Sammy entered soon after her orgasm was over, sitting at the table and eating, but keeping his eyes away from her. Laura sat across the table from him, sipping her coffee, watching him, searching his face. He was so young, she realized. Maybe that was what bothered him. Maybe he wasn't quite ready for girls, far pussy. Still, he had fucked her so vigorously, and he came so much. How could he not be interested in pussy, she thought.

"Were you tired this morning, honey?" she asked.

He nodded.

"You didn't feel like school today, huh?"

He shook his head.

He wore a clean, white t-shirt and jeans, his hair still damp from his shower. It reminded Laura that she had not showered yet. She had gone to sleep with her cunt dripping come-juice, and loved it.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Mom," he said in a quiet voice.

"Something is bothering you, Sammy. Won't you tell me what it is?"

"It's nothing, Mom," he said, finishing his breakfast.

"Well, if it's nothing," she said, "what do you plan to do today since you're not in school?"

"Hang around," he replied.

She stood and moved to his side. Placing her hand on his face, she pulled it into her stomach, hugging him. "Honey, please, what's bothering you? How was it last night?"

"It was okay, Mom."

"Okay?" she asked. "Okay? Sammy, is that all it was – okay?"

"Well, it was better than okay, Mom," he said against her stomach.

"Didn't you enjoy it?"

"I loved it," he said.

"Then what's bothering you if it isn't last night?"

"I wanted… aw, Mom," he said, sounding as if he were about to cry.

"Come on, let it out," she urged.

"I really loved doing it with you," he said. "But I wanted to… aw, you wouldn't let me anyway."

"How do you know I wouldn't?"

"You're a girl," he said, as if that explained everything.