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 bare-footed.
"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 piss-hole 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 very 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 piss-hole 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!"
She kissed his cock, her lips barely covering his piss-hole. She created suction, and drew his juices into her mouth, her hand gripping his hot young balls.
"Mom, you better not do that!" Billy cried out, but couldn't pull away. He was rigid, shaking, but rigid.
Misty drew back, looking up at her son. "Why not? Doesn't it feel good, darling. It sure tastes good."
"Because… Mom, because… ohhh!" His cock gushed, spraying his mother in the face. Squirt after squirt splashed over her cheeks, her nose, her chin and forehead.
"Oh, I see," Misty giggled wantonly, taking his come juice into her face with pleasure.
She manipulated his balls as he came, his cock jerking up and down, spewing rapidly. The wetness of his come juice dripped down her face, onto her sweater, and her cunt began to lurch and squeeze, her cunt knotted.
"Oooooh, my pussy!" she gasped, her hand on his hip suddenly jerking downward, her palm cupping her pantied cunt. "Oh, my pussy! I'm coming, too, Billy! Mother's pussy… ohhh, squirt it in my face, darling! Come in mother's face!"
As he finished, Billy's legs were very weak. He couldn't stand, and slumped to the floor, his mother's hand sliding from his balls. He looked between her knees, watching her hand rub up and down swiftly at her cunt. Her panties twisted and moved under her hand, exposing her bushy cunt, then hiding it, showing it again.
As she rubbed her spasming cunt, Misty smeared her son's come juice over her face, licking her hand and moaning softly with ecstasy.