"I'll take a bet on that," Amy said. "I'm almost sure my Hank would fuck me in a second if I flashed my cunt at him."
"You'd do that? You'd show your pussy to him?"
"Under the right circumstances, I would," Amy said.
While she dressed, Linda's mind was whirling. Under the right circumstances, Amy had said. The circumstances could be accidental, as if she wasn't aware of exposing herself. She wondered if Dan would enjoy looking at her cunt, seeing her body. She wondered if his cock would swell up, become delightfully hard, dripping from his piss hole.
At the door, she kissed Amy, then walked to her home next door, her mind reeling with erotic thoughts.
CHAPTER TWO
Dan was watching television when Linda entered her home.
As she turned and locked the door, she could not help but let her gaze wander to the front of his pants. She had looked at the front of her son's pants a lot lately, something she had not mentioned to her friend.
So far, she had seen nothing, not even a slight lump there. She greeted her son and received a mutter in reply. She moved down the hall to her bedroom, where she undressed and put on her robe. It was still too early to go to bed, although she didn't want to sit with her son in the living room, either.
Linda had become afraid of the growing desires inside her body, desires that were increasingly difficult to cope with when she was near him.
Yet, she could not, remain in her room. Dan would wonder about her, come to check on her. He was always doing that if she stayed in her bedroom too long. He was a sweet, obedient guy, always thinking about her. She wondered if he thought about her as she had been thinking of him lately. When he jerked his cock off, what did he think about-her? The idea excited her. She
wondered if Dan thought of her naked, her cunt and tits revealed to him, his fist jerking wildly on his hard prick. Despite the force of her orgasm against Amy's mouth, Linda's cunt started to burn again.
She sat on the bed, her legs crossed, trying to still the sudden excitement rumbling through her. She could hear the sounds of the television, but not the sound of her son's footsteps in the hallway.
Linda's robe was parted, almost to her waist. Her long, smooth thighs were fully revealed, as were the curls of her cunt just above where her thighs crossed. One of her nipples was almost exposed, too. She was leaning back with her hands behind her, eyes closed as she dreamily contemplated her son jacking on his cock.
Dan was in the doorway, staring at his mother. His gaze moved about her thighs, then up to the creamy swell of her tit. His cock began to grow, becoming hard inside his pants.
The sound of his breathing was the first sign Linda had that her son was there. She opened her eyes, and she saw, first, the bulging of his pants. Then she lifted her gaze to his face. Dan's face was flushed with deepening color, but it was not a blush. It was the flush of intense desire, and his gaze seemed riveted
to her thighs. Linda looked down and saw what her son was gazing at.
Oddly enough, she did not blush.
A slow smile crept over her lips and her eyes began to burn as she watched the front of his pants. There was no doubt in her mind that he wanted to see more, that he was very excited over what he was seeing now. Without really thinking about it, Linda uncrossed her legs and parted them; not far, but enough so her son could see the curls of her pussy. It was a long time before Dan lifted his eyes to look at her face. His mouth was open and he was gasping, his eyes shining.
"Well, honey?" Linda murmured softly.
"I… I… Dan couldn't say a word. He seemed to be choking, and she was amused at his reaction.
Linda held her arms up. "Come to mother, honey," she whispered. She wondered if she was going out of her mind. The urge steaming through her seemed to have total control. Somehow, after talking to Amy about this, Linda was actually going to seduce her son. "Come here, darling. Come here, please."
Dan came into the room, his gaze going back to her exposed pussy, to those inviting cunt hairs. He seemed shy and hesitant, his body trembling. When he was close enough, Linda reached out and pulled him between her
thighs. She hugged him tightly, pressing her face against his stomach. She wrapped her arms about his waist, fighting to keep her hands above his ass.
She lost the fight.
Her hands moved down. For a moment she tried to keep them up, but then gave in. She moaned softly as her hands moved over the tightness of his ass. She heard her sari gasp as her fingers tightened on each cheek of his ass, then his arms were about her head, holding her tightly against his stomach. She felt her son's flesh shiver, and somehow-she didn't remember how it happened-his shirt was open and she was kissing at his stomach.
She felt her son's hands moving down, slipping under her robe, touching her tits, her nipples. Her nipples swelled until they were almost painful, and she shoved her lips against his shaking stomach as her hands clawed at his tight ass cheeks. She mewled as her son grasped her tits, digging and squeezing them. A low gurgle came from her throat as her hands moved in a feverish haste now. She pulled her face away from his stomach, and, with glassy eyes, watched her fingers opening his pants. They didn't seem to be her fingers at all. She wanted to stop this, yet she didn't want to stop. If Dan didn't want her to do this, he would not be squeezing so eagerly at