"Tommy…" she whispered.

"Mom, you're not a whore, are you?" he asked, barely loud enough for her to hear.

"A whore? Tommy, do you know what a whore is?"

He nodded. "A lady that takes money from… to… you know, to do it, Mom."

Peggy stared at him long and hard.

"And you're not a lesbian, either, are you?"

"Do you know what a lesbian is?" she countered.

"A girl that likes other girls and not men," he whispered.

Peggy felt him shaking, and he looked as if he was about to cry. She glanced down, and saw his cock pushing at the front of his jeans. She could even see it move with throbbing power.

"Tommy," she said in a shaky voice. "I'm not a whore and I'm not a lesbian. I've never touched another girl in my entire life, and only one man has ever… your father, Tommy, was the only man I've been with."

"But everyone calls you…"

"I've told you, darling, don't listen to them."

"Mom, how can I not listen."

"You're ashamed of me, aren't you?"

"No… no way, Mom."

"Tommy, about last night… when I stepped over you… it was, you know… wanted to."

"Mom, about your panties…"

"Hush," she said, putting a finger to his lips. "We have to… Tommy, I've got I need…"

Her hand fluttered downward, the back of it brushing across the front of his pants, feeling the heat of his hard on.

CHAPTER TWO

Tommy stood still, unmoving, staring at his mother's face.

Peggy brushed the back of her hand across his cock once more, slower this time. She felt her son respond by pressing forward. When she returned the pressure, she felt him tremble. She turned her hand, placing the palm against his cock, and a soft gasp came from him.