"I've got a hard-on, Mom," he said, looking up at her. "Watching your movies gives me a hard-on."

He pushed his cock against her thigh.

"You and thousands of others," she heard herself whisper.

Tommy stepped back, staring at her. "Those are pretty panties, Mom."

She watched him push down his pants. His cock jerked into view. Her cunt clenched as if his cock was already in her, the cheeks of her ass bunching tightly. Stepping from his pants, Tommy pulled his t-shirt over his head. He took one of her hands and placed it around his cock curling her fingers tightly. Then he pushed his hand between her legs, rubbing her pantied pussy.

"You're wet, Mom," he moaned softly.

"Like last night. You want to fuck again?"

"No, I… don't," she moaned, writhing her hips as he pressed his palm hard against her cunt.

Tommy glanced at the television. "Like that, Mom."

It was a scene where she was raped. She was on her hands and knees, with a sadistic killer behind her. Her dress was at her waist, and her hip and thigh showed. The camera had lifted to show only the killer's face as he fucked her from behind.

"Tommy, that didn't happen," she tried to explain. "It was only pretend… a movie. I wasn't raped."

"It sure looks good, though," he said, "and I want to fuck you that way, Mom."

Sherri knew it would do her no good to protest. She didn't want to stop him, but she did, too.

"Come on, Mom," he said, urgently pulling at her hands. "I'm going to give it to you like that."

Whimpering softly because she had no choice, Sherri dropped to her hands and knees. Tommy stood behind his mother, gazing at the spread of her shapely ass inside her tight panties. He leaned over and caressed the cheeks of her ass through the nylon, down the backs of her thighs, then up to cup her boiling cunt. Sherri couldn't stop her ass from wagging as her son rubbed at her pussy, and her arms weakened, causing her to lower her face and shoulders to the floor, her ass jutting up wantonly for her excited son.