They were sitting upon the bed, side by side, their heads together and whispering. Step by step, she made her feet move toward them, trying to put together some kind of apology. But all the words were weak and meaningless.

He looked around first, and Lauralee flinched. She saw light reflect from her son's pale brown hair, and caught the full impact of his black eyes. He sat erect, his slim body nicely shaped, boyishly molded, with good shoulders and a flat belly and narrow hips. Robbie's face was calm; she dropped her eyes. The boy was taking it well, but she was certain he would explode and call her all the filthy names she deserved.

Her lips were dry. "Robbie – I – please don't think…"

Coming off the bed, he said, "Mom!"

Startled, she saw that he was naked from head to foot. She saw the ebony fur of his sack, and recoiled from the image of her son's thing, the boy's penis that reached out long and slim and strong, its polished head glistening damply red. Lauralee took a backward step, and clung to the towels that disguised her own nudity.

"Mom," Robbie said again, and followed her. "Don't freak out, now. I saw it all, Mom – and it was something else. It was really great. Bettina has been telling me everything that happened between you two, and I think it's terrific."

Lauralee swallowed. "You think it's – it's WHAT?"

"Terrific," he repeated, so close now that the swollen knob of his young shaft was almost touching the fluffy towel around her waist. "I always know that Bettina was AC/DC – that she swings with chicks and guys, too. But I always figured you were too uptight for sex, any kind of sex. Then when I saw you going down on her, when I watched Bettina grinding her pussy into your face and saw the way you were digging it – I wished I could have seen it all, right from the beginning. As it was, I wanted to jack off."