“I mean… at the drive-in, and… in the garage.”
“I don’t know,” she finally whispered. “I just… did it.”
Billy looked at her, a very quick look, then at the television again.
“Do it again,” she heard him say, his voice thick.
“Do it again?” she whispered, feeling the heat flow through her. “Do it again… for you?”
He nodded.
“But… you’re not looking at me, darling,” she replied, her voice very low and throaty.
“Would you if I looked, Mom?”
“I… I’m not sure,” she said, then quickly, “Yes, I will.”
Billy turned to look at her. Misty stared boldly into his eyes, seeing his desire, his hunger to see her lift her skirt. The idea of raising her skirt for her son, exposing herself to his young eyes, sent a wild tremor of liquid excitement through her.
“You really want me to?” she asked, a shake in her voice. He nodded, his eyes bright.
Misty’s fingers fumbled with her skirt at her thighs. That she was about to lift her skirt for her son excited her very much. That her son had asked her to lift it excited her very much. She began to itch the pleated white skirt up her legs. She watched his face, seeing it glow with delight, his lips parted as he began to breathe faster. She paused when the hem of her skirt was at the tops of her nylons.
“More?” she asked in a whispery voice, her cunt pulsating wetly.
He nodded.
“My panties.”
Again Billy nodded.
“Billy,” she breathed, her eyes moving off his face to his shorts. His cock was hardening, she saw. “Baby, do you really want mother to… do you want me lift it higher… my panties… my…”
Billy’s head jerked up and down, his tongue moving over his lips. He could just see the creamy flesh of her thighs above her nylons, and his balls began to ache.
“In the… I… Billy, are you sure?”
He nodded, eager.
“What will happen, honey?” she asked nervously.
“Nothing, Mom,” he said, his voice thick. “I just wanna see your… you know, panties.”
“You wouldn’t try to… I mean, you’d stay there in the chair, won’t you?”
“I promise, Mom.”
“Well, if you promise.”
Misty slowly lifted her white skirt. The crotch of her panties showed, and Billy stared hard at them, his cock pushing up against his red jogging shorts. Misty held her skirt just below the elastic of her bikini panties, her tits swollen and her cunt throbbing.
“More?” she moaned.
He nodded.
Misty lifted her skirt to her waist, her dimpled belly button displayed above her tight, white, lacy panties. She stood staring at his cock pushing at his shorts, feeling as if she was about to come in her panties.
The head of her son’s cock slipped from his shorts.
Billy had not moved, but there it was, round and smooth.
“Oh, Billy!” Misty breathed, the cheeks of her ass tightening as her cunt began to quiver wetly. “Billy! Baby!”
Billy suddenly grunted, his cock spewing thick juice high into the air, splashing back down on his thigh. His eyes half closed as he kept looking at his mother’s exposure, coining hard and rapidly, coating his thigh and front of his red shorts.
His come juice spewed high, very high.
“Billy…” Misty gasped, watching.
Then, without thinking about what she was doing, Misty ran toward her son, her skirt around her waist.
She dropped to her knees, and her long tongue snaked out, sliding up his thigh, licking away the hot come juice. Billy gasped loudly as he watched her, her tongue swirling through the come juice and moving higher on his leg. Misty lapped hungrily at his leg, tasting his sweet come juice, pulling it into her mouth and swallowing it. Her cunt burned, swelled until it seemed her panties were too tight on it. Her tongue moved through the juice on the front of his shorts, and then touched his pisshole. It was a quick touch, and then she drew her tongue back into her mouth.
When she lifted her face to his, her eyes swimming in liquid heat, her cunt convulsed with a fiery orgasm, making her ass shake and bunch.
“I’m coming!” she cried softly, her tongue licking at her lips, lips that glistened with his come juice. “I’m coming off, too, baby!”
She clutched her son’s thigh, on her knees, staring into his eyes as she came and came, wave after wave of intense orgasm.
CHAPTER TWO
Misty sat wrapped in her robe, fresh from her bath, feeling very good about herself.
Billy had hushed happily after what happened between them, then ran off to his room, showered, and was now taking a nap.
She stretched, lifting her arms above her heed, long legs pushed out. Her robe parted and a creamy, full tit shown, her nipple pebbled. Site glanced at it, giggling softly to herself. Billy would probably love to see it, she thought. And she would love to show it to him. Maybe show him both of her tits, do a slow strip for him until she stood naked, letting his hot young eyes drink in her slender beauty. She had never seen a guy come so hard, so much, without his cock being touched.
She parted her robe and looked down her body. The soft curls of her cunt were soft, silky, just thick enough to conceal the sensitive silt of her pussy, unless she parted her legs a little. When she did that, the pink sweetness showed, and if she was excited, the tip of her clit would stick forward slightly. She parted her legs wide, then lifted them into the air, pulling them toward her shoulders, giggling lewdly, wondering if her son would squirt now, seeing crotch, her cunt and the spreading of her rounded asscheeks. The lewd, inviting position would certainly make his young cock hard again, that was for sure.
After a while, she stood and went to her room, letting the robe fall from her shoulders. Naked, Misty was a dream, a real hard-on-producing dream. Total nakedness often was not inviting as certain articles of clothing, she knew, but absolute nakedness was delicious, too. She selected a pair of skimpy bikini panties, white, with tiny red hearts on them. They were cut high on her hips, cupping her tight ass perfectly. The crotch puffed outward with her cunt and the lush curls.
She then fit a bra on her tits, a bra that lifted, but kept her tits exposed. She pulled a pink sweater on, and was pleased with the effect. Her nipples pushed at the sweater, molded, pointed. She frowned as she looked through her collection of shorts, and decided on a short skirt. Short skirts were coming back into fashion, and that delighted her. She was the type of woman who could wear short skirts very well, with her exquisitely long legs and lovely body. After putting the skirt on, she slipped her feet into soft leather, knee-high boots with high heels. Her dark hair swirled about her shoulders as she examined herself in a long mirror.
When she returned to the living room, Billy was there. He looked at her, a light starting in his eyes. He had slipped into fresh shorts, with a white T-shirt, and was barefooted.
“Are you going someplace, Mom?” he asked. “I wasn’t thinking about it,” she replied, standing at his side and running her hand through his hair.
“Then why dress up?”
“Dress up? Honey, this isn’t dressed up,” she laughed softly.
“You sure look pretty,” he said, looking at her thighs, then at the way her tits pushed out. Misty stepped back, one hand on her hip, and cocked a knee. “Do you really think so?”
“Yeah,” he said, his voice lowering as his eyes moved up and down her body.
She moved to a chair, sitting down, crossing her long legs. Billy’s eyes followed her, and he kept staring at her thighs.
“Billy,” she asked softly, “do you like looking at girls? I mean, in those really short shorts?”
Billy had no reason to deny it, or be nervous about it, not now. He nodded his head, still gazing at his mother’s thighs.
“And… under their dresses?”
Again he nodded.
A tingle rippled through Misty,
and her cunt seemed to start a low, slow throbbing.
“Do you look at them often?”
“As often as I can, Mom,” he said, and made no effort to hide the growing hardness of his cock in his shorts.
“Do you see many? I mean many girls with their dresses up?”
“Not as many as I’d like to see.” The more she heard from her son, the more interested she became. Being a voyeur herself, and now an exhibitionist, too, knowing her son enjoyed looking made it easier for her.
She uncrossed her legs, and as her son stared, she slowly spread them open. She watched his pleasure flood his young face.
Billy gazed unabashedly up between his mother’s thighs, seeing the satiny insides, the stretched band of her panties, a few stray cunt hairs curling along the edges. His cock lurched up into a full hardness, pushing at his shorts, and he shivered slightly, running his tongue over his lips. His balls had a fullness in them that was almost painful, but felt good, too.
Misty remained with her legs wide, leaning back on the chair, hands folded on her flat stomach, letting her son look all he wanted. Her pussy was steaming, and she knew wetness was forming on her panties and wondered if her son could see that.
Misty’s pussy pulsated with wet heat, and she wondered if her son could see it twitch in her panties. As he looked up her legs, she looked steadily at his cock making a tent in his shorts.
“Billy, have you ever had a piece of ass?”
“A piece of…” He giggled. “No, Mom.” She smiled, satisfied with his reply.
“It must be miserable for you,” she said softly. “All those delicious girls, showing those pretty little asses and legs, and not being able to get one, huh?”
Billy nodded, making a wet sound as he swallowed.
Misty was swinging her legs open and closed now, making soft fleshy sounds as her thighs met the band of her panties flashed, then disappeared, flashed again. She kept her eyes on his hard-on, her fingers curling tightly together on her stomach.
“Am I exciting you, darling?” she purred throatily.
Billy nodded his head vigorously.
“Do you wish you could see girls do this?” Again he nodded, licking his lips again, his eyes burning with desire.
Misty flung her legs wide, and lifted her ass, pushing her pantied cunt into the air, then made grinding motions as if she were fucking. Her eyes smoldered. Her hands moved down her hips, caressing her thighs as Billy gulped softly, mesmerized by her. Dragging a finger up her inner thigh, Misty teased by sliding it into the crotch of her panties, lifting them slightly. She mewled as the heat increased in her body. Suddenly, she jerked the crotch of her panties to one side, giving her son a brief peek at her cunt. It was fast, but Billy had seen the wet slit of her pussy.
“Mom, don’t do that!” he gasped.
“I thought you would like it,” she purred. “I do, Mom! But… you’re gonna make me come again!”
“Mmmmm, that would be wonderful,” she murmured with a thick voice.
“I don’t wanna come that way,” he protested.
“Oh? How do you want to come, honey?”
“You know,” he said. “Mom, you know!” Misty ran her tongue over her lips slowly, suggestively, her eyes slitted with bubbling hunger.
“You know what mother would do if you did, don’t you?”
“Like before?”
“Just like before.”
“Ohhhh, Mom.”
Misty had pulled her panties part way to one side again, exposing the soft hair at the edge of her pussy. She was running a finger up and down it, very slowly twisting her ass.
“What’s the matter, baby?” she purred.
“You’re gonna make me come!” he protested, and now gripped his cock through his shorts, making the head swell even more. A wet spot where his pisshole was grew outward.
“I’d love for you to come, Billy,” she purred hotly, pulling her panties all the way to the side, her bushy cunt showing. Wetness glistened on the slit and the soft hairs. The crease of her ass could be seen by him, too. “I love to show myself… to you, baby. Don’t you like looking at mother this way? Seeing between my legs… my panties, my…” she breathed deeply, then finished it. “My pussy?”
“Mom, don’t!”
His fist squeezed his cock as he stared at her cunt. Misty could see his prick throb from this short distance. The wet spot spread wide. Holding her panties to one side, she lifted her ass off the chair again, legs as wide as she could get them. She churned her ass, pumping up and down as though her pussy was sliding along a hard cock. Then she spread her pussy open with two fingers, her clit bulging out with vibrating hardness, the satiny flesh of her cunt exposed to her son’s boiling eyes.
“Mom, I’m…”
Billy began to jerk on his cock frantically, holding it inside his shorts. After a few strokes, he grunted, and came, in his shorts.
“Ahhh, nice, baby,” Misty purred. “That’s very nice.”
Billy slumped, sucking in air, but still staring between his mother’s thighs.
“Now look at me, Mom. I’ve made a mess in my shorts.”
“You couldn’t help it, baby,” she whispered. “Mother was only doing what you wanted to see a pretty girl do.”
Billy, now that the edge of his passion was over, grinned at her.
Misty grinned back, adjusted her panties and sat up with her legs together. Then she stuck her tongue out, waggling it suggestively at him.
“Well, aren’t you going to give me what I want, now?” she asked.
“I don’t know what you want, Mom.”
“Like before, baby,” she reminded him. “I did what you wanted to see me do, and now you’ve got to let me lave what I want. Take your shorts off.”
“Here? You mean with you here, Mom?”
“Why not? I saw it earlier, didn’t I?” Billy showed a slight bashfulness as he removed his shorts, handing them to his mother when she reached outward. He stood up, his cock dangling, wet with his come juice. Misty gazed at him with steady eyes. He looked so delicious, standing there wearing only his T-shirt. She saw fuzz around the base of her son’s cock, his preciously young balls dangling. As she looked at him, she turned his shorts inside out, and ran her tongue through the come juice on them. Billy watched, excited.
“Do you like that, Mom?” he asked. “I mean, the taste of come juice?”
“Mmmmm, I love it!” she answered honestly. She swirled her tongue through the wetness, then sucked at his shorts. “I’ve loved the taste since I was a little girl. I used to love it very much with your father. I don’t know how to explain it, but the hot juice from a guy’s balls really turns me on, darling.”
“Showing yourself does, too,” he giggled.
“Yes, it does,” she said.
Finished with his shorts, she dropped them on the floor. Her hand lifted for him, and Billy came toward her. Sitting upright on the chair, Misty cupped her son’s balls, feeling them tenderly.
“These feel so nice in my hand, so soft and hot.” She gave his young balls a gentle squeeze, looking up at him. “Is it okay if mother feels your balls, baby?”
“Yeah,” Billy grunted, trembling as his mother manipulated his balls gently.
“Billy, did you really like what I did today? I mean at the drive-in, and then after we got home? I have to know that.”
“It kind of shook meat first, Mom,” he said.
“I mean, I turn around and see you with your legs open, in those nylons, and your panties, I almost dropped the Cokes.”
She giggled softly, twisting his balls. “I know you did. But it was fun, wasn’t it?”
He nodded, his cock starting to lift with hardness again.
“Would you like me to do that more often?”
“You mean outside?”
“Yes, outside.”
“What if someone else saw you, too?”
“I’d probably come… the way you did,” she giggled. “Ooooh, that would be ver
y nice if I did!”
Billy trembled, partly because his mother was feeling his balls, her other hand on his hip, and partly because he could see, in his mind, his mother showing her panties outside the house, and coming.
“Can I watch you do it, Mom?” he asked, his voice shaking with excitement. “Can I watch you do that?”
Misty squeezed his balls just hard enough to make him moan in pleasure. “I’d like it if you did, Billy.”
His cock was up hard, straight out. Misty kept fondling her son’s balls, gazing at the smoothly swollen head of his cock, his pisshole seeping a clear liquid that dropped onto her lower arm.
“You’d sure give guys a hard-on, Mom,” he groaned.
“I’d love that,” she murmured softly, twisting his balls and watching his cock jerk up and down. “Making all those cocks hard… ooooh, very nice! Sticking out in pants, coming off in their pants… looking up my dress, seeing my pussy…”
Billy was trembling more, his legs weak. He shuffled his feet, looking down at her. He could see his mother’s nipples pushing at her sweater, her long thighs below. Her hand was hot on his balls, and he wished she would stroke his cock, but was afraid to ask her.
Instead, he said, his voice hoarse, “You wanna show your pussy to guys, Mom? You really wanna show your pussy to them and see if they get hot… and come in their pants?”
“It would make me come, too, baby. I’m sure it would make mother come, too. I did, you know. I came with you this afternoon…”
“Sure, but… look what you did with me, Mom. Are you gonna lick it up on other guys, too?”
The idea appealed to Misty, but she shook her head. “No, honey… just you. I’d love to show my pussy to people, make them come, but I want to lick only you.”
“You wanna lick me?” he asked. “Not just my come.”
Misty sobbed softly, her lips brushing across the head of her son’s cock. Her lips tingled and she darted her tongue around his dripping pisshole.
“Mom!” Billy gasped.
“Mmmmm, sweet,” she murmured, running her tongue over the smooth head of her son’s cock. “Very sweet and so hot… mmmmnnn, delicious!”
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