"I knocked my phone off the counter and it slid under the couch," she said as she stretched an arm beneath the sofa.
Her son said nothing, slowly stepping closer as he watched her shift her hips to the right and left. Her panties were straining tight against her, and for the first time he could see the outline of her mound and the darkened fabric pressing tightly against her privates.
The silence caused Rachel to stop. From the corner of her eye, she could see her son staring at her. He showed no sign of modesty nor attempted to mask it in any way.
"That little pervert," she thought. "Is he really not even going to hide it? He's just staring at my ass and..." Her position caused her breath to catch in her throat. "... he can probably see my... my..." Rachel could suddenly feel her p***y
