She went about her housework in a daze. Ted and Mike did not return to help. What had happened surprised her, but only because Mike had gotten a hard-on. Her own responses were no surprise. Of course Mike would get a hard-on, she told herself. She may be his mother, but she was still a woman, and he was a boy. Her body had made his cock hard, she knew. It had been the closeness of her naked thigh, his cock already sticking from his shorts. The touch of it caused his cock to turn hard, and by the time they realized her tits were naked, he already had a hard-on. When he had seen her naked tits, she had felt the powerful throb of his cock as his cock-head pushed at her crotch. Mike had, she felt – or wanted to think – almost come on her shorts.

The idea excited her. She wondered what he would have done if he had come off, spurting his hot come-juice against the crotch of her shorts. He had blushed with embarrassment, just as his brother had, when he saw her tits were exposed, but surely he had felt her hot flesh on his cock before that.

An hour later, Ted came out and mumbled a good-bye to her. She watched him leave, feeling bad about his embarrassment. It hadn't been his fault her shirt came open. But seeing her tits, his mother's tits, made him embarrassed. She wondered if Ted knew his brother had a hard-on. She watched Ted turn out of the front yard, and then put the vacuum cleaner away.

"I'm sorry about that, Mom," Mike said as he came into the kitchen where she was preparing vegetables for their evening dinner. "It was an accident."

"I know, baby," she said. "It happens sometimes. Don't worry about it."

Mike sat at the kitchen table. Donna felt his eyes on her, and she had to fight to keep her hips from trembling. She could tell he was looking at her thighs, at the shape of her ass.

Almost consciously, she shifted her weight on her feet, and the cheeks of her shapely ass bunched. She leaned over the sink, the paring knife in her hand, a carrot in the other. There was a tension in the kitchen that felt thick. She could hear her son breathing behind her, and it was heavy breathing.