Donna felt his cock soften inside her cunt, and only then did her body relax. She slumped her ass to the floor, her hands sliding off his ass to lay at her shaking hips. She shuddered and pulled in air through flaring nostrils. Her legs relaxed, wide apart, and she felt her son pulling his cock from her cunt. As it left her pussy, she moaned softly.

Without looking at her, Mike stood and left, making sure his cock was concealed from her.

Donna lay on the floor, tears in her eyes. They were not tears of shame or guilt or embarrassment, they were tears of joy. Her orgasm had been very powerful, almost shattering her body. It had been so long since she had come that way, she had almost forgotten how good it could feel. She pulled the crotch of her shorts over her cunt, her hips jerking as her finger brushed her hairy cunt-lips lightly. When she managed to stand, her legs were weak. She saw the coupons scattered all over the floor, some of them torn and wrinkled.

Her face glowed, slightly flushed with pleasure. There was a smile on her lovely face, and her eyes sparkled like they had not sparkled in three years.

She was troubled in one way, though.

She didn't like Mike's slipping away that way. She knew he was at least embarrassed about what happened between them. She didn't want him to think it was his fault, take the blame for it.

She found Mike sitting on his bed, elbows on his knees and chin cupped in his hands.

"Mike," she said softly as she sat down beside him, wrapping one arm about his shoulders. "It wasn't your fault, honey. It wasn't anyone's fault. It just happened, Mike. Please, baby, don't feel bad about it."

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said, not looking at her.