"Please, Ritchy, listen to me," she said, almost pleading, wringing her hands.

"This is very important. Please, let me talk."

He leaned back, looking at her, his face serious.

"Ritchy, something is… something has happened to me. I don't know why or what, but it's something I seem to have no control over. I've never been this way… never felt this way, in my entire life. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?"

He nodded slowly.

"What we… what I did, well… I couldn't help myself. It happened before I could think, or stop it."

"I think I understand, Mom," he said, starting to show interest. "I mean, I hope I understand."

"It's difficult for me to explain, because I don't understand myself, and this is very hard for me, Ritchy."

Roxie glanced at his crotch. The bulge of his cock and balls made her tremble.

"Last night, then today…"

"Restless pussy, Mom."

"What? What did you say?"

"I said, you have a restless pussy."

"Ritchy, that isn't a nice thing to say about…"

Rich sat up and leaned forward, looking at her keenly. "Mom, that's what it is-a restless pussy. All the guys at school know about that. A couple of girls have the same thing, and I'd say you have it, too."

"I don't know what it is, but I know I can't seem to control it."

"Pussy, Mom," Rich said. "Pussy, cunt. You didn't have any trouble when my cock was in there. What's the problem now?"

"I've never said… I don't talk that… Ritchy, you're not trying to help me at all!"

"I'll help you, Mom. Anytime you get restless, just let me know."

"That's not what I want. I want-oh, I don't know what I want!"

Her hands flew to her face, covering it. She was so embarrassed, she wanted to die. Even now, her cunt was on fire, pulsating so hotly that she wanted to cram her fingers into it.