Leaning back on one arm, Kathy lifted her right foot and placed it on the bed, leaving the other on the floor. Her legs were very wide apart, and she slowly moved her fingers to her cunt, her eyes burning on her son's pumping fist. Being watched by her son, while he jacked on his cock, sent fire racing through her body. She slipped her fingers through the mass of pussy-hair, then she began to rub two fingers along the sides of her distended clit.

"You do it, too, Mother?" Jim asked, his voice coming in gasps because his fist was jerking faster on his cock.

"Ohhh, all the time!" she moaned softly, sliding a finger downward and dipping it into her cunt, working it in and out, then back up to her inflamed clitoris. "I do it all the time, Jim!"

"Wow, that's… good, Mother!"

"Oh, it is!" she squealed tightly, lifting her crotch upward and twisting her naked hips, two fingers agitating her clit swiftly, then slowing down. "It's wonderful! It feels so good to do this."

Her eyes burned on his beautiful balls, watching them swing back and forth as he jerked his cock.

"You can come closer, darling," she said softly. "You can come in close and look at me. Come on… don't be afraid, baby. I want you in close so you can see everything, so I can see everything."

Jim came in, walking stiffly, still pulling and pushing at his cock. He stood about two feet from his mother, watching her fingers rubbing and feeling that juicy cunt.

"Can you smell me?" she asked. "Can you smell that delicious scent, Jim I love to smell it when it's so hot and wet!"

Jim could, indeed, smell the odor of his mother's hot cunt. It was subtle, clean, exciting. He watched the cunt-juices being whipped up by her fingers.

Kathy wanted to grab her son's swinging balls, hold them and squeeze them, help make him come. She hoped he would squirt that creamy come-juice onto her thighs, maybe on her cunt. She had always wanted to feel a cock gushing onto her cunt and inner thighs for a very long time.