The inside of her thighs were sticky with juices of passion. Her quivering pussy was tingling and itching with a desire she'd never felt. Tom had left her in this predicament many times, but she'd never felt such a desperate need for a cock after he-went work. What could she do? She needed to ram something into her frothing depths. How could she do that? John was pleading to sleep with her,

"You never answered me, Mama," he shivered a little, "Are you going to let me sleep with you? Please!"

"Y-y-yes!" she heard her voice tremble, not knowing how else to answer him. "You can stay with me."

"Thank you. Mama," he sighed as he kissed her on the cheek. "I'm not scared anymore."

Barbara was now the scared one. She was scared to death John would feel the wetness between her legs. She must do something. The itching and tingling in her pussy was growing worse. She'd never get any sleep holding his warm body next to her, not without first satisfying her throbbing membranes. She couldn't frig herself with him lying beside her. She must use the privacy of the bathroom.

"Will you be all right by yourself for awhile?" she asked anxiously. "I need to use the bathroom."

"Yes. But please hurry," he pleaded hopefully. "I don't want to be by myself."

"I'll hurry, darling," she promised, not knowing how the hell she was going to get to her robe without him seeing her naked pussy.

She wouldn't dare ask him to close his eyes. He'd know she was ashamed of being naked with him and he'd suspect something was wrong. She suddenly shivered a little. He'd also suspect something was wrong if she got up and put on her robe. He'd know she felt guilt about something and she couldn't allow that. The only thing she could do is slip out of bed and go to the bathroom just as she was, naked as hell. It would surely appear less conspicuous to her son if she pretended this was a normal thing for her.