She was looking at Randy, her oldest son, as he sat on the floor, doing his best to not peek at his mother and failing. His eyes flicked at her often, gazing for just a second at her pantied cunt, then turning away quickly. Joanie was amused by his nervousness, of his hunger.

"Where did Gary run off to, honey?" she asked in a low, seductive voice.

"Around," Randy said, averting his eyes.

"Did he say anything to you?"

"When?"

"Yesterday," she replied, her voice a whisper. "Did he… tell you anything?"

Randy glanced at his mother, his eyes going to her revealed crotch. He was doing everything he could to hide his throbbing hard-on from her. He found his voice wouldn't work and he nodded.

"What did he tell you, Randy?"

Joanie felt a throbbing around her cunt and the urge to rub it was strong. She could feel the hairy lips starting to pulsate, as if they were opening and closing. She watched her son swallow.

"Tell me what he said," she insisted. "I want to know what he told you."

"Aw, just some kind of bullshit…" He stopped quickly, blushing.

"Bullshit?" she smiled. "He told you some kind of bullshit?"

Randy nodded, his face red.

"What bullshit?" Joanie asked. "Are you sure it was bullshit, darling? What if he told you the truth?"

Randy squirmed on the carpet, peeking at his mother from lowered lashes. "It was," he mumbled. "You wouldn't do anything like that, Mom, not with Gary."

"Are you sure about that?" she teased, licking at the tip of her finger. "Are you really sure I wouldn't?"

"Would you?" he asked, his voice so low she could hardly hear him.

"Mmmmmmm," Joanie responded, sucking on the tip of her finger, swinging her closed knees from side to side, her pleated skirt riding past her knees. "Maybe."

Randy's eyes opened a bit and he gazed at her, watching her knees move slowly from side to side, seeing her thighs and the way her cunt puffed against her panties, the dark shadow of pussy hair, the creamy halves of her pretty ass cheeks. His cock was so hard inside his pants, so very hard.