She was trembling with need by the time they got home, and she forced herself to help unload the car. She wasn't quite sure what she was going to do with Derick, but she knew she was going to do something. She had to do something, even if only to touch him, his cock, again.

Derick said nothing after they had unloaded the car, but his young eyes followed her everywhere. Mandy was pleased that he didn't seem embarrassed about what she had done at the beach. Perhaps he and Johnny were playing delicious little feely-feely games with Julie after all. She had thought her son would be embarrassed, shy, or maybe ashamed, but there was nothing to indicate that.

If her son had nothing to say, Mandy was at a loss for words, too. She didn't quite know how to go about seducing her son. If he had been another boy, her nephew even, she could have done it very easily. But since he was her son, she was a bit nervous. Still, the need inside her, between her legs, was too powerful to resist.

She took his hand and dragged him into the living room. Derick went without protest, knowing he was about to become involved with his mother in ways he had never dreamed of.

Mandy sat him on the couch, then sat next to him. She wrapped an arm around his shoulders, pulling his head to her tit. She rested her other hand on his thigh, halfway to his crotch. She hugged him, kissing the top of his head.

"Derick…" she whispered softly. "Please try to understand what I've got to say. Please don't be angry with me."

"I'm not gonna be mad, Mom," he said, feeling his mother's tit, so soft, yet firm, against his cheek. He was looking down at her legs, at the skimpy triangle of cloth covering her cunt.