Her son returned for dinner and spent that evening at home. Not a word passed between them as they sat and watched re-runs on the color television. Marian, urged by her jealousy, sat with her housedress pushed up her thighs and, although her son peeked frequently, he said nothing. But she noticed that his cock was in a constant state of hardness, and that he made no effort to conceal it from her.

Later, as she lay in bed unable to sleep, her cunt boiled more than it ever had in her life, and she was in torment. She could not rid herself of the torturing picture of her son fucking Judy. And the more she thought of that, the hotter and wetter her cunt became.

She was, still wide awake when she saw her bedroom door opening. Her heart thudded in her chest when she saw her son enter the room. He wore only jockey shorts. Marian had not turned off her bedside lamp and the room was illuminated with soft light.

Jack came directly into the room and stood beside his mother's bed, looking down at her. With a strange sensation of tingling anticipation, Marian gazed up at him. Not a word passed between them, and Marian made no protest when Jack reached out and took hold of the sheet covering her. He lifted it, then shoved it down.

Usually Marian wore a nightgown but this particular night she had pulled on a lacy, almost sheer shorty gown that had been her husband's favorite. He had liked it because it was so sexy, he told her. Her nipples were exposed by the lacy material and the sheer fabric hung not quite to the bottom of her ass. With the sheet at her feet, her son was seeing her body quite clearly.

Her eyes roamed down his hairless chest, then fixed upon the swelling lump in his shorts. There was a moist spot where the head of his cock pressed and she longed to reach out and touch it.