"I might as well take them off," Lisa said. She shoved her fingers into the elastic waist band. As she rolled her wet panties down, her skirt fell to conceal her cunt from his hot eyes. Holding up the panties, she suddenly giggled, then tossed them at her son. They landed in his face and she felt a throbbing in her naked cunt as her son, instead of tossing them away, rubbed them against his face.

"Why, you shit," she said, delighted at what he had done. "You like that.

Huh?"

Mike balled her wet panties up and rubbed them about his crotch, gazing at his mother. "Why shouldn't I, Mom? You and I are alike. I'm sure of that."

"We are, are we?" Lisa said, sitting down, but making sure her skirt was over her knees. "What makes you think so, Mike?"

"I don't think so at all – I know it."

She could feel his eyes burning through the top of her dress, as if he could see her tits. His eyes told her he was right – they were the same, had the same mind, the same erotic thoughts.

He had admitted hearing her at night, playing with her cunt, her body. He admitted to her about jacking off, honestly and openly. His obvious hard-on was evidence enough that he was excited. But at his age any girl would excite him. He was growing and the sex juices were boiling in his balls.

Mike would probably fuck anything available, herself included.

But would he hate her, find her disgusting, hateful and perverted?

She had to take that chance. Her cunt was about to melt between her thighs.

She writhed her ass on the blanket near her son.

Again she took a deep breath, her tits thrusting out firm and high.

"Okay," she said in a thick voice, "If we're alike. If we think alike… take your cock out. I dare you to take your hard prick out right now… in front of me."

Chapter 2

For a long, tense moment, mother and son stared at each other. Then Mike turned loose of her piss-wet panties and placed them on the grass off the blanket. He ran his hand over the front of his bulging cock again.