Unconsciously, Laura drew her son's hand onto her stomach. She was trembling, trying to control her own breathing. She wondered if Sammy had a hard-on. She peeked at his lap, but it was too dark to see. Sammy sat with one knee up on the bed, the other foot on the floor, turned to face her.

"Would you mind if I turned on the light?" she asked him, softly. "It's just a little light, not bright at all."

"Okay, Mom," he said, and she detected a slight quiver in his voice.

She flicked the light on, a soft, dim brightness that cast shadows about the room.

She heard Sammy suck in his breath, and noticed that he was staring at her tits. He couldn't see her tits, of course, but the sheet molded them, even showing the stiffness of her nipples.

Now she could see her son better. She noticed the fly of his pajamas gaped wide, and she searched for a peek of his cock. Her cunt seemed to throb with wet heat. She was naked under her gown, and she felt wetness on her inner thighs.

Suddenly, Laura knew what she wanted.

She knew what her son wanted.

"Mom," Sammy said, his voice nervous. "Do you… I mean," Jason said, "do moms… aw, you know what I mean."

For a moment Laura couldn't answer her son. Excitement flooded her body like never before. Her cunt seemed to expand, and then become tight, and she felt as if she were going to come.

"I was awake," she whispered. Sammy knew what she meant. "You were?"

"Yes, honey," she said softly, placing her hand on the back of his, pushing his palm tighter against her stomach. "I was awake when you and Jason came home."

"Then you were I… doing it, Mom?"

"Doing it?" She giggled. "Well, I guess you can say I was doing it, whatever that means."

"You really were? I didn't think moms did… you know – that."

Laura's eyes grew hot as she tried to see if his cock was hard again.

"Moms do a lot of things, darling," she said softly, her voice becoming thick with desire. "Moms are girls, you know. Just because they're moms does not mean they don't have feelings."