"I had to," he said, hugging her about the waist. "Mom, sometimes a guy has to fight…"

"There's never an excuse to fight," she replied softly, running her hand through his hair, kissing his forehead. "Fighting is primitive and vulgar and I don't like to see you hurt."

Tommy pulled away from her. She put her hand on his shoulder and felt him shaking.

"What was it this time?"

"Aw, just some silly comment," he replied.

"Was it about me again, darling?" She felt a shudder go through his shoulder. She turned him toward her, looking into his eyes. "Tommy, were you fighting about me again?"

Tommy glanced up at her, and she saw the torment in his young eyes.

He nodded, once, then tried to look away, but she caught his chin and held his face so he had to look at her.

"Tommy, I've told you so many times it doesn't matter what people say about me. Words can't harm me, you know that. Why can't you just walk away when you hear thou vile comments?"

"I can't, Mom," he said, his lips trembling. "I just can't walk away when they say bad things about you."

"What am I ever going to do with you?" she said softly, drawing his face close to hers.

She had not intended it to happen that way; she was going to kiss his cheek, near the split on his lip. Somehow, her lips smashed into those of her son's.

She felt her son's arms come around her waist and pull her tightly against his body. She was surprised to find her lips on his, but then she was kissing him, feverishly, holding him tightly, moaning softly. Her moist lips writhed against his, and her lower body pressed forward. She felt his cock stiffen along her upper thigh, and she couldn't pull away. She kissed him with even more passion, her hands clutching at his back.

When they pulled apart, Tommy's eyes were glazed with desire for her, and Peggy began to tremble, her legs feeling like rubber, her cunt on fire, her tits straining out with stiff nipples inside her dress and bra.