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Chapter 6 It did satisfy Donny but only for a while. At two that afternoon he took his bicycle and rode off down the road. He had not said where he was going, but Marilyn knew. Donny was going to find Sally. As she relaxed on the patio, a glass of iced tea on the redwood table next to her lounge chair, she wondered how Donny could keep up this pace. He seemed to have more stamina and virility than most men twice his age. But she wasn't complaining. She smiled as the hot sun burned down on her. Her body--her tits and ass and cunt--felt very good. There was a pleasant tingle in her tits and cunt, and she writhed gently under the hot sun. She must have dozed. The soft sound brought her eyes open, and she looked up to see Sally standing there. The girl still wore that same swimsuit and it was pulled up into the crack of her pretty ass. "Why, Sally." Marilyn murmured, taking her tea and finding the ice had melted. "I didn't hear you come in...

Chapter 5 When Sally returned, both Marilyn and Donny were dressed. As had been his habit during the hotter days, Donny wore his shorts. Marilyn liked that, because there was always the possibility the head of his cock would sneak into view. She had selected a wrap-around skirt and cotton blouse. She felt deliciously naked under it, having deliberately left her panties and bra off. The flap of her skirt opened as she walked, revealing her smooth, long thighs. Sally had not changed from her skin-tight swimsuit, and it seemed to always be pulled into the crack of her sweet-looking ass. Donny's eyes were hot as he looked at the lovely little blonde, and Marilyn knew how much he wanted to fuck the girl. She felt his desire because she too was drawn toward the succulent sweetness. She felt no jealousy because Donny stared almost embarrassingly at Sally, in fact she was amused by his infatuation. Being somewhat wiser than her son, she knew that since Sally had shown ...

Chapter 4 Marilyn woke up the next morning feeling good. She stretched as she gazed at her son sleeping at her side. His face was so young, so innocent in sleep. Tossing the sheet to the foot of the bed, she looked at his body. It was a strong, virile body, the body of a young boy showing promise of manhood. He slept on his back, one leg bent out. His cock rested between his thighs, his balls dangling below. Marilyn gave some consideration to leaning down there and giving his cock a good morning kiss, but thought better of it. The poor boy had fucked her so much the day before, and she had sucked him off that once. He needed his rest, his sleep. Shoving her long legs over the edge of the bed, she stood up and looked affectionately at her son once more, then went into the bathroom for her morning shower. The spray of the water revived her, and she hummed happily while soaping her lovely, slender body. Her nipples were hard, and she realized they seemed to stay har...

Chapter 3 Later that afternoon while the sun was still high, Marilyn and Donny rode their bicycles through the pines. It was something they had done often shortly after her divorce. They hadn't done it much lately but today the wonders of nature drew them into the woods. Donny still wore his shorts, but Marilyn had put on a short tennis-type dress and blouse. Beneath the skirt she had on quite lacy, very sheer, bikini panties. Her son seemed to never get his fill of looking at her slender thighs, and she decided to dress in a manner that revealed them to him. They rode slowly along a narrow trail between the tall trees, the sun filtering through. About a mile from the house they paused. Marilyn stood astraddle her bicycle, the rear of her skirt caught on the seat. Donny was slightly behind his mother and he gazed excitedly at her thighs. He could see not only her long thighs, but also the roundness of her ass where the skirt was held up. The tingle in his crot...

Chapter 2 She was standing behind the wet bar when Donny came in. He was still wet, dripping water on the carpet. Usually she would have said something to him, but not today. He stood just inside the sliding doors, and her eyes went immediately to the front of his shorts. There was a most delicious-looking bulge there, and Donny was looking back at her with hot, unashamed eyes. "I've been looking at you, Mom," he said in an unusually low voice. A faint flush crept over her cheeks, but it was not of embarrassment, it was of pleasure. Gazing directly at the bulge in his shorts, she nodded, saying in a whispery voice, "I thought so, Donny." "I mean out there," he pointed onto the deck. "I had my eyes closed, but I wasn't asleep. I saw you ... naked." "You did," she said, her voice quivering with emotion. "What did you see, honey?" "Everything." he replied. "And you enjoyed seeing m...