Then Dane let her go with a laugh.

"Let's get out of here," he said. "I can hardly wait to see my new home."

For the rest of the day mother and son chatted, telling each other about their lives, getting reacquainted. Jodie was struck by how affectionate Dane was. He kissed, hugged, squeezed, and patted her at every opportunity. It was nice, in a way, but it was also maddening.

The boy was incredibly handsome and sexy, and his body was mature and very male. He didn't seem like her son. He seemed like a hunk she wanted to get her hands on. She just couldn't help it-her own son was turning her on like mad.

So she was relieved when Dane, exhausted from his long trip and from jet lag, decided to go to bed early. That gave her a chance to be alone and to think straight. She knew she had to be very stern with herself and get rid of this insane attraction she was feeling for her own son.

It's incest, Jodie, she told herself. Mothers don't have affairs with their sons.

She had a nightcap, then went off to bed, but she couldn't sleep. It had been a pretty exciting and disturbing day, after all. And as usual she was feeling horny. She knew from sad experience that she'd never get to sleep unless she masturbated.

"What a drag," she sighed, kicking back the covers.

In the moonlight coming through her sheer curtains, she could see herself. She rolled up her nightgown and exposed the pretty little triangle of her cunt-bush. She opened her thighs and slid a hand between them, touching the scorching, soaked flesh of her pussy.

She shivered and moaned as she caressed her hot, engorged cunt-folds. It had been a mistake to go so far with Craig last night, because it had just whetted her appetite for more. She ached to be fucked. She knew she'd never rest till her cunt was crammed with a big hard cock.