"I'm glad, Son," she said. "Sometimes I could just kill your father."

Jeff lowered his gaze. "Aw, you two fight a lot, but you love each other, don't you?"

"Yes, but sometimes it's not easy," she snapped.

"I wish I could do something to help."

"You help by just keeping me company once in a while."

"If I was married to you I'd appreciate you more," he blurted out.

Judy stifled a giggle. It was working. "Oh, your father's got his good points."

"I know he does, but why do you always fight?"

"Sometimes when people have been married a long time problems just crop up." She gazed at him meaningfully. "If you know what I mean."

He hesitated. "I don't understand. What's there to fight about?"

"Oh, honey, you were too young to burden with my problems." She crossed her legs and showed him some thigh. "Let's just say that when people are married a long time sometimes they take each other for granted."

"I'd never take you for granted," the boy said, his jaw set.

"But you're not my husband, you're my son," she giggled. "Oh, honey, I guess you're old enough to know the truth. Men like your father, oh, good men and good providers, sometimes get selfish when it comes to… uh… sex."

Jeff flushed and looked away. "Oh," he murmured.

Judy leaned forward and spooned more ice cream into his dish. "Why am I bothering you with this? Here, darling, have some more ice cream. It's your favorite flavor."

She rose up and cleared the table as Jeff finished his dessert. The conversation had ended abruptly. When the dishwasher was loaded, he came up behind her.

"I wish I could help, Mom," he said.

She turned to him and her tits grazed his arm. He pulled back quickly.

"I know you do, honey, but I guess I'll just have to live with it." She kissed his cheek and pressed up against him. "You just run along now and have a good time. I'll find something to keep me busy."