Sliding her hot palms up and down her thighs, Roxie began to twist her ass, swaying sensuously. She was moaning softly. Her hands cupped the grinding cheeks of her ass, squeezing hard. She was acutely aware of her cunt, the expanding sensation of it in her tight panties. She felt the moisture in the crotch, on her inner thighs. Gripping one cheek of her ass, she pushed her other hand between the washing machine and her body, curling her fingers into her cunt, pressing and rubbing in slow motion.

Roxie did not hear the door open, nor see her son peeking at her.

Rich stared at his mother's ass, her skirt twisted about her waist, watching her squeeze her asscheek, knowing she was rubbing her cunt with the other hand.

A grin spread over his face as he watched.

Roxie was deep in an erotic fantasy now, and she turned, with her eyes still closed, feeling for the handle of the car door.

She opened the door, sitting in the seat. Leaning back until she was flat on the seat, she spread her knees wide, sliding a hand beneath the waistband of her panties.

Rich watched, his eyes burning in fascination, seeing his mother's panties bulge outward as she began to move her hand inside them. Soft pussy hair gleamed along the spreading edges.

He saw how puffy the lips of her cunt were, heard the hot, liquid sound as she moved her two fingers into her cunt.

Plunging her two fingers into her cunt as deep as she could, Roxie whimpered and tossed her ass upward, grinding in tight screwing motions. Her other hand was beneath her ass, clutching a tight asscheek once again. She rammed her fingers in and out, the friction bringing sobs of ecstasy from her.

"Ooohhhhh… ooooh!" she moaned, the sound carrying to her staring son. "Ahhhh … ooooooooh… mmmmm!"

As the hot feelings increased, Roxie tossed her ass up and down, swinging her hips wildly, plunging her fingers in and out of her cunt with wanton, mindless rapture.