Driving home in her dilapidated junker of a car, she ran her hand down between her fat, sweaty thighs and played with herself wishing that there was an answer to the nagging itch down there. Be nice to have someone to share the damn beer with. Been a spell since I had a nice, hard cock, too. Oh, well, maybe I'll go over to Franks tomorrow night and maybe ole Horace'll hit on me as usual. Then I just might let him take me home and lay me.

Pulling up in front of the house, she saw that Clem's wreck of a car was sitting in the weed-infested driveway. Gonna have to get that kid to cut them damn weeds down one of these days. Lazy little fart.

Stepping out of the car into the sweltering heat, she heard the air conditioner in the living room window whining loudly. Clem must have it going full bore, she thought. But she knew that even on high, the little thing would hardly make any difference in the oppressive heat inside the living room. And even less in the kitchen and bedrooms. Grabbing up the beer, she started to walk up to the house as a trickle of sweat ran down her off her forehead onto her nose, then off the tip of her nose down to her mountainous bosom that was straining to escape the tight confines of her uniform. Looks another panties and bra night, she complained to herself. On the really hot nights, she would wear panties and bra and Clem would wear shorts. Then when Clem's gone, it'll be a damned panties only night, if that.

Looking forward to getting out of her hot clothes, she opened the door and stumbled inside. Just as she had predicted, even though the little air conditioner was trying it's hardest, the smothering heat of the air inside the house was only a few degrees cooler than outside in the sun. Clopping across the room to the table in her plain, white shoes, she saw that her son, Clem was sitting on the couch watching television wearing nothing but his shorts.

"Howdy, Mom," he frowned at her, running his hand across his forehead and then flinging the sweat at her. "Damned hot, ain't it?"

"Shore is," she grunted, setting the beer on the table and watching his eyes dart down to the titanic swell of her bosom jutting out in front of her. "Damned hot."

That boy's been paying an awful lot of attention to me lately, she thought to herself as she quickly popped open the top three buttons of her uniform. Fanning herself with the collar of her dress with one hand, she reached down and tore open the carton of beer with her other hand.

"Wanna beer?" she asked him pulling one out for herself and popping it open.

"Damned tootin," he chortled, still feeling her up with his eyes.

"Well, put your damned eyes back in yore head, first," she snickered, jerking another can out and pitching it to him.

"Cain't help it if ya got the biggest, damned tits in town," he mumbled, reluctantly turning his attention back to the TV.

"Too damned big, if you ask me," she fumed, tipping up her beer and downing half of it in one thirsty gulp. "What time is your date?" ......(cont)