Pulling the drain, letting the bath water run out, she turned and wrapped a towel about her damp head and pulled on a thin, cotton dress that she liked to wear at home.

Tommy sat on the couch with the television flickering, still in his cut-offs and T-shirt. Rubbing her hair with the towel, Donna moved to the huge window. She stood with her feet slightly apart, the sun coming through the window and making her old dress look almost transparent.

Behind her, Tommy was looking unashamedly at his mother's body that was outlined in the thin dress. It wasn't as if he had not seen her body before; he had seen most of her modeling pictures in the catalogues, even those where she wore skimpy panties and bras.

She turned around, still in front of the window, wrapping the towel about her head. "Did you like those people, Tommy?"

"They're nice."

Donna then realized he could see through her thin dress. For a moment she was irritated, but then… Tommy had a hard-on! It was bulging inside his cut-offs, almost poking from the frayed edges. Her eyes fixed upon it, and she stood, trembling slightly, her long clit suddenly becoming very hard and her cunt instantly wet.

Tommy could still see through his mother's dress. He looked without shame, his cock visibly throbbing inside his shorts.

Donna's cunt vibrated as she imagined him leaning over her bike, his tongue lapping at the wetness of her cunt.

"Tommy…" she whispered, her hands moving up and down her hips and legs, her dress sliding up past her knees, then down again.

Tommy grinned at her. "Mom, you wanna sit in my face."

"Tommy!" she gasped.

"Maybe you want me to smell your panties."

"Tommy, what in the world…"

"We heard you and Keith Mom." Tommy giggled naughtily. "And you know what Judy told me?"

"I don't think I want to hear this," Donna said, her hips swaying gently.