As the first light of dawn crept through the window she softly stroked the mound of her sex. Slowly she inched a finger between her slick lips and worked it inside her clutching hole. Her other hand moved to her breasts, pulling and teasing her erect nipples. As she masturbated, she pictured Gabriel, his powerful frame surrounded by light, and imagined him taking her. She had met Gabriel only the once, but the memory of his glorious body still haunted her. Across at the other side of the room she heard her son stirring. She stilled her hand, but left her fingers pressed against her yearning sex.

Through slitted eyes she watched as her son moved beneath his blanket. He was 14 and almost full grown. When she watched him helping his father in the workshop, she was proud of how strong and sleek he looked. She noticed that many of the young girls who passed by gazed at him lovingly.

Mary gasped. She could see the blanket moving up and down rhythmically. He was masturbating too! She slowly began to move her fingers in and out, in time with the movements of her son's hand. Her juices ran freely as her hands moved faster. She could hear him mumbling, and strained to hear.

'Oh God. I am weak. Take this temptation from me. God..... if this is wrong, why did you make it feel so good?'

As Mary watched, the blanket slipped away from his body and she saw his proud erection. It was years since she had seen her son naked. He had certainly grown. She stared as the boy's hand stroked up and down the length of his shaft. The circumcised head, proud and full. Her excitement growing, she spread her legs wider, her hands moving purposefully over her neglected sex.

As her fingers delved deeper inside her body, she could not take her eyes from the powerful erection of her son. As if in a dream, she slipped out of her bed and moved over to him. She stood, her hands pressed into her crotch, watching as the boy pounded at his tool. With a start, he opened his eyes and saw her......(cont)