Donna didn't know what to think. She didn't know how to react.

She saw, in her mind, the way his cock had slipped from his cut-offs, how it looked. She remembered how it felt on her thigh, so hot and hard. She remembered how it felt pushing against the crotch of her shorts, and her knees began to tremble.

"I'm sorry," Mike said again from behind her.

Donna took a deep breath, closing her eyes as a shudder rippled through her.

Watching her, Mike saw his mother's ass clench tightly under her shorts. He saw her trembling, and wanted to say he was sorry again.

"I'm sorry."

Donna whirled. "Don't say that!"

"I'm sorr…"

"Oh, Mike!" Donna cried, her eyes moist. She leaned on the sink, dropping the knife and carrot. She gripped the edge of the sink with her hands, fighting back tears. "Oh, God, Mike! Don't say that again!"

"I didn't mean to…"

"It was an accident, Mike," she said. "That's all it was, an accident. Please, don't say any more about it."

Mike looked hurt. He got up and left the room. Donna wanted to go after him, to hold him, to make him understand.

She stayed where she was, shaking, confused, yearning…

CHAPTER TWO

A week later, it happened again.

Donna thought her sons had forgotten about what happened. She had not forgotten, though. All her waking hours were spent thinking about it, recalling it, even the feel of Mike's cock remained vivid in her mind. In the past week, since that happened, Donna fondled herself to orgasm three times, her imagination growing about what could have happened, what might have happened if she had done this, or suggested that, or moved this way, or…