"Cut it out," she said, then went back to eating.

Danny let his eyes wander up and down his mother's body while her back was turned. He could see the fullness of her asscheeks through her skirt, and his face turned red as he remembered how her ass had looked naked. He forced himself to eat. His eyes kept returning to her huge, thrusting tits as she sat across from him.

Mary finished first and was excused. She took some scraps with her to give to Blackie, their German shepherd. He watched his sister leave. She was a year younger than he was, and she faintly resembled their mother. But Danny considered her a pain in the ass. Oh, she was all right as sisters go, but she was always in the way, and he could never be sure when she might be sneaking around, catching him jerking off or spying on their mother.

A few minutes later Danny left and Jane gathered up the dishes and began washing them. Her thoughts returned to the morning's shower, when she had masturbated for the second time in less than fifteen minutes. It worried her. Was she getting hornier? She began to think about finding some man and getting married again, but after nine years of being on her own, she wasn't sure she could adjust to it.

Jane knew she was the object of lust of what few men lived in a twenty-mile radius. Including Danny, she thought wryly. But how could she blame them or him? Her extremely large tits, jutting proudly from her chest, hung only slightly, and Jane knew she'd be just as popular if there were a hundred women living nearby. She pressed her taut stomach against the sink as her fat-lipped cunt began to swell and throb.

Damn! she thought, damp again! She knew she was a very sexual woman. Just looking at herself in the mirror, standing sideways and seeing how her pubic hair protruded, made her horny. More and more her thoughts seemed to dwell on having a hard cock stirring her cunt into orgasm again.