The black bikini panties she had finger-fucked herself with were nicely juiced up with a milky film of cunt cream, perfectly suitable for her designs. She took them over to the dresser and replaced them in her underwear drawer, leaving them atop the flimsy stack, arranged so that an intruder would be certain to notice that the crotchband was sodden with girl-cum.
Then she dressed quickly, in very tight jeans and a white cotton tee-shift that seemed to have been painted over the mounds of her tits and showed her nipples in twin peaks.
She checked her appearance in the mirror and grinned, satisfied that Jimmy would become excited by looking at her.
Then she went down to breakfast.
CHAPTER TWO
On Saturday mornings, Mike and Barbara Rayburn seldom bothered to get dressed until after breakfast, which they were just finishing now. Mike, a tall, dark and handsome man was wearing an old flannel robe. And Barbara, a spectacularly voluptuous woman who looked a great deal like her daughter, but more fully curved, was wearing a nightie that was both short and semi-transparent.
Jimmy had gotten dressed before he joined them – and now the front of his tight jeans had started to swell alarmingly as he gazed across the table at his mother's big tits.
It embarrassed the dark-haired youth to get a hard-on over his own mother, but he couldn't help it. Her nightie showed a lot of deep, creamy cleavage and her tit tips were poking out against the material tantalizingly. He could see the dark rings of her areolas through the sheer garment.
Was his mom aware of his lustful interest? No, that couldn't be true. He guessed that she still thought of him as an innocent boy and didn't realize she was turning him on. Otherwise, he felt sure, she would have dressed less provocatively.
It never for a moment dawned on the naive youth that his mother might get a kinky kick out of flaunting her charms and making her son horny.