"Come here, darling," she whispered, not moving her eyes from her son's bulging cock. "Please, darling… come here for a minute."

Richard stood up, surprised and excited. His cock strained out as he moved toward his mother. When he stood at the edge of the couch, he seemed to be trying to look inside her panties. Sandy pulled her fingertip back up the crotch, then slipped her hand into the waist of her panties.

"Mom, I want to… oh, Mom!"

He dropped to his knees at her side, and Sandy wrapped her arm about him. His face rested on her stomach, and she felt his panting breaths through her thin wrapper.

"Don't say it, Richard," she whispered. "Don't say anything."

Her arm slipped dawn his back, nervously. She placed her hand on his ass, very lightly. She heard her son moan ever so softly. She knew he wanted to touch her, to feel her.

She squeezed his ass momentarily, and, removing her hand from her panties, she fumbled about until she found one of his hands. She drew it up and over, shoving it between her thighs. She curled her son's fingers into her cunt, and pressed.

A sob of delight broke from Richard, and he lifted his face to look at his mother.

Sandy smiled at him, her eyes still smoldering, a gleam flashing in them. She lifted her hips a bit, pressing her cunt into his hand. Dragging her hand off his ass, she slipped it in front of his body and grasped his hard cock, squeezing tightly. Richard groaned and his hand pressed hard into his mother's cunt.

"Take your pants off, baby," she whispered, the words husky. "Take them off, Richard."

He had to stand to drop his pants, and his cock swung free. Sandy gasped. His cock arched out, long and very hard. His prick wasn't all that thick, but the head was sweetly swollen, his piss hole flaring. Beads of clear fuck juices clung to his piss bole. His balls dangled below, and the only hair he had was at the base of his cock. Sandy had never been this excited about seeing a cock, and her body shivered with a strange heat.