Mary wondered what this would do to her relationship with her son. Their room contained two beds, and neither had thought anything about the sleeping arrangements here at this moderately priced seaside resort. But now it was different.

Mary wore a knee-length cocktail dress, and very little jewelry. She required hardly any makeup. Leaving the bathroom, she saw her son sitting on his bed, dressed for dinner.

When Steve looked at her, she still found it difficult to meet his gaze. She knew the cocktail dress called attention to her tall, slender and exceptionally curvy body. She knew her rounded, firm tits were enhanced by the tightness of the dress, and if she were not wearing a bra, her nipples would be protruding against it. The skirt hugged her firm, shapely ass and molded her long thighs. If not for the slit up one side, she would have had to take very short steps. As it was, the slit parted with each step, revealing half her thigh.

It was not, she thought, a dress to be wearing after sucking her son's cock off. Not if she wanted to put a damper on his sudden interest in her.

Mary was confused about her desires now. Unable to deny the ecstasy she had received by sucking his cock, tasting his cum in her mouth, she was also undecided about doing it again. At times, when she glanced at her son, it was obvious that he was willing to have her give him another blow job.

As they walked toward the dining room, she felt her son slip his hand into hers. She kept her fingers loose, even though he squeezed her hand. Even the simple act of holding hands sent a rippling tingle through her cunt. This is madness, she thought, sheer madness.

All through dinner her son acted as if he were her escort, showing more politeness than ever before toward her. Carol was amused by it.