Leaning back on the couch, Wendy listened to the shower, imagining her son there, naked, beautiful, soapy with lather. Tony was such a handsome young boy, tall like his father, with dark hair and flashing brown eyes. He was strong, and played football in school. He was a good student, but she had to make him study at times.

She rested a hand on her tit, gently massaging it. She had taken a long bath earlier, and she was naked under her robe. Closing her eyes, she tried to see her son in the shower, to see his young, hard ass, his cock and balls. She could only fantasize about them; she had not seen her son naked for many, many years. Sliding her hand into her robe, she fingered a stiff nipple, making it tingle deliciously. With a soft moan, she slipped her other hand into the folds of her robe, sliding her fingers through the soft blonde hair of her cunt. She toyed with the silky curls, pulling at them gently, feeling the lips of her cunt and clit respond.

She wondered if Tony had ever touched a girl, played with a juicy slit, rubbed a knotted clit. She wondered if he enjoyed the feel of a hot, soft pussy with juices seeping from it. She wondered if he had special girl at school, a girl that let him feel her body, play with it, maybe even fuck her. She didn't believe her son had ever fucked a girl, but perhaps he had felt one. There were always pretty girls hanging around the football players, squealing and laughing and flirting. If a boy was as good on the football field as her son was, he had no problem getting an eager girl behind the bleachers or some other private place.

Wendy didn't feel any jealousy about her son playing with a willing girl. She felt more excited by the possibility than anything else. The very idea that her son was getting his cock up some tight, young cunt excited her very much.