"I want you to stay here with me," Bernice whispered. "And remember, Son, you'll always have me."

Neither Mike nor Bernice knew what exactly happened next, how it came about. They were sitting apart from each other one moment, the next, they were embracing, their mouths locked. Mike's right hand was on his mother's tit, squeezing the firm, pointed flesh.

"You'll always have me," Bernice whispered, darting her tongue inside his mouth. "You… you can have me now if you want."

Mike kissed from her mouth, leaving a glistening trail of spit over her chin, then pressed his lips into the hollow of her throat. As he felt her pulse beat against his lips, he also felt her nipples touch his chest.

"Can… can I suck your tits, Mom?" he murmured. "Oh, please let me! I'm sorry, I can't help it! I want them!"

Bernice ran her fingers through his curly shock of black hair, then touched his temples. Her insides were bubbling, alive with hunger. She knew she was taking advantage of him. He had been stood up, his girlfriend was out with another boy, and he was vulnerable.

"You can do anything to me you want," she whispered, pushing his head down to her tits. "And everything!"

CHAPTER TWO

Bernice felt her body shiver with anticipation when Mike opened her blouse, then removed her bra. How could this be happening? She thought. My own son, ready to suck my tits! Ready to… to… how would it feel to have his cock inside her?

"Fuck me!" she gasped. "Oh God, Son, I want your big cock in me!" She crushed his face against her tits and reached for the thick mound at his crotch. "I… I saw you in the bathroom tonight and I know it's big and hard and… and… beautiful, and I want it. I… I want you to fuck me!"

"Jesus?" Mike said, his loins now aching. His mother had turned into a wildcat! Actually, he hadn't even known it would lead to this, come this far. He had wanted hug, to kiss her tits. But fuck his own mother! "I… I can't do that," he stammered. "You're my… my mother!"