He suddenly scooted closer to her on the couch and grabbed her, forcing her back against the seat and planting a hot, hungry kiss on her mouth. In the two days they'd been together again, he'd never kissed her like a child should kiss his mother. He'd always kissed her like a lover.

That was unfortunate, because Jodie's resistance to sex was very low at this stage in her life. If she'd been back in college, dating and fucking all the attractive men she wanted, she'd never have been vulnerable to her own son's flirtation. But she had only one man in her life right now, Craig, and he wasn't giving her the fucking she needed.

So as Dane pressed his hard, hot body against her and drove his slippery tongue into her mouth, Jodie creamed right through her panties and shuddered with longing. She just didn't need this temptation, this provocation. Dane had come along at the worst possible time for the sex-hungry teacher.

She tried to wrench her mouth away from his, but he was too strong for her. The petite woman couldn't win a physical struggle with her six-foot son. As he kissed her, he slipped his hands onto her thrusting tits and squeezed them sensuously through her clothes.

To her shame and embarrassment, Jodie felt her tits responding to his caresses, swelling up taut, her nipples going rigid and throbbing. He had to feel those changes even through her bra and t-shirt. At last he pulled back and let her catch her breath. His eyes were hot and horny.

"So you don't believe I'm experienced, huh, Mom?" he asked, his voice husky with longing. "Well, I'm gonna prove it to you!"

"No, Dane!" Jodie cried in alarm. "I'm not going to fuck you, absolutely not!"

"Hey, take it easy," he crooned, sliding his hands under her t-shirt. "I didn't say anything about going all the way, did I? I just wanta show you a few other things. It won't get serious."