But he would never forget how her hand had moved so vigorously at her cunt while her other hand cradled one tit. The sounds, those strange moans, he would never forget either.

Over and over Biff recreated the scene in his head as he jerked off. But every time he replayed it, he seemed to get farther away from the actual memory. It was becoming more like all his other fantasies.

Then another interesting thing happened.

Biff remembered that he hadn't told his mother about Marge's call. They were having dinner a few days after the call when something occurred to Biff.

It was just he and his mother – his father had died when Biff was small. Biff and his mother got along very well. They didn't keep many secrets from each other. So Biff was surprised at how funny he felt about telling his mother about Marge's call.

Maybe it was because he had jerked off while talking to Marge, or because of his memory about seeing the woman jerk off. Biff didn't know. But he felt that he wanted to keep that conversation a secret.

He finally did tell his mother, though. And when he did, he found that his prick was hard and throbbing, just as it had been when he heard Marge's voice on the phone.

"Gee, I haven't seen her in so many years," Biff's mother, June, said. "How is she doing?"

"Good, I guess," Biff said.

"I think I'll call her back," June said. "It would be fun talking to her after all this time."

The idea of his mother and Marge getting together and reviving their friendship excited Biff. He would love to see Marge, too.

After Biff told his mother about Marge, he began to wonder again about chicks and jerking off. If Marge jerked off, maybe his mother did too!

But the thought of his own mother tickling her pussy until she writhed and moaned was too much for Biff. He couldn't imagine it. Still, his mother was a fairly young woman – she was thirty-six. She did go out with men and she stayed out very late, but she didn't go out that often. So she must get horny, Biff reasoned.