As Pat put the blouse away and pushed the drawer closed, Bob saw her tits quiver with the movement of pushing the drawer shut. They shook heavily, then came to relative stillness again. Bob fumbled in his robe for his prick. It felt terrifically hot to his sweaty hand. He squeezed his dong as he saw his mother pull down the zipper at the side of her pants.

Pat tugged the tight-fitting pants down and gave her son a good view of her long, shapely legs. Under the pants she wore a tiny pair of bikini undies. She turned toward Bob behind the keyhole and held the pants up. As she lifted her anus, Bob saw her tits rise and become rounder. His eyes followed the curves of her body down from the tits, over her thin waist and on to the flare of her wide hips. He could see the dark triangle of hair trough the thin material of her panties.

Pat held up the pants long enough to fold them, then walked to the closet to hang them up. She went out of Bob's view and he was afraid that the show might be over, but then he realized that the nightgown was still lying on the bed within his sight, and he knew he would see more. In another few seconds Pat reappeared. She was walking away from the door, with her son crouching on the other side of it. Bob saw her ass veiled behind the nylon of the undies.

Her ass was wide and the cheeks looked soft and heavy. As she walked, he could see those luscious cheeks quivering with her every step. He pulled the skin of his cock up over the hot head and felt a strong surge of excitement rink through him.

With her back still toward him, Pat lowered her undies. As her bare ass came into view Bob slid the skin of his prick back down to the base of the thick shaft. Pat turned toward him and Bob drank in the sight of her cunt. The inverted pyramid, covered with a carpet of curls, seemed to draw him through the keyhole. He had never felt such an attraction to anything in his life.