Bob stood at her side.

Susan continued to stare at her son's outlined cock.

She lifted her eyes to his face, licking her lips in a nervous gesture, her body trembling. Her tits rose and fell as she breathed. Bob didn't make a mow, but just stood there, looking down at her legs, his hips arched forward suggestively.

"Ohhh, baby," Susan murmured, sliding her hand between her son's knees.

She squeezed his knee, then moved her hand up his thigh. When she almost touched the leg of his trunks, she paused. She was sure she could feel the heat of his young balls.

Bob leaned down, and Susan made no protest as he opened her wraparound. The sun burned down upon Susan's body. Her son gazed, seeing her upstanding tits and rigid nipples, the flatness of her stomach, the thick hair of her cunt. Susan dug her fingers into his thigh, barely breathing as he looked at her.

Susan uncrossed her ankles and slowly opened her legs.

Bob gasped as he gazed between them, seeing the pink lips of his mother's cunt, seeing them glistening wetly. The tip of her clit showed from the cunt slit, throbbing in a visible way.

"Like me?" Susan whispered huskily.

Bob nodded, swallowing hard.

Susan slipped her hand into the leg of her son's shorts, tracing her fingertips along the shaft of his cock. Then she wrapped her hand about his prick, squeezing. Shoving his trunks to one side, Susan exposed her son's cock and balls. She gazed hard at them, seeing the thickness, the swollen head, the pin hole seeping that clear fuck fluid. She looked at his balls, and realized Bob wasn't old enough to have very much hair on them.