"Oooooh, my pussy!" she gasped, her hand on his hip suddenly jerking downward, her palm cupping her pantied cunt. "Oh, my pussy! I'm coming, too, Billy! Mother's pussy… ohhh, squirt it in my face, darling! Come in mother's face!"
As he finished, Billy's legs were very weak. He couldn't stand, and slumped to the floor, his mother's hand sliding from his balls. He looked between her knees, watching her hand rub up and down swiftly at her cunt. Her panties twisted and moved under her hand, exposing her bushy cunt, then hiding it, showing it again.
As she rubbed her spasming cunt, Misty smeared her son's come juice over her face, licking her hand and moaning softly with ecstasy.
CHAPTER THREE
Misty had put on a fresh pair of panties, a pale-blue, bikini cut. Otherwise she still had on what she wore earlier, even her sweater with the spots near her tits.
She and Billy sat outside, underneath a large umbrella, at a small drive-in, fast-food place. They were on a corner, and traffic was heavy, both pedestrian and automobile. She sat facing the sidewalk, her son at her side, sipping soft drinks, the remains of hamburgers on the table. She had her legs crossed beneath it, but anyone passing them could see her legs.
It was dusk, and the street lights were coming on.
Billy was as excited as his mother was. He kept asking when she was going to show her pussy, whispering in her ear so no one could overhear his words.
"I've already opened my legs a few times, baby," she said.
"You didn't tell me, Mom."
"Well, I did, just the same," she grinned. "You should go out to the sidewalk if you want to see me do it. How can you see sitting next to me?"