could see high up her thighs.

Then Kenny grinned at her.

Kathy grinned back, wantonly. Once more she wrinkled her nose and pushed her tongue out at him. She giggled, the sound deliciously wicked.

"Do you do that often, Mom?" Kenny asked, and she heard the quiver in his voice.

"Do what?" she asked, sweetly innocent. "Flash," Kenny said.

"What do you know about flashing?" she teased, her eyes lowering with pretended shyness.

"That's what it's called," he said.

"Is it?" Kathy purred. "I suppose you like it, don't you?"

Kenny nodded his head, his face flushing. She knew her son wasn't embarrassed-the flush was due to his intense excitement.

"And?" she asked.

"And what, Mom?"

"Me," she mewled. "Do you like it when I flash?"

"Oh, yeah!"

Kathy trembled, feeling the lips of her cunt swell, her clit start that delicious tingling. She felt wetness seeping from her cunt, soaking into the nylon of her panties. She felt the urge to fling her legs wide apart there on the bench, give

her son a good, long look at her. But others might see, too. Kathy really didn't mind if others saw her, but she didn't know about Kenny.

"Do you ever do it, honey?" Kenny shook his head.

"But would you?"

"Maybe."

"For me?" she whispered throatily. "Would you flash it if I wanted you to?"

"Mom, do you know what you're saying?"

"Very much," she replied.

She watched her son closely, hardly breathing, hoping… desperately hoping. If her son refused, she didn't know what she would do. This was part of her plan, although it had come up quickly. If her son didn't want to do it, if he refused to cooperate with her, Kathy didn't know what she would do. She wanted to be fucked badly, very, very badly. She wanted to fuck her son, take his young, strong cock so deep into her fiery cunt, she would taste it in her mouth.