"How often?"

"Enough."

"Have you ever peeked at her?"

Again Bobby waited a moment before answering. Then he nodded, still not showing embarrassment. Barbara smiled.

"You know what I think, Bobby? I think Cindy does it because she wants you to peek."

"Aw, Mother," Bobby said. "I don't think so. She told me not to peek."

"Then she wants you to," Barbara said. "That's how girls are."

Bobby didn't reply. He tried to watch the television, but all he saw was his mother's naked ass, churning about the bed, her finger stuffed into her cunt, the sounds she made.

Seeing that her son wasn't embarrassed by this talk, Barbara said: "Do you enjoy watching Cindy pee, Bobby?"

"Yes, Mother," he responded, his cock throbbing.

"You like to see a girl pee, huh?" This time Barbara grinned wickedly at her son. "Does it make you feel good, seeing Cindy pee?"

Bobby looked at his mother now. He saw the beauty of her face, the dark eyes, the strange way they seemed to sparkle. He dropped his eyes to her tits, seeing them swell and strain her dress. Barbara slowly lifted her shoulders, making her tits stand out. Her nipples protruded from the dress. She was still smiling with a wicked glint in her eyes. While Bobby stared at her tits, she was looking at the front of his pants, seeing his cock outlined in hardness.

"Do you feel good now, honey?" she asked in husky voice. "I know you saw what I was doing. Did that make you feel good, too?"

For the first time, there was a slight flush on his face. But Barbara sensed the flush wasn't embarrassment, but pleasure. She saw his cock throb, saw it move visibly beneath his pants. A low moan came from her. With her shoulders back, she clutched the cushions of the couch, her mind whirling with lewd ideas.

"I have to pee," she said in a very low whisper.