She stroked slowly downward, rubbing the lips of her cunt with a feathery touch. She felt the slit of her pussy, and she wormed her middle finger inside. A soft murmur came from her as her finger slipped deeper in. When it was inside as far as she could get it, Barbara wiggled the tip. Her cunt reacted by closing, tightening around her finger. She shoved her other hand inside her dress, clutching at her firm tit. Moaning softly, she moved her finger in and out of her cunt. Slowly, gently, she finger fucked herself, her hips moving up and down in a fucking motion.

"Ohhh, damn, damn!" Barbara whimpered, pulling her finger from her cunt and almost tearing her panties from her body.

She fondled herself steadily now, stroking her tits and her cunt. She liked playing with her body this way, taking her time, enjoying it.

Time passed without her being aware of it. Bobby came into the house, searching for his mother. He soon found her in her room. Deep with erotic thoughts, Barbara did not realize the door was open.

Bobby almost stumbled into his mother's bedroom before he realized what she was doing. He stopped in his tracks, amazed at what he saw.

Barbara's legs were toward the door. Bobby saw the long thighs, the feet on the edge of the mattress. He saw his mother's cunt in a mass of tangled hair. He saw the pink of her pussy, the glistening wetness of it. He saw the way she was caressing her tits, one hand inside her dress, moving as she fondled and squeezed than. He saw her rounded ass when she lifted it and her hand move through the mat of dark hair, spreading the lips of her cunt. He saw her long clit bulge out.

Bobby's cock became hard, straining inside his pant. His prick was stiff and throbbing. He saw his mother rub her cunt, then she traced the outline of her cunt slit, his eyes opened wide as he watched her slowly slip her middle finger deep inside her cunt, working it in and out.