"Open my blouse, then."

Bobby had to use both his hands to open his mother's blouse, and she saw the disappointment in his eyes when he found her bra. "Mary doesn't wear one of these, I bet," he said.

"You can always take it off, can't you?" she urged.

"I don't know how," he complained.

"I'll show you."

Susan turned loose of his cock and showed her son where the hooks were, then her tits bounced free, nipples rigid with inflamed passion. "Now you know how to take a girl's bra off," she said, grabbing his cock again.

Bobby needed no encouragement to fondle her rounded, spongy tits. Both his hands cupped one each as he squeezed. She watched his eyes while pumping at his cock, listening to his heavy breathing that matched her own.

"Why don't you take my skirt off, too?" she whispered. "You might as well take every thing off me, don't you think?"

She stood on shaking legs while her son searched and found all the buttons and zippers. The skirt fell to her feet, and then she trembled when his hands began to roll her panties down.

Bobby had to stoop to remove the panties from his mother's feet, and his face was level with her cunt. She looked down at his blazing eyes as he stared a few inches from her pussy. She wanted to grab the back of her son's head and pull his young face between her legs, to smear those lips of his with her bubbling cunt juices.

Bobby shoved his hand between his mother's thighs as he stooped there, thrusting a finger into her cunt and working it up and down. Susan sighed and arched her pussy forward, spreading her legs wider.

But it wasn't her son's finger she wanted inside her steamy cunt; it was his cock.

"Stand up, baby," she groaned.

As he stood, she closed her arms about him and pulled his face to her tits. "Suck them, Bobby! Ohhh, suck my tits, honey! It's been so long since I've felt a hot mouth on my tits! Suck mother's tits, darling! Suck them!"