"I don't know."

"Listen," she said softly, "you wait here. I'll go take a quick shower, and when I finish, you can see Mother's cunt. You can look at my cunt all you want, touch it, feel it, play with it."

"I can?" he asked, his voice filled with eagerness.

"I want you to play with my cunt!" She smiled at him. She dipped her face, kissing his lips. "Wait for me," she said in a whispery voice. "I'll be right back."

Laura hurried through a shower, taking particular attention with her clit and ass. Remembering how her ex-husband wouldn't touch her, which he seldom did in the first place, she wanted to be squeaky clean for her son when he looked her body over. When she finished, she stretched out on her bed, naked.

"Sammy?" she called. "I'm ready, baby." Sammy stood in the doorway of her bedroom, looking at her with big eyes. Laura lay with arms at her sides, her legs closed. Sammy stared at his mother's tits, the tits he had sucked so enthusiastically the night before.

Laura's nipples were jutting up with hardness their roundness obvious. She watched his fascinated eyes move down her body, and by the time he was staring at the silky patch of her pussyhair, his cock was pushing against his jeans. Laura gazed just as avidly at his bulging cock as he did her naked body. She felt shy, but wanton.

"Oh, Mom," he breathed. "You're so beautiful!"

She smiled at him, her eyes smoldering.

Slowly, she parted her legs, spreading them outward. Sammy's eyes didn't move from her pussy. When she had her legs very wide, he stared into her cunt, seeing the soft hair alongside her slit, seeing the pinkness of her cunt, the curvy, enticing cheeks of her ass.

"Come closer and look at me," she urged breathlessly.

Sammy stumbled into the room until he was at the side of his mother's bed.