She poured him some coffee and sat back down. "Thanks, hon. It makes me feel good to know there's still a man around who thinks I'm attractive."

"But, Ma, you've got lots of boyfriends."

Her lips became two straight crimson lines. "If you're referring to my gentlemen friends, be assured we simply play cards together." She pursed her lips and brought her knees together.

"Hey, Ma, are you trying to tell me…"

Maggie giggled. "Ssshhh. Let's not talk about silly stuff. Let's talk about pleasant things." Her heart pounded harder than it had in years. She felt warm all over and her juices flowed. If only he would… but that was too much to ask.

Bob realized she was embarrassed. "Hey, Ma, whatever you say." He glanced around. "Got anything to go with this mud?"

Maggie rose up and began fixing him breakfast. "Pam makes horrible coffee and Judy sends you out without breakfast. It's a good thing you've got a mother who loves you."

Bob reached over and took her wrist. He kissed the back of her hand and proceeded to eat. "You're my favorite girl, Ma, and you always will be."

Maggie pulled her chair closer to his and placed his free hand on her knee. Parting her thighs, she watched him shovel food into his mouth.

Without thinking, she moved a hand between her legs and began stroking herself. When Bob noticed, his jaw dropped.

"What are you doing, Ma?"

She drew her hand up to her cheek and blushed. "Oh, my, I guess your mother has a little, uh, itch."

Bob pushed his plate away, turned to her and cleared his throat. He'd made up his mind about what he wanted to do. "Let me help you out, Ma."

With a rush of excitement she parted her thighs and let him caress her. Then with a grunt, he leaned over and slipped his tongue into her eager mouth.