She was now almost tempted to tell Janet that she'd fucked her own son the night before. Even as she sat on the couch facing her, Angela could feel the cunt juices seeping through her panty crotch. She liked visiting with her friend but she would leave soon as Tony was due home from school.

Taking a last sip of coffee, Janet excused herself to go to the bathroom. Angela found herself watching her friend's ass wiggle as she walked down the hall. Janet was an extremely well-built woman, shorter than Angela but with curves that were every bit as pronounced.

Now Angela found herself wondering what Janet's big tits looked like naked or her ass or even her cunt. She smiled to herself as she entertained the fantasy and squirmed her ass on the couch. Fucking her son had awakened something in her, an insatiable lust. She now wanted to fuck and suck anything that moved.

"Oh, damn it!"

Janet came out of the bathroom, holding her stretch slacks together.

"I broke the zipper," she sighed, "and these things were brand new. I hope you don't mind my fixing them while we talk, honey."

Returning to her seat, Janet fumbled awkwardly with the zipper. "Wait a minute," Angela said finally, "let me do it. You're only going to make it worse."

Putting down her coffee, she crossed the living room and knelt on the floor in front of her friend. Janet blushed as Angela slid her hands up her legs, but Angela thought nothing of it. Then she pulled the zipper all the way down in an effort to reattach it and saw the reason why Janet was embarrassed.

"Why, Janet," she said, giggling softly, "you really are hot today, aren't you?"

Janet blushed fiercely and averted her eyes. Her panty crotch was soaked with cunt cream, so completely that the sheer pink fabric was damp to the touch. Angela found herself suddenly and violently aroused by the smell of her best friend's cunt. Briefly she wondered if Mike had ever smelled his mother's hot pussy and that only made her hornier.