Licking her lips, she stood up. Her legs were weak, and her cunt felt very sensitive.

She walked slowly to the kitchen, where Joey was finishing his cereal. She was in her robe, and that was something else a nice girl didn't do – go to breakfast in her robe. A nice girl always dressed for meals, any meal. But Peggy wasn't a nice girl; she wasn't going to be a nice girl ever again, she had decided. She prepared coffee, and sat across from her son, sipping it. Her eyes danced and sparkled.

Joey glanced at her, but turned his eyes away quickly.

Peggy wanted to laugh at his shyness. She wanted to shout at him that she knew he had watched her, that she had known he jacked off that she had licked his jism from the wall. She wanted to jump up and rip her robe off, dance naked for him, then climb on top of her son and fuck his young cock frantically.

Instead, she sat in apparent calm, drinking her coffee, amused that he tried to keep his eyes off her. Peggy adjusted the folds of her robe, exposing the creamy swells and valley of her shapely tits, wanting to draw his eye. She had never done anything like this in her life, but then again she was doing alot of things she had never done before. She was not going to be a nice girl ever again.

She had discovered the joy of orgasm.

Joey saw the creamy exposure of his mother's tits, and writhed in the chair, his cock trying to poke from his pajamas. He peeked when he thought his mother wasn't watching, but Peggy saw him every time. When he stood up, he tried to turn from her quickly, but she caught sight of his cock straining at his pajamas. She swallowed quickly as a lewd giggle started to bubble from her. She watched her son walk from the kitchen. Then she got up and rushed to her room. She entered the bathroom and peered through the hole, watching her son shove his pajamas down. His cock rose up hard the cockhead swollen. His balls looked very tight and full. He picked up her panties from the sink, and started to drape them over his cock.