And now Dave couldn't help thinking that his own mother would look just as sexy if she were naked. His prick was stiff all the way home.

As soon as they got home Dave went to his room. Although he'd jerked off a half dozen times since peeking into that window, he was still in a frenzy.

He stripped and lay on his bed. Then, bringing the scene he'd seen in the locker room to mind, he grabbed his prick and began stroking.

Than was just about to start dinner. She went to ask her son what he would like to eat, but before knocking on his door, she heard a sound that made her hesitate.

Putting her ear close to the door, she heard a rhythmic creaking of bedsprings. The sound excited and gladdened her. She knew the boy was jerking off and that excited her. But his horniness reminded her of her own sad condition.

Jean had been widowed when Dave was a toddler. Ever since then she had to depend on an occasional date and her own flag on for sexual relief.

As she listened the imagined the sight of her son stroking his pricks Jean's excitement grew until it dominated her. She surprised herself when she sank to her knees and put her eye to the keyhole.

She knew she was behaving just as her horny son had the day before. But she didn't care. When her sexual appetite was aroused she had to feed it.

Peering through the keyhole, Jean had a view of the foot of her son's bed. There his feet could be seen. They were rocking slightly. The rest was left to her imagination.

Jean's excitement rose quickly. Before long, she pulled her skirt up around her waist and crammed her hand into her panties. Her cunt was soaking with slippery juice as she wrapped her hand around the mound of plump flesh.

She began panting in heat. Her middle finger curled into the lips of her cunt. Keeping her eye on boy's bouncing feet, she slipped her finger right up her flowing pussy.