Chapter 2
Looking through the dirty window, Marie Olsen smoothed the wrinkles on her tight miniskirt, letting the sensation of her warm hands stroking the tops of her thighs ripple along her skin and gather in the juncture of her crotch. She was horny, horny as hell, and she looked with desire at the stretched-out form of her eighteen-year-old son, Robert, as he slumped in the seat across from her. Her eyes traveled over his strong frame, finally coming to rest at the lump of his loins.
"f**k!" she thought, .as the heat started to pulse with insistent regularity in the channel of her v****a. Marie always blamed her French blood when she got feelings like this, but she knew that it was not really the reason for her excessive sensuality. It was just the way she was, hot and ready all the t
