Lynn looked at her daughter and Carolyn saw the expression in her mother's eyes. A soft, lewd sort of giggle came from her.
"That's kind of nice, huh, Mother?"
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Carolyn," Lynn said.
"Come off it, Mother," her daughter said. "You saw that thing, too."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Lynn said, leaving her daughter standing there as she hurried to the kitchen. Carolyn stood looking after her mother. She was sure her mother was shaking.
CHAPTER TWO
In her darkened room, Lynn tossed and turned sleeplessly. The drapes were wide open, her window up. It was quite warm and what breeze came in helped same.
The moon was full and bright and she gazed at it. Her mind retained the image of her son's cock, so strong and hard inside his shorts. Bobby seemed to have a bigger cock than she would have suspected.
Lynn sighed and turned onto her back, spreading her legs wide, her arms over her head as she stretched out on top of the sheet. She was aware that her cunt was bubbling beneath her gown and that it was past midnight and she still had not dozed off.
The next day was Saturday. Unlike most people, Lynn hated the weekends. She could not drive into the groves and watch the men working.
With a sigh, she swung her legs over the bed and started down the hall, thinking a glass of milk might help her get to sleep. She felt a strange anxiety as she reached the head of the stairs. Something felt out of place and she paused, wondering. Turning around, she walked back, and realized what was wrong.
Carolyn wasn't in her room.
Suspicious now, remembering the look in her daughter's eyes, Lynn walked to her son's room. The door was cracked open and the light coming through. Almost afraid of what she would find, Lynn shoved the door open. Instantly her hand went to her throat as she swallowed a gasp.