Chapter 4

Slowly Stephanie turned around, from a position on hands and knees with her butt to her son, onto her side and then her back. She kept her legs closed as she did this.

She realized her tits were hanging slightly to the side as she lay back as the result of gravity; the same gravity that made them push down upon themselves and flatten somewhat.

The extraordinarily horny mother watched her 15-year-old son watching her. Her breath rapid, she pulled up her knees with her thighs still shut, and hoped he liked the sight of the cunt bulging between her thighs as she raised her legs up.

'Watch it, son. Look at that hairy snatch of mine, ' Steph thought to herself.

Marty's shyness had disappeared to the point where he was now groping his crotch, squeezing his package through his jeans even though his mother could see it.

He would never look at his mother the same way, now that she was presenting herself in such a hot, alluring way. A physical manifestation of incestuous lust.

Stephanie, feeling her heartbeat pound in her neck and temples, her face burning, reveled in every fraction of a second as she slowly, parted her legs until they could part no further. Her cunt was now fully exposed to her teenage son.

Everything; her bush, her swollen pink clit sticking out from its red hood, the fat outer labia, the meaty flaps of her inner labia, the red gash in between, and even the hair-framed pucker of her asshole was laid bare to the eyes of her son.

"Look at my cunt, son," Stephanie said with an unmistakable tremor in her voice as she said the lewdest thing yet to her boy.

"Look at your mother's wet fucking cunt. My nice, horny, hairy pussy is all wet and juicy for you and because of you."

As Martin was squeezing her crotch, Stephanie involuntarily contracted her muscles, and the boy could see the muscles of his mother's asshole contract into a purplish brown, swollen bundle of muscles. The mother knew her son could see it, and hoped he would. As lewd as it was for a 15-year-old boy to see his mother's snatch in its full glory, to see her most intimate of hole — her asshole — was even nastier, and it made Stephanie feel all the nastier as well. A delicious kind of nasty.

"Look at mommy's cunt... and her asshole, baby. Look at them both. I liked you to see both; they are both naked for you to see," Stephanie groaned.

Her thighs wide and knees raised, the 34-year-old mother started sliding her hands along the inside of her thighs, automatically squeezing her tits between her arms and making them swell and bulge between them. Meanwhile her ass and cunt muscles kept contracting and relaxing. But this time voluntarily, for the benefit of her son.

She slid her hands up her thighs, until her fingers rested on her outer and inner labia, which she then proceeded to spread wide open. The red gash opened up wide and the contractions of her muscles could now also clearly be seen as her vaginal opening contracted and relaxed along with her ass opening.

Marty saw his mother's pussy opening contract and thought it looked like a bit like a rose. That was the first thing that came to him.

The red flesh of Stephanie's pussy was shining from the wetness and a clear drop of vaginal juice crept from the red recesses of Stephanie's cunt, to slowly ooze its way down into the crack of her ass, until it lingered on the rim of her anus. The itching feeling it gave her there served to make Stephanie even more aware of the situation.

The mother let go of her labia and her cunt slowly closed until it was merely a narrow red trench again. As her right hand slid along her right thigh, Stephanie moved the fingers of her left hand through the brown forest of pubic hair, which pushed up between her fingers as they moved up and down.

"Hmmm... I feel so good touching myself like this while you watch, son. Touching every part of my hot cunt while you watch me. I can't tell you how much I liked it that you are standing there looking at me while I slide my fingers all over my naked, burning snatch," Steph said vacant-mindedly, as her fingers were now rubbing up and down her sensitive clit, rubbing over it and alongside of it on both sides so it was squeezed and rubbed between her fingers.

The rubbing motion of her fingers seemed to make her whole cunt move along with it; the skin on her mound with her bush, the clit that went up and down, and the labia that pushed into themselves and then stretched long as the fingers moved up again.

The woman licked her lips as her fingers kept manipulating her twat and her son watched, never ceasing to rub and squeeze his crotch.

"Would you like to see me stick my fingers in my cunt, honey? Would you like to see that? Should mommy finger fuck her hot, wet snatch? Tell me."

"Y... Yeah..." Marty said with a rasp in his voice, his eyes never moving from his mother's crotch.

"Yeah, what? Remember, son. I need to hear you say the words. I need you to be clear with me, and free to say the words. I want to hear you say them."

Marty cleared his throat, and as his heart pounded in his temples, he forced the words out of his mouth that made his cock jump in his pants.

"I would like to see you stick your fingers inside... up... up your hot cunt, mom. I want to see you finger fuck your wet snatch."

Stephanie heard her son say the words and her body almost spasm'd with lust in response. Never before had words like "cunt" and "snatch" sounded so hot, so deliciously lewd as when they came out of her 15-year-old son's mouth.

"Yeahhh... You want to see me fuck the shit out of my snatch with my fingers, don't you baby? You want to see your mom frig her wet, sucking cunt? Tell me."