She trembled, wanting to cry, yet the tears would not come.

"Mom, I know what you want. I don't know much about those things myself, but I think I know exactly what you want, or at least what you need."

"Oh, God, I do!" Roxie sobbed. "I do, Ritchy!"

"Mom, lift your dress."

"I will not!" she gasped. "What do you think… I'm your mother, Ritchy!"

"Lift your dress, Mom," he insisted.

Roxie trembled, hands falling slowly from her blushing face.

She turned her head to one side and began to inch her dress up.

She felt his eyes, very hot, following the hem as she drew the dress above her knees, then to mid-thigh. She was shaking so badly that her knuckles were white as she gripped the dress, her legs turning weak. She held her dress near her hips.

"Higher, Mom. Lift it higher… to your waist."

With a little sob, Roxie lifted her dress around her waist.

She closed her eyes with embarrassment as her son gazed at her.

The panties were tight, her cunt puffing them outward. The shadow of her thick pussy hair was framed inside the thin nylon. Her legs were lovely, very smooth and unblemished. She heard him open his pants and a flash of heat ran through her. She knew he was taking his cock out as he looked at her. She felt so exposed, so wanton, standing before her son with her dress up.

"Push your panties down. Show me your cunt, Mom."

"Ritchy, please, don't…"

"Come on, Mom. You know you wanna show me your cunt."

A shudder swept through her. Holding her skirt with her elbows, she reached for the waistband of her panties. She began to tremble.

"Ritchy, I don't want to take them off," she sobbed softly.

"Honey… please. Don't ask me to…"

Her eyes caught sight of his cock standing out of his open fly. It was thick and long, with a swollen head that was dripping pre-come.