She opened the car door and shoved one foot out. She kept her eyes averted from her son's gazing face, knowing he was staring up her long legs, right at her crotch. A shudder went through her as she finally stepped out of the car, slamming the door. She was halfway to her son when she realized she was still holding her dress up. With sob, she ran past her son and into the house, through the living room and down the hall. Her son watched, seeing her pantied ass sway in arousing motion, his cock pushing out against his pants with burning hardness.

Sarah closed her bedroom door and flung herself across her bed, burying her face into her arms, wondering what had made her do such a wicked thing. She had heard stories of people having such urges. But she didn't believe in any of that stuff. What was stranger yet, Sarah had never been a woman with a big sexual appetite. She had never really enjoyed fucking, fucking only when her ex-husband demanded it. She had not gotten much enjoyment from it.

And now…

She pushed her cunt hard into the mattress, feeling a responding pressure on her cunt. She wiggled and pushed, her cunt tingling with strange pleasure. She had seldom enjoyed an orgasm, and then they had been very weak. They had been just enough to make her know that somehow an orgasm could be very strong… under the right circumstances. She had played with her cunt before, trying hard to experience the wild explosion she had heard about, but failed every time.

Grinding into her mattress, she felt the sensation fading, and rolled onto her back, one arm over her wet eyes. Her other hand moved down her flat, stomach to her panties. She felt the wetness of her panties, and touched her clit through them, but there was no response. She dragged her fingertip up and down the slit of her cunt outside the panties, and still there was nothing. Sliding her hand into her panties and through the silky hair of her pussy, she agitated her clit trying to bring back that delicious sensation, but couldn't.