"Errrr then, why…" he stammered. "I want to watch them do it," she said. "Holy shit!" Jeff gasped, staring at her. She held his gaze, smiling. Then her eyes dropped and she looked at his groin. The front of his denim work pants was bulging out as if he'd stuffed a hammer in his fly. She raised her eyebrows, looking both amused and interested.

"Do I turn you on, Jeff?" she whispered. Jeff hesitated. He was basically shy. But he figured that it was silly to be delicate with a woman who had just admitted that she wanted to spy on her frigging kids and who was standing there naked, to boot.

He started to reply. His lips moved but no sound came out but a hoarse croak. His vocal cords seemed to be as stiff as his prick.

"You'd like to fuck me, wouldn't you?" she purred.

Jeff felt faint. So much blood had rushed into his cock that he felt, lightheaded.

"Jeez I hope you ain't a cock-teaser Mrs. Duncan," he mumbled pitifully.

Jenny Duncan laughed.

"Oh, no," she said. "I may be lots of things and all of them naughty but I'm no cock teaser."

His prick boomed. The young carpenter had to throw his head and shoulders back to counterbalance the massive weight in his groin and in the process, he was thrusting his loins out toward the lewd redhead.

His pants stuck out like a denim tent.

"Why don't you get more comfortable, Jeff?" she asked. "There doesn't seem to be enough room in your pants for your lovely big hard-on."

That hard-on, in fact, was threatening to rip its own way through the denim or maybe just burn a hole through, like a welder's torch.

Jeff reached back for his belt and Jenny took a step back, her eyes riveted to his loins. They were green eyes, the color of jade, and now they were smoldering.

Mrs. Duncan was obviously a visual person. Take carpenter unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the waistband of his pants. He began to draw the zipper down slowly. Her eyes gleamed. The zipper rasped down and his fly opened in a wide vee, the flaps folding back.