"Anything," he whispered.

"You've been watching my films," Sherri said, her voice shaking. "You're responding to an image."

"Image? No way, Mom," he said. "I've got the real thing here. You're not an image."

Sherri had to fight to keep from looking down at his pajamas, and she could feel her nipples stiffening against the satin sheet.

She didn't want to feel desire for her son. To help herself, she lay back on the bed, hoping this would help her keep her hands off him. But she realized her mistake immediately. The satin sheet molded her body, outlining every luscious curve to perfection, and Tommy was gazing down at her with hot, greedy eyes.

"Mom… " he moaned, and began to inch the sheet down.

"No, Tommy," she said, but her voice was weak, without force. She tried to hold the sheet, but her fingers were weaker than her voice. She stared up at his face, unable to stop him. "Tommy, please, don't, baby."

But Tommy was much too excited to listen. He pulled the satin sheet down, exposing his mother's tits. He stopped breathing for a moment as he looked at them. They stood up firm, pink nipples stiff, trembling slightly. Sherri held her arms stiffly at her sides, swallowing with nervousness, wanting to stop him, yet not wanting to stop him.

Then Tommy started to pull the sheet lower.

"No, baby, please…"

"I saw you in the movies," he son said, his voice very low. "I want to see you for real, Mom."

"Honey, you must not… don't do this… Tommy, please…"

The sheet was drawn to her knees, and Tommy stared down at her naked body. His eyes riveted upon the thick bush of her pussy-hair, and Sherri clamped her thighs tightly. She was trembling now, her eyes turning misty… misty with desire, sparkling brightly.