"Say that again, Mike."

"I said, Mom… show me you pissed in your panties."

"Mike, do you know what you're asking of me?"

"Sure I know!" he said, his eyes boldly staring under her skirt. "I want you to show me you pissed in your panties.

"Why?" she asked, feeling excitement building inside her, her pulses racing.

"Why do you want me to show you?"

"Come on, Mom," Mike said. "You don't think you're hiding anything from me, do you? I know what you do at night. You play with yourself… just like I do."

"Mike, this is dangerous conversation," she said.

"Why dangerous, Mom?"

"Because it could… it could lead to… you know, it could."

She nodded her head, her eyes moving along the front of his pants. He was getting a hard on. His cock was swelling up, bulging at the front of his pants. She could almost see the outline of his prick. Almost, but not quite.

"I don't mind," Mike replied, his voice thick now. "I don't mind at all… if you don't, Mom."

Lisa trembled. Desire was flooding her body, creating a steaming storm in and around her cunt. Her clitoris was pressing at the tightness of her wet panties, and her tits were tingling in a way she had not felt before.

"You really want to see my panties?" she questioned again.

"Just to see if you did piss in them, Mom."

"You think I'm lying?"

"I don't know," Mike replied, then very deliberately ran his hand over his swollen cock. "I just want to see."

Lisa shivered, watching him rub his hard-on. She sucked in a deep breath once more, then in a swift motion, she pulled her dress to her waist.

Mike's eyes went hot as he gazed at his mother. Her bikini panties were wet, soaked with piss. Strands of cunt hair stood from the tight crotch, and the puffy outline of her pussy was revealed.

"Well, do you believe me now?" she said.

"I-I guess so," Mike stammered.