Warm air permeated the entire household, even though it was the late hours of the evening. Marjorie sat in the living room in front of the moved desk fan, barely feeling its gentle currents as they stirred her hair and fluttered over her cheeks; she couldn't with this heat. It was nigh unbearable. Her son, Charlie, had retired to bed hours ago. She held her tongue. How he could be so ignorant about the sweltering heat? Surely he must have known that summer nights were hot. Sometimes Charlie frustrated her to no end.

A grandfather clock stood across the room. 12:45 AM. Charlie would be fast asleep, she could… visit him if she wanted to… she looked at the clock face. Tonight, the ticking was louder than usual. As if to mock her, the clock ticked faster than usual as well. A lustful haze overtook her as she bit her lip. If she went now, she could catch him in the midst of dreaming. Her eyes focused back on the clock. Could she wake him up if she made a noise? But what if he didn't? She shivered at the thought. He might not wake up. When was the last time she saw her son's… parts? Several days now. What's the harm in taking a peek? She could feel herself caving, as she always did. Her mind wandered over a multitude of possibilities and alluring images in her head. Yes, it wouldn't hurt.

Getting up from the couch, she climbed the stairs quietly. She reached his door. Marjorie could hear the ferocious beat of her own heart as she placed her hand on the doorknob. It was almost hard for her to grasp the knob with her sweaty palm. She thought to herself, 'Just a quick glance.'

Turning the handle, she pushed the door open. It was silent in the bedroom. In the comfort of his bed, Charlie slept. His body was slim, more cute than usual. Her eyes quickly landed on his soft face as soon as Marjorie walked into the room. Her little boy, fast asleep. Marjorie could not contain her smile. His face was so peaceful. It almost made her feel bad for what she wanted to do. Her eyes scanned downwards; she couldn't help herself. The duvet covered his lower region. She felt a tingle run down her spine. A duvet was the only thing separating her from his manhood. Now to get those covers off. She stepped closer to the bed on her tiptoes to avoid waking him up. Her hands, shaking, gripped the covers. With a tug, she pulled them aside.

Marjorie bit down on her lewd gasp. Her mouth soon fell agape when she saw her son's private parts laid bare before her eyes. He slept naked again, and his six-foot-long penis jutted straight out in front of him, like an erect elephant trunk. His large balls hung low, heavy and full, as they pulsated with raw sexual energy. She stared intently and licked her thick lips in awe. Charlie was a child, yet so… big. She brought both palms to the soft flesh of his scrotum, feeling its weight on her small fingers. His penis contacted her body right then. As she rubbed it softly, a powerful surge of arousal coursed through her. He was so beautiful. Charlie's genitals were unlike any other man she had seen. They looked bigger than most men, and their size was even greater compared to his entire body. She wondered how he had grown such a large organ. His father — her ex-husband — was never this big, nor did he have these fat balls of cum. She moved her hands up towards the base of his member. Usually she would just touch herself and leave, but this time the heat intensified her lust. This time she wanted to see more, feel more; more touches, more rubbing, more pleasurable sensations.