“I’ve never done anything like it before,” and Bev looked slightly baffled and blushed. No mother could wish for a better son then her Benny. Can you imagine that, lifting your dress up for your son?”
Bev nodded slowly still transfixed by her son’s story, and she was so turned on by both his words and his hands. He moved the doona passed her chest and down her tummy and passed her hips, and to his delight he saw that his mother’s nighty had ridden up to well above her knees and he could see her lovely legs. “What did he say to her?” Bev asked wanting to hear the story. “What did he say to her?” Bev asked wanting to hear the story. No mother could wish for a better son then her Benny. “Mmm,” Bev seemed to reply in agreement. “No say it,” he told her while caressing the very top of her thighs, within a fraction of an inch of her pussy. “The son told his mum that in his dream he pulled her panties down to look at her pussy. Easy enough thought Benny. Bev asked surprised. “But you enjoyed?” Benny asked. Benny’s hands were now nearly all the way up his mum’s inner thighs to her panties, and instinctively Bev spread her knees wide.
