Young and good looking, Timothy Rogers was quickly becoming popular with the girls at the middle school he would soon be graduating. Short brown hair and matching eyes, plus a nicely developing physique made more than just one girl swoon over him. But none of these girls cared for him as much as his Mom, as he was the very apple of his mother's eye. And the feeling was mutual.

Sandra gave her boy the once over before answering his question, sipping her coffee while she sat at the kitchen table.

'Tim sure is getting to be a handsome young stud,' Sandra thought. 'If I wasn't that boy's mother...'

The mother let that thought hang in the air, as a twinge of jealousy of all the girls that would soon be throwing themselves at her son passed through her mind.

"Mom?!!!" Are you daydreaming again?!" Spoke up the young man, feeling ignored.

"What...?! Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart!" She says shaking her head to clear her thoughts. "Tonight we're having steak with French fries- your favorite."

"All right! With fried onions and mushrooms with the steak?" He asks.

"Of course, sweetheart. Just the way you like it." She replies.

"Oh Mom, you're the best!" He says contentedly, wrapping his strong arms around his gorgeous mother in a quick hug. Then he kisses her quickly on the head and rushes out the kitchen door, stopping only to pick up the book bag he threw on the living room couch and heads upstairs to his room, muttering something about playing videogames.

"Homework first, Mister!" Sandra yells after her vanishing son.

"I will!" Came the distant reply.

Alone once more, her thoughts take a decidedly inappropriate turn.

'He sure does have a nice butt! I bet it's even cuter than it was when he was a toddler. He's growing up to be such a handsome young man. Growing up way too quickly if you ask me. I wonder if his crotch has grown as quickly as the rest of him? Why I bet...".....(cont)