"These feel so nice in my hand, so soft and hot." She gave his young balls a gentle squeeze, looking up at him. "Is it okay if mother feels your balls, baby?"

"Yeah," Billy grunted, trembling as his mother manipulated his balls gently.

"Billy, did you really like what I did today? I mean at the drive-in, and then after we got home? I have to know that."

"It kind of shook meat first, Mom," he said.

"I mean, I turn around and see you with your legs open, in those nylons, and your panties, I almost dropped the Cokes."

She giggled softly, twisting his balls. "I know you did. But it was fun, wasn't it?"

He nodded, his cock starting to lift with hardness again.

"Would you like me to do that more often?"

"You mean outside?"

"Yes, outside."

"What if someone else saw you, too?"

"I'd probably come… the way you did," she giggled. "Ooooh, that would be very nice if I did!"

Billy trembled, partly because his mother was feeling his balls, her other hand on his hip, and partly because he could see, in his mind, his mother showing her panties outside the house, and coming.

"Can I watch you do it, Mom?" he asked, his voice shaking with excitement. "Can I watch you do that?"

Misty squeezed his balls just hard enough to make him moan in pleasure. "I'd like it if you did, Billy."

His cock was up hard, straight out. Misty kept fondling her son's balls, gazing at the smoothly swollen head of his cock, his piss-hole seeping a clear liquid that dropped onto her lower arm.

"You'd sure give guys a hard-on, Mom," he groaned.

"I'd love that," she murmured softly, twisting his balls and watching his cock jerk up and down. "Making all those cocks hard… ooooh, very nice! Sticking out in pants, coming off in their pants… looking up my dress, seeing my pussy…"