She ran her other hand down her stomach, and lightly rested her palm on her panties. She could feel the soft hair under the satiny panties. She could use her fingers, she thought lazily. She could put her hand inside her panties and touch herself, caress her pussy, her cunt. It always felt good when she did that. She could put a finger inside and feel how smooth and slippery and hot it was, and maybe she could work it back and forth a little, pretend it was a cock, and give herself a nice orgasm.

She was starting to slip her fingers inside the elastic waist of her panties when the door opened, and Sammy came into the house. He was not alone, but her brother, Jason, was with him.

Laura's eyes had been closed, and she kept them closed. Her son and brother had almost caught her playing with her cunt. She felt a flush creep over her unblemished flesh. There was nothing she could do now; her fingers were halfway inside her panties, her skirt drawn past them. She could feel the soft curls of her pussyhair on the tips of her fingers. She didn't feel embarrassed about being caught, but she did feel very shy, bashful.

She didn't want her son and brother to see that she was awake, doing this to her. She pretended to be sleeping, knowing they were looking at her.

Slitting her eyes, she peeked.

Sammy's young eyes were huge, shining brightly, standing next to Jason who was grinning from ear to ear as he, too, looked at her exposure.

"Nice, huh?" she heard her brother whisper. "That's very nice, I'd say."

"Yeah!" She heard her son gulp. "Mom sure is pretty."

"Beautiful, I'd say," her brother said. "Look at her hand. It's in her panties. I bet she was playing with her cunt."

"Aw, Mom wouldn't play with her pussy!"