The fourth finger was slipping into her overflowing sheath when she heard the knob of her door jiggle a little. Her fingers very quickly slurped from her hot snatch as she turned to her side. She didn't even have time to cover herself before her

Redheaded son barged into the room.

Her mind went blank. What could she do? Sleep? That's it! She'd pretend to be asleep.

"Mama, are you awake?" he sobbed as he walked up to the bed. "Please be awake! I need you… Mama!"

She couldn't pretend, not with her son on the verge of tears. Besides, he'd probably seen her turn onto her side.

"What's the matter, darling?" she looked tenderly at him. "Why are you whimpering?"

"I had a bad dream," he whimpered as a tear trickled down his cheek. "I can't go back to sleep."

Her hands reached out to his as she tried to keep her breasts covered with her arms. It was shameful enough her young son had discovered her naked like this. She surely couldn't allow him to view her private parts. She was suddenly glad John was her

youngest child-it would've been more than shameful if she'd been discovered by one of the older ones. It would've been downright disgraceful. Even '. Martha would've been smart enough to figure she'd been playing with herself.

She shivered a little. What if Tom's had walked in on her? Worse yet, what if her own Mike had seen her like this?

She suddenly wondered why she was thinking of Judy belonging to Tom and Mike belonging to her. Maybe it was because they were older than the other two and she didn't want either of them seeing her naked. They loved all the children as if they were full brothers and sisters. They'd always been mother and daddy to all of them. Judy was two and Mike was three when she and Tom married. Hell, they'd never known another mother or daddy.

She squeezed John's hands tenderly as she hid her breasts from his view.