Virginia curled gracefully onto the couch. Pretending to be looking at the television, she drew one leg up, her knee bent. She squirmed around, as if getting comfortable, and managed to slide the hem of her negligee higher over her lush hips, as if by accident.

Jimmy gaped at her, unable to conceal his fascination. His eyes bunged, his jaw dropped open wide and beads of sweat dotted his brow.

The way she was sitting, with one knee raised, Jimmy could look right up her nightie! He could see her bushy cunt mound and, in the shadows, glimpse a flash of pink pussy lips. The boy's head spun. So much blood had rushed into the building of his enormous hard-on that his brain was starved for oxygen.

Virginia sneaked a sideways glance at her son and smiled as she noted his reaction to her display. Still feigning an interest in the television, she wriggled around a bit. She arched her back, thrusting her stiff-tipped tits out. Jimmy's eyes shifted to her tits for a moment, then dropped back onto her creamy crotch.

Why was his mom's cunt all wet?

His prick was pounding and pumping wildly. The magazine vibrated in his lap. He placed his hand on it to stop the motion and felt his prick jump vigorously. He was afraid he was going to cream his jeans. How embarrassing that would be, with his mom in the room!

Virginia scratched lightly at the sleek flesh of her inner thigh, raising the hem of her negligee a bit higher in the process. She was really enjoying this situation, thrilled at how much she was turning Jimmy on. Her pussy rippled, as if the boy were caressing her with his gaze. More pearly cunt juice oozed from her fuck-slot.