Inching her skirt up, she pushed her hand against the slight bulge of her panties, feeling the wetness on the crotch. Spreading her feet on the floor, she began to rub at her pussy, making soft mewls of pleasure.

A mild orgasm sent a shivering spasm through her body.

Fast, too fast, she thought.

She cupped her cunt, squeezing it, trying to bring on those sweet, hot ripples again. But it didn't work this time. Disappointed, she straightened her skirt and adjusted her blouse. Her face flushed slightly, Ted noticed he as he came into the living room. But by then, Peggy was presentable. She gave her a son a smile, a very small smile, and her gaze dropped to the front of his pants, briefly.

"Are you getting hungry, honey?" she asked, for lack of anything else to say.

"It's too early, Mom," he replied. "Besides, I gotta meet Henry down on the corner."

Henry was her nephew, her sister's son. Ted and Henry had almost grown up together. They were the best of friends, as well as cousins. Arlene, Peggy's sister, had gone through a divorce, too, but it had not been as traumatic as Peggy's. In fact, Arlene was now married to a good man, even if he did travel all the time. Still, he earned a good salary and took very good care of Arlene and Henry.

She was reminded about a lunch date with her sister the next day. Arlene had something, she had said, very important to talk over with her, wanting Peggy's advice.

She watched her son leave, banging the door behind him. She had told him a hundred times not to bang the door, but it no longer bothered her. He was just a young, exuberant boy, filled with more energy than he could wear off. She watched him pedal off down the street, then turned from the window.