My body went limp hearing his words. Words that were both exciting and ominous. His hand went to my face and lifted it up so that his lips met mine. They were softer than I expected. Gently he kissed me, his mother, as I moaned into his mouth. Softly, slowly, and lovingly his lips caressed mine. I knew this was wrong but I could no longer help myself, his tongue slowly pushing into me as I eagerly allowed its passage. I no longer cared that we were mother and son. I wanted him. God help me but I wanted him!

He broke our kiss and with a knowing smirk said,...