This wasn't Molly winning, this was Mary.

Paul's lips worked from mine back down to my neck and his hand left my breast to slide down my side and over my outer thigh. I drew my leg up, bending it at the knee and opening my legs for him. His fingers caressed the inner thigh of the leg that was still straight, then slid up, past the increasingly moist flesh between my legs to fondle my ass.

Still slowly stroking him, I worked my hips, silently imploring his hand to slip below my ass and explore his mother's suddenly very willing pussy. Or was it sudden? I'd wanted him the other night there was no doubt and even before we'd fallen asleep tonight the desire was there.

No, this wasn't sudden this had been there for some time now and I'd denied. Mostly because it was wrong, but partly because of people like Malcolm telling me that it was more okay than I thought. All the talk of incestuous desires had helped me fight off the taboo love growing within me.

But that denial had fueled my rage, which I now knew was as directed at myself as it was Paul and it had served to awaken that forbidden lust, but in an ugly way. I'd taken my son the way I'd felt men had always taken me, like a piece of meat to be used.

In many ways I'd gotten off to that treatment, never wanting to admit it, but knowing it was true. But Paul hadn't wanted it that way, he wanted it this way. He wanted to be slow and sensual and good to me.

And I was ready to let him.

I gasped when Paul took his mother up on her lascivious invitation and moved his hand down my ass and ran his fingers through the soft wet Lips of my pussy. His lips worked around my neck then down between my shoulder blades.

“Oh, yes." I groaned when his fingers eased inside of me and his thumb found my swollen clit.

I worked my hand down the length of his shaft and cupping his balls and gently kneaded them before working my hand back up his cock. He moaned into my back when I rubbed my thumb across his sensitive, and now dripping head.

I tried to roll back into him, planning on getting on my back to play with him more and kiss him, feel him pressing against my breasts. But Paul placed his hand in the middle of my back, stopping me.

He then pushed firmly, causing me to roll over onto my stomach for him. Paul began kissing my back once more while his fingers were buried inside me and his thumb rubbed my clit in slow circles.

His lips continued down my back and I felt him slide down further down the bed. I moved my hips up and down, working his fingers deeper and encouraging his thumb on my clit. Paul was now kissing the small of my back and I purred when his lips slid lower until he was kissing the left side of my ass.

I whimpered in disappointment when his hand left my pussy then gasped when a moment later he placed his knee between my legs and I felt his bare cock against my inner thigh. He leaned over, his lips finding my neck.

He moved his hips, sliding himself along my leg, leaving a sticky trail in its wake. Paul placed his hands on either side of my head and keeping his head low enough to kiss my back, slid his cock through my wet slit. I moaned when the spongy head came into contact with my yearning clit and my heart raced when he eased back down and pushed inside just enough to make me whimper and wiggled my hips, trying to entice him all the way inside.

He eased himself a little further, the head of his cock slowly spreading me open and turning my head to look over my shoulder at him, I whispered, “Go ahead, Paul, I'm all yours."

“Oh, honey." I sighed when he entered me in one smooth thrust.

Paul moaned in my ear as he remained still, engulfed in his mother's warm wet pussy. He moved his hips, slowly pumping me and nuzzling his face into my neck, kissed it. I lay beneath him moaning softly as my son moved within me.

He was straddling my leg and I could feel his balls sliding across my thigh as he pleased me with long slow strokes. He lowered himself down to me, pressing his chest to my back as he continued to work his hips in a slow sensual rhythm.

“Mom, you feel so good." He said in my ear, punctuating his remark by sucking on my earlobe.

“So do you, baby, so do you." I breathed and I wasn't just saying it, God he felt amazing!

I lifted my head and craned my neck, getting my face around just enough for him to lean over and kiss me as he filled me with his hard flesh. With him on me I couldn't move my hips and remained still as he did the work, sliding in and out of my wet heat.

My nipples were so hard they were aching and my clit was throbbing in need, but I swore I could stay here all night, just enjoying his long slow thrusts into me.

"I love you, mom." He whispered against my lips, "I really do.

"I love you to, baby." I swallowed hard and added softly, “And the way you want me to."