"Do you want a fresh one too?" Della said, rising up and moving toward the house.

"Sit down, Mom. I think you've had enough."

The brunette sat down abruptly. She felt mellow, and anyway she liked the assertive tone in her son's voice.

Laying back on the glider, she let her legs fall open. If he wants to look, let him. He's old enough to know the score.

"Come sit here with me," she whispered seductively, straightening her legs out.

The boy stared at her suspiciously, rose up and joined her on her glider. She reached over and grabbed his hand.

"What are you doing?" he croaked.

She felt an urge to do something wild. She pulled him down on top of hex. "Don't tell me you don't want to kiss me!" she hissed.

He groaned when she kissed him. Lacing her fingers in his hair, she ground her lips against his.

"Jesus, Mom!"

"I need you, Billy." Forcing her tongue into his mouth, she kissed him hotly. "I need something, darling. Help me. I need something in my life."

"If you need me I'm here," the boy said softly.

"I've seen you at night when you don't know I'm looking." The words spilled out in a rush. "I've seen you jerking off. Oh, it's okay. Everyone does it. Even married people. But I've seen you do it and I know you'd rather be getting laid. You can do it to me. I need something so badly. We both do."

"You see me jerking off?"

"Yes, and I've wanted to rush in and take your cock from your hand and suck it into my mouth."

He lay down on his side next to her on the glider. She flung one leg over his hip.

"Will you let me suck your cock, Son?"

"Jesus, Mom, sure."

"Kiss me." She tongued him wildly as they embraced.

"Can we fuck too?" he said. "You bet we can."

"Maybe we ought to go in the house. Patty's coming home soon."

"Yes, in a minute." But she couldn't wait. In her drunken haze, she tugged his zipper down and french-kissed him. "Get on top of me. Put it in me. Quick."