….How did I get so extremely horny?… It started with my 3 sons actually. I still had a good figure, slim with nice tits. They were all horny teens...now, but as they grew up they all liked to hug mom and just brush against my tits, feel my waist and ass. I couldn’t scold them…I was weak and let them do what horny boys do. What did a little feeling up of mom hurt anyway. I was getting very little sex from my husband who was out of town most of the time.… I enjoyed them feeling me a little, but. Sometimes, in that first summer after his wife left him, he would leave the front door open, hoping to hear the familiar rap on the door and the sing-songy hello. But he never did. That is, not until the first Storm rolled through New York. His intense lust for Johannah, the undoing of his marriage, came well before the first wave of microorganisms crossed through the wormhole into this solar system, targeting Earth. But as those alien narcotics crept into the ground water of upstate. My breathing was now so rapid that my mouth was open and almost panting. When Sheila’s tongue finally lapped over my clit, I cried out so loudly that I was glad the house was ours alone.“OHHH... FUCK!” I heard Sheila mutter, “Mmmmm,” as her face buried itself further between my thighs. And then she took my clit and started sucking, with the tip of her tongue rubbing it too. I was so close; the lounge was echoing to a rhythmic, “Oh...! oh...! oh...! oh...! ohhh!"The moment her fingers squeezed. My car horn dutifully went off as I hit the steering wheel and horn. My frustrated yelling quickly turned into quiet deep sobbing. My tears wouldn’t stop and I couldn’t reel them in if I had wanted to. I sat there on the side of the highway for what felt like hours until finally, my crying stopped. I knew what to do, what I had to do. I wiped the remainder of my tears from my face smearing my makeup worse but it didn’t matter. I put my car into drive without even worrying about taking care.