She glanced at Rich, feeling guilty for some vague reason.

Her cunt began to throb with such wild heat, it seemed impossible that he didn't know. Roxie let the sensations flood her, unable to stop them in any event. Pressing her thighs together didn't help at all. In fact, the pressure only made it worse.

Rich looked at her and saw his mother staring at him with a wild, almost mindless expression.

Roxie sat upright in the chair, eyes wide, mouth gaping, as her cunt throbbed and burned crazily. She looked at the front of her son's pants. She curled her fingers into tight fists, her palms itching. She felt the strong impulse to jerk her skirt up above her waist and expose herself to her son.

She began to tremble, now gripping the arms of her chair.

Rich's cock looked huge inside his jeans; she could see the shape of it, the slight bulge of his balls.

Roxie swallowed nervously.

Rich gazed at her, remembering what he had seen her do earlier. His cock began to stiffen.

Roxie stared in horror, seeing her son's cock lift and harden, and still she could not take her eyes off it. It lengthened, thickened, right before her eyes. She moaned softly, her cunt pulsating.

"Rich," she whispered, eyes on his cock. As if unaware of what she was doing, Roxie stood up, still gazing at his now-thrusting cock. She took a stumbling step toward him, one hand lifting. "Ritchy…"

With a low whimper, Roxie stopped at her son's knees. She knelt, sliding her hands up his thighs. She stared at his face.

Ritchy wasn't startled. He spread his knees apart as his mother moved her hands along his thighs. Roxie was breathing deeply, her tits lifting and falling, nipples pronounced behind the thin sweater. Once more she stared at his cock as her fingers approached it. She was shaking, hands trembling. She murmured his name once more, then touched the tip of his cock with a fingertip.