She reminded herself that it might be a few hours yet before her husband got there, so she'd better not get all worked up. Of course, she could masturbate, but she didn't really want to do that. She played with herself so much when Gil was away. Tonight she wanted to save herself for the real thing – her husband's huge rock-hard cock. She could hardly wait to take it into her famished cunt.

"Mmmmm, Gil, hurry," she murmured.

She selected a white lace bra and bikini panty set, but she didn't hurry to put them on. Instead she stood before the big dresser mirror and critically studied her body. Was it as good as when she and Gil were first married so many years ago? That was hard to say, but it was still damned good. It was sleek and firm and slender, and her large pointed tits didn't sag at all.

Brenda liked what she saw in the mirror, and she paraded back and forth in front of it a few times, having no idea how much she was arousing her spying son. Mark thought his mother was the sexiest woman in the whole world as she paraded before that mirror, her luscious big tits bouncing. His eyes dropped to the small neat triangle of her bush, and he wished she'd spread her legs so he could see all that mysterious female territory down there. Mark had an awful lot to learn about female anatomy.

For a few precious seconds he got his wish. Brenda paused and faced the mirror squarely, then folded back the dark curls of her bush and isolated the small pink bud of her clit. Sighing softly, she rubbed the sensitive button with the tip of her index finger, giving herself a few tantalizing stabs of pleasure. She needed that much relief from her rapidly mounting horniness. But that was all she allowed herself.