"Are you hungry, Johnny?" she asked when the news program ended.
"No, Mom."
"I'm not, either," she said. "How about we go pot-luck, eat what we can find?"
"Okay by me," he answered, doing his best not to look when she lifted her feet from the coffee table again.
When she left for the kitchen, she saw that her son's cock was outlined along one side of his jeans, appearing very hard.
Fixing the light dinner, Jennifer began smiling.
CHAPTER TWO
The idea of doing it came to her while getting ready for bed.
Her son wanted her, wanted her body, there was no doubt in her mind. He had her pictures, and was jacking off to them. Whether or not her son had ever felt a soft, hot, wet cunt on his cock or not, she had no idea.
She stood naked at the side of her bed, one knee on it in preparation to climb in when the urge came over her. Her flesh was on fire and her cunt was becoming very steamy as she wondered what her son's reaction would be.
But the compulsion was strong, and she couldn't resist it.
Jennifer slipped on a pair of skimpy bikini panties, hooked her garter belt around her hips, then pulled on flesh-colored nylons. She pulled her short robe about her body and went to her son's room.
"Are you sleeping yet?" she called into his room softly.
Johnny, startled, began stuffing something under his pillow. His bedside light was on when she had walked in. Her tits pressed in twin points against the front of her short robe.