She gazed hungrily at the head of her son's cock, wanting him to shove it all the way out of his pants. But Mike didn't – he allowed only the swollen head to protrude as he gazed at his mother's tits.

Lisa could not drag this out any longer. She couldn't tease her son any more. She was teasing herself more than him, anyway. With the liquid steam bubbling in her cunt, she didn't want to play this childish show-me-yours-then-I'll-show-you-mine any longer.

Her dress was already down around her waist, her beautiful tits exposed. She lifted one knee. She watched her son's eyes, and saw them start to glow as he looked between her thighs, directly at her cunt.

She drew the knee up high, then let it fall to one side. She pulled her skirt up, bunching it at her waist. Her cunt twitched as she spread her thighs wide.

Lisa's cunt was wet and pink, the lips puffy. Her clit was long, like her tits, almost half an inch in length. It was a very sensitive clitoris, always knotted, always tingling. The curls of her cunt were thick and dark around her cunt lips before disappearing into the crack of her ass.

She saw her son lick his mouth, and then she gazed at the head of his prick.

She was delighted to see her son's cock inching from his fly. It slipped out all the way, and her hand itched to take hold of it, to feel it, to stroke it, jack him off. But she didn't move yet. His cock was very hard and long, thick even. The piss hole looked big enough to stick a cigarette into. It flared open as she looked at it.

Mike's eyes were straining as he stared up his mother's long, creamy thighs, at her hot looking cunt.

"Now what?" Lisa whispered, licking her lips.

Mike didn't reply – he couldn't say a word. His cock jerked about as he looked at his mother's tantalizing pussy. She saw him take her piss-wet panties and drape them over his rigid cock. He closed his fist around his cock and began to jack off.