Susan wiggled her ass and shoved her pussy forward. She was coming again. Janice worked her finger in and out of the woman's pussy until she came, and then she looked up with gleaming eyes.

"I like your cunt, Susan," she said. "Your cunt is so hairy and wet! Maybe you'll let me kiss your pussy when I come see you tomorrow."

It was a strange request, Susan thought especially since she had been kissing and licking the girl's cute pussy most of the day. And her son had just fucked her little cunt.

"I'll drive you home," she said, getting back into her halter and shorts. "Do you live far from here?"

"Only a few blocks," Janice said, and walked from the bathroom, pretty little ass jiggling.

When Susan entered the living room, her son was fully dressed, as was Janice. She was eased at the expression on Stevie's face. He seemed afraid to look at his mother, and he was blushing.

"I'm going to drive Janice home," she said to him. Then she did something she had not done in over a year. She leaned down and kissed him on his mouth. "Don't go anywhere, darling; I'll be back in a jiffy."

CHAPTER THREE

Susan was amused at herself.

She had left the house wearing her revealing shorts for the first time since buying them. Somehow, it no longer mattered – it even excited her. It was still early – slightly before six in the evening. The sun was still high and would not set for almost two hours.

Janice scooted close to Susan, placing a warm hand on her thigh, her fingers teasing about the tight crotch of her shorts. Susan felt a constant tingling between her legs, her pussy pulsating hotly. Now and then, she would caress Janice and the lovely young girl would kiss her bare arm and shoulder. Susan noticed she didn't look very happy about being taken home.