After all, her husband was out of town.

As soon as the kids had driven off, both of their mothers felt the same urge.

It turned them both on to think of teenagers petting and necking, especially their own kids.

So they both decided to jerk off.

It seemed a shame for happily married women to settle for a finger-fucking, but their husbands traveled, so what else could they do?

Claire gave herself a vigorous handjob in a big, comfortable chair in the living room.

She pulled her dress up above her hips and tugged her bikini panties down, tossing them on the floor. The crotch was so sodden that they splashed when they landed.

She slid down so that her firm ass rested on the edge of the seat and parted her legs. She played with her tits for a while, for starters, as she imagined, in graphic detail, just what Debby and her date might be going to do at the drive-in.

She thought about the boy's firm young cock sliding in and out of Debby's cunt and mouth and even her asshole. The images were very exciting.

Then, as her clit began to pulse, she dipped both hands into her crotch and began the creamy task. She used one hand to finger-fuck her hot cunt, tilting her waist and stabbing three fingers steadily in and out.

With her other hand, she strummed on her clit.

The two-handed action, combined with her fevered fantasies, soon had her creaming.

Her clit exploded, her cunt melted, and her pussy-juice came pouring out, lathering her crotch and soaking the cushion under her ass.

Sighing and moaning and panting, she frigged herself through the rising spasms, held at the peak for a while, then frigged down through the descending spirals, draining her lust off to the sweet dregs.

She slumped back, smiling dreamily.

She felt a bit sheepish about having thought about her own little girl getting fucked while she finger-fucked herself, but it was only harmless fantasy, she figured.