"Unngghh! Fuck me!" Reading fast now, she dared to think openly of her boy's prick as she whispered the words she wanted to hear. "Do you want to fuck me, Tony? Mommy wants to fuck you. Come do it to me, lover! Yes, yes just like in the book. Fuck me… fuck your horny mother…"

It lasted only a minute. Angela jerked and writhed on the toilet, her huge D-cup tits jiggling lusciously under the sheer fabric. Then she fucked her fingers all the way up her pulsing pussy and whimpered as she came hard, feeling the contractions of her cunt muscles around them.

Then she took her fingers out of her pussy and rose from the toilet. The whole bathroom now smelled of her musky cunt juices. Angela walked back into the bedroom and made herself put the book back into the box she'd taken it from. The divorce settlement had been fairly generous, so she had no job she had to wake up for the next morning but it was still time to go to bed.

Turning off the lights, the horny mother crawled under the sheets and settled onto her back. Then she just rested there thinking, wondering what she was going to do about her lust.

It had been three months since the divorce had been finalized and it had been three months since her last fuck. That was too long, much too long. Angela had always been an extremely horny woman, which was one of the reasons why George had married her. Even during their worst fights, they'd generally fuck several times a day.

God only knew, there were plenty of men who wanted to get into her panties now. Angela smiled in the dark, thinking of her stacked, voluptuous figure. Long legs and big tits could still turn on any man… but her suitors weren't arousing to her or at least not arousing enough to get her to spread her legs. The only one she really wanted to fuck, more than she'd ever wanted to fuck George was… Tony. Even in the dark, Angela felt herself blushing. There was no escaping it. Ever since he'd reached puberty and she'd first seen his crotch bulging, she'd been desperate to suck and fuck her well-hung son.