"Oh… I want your cock inside me," she whispered, placing both hands on her thighs. She dug her thumbs into the loose folds of skin that surrounded the blonde-haired cunt and pulled them apart. When she saw the pink, oozing canal, she thrust her middle finger deeply inside. When her palm hit the rock-hard surface of her clit, she again cried out with pleasure. "Right… up… here!" she moaned, arching her back.

She had meant to pretend it was Larry's prick, but the vision of Mike's meat kept coming back. The boy was young and firm, just as Larry had been when they'd first married. What would it be like? She wondered. Her own son's cock inside her.

Guilt and pleasure swept around her like a damp fog. She tried desperately to forget Mike. It wasn't normal for a mother to do what she was doing! If she wanted it that bad, why didn't she just go out and find herself a man? Why masturbate and think of her son? "Oh… Mike," she groaned, pleasure now outweighing guilt. "I wish I was that little girl. God, I'd fuck that cock of yours! I'd suck it off! I'd…"

Her voice became a choking, tortured groan as an explosion of raw ecstasy burned into her hole. She began pinching, squeezing, pulling on her clit. The sensations, however, were empty. Nothing would satisfy that ache, that horrible itch, but a big, juicy slab of cock!

"Ohhhh… God!" she wailed, her face now contorted with anguish. She humped her fingers, constricting the walls of cunt flesh around her knuckles. "I… I want you… Mike! God, how I want you!"

When the convulsions finally subsided, she again looked at her reflection. Once more, she hardly recognized her own face. The smooth, creamy skin was flushed, almost as if she had a sunburn. The short-cropped blond hair seemed paler, almost drained of all color. Her emerald green eyes were flashing, dark and hungry.