She could catch Brett alone, when Peggy and Frank were at school, tear his pants away and fuck him whether he wanted it or not, rape his big cock, that's what she could do.

But Linda wouldn't do that, either. She would sit and think about it, torment herself, become more and more frustrated, and then she would whip her cunt into a juicy froth with her fingers until she came a hundred thousand times.

She felt her cunt responding with heat, and squeezed her thighs. A rippling thrill moved into her stomach, her mind seeing them in that house next door again. She wondered if her niece had Frank's cock out of his pants yet, running her small hand up and down it, jacking her son off while Brett sprawled on the floor, watching them, his cock about to go off.

"Fuck!" she hissed, jumping to her feet and stomping into her room.

She stood before the mirror, looking at herself. She was a lovely woman, tall and slim, with rich chestnut hair and big eyes, slightly almond-shaped. Her lips were full and moist, her neck slender. Her flesh was satiny and unblemished. Her tits thrust out with highschool girl firmness, almost pointed. Her waist was small, hips rounded. Her ass jutted out in shapely curves, and her thighs and legs were very long and straight.

She pulled her blouse off, watching her tits. Her nipples were light-tan in color, stiff and peaked, pointing upward in desire. She caressed her tits for a moment, circling her sensitive nipples with the tip of her finger, watching them respond with a greater hardness.

Without her knowing, Frank had come home. He stood now watching her, his eyes enormous. The angle of the mirror prevented Linda from seeing him behind her, but her son could see her naked tits clearly. His cock bulged inside his pants, outlined in throbbing hardness. He watched his mother cup her tits, squeeze her fingers into them, making her succulent nipples stand out firmly.