son looked at her exposed knees and thighs without embarrassment. She appreciated the fact that he looked at her as a woman, not with the sly, dirty expression so many had when they looked at her.
Kenny uncrossed his legs and spread them out in front of him.
"Are you getting hot, honey?" she asked, her voice soft.
He nodded, his eyes burning on her thigh.
"The sun?" she questioned.
"Partly, Mom," he said, and Kathy caught his meaning.
"And partly what, baby?"
"You," he admitted.
"Me?" She pretended surprise. "Why am I making you hot, Kenny?"
"You always make me hot!" he replied.
Kathy's eyes gazed steadily into his, then she gave him a small, slow smile, the tip of her tongue moving across her lips in slow motion. Kenny spread his feet on the pass, and Kathy stared openly between them. The frayed legs of his cut-offs were tight at the crotch. She could see, just inside the right leg of his shorts, the white of his jockeys. She wished he had not worn his jockeys. Maybe after… her eyes moved about her son's crotch, looking for a hard-on. He didn't have one. Maybe it was
because they were in the park, with others around. Kathy hoped that was not the reason. She wanted him to have a hard-on, right here in the park, and she didn't care who noticed it.
With obvious deliberateness, she uncrossed her knee, and slowly lifted the other, but before crossing it, she allowed her son time to peek between her knees. She was wearing a pair of very skimpy panties, pink, with black lace. She watched his eyes as she slowly and deliberately exposed her panties to him. She shivered deliciously as Kenny's eyes widened a bit, his breathing suddenly still.