Linda trembled, trying to keep her eyes off the front of his pants.

"Come with me," she said, turning. Bobby followed her, knowing he was in trouble again…

Taking him into her bedroom, Linda sat on the edge of her bed. The heat between her thighs was unbearable. She clamped them together, immediately releasing the pressure, a soft gasp coming from her.

"Something must be done," she said, almost whispering to herself.

"But it was an accident, Mom."

"Maybe so, but…" Linda folded her fingers together, pressing her hands into her lap. She felt her cunt throbbing, her clit becoming very stiff with hardness. "You were still looking."

"What am I supposed to do, Mom? I mean…"

"Have you told anyone about… you know?"

"Not me!" Bobby said firmly. "I promised, Mom."

She looked at his bulging cock, unable to avoid looking at it. Linda placed her hand on her son's hip, feeling him shaking. His cock was so hard in his pants, so very hard.

"Would you like to?" she sighed. "Would you like to see it again? Would you like to look at Mother again, honey?"

"Can I, Mom! I sure would like to look again! I liked it that first time, and I think about it all the time, and I still remember what it looks like, and I get all…"

Linda laughed at his eagerness, digging her fingers into his hip, pulling him closer to her knees.

"Hush, baby," she whispered. "I know. I know very well. Again, I have to ask you never to mention it to anyone, not even your sister."

"I won't! I won't ever, Mom!"

"I believe you." She pulled her dress along her thighs. "Honey, you can take it out again, too."

As she watched him frantically opening his fly, she pulled her dress to her hips, leaning back on her elbows, eyes glassy with anticipation, waiting to see his young, hard cock again. She parted her knees, and Bobby stared at the stretching crotch of her panties as he pulled his throbbing cock out. His prick angled upward, jerking in a vibrating way, the head very swollen, very smooth, the shaft so excitingly long and thick.