In those few moments that Jonathan had been quietly watching, he
had slowly inched his way to the threshold of her bedroom door.
He panted with excitement from the friction between his bare skin
and the soft cotton pajamas rubbing against his swollen cock.
His head was peeking so far through the doorway, there was no
chance of him getting away unnoticed. He knew he would surely be
punished for spying, but that hardly mattered under the hypnotic
spell of those shimmering black pantyhose. The curious tone of
his mother's mellow voice finally woke him out of his trance.