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Molly’s eyes smoldered hotly. She released her son and stepped back. Her fingers trembled about her belt. She opened the belt and hesitated, then taking a deep breath, she flung her thin robe wide open.
Davy gasped, his eyes huge as he stared at his mother.
“Mother! Golly, Mother?”
Molly’s body trembled as she stood holding her robe wide. Her son’s eyes gazed at her nakedness, seeing her tits straining out, nipples jutting upward, the tightness of her bikini panties. The panties were orchid-colored, trimmed teasingly in black lace. Davy had turned in his chair when she hugged him, and Molly’s eyes moved to the front of his cutoffs. She saw the slow lifting of them, watching his concealed cock growing hard. She pulled her gown from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She stood before her excited son, wearing only her skimpy, tantalizing panties. She cupped her tits, lifting them, thumbing her rigid nipples as her eyes blazed at the front of his cutoffs.
Davy gasped hotly as he watched his mother, his knees open.
Sliding her hands down her body, Molly drew upward on her panties, making the crotch cut into her cunt, outlining the swell of those hairy lips. Her extra-long clit throbbed hotly and she was very wet. Curls of dark pussy hair peeked from the tight panties, and Davy’s eyes looked as if they were about to come out of his head. Molly parted her feet on the floor, arching her hips forward slightly. Davy gulped as he stared, seeing the curls of cunt hair, the way that lace trimmed crotch pulled into his mother’s cunt. His cock throbbed into full hardness.
Molly wanted to jerk the crotch of her son’s cutoffs to one side, to let that beautiful hard-on free, expose it. But she didn’t, she stood pulling her panties tightly into her bubbling cunt, her hips twisting suggestively in slow motion.
Then, breathlessly, Molly began to peel her panties down.
“Oh, Mother!” Davy groaned, his eyes burning.
Molly stripped her panties off, lifting first one foot, then the other. Standing up, naked, legs now together, she held her panties out to her son. Davy lifted a shaking hand, then dropped it to his lap.
“Don’t you want my panties, honey?” she asked in a husky sound.
Davy nodded, but all he could do was press his hand hard against his hard-on.
Molly stepped closer, and turned her panties inside out. She rubbed the wet crotch of them aver her son’s face, then across his lips. Davy’s eyes half-closed as he smelled his mother’s cunt on the panties, felt the wetness on his lips.
“Nice, aren’t they, Davy?” she whispered. She dropped her panties to his lap, and stepped back. She leaned near the sink, her naked body vibrating sweetly. Her tits seemed swollen, her nipples ready to burst. She stared at her son as he stared back at her. Davy’s big eyes swiveled up and down, seeing his mother’s tits, then the bush of her cunt. His cock throbbed powerfully.
“Show me, honey,” Molly urged hotly. “Show me what you do with my panties. Let me watch you, darling!”
Davy, overcome by excitement, yanked the crotch of his cutoffs aside. Molly caught a glimpse of his young cock standing up before he wrapped her panties around it. His cockhead bulged tightly at the crotch of her panties, and she was fascinated as a slow wetness formed there. Gazing at his mother’s naked body, Davy closed his fist about his pantie-wrapped cock, and began to jerk up and down.
“Ohhhh, I see,” Molly gurgled, her eyes straining as she watched her son jacking off.
Davy gasped with excitement, his eyes riveted upon the thick, silky bush of his mother’s cunt, his fist racing up and down his cock in short, jerky pumping motions. Molly felt her cunt responding to his display of open sexuality. Her clit bulged from the pulsating lips of her pussy, and she squeezed her thighs tightly. She twisted her naked ass against the sink, her eyes shining with strange feelings.
“Look at me, honey!” she hissed, and parted her legs. Molly thrust her hips forward, her cunt showing. She ran one hand down between her thighs, a finger on each side of her juicy cunt. Her clit thrust between her fingers and she began to rub it. “Look at this, Davy! Look at Mother and jerk yourself off! Jerk off with Mother’s panties, baby!”
The words his mother was saying sent a shaking delight through Davy, who stared hungrily at his mother’s cunt, his fist pounding faster and faster on his cock. The nylon stretched around his bulging cockhead, and the wet spot grew wider. Molly shivered aid rubbed at her cunt, making sure her fingers never covered her bulging clit. Her eyes burned at the head of her son’s cock, anxious to see what would happen.
Her legs shook, becoming weak. There was a fire inside her cunt that she had never felt before. Her fingers, sliding along the puffy lips of her cunt, made a wet sound. She opened her thighs a bit more, bending her knees and bracing herself on the sink. Her eyes strained with liquid heat on his cock. Davy’s eyes seemed unfocused as he stared between his mother’s thighs, beating his fist frantically on his pantie-covered cock.
She felt as if she were going to come, yet the orgasm refused to burst.
She twisted her ass, moaning softly, gazing at her son as he sat at the table, jacking off in a frenzy.
“Look at me, Davy!” she sobbed hotly. “Watch Mother, baby! Ooooo, honey, can you do it? Can you come… in my panties?”
Davy’s only reply was quicker gaspings.
Molly wanted to come, wanted to very badly, yet each time she felt as if it would happen, something seemed to make it go away. Feverishly, she shoved both hands between her legs, and wantonly began to open and close the hairy lips of her pussy, smashing them against her clit. Tears were flowing from her eyes as she strained to come, feeling total abandonment with her son watching as he jacked off with her panties.
“Oh, damn it! Damn it!” she cried, suddenly smashing her fingers against her clit violently, agitating it almost brutally.
Her hips whipped about in jerky motion as she rubbed in a frenzy at her swollen clit. Her eyes never left her son’s cock or pounding fist.
“Oh, Davy!” she cried, her lovely face contorting with torment. “I can’t! Damn, damn, damn! I can’t come!”
Davy heard his mother’s frustrated cries, but his balls were aching now, drawing tightly into his crotch. His fist banged up and down with frantic movement, his young eyes burning on his mother’s hairy pussy, watching her fingers flying in a frenzy. He heard the wet sounds she made, and began to moan softly.
With a jerk of his body, creamy come juice gushed out of his cock.
Molly sobbed as she watched her panties drenched with his come juice.
Davy kept jacking his cock as he came, and within moments, her panties were soaked with that creamy sweetness.
For a moment, Davy slumped in the chair, his eyes dreamy, his mother’s panties dangling from the head of his cock. Then, with a sudden blush, he jerked her panties away and flung them to the table. He jumped to his feet, and while stuffing his cock back into his cutoffs, ran from the kitchen.
Molly started to call after him, but stopped herself.
She had seen the sudden embarrassment on his face, and knew he had to be alone for a while. She moved on shaking legs to the table, picking up her panties. The inside of the crotch was soaked with his come juice, glistening wetly.
Picking her panties up, she gazed at the evidence of his desires. With a shiver she drew the panties to her face. She closed her eyes as a sensation of rapture seemed to burn through her naked body. Suddenly, she shoved the crotch of her panties into her mouth, sucking at the come juice her son had placed there. She tasted Davy’s young come juice, finding it hot and sweet. She sucked hard at her panties and her tongue running about the crotch.
And she came.
The explosion of her orgasm ripped her to pieces. Her eyes shot open and she shook hard, her cunt convulsing like never before. She stood near the table, coming wildly, her panties dangling from her lips, eyes huge but not seeing anything.
The orgasm seemed to go on for a long time, and when it finally ended, she was so weak she slumped into Davy’s chair, leaning on the table with her head on her arms.
She had never come so strongly in her life.
CHAPTER TWO
Molly wasn’t troubled by what happened in the least.
She allowed her son to remain in his room for some time, then went down the hall, her robe covering her once more.
She found Davy sprawled across his bed, face down. She stood and looked down upon him, her eyes seeing his young back, his young thighs. She listened to him breathing, and then sat on the edge of his bed. She placed her hand on his back soothingly.
“What’s wrong, Davy?” she asked in a soft voice. “Didn’t you enjoy that, honey?”
Davy turned onto his back. Molly saw tears in his eyes.
“Oh, Davy! Please, honey,” she said. “It’s okay. I took my robe off for you, didn’t I?”
“That’s not it, Mother,” he said. “I feel terrible.”
“Why should you feel terrible?” she asked, caressing his chest. “I was the one that changed panties last night. I was the one that took my robe off a while ago. Davy, I asked you to show me what you did with my panties.”
“I know, Mother,” he said. “But… isn’t that supposed to be weird? You know, strange. Because I like doing that with your panties, does that mean I’m some kind of nut?”
“Oh, no!” Molly said. “You’re not any kind of nut, darling.”
She leaned down and kissed his forehead, her hand on his stomach, her fingers at the waist of his cutoffs.
“If you enjoy that, do it,” she whispered, running her hand along his stomach lightly. “Who can say what’s wrong with it? You’d be surprised at what people do when they’re alone. Men and women both. It’s no one’s business what you do, darling. Not even mine.”
She moved her fingers along the waist of his cutoffs, slipping them just underneath for a moment. She drew one leg onto his bed, and the robe opened to expose her thigh almost, to her crotch. She noticed her son looking, and grinned. She took his hand and placed it on her thigh, feeling how hot his palm was.
Davy squirmed, his hand trembling on her thigh. Molly slipped her hand across his stomach again as she looked down at him. She slowly drew her hand across his cutoffs, pausing lightly on his cock, then moved her hand to his thigh. She stroked his thigh, her fingertips slipping under the fringe of his shorts.
“It’s no one’s business,” she whispered again. “If you like to play with my panties, baby, you can play with my panties.”
She probed under his shorts, the tip of her finger brushing at his precious balls, then pulling back. She felt her son tremble, and his fingers tightened against her thigh.
“Mother, would you let me… you know, see you in your panties again?”
“Of course,” she gurgled softly. “I’ll put a pair on right now and let you look at me. It’s our business, isn’t it? I’d love to let you see me in panties again.”
“When?” Davy asked, showing excitement once more.
“When would you like?”
“Now?”
Molly let a soft hiss of pleasure escape her lips. She closed her palm over her son’s crotch briefly, cupping his cock and balls. She gave them a tender squeeze, then stood up.
“Why not now?” she said. “We have all day, don’t we?”
Davy nodded, his young eyes bright with excitement.
“I’ll be right back,” she murmured, and left him.
In her room, Molly pulled a pair of skimpy panties from her chest. They were very frilly, with black lace covering the front all the way to the crotch. The seat of them was blue, and they were trimmed with black. The lace in the front concealed nothing. She knew her son would like this pair, and she slipped them on. They hugged her hips with two narrow elastic bands. She adjusted the thin crotch so dark curls of hair swirled from it. She left her robe on her bed, and returned to her son’s room.
Davy’s eyes opened with pleasure as she stepped into the bedroom.
Molly paused, posing with one hip jutting, her tits lifted and her nipples arching to the ceiling. Dave stared openmouthed with delight, his eyes very hot.
“You like them?” Molly asked softly.
“Golly, Mother!” Davy gulped, licking his lips. “They’re beautiful!”
Molly moved toward her son, hips swaying. She loved the way he looked at her, his eyes going from her naked tits to her pantied hips. Her chestnut-colored hair framed her smoldering expression.
She stood at the side of his bed, and opened her legs. The tight band stretched cross her cunt. The shape of her pussy hair could be seen dearly through the lace. With a lewd mewling sound, Molly turned around, arching her pantied ass suggestively. She looked at her son over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with erotic wetness. The lower half of her smooth ass showed, white against the tan of her thighs. She saw her son lick his lips again, and playfully wagged her ass before facing him once more.
“Do you really like these panties?” she asked.
“Oh, yes, Mother!”
Leaning over, Molly shoved her hand under the fringed leg of his shorts. She touched his balls with her fingertips, then pushed her fingers around it. But his shorts were too tight for that.
“I want it out,” she said huskily, fumbling with his shorts. “I want to see it in the open, baby!”
Molly opened her son’s shorts, and his cock jerked upward. With a squeal she grabbed his cock tightly. She stared as his cockhead bulged, and the throbbing of it seemed to move all the way up her arm.
Davy grunted as his mother squeezed his cock.
“I need your panties, Mother!” he gasped. “Feel them,” she moaned. “Feel my panties on me! It’s okay, darling! Touch me! Feel Mother’s panties while I’m wearing them.”
Davy’s hand moved up her thigh, stroking her hip. Molly shook her ass as he leaned over and began to pump on her son’s cock. Davy shoved his hand to his mother’s ass, feeling the stretching nylon eagerly. Molly shivered as her son ran his hand about her ass from cheek to cheek. She clutched his hard cock tightly, mewling softly, staring at his rounded cockhead, watching him drip from his piss hole. Davy hesitated about shoving his hand between her thighs, but Molly understood.
She released his cock and stood up, spreading her legs. She grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand to her cunt, making his fingers cup it. She then pressed her legs together.
“Feel how hot that is, baby?” she gasped. “That’s what you do to Mother! You make me hot, right there!”
Davy gurgled as his cock throbbed. He could feel the heat of his mother’s cunt through the thin band of her panties. He made a tentative rub, and Molly gurgled this time, her hips twisting.
“Oooooh, yes, Davy! Feel me, honey!” she urged in a thick voice. “Feel Mother’s pussy, baby! Feel my panties… feel them all you want to feel! Play with me, Davy! Please, honey, play with Mother!”
Bolder now, Davy rubbed at his mother’s pantied cunt, feeling the wetness against his palm.
Now that her son was feeling her cunt by himself, Molly drew her hands to her tits, squeezing them and making eager whimpering sounds. Her eyes stared at his cock, seeing his young, precious balls. His balls looked very full, loaded with that creamy come juice. His piss hole seemed to wink at her, seeping deliciously. She twisted her hips lewdly as her son fondled between her thighs, her clit trying to burst through the panties.
“Davy,” she groaned. “Davy, I want you to… Davy, you have to… oh, baby, fuck me!”
Davy gasped, his eyes bulging. His hand pressed hard into his mother’s cunt the crotch of her panties now so wet, even his fingers were slippery.
“Fuck you, Mother?” he asked, his voice squeaking.
“Yes, fuck me!”
“Golly!”
Molly scrambled onto his bed, straddling her son’s thighs. His cutoffs near his knees, his cock thrusting straight up with youthful hardness.
“You do want to fuck me, don’t you, Davy?” she asked anxiously. “Don’t you want to fuck Mother now?”
Davy nodded his head, his expression showing surprise, but an eagerness that couldn’t be denied.
“With my panties on,” Molly hissed hotly. “Fuck Mother with her panties on, okay?”
“Oh, yes, Mother!”
Gurgling eagerly, Molly knee-walked up her son’s thighs. She held her crotch above his cock, and holding it at the base, rubbed his swollen cockhead along the nylon crotch.
“Ooooh, don’t come off!” she whimpered. “Don’t come until your cock is up my cunt, baby!”
Davy giggled, a lewd sound. “Say that again, Mother!”
“Say what again?”
“Cock and cunt and fuck!”
“Oh, you like that, do you?” she moaned.
“Yeah!”
She rubbed the head of his cock back and forth on her panties, feeling it burn though them and against her swollen pussy lips.
“You have a big, hard cock, baby! Mother wants your big hard-on inside her cunt and fucking her! Ohhhh, yes, darling… fuck Mother with that big, beautiful cock! Fucking right in the wet, hot cunt!”
Davy was trying to press his prick through her panties, shoving his ass up. Molly giggled lewdly.
“You can’t shove your cock through my panties,” she said.
“It feels good, Mother!” Davy choked. “I like the way your panties feel on my cock!”
“Mmmmm, so do I, but if you’re going to fuck me, I have to make a slight adjustment,” she cooed.
Turning loose of his cock, Molly slipped a finger into the crotch of her panties, pulling it to one side slowly, watching her son’s face. Davy had his chin tucked downward, his eyes wide and hot as he watched his mother slowly reveal her cunt to him. He had seen it in the kitchen, but it was if seeing her pussy for the first time. His mouth was open and he was panting with anticipation.
Holding the lacy crotch of her panties wide, Molly moaned. “Honey, hold your cock and rub it against my cunt!”
Eagerly, Davy gripped his cock, moving his swollen cockhead up and down the fiery slit of his mother’s juicy cunt. Molly moaned softly as she felt the contact, her hips shaking. Her nipples were painfully swollen as she tried to move her hips back and forth, wanting to feel the hot heat of her son’s cock against her extra long clit. With a slight shifting movement of her hips, she pressed the tip of her swollen clit against the head of her son’s cock. She yelped softly as his cock smashed into her clit. A fire seemed to roar through her body, and suddenly a muffled scream wailed out of her mouth.
Davy gasped, his eyes huge as he stared at his mother.
“Mother! Golly, Mother?”
Molly’s body trembled as she stood holding her robe wide. Her son’s eyes gazed at her nakedness, seeing her tits straining out, nipples jutting upward, the tightness of her bikini panties. The panties were orchid-colored, trimmed teasingly in black lace. Davy had turned in his chair when she hugged him, and Molly’s eyes moved to the front of his cutoffs. She saw the slow lifting of them, watching his concealed cock growing hard. She pulled her gown from her shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. She stood before her excited son, wearing only her skimpy, tantalizing panties. She cupped her tits, lifting them, thumbing her rigid nipples as her eyes blazed at the front of his cutoffs.
Davy gasped hotly as he watched his mother, his knees open.
Sliding her hands down her body, Molly drew upward on her panties, making the crotch cut into her cunt, outlining the swell of those hairy lips. Her extra-long clit throbbed hotly and she was very wet. Curls of dark pussy hair peeked from the tight panties, and Davy’s eyes looked as if they were about to come out of his head. Molly parted her feet on the floor, arching her hips forward slightly. Davy gulped as he stared, seeing the curls of cunt hair, the way that lace trimmed crotch pulled into his mother’s cunt. His cock throbbed into full hardness.
Molly wanted to jerk the crotch of her son’s cutoffs to one side, to let that beautiful hard-on free, expose it. But she didn’t, she stood pulling her panties tightly into her bubbling cunt, her hips twisting suggestively in slow motion.
Then, breathlessly, Molly began to peel her panties down.
“Oh, Mother!” Davy groaned, his eyes burning.
Molly stripped her panties off, lifting first one foot, then the other. Standing up, naked, legs now together, she held her panties out to her son. Davy lifted a shaking hand, then dropped it to his lap.
“Don’t you want my panties, honey?” she asked in a husky sound.
Davy nodded, but all he could do was press his hand hard against his hard-on.
Molly stepped closer, and turned her panties inside out. She rubbed the wet crotch of them aver her son’s face, then across his lips. Davy’s eyes half-closed as he smelled his mother’s cunt on the panties, felt the wetness on his lips.
“Nice, aren’t they, Davy?” she whispered. She dropped her panties to his lap, and stepped back. She leaned near the sink, her naked body vibrating sweetly. Her tits seemed swollen, her nipples ready to burst. She stared at her son as he stared back at her. Davy’s big eyes swiveled up and down, seeing his mother’s tits, then the bush of her cunt. His cock throbbed powerfully.
“Show me, honey,” Molly urged hotly. “Show me what you do with my panties. Let me watch you, darling!”
Davy, overcome by excitement, yanked the crotch of his cutoffs aside. Molly caught a glimpse of his young cock standing up before he wrapped her panties around it. His cockhead bulged tightly at the crotch of her panties, and she was fascinated as a slow wetness formed there. Gazing at his mother’s naked body, Davy closed his fist about his pantie-wrapped cock, and began to jerk up and down.
“Ohhhh, I see,” Molly gurgled, her eyes straining as she watched her son jacking off.
Davy gasped with excitement, his eyes riveted upon the thick, silky bush of his mother’s cunt, his fist racing up and down his cock in short, jerky pumping motions. Molly felt her cunt responding to his display of open sexuality. Her clit bulged from the pulsating lips of her pussy, and she squeezed her thighs tightly. She twisted her naked ass against the sink, her eyes shining with strange feelings.
“Look at me, honey!” she hissed, and parted her legs. Molly thrust her hips forward, her cunt showing. She ran one hand down between her thighs, a finger on each side of her juicy cunt. Her clit thrust between her fingers and she began to rub it. “Look at this, Davy! Look at Mother and jerk yourself off! Jerk off with Mother’s panties, baby!”
The words his mother was saying sent a shaking delight through Davy, who stared hungrily at his mother’s cunt, his fist pounding faster and faster on his cock. The nylon stretched around his bulging cockhead, and the wet spot grew wider. Molly shivered aid rubbed at her cunt, making sure her fingers never covered her bulging clit. Her eyes burned at the head of her son’s cock, anxious to see what would happen.
Her legs shook, becoming weak. There was a fire inside her cunt that she had never felt before. Her fingers, sliding along the puffy lips of her cunt, made a wet sound. She opened her thighs a bit more, bending her knees and bracing herself on the sink. Her eyes strained with liquid heat on his cock. Davy’s eyes seemed unfocused as he stared between his mother’s thighs, beating his fist frantically on his pantie-covered cock.
She felt as if she were going to come, yet the orgasm refused to burst.
She twisted her ass, moaning softly, gazing at her son as he sat at the table, jacking off in a frenzy.
“Look at me, Davy!” she sobbed hotly. “Watch Mother, baby! Ooooo, honey, can you do it? Can you come… in my panties?”
Davy’s only reply was quicker gaspings.
Molly wanted to come, wanted to very badly, yet each time she felt as if it would happen, something seemed to make it go away. Feverishly, she shoved both hands between her legs, and wantonly began to open and close the hairy lips of her pussy, smashing them against her clit. Tears were flowing from her eyes as she strained to come, feeling total abandonment with her son watching as he jacked off with her panties.
“Oh, damn it! Damn it!” she cried, suddenly smashing her fingers against her clit violently, agitating it almost brutally.
Her hips whipped about in jerky motion as she rubbed in a frenzy at her swollen clit. Her eyes never left her son’s cock or pounding fist.
“Oh, Davy!” she cried, her lovely face contorting with torment. “I can’t! Damn, damn, damn! I can’t come!”
Davy heard his mother’s frustrated cries, but his balls were aching now, drawing tightly into his crotch. His fist banged up and down with frantic movement, his young eyes burning on his mother’s hairy pussy, watching her fingers flying in a frenzy. He heard the wet sounds she made, and began to moan softly.
With a jerk of his body, creamy come juice gushed out of his cock.
Molly sobbed as she watched her panties drenched with his come juice.
Davy kept jacking his cock as he came, and within moments, her panties were soaked with that creamy sweetness.
For a moment, Davy slumped in the chair, his eyes dreamy, his mother’s panties dangling from the head of his cock. Then, with a sudden blush, he jerked her panties away and flung them to the table. He jumped to his feet, and while stuffing his cock back into his cutoffs, ran from the kitchen.
Molly started to call after him, but stopped herself.
She had seen the sudden embarrassment on his face, and knew he had to be alone for a while. She moved on shaking legs to the table, picking up her panties. The inside of the crotch was soaked with his come juice, glistening wetly.
Picking her panties up, she gazed at the evidence of his desires. With a shiver she drew the panties to her face. She closed her eyes as a sensation of rapture seemed to burn through her naked body. Suddenly, she shoved the crotch of her panties into her mouth, sucking at the come juice her son had placed there. She tasted Davy’s young come juice, finding it hot and sweet. She sucked hard at her panties and her tongue running about the crotch.
And she came.
The explosion of her orgasm ripped her to pieces. Her eyes shot open and she shook hard, her cunt convulsing like never before. She stood near the table, coming wildly, her panties dangling from her lips, eyes huge but not seeing anything.
The orgasm seemed to go on for a long time, and when it finally ended, she was so weak she slumped into Davy’s chair, leaning on the table with her head on her arms.
She had never come so strongly in her life.
CHAPTER TWO
Molly wasn’t troubled by what happened in the least.
She allowed her son to remain in his room for some time, then went down the hall, her robe covering her once more.
She found Davy sprawled across his bed, face down. She stood and looked down upon him, her eyes seeing his young back, his young thighs. She listened to him breathing, and then sat on the edge of his bed. She placed her hand on his back soothingly.
“What’s wrong, Davy?” she asked in a soft voice. “Didn’t you enjoy that, honey?”
Davy turned onto his back. Molly saw tears in his eyes.
“Oh, Davy! Please, honey,” she said. “It’s okay. I took my robe off for you, didn’t I?”
“That’s not it, Mother,” he said. “I feel terrible.”
“Why should you feel terrible?” she asked, caressing his chest. “I was the one that changed panties last night. I was the one that took my robe off a while ago. Davy, I asked you to show me what you did with my panties.”
“I know, Mother,” he said. “But… isn’t that supposed to be weird? You know, strange. Because I like doing that with your panties, does that mean I’m some kind of nut?”
“Oh, no!” Molly said. “You’re not any kind of nut, darling.”
She leaned down and kissed his forehead, her hand on his stomach, her fingers at the waist of his cutoffs.
“If you enjoy that, do it,” she whispered, running her hand along his stomach lightly. “Who can say what’s wrong with it? You’d be surprised at what people do when they’re alone. Men and women both. It’s no one’s business what you do, darling. Not even mine.”
She moved her fingers along the waist of his cutoffs, slipping them just underneath for a moment. She drew one leg onto his bed, and the robe opened to expose her thigh almost, to her crotch. She noticed her son looking, and grinned. She took his hand and placed it on her thigh, feeling how hot his palm was.
Davy squirmed, his hand trembling on her thigh. Molly slipped her hand across his stomach again as she looked down at him. She slowly drew her hand across his cutoffs, pausing lightly on his cock, then moved her hand to his thigh. She stroked his thigh, her fingertips slipping under the fringe of his shorts.
“It’s no one’s business,” she whispered again. “If you like to play with my panties, baby, you can play with my panties.”
She probed under his shorts, the tip of her finger brushing at his precious balls, then pulling back. She felt her son tremble, and his fingers tightened against her thigh.
“Mother, would you let me… you know, see you in your panties again?”
“Of course,” she gurgled softly. “I’ll put a pair on right now and let you look at me. It’s our business, isn’t it? I’d love to let you see me in panties again.”
“When?” Davy asked, showing excitement once more.
“When would you like?”
“Now?”
Molly let a soft hiss of pleasure escape her lips. She closed her palm over her son’s crotch briefly, cupping his cock and balls. She gave them a tender squeeze, then stood up.
“Why not now?” she said. “We have all day, don’t we?”
Davy nodded, his young eyes bright with excitement.
“I’ll be right back,” she murmured, and left him.
In her room, Molly pulled a pair of skimpy panties from her chest. They were very frilly, with black lace covering the front all the way to the crotch. The seat of them was blue, and they were trimmed with black. The lace in the front concealed nothing. She knew her son would like this pair, and she slipped them on. They hugged her hips with two narrow elastic bands. She adjusted the thin crotch so dark curls of hair swirled from it. She left her robe on her bed, and returned to her son’s room.
Davy’s eyes opened with pleasure as she stepped into the bedroom.
Molly paused, posing with one hip jutting, her tits lifted and her nipples arching to the ceiling. Dave stared openmouthed with delight, his eyes very hot.
“You like them?” Molly asked softly.
“Golly, Mother!” Davy gulped, licking his lips. “They’re beautiful!”
Molly moved toward her son, hips swaying. She loved the way he looked at her, his eyes going from her naked tits to her pantied hips. Her chestnut-colored hair framed her smoldering expression.
She stood at the side of his bed, and opened her legs. The tight band stretched cross her cunt. The shape of her pussy hair could be seen dearly through the lace. With a lewd mewling sound, Molly turned around, arching her pantied ass suggestively. She looked at her son over her shoulder, her eyes sparkling with erotic wetness. The lower half of her smooth ass showed, white against the tan of her thighs. She saw her son lick his lips again, and playfully wagged her ass before facing him once more.
“Do you really like these panties?” she asked.
“Oh, yes, Mother!”
Leaning over, Molly shoved her hand under the fringed leg of his shorts. She touched his balls with her fingertips, then pushed her fingers around it. But his shorts were too tight for that.
“I want it out,” she said huskily, fumbling with his shorts. “I want to see it in the open, baby!”
Molly opened her son’s shorts, and his cock jerked upward. With a squeal she grabbed his cock tightly. She stared as his cockhead bulged, and the throbbing of it seemed to move all the way up her arm.
Davy grunted as his mother squeezed his cock.
“I need your panties, Mother!” he gasped. “Feel them,” she moaned. “Feel my panties on me! It’s okay, darling! Touch me! Feel Mother’s panties while I’m wearing them.”
Davy’s hand moved up her thigh, stroking her hip. Molly shook her ass as he leaned over and began to pump on her son’s cock. Davy shoved his hand to his mother’s ass, feeling the stretching nylon eagerly. Molly shivered as her son ran his hand about her ass from cheek to cheek. She clutched his hard cock tightly, mewling softly, staring at his rounded cockhead, watching him drip from his piss hole. Davy hesitated about shoving his hand between her thighs, but Molly understood.
She released his cock and stood up, spreading her legs. She grabbed his wrist and shoved his hand to her cunt, making his fingers cup it. She then pressed her legs together.
“Feel how hot that is, baby?” she gasped. “That’s what you do to Mother! You make me hot, right there!”
Davy gurgled as his cock throbbed. He could feel the heat of his mother’s cunt through the thin band of her panties. He made a tentative rub, and Molly gurgled this time, her hips twisting.
“Oooooh, yes, Davy! Feel me, honey!” she urged in a thick voice. “Feel Mother’s pussy, baby! Feel my panties… feel them all you want to feel! Play with me, Davy! Please, honey, play with Mother!”
Bolder now, Davy rubbed at his mother’s pantied cunt, feeling the wetness against his palm.
Now that her son was feeling her cunt by himself, Molly drew her hands to her tits, squeezing them and making eager whimpering sounds. Her eyes stared at his cock, seeing his young, precious balls. His balls looked very full, loaded with that creamy come juice. His piss hole seemed to wink at her, seeping deliciously. She twisted her hips lewdly as her son fondled between her thighs, her clit trying to burst through the panties.
“Davy,” she groaned. “Davy, I want you to… Davy, you have to… oh, baby, fuck me!”
Davy gasped, his eyes bulging. His hand pressed hard into his mother’s cunt the crotch of her panties now so wet, even his fingers were slippery.
“Fuck you, Mother?” he asked, his voice squeaking.
“Yes, fuck me!”
“Golly!”
Molly scrambled onto his bed, straddling her son’s thighs. His cutoffs near his knees, his cock thrusting straight up with youthful hardness.
“You do want to fuck me, don’t you, Davy?” she asked anxiously. “Don’t you want to fuck Mother now?”
Davy nodded his head, his expression showing surprise, but an eagerness that couldn’t be denied.
“With my panties on,” Molly hissed hotly. “Fuck Mother with her panties on, okay?”
“Oh, yes, Mother!”
Gurgling eagerly, Molly knee-walked up her son’s thighs. She held her crotch above his cock, and holding it at the base, rubbed his swollen cockhead along the nylon crotch.
“Ooooh, don’t come off!” she whimpered. “Don’t come until your cock is up my cunt, baby!”
Davy giggled, a lewd sound. “Say that again, Mother!”
“Say what again?”
“Cock and cunt and fuck!”
“Oh, you like that, do you?” she moaned.
“Yeah!”
She rubbed the head of his cock back and forth on her panties, feeling it burn though them and against her swollen pussy lips.
“You have a big, hard cock, baby! Mother wants your big hard-on inside her cunt and fucking her! Ohhhh, yes, darling… fuck Mother with that big, beautiful cock! Fucking right in the wet, hot cunt!”
Davy was trying to press his prick through her panties, shoving his ass up. Molly giggled lewdly.
“You can’t shove your cock through my panties,” she said.
“It feels good, Mother!” Davy choked. “I like the way your panties feel on my cock!”
“Mmmmm, so do I, but if you’re going to fuck me, I have to make a slight adjustment,” she cooed.
Turning loose of his cock, Molly slipped a finger into the crotch of her panties, pulling it to one side slowly, watching her son’s face. Davy had his chin tucked downward, his eyes wide and hot as he watched his mother slowly reveal her cunt to him. He had seen it in the kitchen, but it was if seeing her pussy for the first time. His mouth was open and he was panting with anticipation.
Holding the lacy crotch of her panties wide, Molly moaned. “Honey, hold your cock and rub it against my cunt!”
Eagerly, Davy gripped his cock, moving his swollen cockhead up and down the fiery slit of his mother’s juicy cunt. Molly moaned softly as she felt the contact, her hips shaking. Her nipples were painfully swollen as she tried to move her hips back and forth, wanting to feel the hot heat of her son’s cock against her extra long clit. With a slight shifting movement of her hips, she pressed the tip of her swollen clit against the head of her son’s cock. She yelped softly as his cock smashed into her clit. A fire seemed to roar through her body, and suddenly a muffled scream wailed out of her mouth.
