Donna, too, noticed the swelling bulge of his pants, and a lewd smile formed on her full, moist lips. With a significant look at the bulge, she stuck her tongue out playfully at him and pressed a little harder on the accelerator.

"You kept your promise, didn't you, darling?" she asked softly. "You didn't say anything to your father?"

"Golly, no, Mom." Paul looked at her eyes. "He wouldn't let me come here if I told him."

"Good," Donna replied. "I'm afraid your father is a bit Victorian some times. He would never understand."

As she wheeled the car through the light traffic, Donna was bubbling with eagerness. Her nipples against her blouse were very sensitive, and her cunt was steaming so hotly that she felt close to orgasm already.

"Did you like what happened at the airport?" she asked softly.

"What happened?" he asked.

"My dress, silly." Donna glanced at her son. "When my dress blew up."

"That was something, Mom," he laughed. "Sure I liked it, and so did all those guys standing there."

"Was I pretty?"

"Very much. I almost got hard then."

Donna laughed in a husky tone. "I wish you had. It would have been beautiful, darling. But I see you're getting a nice hard-on now."

Paul ran his hand over the lump in his pants, spreading his knees. "Are we going to have fun like last slimmer, Mom?"

"More than ever, baby," she promised. "You're older now and we can… do it."

"Oh," he groaned and pressed his hand hard against his hard cock. "Are we, Mom? Are we really gonna do it now?"

"I promised, didn't I?"

"Go faster!" he said quickly.

Donna went a bit faster, laughing in her sultry, arousing way. She dropped her right hand from the wheel and slipped her skirt up her thighs. Paul gazed at her nyloned legs, seeing the creamy whiteness above them. His cock throbbed with hot eagerness and he pressed his hand harder.