Slowly, Angela looked at the reflection of her body in the mirror. All she had on was a transparent, ice-blue negligee that barely reached her crotch. Her body was still incredibly stacked, long-legged, with slim hips and waist and a firm, peach-shaped ass, her tits lusciously oversized for her delicate frame. Angela could make any man get a hard-on if she went without a bra.

Why had she worn this skimpy negligee tonight? The only one living in the two-bedroom apartment with her now was Tony, her teenage son. He hadn't seen her in it but what if he came into the bedroom?

Her huge tits were clearly visible through the fabric. She could see the shape and color of her large dark-pink nipples. What would Tony have thought at the sight of his mother's luscious tits? For the first time, Angela wondered if she was trying to seduce her son.

The apartment was very quiet now. It was after midnight. Tony still hadn't gotten home. He was out on a date and Angela pictured him fucking some girl. He was very handsome for his age. Did he have a nice big prick, like George had had? Did her son Tony have a nice, big cock?

Angela opened the book again and started reading, this time on page 114:

"Unhh! Fuck my asshole, lover! My asshole's so tight around your cock! Fuck your mother up the ass, darling! I want to feel your cum shooting in my butt!"

Angela shut the book quickly again. There was no denying how she felt now. Her nipples were painfully stiff, protruding through the negligee. Her cunt was a throbbing, dripping mess.

Angela backed up and took a seat on the toilet. Unceremoniously she lifted the negligee and tied the lacy hem around her waist. Groaning softly, she spread her shapely, milk-white thighs on the ivory seat. Her fingers pushed through the thick mound of her light-brown cunt hairs covering her lower belly.

Her cunt was still very tight and juicy. Angela opened the book and started to finger-fuck, speedily fucking two fingers in and out of her throbbing cunt.