"What… what are you going to…"

"Open up, Mom," he said in a husky voice. He pulled at her knee, and brought it to the couch. She was wide open to his young eyes, and felt as if this would make her come instantly. She had not even sat so blatantly displayed before her husband. She felt lewd and embarrassed and very, very aroused.

She was so weak, her son could position her any way he wanted. He drew her knee up, pressing it at the back of the couch, making sure the other foot remained on the floor. The wide expanse of her crotch was exposed, and the only thing concealing her cunt was that thin, stretched band of wet nylon.

Bobby gazed into his mother's crotch. Silky cunt hair swirled outward from the stretched crotch of her panties, black like the hair on her head. He saw the soft mound as her cunt puffed against the panties, the wetness there. He started to touch it, then drew his hand back, grasping his cock instead. He squeezed his cock very hard, making groaning sounds as he gazed between his mother's lusciously smooth thighs.

"Bobby, this is… terrible," Sharon managed to gasp, a sob coming from her throat. "You shouldn't see me… this way." He didn't reply.

He leaned back on the arm of the couch, staring into his mother's crotch, his eyes hot, jerking on his cock. Sharon was breathless when her son fumbled with his belt, and then began to slide his pants down as if he had read her mind earlier. She watched him push his pants down to his hips, and gave a soft cry as he exposed his cock and balls to her. She felt her body tremble, and she pressed her bent knee against the back of the couch, drawing the foot on the floor backward, unable to stop herself, deliberately revealing her pantied cunt to him now.