Since the day was hot, she selected a pair of very tight, white shorts and a matching sleeveless blouse. On her feet she strapped on sandals. Going back downstairs, she moved behind the wet bar and mixed herself a mild drink. Marilyn seldom drank, but right now her nerves were giving her a difficult time.

She could not rid herself of the image of her son's cock and the surprising size of it. Her cunt still had that deep, burning, delicious sensation as if she were on the very brink of a tremendous orgasm. It was a fantastic feeling and she had not felt that way for many, many months.

Taking her drink with her, she stepped out the sliding doors and back on the patio. Her son, she saw, was awake and sitting in the hot tub now. She sat in the chair he had occupied earlier and sipped her drink, watching him.

"Feels good. Doesn't it, honey?" she said, her voice low and she knew, throaty.

"Sure does, Mom," he replied. His cock was still very hard, but it was far under the water and his mother couldn't see it. "I should have gotten in with you."

"Mmmmmm, perhaps," she murmured, wondering what would have happened when he discovered her naked in the tub. If only Donny were a few years older. The thought startled her and she almost spilled her drink. She crossed her legs and Donny gazed at them. Marilyn was aware of him looking at her and she was starting to think she was wrong about Donny having no interest in girls. He was certainly looking at her legs with interest, she noted. Maybe he wasn't too young, after all.

"Donny," she asked in a low voice, "do you have a girlfriend?"

"Yes," he replied, his eyes still on her thighs. "Well, sort of."

"Sort of? What does that mean, baby?"

"Just sort of, Mom."

"That doesn't make any sense. Either you have one or you don't. Which is it?"

"Sort of," he insisted.

"What's her name?" Marilyn wanted to know.