Stevie was in the yard when she pulled up next to the garage. He looked at his mother, then at the blonde girl next to her. He leaned into the car before they could get out, looking at Janice.

"Stevie, this is Janice," Susan said. "She wanted to meet you."

Janice looked at the boy shyly, a faint flush on her pretty face. "Hello, Stevie," she said softly.

"Hi," he replied, then moved aside as his mother got out of the car.

Susan watched her son closely, seeing if she could detect an interest. She was pleased when his gaze went up and down Janice's lovely body, lingering on her tight jeans. She glanced at the front of his pants, hoping to see his cock swelling. But he had turned away and walked into the house.

They followed, with Janice holding tightly to Susan's hand. Inside the house, Susan realized her son had not left them out of embarrassment or dislike for Janice, but to get the girl a frosty soft drink.

"You two get acquainted," she said. "I'm going to change my clothes."

In her bedroom, Susan undressed and put on a pair of shorts and a skimpy halter. The shorts were a pair that she seldom wore, and then only when her son was gone. They were white and hung low on her hips. At each hip, there were criss-crossed straps, exposing a good two inches of flesh. They were not designed to be worn without panties and she left her panties off. When she looked in the mirror at herself, she saw her dark cunt hair curling from the high, tight legs of the shorts. With a wicked giggle, she went back to the living room, where she found Janice and her son holding a conversation. They seemed to have taken to one another immediately.