Still later, after dark, she prepared a light dinner. Since she still wore her bikini, she felt her son watching her as she moved about the small kitchen. She couldn't resist, and, humming softly, did a few dance steps that made her tight ass moving suggestively.

Since being on the houseboat, she had allowed her son to climb into the top bunk before she entered, and had undressed and pulled her nightgown on in the kitchen or living area. This was accomplished in the same way tonight, but Shellie wanted to be with her son badly now.

When her son called out that he was in bed, Shellie pulled her bikini off and slipped a gown over her naked body. She switched the lights off, then climbed into the queen-sized bed beneath her son's bunk.

Almost immediately, she heard his sheets rustling. As she listened, she found a rhythm to the sounds.

Knowing her son was jacking off again, Shellie felt her cunt throb and become wet, her clit bulging out. She slipped her gown to her waist and, feeling wanton, pushed her sheets to her feet. If her son looked over the edge of his bunk, he would see her in the dim light. Shellie stroked her long clit with two fingers, listening to her son jerking at his cock. She squeezed her inflamed clit between her thumb and forefinger, and then started working on it with short jerks.

"Oh, fuck it!" Shellie suddenly gasped.

The rustling above her stopped.

"What did you say, Mom?"

For a moment, Shellie couldn't believe she had said that.

Then she giggled, a throaty, lewd sound.

"I said, fuck it!"

"Mom!"

"Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it," she hissed, smashing her clit hard. "I know what you're doing up there, Jay. I can hear what you're doing, you did it near the window, and you're doing it again!"