"I.. I do not," he protested, only to be met with a raised eyebrow of amusement from Diane. "Uh, okay, maybe I do..."
She giggled, rubbing his knee affectionately. "Don't worry, slugger. I won't hold it against you. You'll cut your teeth soon enough, assuming of course that you agree..."
"To f**k my mom," he said, and it almost felt like a perfectly normal thing.
"Yup," Diane said with a cheeky smile. "To f**k your mom... Regularly, if you don't mind."
"Every day?"
"No," she said, pleased how disappointed he looked now. "That sounds like 'once a day' to me. Not nearly enough."
He gasped. "Six times a day?"
"Ooh, I like the sound of that!" she purred. "Maybe you won't need to jerk off anymore."
"I doubt I'd be able to," he said with a chuckle. "Damn, mom, are you really this, uh, yo
