Yet, when her conscience relaxed, Liz found herself thinking of her son, trying to remember how he looked in those shorts this afternoon, the way he had bent over Natalie at one time and how his ass had stretched the skin-close material. And then, so relaxed she was that for a moment she didn't realize what she was dreaming of. She found herself trying to picture Kevin making love, trying to see in her mind's eye his erect blood-swollen cock throbbing with desire and his handsome young face contorted with passion. But then waves of shame washed over her, and she thought how she must never, never, never think such wicked things, not about Kevin, not about her own son!

Liz lay back, making a conscious effort of will to force her mind into sleep. Surely she had drunk enough to sleep! It seemed quiet in the house now, and she felt grateful for this. But as she drifted off, random thoughts flickered through her consciousness, thoughts that in her waking hours would never have come to her. But they now sent a warm sensual feeling through her entire being. His cock, she thought dreamily, hazily, I wonder what it's like… what it feels like. I've never had a cock inside of me except Tom's. Tom has a lovely cock. Kevin's cock is probably like his father's. She then felt herself falling off to sleep, a warm lethargy enveloping her, her body relaxed as she opened to drowsiness.

But then she awoke with a start, not knowing whether she had actually slept or not. Sounds, faint and unintelligible, had penetrated her sleep-fogged brain and brought her instantly alert. She sat up in the bed as though there might be a burglar in the room, pulling the sheets around her. But then she realized that unlike so many other nights, she was not alone in the house tonight. She sat up in bed, then set her feet onto the floor. The sounds had stopped. Had she really heard anything?