"Oh, come on, Ma," he said in a strange tone as though he knew damn well there was something else. What did he know? The blood drained from her face.

"I-I don't understand!"

"Just tell me! Tell it," he insisted. "Did she, or rather, did he kiss her?" he asked with a suspicious sounding softness in his voice. "Did he run his hands down below or anything?"

Liz didn't know what it was that she couldn't stand most, what he wanted her to describe or the building feelings in her own body, being so close to her own son… "Yes, yes!" she moaned. "Of course, they did all those things!"

Kevin's face contorted in what looked like anger. He stood up, holding the towel tightly to his waist and poured himself and his mother another drink.

"What else did they do, Ma?" he asked, but in a commanding tone. "Did she put her mouth around his… uh, his thing… like this?"

Liz fell back on one hand amazed. Kevin had reached in front of his towel and had seized his hard prick that now protruded out against the front of the tightly pulled material.

"Don't turn away from me, Ma," he said strongly. "You've come here to tell me about Natalie, and you've left out all the important facts. For all I know, you're hiding something."

"Oh, no," she sobbed. "Nothing necessary," she added doubtfully.

He stood only a few inches from her now, the lines of his enlarged blood-swollen cock clearly evident pressing harder against the towel. God, what was he doing, looking down at her like this? She felt that he could see all the way into her soul and that she was guilty. Well, she didn't think she was guilty. It wasn't her fault if he was attractive to her, was it? She was fighting it, after all!

"I told you, Ma, there's no one as beautiful as a man's mother!" he said. "No one as loyal," he added, pressing his fingers against the bulge of his lust-inflated prick that stood out at an obscene angle from his body beneath the towel.