With a start, Roxie found she was wondering if her son had a hard-on.

Startled by the thought, she dropped her cup.

"Oh, shit!" She darted her hand to her mouth, her face flushed.

The cup shattered on the floor, coffee spilling everywhere.

She stared down at the mess.

"I'll get it, Mom." Rich grabbed some paper towels and squatted at her feet.

"You're sure jumpy this morning. Are you nervous about something?"

She felt his eyes staring at her knees, and with a little gasp, she realized they were spread apart. She clamped them together tightly, then heard her son laugh low in his throat. But the instant she clamped her thighs together, the pressure set up a hot tingle in her cunt. She relaxed, then, to her horror, she saw that Rich was peeking between her legs.

Her legs refused to move, and she placed her hands on her thighs to close them.

Even that didn't work. She was blushing furiously, knowing her son was peeking at her, maybe even seeing her panties, and she sat there in a trance, frozen and helpless, trembling with a heat that consumed her flesh.

As Rich looked up, Roxie stared at him, eyes smoldering and glassy. The tip of her tongue moved over her lips, and it was all she could do to stop herself from reaching for him.

She felt his hot palms cup her knees, and when he gently pushed them apart, she was so weak there was nothing she could do.

A soft sob came from her throat when her son spread her knees.

She slumped in the chair, eyes closing, as her face burned with embarrassment.

But excitement began to rumble through her. It was almost like her fantasy of being looked at in the car. Her cunt began to pulsate wetly, her clit bulging.

She clenched her fist at her hips, leaning her head back, eyes closed.

Rich gazed between the satiny smoothness of his mother's thighs, recalling her wanton exhibitionism in the car the day before. Young as he was, he sensed his mother was helpless, that he could do just about anything he wanted to her.