Chapter 3

Wiping my hands on the sheet, I jumped from the bed with renewed energy, like a child running to the Christmas tree on that special morning. My son would be my savior. Throwing on a black silk robe that ended three inches above my knee, I tied the sash and flung open my bedroom door. When I reached Mike's bedroom, the door was closed. I gently knocked.

"Mike, you awake?"

"Wh-What?! Oh yeah!"

"Can I come in?"

Not waiting for a reply, I opened the door and saw Mike dive under the cover. I stood startled, perusing the room. His sneakers, shirt, and jeans were lying on the floor. His socks and briefs too. Mike was naked!

Turning to leave, I stopped with my toes facing Mike and my chest away from him, twisted like a pretzel. Why is he naked? I thought. Resting or... ? Could he have been jerking off? Did I catch him rubbing his hard cock? Adding to my contortionism, I looked over my shoulder. Mike was sitting against his headboard holding the cover to his chest. My eyes quickly dropped lower, but his raised knees made the blanket look like a ski slope.

It was strange that Mike didn't say anything. He just stared at me with wide eyes. And those eyes got wider when I uncoiled and walked towards him. He shifted uneasily under the cover.

"I want to talk to you about what happened before ... you know, when you saw me in the foyer," I said.

"Mom, you don't have to explain."

His eyes traveled to my body and I clutched the robe closed. "I do. You see ... um ... well, it's just that..." I didn't know what to say. I couldn't tell him that I wasn't sexually attracted to his father ... that I had a night of sex planned with the help of a potion. Shit, the potion, I thought. I forgot about that. It's doing it to me again. I gotta leave. I can't feel this way in front of Mike. Oh god, he is so handsome. My stare burned into the blanket where his cock would be -- wishing I had x-ray vision. Is he hard? I thought. His cock is so close and I know he's naked. Was he jerking off? I gotta know or I'll die.

Looking back to my son's face, I asked, "What were you doing when I came in?"

Mike's eyebrows shot up. His eyes darted from right to left and up and down, anywhere but at me. His breathing quickened. But his mouth remained closed.

"Were you ... you know, masturbating?"

"Mom!"

"I just wanna know. I wanna know if, when you saw me like I was, if you needed to do it. That's all."

"Mom, I can't talk about this."

"I just wanna know if you found me as sexy as I find you."

"What! What do you mean you find me sexy?"

Shit, I didn't mean to say that. The potion caused the Freudian slip. "Look, all I meant was that you are a young man who is in the prime of his sexual life and the way I was dressed..." Damn-it, I was making it worse. Why do I keep talking about sex? I thought. How am I going to get out of this mess?

My thighs rubbed together, causing the fishnets to make a satiny sound. Then I remembered I was naked under the robe, except for the stockings and garter belt. My son was lying next to me naked under the cover and I was sitting on his bed naked under my robe. The thought of that, in combination with the potion, caused me to clench my pussy and shudder. Mike looked at me. He saw that, I thought, blushing.

I wanted ... no needed ... to thrust a finger inside my pussy. The potion had not worn off. But that's why I was in Mike's room. I couldn't masturbate in front of him so it was a clever way of fighting the potion. All I had to do was kill time until the potion wore off. I needed to talk about anything but sex.

"So, how's school?" I asked. "Any hot dates lately?"

Shit, I did it again. Why did everything I say revolve around sex? It was the potion. It was also how Mike looked. He was so cute hiding under the cover. I wished I was one of the coeds in his college. I'd show him the time of his life. There I go again, I thought, thinking about sex.

"Mom, I met a few girls."

"Did you have sex with them?" My hand flew to my mouth, clamped over it. Mike stared at me wide-eyed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked that. Please forgive me."

"Um, okay."

I felt an attraction toward Mike that was overwhelming. He was so mature. He forgave my foolishness. He was the strong one. I leaned forward and wrapped my arms around him, hugging his face to my chest. His rippling muscles were hard, so unlike his father's flabbiness. I caressed his solid back with one hand, my other on the back of his head, holding him to me tight. His warm breath tickled my soft skin. My breast! I thought. His face is inside my robe ... against my breasts. I'm pressing his cheek to my naked breast.

About to push him away and close my robe, I hesitated. It felt too good. For years I had wanted to hold Mike like this, but as a growing teenager any attempt at intimacy embarrassed him. But now I had my beloved son in my arms; and I wasn't about to let him go. If he tried to break free I'd allow it, but he didn't. In fact, I felt his face nuzzle against my warm breasts.

My chin dropped, bringing my lips to his wavy black hair. The strawberry scent of his shampoo permeated my nostrils and filled my entire body with lust. I kissed just the tips of his hair, teasing my lips, while inhaling deeply. And then my mouth smashed into the top of his head while my hands pulled him closer to me.

I heard a moan, not knowing if it came from me or him. I hoped both. My kisses continued all over his head and then down the side until his ear received the same treatment. My lips captured the top of his ear and I sucked noisily. I wanted more. I wanted to taste my son. On autopilot, my tongue pushed into his ear and wiggled. This time the moan definitely came from Mike so I continued the onslaught.

My tongue froze inside Mike's ear. Was my mind playing games or did I just feel... ? Oh god, there it was again. A soft, almost imperceptible kiss, and then another, and yet another as each progressively got more determined.

"Aahhh," I sighed as the softness of Mike's wet tongue slid against my flesh. "Oh, baby, do it," I cried out, fingers tangled in his hair and my eyes closed.

Nudging his head, his lips brushed my naked flesh and then I had him where I wanted him. Mike's lips parted and gently captured my erect nipple. A jolt of electricity shot through my body as his teeth gently bit. But it was nothing compared to the tidal wave that followed as his tongue flicked the already hard nipple. I abandoned his ear, unable to hold the weight of my head as it fell, my chin slamming into his back, his shoulder digging into my neck. My body shuddered and tensed and shivered.

My hand cupped the back of his head as he suckled my breast. His head twisted so I held on tighter. No matter how hard I tried, it was a losing battle. His head jerked back. Our eyes met, mine pleading, ready to cry.

"I couldn't breathe," he said softly.

I was so happy. Mike wasn't rejecting me. Cupping his face in my hands, I pressed my lips to his. Our tongues met inside his mouth like lovers. Our lips smashed so hard I felt teeth behind them. Saliva drooled down my chin. One hand slid to the back of his head while the other shoved the cover down. Pushing Mike onto his back I located the edge of the bed cover with my foot and extended my leg. As soon as the cover cleared our bodies, I dropped down on him, sandwiching his hard cock between our bellies. The sash was still tied, but the robe had opened both above and below it. His scalding dick heated my skin.

I had forgotten about the potion, my rational mind overtaken by lust. I felt emptiness in my pussy, a need driving me. Shimmying up Mike's body, I paused when my clit slid over his hard cock. I pushed down, wiggling my pelvis, the length of his dick parting my labia, grinding against my clit. I stopped moving and held Mike tight. His body thrust up, smashing his cock against my clit. Biting my lower lip, my face scrunched as I tried to hold back my climax. I wanted more, much more!

Sitting up with a knee on either side of Mike's prone body, our eyes met. This time his were the pleading ones. His eyes dropped to my chest and then lower. His hands paused at my belt. He looked up again, and I nodded. After pulling it apart, his arms dropped to his sides. Looking down, I saw what he saw. My tits were standing out proudly, my nipples harder and longer than I had ever seen them, and my parted legs and arousal caused my pussy to be open. Shrugging my shoulders, the silk garment slid down my back and off my arms. I tossed the robe aside leaving me naked except for the garter belt and fishnets.

I lifted up a little -- and time stopped! Mike and I were suspended in what seemed like a parallel universe. Both naked on his bed with me straddling his hips, his twitching cock continually bumped against my spread pussy. It was surreal. As if in a dream, my hand reached between my legs, grabbing his hard cock. I pulled it towards me, the fat cock-head brushing my clit. But I didn't stop there. My slit functioned like a track, guiding my son's dick to the target. And then the tip made contact with my wet hole and slipped inside. My body shuddered and my pussy clenched to make sure it didn't escape. I sat down, his hard cock sinking in deep. My orgasm was like an earthquake, causing my body to tremble with a magnitude Charles F. Richter never envisioned when introducing his scale.

Opening my eyes, I saw the fear in Mike's face. "I came," I said softly, finding little energy left to speak. The sides of his mouth curled into a smile, and his face beamed with pride.

I began slowly rocking, Mike's cock sliding partially out when I leaned forward and sinking back in when I sat back. I was glad I was on top because my pussy was so sensitive it couldn't bear anything more intense. Mike's fingers dug into my fleshy hips, pulling me to him as his lower body jerked up. Seeing the urgency on his young face, I tried to accommodate his need, but it felt like a cattle prod inside me igniting nerve endings I never knew existed. It simply was too uncomfortable.

Mike's eyes and mouth opened wide when I slid backwards, his cock popping from my pussy and smacking against his belly. But before he could speak, I scooted down his body until my face hovered over his twitching cock. Grabbing the slimy cock, I hesitated momentarily before shoving it between my lips and glancing up. Mike's eyes closed instantly, a long sigh passing over his parted lips.

I had never tasted myself, but now my active tongue greedily licked my tangy fluids off Mike's cock. My head bobbed up and down, lips dragging over my son's cock, obscene slurping noises occasionally replaced with gagging. I was obsessed, a madwoman, the potion turning me into a slut. Sometimes the cock entered my throat causing me to pull completely off until my choking stopped, but then I instantly swooped down again, gobbling the cock as if it would evaporate if left unsheathed.