But then she took pity on him.

Knowing that he must be desperate to rush to his bedroom and empty his balls, she moved over to the sink and pretended to be occupied with doing the dishes.

She heard his chair scrape back as Jimmy got up from the table. She couldn't resist the impulse to glance at him from the corners of her eyes.

He was moving towards the door, walking awkwardly, almost thrown off balance by the burden of his hard-on and stepping like a bowlegged cowboy around his balls.

Barbara smiled, amused and delighted by the results of her flagrant exhibitionism. But then her lashes fluttered and she sighed.

In making her son so horny, the woman had also caused her own cunt to simmer and steam. She loved the thought that her lean, good looking son was going to beat his meat while he thought about her body.

But she was wishing that she could see him do it, too.

She didn't want to embarrass the boy, certainly. But could she manage to sneak a look into his room without having him become aware of her observations? The very idea of it was making her pant. Her nipples felt as if they were going to burn right through her sheer nightie, and her pussy was spilling cream down her inner thighs abundantly.

Barbara, to her credit, felt a bit ashamed of herself – but the chance of seeing her son jacking off was too good to pass up.

If he did catch her peeking, she could simply make light of it, assuring the youth that jacking off was only a normal and healthy pursuit for a teenaged boy. And if he didn't notice her attention, she might just have the pleasure of watching him cream off!

Enthusiastic about her plans, Barbara left the kitchen and went quietly up the stairs.

She wasn't going, to get the particular thrill she hoped for.

But she was about to get a whole lot more…

The door to her son's room was standing open as Barbara tiptoed down the hallway. That was strange, she thought – and not very promising, either.