When she leaned over the coffee table, running her polishing cloth over the wood, her robe drooped, and the creamy curves of her tits were exposed. With a secret glance, she caught the boys peeking at her tits, and she felt a burning sweetness inside her panties. She polished the coffee table, spending longer than necessary so they could peek at her. When she stood up, the bottom of her short robe barely covered her crotch.

Jackie knew she was teasing her son and nephew, and that bothered her. She had never been a cock-teaser in her life. She couldn't understand why she was teasing them now, knowing it frustrated them, maybe causing their young balls to ache. Jackie didn't like to be called a tease, and she didn't like for anyone to suffer, even this way. And she knew the boys suffered from the tantalizing peeks she was giving them. If it became too bad, she felt they could jerk off, get relief that way. But then she didn't want them jacking off, either. Not because she had anything against it; she fingerfucked herself often enough. But jacking off, fingerfucking, was so lonely, such a solitary way of getting needed relief.

She stood with her feet parted slightly, her long, slender thighs exposed, facing the boys. She was no longer aware of herself, so deep was she in thought. The two boys stared unabashedly at her thighs, both of them without shame or guilt. They could almost see the crotch of Jackie's panties, and it was enough to make their cocks bulge with hardness.

Jackie found she was staring down at them, at their laps. Bobby had on a pair of jeans, and his, cock was outlined along his left thigh. Timmy wore shorts, a ragged pair he had hacked out of worn-out jeans. His cock bulged at the crotch. Her eyes were smoldering with heat as she stared down at them, looking from one to the other.