"Of course I'm a girl," she said softly, smiling and running her fingers through his hair. "We couldn't have done that last night if I wasn't a girl."

He fell silent again, but did wrap his arms about her waist. She remembered listening to her son and brother the day before when they thought she was sleeping on the couch.

"Moms do fuck, don't they?" she said softly. Sammy nodded his head against her flat stomach. She felt him squeeze her waist.

"Is your mom a good fuck?"

Although he didn't know a good fuck from a decent hand-job, Sammy again nodded his head.

"Sammy, I wish you would tell me what's wrong?"

"Mom, I wanted to… you know," he said. "I don't know unless you tell me." She felt him squeeze her waist again, his lips pushing into her stomach. When he spoke, his words were a mumble.

"I didn't hear you, baby."

"I said," he whispered, "I wanted to… see you, Mom."

"See me?"

"You know, down there."

A shiver moved about Laura's flesh. She cupped his cheeks and tilted his face up, looking down into his yes. "What did you want to see?"

"Down there," he repeated.

"Say it, Sammy," she urged in a husky whisper. "Tell Mother what you wanted to see."

"Your… your thing."

Laura wanted to laugh, but knew it was the wrong time.

"Honey, it isn't a thing," she said softly. "What were you and Jason calling it yesterday? Didn't I hear you and him call it a pussy, a cunt?"

Sammy's eyes clouded over, but with excitement. He nodded.

"Then say it," she urged. "Tell Mother what you want to see."

"I wanna see your… pussy, Mom," he said. Then louder: "I wanna see your cunt!"

"Why didn't you look last night?"

"I was afraid to," he said. "I didn't know if you'd let me see it."

Laura couldn't stop the giggle. It came out lewd, her eyes bright as she gazed down into his young, expectant face. "Wouldn't let you see my cunt? But, darling, you fucked my cunt. Why wouldn't I let you see it after, you fucked it so deliciously?"