With his cock sticking from his trunks, she began to stroke his prick, writhing her hips as he watched.

"Please," she murmured. "Please."

She pulled at his cock, indicating to her son where she wanted him.

Bob knelt on the lounge between his mother's thighs. Susan spread her thighs very wide, watching his cock lurch up and down. Bob knelt there for what seemed hours to her, just staring at her cunt. His hands rested on his thighs, and his eyes were glowing like embers. Her cunt was juicy, very juicy now. The curly hair spread along each puffy cunt lip, disappearing into the crack of her ass. Susan placed her hands on her naked tits, gently squeezing them, her nipples pressing between her fingers. She lifted her ass and twisted, offering her steaming cunt to her son.

Bob slid his hand along the smoothness of his mother's thigh, then poked tenderly at her clit. Susan's hips jerked upward as a small whimper came from her mouth. She almost came.

"Inside," she whispered, her voice throaty.

Bob pressed a finger into his mother's cunt. Susan mewled as she felt it. The lips of her cunt gripped his finger as his knuckles pressed them. Bob fucked his finger back and forth a few times, and Susan rotated her hips, arching her cunt to his finger.

"Inside," she whispered again.

"It is, Mom," he replied, croaking.

"Not your finger," she said, a slight blush on her lovely face. "That." She pointed to his upstanding cock. "I want that inside, baby."

"Really, Mom?" Bob asked, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice. "Really?"

Susan grinned nervously, nodding her head. She opened her legs as wide as they would go, bet feet hanging on each side of the lounge, her pint lifted up. She held her arms up to him.