A few days had passed since Peggy had jacked off Billy at the dinner table. Things had changed between them. Usually they were very talkative to each other, but Billy had said little more than hello to his mother whenever he saw her. Peggy was worried that she had pushed things too far with him. Maybe he came to his senses and realized he shouldn't be feeling this way, or doing these things with his own mother. Peggy understood if he did. She also understood that she should also come to her senses. She had let her son suck her toes. She had given her son both a foot-job, and a hand-job. She had even eaten her little boys cum on three occasions. It was beyond wrong. She should want to take it back, and wish that it never happened. But Peggy didn't feel that way. Her sexual feelings for her son had been awakened when she saw him worshiping her shoes, which were an extension of her. It showed how intensely he desired her. The same intensity of desire she now felt towards him. She didn't want to stop. She wanted to push things further. If Billy wanted that was the question.
Peggy decided she just needed to talk to Billy and find out, first, if he was OK, and second to gauge his interest in continuing on the path they had started on. Hopefully Billy would be open and honest with her. She had to be prepared for Billy to tell her he wanted this all to stop. Peggy got home from work at 3:45. She went right up to Billy's room and knocked.
"Billy, you in there?"
"Yeah mom."
"Can I come in for a few minutes?" Peggy asked nervously.
"Sure, come on in."
Peggy opened the door and Billy was sitting on the edge of his bed, playing a handheld game.
"Can we talk for a few minutes?"
"Sure mom, what is it?"
"Well I've noticed for the last few days, you haven't talked to me much. it seems like you are ignoring me. Am I right, or am I seeing things that aren't there?"
Billy was quiet for close to 30 seconds.
"I have been a bit quiet and been keeping to myself. You are right about that."
Worrying what his answer would be, Peggy quietly asked,
"Is it because of what happened with us the other day at the dinner table? Did it freak you out? Did it upset you? Do you think I am a terrible person?"
Billy, seeing how nervous and anxious his mother was, leapt to his feet and gave her a big hug to comfort her.
"Of course I don't think those things mommy. I love you. I'm just a little confused about things. The things we did, I have dreamed about for years. I have wanted them to happen so badly, for so long, and now that they have happened, it's just hard to understand how and why my fantasies came true."
Peggy was still in Billy's embrace, and his words made her look up with him with a hopeful smile. Billy saw his mother had tears in her eyes, and his first instinct was to make her feel better.
"Don't cry mommy! You are the best mommy ever! You did nothing wrong. I wanted all those things to happen. Truly I did."
Billy walked his mother over to his bed and sat her down. He sat next to her and put his hand on her knee. His touch instantly sent shivers through Peggy's body. She wanted her son's hands all over her, but she had to try to push those sexual thoughts out of her mind and discover if Billy truly was OK.
