"You like that?" she gurgled, looking up at him.

"Oh, wow!"

"I guess that means you do," she laughed. Turning him around, she patted his ass. "Next time you fuck me, those pants have to be gone, down, or whatever. They're too rough against my legs."

"When is the next time?" he asked, laughing.

"Whenever you're ready," she replied.

Bobby opened his pants and shoved them down, his back still toward her. Barbara gazed at his ass. The cheeks were tight and firm, young. When he stood, she couldn't resist cupping them for a feel. She squeezed his ass, bringing a moan from her son. Sliding a hand between his thighs, she cupped his balls. Playing with them and his ass, Barbara felt her cunt responding.

"Oh, baby!" she murmured, shoving her face forward and nuzzling into his ass. "You're so damn nice to touch."

Her hot breath fanned over Bobby's ass, and she twisted at his balls. It caused his cock to react, and it stood half in hardness. Taking her hand from between his thighs, she slipped it about his hips. Taking his half-hard cock in her fist, she jerked on it. At the same time, the tip of her tongue snaked out and began to lick at his ass cheeks. She lapped about one cheek, jacking on his cock, feeling his balls swing. Her cunt quivered and twitched, her clit swelling again. The wet heat in her cunt seemed to be guiding her, urging her.

Pursing her lips, she kissed at his ass. Sliding her lips about, she dipped to taste the flesh of his thigh, running her tongue along the crease. She lapped the flat surface up and down, close to the crack. Bobby shivered, breathing hard. He liked the feel of his mother's tongue licking about his ass, the wetness, and the heat.

"Are you gonna do anything to me, Mother?" he gasped.

"Mmmmm, everything," she whispered, pumping at his cock. "Anything and everything."