Sherri began to tremble as she thought, why stop now?

Her hand slipped downward, and her finger tips brushed his limp cock. She ran her finger tips lightly along the shaft, over the smooth head, feeling him still wet on his piss hole. Very carefully, she closed her palm about her son's cock and delightful balls, holding them as she pressed at his back, finally going to sleep.

When she woke up, she was at first startled to find her son sleeping next to her. For a moment, she was puzzled, then remembered the night before.

During the night Tommy had kicked the satin sheet off the bed, and they both were naked. Sherri sat up, looking at her son. He was sprawled on his back, arms and legs flung wide. Her eyes moved to his cock and balls, and she felt a lurching sensation in her body. His cock looked so small and vulnerable, his balls loose and hanging between his spread legs. Her palm itched and she wanted to hold his cock and balls again, to feel them and caress them and fondle them.

Almost reluctantly, she climbed carefully off the bed so as not to awaken her son. With a last look at him, she entered her bathroom and bathed, washing away the juices that had dried on her flesh. She was surprised at how good she felt, at her lack of shame and guilt. By the time she finished her bath, she was tingling with good sensations.

Wrapping a large towel around her naked body, she went back into the bedroom. Tommy was awake now, but still on his back. And his cock was very hard, standing upright, and his balls didn't look at all loose. For a moment she stood looking down at him. Tommy was smiling, showing he remembered the night before, too.

Then Tommy took the bottom edge of the towel in his fingers and thumb.

Sherri's breath caught, her eyes looking steadily into his. Tommy tugged, and the towel came away, falling to the floor, leaving Sherri standing there naked. She stood with her shoulders back, her tits jutting out beautifully, hands hanging at her sides.