She reached for her wine glass, her fingers brushing the stem as she leaned forward just enough to let the neckline of her blouse dip invitingly. In doing so, she casually unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, revealing just enough of her lace bra to catch Peter’s eye. Her son was awake. “Yes… yes, Mom. “Do you like your gift?”
He nodded quickly, his throat dry, his voice barely a whisper. I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
“Thank you!”
The woman waved in reply as she walked away. She wore no panties. She shook her head to dismiss the naughty amusement that bubbled up. She could feel his arousal beneath her cheek throb with every ‘accidental’ caress of the tip of his cock. They were all either too large or too small, had too many bells and whistles or were too simple. Susan met his gaze, her lips curving into a knowing smile, and watched as he practically ran up the stairs, his arousal obvious even through his jeans.
