"I think so, Mom," he said, his voice thick.

"I want it to be that way again," Donna said in a soft voice. "But your father is gone, and I don't have anyone, and don't want anyone, except my two boys."

"You mean Ted and me… doing that with you, Mom?"

"I don't know about your brother," she said. "He's kind of young, and I don't know if Ted would even be interested."

"But you want to do it with me?" he said. "Since it happened once, why not?"

"I don't know, Mom."

"What is that supposed to mean?" she asked. "You don't know if you want to, or you don't know why not keep on with it?"

"Why not keep on," he grinned now.

Donna's face lit up and she hugged him tightly. She turned his face to hers, and kissed him, her lips hot and soft and writhing. She dipped the tip of her tongue against his lips, licking them, then turning him loose.

She stood up, her shoulders straight and pulled back, her tits straining at the thin T-shirt, nipples protruding. The front of her white shorts was wet with his first come.

With her eyes burning, she peeled her T-shirt from her body, tossing it to his bed. She stood with her hands on her hips, legs parted, her naked tits thrusting. Mike's eyes glowed on them, a grin on his face. Donna shrugged her shoulders, making her tits wobble from side to side. They were full and firm, but not large. She felt good to expose herself to Mike, felt very good. She stepped closer to him, and lifted his hands, curling his fingers about her tits.

"Feel them, honey," she whispered. "Feel my tits all you want."

With hungry eyes, Mike caressed his mother's tits, twisting and pulling at her nipples. Donna moaned softly in delight, watching his hands squeeze her tits. She rolled her hips as wetness seeped out of her cunt into the crotch of her shorts. She grasped her son's wrist, and slipped his hands down her sides, over her hips and thighs, then pulled them around to her ass. She pulled her son's face into her naked stomach, and Mike kissed at her belly button.