"What if I ask you?" she whispered very softly. "What if I asked you to do it, too?"

"Really, Mom?"

With her finger in her mouth, she slipped her skirt down on her thighs, nodding her head. Randy forgot about concealing his hard-on. He stared hard when his mother parted her knees now. The crotch of her flimsy panties was stretched, with dark hair sticking from the edges. Joanie pulled her finger from her mouth and began to circle one straining nipple through her blouse, her eyes smoldering with steam. She saw her son's cock along his left thigh, outlined by the tightness of his jeans. The view made her breath catch.

Randy watched her, mesmerized, his cock throbbing inside his pants. When he saw his mother drag a finger along the stretched crotch of her panties, he groaned.

"What's the matter, honey?" Joanie whispered.

"Mom, don't do that!" he gulped.

"Why? It's fun."

"I think I might…"

"Come?" she supplied when he paused. "Seeing me do this might make YOU come in your pants?"

Randy nodded, his eyes fixed on her finger as it moved up and down the puffy slit of his mother's cunt.

"You don't have to do that, baby," she murmured, pressing the tip of her finger inward and shoving her panties into her pussy. "I can think of a better place for you to come."

Randy couldn't believe it.

Joanie hooked her finger into the crotch of her panties, pulling it to the side and showing her pink, wet, hairy cunt to her son. Her eyes were hot and moist as she watched him. Her knees were still spread wide and using her other hand, she stroked the tip of her forefinger about her puffy cunt lips, teasing him.

"Don't, Mom!" he groaned.