She wanted to fuck.

As exciting as it was to watch her son, she turned and went back to her bedroom. It was late afternoon, and she would have to think of something for dinner soon. Dropping the towel on the carpet, she selected panties and bra, then a becoming skirt and blouse. After some thought, she decided to forgo pantyhose. It was too hot for them anyway. Besides, her legs looked good enough without them.

Pulling on sandals, she decided she and Bobby would eat out that evening. She didn't feel like cooking, and it would be a treat for her son. He always enjoyed going out to eat.

Dressed, she entered the hall again and passing his room, saw it was empty now. Bobby was sitting in the living room, a book open on his lap, the television on.

"Honey," she said, "why don't we eat out tonight?"

"Sure, Mom," he agreed, closing his book.

"Where would you like to go?"

"Let's have pizza."

She smiled. "I should have guessed," she murmured. "You're going to turn into one. Did you know that?"

"I wish," he smiled back at her.

Susan noticed his eyes on her tits, his gaze lingering there a moment, then sweeping down to her hips.

Susan arched a hip forward, her hand on it. "What are you seeing that's so interesting, honey?"

Bobby's grin turned lewd.

Susan felt her heart thumping with delight. Perhaps her son would fuck her, after all.

"Come on," she said, her voice thick with desire. "We better go eat before…"

"Before what, Mom?"

"Never mind… come on."

CHAPTER THREE

As they stepped onto the sidewalk, they met Mary.

Mary was just emerging from a car parked at the curb. A man sat behind the wheel, but he was of no interest to Bobby, nor to Susan at the moment.