"We'll be eating late. Get yourself something to snack on." She loved looking at her son. He was her favorite. And he was getting so big. He was almost as tall as his father.

"I'll go in in a minute."

"The sun feels good." She yawned ant stretched her arms over her head. "If you're not hungry, stay here and talk to me. I'm feeling down."

He flopped down on a nearby glider and slipped his shoes off. "What's the matter, Mom? Need a new hairdo or something?"

She grimaced. "Do you really think I'm that frivolous?"

"Naw, I'm just kidding."

She raised one knee, forgetting her lack of panties. When she saw the teenager gazing at her legs, she quickly pushed her thighs together.

"Can you see anything?" she said.

He grinned and averted his eyes. "Hell, no." She glanced down at the tiny tendrils of cunthair escaping her shorts. "Stop looking at me like that. You're making me self-conscious."

He grinned. "Aw, Mom." Pulling his tee-shirt off, he stretched out on the glider and closed his eyes.

He's so beautiful, she thought, taking a swallow of her drink. So sexy.

"Do you think I have pretty legs?" she said, parting her thighs slightly.

The boy glanced up. "Sure. They're at least a ten."

"Do you really think so, or are you trying to make me feel good?"

He snickered. "Hey, Mom, honest." She brought her knees back and deliberately exposed herself to his eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest. Why am I doing this? she thought. Why am I practically inviting my own son to rape me?

"How many of those have you had today?" the boy said, nodding toward her drink.

"This is my first."

"Yeah?" He sounded skeptical. "Looks good. Mind if I finish it?"

"Here. I'll fix myself another." She held the glass out.

The teenager took it. He worried that his mother drank too much. He gulped the rest of it down and placed the glass on the ground.