Selecting her skimpiest panties, Jennifer stepped into them, adjusting the lacy crotch about her cunt but making sure that her dark blonde curls showed along the edges. Her mirror told her that the moist pink flesh of her cunt could be seen through the gauzy crotch of her panties.

By the time she pulled on a tight skirt and sweater, her nylons and garter belt in place, she was almost trembling with what she was going to do with her son. Sliding her feet into high heels, she checked herself in the mirror a final time, and found a gorgeous blonde staring back at her.

"Johnny, go to the store with me," she said as she came into the living room.

Her son looked up, grinning at her. "You look good, Mom."

"You're sweet to say that." She trailed her hand over his head to his shoulder. She leaned down and kissed the top of his head. "Want to go shopping with me?"

Johnny stood, eager to go.

As she drove to the shopping center, Jennifer began to feel nervous. But excitement rumbled through her, and there was no way she would not go through with it. Her tight skirt lifted along her slender thighs, halfway to her lap, and instead of tugging it down as she usually did.

She left it there. She knew her son was glancing slyly at her legs. He could almost see the creamy flesh of her thighs above the tops of her nylons.

When she parked, she pretended to have trouble opening her door. "I think it's stuck."

"I'll open it, Mom," Johnny replied and ran around to open her door. It came open without a bit of trouble, and Jennifer, pretending to push at it with her knee, let her foot fall out.

Johnny seemed to tremble as he looked right up his mother's skirt. He saw her gauzy panties, the shadow of her pussy hair inside them, the silky strands showing along the side. Jennifer didn't step out, but reached across the seat for her purse, her foot outside the car lifting, knees parted.