Ted giggled softly.

"I don't know why I did that," she said in a whispery voice. "You must think I'm horrible."

"I don't, either, Mom."

"You don't?" she asked, looking up at him again. "You really don't think I'm horrible?"

"I think you're great," he said.

"Really?" Becky couldn't believe what she was hearing. "You think I'm great, after what we did?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"But other people… mother…"

"I don't care about other people or other mothers," Ted replied. "I only care about you, us, Mom."

Becky stared up at him. A shy blush crept over her face. She wanted to hug him, to bury her face into her son's crotch, feel his cock and balls against it. Her ex-husband would never allow that he thought that a woman who would push her face into a man's crotch was hardly more than a whore. If he was right, then Becky wanted to be a whore, because she wanted to bury her face into her son's crotch very much. Her eyes searched his cock and balls. He appeared hairless, until she looked closely, and she saw the fuzz at the base of his cock. Ted had no hair on his prick or balls, yet he came so very much inside her cunt.

"I didn't realize I could get so wild," she said shyly.

Ted laughed. "You got kinda wild, Mom."

"Do you like… you know, doing that?"

"You mean fucking?"

She nodded, feeling a thrill inside her body to hear that son speak so bluntly to her.

"You're my first girl, Mom," he admitted. "But, sure, I like it. I love it! You're so soft there, so tight and wet and really, really hot!"

She lifted her hand to touch his balls. "You want to do it… I mean, would you like to… you know, fuck me, again?"

"Hey, I sure would, Mom!"

Now Becky giggled. "Then we have to make this hard, don't we?"