Quality time with my son

“Wow, Mom, that was something else!” he said. He reached over and touched my cheek, turning my face toward his. He looked down at my tits, and with one hand, reached over and gently stroked my hard nipples.
I nodded. “We’ve got to try that some more,” I said weakly. “Is that OK with you?”
He frowned, and then smiled in his joking way. “OK,” he said. “You talked me into it.”
After that, I always helped Adam with things he had to do in the garage.