Gary stared after her, his eyes seeing the roll and twist of her pretty ass. Joanie glanced back at her son, giving her ass a saucy jerk.

After his mother was gone, Gary ran to his brother to tell him what happened.

"Gary, you're gonna have to stop telling lies," Randy said. "Listen, asshole, Mom can get any man she wants. What would she want with a kid like you? Besides, Mom wouldn't do anything like that, not out here where someone could see her."

From inside the apartment, Joanie watched her sans, smiling. She knew Gary was trying to convince his brother of what happened, and she knew Randy wouldn't believe it. But he would, she told herself, he damn well would, and soon.

By the time Gary and Randy returned to the apartment, Joanie had showered and lay on her bed. She was naked, covered only by a huge towel. All she had to do, she felt, was wait.

She was right.

Soon Gary came to the door of her bedroom. He wore only a pair of cut-offs, his chest bare. Joanie lifted one leg, bending it at the knee. From where Gary stood, he saw the hint of her turn surrounded by dark curls of hair. Joanie smiled at her son, licking her lips slowly, her eyes on the front of his shorts. Letting her bent knee open a bit, she slipped the towel from her tits.

Gary's eyes burned, his mouth open in awe. Joanie's tits did not flatten, but remained upright, her dark pink nipples very hard. She heard her youngest son starting to pant, and began to slowly pull the towel from her body.

She lay naked on her bed, with Gary staring with searing excitement. His cock pressed against his cut-offs.

Joanie let her bent knee fall to one side and her cunt was revealed to her son's eyes. Gary saw the thick triangle of pussy hair and the pink wetness of his mother's cunt. The head of his cock slipped beneath the frayed ends of his cut-offs and he thought he was going to come. "Don't be afraid, Gary," Joanie whispered.