"Wow, Mom!" he groaned. "That was good. Your mouth was hot and wet, and when you sucked up, I thought I would come."

Susan pulled his band from under her skirt, patted his full balls lovingly, then stood up.

"Later," she promised. "Right now you have breakfast. You can stay home from school, though."

She reached the door when her son called her. She looked over her shoulder at him, saw him gripping his cock hard.

"Don't you dare jack off," she said. "I want everything you have, but after breakfast."

Teasingly, she jutted her ass out toward him, jerking her skirt to her waist. She pulled her panties into the crack of her ass, then shook her ass at him.

"Do that again, Mom, and I'm gonna come," he laughed.

"As I said, don't you dare." She smoothed her skirt down and left him.

Bob ate, then showered. Susan went onto the patio. It was already hot, the sun burning through the trees. She rested on a lounge, drinking coffee. Her body was scrubbed dean, with a light but enticing scent. She was glad Bob was staying home. Yesterday had unleashed the hunger of her body, a hunger dormant by design. She had not wanted to date, pick up men, or anything since her husband had passed on. She couldn't remember when her thoughts had turned to her two boys and daughter, but it no longer mattered. Bob was fucking her now, and Susan knew it would only be a matter of time before her youngest son would have his cock up her cunt. She wasn't sure what to do with her daughter, and, when the thought came to her, she shoved it aside with a faint blush on her pretty face.

Leaning back, she lifted her skirt past her knees, enjoying the sun. Bob came out, wear big trunks again. Her face turned radiant as she watched him come toward her.

"Why aren't you in a bikini, Mom?" he asked, sitting at her side.

"Later," she said, placing her coffee cup on the table. "That's what you said in my room." He grinned.