Yes, the new morality, so called, was not for her. It filled her with nothing but inner revulsion. Surely, her son could not have forgotten all that she had taught him. Surely, he, too, would be repulsed by the behavior she had witnessed. And he had the right to know to whom he was married, what kind of woman. The thought struck her in a flash as she started up the car again and pulled into the traffic on the avenue that she would go to Kevin and tell him everything. He just had to know what kind of a life that wanton harlot was leading him into, even if the facts hurt him as they were knifing into her at this very moment. Thinking of telling him, Liz was forced back into her memory once more.

She remembered the slowly flicking movement of her daughter-in-law's lips, the pouting and swelling of cheeks as Tom's large fleshy blood-filled cock had slipped up into her hungrily sucking mouth. Then she had seen Natalie swirl her tongue wetly across the opening of the inflamed member's smooth rubbery head and then dip and swirl again below the crown, slowly licking upward as a child might slap its tongue and suck on a red lollypop. Oh dear God, the image came back and she was unable to stop it! She had refused to do it to him so many times, and again she knew, but would not face, that perhaps her uncompromising policy of moderation left something to be desired.

As she approached home and what she knew was her moral duty to her son, to tell him when he came home for lunch all that she had seen at his new apartment, she tried hard to forget her obscene thoughts! Yet she could feel herself becoming involuntarily excited by the warmness of her pussy and the way she instinctively shifted her ass back and forth on the smooth seat cushion. Forbidden words flickered through her consciousness as they had done the night before; perhaps it was because she had seldom heard them and never had thought much about them, certainly never saying them aloud, that they had such significance to her.