He ignored his mother and arched his hips forward, his hand still cupping his cock and balls. "Want some, Mother?" he said boldly, then laughed.

"Donny!" Peggy gasped, but her eyes burning as she watched him squeezing his cock and balls.

Knowing she should be angry with him, she found that impossible. On the contrary, watching him so openly fondle himself excited her more than she would have suspected. There was a lurch in and around her cunt, a lurch quite similar to an impending orgasm. She felt her tits swell, and, without looking down, she knew her nipples were pressing against the faded thin fabric. She had no bra on, and her tits were molded by the tightness. Her son's gaze moved to them, and she saw him lick his lips hungrily.

Peggy stood up, her legs shaking as her son continued to look at her, his hand still on his cock. One of her thighs was revealed by a long rip in the dress, and she made no attempt to cover it. It was too late, she thought, Donny has already seen almost every thing I have.

Besides, she wore shorts a lot, so there was nothing wrong with her thigh showing. What was wrong about it was the fact that a smooth thigh was more enticing when seen through a ripped skirt than when she wore shorts.

"You're beautiful, Mother," she heard him say in a strained voice. "You're really beautiful."

She could not answer him, her gaze burning on his hand as he moved it up and down his swollen cock. Her cunt was burning like liquid fire now, and the cheeks of her ass had clenched tightly. She leaned against the kitchen counter, a position that earned her hips to arch forward and her tits to become more taut, her nipples outlined.

"Nice," her son said as his gaze moved over her straining tits. "You've very nice tits, Mother."

She made some small, strangling sounds. "I… I have some nice dreams about you." Donny was saying as his gaze moved about her body. "Some really nice dreams. You want to know what kind of dreams, Mother?"