For a moment when she woke up the next morning Dana was confused. She was alone in her bed. Had the previous night been just a wild, intense dream? From the aching of her head she knew that her drinking hadn't been a dream. It had all seemed so real, but where was Mike? Had he been so freaked out when he sobered up and woke up beside his mom that he ran out of the apartment?
Dana's fears were quickly put aside when she heard a rattling noise from the kitchen. She felt a little better knowing that at least he hadn't run out of the apartment in shock about what they had done. She tried to figure out what he was doing from the noises she heard. She debated if she should go to him and worried things would be awkward between them.
These concerns were quickly put aside when the door to the bedroom slowly opened. "Good morning," Mike said as he entered the room, still completely naked and carrying a tray with breakfast and some coffee.
"My hero," Dana joked as he set the tray down and gave her some coffee. They both took long drinks of the strong coffee and ate some food.
Finally, Mike said, "I figured if you were feeling like me you could use some coffee this morning." They laughed about how much they had to drink the night before and Mike teased her that she might not be as good about knowing how to drink without getting a hangover as she thought.
The moment and conversation struck Dana as a little odd. They talked about everything that happened the previous night except the most obvious thing. Despite the fact that they were both still completely naked in bed together neither one had yet mentioned their fuck.
At one point there was a long pause in their conversation and Dana couldn't wait any longer. "Mike," she finally said with a tone that let him know she was serious. "Are you OK with this? With what happened? I mean..." She planned to go on and tell him that if he was feeling weird or uncomfortable that it could just be a one night thing and didn't have to mean anything. She planned to tell him that the most important thing to her was their relationship as mother and son and she didn't want anything to affect that. She planned to say a lot of things but he interrupted her.
"Yes," Mike simply replied. Dana looked at him with her mouth still hanging open. She was surprised by the quickness and certainly of his answer.
"Mom," he said a little nervously, "what I said last night was true. I've been thinking about you, about this, for a long time."
"Really?" she asked excitedly.
"I guess it all started when I started swimming in high school. You were so cool to hang out with, not like a mom but more like a friend. There were times when I would see you in your suit and..." His voice trailed off and he didn't need to finish because Dana knew exactly what he meant.
"At first it really confused and bothered me," he admitted. "For a long time I thought I was a freak. I don't know, maybe I am."
"Oh Mike," she comforted, "there is nothing wrong with feelings. You can't control how you feel or who makes you feel things. You can only control how you act on those feelings." She set her drink down and took Mike's coffee out of his hand before also setting it down.
"I think we are both well adjusted adults," she said. "And I think that whatever we want to do in the privacy of our own home is fine." Dana couldn't believe that she was saying this to her son. How could she so calmly and easily be trying to convince her son that it was OK for them to keep fucking? She knew it didn't make sense and probably wasn't "right", but she also knew she wanted it desperately.
"Really?" Mike asked hopefully. His expression made her think he was afraid she would tell him this must stop when she woke up this morning.
She rolled toward him and lay down on him letting her tits press against his chest. She could already feel her desire growing rapidly and she immediately knew she wanted to show him she was very serious about what she said.
"Yes," she replied lustily just before she leaned down to give him a deeply passionate kiss. She crawled over him so she was straddling his soft cock and teasingly kissed and licked him all over his face and neck. She felt his cock immediately begin to stir and grow.
When her lips were near his ear she seductively whispered, "I want to fuck you as often as I can." Mike groaned wildly. His cock jumped and very quickly became rock hard. Dana quickly and gracefully spun around so they were again in the 69 position and she drew his hard cock into her mouth. Mike hungrily licked and fucked her with his tongue as she slowly and teasingly played with his cock. Unlike the previous night she didn't want him to cum like this. She had another plan in mind.
Once her pussy was nice and wet from the sexy combination of his saliva and her juices she crawled off his face and again spun around. She straddled his waist and slowly lowered her pussy toward the tip of his cock as she held his cock steady. She slipped just his tip inside her pussy and then stopped.
Mike groaned in wild lust at being so close to fucking her and not knowing why she stopped. She couldn't resist a little more teasing before she finally fucked him. "Do you want to fuck mommy?" she asked.
"Yes," Mike groaned wildly.
Dana slipped a little more of his cock inside her pussy and asked, "Do you want mommy to fuck you like this all the time?"
Mike again groaned wildly and Dana finally lowered herself down on him completely so his cock was fully inside her. She thought to herself that now it was time to show Mike the pleasures of fucking a truly experienced woman. She knew Gina was a good fuck and probably was equally as good with men, but she also knew that even Gina wasn't nearly as skilled as her at the art of fucking.
Dana slowly rode Mike's cock taking her time to tease him both with her movements and with periodic squeezing from the walls of her pussy. She gazed down excitedly at him as he gasped and writhed in pleasure under her. Knowing she could give her son such intense pleasure made her feel nasty, horny, and very, very sexy.