Placing her bundles on the counter, Janice examined the damage to her skirt. Seeing the extent of the rip, she knew the man had seen her ass clearly. There was a sudden thrill, and her cunt pulsated. She was surprised at the sudden stab of pleasure in her body.

"Is that you, Mom?"

She looked up, holding her skirt.

Her son came into the kitchen, stopping suddenly with wide eyes. Again Janice was frozen. Her son stared at her, seeing her thighs and panties. Time seemed to have stood still for her, then she shoved the torn skirt down.

"Who else would be coming in without knocking?" she said, almost snapping at her son.

She detected a slight bulge in the front of his pants. With a shiver she realized it was what he had seen of her body that caused that bulge. Trying to hold the skirt together, she brushed past her son. Halfway down the hall, she turned and smiled.

"I'm sorry, honey," she said. "I didn't mean to sound so angry. I tore this damn dress getting out of the car, and it made me mad. I'm taking it out on you. I'm sorry."

She changed into a housedress and returned to put her purchases away.

Bobby tad gone off someplace, and she hoped he wasn't angry with her. She thought of the way his pants had bulged out as she stood with her skirt open, panties exposed. He had become excited, seeing her. Perhaps he could come, after all, she thought. If the sight of her exposure caused his cock to swell that way, maybe he was interested in girls, playing with his cock at night.

The thought excited Janice.

She began to hum and sing as she prepared dinner. By the time it was on the table, her son had returned.

They ate in silence, but Janice watched Bobby from the corner of her eyes. He seemed agitated, keeping his eyes from her body.

Later, after dark, she watched him go to his room after his nightly shower. He was in pajamas, and he had not kissed her good night as he usually did.