Ted was sitting on the toilet, his legs spread and his cock hard. He was, or had been, jerking off frantically. The boy gave a yelp of surprise when his mother entered and saw what he was doing. He tried to stuff his hard cock down between his legs, but it jerked upright again. He tried once more, and the same thing happened.

Joan laughed, a low, throaty sound. "I guess you can't hide it, can you?" she said.

"Aw, Mom," Ted blushed.

"A hard-on isn't anything to be ashamed of, Ted," Joan said, surprising herself with her choice of words. "Nor should you be ashamed of playing with it."

Ted lowered his eyes, but his cock kept standing up straight and hard. He closed his thighs, but it didn't help at all. His balls squeezed up from them.

Joan stared at her son's cock and balls, an itch tormenting the palms of her hands. "I know how good it can feel," she went on, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I understand the feeling very well, honey. I know you can't leave it alone when you get hard like this. I know you have to touch it, play with it."

As she whispered, her eyes burning on his cock, she was moving farther into the bathroom, getting closer and closer to her son. His trunks had dropped from her hand, forgotten. She was a foot away from him now, her knees shaking as she stared down at his cock. The head was swollen smoothly, and he was dripping from his piss-hole, the shaft visibly throbbing.

She hardly realized it when she began to sink to the floor, bending her knees, squatting at her son's side, her hand resting on one of his hot knees. She licked her lips as she stared at his cock and balls, seeing the wiry hair at the base.

"I know the feelings a boy gets sometimes," she murmured with a thickening voice, her hand moving slowly up his trembling thigh. "It's difficult to ignore, honey. Girls get that way, too. There's nothing at all to be ashamed of."