Frank knew about her brief career; he had seen her films. He had been the editor on the last one. Yet, when they met and began to date, he had not recognized her. That was understandable because she had changed her hairstyle and let the platinum grow out until it was the natural wheat blonde again.

"Want me to turn your light out, Mom?"

Sherri let out a squeal, jerking at the sheet and yanking it over her naked body as she turned to see her son in the doorway.

"How long have you been standing there?" she asked, not sure she wanted to know.

Tommy leered at her. "Long enough."

She glared at him, but as usual, couldn't stay mad long. A slow smile started over her face. Tommy was wearing only the bottom half of his pajamas, and her eyes drifted to the fly. The fly gaped slightly, and she noticed her son showed evidence of a half-hard cock, and her smile faded.

Tommy had been standing there for about five minutes, looking at his mother's back. It was not the first time. He peeked at her as often as he could, but Sherri didn't know it. Tonight was the most he had ever seen. He had been gazing at her smooth back, seeing her rounded ass and long thighs. She had been lying with one thigh drawn up, and the soft curls of her cunt showed, and this explained his hard cock.

She held the satin sheet to her neck. It clung to her jutting tits, her nipples peaked against it. One long thigh was still exposed.

"Mom, Frank has been here again, hasn't he?" Tommy said, accusing her with his eyes.

"Tommy, when are you going to learn I have a life of my own?" she asked. "I thought you liked him."

"I do, but not when he's in bed with my mother."

The sheet slipped, and before Sherri could catch it, one of her firm, shapely tits showed, the pink nipple jutting outward. As she pulled the sheet over it, she saw her son lick his lips.