Chapter 4

Sam was two hours into the four-hour drive to the lake. Behind him, his parents were well on their way to getting drunk. They were periodic alcoholics, using alcohol to relieve the tensions of their lives. John’s excuse was the stress generated by the screw up at work. Jamie drank because she was conflicted about her sexual feelings for her son.

Jamie was acutely aware of her son not eight feet away. Her pussy still tingled as she recalled his length sliding into her sheath. The fullness, the slight pain as he stretched her. She shivered recalling the feeling.

“Are you cold, dear? Sam can turn the A/C down.”

For a moment she stared blankly at her husband. “No dear! I’m definitely not cold.”

As she maintained her end of the inane drunken conversation, in her mind she replayed the moment Sam had taken her clit in his mouth and sucked it. Even now her knees got weak. She recalled feeling his tongue as it penetrated her labia. It was like a French kiss, so intimate, so exciting. Then that all to brief moment when he filled her with his tool. Ruefully she thought it would be worth her husband catching them if Sam could have fucked her. What would he have thought?

Her pussy flooded her panties. The wet stickiness only increased her arousal. The sex demon had clawed the last vestige of repression from Jamie’s libido. There was a heat between her thighs like she had never felt. She crossed and recrossed her legs. Feeling, yes almost hearing, her flooded pussy react.