barely manage to pull her clothes off and crawl into bed. By the time her head hit the pillow, she was well oh her way to sleep.

When Jim woke the next morning he felt great. He lay between the warm sheets as the lingering memory of his dreams made his already-hard prick tingle. He stretched, then rolled over so his cock was pressed between his belly and the mattress. He had almost decided to jerk off when he noticed that his door was open. A cold feeling went through him as he tried to imagine how the door, which he had closed the night before, was opened during the night.

His prick shriveled and he slipped out of bed. As he pulled his pants on, he saw a glass with a small amount of fluid in it sitting on his dresser. He sniffed the glass and smelled whiskey.

It was clear that his mother came into his room, left the glass and didn't close the door when she left. He wondered why..

CHAPTER TWO

Peg was already sitting at the kitchen table when Jim came in with the glass. He hadn't thought about what to say, if anything, and hoped that his mother would explain. Peg saw the glass as an omen of trouble.

"Good morning," she said with as much casualness as she could. "There's some pancake batter in the bowl and the pan's still hot."

Jim put the glass in the sink, said good morning and began making some pancakes for himself. Peg knew that she'd better say something. The boy obviously knew that she'd been in his mom.

"Did I leave that glass in your room?" she asked. "Someone did," Jim said without expression. "Yeah, welt, you know last night was your father's and my anniversary and I had a few drinks to celebrate. Before I went to sleep, I looked in on you just like I used to when you were small.

Mothers get sentimental once in a while, you know."