Sammy didn't say anything, but she felt his hand shaking on her stomach.

Laura moved one hand to her son's knee, and slipped it slowly up his thigh. At the same time, she pulled his hand up her stomach, stopping as his fingers barely touched the curve of her tit. She heard her son make a gasping sound. She knew he would not touch her tits by himself. She knew her son would draw his hand away if she didn't hold it there. He wanted to, she knew, but the would have to let him know she wanted it as much as he did.

"Sammy," she said in a low, throaty voice, "want to be… you know, nasty, with me?"

"Oh, Mom!" he moaned.

"Please, let's be nasty with each other, darling," she mewled.

She slipped her palm higher on his thigh, and at the same time drew his other hand upward until she had it resting on her firm tit. She closed his fingers about her tit, pawing to see what his reaction would be.

Sammy's reaction was to squeeze his mother's tit.

"Ooooh, baby," she moaned softly. "That feels so good!"

Her hand moved up his thigh, and her fingers touched the hardness of his young cock inside his pajamas. She moved her fingers along the throbbing shaft, toward the swollen head, very slowly. At the same time, she pressed his hand hard onto her tit, feeling her nipple strain into his palm through her gown and the thin sheet.

Laura fought off the urge to shove her hand into his pajama fly and grip his cock. She dragged the tips of her fingers along the cock-shaft, feeling the hardness of it, the eager, way it throbbed.

She pulled his hand to her other tit, holding his wrist and moving his palm from one tit to the other. Her nipples bulged in rubbery tightness, and her cunt was dripping like a leaking faucet. She squeezed her thighs together, moaning softly as the pressure on her cunt sent a wild, fiery ripple of desire up her body.