Linda had become afraid of the growing desires inside her body, desires that were increasingly difficult to cope with when she was near him.

Yet, she could not, remain in her room. Dan would wonder about her, come to check on her. He was always doing that if she stayed in her bedroom too long. He was a sweet, obedient guy, always thinking about her. She wondered if he thought about her as she had been thinking of him lately. When he jerked his cock off, what did he think about-her? The idea excited her. She

wondered if Dan thought of her naked, her cunt and tits revealed to him, his fist jerking wildly on his hard prick. Despite the force of her orgasm against Amy's mouth, Linda's cunt started to burn again.

She sat on the bed, her legs crossed, trying to still the sudden excitement rumbling through her. She could hear the sounds of the television, but not the sound of her son's footsteps in the hallway.

Linda's robe was parted, almost to her waist. Her long, smooth thighs were fully revealed, as were the curls of her cunt just above where her thighs crossed. One of her nipples was almost exposed, too. She was leaning back with her hands behind her, eyes closed as she dreamily contemplated her son jacking on his cock.

Dan was in the doorway, staring at his mother. His gaze moved about her thighs, then up to the creamy swell of her tit. His cock began to grow, becoming hard inside his pants.

The sound of his breathing was the first sign Linda had that her son was there. She opened her eyes, and she saw, first, the bulging of his pants. Then she lifted her gaze to his face. Dan's face was flushed with deepening color, but it was not a blush. It was the flush of intense desire, and his gaze seemed riveted