"Anything wrong, Mom?" Robert asked, not looking up from his plate.

"No, baby," she said in a soft voice. There was a slight flush on her face, a flush of embarrassment.

Later, while Robert was out, Susan showered and after drying her body, she looked at herself in the mirror. She was quite good looking. Her blonde hair was just past her shoulders, and she had clear, light-blue eyes that sparkled. Her lips were full and moist, sensual. She didn't look tote in her early thirties; many people had told her that her flesh was creamy smooth, without a blemish.

She gazed at her tits. They were nice tits, she thought. Shapely, round, firm. They were springy to the touch, and her pink nipples were quite rubbery. Her stomach was still as flat as any teenage girl. Her hips, though slim, rounded out deliciously, flowing in perfect grace to long, slender thighs and curvy legs.

Susan's eyes fixed on the triangle of blonde curls covering her cunt. She ran her hands through the hairs and parted them. The lips of her cunt were puffy. Gently she parted the moist lips of her pussy and peered for a long time at the glistening, tip of her clitoris. She thought she could see it throb, but it was only her imagination.

As she turned from the mirror to dress, she glanced over her shoulder and saw her ass. She paused to examine it. There was nothing at all wrong with her ass, she noted. It was round and firm, very shapely. The cheeks swelled out and flexed when she walked, drawing the eye.

With disgust, she left the mirror and began dressing. Since it was going to be another warm day, she found a sunsuit to wear. It was bright yellow, with two thin straps over her shoulders, the bodice low enough to reveal the creamy separation of her thrusting tits. The pant legs were wide, and for a moment she considered not wearing it. It was about five years old anyway. Then she shrugged her shoulders, deciding it didn't matter. She wasn't leaving the house.