Standing up, she found a lightweight, sleeveless sweater, and she pulled it on. She started to slip into a new pair of pantyhose, but decided it was too hot for those. She rummaged about in her dresser, searching through her panties and bra. She was amazed that all her panties were designed for one reason only – to excite and arouse. They were all skimpy, whispy bits of nothing, but she had no one to wear them for… no one to see her in them.

She held up a smoky piece of material, a very flimsy pair of panties.

With a shrug, she stuffed them back into the drawer and moved to her closet. She lifted out a lemon-yellow skirt, tight, with buttons all the way up the left side. It was designed for a woman to be as bold as she dared, and Kathy placed it on her bed, wondering how bold she would be today.

She stood and brushed hr hair, wearing only the light sweater. Her tits strained at the material, her nipples pressing forward. From the waist down, she was deliciously naked.

A smile came over her face and she winked at herself in the mirror. She grinned. She looked down at her naked lower body.

"Why not?" she whispered. "It would only be fair."

She gave her ass a saucy twist and stepped to her bedroom door. She opened it and peered down the hall. She could hear the television going, but she could not see her son.

For a teasing, delicious moment, Kathy stepped out into the hall, feeling wicked to be naked from her waist down.

"Jim?"

"Yes, Mother?"

"Are you ready to go?"

"Yes, I'm ready."

"Jim, would you come here for a minute?" Kathy called, her voice shaking with anticipation.

CHAPTER TWO

When she heard him, Kathy stepped back into her roam. She sat on her bed, facing the door, her hands resting on the mattress and her knees closed. She was shaking with anticipation, with growing pleasure. She was breathing excitedly as she waited, her tits lifting and falling as her cunt steamed. She gazed at the door she had left open.