It fell with one long leg showing to her hip, the band of her panties exposed, too. Joey immediately forgot his television program, and looked at his mother openly for the first time. Peggy sat with her hands folded in her lap, peeking at him from lowered, half-shy eyes, a very faint smile on her full lips. Joey fidgeted, adjusting his pants as his cock turned hard. Peggy glanced at it, watching his prick swell, seeing the cockhead straining at his pants. Her cunt began throbbing with wetness. She end her son gazed at each other for a long, quiet moment.

Tension filled the room, and Peggy was very close to grabbing her son, fucking him frantically then and there.

She was about to reach for him when the doorbell clanged.

Jerking upright, she felt her face burn as she looked toward the door.

"Joey, I can't…"

Joey understood, and opened the door, hiding his hard-on behind it. He held it open only for a minute, then closed it.

"Just some guy selling something, Mom," he said. He leaned against the door, his hips jutting outward, his cock very hard and outlined in his pants.

Peggy stared at his cock-bulge, feeling herself shiver with need.

But the moment was broken.

She couldn't reach for her son now.

She licked her lips as she stared at his cock. Then, with a shudder, she stood up. Swinging her ass enticingly, she grasped the flap of her skirt and waved it around, her long legs showing. She paused at the entrance of the hallway, looking back over her shoulder at him, her eyes smoldering. The faint smile turned erotic, and then she moved swiftly down the tall.

By the time she entered the bathroom, she saw her son's eyes peering through the peephole. She stood and swayed her hips, swishing her skirt about, flashing her thighs, then the crotch of her lacy panties. She heard her son's breathing, and flipped the front of her skirt up to her tits, making fucking motions with her hips. She turned her ass toward him, lifting that part of her skirt. She leaned over slightly, waggling her ass, grinding erotically.