"I don't care, Mom," he said, still grinning. "Who said so, anyway?"

"I agree, darling," Sandy replied, cupping her tits with both hands, squeezing them as she opened and closed her legs. "And why don't you just say it the way you did before?"

"Before?"

"When you started to come."

"What did I say?" he asked.

"Shit," Sandy giggled. "Just say you don't give a shit."

"Well, I don't give a shit," he laughed.

She sat up, moving a hand up his thigh. Richard looked down as his mother fondled his cock. She closed her fingers about the slippery wetness and pulled, then slipped her hand down and cradled his balls.

"It's beautiful, Richard," she murmured, squeezing his balls gently. "It's a beautiful cock and your balls are so precious."

Richard blushed at what his mother said.

"What's wrong, honey?" she asked when his face turned pink.

"I've never heard you say those things before, Mom," he answered.

"Well, you will from now on." She laughed in a throaty way. "I've just found out something about myself, and you, too. I'm not going to be so quiet about it from now on. I'm going to say what I want, do what I want, all with you."

She pressed her mouth against his, kissing him wetly, slipping her tongue into his mouth. Richard tasted his mother's tongue, felt her hand feeling his cock and balls. He began to get hard again.

He started to suck at his mother's tongue.

"Mmmmm, where did you learn that?" she asked, puffing her tongue out and looking into his eyes.

"From Julie," he grinned.

"Julie? You mean Tommy's sister?"

He nodded.

"But, Julie is hardly old enough to know things like that, Richard."

"You'd be surprised at what Julie knows, Mom," he said.

"Tell me," Sandy said.

"Well, there's not much to tell," he said. "She always gets me and Tommy someplace, like the garage, and kisses us and takes her panties down and lets us see her, you know."