Being a young, horny boy, he was delighted in what he discovered. He pushed her knees wider apart, seeing the tight crotch of her panties, the soft pussy hair curling along the edges. His cock, already hard, pushed at his pants.

Roxie sat with her knees held open by her son, spread very wide, in a very lewd position of invitation. She was blushing furiously, but he was burning up with need, too. She felt moisture seeping from her cunt, soaking into her panties.

"No…" she whispered when she felt his hands move up her legs under her dress. "Ritchy, no…"

Rich ignored her, caressing his mother's velvety thighs, feeling her flesh. Now he had the chance to do what he had longed to do for so many months-feel a girl up.

He ran his fingertips along the edges of her panties, then over the front.

Roxie gasped, moaning softly. "No… no… no."

Her breath caught when she felt him tugging at her panties, felt her ass cooperating with him by lifting off the chair, She felt her panties slide down her thighs, and her feet lifted so that her son could remove her panties.

Once again Rich spread his mother's legs, gazing at her crotch, seeing her hairy cunt. The triangle of soft hair was thick, and he smoothed it with his hands, exposing the puffy pink slit of his mother's cunt.

Roxie felt as if she had no strength to resist him. Her son pushed her knees wide, then he pulled at her hips until he had her ass hanging over the edge of the chair.

Roxie peeked from slitted eyes when she heard the snicking of his zipper. Again her breath caught when he stood, his cock thrusting from his fly in a raging hardness. She stared hungrily, no longer blushing, her passion taking control once more. She saw him close his fist about his cock and pump it a few times as he stood looking down at her cunt. She gasped when he rubbed the fiery head against her thigh.