Need

The sounds of muffled dirty talk and quiet moans continued for five minutes. "That's it, I'm getting the radio," Laura declared as she all but scrambled off the mattress. She was not going to listen to someone getting railed when she desperatly needed to release her own frustration. Her body was warming up from the noise and her overactive imagination.

"Want some help?" Dan asked as he sat up in bed.

"No, thank you," Laura called as she got the radio and plugged it into the socket near the air mattress. She extended it as close as she could to the bed before fiddling with the dial. A warbly sound of music came on as she tried to find a good spot for the antenna.

"I like your body wash, it smells good," Dan commented as he tried to get comfortable again.

Laura paused and looked over at him. She sniffed the air but didn't know where the comment came from. With a tight-lipped smile, she went back to fussingw ith the radio. "Thank you," she muttered, more to get her mind off the wild sex next door.

It took five minutes for her to realize the best she would get was music some of the time and soft static the rest. "This isn't going to work," she sighed and sat on the hard concrete. The cold flood shocked her into jumping up. "Cold," she groaned as she rubbed her butt and thighs. The activity made her realize she was wet, very wet.

"They can't last for much longer. I can't even hear them," Dan reported with a shrug.

Laura gave him a piercing look before sighing. "Fine," she grumbled and turned off the radio. The sound of music and static cut off. She waited as if to test the air. When no sounds of sex came to them, she smiled. "Thank the stars," she muttered as she crawled back onto the air mattress.

What felt like minutes later, Laura woke with a start. Her dreams had been sex-filled, and the mascuile voice calling someone a "whore" and "slut" made her shiver. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, just audible over their moans and dirty talk. She heard her son shift besider her and grumble under his breath.

"They started up again a few minutes ago," Laura reported. "I want to say something to them," she hissed. She wanted to throw something at them. Tears stung her eyes. She knew she was speaking out of desperation and plain horniess. If she listened to much more, she might go over there just to beg to get some relief. She couldn't masturbate beside her son. It was wrong on so many levels.

Dan blinked and rolled over. "I could," he started to offer.

"No, there's no point," Laura sighed. "I... just need to try and block it out." She mentally prayed to anything that might listen that the porno next door would just stop.

"Want me to massage your back? You always said that helped when I was a kid when you were trying to go to bed for work."

Laura froze and gulped, an audible sound. "No, that... won't be necessary," she answered in a quiet voice. No, hands on her just then would be bad, very bad. Her sex pulsed as if disagreeing with her mind.

"Seriously, it won't bother me. Here," Dan said as he fully turned over.

Laura felt something soft, hard, and very familiar slap her thigh. Her body spasmed as a particually lusty moan broke the silence. She froze, unsure of what to do. Her son's cock lay on her thigh, and she couldn't move!

"Uh," Dan muttered and scooted back.

"I'm fine," Laura all but gasped as she scooted farther away from him.

"My bad," Dan apologized.

"It's fine. Listen, just try to get some sleep. Like you said, they'll finish soon enough," she muttered. She wanted it to be true. She wanted sleep. She wanted to be fucked like that slut next door. Anger, desperation, and desire pulsed in time with her needy body. She hated herself but couldn't stop listening.

Laura managed to get to sleep. The couple had finally finished their frenzied romp and might have passed out. Exhaustion and frustration drove her to try to sleep. A warm something made her eyes fly open. She looked down to see a man's hand, her son's hand, cupping her breast. A burning fire flowed through her body as she desperately tried to move his hand. In response, Dan's hand clamed tighter. Her nipples, already hard, could cut glass.

"Uh, dear... dear... Honey!" a voice called. She tried to ignore the strangled sound that accompanied her voice. "Dan Palm, wake up," she voice demanded.

With a yawn, Dan opened his eyes. They were so beautiful. His eyes blinked and slowly slid down to his had, cupping her breast. "Please," Laura whispered. She wasn't even sure if she wanted him to stop.

"Oh, sorry!" Dan gasped as he sat up. "I... uh," he studdered.

"It's fine," Laura said with a deep breath as she fixed her shirt and pulled up the sheet. "Can you, roll over?" She shivered as she imagined what might have happened if he hadn't let her breast go.

"Yeah, uh, sorry again."

"It happens," Laura answered as she rolled over toward the wall. She heard and felt more than saw her son shifting on the unstable mattress. "Are you okay?" Laura asked.

"Yeah, sorry about earlier," Dan apologized again.

"You used to do it as a baby and later as a young child when you'd crawl into my bed after a nightmare. I guess some things you never forget," she joked with a small laugh. A wave of pleasure flowed through her sensitive body at the memory.

"I don't remember that," Dan admitted.

"You did it until you were about five or six," she mused to herself. "Sorry, I freaked out."

"I would too," Dan said with a **** laugh.

"Try to get some sleep," Laura murmured as she turned back toward the wall. She wouldn't be able to sleep, not with how hot her body was.