Now she rose up from the toilet and washed her hands. She pulled the robe more tightly around her overheated body and padded down the hall back to bed.

When she passed Jason's room, she couldn't resist pausing for just a moment and peering inside. He is my son, she thought, I have a right to look in and see if he's okay.

Eighteen year old boys didn't need checking on and she knew it. But she told herself he was still her baby. And in fact he was. But lately her baby made her blood race. He was growing into quite a young man with a nice lean belly and a cute ass. And a big bulge in his crotch that was beginning to make his mother very nervous.

She pressed herself against the wall and peeked inside the room. She smiled, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle a giggle. Boys will be boys, she thought. Jason was laying in the middle of his bed jerking off. A typical teenager, she thought.

She told herself she would only watch him far a moment, but after a while she gave up the pretense. She would watch him until he was through because it was a fascinating sight to see. Here was a child who had wiggled out of her pussy years ago. And who, incidentally, had hurt her like the devil. Now he was there in bed and frigging away. Life was so crazy!

Although her initial response had been amusement and even excitement, she began to feel hornier than ever at the sight of her boy's prick. She hadn't really had a good look at his cock since he was going through puberty. He'd kicked her out of the bathroom then, telling her he was too old for her to see him naked. She'd agreed with the concept. She knew bays who were too close to their mothers ran the danger of becoming homosexual. Still, she missed their old closeness. And she loved watching him jerk off.