She never again thought about it until after her divorce, and once she allowed it to surface, the urge to piss into her panties came back, too.

Time after time she tried to repeat the incident, but found it next to impossible. She didn't know why, but she kept trying, sensing that would be the only way she could come.

When she became aware of the small hole in the wall, her anger lasted only briefly. The fact that her son had made it there with the hopes of seeing her naked made her feel good. It almost made her feel good enough to come. At first she wouldn't even lift her skirt and tried to keep her arms over her shapely tits when bathing, always conscious of the hole, of her son peeking in at her. By slow stages, she had come to the point where she was now sitting on the toilet with her legs wide, the crotch of her panties showing, allowing her son to see.

She wondered if his cock was hard, how big it was, if he played with his cock while peeking at her. The idea that her son jerked off watching her was exciting. She had seen her husband, in frustration at her lack of her cooperation, jack off, and she found it fun to watch. But she couldn't bring herself to let her husband know that.

Gazing down her body, Peggy saw the teasing bulge of her cunt inside her panties. The thick mat of pussy hair made that bulge. She could see the slit of her cunt outlined by the tight panties and hoped her son could see it too. Just in case, she shifted her hips a bit, turnig more toward the hole in the wall. Her cunt was juicy, very juicy now, hot and throbbing with a very pleasant sensation. Moving her palms up and down her thighs, she wondered how she could sit here doing this with her son watching through the hole, and not be bold enough to do it openly before him. Why could she fondle herself this way, knowing Joey was watching, yet feel so shy and embarrassed? It didn't make sense to her, but it felt good.