"You still love him, don't you?" he asked, his voice a bare whisper.

"Yes, Mat, I do."

"I love you very much, Mom."

Gloria lifted the teen's head up and kissed him on the lips. Then something happened. Something neither she nor Mat seemed to have any control over. Their lips pressed together and she felt the teen's breath, hot and sweet, still smelling slightly of wine.

He placed his hand on her tit and squeezed. Then his hand went down to her thigh. She quickly put her hand over his and whispered, "Mat, please, don't…" But it was no use. She didn't want the teen to take his hand away. She started to unbutton his shirt.

He began to pant, kissing her more passionately. She slipped her tongue between his lips and he sucked on it hungrily.

"Oh Gloria…" he whispered hoarsely.

Gloria pulled the shirt tails out of his jeans and caressed his chest, feeling his little teats hardening under her frantic touch.

My God, she thought, what are we doing? But she was powerless to stop it.

"I want to feel your tits," he groaned, his face flushed, his eyes strangely lit.

He unzipped her dress and fumbled with her bra clasp, becoming more and more excited. Gloria looked down and saw the clear outline of his erect penis inside his tight jeans. She felt the fire burning in her cunt. His cock looked very big. She had never seen the teen naked. He had always been so modest. But now she was seeing a different side of him. And a different side of herself.

His penis looked so big!

The teen's eyes widened as her tits tumbled out of the confines of the bra. They were full and well-shaped, the nipples very big. And pointed. She forced his head down and felt his hot lips on her tit knob.