"What have you got there, honey?" she asked as he pulled his hand from beneath his pillow.

"N-nothing, Mom," he said, a flush on his young face.

"You're hiding something from me, Johnny."

"No, Mom!" He tried not to look at her lone legs or straining tits.

Jennifer shoved her hand under his pillow and pulled out the photos that she had left on the table near the couch. She looked at them, as if seeing them for the first time.

"Where did you find these?" she asked. "I thought they had disappeared years ago."

Johnny had the sheet pulled up to his waist, but his cock was sticking up with hardness beneath it. Placing her photos on his night table, Jennifer stared at the way his cock stuck up. Her palm itched to feel it, to take it in her hand and squeeze that hardness.

"Do you like those pictures of me, honey," she said softly, standing at the side of his bed, her eyes burning on the concealed hardness of her son's cock. "I was a teenager then, you know."

She saw him blush. She ran the tips of her fingers over his forehead. Then she trailed them down his chest to the edge of the sheet. She felt his body trembling, but best of all, she saw his cock jerk beneath the sheet.

The urge burned through her, and Jennifer lifted one foot and placed it on his bed, knee up.

"Johnny," she whispered throatily, "look at me."

He looked, then jerked his eyes away.

He had seen the smooth inside flesh of his mother's thigh, all the way to her crotch, he had seen the creamy skin past the top of the nylons and the way her panties pooched with her cunt, the blonde hair showing along the edges of her panties.

"No, baby," she whispered. "Look at me… don't turn away!"

Johnny looked again, and this time he stared openly.

Jennifer swung her uplifted knee farther apart, her panties stretched aver her cunt. She drew her fingers up the nylon and caressed the smooth skin above them slowly, teasingly, her eyes never leaving the thrust of her son's cock under the sheet.