Bobby picked up his science-fiction novel and began reading again, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Sharon couldn't understand this attitude. She sat there so excited she could hardly keep still, intensely aroused – and her son could calmly curl up and start reading his book. Surely her excitement was being transmitted to him. Bobby seemed to have a nose for hot pussy. He seemed able to pick out a girl in crowds, and invariably he would be right, because the girl or woman would soon reveal a flash of thigh, or something. If he could detect such things, she didn't understand why he couldn't detect she sat there with a boiling cunt.

The thoughts in her mind startled her.

What did she want her son to do? Grab her and rape her?

Bobby wouldn't do anything unless she gave him some indication of what she wanted, of her willingness, she knew. Sure, he might sit there and jack off, but that wasn't the same as pulling her panties off and shoving his cock up her cunt, fucking her deliciously.

"How many times today?" she heard herself asking, her voice strange and low.

Bobby didn't answer, but lifted his hand with two fingers up.

Twice today, she thought. He'd jacked off two times today, and he said he does it three and four times. That means…

"Are you ready to do it again, honey?" she asked, hardly recognizing her own voice.

Bobby placed his book down on the table at the end of the couch and looked at his mother.

"You wanna see me do it again, Mom?" Despite the blush on her beautiful face, Sharon nodded her head.

"You really wanna see me jack off again, Mom?" he asked excitedly. "You're not teasing me, are you?"

"Please," she whispered. "Can you do it again… now?"

For a reply, Bobby opened his pants and pulled his cock out. Sharon stared hotly.