Hardly thinking, Sandy placed her coffee cup on the end table and slipped to the floor, sitting next to her son. Her skirt, of course, came up high on her thighs as she scooted from the cushions. She did not shove it down. Instead, she drew her knees up, her feet flat on the floor. She looked over his shoulder at the comic book, and her hand rested on her son's thigh. She could feel Joey trembling, and she was amused to know that he realized something was going to happen but was still puzzled.

"I'm as pretty as Lori," she whispered softly, close to his ear. "Don't you think I'm as pretty as she is, honey?"

"Sure, Mother," he mumbled.

Sandy stretched one thigh out, running her hand up and down. "My legs are as smooth and slender as her's, aren't they, Joey?"

"Yeah, I guess," he gulped, afraid to look at his mother.

"You're not looking at them, darling," she said, her voice suddenly thick. "Look at my legs and see if they are as nice as Lori's."

Joey glanced quickly, then pulled his gaze away. His cock was very hard inside his pants, and he was trying to conceal this from his mother. But Sandy saw the way his prick bulged up, and her breathing increased. She pressed her shoulder against his, her breath hot on her son's neck and cheek. Although Joey had his knees drawn up, she could see the outline of his cock through his pants, his prickhead angled toward his chest. She ran a hand up and down his thigh, then around to his back. She caressed his thigh, moving her hand slowly toward his ass. Then, holding her breath as excitement began to rumble through her, she slipped her fingers through his thighs and brushed along his cock and balls.

Joey didn't move except to tremble. His face was very red now, and Sandy realized he was gasping, trying to control his breathing so she wouldn't know how excited he was. She moved the tip of one finger up and down his cock, feeling the hardness, thrilled at the way his prick throbbed against her fingertip.