They lived next door to Peggy, and she had seen them in the back yard, barbecuing or having a drink. After a few awkward overtures of friendliness, she had given up when all she got in return were polite comments. Since they had not encouraged friendliness, Peggy had given up and simply waved, when she saw one of them.

She felt no shame after fucking Donny.

He had not approached her since that day, either, but she caught him many times looking at her with that knowing gleam in his eyes. She knew that her son would welcome another opportunity to climb into her bed with her, fuck her again.

Two days after it had happened Peggy realized she had been considering just that.

His cook had felt so good inside her cunt so damned good! The first cock she had had in two years, and she had come so explosively. She knew she had to have more cock or else she would wind up snappish and irritable. For two years she had managed, getting by on her erotic fantasies and using her finger. She had almost become accustomed to it… and then her son had fucked her.

She was preparing for bed, her body fresh from the bath, scented deliciously. She knew Donny was in his room, probably surrounded by his comic books. As she sat at the vanity, stroking her long hair, she wondered if she thought about that day, thought about how her pussy felt clinging to his cock. The thoughts were making her excited. She put the brush down and stared at herself, wondering if she should go to him. There were no doubts what so ever in her mind that Donny wanted her to.

He had been unabashedly aggressive with her that day. But since then, all he seemed to do was look at her. She wondered if perhaps he was feeling guilty about fucking her. That wouldn't do, she felt, her son should not feel ashamed of fucking, even if it had been his mother he fucked. Peggy did not want her son to experience any feelings of shame when it came to sex.