She closed the door behind her, clutched her robe to her chest and tiptoed down the hall. She stopped for a moment to catch her breath. Where was she going and what was she doing? It was all so crazy.

She stood outside Jimmy's room. My own flesh and blood, she thought. It was a momentous decision and her head ached.

Her pussy won out. It melted with hot desire. Surely it wouldn't matter if she just peeked into Jimmy's room and looked at him while he slept. Surely it wouldn't be a sin to look down on his sweet face and maybe catch a glimpse of his strong young body. She was his mother, after all. Who had a better right?

She quietly turned the doorknob and stepped into the room. Her heart beat so fast she felt faint, but there was no turning back. She was powerless to deny herself what she craved.

Closing the door softly behind her, she walked over to the bed where the sleeping teenager lay sprawled out on his back. Moonlight poured into the room and she automatically reached out to touch Jimmy's hair.

She flinched, pulled her hand back, and then let her fingertips graze his cheek. He stirred slightly in his sleep and she froze.

When she was certain he was sleeping soundly, she sat down on the edge of the bed. She took his hand in hers and pressed her hot lips to the palm.

Her pussy lurched. She gazed at him in the dim light and saw a man, not a child, and her pussy responded. She let her free hand fall to his chest.

Without thinking, she drew the covers back and gazed hungrily at his young body. He wore no pajamas and was still covered from the waist down. She thrilled to the touch of his smooth young skin.

My baby boy, she thought. She lightly stroked his nipples. My little man.

She stroked her way down to his waist and stopped, but she knew she had to see more of his body. She hadn't seen him naked for several years, but who had a better right to see how he had developed?