"I don't wanna come that way," he protested.

"Oh? How do you want to come, honey?"

"You know," he said. "Mom, you know!" Misty ran her tongue over her lips slowly, suggestively, her eyes slitted with bubbling hunger.

"You know what mother would do if you did, don't you?"

"Like before?"

"Just like before."

"Ohhhh, Mom."

Misty had pulled her panties part way to one side again, exposing the soft hair at the edge of her pussy. She was running a finger up and down it, very slowly twisting her ass.

"What's the matter, baby?" she purred.

"You're gonna make me come!" he protested, and now gripped his cock through his shorts, making the head swell even more. A wet spot where his piss-hole was grew outward.

"I'd love for you to come, Billy," she purred hotly, pulling her panties all the way to the side, her bushy cunt showing. Wetness glistened on the slit and the soft hairs. The crease of her ass could be seen by him, too. "I love to show myself… to you, baby. Don't you like looking at mother this way? Seeing between my legs… my panties, my…" she breathed deeply, then finished it. "My pussy?"

"Mom, don't!"

His fist squeezed his cock as he stared at her cunt. Misty could see his prick throb from this short distance. The wet spot spread wide. Holding her panties to one side, she lifted her ass off the chair again, legs as wide as she could get them. She churned her ass, pumping up and down as though her pussy was sliding along a hard cock. Then she spread her pussy open with two fingers, her clit bulging out with vibrating hardness, the satiny flesh of her cunt exposed to her son's boiling eyes.

"Mom, I'm…"

Billy began to jerk on his cock frantically, holding it inside his shorts. After a few strokes, he grunted, and came, in his shorts.

"Ahhh, nice, baby," Misty purred. "That's very nice."