A sex magazine. People fucking and sucking. She turned the pages and realized with a jolt the magazine had a theme. All the pictures involved young men and older women.

Women like herself and young men who looked young enough to be teenagers.

She put the magazine down on a nearby chair and looked at Ken again. She looked at his cock and the way his fingers curled around his cockshaft and she was sorry she hadn't been there to watch him shoot off.

It was crazy, of course, he would never have done it in front of her, but she was not sorry she missed it anyway.

She imagined his hot jism spurting out of his cockhead in a geyser of cum.

Boys his age always shot a big load of fuck-cream when they came. They always had full balls.

She couldn't resist touching him. Easing herself down, she sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to run her fingertip over the pink bag that held his balls.

Ken stirred and opened his eyes.

He looked at her and his eyes grew wide with surprise and fright and he pulled his hand away from his cock to grab the sheet to cover himself.

She stopped him.

She put her hand on his cock and shook her head and said, "Don't worry, baby, it's all right."

"Jesus, Mom, I…"

"I know. You thought I wouldn't be home until later. It's not your fault. You don't have to explain. There's nothing wrong with jerking off, honey. Every boy does it. Just relax." Then she felt his prick growing stiff under her fingers and she smiled. "Look at that, he's standing up like a soldier. That's lovely. You don't know how exciting it is for a woman to watch that. Look at it, look how big he is."

The boy groaned and closed his eyes and dropped his head back on the pillow.

Brenda knew there was no turning back now.

She had her fingers curled around his throbbing cockshaft and she slowly stroked his cockskin up and down over the hard muscle.