Richard wanted to fuck her again; she saw that in his eyes and the way he looked at her. Yet as soon as she glanced in his direction, he would lower his eyes and a faint flush would come over his face. Karen, later in the afternoon, dressed in a pair of white, very tight, shorts and a small, thin halter. Her long, creamy smooth legs were exposed by the high cut of the shorts, and the half-moon swells of her ass were exposed, especially when she leaned over. Her nipples protruded against the thin fabric of her halter. The waist of her shorts were tow on her hips, showing her dimpled belly button and flat stomach. She felt very lewd, yet shy at the same time. She had to almost force herself to twitch her tightly clad ass around, inviting her son's stare. She had never acted the wanton before, and it embarrassed her a little.
Still, Richard only looked at her when she wasn't facing him. In a way it amused her, but in another way it made her angry. She was doing everything but grabbing his cock to let him know she wanted very much to fuck him again.
They spent the say in nervous yearning, neither making a move toward the other. In the evening, as they sat before the television set, their eyes caught and locked. Each could see the desire in the other, yet neither said anything. Karen lowered her gaze to her son's crotch. She saw his cock swell inside his pants, and he remained where he sat, making no effort to conceal his hard-on. She sat with her legs wide, sometimes drawing them up, resting her chin on her knees, knowing her son had a very good view of her crotch this way, and although Richard now looked at her with fire in his eyes, he stayed in his chair.