She spent her time cleaning the house again. The house stayed clean because she was very good at it, but she had nothing else to do and she went about dusting places that didn't really need it. Her thoughts were on her son, on his cock and how it felt inside her cunt. She recalled how it had felt against her lips the night before, the sweet taste of their juices.

She rubbed at her pussy as she went about with her dust cloth. Once, she slipped her finger into her cunt and pressed it against her throbbing clit, then, with some effort, managed to wiggle her finger into her pussy. When she pulled it out, her finger was moist. On a sudden impulse she licked at her finger, and there was an immediate response between her legs. It was so strong she thought she would come.

A little later she picked up a small box of things she had been intending to store in the garage. Just as she started to open the door to the garage off the family room, she heard the giggles. Opening the door a crack, she looked into the dim garage. On one side was an old mattress that had been leaning, against the wall. It was now on the floor, and Karen was there. She was not alone, but had the boy who lived down the street with her.

Karen had the boy's cock out of his pants and was playing with it. When she saw it, Susan's pussy almost went wild. Seeing her daughter fondling that cock sent her erotic emotions high, and she cupped her own cunt tightly as she watched. The boy was about the same age as Karen, and his cock was very hard. He was lying on the mattress, and Karen sat cross-legged at his side, leaning over as her hands felt his hardness.