"I see a paddling has made a new boy out of Steve," she said from across the table. "Maybe I should beat the hell out of Tom once in a while."

"Aw, Mom," Tom grumbled.

Carol lifted an eye toward her son. "You need it, young man, and often. You're becoming impossible."

Mary saw Steve grin at his plate. She knew what was going through his mind, and she felt a shiver flow up and down her spine. A sudden gasp came from her. Steve had placed his hand underneath the table on her thigh. She shot him a worried look, but he was paying no attention to her other than resting his palm on her thigh.

Mary wanted to shove his hand away, but she couldn't stick her own under the table without calling Carol's attention to the motion. When Steve moved his hand along her thigh, caressing it, she wanted to jump up and run from the restaurant. The bare touch of his hand on her thigh sent her cunt into wild pleasure.

She ate without tasting the food, lifting it to her mouth with robot-like movement. She knew Carol was looking at her strangely, wondering what was wrong.

The meal was over and Mary had no recollection of what she ate. She and Steve left Carol and Tom outside the entrance to the restaurant with a mumbled good-night. Her son's hand closed on hers as they started back to their room. Again she refused to squeeze Steve's fingers even though he squeezed hers. Usually, in the room, Mary would go into the bathroom and dress in her nightgown while her son prepared for bed in the room. But tonight she sat on her bed, facing away from her son, hoping he would undress and crawl under the sheets first. She didn't want him to see her in a gown now, although he had seen her that way many, many times. Mary knew, without a doubt, that if he saw her in a nightgown now, after she had sucked his cock off, he would get a hard-on, and things might develop further.

She heard him removing his clothes, and a tremor traveled through her body.