Tommy panted.

"It was so good for me, baby," she soothed. "It was so very good. I wanted it to be good for you, too, Tommy."

Finally he lifted his head and looked at her face. "Mom, does that make you a whore?"

Peggy wanted to laugh at his innocence. "No, darling. It makes me a very satisfied mother, though."

"What if people heard about us?"

"They won't," she assured him. "This is for you and I, Tommy. We won't ever let anyone know, will we?"

"No, Mom," he said, then pushed his lips against hers, kissing her wetly. "And… I'll whip any bastard that says a bad word about you."

Peggy's heart swelled, but she didn't want her son fighting.

"No, Tommy," she said. "I don't want you to fight anymore. Promise me you won't. What they say about me doesn't hurt, not any more. I know the truth, and so do you. What do we care what they say?"

For a moment, Tommy just looked down at her, then he grinned. "Right! They can kiss our ass!"

Peggy giggled. "That's right, baby; they can kiss our ass!"

They began to giggle and wrestle lightly, kissing each other. Peggy ran her hands between his thighs to feel his hot balls. Tommy seemed unsure about touching his mother, and she drew his hands to her tits again.

"Play with them," she urged, stroking his cock again. "You can play with them all you want, baby."

She wanted her son to take her tits out of her blouse and bra, to twist and pull and suck on her nipples, but Tommy was still unsure. She watched his face as he fondled her tits, and she pulled and pushed on his cock, feeling it grow and stiffen wonderfully.

"Want to put it back in me?" she whispered softly.

"I can?" he asked.

"Mmmmmm, I wish you would, baby," she purred, spreading her legs again as she rolled onto her back.

The tight crotch of her panties concealed her cunt from his hot eyes, and she moved her finger down to pull it away so he could see her pussy.