"Where else?" she teased, taking his hand and bringing it down her stomach. She shoved his palm down one thigh, then placed it beneath her skirt, bringing it up away, her dress sliding up.

"Feel me here, honey. Feel between Mother's legs." Bobby moaned.

She placed his hand on her cunt, rubbing it up and down slowly. "Feel how hot it is?"

"Wet, too," he said, pressing his cheek upon her tit and watching his hand.

"It's always wet," she replied, pressing his hand hard and tightening her thighs around it. "Mother's cunt is always wet and hot. Feel me, Bobby! Rub my cunt… put your fingers in it if you want to."

Bobby wanted to. He pressed the tips of his fingers into her pussy, all four of them. Barbara sighed, leaning back, opening her legs wide.

"In and out," she whispered thickly. "Shove your fingers in and out of me." Bobby did, fucking his mother's cunt with all four fingers.

Barbara lifted her hips, twisting them, moaning in delight as his fingers plunged back and forth. She placed the heel of his hand upon her clit, telling him to press on it hard. His cock throbbed in her fist, and she jerked up and down fast, pressing at the base, making the cock-head bulge the way she liked to see it. Running a thumb over his piss hole, she wiped away the seeping fluids, only to jerk his cock up and down again, bringing more juices from him. Her hips twisted, bouncing up and down to meet his fingers. She held his wrist, then stuffed his hand into her cunt. She felt her pussy stretching to take it, felt the exquisite sweetness as his hand filled her hairy cunt. She had it almost to his wrist, then began to fuck his hand in and out of her pussy, grunting and moaning.

"Oooooh, feel how wet and slippery my pussy is, Bobby?" she sighed. "Feel how hot my pussy is?"

Bobby was amazed at the way her cunt stretched to take his whole hand into it.