"Oh, we're certainly related," she said.

Her voice was very low and husky, almost as if she were disguising the normal timbre and she gazed at Tommy in a sort of questioning way.

But Tommy was not suspicious at all.

"Yeah I can see a family resemblance," he agreed. "You look kind of like my mom."

Tommy was wondering if the unexpected presence of their cousin would prevent him from fooling round with Belinda. But Wanda was so sexy that the horny young man didn't really mind the intrusion.

Seeing that her son had not penetrated her disguise, Jenny, in her role as Wanda the vagabond, smiled. She did a swirling dance step, as if to verify her gypsy heritage. She clicked her red-nailed fingers above her head, spinning around. Her fat tits swung heavily in her low cunt peasant blouse and her loose skirt twirled high up her lush thighs. It was an erotic sight, intriguing the lad.

"I'm the black sheep of the family," she volunteered. "They don't talk about me because I'm a very naughty sort of lady," she added, swirling again. Her loose cotton skirt spun around her voluptuous hips.

Holy shit, Tommy thought.

Was that a flash of cunt-hair I saw? Ain't she wearing any panties?

A part of his mind registered the fact that if it really was pubic hair, it wasn't nearly as dark as her raven mane. It had seemed almost reddish blonde, in fact. But what did Tommy know about gypsy coloration?

He began to get a hard-on.

Embarrassed by the prominent bulge in his pants, he sat down to conceal it. Jenny or Wanda, as it were swirled around sensually again. She had not failed to notice the effect her performance was having on Tommy. It pleased her greatly to see his groin engorge.