How their eyes glittered! When she thought they were good and hot she would fall onto the bed and wriggle her ass. Still wearing her nightgown, she fantasized she would open her legs and let them see her beaver.

They would gawk, approach the bed and whistle in unison. She would reach down and spread her cuntlips apart. Then she would…

Oh, God! The fantasy was making her so horny! She fingered herself imagining she was being touched by her oldest son. If only she had his cock in her hand. If that was incest, so be it.

She found herself opening and closing her fist. From the many times she's glimpsed Jimmy's cock she knew it was good and big. She stuck her thumb in her mouth and sucked. Jimmy, she thought. Come to Mother and let me take your cock in my hand.

Oh, how she would make him feel! She would move her fingers lovingly up and down his horny teenage dick. Boys his age were always hot. Why was it so wrong for a mother to help out her own sons?

Who ever said incest was wrong anyway?

She glanced at the clock, startled to find it was only eleven. From the silence in the street she was sure Pam had gone in the house. She fondled her pussy and pinched her nipples. Bob probably wouldn't be home for a few hours. Too late to fuck her and too tired. What the hell could she do but masturbate?

Her mind wandered again and again to Jimmy. From what she'd seen the boy had a big pair of balls as well as a good-sized cock. If he was her lover she'd take his balls into her mouth and soak them in her saliva. In her mind she flicked her tongue over his ball-bag and tasted the special flavor and aroma. She worked her lips as she masturbated.

"Fuck me, Son," she whispered. "Fuck your mother, honey."

The words startled her and she sat up. Her heart pounded and she was bathed in sweat. I must go and see if he's all right, she thought. These thoughts are so evil. God might be punishing me through my darling boy.