But she didn't want to leave. She was raging with unholy desire, burning with incestuous passions. Any morals that the promiscuous woman possessed had all melted away in the intense fire of her fuck-lust. To begin with, she had only intended to give the boy a visual treat by exhibiting herself, then she had decided to treat herself to a little voyeurism. But now matters were getting out of hand, literally. What was incest, anyhow?

Well, letting her son fuck her would most certainly be incest. But what about fondling, touching, oh, shit! What about sucking? Her head spun dizzily at the thought. Her conscience cried out that it was wicked, and yet it was all the more exciting because it was so naughty.

She got unsteadily to her feet and walked across the room towards Jimmy. He stared at her with a mixture of amazement and embarrassment and fascination.

"Jees, Mom" he croaked.

"Don't say anything, darling" she rasped, her voice taut and husky with emotion.

Standing before him, her legs apart, she drew her nightie up above the waist. She tilted her belly out and up, so that he could look between her thighs.

Jimmy gulped. Slumped back in the chair, his head was on a level with his mother's loins and as he gazed at her his cock towered up so high that he seemed to be aiming across the cockknob, like a gun sight.

Smiling wantonly, Virginia drew her hand up the inside of her sleek thigh and brushed her fingertips across her soaking cunt gash and swollen clit.

"It makes you hot to look at me, doesn't it, Jimmy?" she whispered. Then: "No, don't say anything, darling, just look at my cunt, Mommy understands."

She fingered her pussylips and they unfurled, rippling. Her clit seemed to be trying to shoot right out of her cunt slot and fly into his face. Cunt juice filled her gash and ran down the inside of her thighs. She frigged on her pussy and her ass and hips jerked.