She lowered her ass and opened her legs when he was finished. Richard, exhausted, rested against her naked tits. Sandy stroked his body, her hands feeling the shape of his young ass and backs of his thighs. She let her thighs spread wide, her cunt becoming a cradle for him while he rested.
CHAPTER TWO
Richard pulled his cock from his mother's cunt slowly, sitting back at the end of the couch.
He stared at his mother's hairy cunt, his expression indicating surprise and happiness. The pink pussy lips seemed to twitch, and the tip of her clit looked as if it were throbbing.
Sandy lifted her head to the arm of the couch, looking down her body at her son, a smile spread over her face. His cock glistened in wetness, and his balls didn't look so full now. A delicious glow seemed to warm her body, and she giggled, hugging herself.
Richard smiled shyly at her.
The surprising thing to Sandy was that neither of them seemed embarrassed or ashamed of what they had done.
After all the peeking the past two months, it was bound to end up this way, she thought, and she wasn't the least bit sorry. Neither was her son, according to his expression. She hugged herself again, giggled softly, and opened and closed her thighs slowly, totally unashamed.
"Was it good, honey?" she asked.
"Sure beats jacking off, Mom," he replied, grinning from ear to ear, watching her cunt as she opened and closed her legs.
"I know." She giggled again, bringing her feet to the couch, knees bent, still opening and closing them. "Do you like looking at me this way?"
Richard nodded his head enthusiastically.
"You know, don't you, darling," she said slowly and carefully, "that this is supposed to be wrong?"