She jerked upward and sat back on her haunches, feeling ashamed, unable even to look him in the eye. How would she ever be able to face him again, to face her husband? She felt dirty, wicked.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Mike asked, touching her arm. "You sorry we did it?"

"Yes," Gina answered slowly. "Aren't you?"

"Hell no," the boy laughed. "Shit, I'd like to do it again."

His smile was so carefree, his look so innocent, that Gina felt a surge of warmth in her veins.

"I'm… I'm your mother," Gina whispered.

"And I'm gonna be a mother fucker, if you let me," Mike grinned. "I was in that pussy once before. How about letting me go back?"

Gina laughed suddenly, feeling as if a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Her son's attitude had changed her own. She felt alive, desired. And perhaps she would regret her actions in the morning, but there was tonight.

"Fuck me, you little mother fucker," she giggled.

CHAPTER TWO

Mike pushed his mother to her back and squirmed between her legs. He looked down at her face for the longest time, memorizing the soft contours. He brushed his lips over hers. As their tongues danced like snakes, he moved his large hands over her hips, upward to her breasts.

"Want me to lick you a little bit first?" he whispered, kissing her chin. "Hmmmmm?"

"No," Gina teased. "I want you to lick me a lot."

"Oh… Wow," Mike said, lapping the hollow of her throat. "You're so beautiful!"

He licked her neck, her right shoulder. He then kissed the smooth, soft flesh down to her fingertips. After leaving them wet with his spit, he nibbled over to her upturned, ripened breasts. Slowly, he opened his mouth and sucked the tiny, pink nipples across his tongue, one at a time.