Joan had forgotten her dress was at her waist and her hand was between her thighs. Quickly, she shoved her skirt back down and smoothed it over her hips. She watched Fawn paddle to the edge of the pool and climb out. The back of her tiny bikini had snuck into the crack of her ass, and the white, creamy ass flesh was an erotic contrast to the golden color of her thighs. Fawn wiggled her ass at Ted before she pulled the bikini out of the crack of her ass and blew him a kiss.

"We'll do it again later, honey," she said, picking up her towel and stepped into her own apartment on the bottom floor.

Joan watched her son stand up, his cock looking as if it were still very hard. She watched him gaze in the direction where Fawn disappeared, rubbing the front of his trunks. Then he started for the stairs to come up for a late lunch.

As Ted ate a sandwich and drank a glass of milk, Joan found herself looking at her son in a different way. Ted was quite young, but apparently not so young as to not notice a pretty girl like Fawn. Nor was he too young to get a hard-on and come off in his pants. Joan still felt excitement rumbling through her body as she looked at him, visualizing his cock gushing creamy come juice. The scene in her mind created a beautiful storm between her thighs, and she was surprised to find that she almost came.

After his late lunch, Ted mumbled something about changing out of his trunks. She watched him go down the short hall to his room, her eyes on the tightness of his young ass and strong thighs.

When he didn't return to the living room after about ten minutes, Joan followed him. He wasn't in his room, but his trunks were on the floor. She picked them up, turning them inside out and looking at his still wet come juice. Taking them to the bathroom to place them in the hamper, she shoved the door open and stepped in – stopping suddenly.