Soon, she was rubbing at her clit slowly, writhing her ass against the bottom of the tub, leaning back with her eyes closed. Her expression was that of a woman satisfied, yet wanting more, knowing she could have more, knowing she would get more. Ted was such a willing son, so eager to push his cock into her pussy.

After bringing herself to orgasm, she drained the tub and dried her slender body. Then she spent a few hours in her bedroom, trying on her clothing, posing and feeling slightly wicked with some of it. She selected her most sensuous looking pair of panties, a pale-red color with black lace. They hugged her flawless hips and ass tightly, her cunt bulging outward slightly. Then she strapped her firm tits into a design to allow her nipples free. She brushed her hair until it shined and gleamed.

Just before it was time for Ted to come home, she pulled a light, summer robe over her body, belting it loosely at her waist.

It had been a long tune since her son had come straight home from school. Usually he lingered with friends, but today he was home within half an hour after school let out. She watched him from the living-room window, pedaling hard and fast as he came around the corner and swerved into the driveway. He came running to the door.

"What's the hurry, honey?"

"You said yesterday you wanted it fast, Mom."

"I want what fast?"

"To fuck fast!"

Becky giggled as she closed her arms around him. "I don't mean I want it so fast constantly. And I didn't mean for you to ride that damned bike so dangerously, either."

Ted hugged her hard, kissing at her neck. "Did you get a hard-on today?" she asked, running her hand through his hair.