Kim needs some relief

Kim's guilt of watching her son pound into his flavor of the month had her nerves frazzled. Her mind kept going back to Roger's secretary, her skirt hitched up to her hips and her husband's cock pounding into her while they "reviewed the meeting notes" might as well have happened in front of Kim. She found herself with a growing sense of dread and betrayal at that; she had no evidence that they were fucking, but Roger had a type. "Hell, I'm his third wife...how long until he trades me in for a new model?" she thought and couldn't be sure she didn't say it outloud.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she considered that and through all of the thoughts she was having there was the picture of her stepson railing his girlfriends in the back ground. Blonde Jessica, redheaded whatever-her-name-was three months ago, that minxy black girl that kept grabbing Kim's ass before that. God, she was hot; Kim caught herself looking at her more than once. Fuck, she hadn't thought of girls like that since college when her roommates her senior year started...

Horns blaring at Kim snapped her back to reality. She slammed on the brakes out of reflex and stopped inches from smashing into a car in front of her. It took Kim an extra second to realize that she had driven through a red light and almost t-boned the cross traffic.

"Fuck!" she screamed at and to herself, slamming her hands in the steering wheel. She was crying and her hands hurt from what must have been unconsciously gripping the wheel too tight. Her heart hurt and her stomach felt like she had swallowed a bunch of ice just thinking about Roger's current or inevitable betrayal. Her pussy, however, was on fire. Her nipples were so taut they felt like they were being pulled. Her mind always showed her the visage of her stepson fucking in the background. And then it hit Kim that Jessica is basically a clone of her, almost as if she was picked just to mirror Kim's body.

More horns sounded, behind Kim this time. The light was green. She was in no condition to drive; her mind and heart singing songs of her cheating husband, mind and loins clouding her mind and giving her and insatiable need to touch herself while thinking about her stepson. While thinking about what she saw. While thinking about touching herself while absorbing every bead of sweat, every stray strand of Jessica's hair, every wobble of her younger proxy's tits, every slap of flesh, every pounding grunt every...

"Fuck, down girl," Kim said, her lust winning out over her husband's infidelity. She knew she needed to talk to someone, but she also knew if she didn't touch herself, she'd explode or do something extremely foolish. Not that making a fool of herself wasn't on the table.

"Mmmm, the table..." she purred to herself. "That'd be the perfect height to..." she caught herself thinking of the younger version of Roger pounding into her with the same ferocity she saw with Jessica. With Kim's tits pressed against the table top, her long hair being pulled back, arching her back while her stepson smashed into her ass from behind. Her pussy, her ass, the swelling cock, the way it felt as it got just a little thicker and a little longer right before it exploded and pumped and bucked and...

...and Kim pulled off the road before she made it to the bypass, before she killed herself or anyone else. Her breathing was erratic, her pussy was soaked and on fire like a volcano under the ocean. Her heart was pounding, her breathing was short and fast and it sounded like she had just run a mile. Before she knew it, her phone was in her hand and she had hit one of her speed dial numbers. She was in a trance, still seeing echoes of her thoughts while she heard the phone ring.

"Fuck, it wouldn't be ****..." she said to herself as she heard, "Hello?" FUCK! Did she say that outloud? Did they hear me? Who the fuck did I call?!