"Humxnxnm," she had mused, eyeing him speculatively and not failing to note the cock bulge in his jeans.

"I mean, you can't bring men home, you know. It wouldn't be right when you've got a teenaged kid in the house," the boy had reasoned. "It might corrupt my morals."

"What did you have in mind, Andy?" she asked.

"Well…" He looked away and scuffed his toe along the carpet. "I thought maybe I could fuck you, myself, Mom. That way, there wouldn't be any danger of emotional trauma for me, like if you were being promiscuous."

Julia had thought that, for a young teenager, her son was remarkably logical.

"How considerate of you, Andy," she said happily.

He gazed at her hopefully – and she proceeded to take him to bed and fuck him.

Julia had an ever-ready pussy and Andy had a prick that never seemed to get soft, and all in all, the arrangement had worked out very well, indeed.

And that made a room available to an innocent country girl who wanted to move into a normal household.

Now, naked and half-fucked, the telephone having interrupted them before they were finished, Julia held the receiver to her ear as the caller identified herself and asked if she could look at the room.

Julia was a raven-haired beauty, tall and curvaceous, with thrusting tits and a heart-shaped ass, pneumatic hips and a slender waist. Her haunches were like a fucking engine, her pelvis a platform to be mounted and clung to and stuffed repeatedly.

She could never seem to get enough prick, as countless men knew happily – and one husband had discovered to his infinite sorrow and regret.

He was happy about the alimony, though. And Julia, due to the lack of that alimony, was pleased to find that the caller was interested in renting the bedroom and sounded like a pleasant young lady who, as she informed Julia, was employed in a high-class book store.

She didn't mention the high shelves.