"I was missing your father," she finally stammered. "I guess you think I'm pretty terrible," she added, squeezing her legs together and hiding the hairbrush behind her hands.

"No, I don't," Mike said simply. He knew exactly what it was like to want sex and not get it.

In fact he had such a case of blue balls that just looking at his mother was almost enough to make him blow his wad. "I… I know exactly how you feel," he added, licking his lips.

Gina knew that she shouldn't entertain the thoughts that burned in her mind, but she couldn't help it. She could see her son's naked body over some young girl, almost feel the deliciously hard cock stab in and out of slick pussy. She wondered what it would be like, to have that prick inside her, to feel the gush of molten cum sear into her cunt.

"No," she whispered, trying to drive the thoughts from her tortured mind. "Oh God, no!"

"I guess I'd better leave," Mike said, although from the tone of his voice, it was obvious he didn't want to. His mother was still one of the best looking women he'd ever seen, even after four kids. She had long, golden-red hair, eyes green as emeralds, and the body of a twenty-year-old. And those tits! Full and ripe! They were tipped with coral-pink nipples that made his mouth water. "I… I'm sorry," he said again, slipping backward through the door.

"Don't go," Gina said, wondering, herself, why she'd said it.

"Huh?" Mike said, freezing in his tracks.

"I'm lonely," Gina said. "Stay with me a while."

"Then you'd better get some clothes on," Mike said. "I wouldn't trust myself around you like that."

Gina's heart skipped a beat. What was she about to suggest? She clamped her lips tightly to cut off further words, but they came out flyway. When she head them, she was as shocked as her son, almost as if someone else had said them.