"But today you look so fucking hot. Those tight shorts and this slinky little shirt with no bra." He paused and when next he spoke his voice was barely audible.

"You have nice tits, mom."

"They're small," she replied, her other hand covering his over her chest.

"They're perfect," he responded.

“Just like the rest of you. You have a nice slender body and your perky little tits look just right on it."

Slender body...what twenty year old spoke like that? Worse, what mother sat there letting him talk about her tits?

"A mother who is finally realizing what she wants."

"These tits?" Again, seemingly without her direct consent, she moved.

Emma arched her back and pushing Eric's hand down, placed it directly on her right breast. Eric gasped in surprise, but the sound coming from her was a loud moan as her son's palm grazed her throbbing nipple through the thin material.

For the first time since he'd touched her, Eric looked stunned and uncertain, but Emma purred in his ear.

“Go ahead, baby, play with mommy's tit."

Eric's trembling fingers gently squeezed her breast and when she moaned, he grew bolder and his fingers found her nipple and rolled it between them. Her pussy gushed as her son fondled her tit.

Putting her arm around him, she kissed his neck.

Eric released a whimper that caused another wave of sticky moisture between her thighs and her voice lowered into a purr that would make a phone sex operator jealous.

"Want to see mommy's tits, Eric? You want to suck on them?"

“Oh, yes, mom...please?" He whimpered again and Emma's hand dropped into his lap.

They both moaned when she felt how hard he was through his jeans.

She squeezed his cock and ran her hand along it, admiring its Length thickness and how fucking hard he was!

“No woman can make a young man as hard as his mother can."

“Hmm, this has mommy thinking about sucking something too." Emma moaned, then easing back from him, grabbed his hands. She guided them to her waist and pushed the bottom of her t-shirt into them.

Raising her arms over her head, she looked him in the eye.

"Take this damn shirt off and suck your mother's tits."

Her heart pounded and she squirmed on the bed noting how the thong stuck to her sopping pussy. Eric blinked several times and his eyes seemed to come back into focus. He lifted the shirt several inches, then stopped and let her shirt go so fast it was as if it had burned him.

"What...?" he stared down at his hands as if like her he hadn't been in control of them.

Emma swore she heard something snap in her mind and immediately crossed her arms over her chest, covering her obviously erect nipples.