Bobby, from the view of him this way, looked small and young, yet he was in his early teens. His hair was stylishly long, and she thought he was quite handsome, resembling her deceased husband more than her. Like Susan, Bobby's hair was a dark red, but he seemed to tea easily. He wore jeans and a tank top now, and his shoulders and arms were brown as they could be. Her eyes moved down his back, focusing on his ass. The jeans were tight, and she noticed his ass cheeks were flexing. A smile spread over her lips as she thought of his cock, hard and straining in his pants as he peeked down at Mary.

Before she knew what she was doing, Susan entered Bobby's room and stood behind him. She watched his body shaking gently in arousal. A sudden burning, stabbing sensation rippled through her cunt and she had to choke back a soft moan.

"What's so interesting out there?" she said softly and moved up beside him.

"Oh!" Bobby gasped, turning his head to see his mother at his side.

Susan noticed he quickly shoved his hips against the wall beneath the window.

"I see," she said, looking down at Mary. "So that's what you're looking at. Disgraceful, isn't she?"

Bobby flushed, and she noticed he tried to look off into the distance, keeping the front of his pants against the wall. She smiled to herself, then felt ashamed because she was embarrassing her son.

"At least she's beautiful," Susan said, her voice becoming surprisingly low and husky. "No harm in looking at such a beauty, I suppose."

Her son trembled, and she caught a glimpse of cock as he tried to turn from her. His cock was out of his pants, long and hard. A lurching heat shot through Susan's cunt, and she squeezed her thighs tightly together. That was a mistake; the pressure created a stabbing feeling of ecstasy in her swollen clit, and a soft moan came from her throat before she could choke it back.