His mother had gratefully curled into her chair to catch the six o'clock news headlines and weather forecast on the television.
To his slight disappointment, Sue had been wearing trousers.
It had been a frustration to him, but not without its enjoyments, as he called to mind what each part of her looked like naked.
The back of her neck was slender, and he had kissed her smooth skin and her neatly groomed, lightly lacquered hair.
He'd then cupped her modest breast through her tee shirt, and rubbed his growing hardness against her bum cheek.
His mother had teased Sue about the way she appeared more animated, and had even jokingly asked if she had found a new man.
Sue had laughed back in return, and said that she was simply excited about her new house.
Arousing him deliberately under her friend's nose excited Sue almost as much as it did him, and stimulated her juices.
She often wore stockings and suspenders rather than tights, though, along with skimpy and nice, designer-labelled bra and panties under her otherwise casual clothes.He would watch her part her thighs and hike up her skirt or stand up and lift her skirt to her waist to exhibit her pretty panties, to the sound of his mother filling the kettle in the kitchen.He would gaze at Aunt Sue's mound outlined through the satin as his mother spooned coffee into the mugs and lifted the milk from the fridge.They both had to work hard at appearing natural, normal, and casual when his mother was at home.It wasn't easy to avoid prolonged eye contact or two-way conversation that would leave his mother out.He much preferred the sight of her legs, the flicking movement of her skirt hem when she walked, and the way it glided up her thigh -- however modestly, if his mother was in the room -- when she crossed her leg.