He groaned in his sleep, but still she fondled him, almost willing him to awaken. His cock lifted up in her hand, no longer resting against his thigh. It was getting hard. Dear God, she was giving her own son a hard-on!

She rubbed his jizz-slit with her thumb and distributed the juice over his cockhead. The longer she fondled his cock the larger it grew.

Soon it was fully erect. She felt a rush of excitement and began moving her hand up and down his silken-skinned shaft.

She wondered how often he jerked off. When her boys were little, they masturbated regularly. Now that they were teenagers they probably beat their meat a half dozen times a day.

Do I dare take it in my mouth? she thought. What if Bob comes home and finds me in here?

She gazed down with loving eyes at her eldest son. She wanted to give him pleasure, the kind of pleasure only a mature woman can give a young boy. Did she dare?

Was it possible to give him an orgasm while he was sleeping? Would he awaken and be shocked? Or maybe he would be pleased. Billy was asleep in the next room and Penny just down the hall. Would they hear if Jimmy cried out and would they rush in to see what was happening?

Despite the unanswered questions and the dangers involved, the hot-cunted mother continued manipulating the boy's cock. It became so stiff she knew she wouldn't leave until she brought him off. How could she leave him like this?

But even as her mind whirled she knew she wanted to taste him. She salivated at the thought of taking his young dick in her mouth.

She loved giving head and Bob hardly seemed interested lately. Was he getting it somewhere else or was he just losing interest in sex? It was hard to tell, but she had a gut feeling he had another woman, or women.

One thing she knew. She had to taste Jimmy's prick. Her pussy seethed, but she wasn't yet ready to take that step. Sucking him didn't seem as perverse as fucking him.