Jimmy was on top of the sheets, sleeping in nothing but his shorts. But his cock and balls were exposed from the leg of them. Carol smiled to herself as she thought of her son playing with them before he went to sleep. She knew he played with his cock because she had seen the damp spots on his sheets. There were too many of those spots to be nothing but wet dreams, she knew.

She had seen his cock before, when she had covered him with the sheet at night. But now…

There was a bellow of hunger in the pit of her stomach. The beast was pacing again, roaring, and her cunt began to pulsate like liquid fire.

Before she realized what she was doing, she stood beside his bed, looking down at his cock and balls in the light of the moon. Jimmy's cock, she noticed immediately, was not as large as Mike's. Jimmy's prick was about four inches long, slimy and smooth with a nice head. His cock was, of course, hard.

She looked at his cock, seeing the prick head so sweetly swollen and smooth, a bead of moisture on the piss hole. His balls, also smaller than Mike's, had hair but not as much. He had one leg thrown wide, bent at the knee.

Cock!

The beast within her was screaming the word, and her eyes became glassy. She felt the overpowering urge to reach out and take her son's cock in her hand, to pump up and down

on his prick, jack him off as he slept. But it wouldn't work, she knew. Jimmy would wake up, if not while she jacked on his cock then he would certainly wake up when she made him come.

Yet, Carol stood there, looking down at her son's cock and balls. She licked at her puffy bruised lips, the desire to taste his beautiful cock strong. She wanted to lean over and lick away that bead of slippery sweetness on his piss hole, and there was a fiery sensation in and around her cunt.