Marian watched the little girl lean against her son and saw them kiss. Judy wore a sun suit with wide legs that was tight about her small, sweet-looking tits. As she pressed her lips to Jack's, Marian saw the girl shove her hand between their bodies and knew Judy was feeling her son up. A stab of jealousy shot through her, along with, a hot stab of desire that was beginning to bubble in and around her cunt. The feelings were miked up, she thought. Jealousy and desire – jealousy because Judy was fondling her son's cock when she, his mother, also wanted his cock.

When the two broke apart, Marian saw the lump in her son's jeans and so did Judy. She heard the little girl giggle as she reached out and brushed the back of her hand over Jack's lump.

Marian had a bold thought. She couldn't let Judy have her son she couldn't stand the thought of him sticking his cock into her little cunt, not after fucking him herself.

Turning away from the window so she didn't have to look at them, Marian realized her son had come into her room the night before and fucked her because he had wanted to. With only a slight feeling of guilt, she resolved to keep Jack out of that hot-assed little girl's clutches. She knew it would mean becoming aggressive and bold with her son and giving him all the ass he could use and then some. But she had to develop his sexual interest in her and make him forget about Judy.

Jack was out all day, returning only for dinner. He stayed in the house after dinner and Marian could feel his eyes following her about the house. Still in her tight jeans, she sat in the over-stuffed chair with him on the couch and looked at him openly.

"About last night, Jack," she said.

"That was good, Mom," he replied with no show of guilt or shame on his young face. "Can we do it again tonight?"