With only a little embarrassment, Sarah managed to talk to her son about their involvement. She was delighted that he was enjoying fucking her, without shame.

She still could not explain her sudden hunger for cock, because she still did not understand it. All she knew was her cunt was, almost overnight, on fire constantly, and she was having orgasms – beautiful orgasms. Exposing herself at the bank nude made no sense to her either, but she couldn't deny it had made her excited. She still had the tendency to blush when she and Jimmy talked about fucking, but it wasn't as bad as at first. Her son, over his surprise, showed only eagerness to keep fucking her.

Her thoughts were filled with Jimmy constantly, thoughts of his beautiful hard cock and preciously young balls. She had gotten a good look at his cock and balls, and could remember every detail of them, even the little blue veins, the scanty hair at the base, the flare of his wet little piss-hole. She felt alive now, vibrant and happy.

Each evening Jimmy fucked her, and she was always waiting for his prick. During the day, he was out with his cousin, Keith then he came home for dinner, and stayed in the rest of the evening. She could not keep her eyes from him as he sat and watched his favorite programs on television, waiting for him to come to her, his cock hard, and plunge it into her bubbling, wet cunt. She did not make the first advance toward her son anymore, but let him make the moves on her.

Sometimes she sat at his side, leaning into his shoulder, and loved it when he draped his arm around her, fondling her tits as they watched his programs. That was usually the signal she waited for, and while he played with her tits she would begin to feel him up, rub and stroke his cock and balls inside his pants until he was throbbingly hard.