"When do you have to be home?" Susan asked.

"When I feel like it," Janice said, and Susan caught the note of sadness. "My father never cares when I come home."

Making up her mind suddenly, Susan said: "I think Stevie is home now."

"Let's go!" Janice said, scrambling into her tight jeans. "I think I'll like him. I know he'd like me!"

"Oh?" Susan raised an eyebrow. "Why do you think so?"

A blush crept over Janice's face. "You know."

Susan laughed, a low, throaty sound. "Yes, I think I know just what you mean. But I'm not sure my son has ever had a girlfriend before. I've never seen him with a girl, anyway."

"Could I be his girlfriend?"

"That's up to you and him, baby," Susan said as she steered the car back onto the road. "But you know, I have a hunch you won't have any problem."

Susan put her hand on Janice's thigh, close to her pussy. Janice giggled again – that naughty sound that was so becoming. Then she surprised Susan. She slipped a small, hot hand underneath her skirt and felt the creamy flesh above her nylons.

CHAPTER TWO

Susan had been divorced for over five years and had been trying to raise her son, Stevie, as best she could. They used to talk a great deal, and he had always brought his problems to her. But the past year or so he had become withdrawn, seldom talking to her. Susan did not understand this since they had been so close before. Then she discovered that her son was jacking off.

She realized that he was of the age when boys became interested in girls, but were too shy to approach them. He was deeply interested in sex – of that she had no doubt. She had found his magazines of naked girls, and instead of being upset about them, she found it was pleasurable to know Stevie was jacking off. She found herself looking at him in a sexual way, wondering about his cock and balls. Oddly enough, she felt no shame or guilt about this.