"You think I won't, Mom?" he asked. "You think I won't take my cock out here, in front of you?"

"I don't know if you will or not!" she said smiling at him, taunting him. "I just asked you to. It's up to you whether you do or not."

"You think I won't?"

Lisa knew her son was hesitant. He wasn't sure she meant it.

"Well? I'm waiting, darling."

"Aw, you're just talking, Mom," he said, then turned onto his stomach, resting his head on his crossed arms, looking at her. "You don't really want me to take it out."

A nervous laugh came from Lisa. She was disappointed. She had been so sure that he would expose his cock to her.

"Chicken," she said. "Squawk… squawk… chicken."

"You first, Mom," he said.

"Me first, what?"

"You show me something first," Mike replied. "You wanna see my cock, you gotta show something to me."

"Mmmm, like what?"

"Anything you wanna show."

Lisa was trembling with expectant desire.

She moved her eyes over his ass, seeing how tight those twin cheeks looked inside his pants. She could imagine what it felt like to him as he pressed his hard cock against the blanket.

"Maybe I'm the one who's chicken," she said. "What do you think your mother is, an exhibitionist?"

"What's that?"

"A person who goes around exposing themselves," she said.

"You want me to be one!" he reminded her.

"Who started this, anyway?"

"You did, Mom."

"Bullshit!" she said. "You're the one who wanted to know how my dress got wet."

"And you're the one who told me you pissed in your panties," he retorted.

"You're the one that wanted to see."

"You're the one that showed me," he said.

"You're the one that got a hard-on."