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Sandra Miles could feel the excitement stirring between her legs as she sat on the wooden porch swing. The cause of her excitement was Frank, her son.
It was not yet noon, still cool, but hot enough to make him sweat. He was mowing the lawn, walking behind the power mower. Dressed only in faded old cut-offs, his young body glistened with sweat. His hair kept falling across his forehead, and somehow it seemed erotic when he brushed it back.
She loved watching him work, seeing those subtle, young muscles strain now and then. He was well tanned, and his chest was getting muscular. The mower was loud, but not unbearable. Besides, Sandra hardly heard it.
Beneath her summer dress, her body was naked. Her firm tits strained and molded beneath the top of her dress, the garment held up by two very thin straps. One strap had fallen down on her arm. Her legs had been crossed, but now they stretched out as she swung gently back and forth, watching Frank. She held a glass of lemonade in her hand.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.