She rested her head on the bed, sitting on the floor naked, and the time passed. Her thoughts were deep, and she couldn't decide what to do. She couldn't stay away from Jerry, avoid him. She was his mother, responsible for his well being. There was no one in the family but the two of them. Debra was an orphan, and if it weren't for her, Jerry would be an orphan. There was no one she could send him to, no one for him to spend time with until she could get herself together.

She thought how eager Jerry had been for her to stroke his cock, the way he had pushed his prick toward her, telling her to wash it. She had not expected him to do that. But he had, and she had washed his cock, washed it so fast he came all over the front of her dress.

She heard a soft knock on her bedroom door.

"Mom, it's time for dinner," Jerry called.

"I'll be out soon," she replied, not moving. She fingered the bedspread, picking at it, her thoughts spinning in confusion. She didn't want to allow her deep hungers to dominate her, devour her.

"Mom!" Jerry called again, and he opened her door.

Debra heard the door open, but she stayed on the floor, her head resting on the edge of the bed. Jerry stood looking in at her. He could see she was naked, see her smooth back and the curve of her ass. He could see the thrust of one tit, but not her nipple. His eyes brightened as they gazed about his mother's naked body.

Debra knew she was naked, knew her son was looking at her, and yet she didn't move. She kept picking at the bedspread, but inside her body, she was a ball of hot, raging desire.

CHAPTER TWO

"Mom, are you okay?"

Jerry came close, and she could almost feel him, smell his scent. She lay still, quietly, not looking at him.