She felt no disappointment this time when Hal, her husband, called to let her know he would not be home until very late. When he had to work late, she usually hated it, but not now. Karen was anxiously thinking of fucking her son, if he was agreeable. If he was not ashamed of what she had done for him. If he was not afraid of her.

Judy came home, sweaty from playing with her friend.

Karen hugged her exquisitely pretty daughter, then slapped her tight little ass affectionately telling her she had to take a bath before dinner. Judy skipped off happily, already puffing her shirt off. Karen noticed the tiny roundness of her daughter's burgeoning tits, hardly more than two pink nipples.

Her son came home just as she finished cooking, and went immediately to the shower. Setting the table, Karen visualized her son under the spray, soaping his cock and balls, and felt her cunt responding.

There was little talk as they ate, with Judy chattering away about her day, Karen listening with one ear, sneaking peeks at her son. She was pleased to notice he was glancing at her straining tits often, but when she looked at him, he quickly turned away.

Karen could hardly wait for bedtime. If not for her daughter, Karen would have initiated her son then and there, on the floor, the couch, a chair. Fuck him she would have, not wanting to wait another second.

CHAPTER TWO

As she waited for her daughter to go to bed, Karen lay on the couch on her stomach. She positioned herself this way so her son could see the swell of her ass and her long thighs.