She walked on shaking legs, entering her kitchen through the back door. Without turning on the light, she sat at the kitchen table for a long time, trying to sort out the things she had seen this night, trying to get her whirling emotions under control. The heat within her beautiful, perfectly proportioned body was consuming her, eating at her tits, nipples and cunt. Lynn had never felt so aroused in her life. Her cunt throbbed as if it were going to explode.

Lynn rested her head on her arms, tears of frustration seeping from her eyes. She had never felt so miserable in her whole life. The tormenting hungers inside her gnawed like some giant beast and she fought off the over-whelming desire to ram her fingers up her cunt and finger-fuck herself to exhaustion.

When she finally started up the stairs, her face was tear-streaked, her eyes red. Her face showed the intensity of her sexual torment. Her flesh felt feverish and she could feel the burning juices of her cunt smearing the inner smoothness of her thighs. Her clitoris throbbed without relief.

She heard the splashing in the hall bathroom and she froze. A lurching ache shot through her cunt and without thinking she pushed the bathroom door open and slipped inside. The tiny room was as dark as a deep tunnel.

"Carolyn?" came Bobby's sleepy voice.

"Mmm." Lynn answered, not daring to say anything.

She slipped toward her son, feeling for him in the darkness.

"That made me so sleepy, Carolyn," Bobby murmured. "But I had to piss."

Lynn felt her son's arm and her own body began to shake. Lynn pressed her tits and stomach against his back and moaned with mindless desire. She wrapped her arms about her son, sliding her hot palms downward. She touched the sparse hair at the base of her son's cock and she gasped with hunger.