"You're not ashamed are you?" she asked softly.

They were lying on her bed, side by side. Jerry had removed his pants, but still wore his t-shirt. Debra was holding his hand at her hip, her foot toying with his.

"Not me," he said.

"Honey, you're going to have to wash your own back from now on." Debra turned on her side, facing him. "I can't wash your back any more."

"Why not?"

"You saw what happened," she said softly. "You're big enough to use a back scrubber."

"But… what about, you know, down there?" he said, feeling shy.

"You mean this?" Debra asked, cupping his cock and balls in her hot hand.

Jerry nodded.

"I'll wash this," she giggled. "You wash your back from now on, and Mother will wash this."

Jerry let out a whoosh of air. "You had me scared for a minute, Mom."

"How did I scare you?" she asked, kissing his shoulder and massaging his balls gently.

"I thought I wasn't gonna get any more!"

"Any more what?"

"Any more pussy!" he giggled. Debra sucked at his shoulder and rested her thigh over his, twisting his young balls tenderly. "You can have all the pussy you want. In fact, you'll probably get more pussy than you can handle!"

"Wanna make a bet, Mom?" he grinned and pushed his crotch upward.

"Mmmmm, I can drain you and drain you," she murmured. "You don't know what you're getting here, young man!"

Jerry's cock tingled as his mother manipulated his balls.

"I… I get a little kinky, honey," she said softly. "Your mother can be very, very kinky!"

"So can I," he said, cupping her tit.