"Sure I am, but I'm a guy, too."

"If I did, you'd stop calling me names?" Linda stood up, her legs shaking. This had gone far enough. Linda wasn't sure what she felt, anger… jealousy… maybe. What she did feel was excitement, very intense excitement. There was a growing heat between her thighs, spreading outward from her cunt.

"Sarah, if I told you a secret, would you keep it?" Bobby asked.

Linda moved quickly to the doorway. "Bobby, I want a word with you!"

Bobby followed her sheepishly to his bedroom. He stood near his bed, watching his mother warily.

Linda paced back and forth, feeling excitement mixed with apprehension. "You promised you wouldn't tell, Bobby."

"I wasn't gonna tell her, Mom."

"This secret; what secret, then?"

"Just that I already saw a cunt." Linda faced him. "My cunt?"

"No. I wasn't gonna say whose cunt I saw, Mom."

Linda smiled. She placed her hands on his shoulders, pulling him close. She pressed her lips against his, her tongue moving slowly into his mouth.

Bobby sucked at his mother's tongue, wrapping his arms around her waist while pushing his cock tightly against her thigh. Linda began to writhe. "I promised you could feel me up, didn't I? What are you waiting for, honey."

She pulled at his belt, getting it open, then yanked his zipper down. She shoved his pants to his feet, gasping in delight when she saw his cock hard. She gripped his cock tightly.

"Feel me, honey! Feel Mother… feel anything you want to feel!"

Feverishly, Bobby lifted her skirt, clutching her ass, squeezing the cheeks of her ass, as his mother rubbed the dripping head of his cock against her thighs.

With a liquid fire flowing through her, Linda pulled away. She leaned over his bed, bracing her arms, her skirt at her waist, her naked ass weaving slowly.

"Do it now!" she whispered. "Do it to me now, Bobby!"