"Listen, Mom," he said eagerly, "we could really help each other out. I mean, I miss Lisa, and you're not getting anything from this Craig. We're both horny, so why don't we do each other a favor?"

Jodie gasped in shock.

"Dane, haven't you ever heard the word incest?" she cried.

"Yeah, but it doesn't scare me," he said. "I mean, if nobody else is involved, who would we be hurting? Come on, Mom. I'm really turned on by you!"

The feeling was mutual. Jodie was about as turned on by her teenage son as she'd ever been by a man. And he was right in a way. They were both horny, and they could help each other out. But that didn't mean they'd be justified in starting an incestuous relationship.

"No, Dane," she moaned, "it isn't right and I won't do it. Now please let me go."

"That's not fair, Mom," he answered, his voice hoarse with longing. "Just feel what you did to me. You can feel it, can't you?"

She could feel it, all right, and she was fighting to get away from it. Dane's cock had mushroomed against her belly as they kissed. And now it felt enormous and hard as a rock. It was torture for the fuck-starved schoolteacher to feel it. It was all ready for action, all hers – but it would be wrong to have it.

"I'm sorry, Dane," she moaned, "but I can't help you. You'll just have to jack off."

"No, Mom," he growled, "you jack me off. You gave me this hard-on, so you take care of it!"

He rolled off her, onto his back, and grabbed her hand. He set it on his prick, which stood up rigidly, at right angles with his flat belly. Jodie shivered as he shoved her fingers against his thick hot column of cock-meat. He forced her fingers around his prick and moved her fist up and down.

"Go ahead," he rasped. "Do it!"

Jodie knew it was wrong, but she was tired of fighting him. She knew he'd keep pestering her till she did something to relieve his lust. She might as well get it over with, and then maybe he'd be thinking clearly again and she could reason him out of his crazy, incestuous ideas.