She feared that she had allowed her confidence in the young girl to go too far. After all, her sexual frustrations were hardly their concern! How much of her loneliness had she expressed? She couldn't remember! In her preoccupation, she didn't notice Natalie's hand move from the upper part of Kevin's thigh and play over the again slightly rising bulge of his trousers. He had changed from the shorts but still hadn't put on a shirt. Now Liz saw the hand move when it slid again. And she saw too that Natalie had shifted her leg slightly and Kevin's hand slid across the girl's hip. At first, Liz had thought the hand on Kevin's loins might have been a casual slip, but it remained there, and as her eyes became accustomed to staring at it out of her alcoholic haze, she could see the fingers squeezing lightly at the bulge as though to provoke him into further hardness.

Liz lit a cigarette and pulled back in her chair. She could see a repetition of the afternoon's lewdly playful performance coming on, only this time it looked like the young couple were far more serious in their intentions. If she got up now and went somewhere, it would be only too obvious why she had left, or they would think so, anyway. Mother was frustrated! So she had to stand her ground. She would simply try to keep her eyes off them.

But their young bodies were like magnets, drawing themselves closer and closer and pulling her eyes to the movement of their thighs and hands as they touched each other. Despite her resolve, Liz discovered her own nipples hardening beneath the tightly stretching nylon of her brassiere, which pressed down modestly on her full smoothly rounded tits. She shifted in her chair, hoping the warming sensation would stop, but a softly tingling quiver of lust rippled lightly through her groin, and she sensed a dampness there that made her increasingly uncomfortable. God, it had to stop! Her son and his wife were completely oblivious to anything but themselves, and she knew that in a moment they would be engaged in something far more serious than petting in front of her. "I think I'll go make a pot of coffee," she announced lightly and stood up, albeit a little tipsily. She fluffed her auburn hair that had fallen loosely across her tits. She was feeling very seductive and a trifle self-pitying. "The coffee will be ready soon."