"So fucking hot and sweet!" he gurgled. "I… I didn't know pussy could be this good!"

"Eat me!" Bernice screamed out, clawing at his wide shoulders. "Oh fuck, lick my pussy to death. Oh fuck, lick my pussy to death!"

She couldn't remember ever feeling this good before, not even with Larry. Or perhaps it had just been too long.

"Ohhh!" she yelled suddenly as her insides burst with an explosion of pure, raw release. She squeezed her legs together, trapping his face between her thighs. She then pushed him against her cunt, holding the back of his head with both hands.

"Eat!" she shrieked. "Eat me to death, you little bastard! Lick it in! Fuck me with your tongue! Eat!"

Mike couldn't believe the tremendous vacuum inside his mother's pussy. It was practically yanking his tongue out by the roots! He pulled away with some difficulty.

"You're hotter than a firecracker!" he panted. "Jesus, let me see it!"

"No!" Bernice said, her voice tortured, filled with anguish. "Don't look… suck it! Lick it, you sonofabitch!"

Mike wanted nothing more than to do exactly that, but still he wanted to see it, find out what it was that snuggled around his cock. He placed his thumbs at the sides of her opening and tugged the loose folds of skin back. When the pink, fluttering tunnel came into view, he peered inside. It was a work of beauty. Slick and oozing, the coral-colored walls were slightly oval, almost as small as a throat.

"You expect me to put my cock in this little thing!" he gasped. "God, you're smaller than Roxanne!"

In fact, his mother was more beautiful, more sensuous, more delicious than that little whore ever would be. She was nothing but a girl. His mother was a woman and she made him feel like a man.