Susan stood up, stripping her dress away and ignoring the open door of her bedroom. If her son saw her, so much the better. She unhooked her bra and her shapely tits bounced free. Wearing only her panties, she massaged her tits for a moment. Then she peeled her panties off. Naked, she walked directly into the hallway and to the single bathroom of the apartment, watching for her son, but not to avoid him – to let him see her body, her rounded, swelling tits and red-haired cunt, her sexy ass and smooth thighs.

But Bobby didn't see her.

Disappointed, she filled the tub and sank into the hot water, feeling it against her cunt. She lay back in the tub and tried to relax. She was very tense. She wanted her son, wanted his cock, wanted to fuck him.

With bubbles floating about her tits, she glanced at the bathroom door. For the first time, she had left it not only unlocked, but wide open. If Bobby should come to the door, he would be able to see her. Her tits rose up from the water. Her light-brown nipples were hard and sensitive.

She bathed slowly, waiting and hoping.

But Bobby never came.

After half an hour, she stood up and began to rub at her body with a towel. She kept looking at the door, hoping he would come and look at her. She stepped from the tub, and after a moment's thought, wrapped the towel about her body. It barely covered her tits and cunt hair and ass. Tucking it together, she left the bathroom and peeked into the living room. Her son wasn't there. She peered into his bedroom, and found he was still lying on his bed. Only he was pressing his hips into the mattress, fucking it the way Mary had fucked her pillow.

Susan thought about entering and sitting on the bed, running her hands over his ass while he squirmed his cock into the mattress. But that was just another form of jacking off, and jacking off wasn't what Susan wanted.