"Just a little," he replied, and she detected a subtle pressure of his young ass pushing back at her.

She wanted to drop her hands to the front of his jeans, but it wasn't time yet, she felt. She had to be absolutely certain of his cooperation. She drew her hands under his t-shirt, and tickled his tiny nipples. At the same time, she pushed her tits at his head, his neck between them. She pressured her cunt into his back, and rubbed very slowly. Ted made a soft sound in his throat, his young body trembling.

"You weren't shocked?" Peggy whispered.

"No," he said, his voice thick.

"Why weren't you?"

"I just wasn't," he said.

"I bet I know why," Peggy whispered very softly. "I bet I know what you've been doing, too."

"Aw, Mom," he murmured.

"I saw it on your sheet yesterday," she purred softly, caressing his chest tenderly, her fingers moving downward. "You have to be more careful, if you don't want me to know."

"Know what?" he groaned, not willing to confess.

"That you are… playing with yourself."

"I'm not doing…"

"Yes, you are," she said softly, and her fingertips were resting on his belt buckle. "I've known about it for weeks, darling. You don't have to be ashamed. All boys do it, and I guess you know girls do, too."

Ted didn't reply.

"Did you see much when you came in?" she asked, her fingers dropping below his belt buckle.

"A little," he replied, shivering as he leaned back against his mother. He could feel her warm tits on his shoulders. "Not very much."

"Then you know what was happening?"

"I know, Mom."

"Did what you saw excite you?"

He nodded, not trusting his voice.

"I knew it did," Peggy said, and shoved her right hand down to his crotch.

Ted gasped, but didn't jerk away.

Peggy felt her son's cock pressing in hardness at his pants, and she curled her fingers about his hidden balls. She squeezed them, mewling softly as she pressed her body hard against his back. She squeezed his balls again, then dropped her other hand to feel his throbbing cock. She stroked the hardness through his pants, holding his balls in her other hand.