Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on Pam, she thought as she fingered herself. Maybe I ought to encourage her to get out more.

As she fingered her cunt and toyed with her tits, she thought about her daughter with a rush of guilt. Did Pam think she was a hypocrite? Did the whole family think she was strange?

She thought about her son and felt a wild pulsation in her cunt. She wondered if Bob was a good fuck. He and Judy had been married so long their sex life was probably rotten. Poor guy. He had to scrounge around for cooze just because he was married to a little bitch. If I could only get my hands on him for an hour I'd show him what a real woman is.

She took one nipple in her fingers and twisted it around. Her clit throbbed with need. She thought maybe she was competing with her daughter-in-law for her son's affections. If it was true, she didn't care. The hell with it.

After one minor orgasm she jumped off the bed and slipped into her bikinis and bra. Her bra was lacy and low-cut. Her tits bulged out. Any normal man who caught a glimpse of her cleavage would get a hard-on.

Wrapping herself in a silk robe, she went downstairs to the kitchen for coffee. Pam had left some warming on the stove. She poured a cup, thought with a surge of guilt about her daughter, and glanced out the window.

Just then the doorbell rang. My, I wonder who that is? she thought, going to the door.

When she gazed out the window, she saw it was Bob. Then she remembered she'd asked him to stop by and fix the drain in her sink.

"Hello, darling," she trilled. "You've come to fix my plumbing, haven't you?"

Bob kissed her dutifully and stepped inside. Actually he had come over to discuss Pam, but when he caught sight of his mother's outfit he flushed like a teenager.