For the next day or so, Linda watched her son closely. He was on his best behavior, not tormenting Sarah as usual.

The image of his strong, young cock was in her mind all the time, remembering how it had squirted on her thigh.

Linda's first experience had been somewhat similar, she remembered. As a young teenage girl she had been with a boy who had tried hard to get into her panties. As they wrestled on the seat of his car, her clothing had become mussed, with her dress about her hips. She had not struggled very hard, but she also tried not to show too much eagerness for what was happening. She was slowly giving in to the boy, her emotions soaring, her cunt on fire. She had let the boy pushed her back, and she had shivered with wonderful pleasure when he caressed up her thighs to her panties.

She lifted her ass so he could pull her panties off easily, his fingers feeling so hot on her flesh. The boy, overly excited, had come before he had her panties off, spurting his juices over her thigh.

Linda had come very hard, yet she still remained a virgin. Linda soon found she had to be very careful or her hungers would control her. The only time she had allowed herself to let those wild feelings loose had been with her husband, a man who took great pleasure in her almost insatiable attitude in bed. After her husband had died unexpectedly, Linda had deliberately submerged those feelings.

She gazed at her son's body, looking at his ass in those tight jeans, the bulge of his cock and balls, feeling as though she would come at any moment.