It took only a few days for Natalie and Kevin to find an apartment. By the time they did, Liz was not so sure she wanted to see them go. She could never have explained her feelings exactly, but she knew that it had much to do with the attention Kevin paid her that Tom never did any more. Whenever she stepped into a room and he was there, he would smile sensually and give her compliments that she might have been unwilling to accept from Tom, when she gave it some honest thought. One morning, over coffee, she wondered idly if she had been guilty of reversing her relationship between father and son, treating the father like a son from the moment of marrying him and treating the son to more freedom, more respect, and… and more love! How strange, but could it be true?

And there he was, their last day at home, coming into the kitchen for the glass of milk he always liked to drink in the morning and true to his routine, smiling at her in the way that made her experience a strange feeling of being ill at ease in the familiar relationship. She knew she felt flustered and looked away, taking a deeper swallow from her cup than the tiny bit of coffee justified. She got mostly air and coughed. She could swear his eyes followed her though. She could feel them traveling a slow burning path up her firmly molded thighs and the smoothly rounded outline of her asscheeks as she sat sideways of him, and a blush began tingling warmly along her hairline.

"You know, you look awfully good," he laughed warmly from across the room. "Maybe too good for a mother. I'll miss having you around, Ma."

"Thank you," she said in a thin dry voice that sounded cold even to her. She had to sound cold to fight the horrible incestuous feelings her son was capable of arousing in her. She stifled the desire to tell him that she would miss having him around, too. That was the last thing she wanted him to know at the moment.