Standing up, she pulled her negligee about her body, her decision firm in her mind. She opened the door and stepped into the hall, going toward Donny's bedroom.

As usual, his door was open.

She found him, sitting up in bed, leaning against the headboard, looking at his comics. "Donny, I think we need to have a talk, don't you?"

He looked at his mother, a shy smile on his face. She entered the room and sat on the edge of his bed. The brown of her nipples were a hazy outline beneath the gauzy negligee. That was where his gaze moved and stayed.

Peggy picked at her negligee nervously. She felt his eyes burning on her tits, and she also felt her tits swelling out sharply.

"What tare we going to talk about, Mother?" he asked, his voice quiet.

"The other day," she said, keeping a tremble out of her voice with some effort.

"You wanna do it again?"

She saw the hot gleam in his eyes and knew instantly that she didn't have to worry about him feeling guilty. What she saw was a desire as hot, if not hotter, than she had seen that day when they had fucked.

Donny had the sheet up to his hips, his knees drawn up with a book resting on his thighs. Peggy felt desire bubbling inside her again, and she was not at all surprised.

"Do you?" she asked, her green eyes taking on a smoky expression as she looked at him.

Donny nodded, licking his lips.

With a flaring of hunger swelling inside the pit of her stomach, Peggy reached out and pulled the book from her son's thighs. She then slipped the sheet away, end her mouth parted in a soft gasp of pleasure. He was naked under the sheet, his lovely cock already hard, standing up from the base, his prick head smooth and moist. Peggy gazed with delighted hunger at her son's cock and balls, her cunt twitching with an almost desperate desire to feel his prick penetrating the sensitive lips of her pussy. Her clit swelled and became intensely distended. She tightened her thighs, a soft mewl bubbling from her tight throat.