Without nylons, she slipped into a pair of high heels. Her legs were tanned enough so she could get away with this. Besides, the heels emphasized the length and slenderness of her thighs.

Joey would be home soon, and she waited for him likes virgin schoolgirl. Although she had handled his cock through the hole in the wall, fucked him deliciously, made him come in her face and stared hotly as he pissed, she felt as if this would be the first time for her and Joey. She made herself a cup of instant coffee, and drank it nervously. She kept looking at the clock, and the closer it came to time for her son to arrive, she was pacing. Then it was a few minutes past time, and Peggy was about to start climbing the walls. Her cunt was pulsating wetly, and her nipples actually ached, they were so hard. She thought about meeting her son at the door, her dress up, legs parted, with a finger jammed into her cunt. She thought about standing there with her back to him, leaning over, her skirt at her waist, offering her pantied ass to his eyes just as he came in.

She thought and thought, and became more eager as the time went by.

When Joey arrived, she was still pacing the floor, wringing her hands, wondering what was keeping him. She stood in the middle of the floor and just stared at him as he entered. Joey glanced at her, shut the door, and dropped his books on the floor. He didn't come toward her, but leaned there, looking at her. He sensed a change in his mother, and he saw the way her nipples protruded against her satin blouse. He saw the fire in her eyes and the slight part of her lips, the way the tip of her pink tongue seemed to move just behind them, touching her white teeth.

"Joey," she said, her voice whispery.