"Yeah, I wouldn't mind some milk," he said.

Alice's eyebrows arched. She hugged her arms around her chest. "You look at my boobs and think of milk." She tousled his hair and the boy blushed. "I better start covering up around here."

When she returned from the kitchen, she handed him a glass of milk and a plate of cookies. "I only do this for sick boys," she said, plopping down on the sofa.

He wolfed down the food and the milk and when he was through he pushed his hand back into his pocket. This time Alice knew for certain he was jerking off.

She kept her magazine on her lap and gazed at him occasionally. She liked to see how excited he was becoming. It gave her a feeling of power. Maybe her marriage had failed, but her sons thought she was a sexy woman. That was something anyway in this lousy world.

She found herself teasing him. I'm entitled, she thought. He'll be jerking off anyway. Why shouldn't I have a little fun out of it?

She wondered if the boy was a virgin. She'd never discussed sex with any of the boys. She'd insisted their father tell them the facts of life. She hadn't even seen Jake's cock since he was six. He made her leave the bathroom while he was peeing and after that he always locked the door when he showered.

The other boys followed his example and it had been a while since she'd seen a cock around the house. She sighed. Sometimes she thought it would be nice to have a daughter. She felt left out of what seemed to her to be a secret society of jock straps and hard-ons.

Her sex life was uneventful. Whenever she met a man and he found out she had three children, he cooled off. She didn't like to bring men home once the boys were old enough to know what was going on. So the only alternative was going to a man's apartment if he lived alone. Most times they didn't. She walked around horny a good deal of the time.