"Don't think about it, Mrs. Walker… Don't think about the way Lani and I looked on the hill this afternoon, the way my penis was inside her, sliding up and down, the way she held me tightly, wanting more… Don't think about it, Mrs. Walker…"

He felt her warm breasts pressing against his rib cage and her nipples hardening slightly, and he smiled lewdly as he continued the soft hypnotic sounds. He knew that even though he was saying not to remember, that his spoken lewdnesses were doing just the opposite – the tortured mother was thinking even harder of her daughter and him fucking away, and that the mental images were in turn causing unmistakable, if unwanted, arousal in her body.

And he was not mistaken. Ann could feel a certain twitching deep within her belly, and her traitorous vagina began to secrete droplets of moisture which flowed warmly down between her legs to dampen her soft inner thighs. She tried to will her body to cease its tingling ardor, but she had kept her sexuality repressed too long, and it was rising in her now with undeniable force.

Her daughter's lover continued to stroke her shoulder, letting his hand slide slowly and lightly down her side, knowing it was having the desired electric effect upon her. She sobbed against his bare chest, finding a gentle security in his strokings… she began to whimper softly… and all the while he was whispering words in her hair, words constantly bolder and more corrupt… "Don't think, Ann… no, your daughter and I were fucking… but you mustn't think of such things… it only makes you excited…"

Ann was breathing faster now, and then her daughter's boyfriend brought his hand casually and lightly up against the ripely swelling mound of one of her breasts rubbing the pliantly quivering flesh tenderly through the light material of her dress.