The trip to her old home hadn't upset Lana nearly as much as she'd feared. It hadn't upset her son Richie that much, either. They'd arrived a little after 6 p.m., spent a few hours loading the car with their personal items, and left a few hours later.

It was now a quarter to midnight, and they'd just checked into a highway motel. Lana estimated that they'd be back at Vivian's place by the next evening. Lana sighed heavily as she opened her overnight bag on one of the room's twin beds, waiting for her Richie to get out of the shower.

Lana was upset, but it wasn't because the old house had aroused memories of her late husband. It was because she was horny.

Her husband had died a month ago, and Lana hadn't been fucked since then. That was much, much too long for her. Lana had always presented a chaste front during her marriage, and many of her friends would have been shocked to learn that Lana had insisted her husband fuck her two or three times a day, every day of their marriage. Lana had always needed plenty of fucking. She'd been playing with her pussy and dreaming about big, cum spurting pricks ever since puberty.

She was only thirty-six now and the fires of fuck passion still burned fiercely in her loins. Lana listened to the running shower water in the bathroom as she stripped off her blouse, dropping it on the motel bed. She wondered if Richie had inherited any of her lust.