"Good night, Dane," Jodie snapped.

She tried to stand up, but he easily pulled her down on her back, keeping her on the couch. He roughly unzipped her jeans and started pulling them off. Jodie screamed in alarm and made a grab for her jeans. The result was that Dane pulled her right off the couch onto the thick, soft rug.

"Dane, stop it!" she cried.

He just gave her one of his maddening grins and kept on tugging. She lost her grip on the jeans, and off they went. He dropped quickly down beside her and grabbed her panties. Jodie sobbed in mortification as he stripped them off and tossed them out of her reach.

Then he practically tore off her rumpled bra and shirt, leaving her naked and blushing. Jodie lay there in a daze and watched his clothes fall to the floor. Then she collected herself and tried to get up and make a run for it. Dane, down to his jockey shorts, grabbed her and pinned her down on her back.

"You're not going anywhere till I'm finished with you, Mom," he leered. "You gotta get it through your head that I'm not a little kid any more and that you can't treat me like a baby. That's what I'm gonna prove to you tonight."

"Dane, please," Jodie sobbed, "don't rape me. Promise you won't do that!"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about that, Mom," he said with a strange smile. "I'd never do that."

Then he pushed her thighs open and exposed the juicy pink flesh of her cunt-slit. Jodie blushed as deeply as she ever had in her life. Her son was crawling between her splayed thighs, and she felt his hot breath on her naked pussy. Yet he'd just promised that he'd never force her to fuck.

He didn't. Instead, he pressed his face into her swollen fever-hot pussy and started to lick.

"Ohhhhhh, God, ohhhhhh!" Jodie wailed.