"I don't, but you might," she said, getting to her feet. "Tommy, we better start home now, honey!"

Reluctantly, Tommy pulled his bike from the rack, waiting for his mother to get hers.

Keith and Judy sat at the table, watching them.

Donna swung her long leg over the bike, the crotch of her jogging shorts puffing to one side. She grinned at Keith, knowing he had gotten a quick glimpse of her cunt. She could feel Keith watching her as she and her son rode out of sight.

Keith intrigued her very much. He was so outspoken, and she particularly liked the way his cock hardened against her foot. Even now, her clit protruded from the moist slit of her cunt like a tiny hard-on, rubbing at the saddle of her bike. She was slightly ahead of her son, and she used one hand to adjust the crotch of her shorts. But then, with a lewd giggle, she pulled the crotch to one side and let her naked clit rub at the leather saddle seat, her clit sliding against it.

She was flushed with excitement, the rub on her cunt making her more excited. She pumped the pedals, shifting her cunt from side to side on the saddle, feeling an orgasm starting to swell. Her cunt tingled with a greater thrill than earlier, and she decided this was the only way to ride her bike.

It took them half an hour to get home.

She swung her leg off her bike as her son climbed from his. She started to turn away and enter the house when she stopped.

Tommy was looking at the seat of her bike. Wetness glistened on it the juices of her cunt.

A soft gasp came from her when she saw her son suddenly lean down and lick his tongue along the wetness…

CHAPTER TWO

Donna bathed, her mind still on what she had seen her son do licking her bicycle seat.