Peggy made sure her skirt remained down as she removed her panties, her body still tingling and glowing with her second orgasm of her life. She felt the impulse to stick her tongue out at the wall, knowing her son would see if she did. Instead, she turned and left the bathroom.

When Joey made sure his mother wasn't watching him, he sneaked into her room and pulled her panties from the hamper. They felt wet in his hands, and he brought them to his face. He smelled of them touching his lips to the wet crotch. A soft moan came out of his throat as his cock twitched.

What he didn't know was his mother had been watching him closely, and found herself excited to see him kiss the crotch of her panties. When Joey stuffed her panties into his pocket she turned and rushed away so he wouldn't catch her watching him.

Peggy stayed in a state of arousal the rest of the afternoon and evening, peeking at her son from lowered lashes. She looked at the front of his pants, seeing his cock and balls bulge. She had never really noticed him in that way until now.

It was shortly before bedtime when she suddenly remembered she had not put on a fresh pair of panties. She was naked under her skirt and had been ever since pissing in those panties. For a long moment her face was warm. That was unlike her, she knew. Never had Peggy gone without panties, even in her nightgown. Nice girls simply did not go naked, she had been told all her life. Nice girls wore panties all the time, even in bed. Nice girls changed their panties two or three times a day. Nice girls… nice girls… Peggy had heard that so much as she grew up, she wanted to throw up when she heard those words.

Peggy didn't want to be a nice girl.

Peggy wanted to come.

She wanted to come all the time.

Here she was, thirty-one years old, and had only experienced orgasm twice in her life.