"Ooooh, look at you!" Lisa whimpered. She moved a hand between her thighs and began to stroke her cunt. She rubbed at her distended clit, thrilled that he was watching every move her fingers made. It excited her to have her son watch her fingering her cunt, while she watched him stroke his cock at the same time.

But it wasn't what she wanted.

"Now what?" she asked once more, moving her middle finger into her cunt.

"Now what, Mom?"

"Do we just play with ourselves, darling?"

"I… what do you want, Mom? I'll do anything you want to do."

"This is crazy, you know that, Mike?" she said, watching his cock drip. "We both know what we want, don't we?" He nodded his head. "We want to fuck, don't we?" Again he nodded his head. "You want to fuck me, am I right?"

"Yes, Mom," he said in a very low voice.

"And I would love to fuck you, right?"

"Oh, I sure hope so, Mom!"

Lisa licked her lips again. "If we do… if we fuck, what happens from there on? Do we just fuck this time and stop, or are we going to keep fucking each other?"

"Anything you want. Mom!" he said, rubbing her piss-wet panties on his cock.

"Don't make yourself come," she moaned, fingering her pussy a bit faster.

She stroked the inner thigh of her leg with her other hand. "Don't come yet, darling."

"I might, Mom," he said, jacking faster. "I don't know if I can keep from coming."

Lisa pulled her finger from her pussy, brought it to her face. She poised her finger toward her lips.

"You don't know me very well, baby," she said. "You only know me as your mother. I'm unusual, to say the least. I may not want to stop just fucking you once. I may want to fuck you a lot, Mike."

"Lets fuck, Mom!"

"Please, Mike," she said as he moved his hand up her thigh, stroking past her knee. "Wait until I tell you this."

"Then hurry before I come," he said.

"Turn your cock loose and listen to me."