"But you were gonna," Tommy said.

"Oh, God – please!"

"Raise her fucking dress, Tommy," Freddie said.

Tommy grabbed the hem of his mother's dress, lifting it.

Susan began to sob softly as he pulled it up, exposing her long, slim, creamy thighs. Her body shook as tears streamed from her eyes. She felt the hot flush of shame come over her cheeks, and she turned her head to one side, as if trying to hide her shame.

They gazed at her thighs, seeing them stretched wide. Tommy lifted his mother's dress higher, and his eyes went wide as her panties were expsed.

Susan wished she had worn another pair, not the tiny, flimsy bikini one that hugged her ass so tightly. The shadow of her cunt hair, formed in a lovely triangle, could be seen through the thin panties. The crotch was pulled tight, and hair curled from the edges of it.

"Look at her cunt!" Freddie gasped. "She's sure got the fucking hair on it."

Tommy was more excited now. "Let's take her dress off. I wanna see everything."

"Yeah, let's do that!"

"Oh, please don't," Susan sobbed. "You've seen enough! Don't take my dress off."

"How are we gonna do it? We've got to untie her," Tommy said.

"No, use the knife and just cut it off," Freddie urged.

Tommy got the knife and opened the top of his mother's dress, slicing downward.

Susan cringed from the knife, hearing her dress being torn all the way down the front. It hung open, her bra showing, almost overflowing with her creamy tits. She felt naked before their eyes. Shame came hotter than ever to her face.

Tommy pulled the ruined dress from his mother's body. He stood back with Freddie, both of them staring at their mother in bra and panties. Their eyes glowed with awed excitement. Their cocks stood up in throbbing hardness, quivering.

Susan glanced at them, and through the blur of her tears, she could not help but see their cocks. A lurch went through her, a burning sensation. Her mind cried out at what was happening to her. Her cunt, she realized, was getting wet!