Jim's body was humming with passionate greed as he began to move closer to the door. When he picked up a whiff of the perfume his mother was wearing, he lost what little control he still had. No matter what would happen, he had to peek into her room. Although he WSS afraid she

would hear his heart pounding, he leaned closer and looked in. Then he saw her.

At first he cursed himself for waiting so long. She was already beginning to dress. But when he watched her moving in the black panties and bra, he realized that there was still a lot to see. Jim had to grab the front of his pants and wiggle around to get his hard prick into a position where it wouldn't hurt.

Peg was looking at herself in the mirror when Jim first focused on her. He saw her lift her hand and take the bra in a firm grip, then tug it while she shook her tits to get them into the best position for showing off. As she made the flesh of her tits jiggle, Jim felt his balls churning with boiling gism.

Then Peg adjusted her panties. Turning to look at every angle of her body also gave her son a terrific display. He saw the creamy cheeks of her ass through the black nylon, and the crack looked so good that he thought he would faint if he couldn't press his face into it. Peg patted her belly, and walked to the closet.

By the time Peg put her dress on, Jim was in an advanced state of wild passion. His prick was threatening to tear the zipper out of his pants and he knew that he would have to let the high-pressured gism out, but he wanted to wait. He

had an idea, and it seemed so incredible that he wanted to save all his lust for it.

He went into his room, and crawled onto the bed. His weight pressing on the bucking cock in his pants felt great, and he knew that all he would have to do to come would be to rub his bulging crotch on the mattress a few times, but he remained still.