"I'd love to go," she said. "Just let me get dressed."
A short time later, as they sat in the darkness, watching the fuzzy picture on the screen, Bernice shot her son a glance from the corner of her eye. He looked bored.
Well, the kids didn't come to this particular drive-in for the movies. That was obvious from what people around them were doing. She knew that Mike was probably regretting asking her out.
"How are you and your girlfriend getting along?" she asked, trying to sound casual. "Do you…"
"Well, I'll be Goddamned!" Mike said suddenly, looking sharply to his left.
"What's the matter?" Bernice asked.
"That little cunt is over there with Bobby Randolph!" Mike said, fuming. "I ought to go over there and break both their fucking necks!"
"Don't, Mike," Bernice said, touching his arm. "If a girl would stand you up, she's got to be crazy. Just leave them be."
"But she's probably fucking the living…" He stopped suddenly, turning beet red. "I'm sorry," he said, looking at his mother. "I'm… just so pissed." He looked again at the car where his girlfriend and Bobby Randolph were. "I think I will go over there and kick some ass," he said, his hand on the door.
"No," Bernice said, digging her nails into is arm. "I'm not going to let you. Don't be an idiot. She's not worth it."
Mike turned and was about to say something, perhaps vent his anger, but he stopped short. He'd never seen his mother look quite like that. Not like a mother at all. Her eyes were pleading, yet filled with a strange light.
"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!"
"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.
"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.
"Put your tongue back in," Bernice cried out, grabbing him by the hair of the head. "You're driving me crazy! I can't stand it any more, you little stud! Eat me! God, eat me alive!"
Mike bit down on her cunt like a striking cobra. The second his lips hit the hairy snatch, he jabbed his tongue inside, then curled it upward, drawing it over the slippery surface.
"Mmmmmm, delicious," he murmured, his voice vibrating inside her canal… "I'm gonna eat you up and swallow you, baby!"
When her passion became almost unbearable, Bernice began humping violently against his face. As his tongue stabbed in and out, she could feel her clit throb against his nose, ready to explode. She began writhing, bucking wildly, every cell of her body burning with ecstasy.