Now that Charlie had his balls drained, he was in a calmer mood and ready to go home. Thank God, Brenda thought.

Charlie was really sweet, but she wanted an evening at home with Ken tonight.

She kissed Charlie and promised to see him in a few days and hurried out of the car and up the walk to the house.

At the front door she turned and waved goodbye to Charlie. He waved back and pulled the car away from the curb.

Maybe I'm stupid, she thought. Maybe I ought to marry him and stop dreaming about crazy possibilities.

It was awful for a woman to be obsessed with her own son like this.

Opening the front door, she stepped in to the house.

It was quiet. Usually Ken had the TV going downstairs or upstairs in his room. But now it was quiet and she wasn't even sure if he was home.

She closed and locked the door and climbed the stairs to the bedrooms.

The door to his room was open and she saw he had the light on in there.

Then she looked in and there he was on the bed fast asleep.

There was nothing wrong with a young boy having a nap in the evening. He had no reason to expect Brenda home for hours yet. There was nothing wrong about sleeping.

But it was more than that. He had his pants and shorts down at his ankles and his hand holding his cock.

He was just holding his cock with his fingers. His cock wasn't hard, but Brenda hadn't seen her son's prick in years and she was fascinated.

Then she noticed the wad of Kleenex on the bed and the glistening spots on his thigh and she realized he'd been jerking off.

She moved quietly into the room. There was a magazine on the floor. She bent down and picked it up and muffled a gasp when she saw what it was.