Surely Fawn would not tease a boy that way unless she was willing to fuck them. Fawn didn't look like a prick-teaser at all. Joan wondered if her son would be eager to fuck the girl, or if it would embarrass him. From the expression on his good-looking face, Joan didn't think it would. She grinned to herself, thinking Ted would be like a raging bull if he could get his hands on Fawn's lovely tits. His cock seemed ready to burst the seams of his trunks and Joan gazed at the outline of her son's prick. But she was too far away to really see it.

Why do I want to see his cock? she asked herself, unable to make her eyes move from it.

A hand movement from Fawn brought Joan's eyes to the pretty girl. Fawn was looking at Ted, too, her eyes steamy even from this distance. Joan watched Fawn drawn a pattern along her flat stomach, just above the top of her bikini bottom, then down along the crotch and briefly caress the inside of one thigh.

Joan found she was being turned on as much as her son by this wanton display of open sensuality. She could not resist touching one of her own titties, molding her palm around it and squeezing gently. The pressure on her tit sent waves of steamy desire down her body, causing her cunt to twitch. The crotch of her panties were wet, almost soaked, with the seeping fluids of her excited cunt.

Joan's eyes began to blaze with passion, watching Fawn now more than her son. Fawn was tracing her finger about the crotch of her bikini, openly stroking her pussy as Ted gawked with desire. Fawn pulled her finger along the bulge of her cunt, right where the slit would be, and Joan heard her son grunt. Ted was almost sitting up, braced on one elbow. His tongue was hanging out of his mouth as he drooled over the lovely girl fondling herself.

Fawn slowly shoved her fingers under the top of her bikini bottom and Joan watched. It was obvious to her that Fawn was playing with the hair of her cunt.