Dave just shrugged his shoulders if his mother didn't know, he wasn't going to tell her.

"Were you really that eager to see naked girls?" she asked.

"Well, you don't see naked girls every day." Dave said.

"No, I guess you don't. Look, Dave, I know that a boy your age has certain, ah, difficulties," Jean said. "But getting in trouble will just give you a bad reputation. And that will only make things worse. No girl is going to want to have anything to do with a peeping Tom."

But his mother's words only made Dave's prick stiff again. He hoped she would keep talking. This conversation was the most exciting thing that happened to him since he had peeked into that locker room the day before.

Then Dave heard his mother giggle. Surprised, he turned to look at her for the first time since they left the principal's office. Her heavy tits bounced slightly as she laughed. But what was so funny?

"I remember when I was in high school," Jean said. "We used to peek at the boys in the pool. We would look under the door that separated our locker room from the pool. We could only see the boys up to their chest. But we got to recognize them by their…"

Jean was suddenly quiet. Dave felt his face burning with excitement.

"Well, anyway, we never got caught," Jean said.

Then Jean and Dave both laughed.

Dave was glad that his mother took the whole thing so well. But gladness wasn't the only thing he was feeling. As he looked at the profile of his mother's tits, he remembered a set of naked jugs that he'd seen through that locker room window.

He would never forget the sight of those girls cavorting around naked. Mary, one of the sexiest chicks in school, had come out of the shower with her huge tits sticking out and her furry muff glistening with water. And Joyce bent over to pick up a sneaker, showing Dave how her tits could sag low from her chest. The cunts and asses and tits the boys had seen were burned into their memories forever.