Barbara awoke with a sudden start. She yawned and glanced at her watch, then she smiled as she remembered the hardness of her son's little cock. It'd been such a beautiful dream, a dream so real it was almost as if it'd actually happened. She turned to her side, then her heart pounded wildly. Her naked son was lying beside her.

''Oh, my God!" she gasped, his youthful nakedness bringing her back to reality. It was no dream. Every moment of sinful bliss had been the real thing. "I've seduced my son. In my moments of sinful lust I compelled my baby to fuck me. What'll he think of me? What I'll do?"

She looked at her watch again. It was six o'clock. The rest of her children would be awake in a little while. John must be in his own bed before the others realized what had happened.

She frantically shook his sleeping body, then his eyes fluttered open.

"Morning, Mama," he muttered as he slipped his arm around her naked waist. "I'm glad I slept with you, aren't you?"

"Yes, darling," she groaned in despair. "But you've got to go to your bed before the others awake. You'd better put on your shorts and leave." "Why, Mama?" he asked sleepily, then snuggled up to her naked warmness. "You weren't worried about them last night."

"I wasn't worried about anything last night, but I was crazy with lust," she shook with fear. "Get your shorts on and go to your room. No one must • find out what we've done. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes, I understand," he groaned as he climbed out of bed and slipped on his shorts, then he walked over to her door and opened it, "but I enjoyed what we did, Mama."