"Ohhhh," Anna cried out involuntarily as she remembered the night she caught him jacking off in his bedroom. Both of them were too embarrassed to do or say anything for several seconds. During that time Anna stared lovingly at her son's hard, long prick as it twitched between his fingers. It was then that she first realized she wanted his prick stuffed inside her cunt.

"Hey, come on, babe. I've got to go, and I don't want to leave you groaning like this," Paul said as he leaned over again and kissed her lightly on the back of her neck.

"Do-do you want me to drive you down to the pier?" Anna asked in a strained voice as she fought back the tears.

"That's all right, hon. Some of the guys are picking me up in a few minutes," Paul said as he picked up his briefcase and started to walk out of the bedroom.

"Paul.. " Anna started to say. Her husband turned around, and she shook her head. She couldn't tell him the real reason she didn't want him to leave.

"I'll be back sooner than you know it," he said over his shoulder as Anna heard him walk out of the house.

"Oh, God. Oh, God," she moaned softly to herself over and over as she slid her fingers under her belly and inched them down to her contracting cunt. Images of her son floated through her mind as she held her pussy-lips apart and slid her forefinger into her hot hole. "Mmmm," Anna groaned softly as she stirred them gently against the sides of her snatch walls, then slid them up until they bumped against her twitching clit.

"Hey, Mom, breakfast ready yet?" Greg called out from his next-door bedroom.

"I-In j-just a second, honey," Anna stammered as she pulled out her juice-slicked fingers and rolled out of her king-sized bed.