Her hand rested on his belly. He stiffened in his sleep, but his breathing was regular. Did she dare push the covers all the way down and peek at his cock and balls? She wanted to so badly.

As if moved by an alien force, she lifted the covers up and exposed his crotch. He was wearing shorts and she let her hand slip inside the waistband.

She felt his bush and almost stopped breathing. She couldn't stop now. She had to see and feel everything. She had to get a good look at his cock and balls or she'd never get to sleep.

Glancing over at the clock on the desk, she guessed that Bob wouldn't be home for a while. The horny brunette carefully pulled the boy's shorts down and her eyes widened as she gazed at his prick.

It was leaning against his thigh and he must have been having a wet dream because it was throbbing and half-hard. His shorts were down around his thighs now and she stared with hot eyes at his groin.

She knew she ought to stop right there and be content to just gaze at his cock and balls. But she wanted more. She had to touch him, caress him, feel his cock pulsate in her hand. It was a sin, a taboo, but she wouldn't sleep until she touched it.

She tried telling herself he was her son and she had a right, but still she trembled as she reached down to his prick.

When her fingers touched him, touched his cockbush and shaft, a thrill shot through her. Dear God, she wanted his cock in her mouth and her pussy! Just touching wasn't enough. It was never enough.

Closing her eyes to shut out the sight of him, she ran her fingers up and down his rod. He mumbled in his sleep, but she left her hand where it was. If he awakened, so be it. She couldn't turn back now.

The hot-assed mother felt dizzy with excitement. Her pussy moistened, wetting her inner thighs. Excitement made her aggressive and she gently wrapped her fingers around his fuckpole and squeezed.