Janice blatantly lifted her skirt to her waist, her cunt on display to her son. She gazed at the front of his cut-offs, and she was pleased to see his cock lifting inside them. He looked at her, grinning.

"Don't you want me anymore, Tony?" she asked in a quivering voice.

"Mom, I thought…"

"Whatever you thought, you were wrong," she said softly.

"But you seemed ashamed…"

"I thought you were ashamed of me," she countered.

"Why should I be ashamed of you, Mom?"

"Because of… what I said," she whispered nervously, still holding her skirt about her waist. "You know, when you made me… when I came."

"You mean fuck me?"

Janice nodded, struggling to keep the flush off her face.

"I'm not ashamed you said that. I liked it, Mom. It told me how good you felt, that you enjoyed it."

"You didn't think I was… like Nancy's mother – a whore?"

"A whore? You Mom? No way!"

A smile spread over her lovely face. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the stain. Her shapely tits strained out, nipples tilted with hardness. She was delighted by her son's expression, and the quick hardness of his cock in his cut-offs. She felt shameless, standing on the stairs wearing only her short skirt, but it was a delicious feeling, too. She stood a long, breathless moment, then her hands moved behind her body, pulling at the zipper of her skirt. When it was open, the skirt fluttered to her floor, and she stood in proud nakedness so beautiful that it was painful.

Tony yanked one leg of his cut-offs to one side, gripping his cock tightly as he gazed at his mother's naked beauty.

"Oh, baby, don't jack it off!" she cried out as he started to pump, "Please, don't waste it!"

Tony pulled his hand off his cock, and it lifted upright with powerful hardness, the head smooth and dripping.

"Take your shorts off," she whispered, cupping her cunt and moving her feet apart on the stairs, arching her hips forward, the slit of her cunt showing. "Take them off, baby!"