"Was your dream really that bad, darling?" she tried to comfort him. "What did you dream about?"

"Oh, M-m-mama!" he sobbed jerkingly as he fell into bed beside her. "I dreamed you… you died! It was terrible!"

"Oh, baby, it's all right! I'm not dead! I'm right here beside you!" she comforted him as her arms surrounded his jerking body and pulled him to her warm naked breasts. Keeping herself hid from his view was no longer important. Trying to comfort her weeping son was the only thing that mattered right now. "I'm alive, John. I'm holding you close to me. It was only a dream, a bad dream. Don't cry, please!"

His mother was warm and alive, He snuggled to her as his whimpering subsided, his arms sliding around her naked waist as he tried to pull her closer to him.

"Please, Mama, don't make me leave you!" he pleaded. "Don't make me sleep with Mike. I'm scared."

What could she do? She was completely naked and she was holding her son's body close *to her. John was almost naked. There was nothing covering him but his shorts. She felt the warmth of his young body on her as she shivered again.

"You'll be all right in a minute, then you can go back to bed," she suggested, wondering what she'd do if he insisted on staying with her. "Everything is all right now. I'm alive and that's all that matters."

"But I'm so scared, Mama!" he trembled in her arms. "Let me sleep with you, please!"

She didn't answer him for a moment. She was so hot and bothered she couldn't stand it, and that warm crotch of his pushing at the lower section of her belly didn't help matters. At any-minute one of the other children could walk into the room. What the hell would happen then? There'd be no way to explain holding John close to her naked body. There'd really be no way to explain her nakedness in the first place, even without the presence of her young son.