Benny was watching me, I realized.
I was at first bothered by this, then found myself staring at him as I masturbated. A picture began to form in my mind as I stared at him, a vision of him taking me from behind. Earlier in the evening, this would have repulsed me, but now I found myself growing even wetter.
I slid my panties off and tore my nightgown off, throwing it into a corner of the room. "Benny..," I said in a voice much deeper than my own,"come to Mommy." I slid off of the couch in a fluid motion, crawling on all fours towards him.
Benny seemed frightened of me, I noted. Softening my voice as much as possible, I called to him, patting the floor in front of me,"Come here Benny, come on!"