At first Donna wasn't sure about it, but the more he talked to her, the more appealing it became. Her husband wanted to watch, watch her, taking cock in her cunt and mouth. She was willing to display her wanton behavior with others while he watched, but her one stipulation was that they would always be together, in the same room, never apart. It wasn't that she was afraid to be alone with someone else. Donna wanted to watch, too, and the idea of four or more people, all naked – and with hard-ons and wet cunts – appealed to her.

Now it would never happen.

She could never do it alone.

So she lived on her memories of her husband, and went to bed aroused and frustrated. And now, waking up feeling that way. She rocked her foot faster, under the table, out of sight of Mike and Ted. Her cunt rippled with heat, and her eyes almost closed as she produced a mild, all too mild, orgasm for herself.

When her vision cleared, she saw Mike and Ted looking at her, their expressions quizzical.

"Is something wrong, Mom?" Mike asked.

"No, why do you think that?" she asked, her voice soft and low.

"You made a moan," he said.

"And you got this crazy look on your face," Ted put in.

Donna smiled, softly. "I was just feeling… thinking, about something."

"Must have been something good," Mike said.

"It was very good, honey," Donna replied, uncrossing her legs and finishing her coffee. "I guess I better get started on this house. You two animals can sure mess it up quick."

"We'll help," Ted said.

"No practice today?" Donna asked Mike. "I thought you practiced every Saturday morning."

"The coach called it off," he answered.

"You mean I have to put up with you two guys all day?"

"Hey, Mom we're not such bad guys," Mike grinned. He pretended he was going to poke her in the ribs, and Donna squealed, twisting away and jumping to her feet. "You got us to help out today. That should make you happy."