Trisha was lonely. And she was alone in raising her only son. Her husband abandoned her years ago after her son Stevie was born. And Trisha was hungry for sex. So far the only way she could satisfy herself was with the use of a dildo. But lately she had given up using it. Trisha wasn't comfortable with picking up men either.

Although Trisha was a striking woman, she felt awkward around men. Trisha was now 40, with beautiful long red hair and and a striking figure.

Her son Stevie just turned 15, and he had almost the same looks as his mother. His hair was red, and his features were handsome.Trisha figured that her son would no doubt be very popular with the girls when he grew up.

But one night, Trisha accidentally saw something which made her realize that Stevie was growing up - fast.

She had come home from work as always, exhausted and tired. When she got home, she went looking for her son Stevie. She thought maybe tonite instead of her cooking they could have some takeout food. But when she looked into the den....her mouth dropped open. She stepped back from the door so as not to be spotted. She peeked into the den, watching.

Her son Stevie was sitting on the sofa, his pants and underwear pulled down to his ankles. He had a pair of her panties in his hands, wrapped around the shaft of his young thickening cock. His eyes stared wide eyed at the tv screen. Trisha looked over at the tv and saw that what was playing was a porn tape. A couple were on the screen, the man on his back and the woman on top. She was moaning and thrusting down onto the man. The camera zoomed in and Trisha could see clearly the mans cock sliding in and out of the womans gaping pussy. Trisha watched wide eyed. She could feel herself getting wet in her panties. She looked over at her son, who stared at the scene on the tv. Trisha watched, mouth hanging open, as Stevie began to furiously masturbate, his panty covered hands working furiously to an orgasm.

Trisha held her breath as Stevie suddenly groaned loudly. She saw squirts of youthful cum shooting up from between his hands. It landed on his shirt in long wet strands.

Trisha suddenly stepped back. She quietly left the house, not wanting to embarrass her young son. She stood at the front door, breathing hard. She couldn't believe she had watched her young son masturbate. And what's more - she couldn't believe how turned on she was.

She stood there, catching her breath..........(cont)