"Dress up? Honey, this isn't dressed up," she laughed softly.

"You sure look pretty," he said, looking at her thighs, then at the way her tits pushed out. Misty stepped back, one hand on her hip, and cocked a knee. "Do you really think so?"

"Yeah," he said, his voice lowering as his eyes moved up and down her body.

She moved to a chair, sitting down, crossing her long legs. Billy's eyes followed her, and he kept staring at her thighs.

"Billy," she asked softly, "do you like looking at girls? I mean, in those really short shorts?"

Billy had no reason to deny it, or be nervous about it, not now. He nodded his head, still gazing at his mother's thighs.

"And… under their dresses?"

Again he nodded.

A tingle rippled through Misty, and her cunt seemed to start a low, slow throbbing.

"Do you look at them often?"

"As often as I can, Mom," he said, and made no effort to hide the growing hardness of his cock in his shorts.

"Do you see many? I mean many girls with their dresses up?"

"Not as many as I'd like to see." The more she heard from her son, the more interested she became. Being a voyeur herself, and now an exhibitionist, too, knowing her son enjoyed looking made it easier for her.

She uncrossed her legs, and as her son stared, she slowly spread them open. She watched his pleasure flood his young face.

Billy gazed unabashedly up between his mother's thighs, seeing the satiny insides, the stretched band of her panties, a few stray cunt hairs curling along the edges. His cock lurched up into a full hardness, pushing at his shorts, and he shivered slightly, running his tongue over his lips. His balls had a fullness in them that was almost painful, but felt good, too.

Misty remained with her legs wide, leaning back on the chair, hands folded on her flat stomach, letting her son look all he wanted. Her pussy was steaming, and she knew wetness was forming on her panties and wondered if her son could see that.