Amy turned around, let him see her fabulous ass, the way the tight nylon panties gloved the chunky-tight asscheeks.

"Yes, my, my," Carl whimpered. "Fine, very fine rump, dear."

Carl's cock was thumping in his slacks. Amy looked down at the huge bulge in his crotch.

Amy bent over, placed her hands on her knees, giving her ass a suggestive lift. She wriggled her fine ass at Carl. Then she turned back around and unbuttoned the yellow sweater down the front.

"Wanna have me take my sweater off, Mr. Huston?" she cooed.

"Oh, indeed, please do."

"Should I, Mom?"

"I guess ft's all right, Amy."

Amy opened the sweater, then took ft off, stood before Carl in her black lingerie, a glittering teenaged beauty, a hot sweet honey.

The camera clicked away. "Marvelous! Marvelous!" Carl gasped. "Look," Janet murmured. "Mr. Huston is all hot and bothered, Amy. He has a big erection in his pants."

"Oooh, that's naughty, Mr. Huston. You shouldn't have a big boner on for me. I'm too young and stuff."

"Ohhh, God," Carl panted.

Amy looked striking in the slick, tight merry widow, the glittering garter straps, her hot, tight black pants that had a puffy mound at the crotch.

Her tits looked good enough to eat, like two expensive oysters on the half shell.

"I better unzip Mr. Huston's pants," Janet said.

She unzipped his fly, unbuckled his belt, took his pants and shorts down, then undressed him all the way so that Carl sat nude on the couch next to her. His prick was wild and frantic for Amy. The stalk was rigid, long, a full nine and a half inches. His balls looked like two lemons bagged in his sac.

"Mmmmm, look how hard his prick is, Mom!"

Amy gulped, forgetting she wasn't supposed to get too far into it, that she was supposed to tease and be sweet.