Frank knew about her brief career; he had seen her films. He had been the editor on the last one. Yet, when they met and began to date, he had not recognized her. That was understandable because she had changed her hairstyle and let the platinum grow out until it was the natural wheat blonde again.
'Want me to turn your light out, Mom?'
Sherri let out a squeal, jerking at the sheet and yanking it over her naked body as she turned to see her son in the doorway.
'How long have you been standing there?' she asked, not sure she wanted to know.
Tommy leered at her. 'Long enough.'
She glared at him, but as usual, couldn't stay mad long. A slow smile started over her face. Tommy was wearing only the bottom half of his pajamas, and her eyes drifted to the fly. The fly gaped slightly, and she noticed her son showed evidence of a half-hard cock, and her smile faded.
Tommy had been standing there for about five minutes, looking at his mother's back. It was not the first time. He peeked at her as often as he could, but Sherri didn't know it. Tonight was the most he had ever seen. He had been gazing at her smooth back, seeing her rounded ass and long thighs. She had been lying with one thigh drawn up, and the soft curls of her cunt showed, and this explained his hard cock.
She held the satin sheet to her neck. It clung to her jutting tits, her nipples peaked against it. One long thigh was still exposed.
'Mom, Frank has been here again, hasn't he?' Tommy said, accusing her with his eyes.
'Tommy, when are you going to learn I have a life of my own?' she asked. 'I thought you liked him.'
'I do, but not when he's in bed with my mother.'
The sheet slipped, and before Sherri could catch it, one of her firm, shapely tits showed, the pink nipple jutting outward. As she pulled the sheet over it, she saw her son lick his lips.
'I've seen them, Mom,' he said softly.
Sherri blushed.
'I found your movies,' Tommy said. 'I've been looking at them when you go out with Frank.'
'Tommy!' she gasped. 'I told you, you were too young to see those frightening films.'
Her son grinned. 'They didn't scare me, Mom. But you sure were beautiful!'
Her son came into the room and sat down on the side of the bed, facing her. She noticed he was trembling slightly.
'Honey,' Sherri said softly, placing one hand on top of his as she held the sheet up with the other. 'You weren't supposed to find them. I just wanted you to get older before you saw them.'
'I'm old enough,' he challenged.
Sherri giggled softly. Tommy tried so hard to look grown up when he was angry, but all he looked like was a pouting little boy.
'Well, I am!' he said when she giggled.
'You may think you are, but you're still a little boy,' she answered, sliding her hand up his arm to his shoulder. 'You've still got a lot to learn in life.'
'I'm still old enough,' he insisted, gazing intently at her exposed hip and thigh.
'Sure you are,' she murmured, caressing his shoulder. 'But what art you old enough for?'
'Old enough to do anything Frank can do for you,' he said.
'No, not quite,' Sherri replied. 'Tommy, he means a lot to me, you know.'
'And I don't?'
'Please, baby,' she soothed softly, sliding her hand up and down his naked back. 'You know you mean the world to me. It's just that Frank is… I'm a woman, and there's certain… needs…'
'I know about needs,' Tommy said, and she noticed his voice was getting husky. 'I have needs, too, Mom. I may be young, but I have them and I can do anything he can do for you.' Sherri tried to avoid looking at his crotch, but her eyes drifted there anyway. His eyes widened a bit and her breath caught in her throat. Tommy's cock was quite hard now, pushing upward against his thin pajamas. She warily covered her hip and thigh, and in the process, exposed her tit again. Before she could cover it, Tommy was staring at it with hot eyes.
'Anything,' he whispered.
'You've been watching my films,' Sherri said, her voice shaking. 'You're responding to an image.'
'Image? No way, Mom,' he said. 'I've got the real thing here. You're not an image.'
Sherri had to fight to keep from looking down at his pajamas, and she could feel her nipples stiffening against the satin sheet.
She didn't want to feel desire for her son. To help herself, she lay back on the bed, hoping this would help her keep her hands off him. But she realized her mistake immediately. The satin sheet molded her body, outlining every luscious curve to perfection, and Tommy was gazing down at her with hot, greedy eyes.
'Mom… ' he moaned, and began to inch the sheet down.
'No, Tommy,' she said, but her voice was weak, without force. She tried to hold the sheet, but her fingers were weaker than her voice. She stared up at his face, unable to stop him. 'Tommy, please, don't, baby.'
But Tommy was much too excited to listen. He pulled the satin sheet down, exposing his mother's tits. He stopped breathing for a moment as he looked at them. They stood up firm, pink nipples stiff, trembling slightly. Sherri held her arms stiffly at her sides, swallowing with nervousness, wanting to stop him, yet not wanting to stop him.
Then Tommy started to pull the sheet lower.
'No, baby, please…'
'I saw you in the movies,' he son said, his voice very low. 'I want to see you for real, Mom.'
'Honey, you must not… don't do this… Tommy, please…'
The sheet was drawn to her knees, and Tommy stared down at her naked body. His eyes riveted upon the thick bush of her pussy-hair, and Sherri clamped her thighs tightly. She was trembling now, her eyes turning misty… misty with desire, sparkling brightly.
Tommy's cock pulsated against his pajamas as he looked up and down his mother's flawless, beautiful nakedness. He moaned softly, leaning forward to ease the throb of his young balls.
'I can do anything Frank can do for you,' be whispered, and stood up, shoving his pajamas down.
His cock swung up with hardness.
CHAPTER TWO
Sherri couldn't breathe as she stared at her son's cock. Her tits seemed to swell in a painful way, her nipples throbbing. They felt long, very hard. Her stomach trembled and her thighs began to shake. Her clit bulged, squeezed between her legs. She felt her cunt clenching, and she couldn't take her eyes from her son's cock.
Tommy leaned over and placed his palms on his mother's tits. Sherri gasped, responding to the caress and fondle of her son's hands. Her hips moved, twisting in a subtle motion. She clenched the cheeks of her ass and pushed it hard against the bed.
Tommy, moaning softly, climbed onto her bed, on his knees, leaning over her. He closed a hand about one firm tit, and Sherri couldn't stop her son when he leaned down and ran his tongue about the long nipple. The wet heat of his tongue brought a whimper from her throat, and she closed her eyes. She heard the wet sounds his tongue made as he licked and swirled it around her nipple, sliding from one to the other. Then Tommy closed his lips around a nipple, and sucked it, sucked it hard.
'Ohhhh,' Sherri gasped:
As he sucked his mother's tit, he slipped a hand down her shaking body, pausing on her stomach, the tips of his fingers barely touching the soft hair of her cunt. Sherri struggled to hold her hips still, and gasped as her son pushed his fingers through the silky curls of her pussy. She felt his fingers slip downward between her clamped thighs, rubbing at the swollen slit of her cunt.
His finger entered her cunt.
'Tommy!' she gasped, and her hips jerked upward.
Tommy was mouthing her tit greedily now, not trying to control himself. He thrust his finger deeply into his
