It wasn't as if Bob wasn't a virile man. His cock was as big and hard as ever when he was in the mood. And at moments like this when she'd had a few beers she had to admit Bob's lack of interest wasn't her only problem. Her gravest problem was her oldest son. Lately she thought about the boy more and more. She thought about having sex with him.

Incest! Even the word made her cringe. Billy, her younger boy, was a horny teenager who made her pussy twitch whenever he grinned, but it was Jimmy who made her cream her panties.

Incest. There was no denying she wanted to fuck her eldest son. Admitting it to herself made her feel better in a strange way.

She sometimes wondered if women transferred their love from their husbands to their sons when their marriages became routine. She certainly loved the boys more than she loved Penny. She loved Penny, but in a different way. Her love for her sons was sexual, while in her daughter she saw her own fading youth.

Sometimes she thought about Jimmy as a possible sex partner. She caught herself peeking into his room when he undressed for bed. If he noticed her staring, he never said anything.

Both boys were affectionate and ogled her tits constantly. Whenever they could, they would brush up against her and cop a feel of her tits. She thought it was adorable and didn't discourage the caresses.

Now, her beer finished and her last cigarette snuffed out, she yawned and abandoned herself to her thoughts. Bob was especially late tonight. Why shouldn't she play one of her favorite games? The game was to wonder what it would be like to fuck Jimmy.

Actually she'd fantasized about fucking both her boys. Once she pretended she was wearing a sheer negligee and Bob was working late. The boys had walked into her room without knocking and when she turned to them she opened her negligee and revealed her naked tits.