allowed him to look, then pushed her knees almost together, but not quite. Although Kenny could no longer see his mother's panties, he
could see high up her thighs.
Then Kenny grinned at her.
Kathy grinned back, wantonly. Once more she wrinkled her nose and pushed her tongue out at him. She giggled, the sound deliciously wicked.
'Do you do that often, Mom?' Kenny asked, and she heard the quiver in his voice.
'Do what?' she asked, sweetly innocent. 'Flash,' Kenny said.
'What do you know about flashing?' she teased, her eyes lowering with pretended shyness.
'That's what it's called,' he said.
'Is it?' Kathy purred. 'I suppose you like it, don't you?'
Kenny nodded his head, his face flushing. She knew her son wasn't embarrassed-the flush was due to his intense excitement.
'And?' she asked.
'And what, Mom?'
'Me,' she mewled. 'Do you like it when I flash?'
'Oh, yeah!'
Kathy trembled, feeling the lips of her cunt swell, her clit start that delicious tingling. She felt wetness seeping from her cunt, soaking into the nylon of her panties. She felt the urge to fling her legs wide apart there on the bench, give
her son a good, long look at her. But others might see, too. Kathy really didn't mind if others saw her, but she didn't know about Kenny.
'Do you ever do it, honey?' Kenny shook his head.
'But would you?'
'Maybe.'
'For me?' she whispered throatily. 'Would you flash it if I wanted you to?'
'Mom, do you know what you're saying?'
'Very much,' she replied.
She watched her son closely, hardly breathing, hoping… desperately hoping. If her son refused, she didn't know what she would do. This was part of her plan, although it had come up quickly. If her son didn't want to do it, if he refused to cooperate with her, Kathy didn't know what she would do. She wanted to be fucked badly, very, very badly. She wanted to fuck her son, take his young, strong cock so deep into her fiery cunt, she would taste it in her mouth.
Kenny couldn't turn her down! He just couldn't!
She watched his right hand move toward his shorts. She held her breath, anticipating her first peek at his cock. Kenny, like her, didn't look around. He toyed with the leg of his shorts a
moment, then pulled them away from his crotch. A hiss of breath came from his mother. She was disappointed. All she saw was the crotch of his jockeys. His balls were there, making a sweet bulge, but that was all she saw. But it was enough to make her cunt throb. The fact that he had done this much sent a ripple of heat about her pussy.
'Is that all I get to see, baby?' she said huskily.
'It's all I got to see, Mom!' He grinned at her.
Kathy felt elated. Her son understood, he knew what she was after, and he was going for it. The only thing left was for her to take it farther, take it all the way. Kenny would not go for it if she didn't lead him.
Looking him straight in the eye, she whispered: 'But you want to see more, right?'
He nodded.
'A lot more?'
'As much as you'll let me,' Kenny answered.
'Perhaps… all of me?'
'Oh, yeah, Mom!' he said, enthusiastically, his eyes lighting up brightly.
'If you mean that… 'She glanced at the outline of his throbbing hard-on.
'I do, Mom! Gosh, I sure do!'
With her pulses racing, her silky flesh tingling,
Kathy parted her legs, leaving them open for some time. Kenny stared between his mother's thighs at her panties.
'What color?' she asked softly.
'Pink… pink and black.'
Kathy pulled in a deep breath, her tits pushing outward, her nipples molded by the nylon blouse. She watched her son's eyes lift to them as she closed her knees. She stood up, and Kenny started to get up, too.
'Wait,' she said, stepping toward him. 'Peek up my dress.'
She stepped over her son, paused with her legs open, then stepped away. But the brief glimpse was enough for her son to look straight up into her pantied crotch.
'Now you can get up, baby,' she purred, reaching for his hand.
Kenny stood, his cock bulging out with hardness. He looked around now. 'How am I gonna walk with this?'
'Proudly, baby… proudly.'
She took his hand and they started out of the park. She was pleased that her son didn't try to conceal his cock. She was pleased that he walked at her side, holding her hand tightly, his cock on display for anyone that wanted to see it. Kenny walked all the way home, with his hard-on straining against his cut-offs. Kathy
imagined him without his jockeys; the swollen head of his cock exposed from the frayed legs. Her cunt burned, dripping into the crotch of her panties. She squeezed her son's hand, brushing the back of it along her thigh as they walked. Since Kenny was glancing at her tits often, she held her shoulders back to make them stand out more. Once, she gave a shimmy to her shoulders, which caused her naked tits to jiggle. Kenny grinned, and she winked wantonly at him as she squeezed his hand again.
She had the crazy desire to be naked under the short skirt, naked so she could haul his cock out right there, take it into her cunt from behind, get fucked by him on the sidewalk, and. to hell with anything.
She quickened her pace, and Kenny stayed with her. Her cunt was on fire, her clit ready to burst. She moaned softly, her need becoming desperate. She looked down at his cock often, as if making sure it remained hard, and of course it did. She pulled her son's arm about her waist, draping hers over his shoulder. Their bodies touched now as they walked. The brushing of him against her made her cunt steam. She obeyed the impulse and pushed his hand downward from her waist, curling his fingers into one compact cheek of her ass, her own hand atop his. Kenny gasped and looked up at her, and
Kathy grinned lewdly.
'Hold it for a while,' she suggested.
Kenny felt his mother's ass bouncing with movement as they walked, and when she removed her hand from his, Kathy was pleased he left his palm there. The feel of his hand cupping her ass sent a sparkling sensation of heat from her feet to the top of her head. Kenny squeezed his mother's ass, chuckling softly with delight.
'Mmmmm,' Kathy mewled, hugging him against her. 'DO it again!'
He squeezed, digging his fingers into her firm flesh.
'Oh, God!' Kathy cried out softly. 'I think we better hurry home!'
By the time they reached their house, Kathy was burning up. Her cunt was pulsating wetly, and her clit was so tight, so very hard, she could hardly stand the brush of her panties on it. Everything was going to be fine, she knew. Kenny wanted it as much as she did, and she wanted his cock with a desperation that was new to her. She always wanted cock, but now that need was more intense than ever.
CHAPTER TWO
