"How could he understand this?" Arlene asked. "He's too young to know what it is, what misery we both feel."

"I still think he understands," Peggy said. "I'm not going to stay to find out," Arlene replied, getting to her feet. "Let me use your car, Peggy. I'll bring it back tomorrow, then we can pickup wine."

"Take it," Peggy offered. "The keys are in my purse."

"God, I hope he doesn't tell Henry," Arlene said, and she was gone.

I hope he does, Peggy thought, the idea forming in her mind before she was really aware of it. She had wondered how a mother seduced her young son. She still didn't know, but it couldn't be any different than what she had done with boys as a teenaged girl. Ted was so horny, she felt he would welcome an extra hand on his cock to help him come, whether it was his mother's hand or some little girl's hand.

She heard him run water in the kitchen, and stood up. Her legs were weak and rubbery again, but not from having an orgasm now. They were weak with excitement. Her mind was spinning with what she was going to do. The fact that Ted might refuse her never entered her mind. She felt that a boy that jacked off almost constantly would be delighted with what she was going to do with him.

Ted was standing at the kitchen sink, leaning forward and drinking a glass of water. She looked at him, seeing his youth, his hair getting a little shaggy, the worn places of his jeans, the t-shirt with the rock emblem on the back. For the first time, she noticed it was the rock singer, Madonna.

She slipped up behind her son, wrapping her arms about his waist and hugging him, nuzzling her lips against the top of his head.

"Were you embarrassed, honey?" she asked softly, brushing her lips through his hair.

"A little, Mom," he said.

"Only a little?"