"I had you inside me for nine months," Bernice moaned, unable to control her emotions. "I want you inside me again. Now… tonight."

Mike knew that he should pull away. It still wasn't too late. He had just been upset, gone crazy, and his mother hadn't been out with anyone in two years. He opened his mouth to tell her they must stop, that it was wrong. Instead of speaking, he closed his lips around the firm, rubbery nipple.

"Ohhhh, Mom!" he winced, sucking the silky mound over his tongue. "You're so sweet and hot!"

"Mmmmmm!" Bernice gasped, his mouth sending electric-like ripples of pleasure into her chest. "Suck me, Son. God, lick my tits and fuck me! Do everything to me."

If Mike had any further arguments with himself, he forgot them. All that seemed to matter now was the sensuous curves beheld, the soft mounds of tit, how his prick ached for release.

"Can… can I lick you all over?" he murmured, lowering his hands down her sides, tugging at her skirt. "Can I… oh, Mom, I want to kiss your pussy!"

"Yes," Bernice gasped, leaning back against the door. She spread her legs and hiked her skirt up. As it folded around her waist, she yanked her panties down, revealing he blonde-haired, oozing hole. "Stick your tongue in here and fuck me with it," she panted. "Oh God, Mike… hurry! I'm on fire!"

Mike completely removed the panties, then grabbed her thighs. At first he simply looked at the glistening, pulsating hole, his mouth hanging open. He'd never seen a woman so exited in his life!

"You're beautiful!" he gasped, lowering his face to the damp patch. "Jesus… beautiful all over, Mom…"

His words became a muffle as he closed his lips around the tiny, delicate opening. He then took a deep breath, inhaling the steamy aroma of her canal, and thrust his tongue fully inside. As it slipped through the churning walls, he felt the back of his throat ache. Quickly, he sucked in some of the flaming juices, feeling them burn across his tongue like acid.