"Well, hell, Mom!" he exclaimed. "What do you think a guy will do if you raise your damn dress and show it that way?"

She laughed. "Do you know what we sound like – a couple of arguing kids.

You first! No, you go first!"

Mike wiggled his ass, pressing his cock harder into the ground. Lisa watched, seeing his ass cheeks bunch tightly. Her cunt boiled, the lips swollen, her clit tingling. She moved her arms behind her, locating the tab of her zipper. She pulled it down, then shrugged. The top of her dress started to fall from her tits, but she caught it, keeping it in place as she stared hotly at her son.

Then she allowed one tit to be revealed.

Mike's eyes went hot and hungry as he stared at his mother's tit. Her pale brown nipple was rigid, rubbery hard and standing out in succulent sweetness.

"Your turn," she said, her voice thick with desire.

Mike turned onto his side again and Lisa's eyes went straight to his cock.

His prick was throbbing very hard inside his pants. She began to gasp with heated pleasure as he began to fumble with the buttons of his jeans. When he had them open, he pulled the fly wide.

Lisa saw the taut flesh of his cock, and her cunt almost convulsed into orgasm.

"Is that all I get to see?" she asked in a heavy, teasing voice. "No more?"

Mike reached into his pants and adjusted his cock.

Lisa gasped.

She saw the head of her son's cock, but no more. He kept the rest of it hidden from her. But the head was swollen and she could see pre-cum was dripping from his piss hole again.

"Mmmm," she moaned, licking her lips as she stared with smoldering eyes at her son's almost exposed cock. She turned loose of her dress, and both tits were revealed to him. Lisa's tits were round and firm, the flesh creamy smooth and flawlessly shaped. Her nipples, pale brown in color, were easily half an inch long and right now they were rigid with passion.