However, the girl's parents were not that friendly. They presented an aloof and standoffish manner, seldom speaking to others. They didn't seem at all friendly, and Peggy was afraid that if they found out Donny was doing some exploring of their daughter's succulent pussy, there would be trouble.

Now, with her son's eyes unabashedly gazing at her upturned ass, Peggy watched his expression closely. She tried to sit up, but her arms would not push and her thigh muscles didn't want to work. Since she had been thinking of erotic exercises and her cunt had been steamy, her gaze drifted downward, seeing the growing bulge in the front of his pants.

She felt a catch in her throat as she understood it was her, her ass and thighs, that was giving him this growing, hard-on. She wondered if it was possible that Donny was interested in her, his own mother, that way. If the swelling lump in his pants was any indication, she knew he was interested, very much so.

For just an instant, she felt humiliation, but it was such a fleeting instant that she let it go. It was replaced by a sense of elation, of pleasure. She felt a pulsation between her thighs, the tingle of her cunt becoming more pronounced.

This is silly, she thought. Waving my fucking ass in the Goddamn air and letting my son look all he wants and me… staring right at his cock. Silly… but kind of nice, too.

Donny never took his gaze from his mother's ass. He could see the slight puffing of her panty crotch. Finally he shifted his eyes and was looking directly into those of his brother. He grinned wickedly, and Peggy gasped when he ran his hand down and cupped his cock and balls, giving his prick a squeeze.

"Donny!" she said sharply, finding the strength to sit on her heels. "What are you doing, young man?"