"Come on, Mom!" he pleaded. "Why not let me see it?"

She felt his cock throbbing so hard against her crotch. She looked down at his face for a long time. She wasn't even sure she wanted to continue this, not with her son. It wasn't that she felt any guilt about it, only that she didn't want him to be repulsed by her extra-long clit. That would devastate her if her son turned away.

"Those pictures," she said softly. "Were the girls open… their legs spread?"

Tommy nodded.

"Then you've seen a pussy, haven't you?"

"Just in pictures, Mom."

"What if… what, if my pussy was, you know, different than the ones you've seen?"

"I don't know how it could be different, Mom. They all looked the same to me. Pink and soft and with hair around it."

Donna knew she couldn't refuse her son. Not after letting him lick her cunt through her panties. It wouldn't be fair to him, and his cock was so hard.

Donna ran her fingers along the shaft of his cock, then over the swollen head.

"Okay," she said, taking a deep breath. "But, Tommy… I'm not like the girls in the pictures."

She lifted off and stood up, unzipping her dress as he lay on his back watching, his cock exposed from the side of his cut-offs, young and hard and long. She dropped her dress, and Tommy gasped with the beauty of her tits. He watched them wobble slightly as she bent over and removed her panties. His eyes followed up her long, slender thighs when she stood, fixing hotly on her cunt. The lush, dark curls were a perfect triangle of beauty, tucking neatly between her thighs and out of sight.

Donna ran her fingers through her cunt hair and slowly pulled the lips of her cunt open. Her clit pushed out, and Tommy's eyes took on a fiery glow. His tongue ran over his lips, and his cock jerked.