"Touch it, Mom!" he groaned. "I wanna see you touch yourself! Do it for me, Mom! You're watching me jack off… let me see you do it, too!"

"Ohhhhh, Bobby, please!" she groaned. "I can't… it's so… wicked! I'm already embarrassed!"

With his free hand, Bobby shoved, his mother's wrist down, placing her fingers on the crotch of her panties. Sharon gasped, but didn't try to move her hand. She felt the wet heat of her panties on her fingertips. When he knew she wouldn't move her hand, Bobby gripped his mother's knee, his fist flying now as he watched her hand cupping her cunt.

Sharon's eyes smoldered as she watched him jacking off, standing on his knees. His cock was almost over her crotch now, and she could smell the hot aroma of his prick and balls see him dripping from his piss hole. She couldn't prevent the movement of her fingers, and she began to rub her pantied cunt, sliding her fingers up and down the puffy pussy slit. She sobbed hotly as she began to press and rub at her cunt, exciting her son as he knelt watching her hand. She wanted to jerk the crotch of her panties to one side, ram her fingers up her pussy and fingerfuck herself frantically, but couldn't do it yet. She leaned on the arm of the couch and lifted her ass, making grinding motions as her fingers rubbed up and down her pussy. She gasped and sobbed with increasing ecstasy, her eyes fixed upon her son's prick.

"Oh, Bobby, this is… this is so wicked!" she moaned.

"Yeah, Mom!" Bobby agreed breathlessly, watching her fingers moving up and down the wet crotch of her panties. "But fun, huh?"

"Yes!" she groaned. "Oh, God, Bobby!"

Sharon arched her hips upward, twisting them as she pressed hard into her cunt. She had never felt such consuming heat, such devouring ecstasy.