"Oh Mom," he whispered. "Let's stay like this all night. Don't move at all. I want to go to sleep, just like this. Mmmmm, with my dick inside you and fucking andd…"

His voice trailed off to a murmur as he closed his eyes, exhaustion setting in. Finally, he dropped off to a happy, dreamless sleep, his cock slowly wilting, easing out of her shitter.

As Bernice lay beneath him, her own passions spent, she had time to think about what had happened. Was it something that would have taken place eventually, or had she forced it? She searched her mind, ready to encounter the horrible guilt. She had, after all, seduced her own son.

Perhaps it was bad, she didn't know. Still, she hadn't used a lead pipe, she reasoned. And it wasn't like she was doing it to her whole family. Just Mike.

After all, there were Brian and Gary and Tammy. She wouldn't dream of touching them. Wouldn't even dream of it!

Moments later, she fell in a deep sleep as she dreamed those exact thoughts.

CHAPTER FOUR

The morning light brought guilt and shame for Bernice, and it was with the greatest difficulty that she could even function. Breakfast had been a nightmare. While Brian, Gary and Tammy chatted easily, as they did on a Saturday morning, Mike seemed intent on making everything into a sexual comment, to have a double meaning. She was afraid even to look at him.

She almost crowed with relief when Tammy went to see a girl friend and Gary and Mike went to play ping pong at the recreation center, two blacks away. That left her with only Brian, the eighteen-year-old. It was his day to mow the grass, and he was now in the backyard dressed only in cut-offs, behind the mower, his firm body glistening in the late morning sun.