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.
