With a bold look, she lifted the bottom of her blouse, but not high enough to show her tits.

"Want to see me?" she whispered. "Would you like to see Mother's tits, baby?"

Roger couldn't reply.

"Well?" she asked, a wicked grin spreading over her beautiful face. She toyed with the buttons of her blouse.

"Want to see Mother's tits? You have to answer me, darling."

Roger managed to nod his head.

Carol opened her blouse, wishing she had left her bra off that morning. Peeling the blouse off, she sat next to her son with her bra on, her skirt almost in her lap again. She saw her panties on the floor where her son had tossed them earlier in his eagerness. She was amused slightly that it was her son now who was shy, and not her. She reached behind her back to unhook the bra, and her tits swelled outward.

Teasingly, she cupped her tits inside her bra for a moment. Then, with a quick movement, she threw the bra to the floor next to her panties. Roger gasped as he gazed upon his mother's naked tits. They arched out in firmness, light brown nipples soaring outward, hard and tingling. Roger's cock jerked, and his pisshole flared wide. He started dripping again and his fist grasped his cock hard as he stared at his mother's tits.

"You like them?" she asked softly. She cupped her tits, lifting them higher in offering. "Do you like Mother's tities, baby? Aren't they pretty and firm and round?"

Roger gulped, squeezing his throbbing cock as hard as he could.

"Oh, don't squeeze it so hard, honey," she moaned. "Hold your cock but don't hurt it. I want to do things with it, and you mustn't hurt it. It's such a lovely cock, darling."

She circled a fingertip about her nipples.

"Want to feel them?" she asked huskily. "Go on, Roger, feel Mother's tits."