Jason watched, his mother's hand as it moved between her legs. He breathed in deeply through his nose as he watched her hips shift as she widened her legs so that her hand could reach through. Now, with a slightly better view, he got a much clearer view of her dark curly bush, but any glimpse of her lips beneath was quickly hidden by his mother's hand and the toilet paper she used to wipe her lips. He felt his c**k twitch in his pants as he imagined what her p***y lips must look like, what she looked like from beneath that lid.
Deborah's breath caught as she visibly saw her son's c**k twitch through his pants. She placed her knees together again, and shifted her hips, but not from wanting to shield the view of herself, rather from pure horniness. Not wanting to get up afraid that her son
