"I've seen them, Mom," he said softly.

Sherri blushed.

"I found your movies," Tommy said. "I've been looking at them when you go out with Frank."

"Tommy!" she gasped. "I told you, you were too young to see those frightening films."

Her son grinned. "They didn't scare me, Mom. But you sure were beautiful!"

Her son came into the room and sat down on the side of the bed, facing her. She noticed he was trembling slightly.

"Honey," Sherri said softly, placing one hand on top of his as she held the sheet up with the other. "You weren't supposed to find them. I just wanted you to get older before you saw them."

"I'm old enough," he challenged.

Sherri giggled softly. Tommy tried so hard to look grown up when he was angry, but all he looked like was a pouting little boy.

"Well, I am!" he said when she giggled.

"You may think you are, but you're still a little boy," she answered, sliding her hand up his arm to his shoulder. "You've still got a lot to learn in life."

"I'm still old enough," he insisted, gazing intently at her exposed hip and thigh.

"Sure you are," she murmured, caressing his shoulder. "But what art you old enough for?"

"Old enough to do anything Frank can do for you," he said.

"No, not quite," Sherri replied. "Tommy, he means a lot to me, you know."

"And I don't?"

"Please, baby," she soothed softly, sliding her hand up and down his naked back. "You know you mean the world to me. It's just that Frank is… I'm a woman, and there's certain… needs…"

"I know about needs," Tommy said, and she noticed his voice was getting husky. "I have needs, too, Mom. I may be young, but I have them and I can do anything he can do for you." Sherri tried to avoid looking at his crotch, but her eyes drifted there anyway. His eyes widened a bit and her breath caught in her throat. Tommy's cock was quite hard now, pushing upward against his thin pajamas. She warily covered her hip and thigh, and in the process, exposed her tit again. Before she could cover it, Tommy was staring at it with hot eyes.