...And Mom Makes Three

CHAPTER ONE
There was something appealing about the young boy and girl that Marcia Merritt could not put her finger on. The fact that they were very young might have something to do with it, she felt. She had always been attracted to boys and girls of that age.
Marcia never denied herself the pleasure of watching young boys and girls, and had never really felt guilty about it. She accepted her desire to caress them, to stroke those slender, young bodies, to fondle a hard, young cock and even feel a sweet little cunt with hardly any hair on it. As long as her desire remained in her mind only, she was safe, she felt.
But lately, ever since her divorce two years ago, Marcia had been watching the kids more and more. There had even been a time or two when she caught a brief peek under the short skirt of some pretty little girl, saw a pair of tight panties, and came. She had been startled by that, but when she came on another occasion, this time seeing a young boy as old as her own son, Robert, she had come again, stronger than ever. And she had not even touched herself!
She leaned against the back of the bench she was sitting on, letting the warm sun burn against her naked thighs and arms. The shorts and small halter she had on were tight, and her nipples could be seen poking at the fabric. She sat with her thighs parted, and the crotch of her shorts was tight enough to outline the puffy lips of her hairy cunt. Marcia didn‘t mind; she liked it when someone caught a peek at her, and liked it especially when it was a young boy or girl who looked.