"We're not two cats on a fence," she said, her voice hard. "You can't fuck someone without caring a little, you know."

"I love you and you love me," Mike said, shaking his head. "So what's the problem?"

Quite frankly, Gina didn't exactly know what the problem was. She only knew she had to stop this thing before it got really messy. And now was the time. Technically they hadn't actually fucked.

"You'd better leave," she said, rolling to one side, afraid to look at him. "I… I need some time to think."

Mike was silent for a long while, then got off the bed. Gina closed her eyes as she heard the rustle of his clothes, the pounding in her ears.

"Look, you're my mother and all, but I've got to say this," Mike said as he stood in the door.

"What's that?" Gina asked dully.

"You're acting like a… cock tease," he said, finding it difficult to get the word out.

After he left, Gina felt worse than ever. How could she deal with this? It would be like trying to put toothpaste back in the tube.

She exhaled loudly and rolled onto her stomach, throwing her arm over the side of the bed. When she felt the hard texture of the hairbrush handle, she flinched. She grasped the brush and was about to toss it across the room, then stopped.

Slowly she brought it to her body and squeezed it under her right thigh. As the tip of it touched her cunt, she gave a groan of tortured pleasure.

She was about to call out for Mike, but she heard the front door slam violently.

Bitter tears stung her cheeks as her mind melted into the grayness of sleep.

CHAPTER THREE

Ron's cock was like a savior for Gina. She held onto it, squeezed it so hard with her fingers, her knuckles turned white.

"You can't believe how much I've missed this," she whispered, touching the tip of his prick with her pink tongue. "I think I would have committed murder to have it the other night."