"Fine," Greta said. "Very good. See you all tomorrow, boys and girls. Class dismissed."

As the dance students left the studio for their respective dressing rooms, Greta couldn't help noticing the way several girls surrounded Patrick, flirting with him and giggling. They all wanted to be his girlfriend, but Patrick had never taken a steady girlfriend. He seemed to prefer being free to take out any girl he wanted to, any time he wanted to. Even Candace Wilson, the prima ballerina and top girl dancer at the school, couldn't get Patrick to commit himself to her. It pleased Greta that Patrick refused to pledge himself to any one girl. She knew that if he did so, she herself would feel jealous, resentful even. He was hers, after all – her son – and she dreaded giving him up.

The girls pressed up against Patrick on all sides, rubbing against him like cats, some of them stroking his back, his ass. They intentionally stepped on his bare feet with theirs. It was a shameless display of female sexual heat, and Greta had to bite her lip to keep from saying something to the sluttish girls.

Leave him alone, she thought. Will you just leave him alone!

Patrick, who was all smiles and red cheeks, appeared to delight in the attention. Much to Greta's dismay, he was, as usual, eating the attention up. Even more disturbing to Greta was the rampant cock-bulge swelling in the boy's tights. She caught herself trying to imagine what her son's cock looked like naked, and she found herself flushing with heat and getting tight and tingly between the thighs.

Patrick had always been prone to getting erections around girls, especially in dance class, and sometimes even up on stage during a performance. These unruly erections both shocked and excited Greta. For years now, she'd been fighting against the desire to finger-fuck her pussy while imagining Patrick naked with a raging hard-on.