Diane awakened early the next morning to do some housework and fix breakfast for her family. At six that morning, with only a pale gray light filtering through the blinds, she climbed out of bed and covered her nakedness with a robe, knotting it around her slender waist with the sash. Then she went into the kitchen.

She put on the coffee and opened the refrigerator for some cream, but she hadn't slept well, and she was sleepy enough to knock the carton of half-and-half onto the floor.

"Shit," Diane murmured. She looked around the kitchen for the mop, but realized that she'd left it in the kids' bathroom the other day when cleaning upstairs. Frowning, Diane padded barefoot through the living room and walked up the stairs.

But as she turned down the hallway towards the bathroom, Diane noticed something. Her son Kenny's bedroom door was open. Only partly open, but enough so that she could see him lying on the bed.

On his back. He was naked. His cock was sticking up. He had an enormous hard-on.

Passing his door, Diane stopped dead in her tracks. For several seconds she stared in shock through the open door, unable to believe what she was looking at. Kenny was fast asleep, his eyes closed and his lips curled in a dreamy smile. He had apparently kicked the covers to the foot of the bed while dreaming.

It was apparently a very sexy dream, because his cock was as hard as a rock. His prick stood out from his balls and cock fur, rising over his stomach, the prick knob pulsing lightly over his navel.

"Oh, shit," Diane whispered. "Oh fucking God, oh fuck…"