Joey looked at her, a shy smile on his face. He wasn't sure how he was supposed to react, what he was supposed to say. He had never done anything like this with a woman before. He had never touched a girl before, but had dreamed of the day it would happen. He didn't know anything about a girl coming, but thought maybe they came the way he did, spurting that juice out of their cunts. He wanted to ask his mother to show her pussy to him, but he wasn't certain about this new relationship with her.

Brenda stood up, smoothing her skirt over her hips and thighs. Her tits stood out sweetly, gleaming with cum-juice. She stepped to the wash basin and ran the water, taking a cloth and wetting it. She grinned at her son as he watched her wash her tits.

"Well, darling," Brenda said, tossing the cloth into the laundry hamper, "can't you say anything? At least you can tell me you enjoyed it, can't you?"

She stood without embarrassment, naked from the waist up, one hip leaning on the wash basin. She thought she should have washed his cock and balls, but was afraid if she touched them again, she wouldn't let them go.

"I don't know what to say, Mother," Joey said, his voice low.

"You could say you like my tits," Brenda said, lifting heir shoulders to make them stand out more. "You could tell me you enjoyed fucking my tits."

Now Joey giggled, half in shyness. He nudged the open magazine with his toe.

"You're better looking than her," he said. "And I'm real and I'm here with you," she answered. "I'm not a picture in a magazine. I'm real, in the flesh, with my tits showing."

"Yeah," he said, grinning a bit wider.

"Well, didn't you enjoy it, baby?"

"Yeah," key said again, his eyes flashing to her tits. "I enjoyed it, Mother. I mean, I loved doing it that way with you."

"Doing what with me?"

"You know, my cock…"

"Don't be shy," she said. She twisted her nipples as she looked at her son, her expression wanton. "Don't ever be shy."