Turning, she moved Jack off her. They lay stretched out on the bed. Gazing into her son's eyes, she wrapped her arms about him and pulled him closer his chest against her tits. She ran the tip of her tongue around his lips gently.

"Was it good for you, honey?" she asked with a smile if satisfaction. "Was I a good fuck, Jack?"

Jack grinned impishly as he pulled back and ran a hand over his mother's naked, spongy tits. "I sure love to fuck you, Mom," he said, twisting at her nipple gently.

"I bet you'd love to fuck any cunt, mine or any other girl's," she laughed. "You just like to fuck, that's all."

"I sure do!"

"And so do I," she laughed with him. "But I think it's time we got some sleep, don't you? My pussy is still throbbing. You sure fucked it!"

With a laugh, Jack snuggled against his mother.

The next day she woke up late and found herself alone in bed. With a sleepy sigh, Marian swung her legs over the edge and stood up. The bed was a mess. The sheets had been kicked to the floor and the pillows were all over.

Breaking her normal routine, she ran water in the tub and poured in oils and bubble bath. Soaking in the hot water, she smiled, thinking that Judy, the little girl, was no longer a threat to her. Even it Jack had been fucking the girl, Marian knew that her age and experience and erotic mind would soon make her son forget all about the girl. After all, she thought, Judy was hardly old enough to know how to keep a boy's interest sexually, especially compared to herself.

By the time she finished her bath and dried her slender, curvy body, it was almost eleven in the morning. Her schedule had been thrown off by her sleeping late, but she didn't care. The house was never that messy anyway and one day wouldn't make any difference.