Kevin swiveled from his stance and went to the kitchen for ice. She was sitting exactly where he had left her when he returned except that she had filled each of their glasses with more scotch. He dropped a couple of ice cubes in each glass, handing her one.

Liz drank gratefully, her mind so engrossed in her own thoughts and the relieving feeling of the cold liquor washing down her throat that she didn't notice him coming up close to her. Suddenly she sensed his face inches from her own, his breath hot again against her mouth. She squirmed backward, but he approached again, his huge blood-filled cock pressing against her leg and his hands massaging her flat tense abdomen. She couldn't deny the fascination her son held in her, the almost hypnotizing warmth his hands produced and the thrill of his heavily throbbing cock poking near her moistly widening cunt. Neither could she ignore the fact that she was married to her son's father regardless of what Tom seemed able to ignore. She could hardly forget her strict moralistic background, either, which would certainly place her in hell fire for the feelings she was entertaining about her own son. But the most important thing of all was that Tom shouldn't be confronted so perhaps she had better play along. Hopefully, she wasn't just rationalizing her own desires! "Oh, yes, Kevin. I understand," she whispered.

She lay her hand softly on the warm firmness of his hip without even thinking of what she was doing. She felt his hand reach around to the back of her dress, playing with the latch and zipper over her back until he had pulled it loose. It fluttered down, catching on her hips momentarily, and then it fell off and she kicked it to the floor. With frenetic rapidity, she pulled her half slip off too and tossed it carelessly onto the bed.

CHAPTER FOUR