"Are you sick or something?" she asked. "How come you aren't outside with Brad or Judy?"

"It's too early, Mom," he said, not looking at her. "They have things to do before they can run around."

"Perhaps I should assign you a few chores around here," she, smiled fondly at him. "It would help keep you out of misehief."

She leaned over to pick up the scattered newspapers and her robe parted, exposing her tits. When she straightened up, she found Jack staring at her. She could almost feel his eyes on her tits and for a moment she stood with them exposed a steamy sensation between her thighs. Jack lifted his eyes to hers and she saw the hot interest in them. Finally she pulled the robe together, covering her tits.

"I've got to fix this damn robe one of these days," she said, her voice unusually husky.

"I saw your tits, Mom!" Jack laughed.

"Jack!" she gasped, a warm flush spreading over her face.

"Well, I did," he grinned impishly. "You know, Mom, you've got real pretty tits."

"You're asking for a slap across the mouth, young man," she said. But there was no force in her words. Her legs began to shake and she suddenly felt weak.

Turning, she walked on her shaking legs to the over-stuffed chair and sat down. She gazed at her son, her eyes sweeping to the front of his pants. Like most boys his age, his jeans fit tightly, and she saw the slight lump of his prick. Immediately her mind began to visualize him pissing then the mental picture changed. She saw her son standing at the toilet, his cock very hard. The fantasy grew and she saw him jacking off. So involved in this fantasy, her eyes remained on the front of his pants, the picture growing until she could see him comming, the thick, white come juice spewing from the head of his cock.