She grinned at her reflection. She had seen the bulge of his cock, outlined by his pants. Her son had gotten a hard-on watching her. The fact that Bobby had become excited and his cock had turned hard told her she had not shocked him much. His cock would not have been hard if he had not enjoyed watching.

She found her son in the living room, sitting in the lounge chair, leaning back in it. He was staring at the television, but his eyes didn't seem to be seeing anything. She glanced at the front of his pants and saw his cock was still very hard, outlined inside the pants. Her tongue moved across her bottom lip, and she walked past him and into the kitchen.

Bobby watched his mother's back as she went toward the kitchen, his eyes on the swell of her ass cheeks. Although her ass was covered by her dress, he saw it as he had in her room – naked, lifted up, the cheeks spread, the crinkle of her ass, her hairy cunt. He gripped his cock through his pants, squeezing it hard.

As his mother came back into the living room, he jerked his hand away, but Barbara had seen it. She sat on the couch across from him, her eyes on him. Bobby squirmed beneath his mother's steady gaze. He made an attempt to conceal his outlined hard-on but there wasn't anything he could do about it.

Barbara wondered about her son. She knew he could become excited seeing her, knew his cock would get hard. She wondered if he played with his cock, if he could squirt creamy come juice, if he had hair on his balls, if he wanted to fuck, a girl; fuck Cindy, perhaps.

Barbara was not shy. Barbara didn't mince words. She was blunt and straightforward. But she had never been that way with Bobby.

"Does Cindy pee all the time near the fence?" she asked, startling Bobby. For a moment Bobby didn't answer.

Barbara was pleased to see that her son didn't blush nor seem uncomfortable. He nodded.