"You wish," she replied and slapped his shoulder.
"Ow, ow," he complained in mock pain. "You're wounding a Marine and I'm government property. You'd better watch yourself."
"I don't have to," she replied settling down in the lounge chair next to him with her book and suntan lotion. "You're doing a good job of that."
"Oh, my God, Peggy!" she admonished herself. "Why did you say that?"
Walt was silent in the realization that she had caught him peeping at her. He had hoped he was being cool about it but apparently she knew what he was doing.
"What did she mean by that?" he wondered but he didn't know how to find out.
Watching as she kicked off her sandals and rubbed the lotion into her exposed skin, he hoped against hope that she would ask him to spread it onto her back. He was disappointed when, after satisfying herself that she was well covered, she sat back and started to read her book.
He surreptitiously looked at her every chance he got. He willed himself not to get hard but he was not successful and his erection started firming under the leg of his shorts and he couldn't stop it. Closing his eyes, he pretended to fall asleep so he could peek at her without arousing her suspicion.
Peggy glanced over from the book she was reading and watched the steady rise and fall of his chest. After studying him for a minute, she was convinced he was asleep. Putting down her book, she rolled the legs of her shorts up as high as she could get them. Then she unsnapped the waistband of her shorts and lowered the zipper so she could push them down until the elastic of her bikini panties showed. Now she was satisfied that she had a little more skin exposed to the sun.
She retied the halter-top's tie behind her neck to loosen it enough to where she could push it down and let her breasts get some rays. She kept glancing over at her son to make sure he was still asleep and she was careful not to push it too far to where her nipples would be exposed.
"That's all I need are sunburned nipples," she giggled quietly. "Martin would never be able to understand that. On second thought, Martin hasn't looked at my breasts in so long he wouldn't know what color they are anyway."
Settling back into her lounge chair, she found her page and continued to read her novel.
Walt had been sneaking peeks at her through his nearly closed eyelids. Even though his heart was pounding, he struggled to keep his breathing normal so she would not suspect that he was awake. He watched her roll up the legs of her shorts and then, to his delight, she opened and lowered the waistband so he could see her panties. He thought he even got a glimpse of her pubic hair when she straightened out the waistband.
He desperately wanted to stroke his erection that, by this time, was hurting from being forced down along his leg. Finally, he raised his knee and rested his foot on the pad of his lounge chair in an attempt to hide his arousal.
When he moved his leg, Peggy flinched and, thinking he was awake, she immediately pulled her top back up to cover her breasts. After studying him for a few minutes, she decided that he was still asleep so she lowered it again. This time the edge of her areola was showing and Walt focused on the sight through his eyelashes.
He watched as the hot sun made her drowsy and eventually her eyes fluttered closed and her hands holding her book relaxed and dropped to her side. When he was sure she was asleep, he half-turned towards her so he could study her at close range. He wanted to reach out and slip his hand under her top to hold her breast but he had to be satisfied with watching the fabric rise and fall with her breathing.
The waistband of her panties caught his attention and by raising his head a little, he could see a fine line of blond hair running from under her panties and up to her belly button. He tried to read the designer's name on the waistband of her cotton panties but he couldn't quite make it out.
Always coming back to her eyes to make sure she was still asleep, he squeezed his cock through his shorts while imagining he was kissing her body from her belly to her neck. It took only a few strokes of his hand to bring himself to the point of ejaculation and as the sensations peaked, he let out a little sound that Peggy heard through her dozing and she opened her eyes to see what it was.
Walt did not notice her open eyes since he was now concentrating on her belly and the faint line of hair. In his imagination, he could follow it down under her panties until it widened and became her pubic fur.
She watched as he masturbated and she knew she was the cause of his arousal. At first, it frightened her but the fright immediately turned to pleasure and a feeling of power. She was still capable of arousing a young man to the point where he was reaching a climax without talking to her or touching her.
That thought set her body reacting and she felt her nipples engorge and a tingle in her pussy. The tingle grew to become a throb and she could feel the blood rushing to her labia and push them against the crotch of her panties as they flared from the internal pressure. She could not help but squeeze her thighs together in an attempt to enhance the feeling and her little motion caught Walt's eye.
She realized that her movement had attracted his attention and she quickly closed her eyes so he would not catch her watching him. Walt suspected she was awake but he was too far gone to do anything to stop himself unless she did or said something. As he reached the point of no return, he watched her belly flutter as her muscles contracted with her own arousal.
Peggy took a chance and peeked over at him to find him looking down at her body while he rhythmically squeezed himself. She felt her own lust mount and the muscles in her groin moved in synch with his squeezes. Another sound came out of his throat and he quietly groaned. She watched his cock spasm and his ejaculate shoot out from under the leg of his shorts to land on his thigh.
She had to fight with herself not to reach down and slide her hand under her panties as first one, than another and finally a third visible spurt of his cum wet the skin of his leg. They both lay quietly with neither one willing to let the other know that they had been witness to each other's lust.
Still not sure if Peggy was awake or not, he carefully levered himself up from the lounge and balancing on one leg, he retrieved his crutches and walked back into the house. Peggy waited as long as she could before she feigned waking up and straightening out her clothes she too went into the house and to her room.
Sitting on the commode in his bathroom to clean himself from his little adventure, Walt started to get another erection as he replayed the past hour in his head. He could not be sure that she had known what was going on but he did not know how to prove it one way or the other. He was afraid of scaring her off again so he decided to wait and see how things would progress.
Balancing his body by leaning against the vanity top, he stroked himself while visualizing the faint line of hair stretching down and into her panties.
"Mother, I'm going to make love to you," he promised looking into the mirror. "I'm going to make you mine."
Peggy took a shower to wash the lotion off of her body and, after putting on clean clothes she went about making dinner for her son and Martin. She and Walt carried on a normal interaction but they avoided looking directly at each other for the rest of the evening. There was very little conversation and she did not offer to kiss him goodnight before she went to bed.
