"Let me know if you have," Linda said shoving her skirt down. "In the mean time I've got lunch to fix. Why don't you have lunch with us? Maybe call Hank over?"

Linda was amused at the problem Amy seemed to be having. She twitched her ass into the kitchen where she began fixing sandwiches. Amy came in, standing in the doorway, leaning her shoulder there and regarding Linda with questioning eyes. Linda paid no attention to Amy; the decision would have to be hers and hers alone.

They heard the door slam and in came Dan.

Linda watched Amy's reaction as her son came in and kissed her. Then he sat at the breakfast nook to eat. Amy's gaze moved about Dan, looking him up and down. Dan wore cut-off jeans, with frayed legs. He looked very handsome sitting there, yet Linda could see the appeal her son held for Amy. She saw a rippling shudder go through Amy. She smiled and moved to stand at her son's side, her arm over his shoulders and her hip leaning

against him.

Dan glanced at his mother, then at Amy. Deliberately, Linda took her son's hand and drew it about her waist, then shoved his palm down until it rested upon the cheek of her ass. Dan wasn't at all embarrassed.

With a few mumbled words, Amy left. Linda leaned against her son's shoulder, caressing his cheek as he fondled her ass. "What do you think of her, honey?" she asked. "Isn't Amy beautiful?"

"Sure is, Mother," he replied, running his hand under her skirt to feel her naked ass. "Would she let me fuck her, too?"

Linda laughed. "'You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

He nodded. "But she probably wouldn't," he said, squeezing his mother's ass. "What would she want with a guy like me?"

"The same thing I want with a guy like you-that sweet cock!"

Dan laughed.

"Are you finished eating? If you are, I have something hot for you."

"Is it really hot, Mother?" he asked, playing the game.

"Boiling." "And hairy?" "Very hairy." "When can I have it?"