When it was hard again, she knelt on her hands and knees. "Fuck me in the ass, Son," she said.

Jimmy froze. "Are you kidding?"

She pulled her ass-cheeks apart and wiggled her butt. "No. Dick my ass when I tell you to."

With a groan of surrender the boy crouched behind her and pushed his cockhead against her shitter. She craned her neck to gaze back at him. Their eyes met and he hesitated.

"Are you sure you want this, Mom?"

"Yes!"

He pushed the tip of his dick into her stretching asshole. She took a deep breath and remained motionless, but again he stopped.

"Won't it hurt?" he said.

"No, just do it!" she said impatiently.

And he did. He howled as he rammed his prick into her bung. An incredible blast of pleasure engulfed her. Reaching underneath, she grabbed his balls and held them against her wide-open cunt.

"I'm coming, Son!" she shrieked. "Fuck my asshole!"

"Hey, hon, wake up," Bob said, tugging at her arm. "You're having a bad dream."

Sitting up abruptly, Judy's heart pounded. She was naked and soaked with perspiration. She looked around and saw she was in her own bed. She glanced at the clock. It was two o'clock in the morning and Bob had just arrived home.

She lay back and tried hiding her anguish. It was all a dream. Jimmy was probably sound asleep and she had dreamed about the lovely ass-fuck.

She heard Bob brushing his teeth in the bathroom. "Why were you so late?" she called out.

"The whole office had to work late, hon. You know how the boss is."

She turned over onto her belly and hugged the pillow. Bastard, she thought. Why'd you have to spoil a good dream?

But she knew in her heart that it had not been a dream.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Maggie Rider finished combing her long, red hair and stood back from the mirror. Not bad for an old bag, she thought. She examined her throat. No one would guess she had a son Bob's age. She didn't look a day over forty and she knew it.