There was little conversation between them until dinner.

As they ate, he told her of his day as if nothing else had happened.

Lisa listened to him, commenting now and then. But her mind was on what they had done in her bedroom.

"Johnny, what was it you said to me earlier?"

"When, Mom?"

"You know. In my bedroom, right after…" She lowered her eyes bashfully.

Johnny giggled. "Oh, you mean about sucking my cock?"

She nodded, feeling her face burn. "What about it, Mom?"

"Johnny, I… do you want to talk about it?" she asked softly.

"What's to talk about, Mom?"

"You don't think I'm horrible?"

"I told you, Mom, I think you're wonderful."

Lisa looked at him. "Johnny, tell me again what I did."

Johnny grinned wickedly. "You wanna talk dirty, Mom?"

Lisa began to tremble. "I like… I like hearing you say that. It makes me… tingle."

"Where does it tingle, Mom?" he asked, his eyes turning hot. "Down there? If you want me to talk dirty, I'll say it this way: does it make your pussy tingle, Mom?"

Lisa breathed in hotly. She nodded, her eyes moist and hot as she stared at his face. "Yes, it does."

"Mom, I don't know what got into you," Johnny said, "but I like it. I like it very much."

"You do?"

He nodded. "All the guys I know think you're the most beautiful mom in the world. I know what they wanna do with you. I punched one in the nose because he said he wished he could fuck you."

"Fuck me?" she gasped.

"Yeah. I can't let those guys say that about you. You're my mom."

Lisa had no idea that her son's friends thought of her that way. They were all so very young. What did they know about fucking?

"Johnny, I don't want you fighting," she admonished. "What they say about me doesn't matter. I don't want you fighting."

"If you say so, Mom. But what if I said I… you know, wished I could do it, too?"