Susan spent the morning cleaning house, but there was not much to do. Robert was neat and always picked up after himself. With just the two of them living there, the house never became very messy.

At noon Robert asked to visit a friend down the block, and Susan consented. He had been out of the house perhaps fifteen minutes when Karen dropped by.

Susan was glad Karen made no reference to what happened the evening before. She was nervous around Karen now. But Karen was bubbly and gay, chattering away. Susan's mind wandered, and she found herself remembering the night before. She was acutely aware that heir cunt was boiling, that it was moist.

"You aren't yourself today, Susan," she heard Karen say. "What's wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with me," Susan replied, but her voice was shaking.

"You're as nervous as hell, baby," Karen said, slipping close to Susan. "Come on, is it because of last night? I thought you had fun."

Susan shivered when she felt Karen's hand run along her bare arm. The hand felt hot to her, but she was sure it was only her vivid imagination.

When Susan remained silent, Karen went on. "You remember what I said last night, honey? About Tom?" she laughed huskily. "I think he's more than interested. I think he's interested in a bit of fucking with his mother."

Susan trembled. It reminded her of what she thought concerning her own son that morning. "How… how do you know that?" she stammered, her face bright.

"Oh, I played a little game with him last night," Karen laughed throatily. "I gave him a peek into the future, you might say."

Suddenly Susan was pulled into Karen's arms. She gasped as her tits flattened against those of Karen's, and she gasped again when those moist, hot lips closed against hers. She trembled, but did not resist, when she tasted the wet tip of Karen's tongue penetrating her lips. When that eager tongue darted past her teeth, Susan moaned and sagged against Karen, her hands on the woman's hips to brace herself.