"Here's your coffee, Mother," Ted said, placing a steaming cup in front of her.

Ted was her youngest. Like his brother, he was wearing cut-offs, too. Ted tried his best to imitate his brother, Mike. It had been that way since their father had died. Donna knew Ted missed his father, and was trying to replace him with his older brother. She was pleased that Mike seemed to understand, too, and tried his best to be a big brother for his brother.

Donna sipped her coffee, wide awake now. She listened with one ear to the boys' chatter, but she was still thinking of how she had felt when she woke up. Her cunt still felt warm, slightly puffy, and obviously moist. Crossing her legs under the table, she began to rock her foot. The rippling, gentle pressure of her movements caused her cunt to twitch, and Donna's eyes became dreamy.

She began remembering how it had been when her husband was alive, how they fucked. Those quickies they used to have had been very exciting to her. Some of her strongest orgasms had been when her husband sneaked up on her and plunged his cock into her cunt before she knew he was there. She was remembering other times, too. Times when they would be in bed and her husband would insist she twist and contort her naked body into almost impossible positions for him. She had attempted them all, eager to be a part of his intense drives. There had been nothing she refused him, and he had shown her how erotic and perverse she could be. This discovery about herself delighted both of them, and before he died, they had discussed other possibilities, like meeting others for an evening of fucking. It never happened, though, because he died before they could do so.