It had been so long since a man had touched her body. She almost had forgotten what it was like to feel a hot, sucking mouth on her pink-tipped tits, the rough hands sweeping over her waist, her hips.

She looked at her features carefully. Yes, she was still attractive enough, even at thirty-eight. Her tits were full and up-turned, the nipples small and rubbery. Her stomach was flat, her legs firm and lean. Tiny crows-feet etched her eyes, but even they added to her sultry good looks. Made her look world-wise, experienced.

Again she thrust her middle finger inside her hole. She would do it until that itch went away, or she collapsed from sheer exhaustion.

"Shit!" she heard Mike say as he slammed the door. "Shit and double damn shit!"

Quickly, Bernice threw on her housecoat, wondering what had happened. He sounded furious, and he was usually the quiet one in the family.

"Little bitch stood me up," he said, seeing her appear from the hallway. He was sitting on the couch, his expression stony, one leg thrown over the arm, his large foot dangling about two inches from the carpet.

"Sorry, I can't make it tonight," he said, his voice high-pitch, mimicking. "I hope you understand."

He exhaled loudly and looked in the general direction of the television. "Oh yes, I understand all right. Little bitch."

"Hey it's been a long time since just you and I did anything together," Bernice said brightly. "I know I'm no match for your girlfriend, but we could go out…"

"You want go to the drive-in with me?" Mike asked, puzzled. He had asked her a hundred times to get out, to meet people, but she refused. He had finally given up, even though he hated the idea of her being wasted like that. She was a good-looking woman. He just hoped women still looked as good when he was thirty-eight!

"Would you?" he added, his eyes glinting. "I mean, hell, you never go any place. And just because Dad…"