Moving her hand downward, she ran her fingers through the bushy thickness of her cunt hair. Parting her thighs, she probed lightly upon her knotted clitoris, sliding her finger down and into the slippery tightness of her pussy.

Marilyn loved to caress herself this way, outside in the hot tub with the sun hot enough to make her sweat. She loved feeling and probing her body with the fresh air around her.

Yet, if she had a choice, she would prefer a man's hands moving about her sensitive flesh. A man with a beautiful cock she could massage, squeeze, and stroke into lovely hardness, watch the head become round, the piss hole dripping against her palm.

But there was no man here or anyplace else.

The only male around was Donny, but he didn't count. He was too young in the first place and in the second place, he was her son. That was the order in which she assigned him – first too young, second being her son. She never thought it strange to think of Donny that way but nothing would ever happen between them. Donny really was too young to be interested in girls and he was much too involved with his butterfly collection.

She could sit naked in the hot tub all day and her son would never see her body, not even if he stood next to her. That is, she didn't think so. Not that Marilyn had any intention of doing anything with her son. But if she were so inclined they were certainly in a remote enough area for it.

She slipped her finger into her cunt and sighed, her eyes closed as she leaned on the deck. Moving her finger in and out of her tight cunt, she fantasized about a man, any man, coming upon her and fucking her.

From an upstairs window, Donny was peeking down at his mother, unknown to her. Maybe she thought he was too young, not interested in girls, but Marilyn was wrong. Feeling the first stirrings of sexual desire, Donny peeked at his mother all the time. He enjoyed looking at her, it made his cock hard.