Peggy wanted to stroke her son, caress his young body with her hands, to fondle him openly, feel of his sweet, young balls and tight ass.

She wanted to be lewd with him, erotic, without the damned wall between them. She wanted him to see her, without peeking through a hole. She didn't want to be careful how she sat in his presence, how she was dressed.

She didn't have to ask Joey what he felt; it was in his eyes. He tried to peek at her all the time, now. She would catch him looking at her when he felt she wouldn't notice. She had seen the eager gleam in his eyes so often, that hungry, anxious expression on his young face. It had been so long since she had slept next to a warm body, and she missed having someone in bed with her all night.

Peggy bathed carefully, then she dried herself and, standing at the sink in her bathroom, applied perfume to her ears, between her tits, the backs of her knees, then with an impish giggle, along her inner thighs. She brushed her hair until it sparkled with highlights. Although her lips didn't need it, she applied, a very faint coat of lip stick. Pleased with her appearance, she glanced at her reflection, seeing her firm tits with those brown nipples ever so stiff.

A pair of lacy, very skimpy, panties was pulled onto her hips. She adjusted the crotch to allow thick cunt hair to stick from the tight band. Behind, most of her ass cheeks were revealed. She pulled on a thin satin blouse, because it clung to her tits, making her nipples practically beg for attention. She then chose a straight skirt, a skirt that hugged and out lined the teasing shape of her swelling ass, falling just to the top of her knees. It wasn't the dress of a woman planning a seduction, but the dress of a woman feeling sensual with exciting possibilities. Men looked at her when dressed this way, and Joey would be no different, she knew.