"Yes, but I want to talk to you too, Ma," he said. He tried averting his eyes. "Jesus, Ma, why don't you go put something on?"

Maggie blushed prettily and pulled her robe more tightly around her. Her tits still spilled over and she gave up.

"Don't make me feel shy, darling," she said. "I'm your mother. You used to suck these milkers and don't you forget it."

She handed him the tool kit. He grinned as he took it from her hand. Maggie sipped her coffee as he went to work on the sink.

"You're pretty distracting, Ma," he said, one eye on the sink and the other on her tits.

"Oh, go on," she giggled, but when her robe fell away from her knee and showed her thigh she didn't adjust it.

Bob had always found his mother sexy. He knew she fucked a lot of men, but he never considered her as a possible sex partner. But today she was coming on to him. He was certain of that. And if she was selling, why shouldn't he buy.

Maggie felt a familiar throbbing between her legs as she gazed at Bob's muscles as he worked. She forgot he was her son, her flesh and blood. She pretended he was a handyman who'd come to fix the sink. A rugged, hard-cocked man who would relieve the itch in her pussy.

"You're not really embarrassed to see me like this, are you, Son?" she said.

"Ma, for a broad your age you're sure built."

"Have you ever had any fantasies about me, hon? Like when you and Judy are… you know… in bed?"

He seemed to be thinking. "Not as I can remember." Maggie frowned. "But when I was a kid I was dying to get into your pants," he said quickly.

The redhead brightened visibly. "Oh, all boys feel that way about their mothers. I'm just an old woman. Who'd be interested in a hag like me?" As she spoke she swung her foot back and forth, opening her robe further.

"You may be getting up there, but you know you're a damn good-looking woman," he said. Finished with the sink, he straightened up and sat down next to her. "Got some more of that?"