Before going to bed, she was thirsty, and forgetting her skimpy attire, walked from her room. Tommy was sitting on the couch, watching her last movie, and she arrived during the scene where she stumbled, her dress over her head to give a brief peek of her cunt.

Tommy laughed. "That's the scene I like best, Mom," he said as she went past him into the kitchen. "Showing your cunt turns me on pretty good."

Sherri had a glass of water, shivering as she heard him.

Going back into the living room, she said softly, "Tommy, I wish you wouldn't use those words."

"What words, Mom?" he asked, looking up at her. He saw her long, naked thighs, then he gazed boldly at the thrust of her tits. The top buttons of the shirt were open, and the satiny, flesh of her rounded tits showed, her nipples -poking against it. "You mean cunt?"

She nodded, biting her lip.

"Well, that's what it is, Mom. Cunt… hot cunt."

She felt rooted to the floor when her son stood and came toward her. She watched him with filmed eyes. He was still dressed in his jeans and t-shirt. He stopped in front of her" and opened her shirt to let her tits show. He twisted her nipples gently, pulling on them. Sherri breathed softly, balling her fists at her sides, knowing what was going to happen, wanting and not wanting it. She couldn't stop her son from unbuttoning her shirt, dragging it from her shoulders. She didn't resist when he fondled her tits, then closed his hot wet mouth over one and sucked it. He caressed her body as he sucked her tit, sliding his hands about her creamy flesh, her outer thighs and hips and ass. Her legs shook dangerously as she bit at her bottom lip, eyes closed, unable to stop the bubbling desire between her long legs.