Donna woke up with her pussy pulsating.
It was the first thing she felt, and she lay still, feeling the delicious sensations. She wondered if she had come while asleep. She tried to remember the dream, if any, that would cause her cunt to throb so hotly. She didn't remember dreaming at all, but her cunt seemed very, very hot. Slipping her hand beneath the sheet and into the elastic waist of her bikini panties, she felt the lips of her pussy. They were wet, very wet.
It was odd, because Donna never woke up in the mornings feeling like this. Sometimes she went to bed aroused, but never woke up that way. She lay still for some time, letting the warmth run through her. Her tits, even flat on her back, stood up firmly, with her nipples outlined by the sheet. When the throbbing decreased, she pushed the sheet away and swung her long legs over the side.
Other than her panties, she was naked.
The enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee came to her, and she smiled with pleasure. Ted and Mike were up. Feeling good, with the scent of coffee in her nose, she stripped her panties off and stepped nakedly into her adjoining bathroom. Adjusting the shower temperature, she stepped beneath the spraying water. By the time she finished her bath, brushed her teeth, and combed her shining coppery-colored hair, she saw it was almost ten in the morning.
Donna hardly ever slept late.
Sliding her satiny legs into a pair of pale-blue shorts, zipping them over her hips, she moved her arms into a man's shirt, tying the tails beneath her thrusting tits. Bare-footed, she padded into the hall and toward the kitchen.
"Morning, Mom," Mike greeted her.
"Good morning, honey," she said, kissing his cheek.
Mike was growing fast, she saw. Almost as tall as her, he was a favorite at school and the best wide receiver on the football team. He was already attracting pretty little girls, something that made him feel good, but she knew he was puzzled about what to do with them. He was dressed in his old faded cut-off jeans.