Again Billy nodded.

"Billy," she breathed, her eyes moving off his face to his shorts. His cock was hardening, she saw. "Baby, do you really want mother to… do you want me lift it higher… my panties… my…"

Billy's head jerked up and down, his tongue moving over his lips. He could just see the creamy flesh of her thighs above her nylons, and his balls began to ache.

"In the… I… Billy, are you sure?"

He nodded, eager.

"What will happen, honey?" she asked nervously.

"Nothing, Mom," he said, his voice thick. "I just wanna see your… you know, panties."

"You wouldn't try to… I mean, you'd stay there in the chair, won't you?"

"I promise, Mom."

"Well, if you promise."

Misty slowly lifted her white skirt. The crotch of her panties showed, and Billy stared hard at them, his cock pushing up against his red jogging shorts. Misty held her skirt just below the elastic of her bikini panties, her tits swollen and her cunt throbbing.

"More?" she moaned.

He nodded.

Misty lifted her skirt to her waist, her dimpled belly button displayed above her tight, white, lacy panties. She stood staring at his cock pushing at his shorts, feeling as if she was about to come in her panties.

The head of her son's cock slipped from his shorts.

Billy had not moved, but there it was, round and smooth.

"Oh, Billy!" Misty breathed, the cheeks of her ass tightening as her cunt began to quiver wetly. "Billy! Baby!"

Billy suddenly grunted, his cock spewing thick juice high into the air, splashing back down on his thigh. His eyes half closed as he kept looking at his mother's exposure, coining hard and rapidly, coating his thigh and front of his red shorts.

His come juice spewed high, very high.

"Billy…" Misty gasped, watching.

Then, without thinking about what she was doing, Misty ran toward her son, her skirt around her waist.