And no one to cool the fire between her thighs.

Unless… Peggy shrugged away from the mirror.

She stood near the bed, eyes closed, seeing her son's cock bulge in his pants last night. The steamy wetness in her cunt kept tormenting her, torturing her, until, she was certain she would lose her mind. She wanted to tear her clothing off and stuff everything she could find up her cunt. To fuck herself insane.

The banging of the front door drew her attention.

She heard her son moving down the hall past her room and into the hall bath. She heard the bathroom door slam, and she knew Tommy had gotten into more trouble at school.

She left her room and knocked on the bathroom door.

"Tommy, are you all right, honey?"

She heard a muffled sob.

"Tommy, answer me!" she demanded. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Mom."

"Are you sun?"

"Yes, I'm sure! Please, Mom, just let me use the bathroom, okay?"

She walked to the living room, knowing that he had some problems. Everytime he came home from school and went straight to the bathroom, she knew he had some difficulty. She sat down on the couch and waited, knees together, hands folded in her lap.

She looked up when he entered. "Oh, Tommy!" she gasped.

His nose was puffy and bloody. She jumped up and ran to him, taking his face in her hands and examining him closely. His upper lip was swollen, and there was a small split near the corner. "You've been fighting again!"

"Aw, it wasn't much of a fight, Mom," he said modestly.

"But you're hurt, darling."

"Only a bloody nose and split lips," he grinned. "You should have seen the other guy… not a mark on him."

"Oh, Tommy!" she said, hugging him. "You know I don't like you fighting. And you promised me you wouldn't fight anymore."