Rich looked at her closely, wanting to make sure she meant what she said. Her eyes seemed on fire, and her tongue moved about her lips as she waited expectantly. Roxie knew she was giving her son control of her body, but she was helpless. She wanted him to have that control, to ask her to do wicked things, things she would not do otherwise. Whether it was because she wanted to do them, or if she needed her son to ask her to, she didn't know. What she did know was it gave her such shivery feelings that she was about to come again, spread out so lewdly for his eyes.

"Really?" he asked. "You mean all I have to do is ask you, and you'd do it, Mom? Anything?"

"Ask me," she whispered, pulling up on her tits and trying to lick her nipple.

"Ask me."

For a long moment, Ritchy gazed at her. Then he laughed. "I sure hope you mean that, Mom."

"Try me," she said, beginning to pant. She lay on the floor with her dress pushed beneath her chin, posing wonderfully naked to her son.

"Just try me, Ritchy."

He leaned over, moving his hands through the hair of her cunt, making her shiver. Her hips moved upward as the steamy feeling in her body seemed to change her whole personality. From a modest young woman, Roxie became a wanton woman at the mere touch of her son's hand. The transformation was swift, not giving her any time to mentally adjust.

She arched her hips high, knees wide apart. She moaned as her son parted the pink wetness of her cunt, staring at it. His fingers pulled at the hairy lips of her pussy, and she felt the deep pulsations increase. She watched his young face as he looked her crotch over, seeing his excitement there.

"Mom, I wanna see you piss again," he said, his voice thick.