If Jimmy was beating his meat in there, surely he would have closed the door. Still, maybe the boy was so desperate to get his rocks off that he hadn't even thought of privacy. Maybe so much blood had rushed into the building on his erection that he was light-headed and not thinking straight. She moved on hopefully and looked into his room.

To her disappointment, the room was empty.

Barbara stood in the doorway, considering. Had her son gone to take a cold shower instead of jacking off? She couldn't hear the shower running, though. She was puzzled.

But then she had a brilliant idea. She felt pretty sure that Jimmy, would have to relieve himself soon, no matter what had distracted him at the moment.

And what if she were to hide in his closet and wait for him to show up? It seemed an excellent plan. Excited anew, she crossed the bedroom and stepped into the closet.

It was the communal closet that connected Jimmy's room to his sister's, of course, and Barbara's plan to peek was about to bear fascinating fruit…

She drew the door partly closed behind her then noticed that the opposite door was standing ajar. She didn't want her daughter to happen to glance in and catch her spying on her son, so she moved through the closet, intending to pull the other door closed.

What she saw as she looked into Ginny's room caused the woman to gasp in surprise.

Her husband was standing by the dresser, his bathrobe open and his enormous prick exposed, standing like a stone pillar before his belly.

Barbara was shocked – and then she was delighted.

After all, she had gotten hot by flashing her body at their son, so how could she castigate her husband for having fantasies about their daughter?

Mike drew a pair of panties from the dresser. Barbara surmised that he intended to jerk himself off in their little girl's bikinis and saw, too, from the way his cock was glistening, that he had already shot at least one load of jism out recently.