Billy slumped, sucking in air, but still staring between his mother's thighs.

"Now look at me, Mom. I've made a mess in my shorts."

"You couldn't help it, baby," she whispered. "Mother was only doing what you wanted to see a pretty girl do."

Billy, now that the edge of his passion was over, grinned at her.

Misty grinned back, adjusted her panties and sat up with her legs together. Then she stuck her tongue out, waggling it suggestively at him.

"Well, aren't you going to give me what I want, now?" she asked.

"I don't know what you want, Mom."

"Like before, baby," she reminded him. "I did what you wanted to see me do, and now you've got to let me lave what I want. Take your shorts off."

"Here? You mean with you here, Mom?"

"Why not? I saw it earlier, didn't I?" Billy showed a slight bashfulness as he removed his shorts, handing them to his mother when she reached outward. He stood up, his cock dangling, wet with his come juice. Misty gazed at him with steady eyes. He looked so delicious, standing there wearing only his T-shirt. She saw fuzz around the base of her son's cock, his preciously young balls dangling. As she looked at him, she turned his shorts inside out, and ran her tongue through the come juice on them. Billy watched, excited.

"Do you like that, Mom?" he asked. "I mean, the taste of come juice?"

"Mmmmm, I love it!" she answered honestly. She swirled her tongue through the wetness, then sucked at his shorts. "I've loved the taste since I was a little girl. I used to love it very much with your father. I don't know how to explain it, but the hot juice from a guy's balls really turns me on, darling."

"Showing yourself does, too," he giggled.

"Yes, it does," she said.

Finished with his shorts, she dropped them on the floor. Her hand lifted for him, and Billy came toward her. Sitting upright on the chair, Misty cupped her son's balls, feeling them tenderly.