"Not until you show me, Mom. You promised you'd show me you were wet."

Susan was shaking, but not with nervousness. The heat of her excitement was hot, consuming. She pulled her dress up, gazing at his cock. His fucker looked so beautiful standing out from his pants that way. She lifted her skirt to her waist, standing in the middle of the floor about five feet from her son.

"Aw, you're cheating, Mom," Bobby said. "You've got panties on. Mary doesn't wear panties, Mom."

Panting with hot desire now, Susan hooked her finger into the tight crotch of her panties and pulled them aside. She saw her son's eyes growing wide and sparkling with heat as he saw the thick hair of her cunt. She spread her feet widely apart on the floor and arched her hips forward.

"See," she whispered.

"I don't see anything, Mom."

"You see my cunt, don't you?"

"Yes, but I can't see if you're wet. You said you were wet, Mom."

"Feel it," Susan murmured. "Feel mother's cunt, and you'll find out how wet it is."

"Can I? Can I really feel your cunt, Mom?" She moved toward him, taking his wrist in one hand and holding her panties to one side with the other. She slipped her son's hand between her smooth thighs and pressed it into her pussy. She shoved one of his fingers past the hot, hair-lined pussy lips and into her cunt.

"Now you see how wet my pussy is?" she said, her voice coming out in a thick growl of desire. She rubbed her son's hand back and forth on her cunt, making soft whimpering sounds.

"You're really wet, Mom!" Bobby said, his voice breaking with excitement. He rubbed at her hairy cunt on his own now, and Susan released his wrist and clasped his cock, jerking her fist back and forth. "I wanna see your tits now, Mom! Lemme see your tits now!"