She got out of bed, trying to appear cool and calm about her nakedness. Her heart pounded in her chest as his young eyes moved over her body, then she trembled mysteriously as his gaze came to rest on her red haired pussymound. She was certain he could see the glistening wetness between her thighs. What would she do? What could she do? He was looking anxiously at her sex-starved pussy and his very young eyebrows were raised in a sinful arch. He licked at his lips as her cuntal sheath contracted crazily. A sudden thrilling chill shot up and down her spine as she realized a certain pleasure from her young son's exploring eyes. Jesus, what the hell was happening to her? Was she losing her goddamned mind?

"What's the matter, darling?" she asked, her body trembling with unknown anticipation at the tender caress of his youthful stare. "Is something wrong?"

"No. Nothing's wrong." He smiled sheepishly at her. "I just couldn't help looking at you like that and I'm sorry I did it. I hope you'll forgive me."

"There's nothing to forgive. What could possibly be wrong when a young boy wants to look at his mother's naked body?" she heard a strange, trembling voice emerge from the depths of her throat, then she realized she'd better get the hell out of there before she lost control of herself. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

"Don't be gone long, Mama," he said as she turned and walked to the door. "Since it's not wrong for me to look at you I want to do it some more when you get back,"

"Oh, my God!" Barbara gasped under her breath as she closed the door behind her. "What the hell am I doing? I've led my son to believe it's all right to look at my naked pussy. Worse yet, I was beginning to enjoy letting him look at me. My pussy is on fire for a cock and his young eyes made me feel somewhat sinful. I dread to thin what 11 happen if he wants to look at me when I go back to my room. What's happening to me? I know he'll want to look at me. What can I do?"