"Bobby, honey… you want to look at girls – then look at me. Maybe then you'll…"

Linda couldn't say anymore. She couldn't explain to herself why she was doing this with her son. All she knew was that she was burning up. She trembled as she pulled her dress up her thighs, pausing for a moment before she lifted it to her waist.

Bobby's eyes grew big as he stared at his mother, seeing her bikini panties and the shadow of her pussy hair through the thin nylon.

Leaning back, she drew one knee onto his bed, trembling feverishly as her son stared at the stretching crotch of her panties. She felt as if she was about to come.

"You called your sister a cunt-face, Bobby. And you don't even know what that is. This is a cunt, Bobby!"

Linda ran a finger into the tight crotch of her panties and yanked it far to one side.

Bobby groaned loudly as he gazed at his mother's cunt. Her pussy was surrounded by soft, curly hair, the pink flesh looking so wet and hot. He swallowed nervously, grabbing his cock.

"Take your hands," Linda said, a little too harshly.

"But, Mom…"

"Look at it," she interjected. "You want to see a cunt? Then look at my cunt! But from now, you don't ever lift up a girl's dress at school. You don't call your sister names. Now, look at my cunt and have yourself a ball… but you're going to have to behave from now on. Am I making myself understood, Bobby?"

Showing her cunt to her son had been a spur-of-the-moment decision, and now she found herself ready to come with such force that it was almost frightening to her. She saw his cock lurching inside his pants.

"Bobby, it's okay," she said very tenderly. "I know it hurts. You can take it out. It will feel better if you do."

Bobby frantically clawed at his pants, releasing his cock. It lurched up from his open fly, and Linda gasped, staring hotly at his prick. She was surprised to see that his cock was so thick and long.