"Mom," I said, my voice sounding far away to my ears. "Your pussy would be even prettier if you weren't wearing your panties."

Mom's next breath trembled as she pulled air into her lungs.

"Please?" I curled my fingers, rubbing the tips over Mom's sensitive flesh. "Seeing wouldn't be the same as touching." I looked up at her. She had her eyes locked on my hand, but she must have felt me staring because she raised her gaze to meet mine. "I was going to see Jenna today, but I don't have to."

"You can see Jenna," Mom whispered. "You just can't do anything sexual with her."

"Then I won't ...