"We'd break our ass, that's why," he laughed, stroking her lower leg. "Why don't you come down here and do something, Mom?"

"Mmmmmm, that's a thought," she said. "What do you have in mind?"

"Fucking you!" he giggled.

Sandy had started to come down the ladder when Julie rounded the corner.

"Oh, shit," Sandy whispered.

Julie, with her beautiful blonde pony tails, her huge blue eyes, and sweet face, was dressed in a lovely little dress. She greeted Sandy, then said to Richard, "Wanna ride bikes?"

"Well, I was gonna help Mom," he said, looking up at his mother, trying to conceal his hard-on from Julie.

Sandy had closed her legs, looking down at Julie. She saw a sparkle in those blue eyes she had sat seen, nor noticed before. But alter what Richard had said about the girl, Sandy realized those eyes indicated afire of erotic lust.

"Go on, honey," she said. "I can manage alone."

Richard looked up with a protest on his lips, but his mother winked at him. Sandy shoved her ass back from the ladder, giving her son one final peek at her lacy panties. He grinned at her, then walked into the garage to get his bike. She remained on the ladder and watched him wheel it beside Julie, then follow her back to her house to get her bike.

She began to scrape at the old paint again, her mind going over the things Richard had said about the girl. Perhaps, she thought with a smile, he would fuck Julie today. She wanted to hear all the juicy details if he did, and she was sure they would fuck.

"Have you seen my sister?"

Sandy jumped. She had been deep in thought about her son fucking Julie, and, when Tommy came up and spoke, she damn near pissed in her panties.

"Oh!" she said. "Tommy, you frightened me."

"I'm sorry, Sandy," the boy said.

He was standing at the base of the ladder, trying hard not to look up. That one brief peek had shown him this lovely woman's thighs and panties, and now he was embarrassed.