Her hand moved to his cock and balls, cupping them.

"I don't want to, either," Tommy said. She caressed his cock and balls while they talked about her unknown sister. Soon, the talk turned to Peggy's early life, and she told her son of the one and only time she had been fucked, of how her parents had been ashamed of her, and why she had left home and made it an her own.

"And you only done it once in your life, Mom?"

She nodded. "Just once, and here you are. Tommy… how many times have you done it?"

"Twice," he said.

"Oh, only twice? Who was the lucky girl?"

"Mom, it's you!"

"That makes me one fuck up on you!" she giggled.

"Fuck…" her son whispered. "That's what we did, wasn't it, Mother? We fucked?"

"Mmmmm, and wonderfully, too," she purred, squeezing his cock and balls gently. She turned and nibbled at his neck. "Hey, lover, do you want to talk dirty to me?"

"Aw, Mom."

"Come on, Tommy," she teased. "I know how you guys are. You get together and talk dirty and think you're big men. Come on, you can talk dirty to me."

"I don't do that," he said, then grinned. "Well, not very often."

"I bet you talk about the girls you'd love to fuck," she said, wrapping her fist about his cock and pumping it. "I bet you guys get together and discuss a pretty little ass, try and decide which little girl has the hottest pussy, who would let you feel her up."

"Sometimes," Tommy agreed, blushing slightly because of talking to his mother this way. "But we just lie, Mom. We really don't know any girls that would let us feel them up, let alone fuck…"

"None that you could fuck huh? I know one girl that will let you fuck her."

"You do?" he asked, his eyes widening. "Who, Mom?"

"Me silly," she laughed. "You just fucked me two times, didn't you? Who didn't you think I was talking about?"