"When your old lady gives, she gives a hundred percent. Then it takes me a while to recover. I think I have some strength back in my legs now."

When he pulled his arms from under her and drew himself up, his limp cock slipped out of her cunt. His warm hands slipped into the hollows of her waist, then over her garter belt and out on her hips, then down onto her little pussy-mound where he squeezed her. Releasing the warm flesh, he brushed her short blonde cunt-hair up neatly, fully exposing the lips of her pussy.

"Gosh, Mom," he said after a moment of fingering her cunt-lips. "I sure liked making it with you."

"You see? Your old mother can take care of all your needs."

"You sure don't look very old." He lay down beside her, and she rolled up on her hip to face him. "There's just one thing," he said after a moment.

"What's that, Tommy?"

"What if the other kids start calling me a mother-fucker?"

She had to smile at that. "Well, if you don't tell them, I won't either. They just won't know what they're missing."

"How about Mitzi? I think you sort of put her down. She'll probably figure things out. It'll make her sore as hell."

"If that little bitch… I mean, if she gives you any trouble, just send her to me. I know how to take care of her. Now, do you think this bed's big enough for two people to sleep on?" Rita asked as she unsnapped one garter and rolled a stocking down.

He smiled. "It's big enough if the two people are friendly."

CHAPTER TWO

"I know something's goin' on, Mrs. Baylor," Mitzi said. "Something's goin' on and I want to know what it is."

"Why Mitzi," Rita said. "I have no idea what you're talking about. Sit down and tell me what's bothering you."

Mitzi dropped into a chair in the living room, then she sprang back up.