Then she happened to glance behind her as she leaned over and saw Jay there on the lawn. For a moment, she was startled as realization came to her what he was staring at. But before she could so much as blush, a hot tingle began rippling through her body. Her nipples became painfully hard, and her cunt started pulsating.

A slight shiver glowed through her as she came to the startling understanding that she was enjoying her son looking at her body this way. A small orgasm exploded in her cunt and Susan swallowed a soft groan.

On a sudden impulse – an impulse that was so strong she found it impossible to resist – she straightened-up and turned to face her son. He was on his stomach, his chin propped in his hands as he watched her.

"Why don't you help, Jay?" she asked in a soft voice. "This garden is filled with weeds."

But Jay shook his head, a grin on his face. "I'd rather watch you, Mom," he said, his eyes burning as he stared directly at the tight crotch of her shorts.

Susan knew where her son was looking, and instead of blushing, she grew warm with sudden desire. Her gaze moved to his ass, and she saw that he was writhing his cock against the lawn. She knew his prick must be very hard and felt a thrill because it was her body that gave him the hard-on. She knew, without looking, that her tight shorts outlined her curt. They were so tight and so thin, nothing was concealed.

The urge to tease her son was powerful, and she gave in to it, not dreaming where it would lead. Pretending she was unaware of how much of herself she was showing the young boy, she squatted while facing him, jerking at a few weeds. But from beneath lowered lashes, she watched him look at her. Her knees opened, and she knew he could see the tightness of her shorts now, along with the dark cunt curls sticking out on each side. She saw his ass tighten up as she spread her knees.