Jackson's breathing changed as he fell into a light snore. His hand moved upward and grasped one of his mother's breasts. Shana thought at first that he might be faking sleep, but she didn't move his hand and in a couple of minutes was assured that he was, indeed, asleep. He wasn't groping her, but his hand was squarely on one of her breasts. Shana saw no harm and, besides, she liked the feel of her son's hand on her tit. Then she realized that his cock seemed harder than it had earlier. Maybe not fully erect, but certainly not flaccid. She pushed her bottom back toward him to better...