What a Son Wants – Part 01 [MF, Dubcon, Incest, Blackmail, Voyeur, Oral, Humiliation]

Snow was falling outside as the Harbor family made its way downstairs to the kitchen table, dawn barely brushing over the pale grey horizon. A late December morning, it was quiet in the house.

“You have an important meeting today?” Brandi asked, looking over her cup of coffee towards her husband, Todd. The petite blonde-haired woman was wearing her nightgown, a modest pink dress that extended past her knees. On anyone else, the straight-hemmed dress would have done no favors to a middle-aged woman’s figure, but Brandi was blessed with a thin tummy and full, perky breasts that filled out even the most unassuming of gowns.

“Just business as usual, dear.” Her husband’s response, or lack thereof, was also business as usual.

Brandi sighed, looking back down at the new romance novel she’d been flipping through. Her guilty pleasure, one that Todd routinely berated her over. She’d just gotten to a good part and was guiltily looking forward to her husband’s imminent departure for work. The jacuzzi master bath called her name, and the multi-speed detachable showerhead she’d bought as an early Christmas gift for herself, amongst some other things.

“What’s for breakfast, <om?” Jake asked, thundering down the stairs in grey sweats and white t-shirt: his pajamas. He had a laundry basket on his hip, overflowing with clothes. He’d just turned eighteen last week, and Brandi hated to think that this was the last Christmas that he was guaranteed to be home. With a shock of sandy-brown hair, warm brown eyes, he was her baby boy, but he wasn’t a baby anymore. He’d brought home his first girlfriend a week or so ago, they hadn’t lasted long, but it had been a surprise to see her son posturing about, grabbing ass and sticking his tongue down the poor girl’s throat. It seemed as if she’d missed him growing up at some point, and now he was a young man.

“Eggs and bacon, love,” Brandi said, pointing to the table. A pan lid covered the food, keeping it warm. It might be a bit on the soggy side, but Jake wasn’t one to complain. Food was food in her teenager’s hungry eyes.

“Thanks, Mom,” the teen said, slumping into the chair and devouring the food with an appetite that Brandi admired. She was grateful that at least someone in the family appreciated her.

Chair legs screeched on the tile as Todd stood up. “Gotta go.” He grabbed his briefcase and was walking towards the front door before Brandi could ever look up.

“Love you,” she called.

The front door shut with a click.

Jake was watching his mom as she watched his father walk down the front hall. He saw the way her full, pouty lips fell into a frown as he didn’t respond to her call, the way she looked back down at her romance book and sighed. She did that a lot, he’d noticed, especially around his father.

“Anything cool going on at work today?” he asked, conversationally. He was devouring his food, hardly tasting it, but it wasn’t for no reason. He wanted to finish up his breakfast quickly to try and beat his mom back upstairs. His cock was hard just thinking about his plan for the morning, the one he’d been putting together for a few weeks now. He’d been waiting for the right time, and last night, when he’d heard his mom’s moans through the thin walls of their house, he’d known the time was now.

“Today? No, just a meeting about the performance reviews coming up in a few days,” she said, her brow furrowing. She looked like she was about to get up, probably to go get in the bath, and Jake knew he was running out of time.

Hurriedly, he said, “Hey, Mom, can you throw my load of laundry in the washer for me?” The laundry room was in the hallway off the stairs, which would give him a second to sneak by. The look his mom gave him was wilting, he was supposed to do his own laundry, but Jake did his best to muster up the puppy-dog eyes that used to win him every argument as a kid.

It still worked.

His mom rolled her eyes, then sighed and nodded. “Fine, but only because you eat my cooking.” She turned and bent over, grabbing the basket of laundry he’d dropped by the table when he’d sat down. He took the moment to appreciate the swell of her breasts through the gown she wore, and he was a bit regretful that this time the front didn’t dip open like it sometimes did when she wasn’t paying attention. He’d gotten her a new robe this Christmas, one that was a bit looser up top.

He waited for a moment after his mom walked down the hall, her bare feet padding softly on the cold tile, counting to ten seconds to give her time to get into the laundry room. Then, quickly, he followed suit, walking on tiptoes down the hall. He paused in front of the laundry room, glancing in to make sure his mom was occupied—she was, bending over once more, this time to put his clothes in the washer. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from doing something stupid, the round, full ass almost too much of a temptation.

Still, Jake somehow managed to retain his self-control. When he was sure his mom wasn’t looking, he passed the door, then ascended the stairs to the second floor, where the master suite was. His mom was a person of routine—she always did the same thing, every day. Wake up at five, drink coffee, make breakfast, see his dad off, take a bath or shower, and then relax for twenty minutes or so before she went to work. He could count on one hand the number of times his mom had broken from that rhythm, and he was hoping that today wouldn’t break that cycle.

He paused outside the master suite, listening for any indication of his mom’s location. He heard the slam of the washer door, and he knew he had only a few moments. He was going to have to take a risk, but it was well worth it, in his opinion, and a calculated one. He’d seen the way his mother was looking at that romance book, the way she’d bit her lip when his dad had been walking away; she had one thing on her mind, and she wasn’t going to achieve it in the shower.

The shower stall door that stood in the master suite was fit with opaque glass, and as he pulled it nearly shut behind himself, he could tell in the mirror that only a dim silhouette of his hiding form was visible. If his mom wasn’t looking for him, he was certain that she would miss his hiding spot.

The door to his parent’s room shut solidly, and he heard his mom shout, “Taking a bath Jake, love you!”

He scrambled to pull his phone out of his pocket, his thumb swiping over the camera in the bottom to pull up the video screen. He hit the play button and waited, hardly daring to breathe.

After a moment, the bathroom door opened, his mom entering the room with a loud sigh. He watched intently as his mom’s fingers went to the buttons at the back of her gown, deftly undoing the small pearls that held the delicate lace garment up, allowing the gown to sink lower and lower on her shoulders. Jake didn’t move as he waited, watching through the crack in the door, his eyes on his mom’s thin, busty, petite frame as she let the gown fall into a pool on the bathroom floor.

It was clear right away that his mom didn’t know she had an audience, didn’t know that her son lurked in the shower stall just behind her. She was inspecting herself in the mirror, wondering if it was something about her that made her husband seem so uninterested lately. It seemed impossible to keep him interested, even in the evenings after she gave him a blowjob he would just roll over and fall asleep, leaving her to finger herself until she fell asleep.

Well, not anymore. Brandi went to the tub and turned it on, letting the hot water fill quickly. The jacuzzi tub’s bubbler turned on, and she felt her pussy tighten in excitement at what she knew was coming. Her eyes went to the romance novel she’d left on the counter, and she snagged it up after a moment. It would take a second for her bath to fill, and she wasn’t sure she wanted to wait.

Sitting on the counter, Brandi lifted one leg onto the countertop and left the other on the floor, spreading her legs wide. She’d dog-eared her favorite scene in the novel, where the beautiful maiden was approached by the foul, evil villain and was ravished in the field against her will. She reached down beneath the sink, snagging the small, purple bag that held her favorite bright pink dildo. Pulling it out of the bag, she shivered, holding back a moan of excitement.

Her pussy was almost dripping wet as she slid the head of her toy between her lips, getting it wet with her own juices so that she could fuck herself easier. She could already feel her body tensing in excitement for the orgasm she knew was coming, that it was craving.

Jake’s eyes were locked on the dildo his mom had pulled out from under the sink, surprised to see his normally hyper-conservative mom with something he’d always assumed she would consider the devil. His cock was rock hard in his sweats, and he wished that there was more space for him to jerk off. He’d have to do it later, maybe while watching the video he was making now.

His palm would have to do, for now, his hand gripped around the rock-hard rod that was wedged uncomfortably in his sweats. He wanted to step out and fuck her right there, but he knew that porn wasn’t real, and if he stepped out of the shower now then he’d probably end up in trouble, not laid.

So, he stayed quiet, holding his breath as his mom pushed the pink cock her pussy, thrusting it into her wet, squelching cunt over and over as she sat on the countertop and fucked close to orgasm.

He’d never known his mother was such a slut. He’d heard her masturbating at night, sure, but he hadn’t known that she plowed her pussy with toys like this. It was hot as fuck, but he was also ninety percent sure that if his dad knew, he’d have a stroke and probably kick his mom straight out for being a whore. They were both old-timey Christian types, only have sex for procreation, and he highly doubted that his dad knew that mom moaned like a bitch in heat while riding a bright pink toy when he went to work.

Not that he was complaining. No, Jake didn’t mind at all. His cock was painfully hard now as he watched her, saw the look on her face that showed how close she was to cumming. Her eyes were clenched shut, the shaft of her toy drenched in white lather from her desire. He stroked himself through the thick material of his pants, close to groaning himself as he heard his mom’s soft whimpers.

His mom was a screamer. The choked scream of pleasure as his mom came on her toy nearly made him cum, too, but he held on. His eyes were locked on her as her body writhed and squirmed on the countertop, her hips bucking and twisting as she came. After a moment she fell quiet, panting heavily, her eyes closed in bliss.

Jake was completely still, not wanting to somehow give away his presence. The sound of the bath still filling obscured any sounds of rustling cloth, but his paranoia spiked as his mom was done, and he realized he would have to sit in the bathroom with her until she finished bathing.

The doorbell rang, distant and far, and the savior that Jake didn’t know he needed. He watched his mom’s face scrunch up in annoyance, and she shouted, “Jake, get that!”

Silence, obviously.

“Jake!”

When he didn’t respond, his mom sighed again, pushing herself off of the countertop she’d been lounging on. She grabbed her nightdress off of the floor, but she moved with a bit more fluidity, her motions more relaxed. Her orgasm had done her good.

Jake listened intently as the door opened to the bathroom, then the master bedroom. He gave it thirty seconds, waiting until he heard his mom speaking to someone at the front door before he finally abandoned his hiding place. He made it to his room safely, where he quickly shut the door, pulling up his phone and the priceless video on it.

The sound of the front door shutting made his cock ache, thinking of his naked mom and what he’d just witnessed. He’d expected her to finger herself or something in the bath, not straight up fuck herself on the counter. He’d gotten way more than he’d bargained for, and it excited him. He wanted to watch.

The ultimate video for his spank bank.

***

The next morning, Jake pulled the video up on his phone. He’d watched it probably a dozen times the day before: twice in the morning before he’d gone to school, a few times in class (he had shown his best friend, obviously), and multiple times later that night. When he’d heard his mom masturbating again in the evening, after his dad had come home and they’d all had dinner and gone to bed, he’d pulled up the video and watched it alongside, imagining her thrusting her toy into herself while he stroked himself.

Now he was ready to go again, though his enthusiasm was starting to wane a bit. He almost hadn’t watched, until he’d heard his mom start the bathwater, and he knew that she was getting ready to start her morning ritual.

He’d barely pulled the ten-minute or so long video up on his album when a soft knock at the door made him nearly drop his phone, scrambling to hide it face-down in his lap, trying to hide his boner as he did so. The door opened, and his mom peered in, pouting.

“Hot water is off until this evening, love. Gas is turned off until five, I think. That’s what the gas company said when I called.”

“Gotcha, thanks mom.”

The door shut quietly behind her, but Jake found that he wasn’t quite as interested in watching the video now. His cock was still hard, but knowing that his mom wasn’t going to be in the bathtub fingering herself while he was jerking it to her video ruined a bit of the fun.

He put the phone in his sweats, then left his room.

His mom had dressed quickly, wearing a dark red dress with black legging and boots. She lounged on the sofa, that romance novel in hand. Now that he knew what she did with those books, he was going to look at them a bit differently.

He sat down beside her, saying, “Going in to work early?” He pulled his phone out, idly surfing the web, but his mind kept going back to the video he’d snapped in secret. His dark eyes flicked to his mom, innocent in her reading, and he clicked on the video. The sound was off, but he didn’t need the sound to remember the moans of his mom as she’d slid the dildo into her tight, clenching pussy. His cock jerked in his pants and he had to bite his lip to stop the groan. He placed his hand across his lap, hoping that the gesture looked natural, not awkward as he’d imagined it did.

His mom didn’t look up.

The video played, and he felt a new excitement surge through him at how he watched the incriminating video so close to his mom. His cock pulsed under his palm as he watched the toy slide into her, his real mom sitting only two or so feet away. His hand stroked his rod, stiff and hard, and his eyes flicked to watch her, the video playing in his peripheral.

He noticed exactly when his mom saw him doing it, though she didn’t say anything, not right away. Instead, she got tense, and she stopped flipping through her book. Somehow that was hotter than if she had called him out, knowing that she watched him do it, instead.

Finally, she said, “Jake, what are you doing?”

He didn’t stop, his hand moving a bit more exaggeratedly along his shaft, gripping harder. He had a bit of an idea, though it was reckless. The way she was watching him emboldened him, though—his mom hated confrontation.

“Jake, stop it,” she snapped, sounding annoyed and uncomfortable, but she didn’t move away from him on the sofa. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t say anything, merely turned the phone around, showing her a brief clip of her sitting on the bathroom counter, legs spread with a giant toy shoved balls-deep in her pussy. He had a solid grip on his cock now and was absently stroking it, fighting the urge to pull his sweats and boxers down and pull himself out to show her what watching the video had done to him. They were tight and restrictive, but he didn’t make the move quite yet.

“Why do you have that?” she asked, quietly. She’d gone pale, but she still didn’t move either away from him or towards him. He was close enough that he could lean forward and touch her.

He shrugged, slipping his hand under his sweats and grabbing his cock. He was the hardest he’d ever been, knowing that he had his mom’s captive audience. He stroked the rigid length, grunting slightly as he felt how slick his head was with precum. His eyes went to his mom’s tits, nice and perky in the red dress she’d chosen for work, though unfortunately hidden entirely from his view. She worked in a law office and often had to dress for court, so her dress was conservative and elegant, but showed little of the body she worked so hard to maintain.

His cock jerked, and he pulled it out of his sweats. “Dad would hate to see this video, wouldn’t he, mom?” he asked, slowly, knowing that she would follow his lead. He knew he should feel slimy about blackmailing his mom, but a part of him got hot at the thought of his mom not having any say in the matter. After watching her with her toy, he knew she needed this, anyways.

It didn’t take her long to understand the implication of his threat. “What…?” She’d gone paler, if it was possible. “You can’t show your father that, Jake, you know that! You know how he is!” He would be humiliated by his slut of a wife, he would be disgusted. “He would throw me on the streets if he saw any part of that video,” she whispered, softly.

He knew that. “Then it’s a good thing he’ll never know about it, Mom,” Jake said, reaching out and taking one of her hands. He pulled it towards him, guiding it to his cock. He wrapped her fingers gently around his shaft, squeezing, pulling it along the length. A groan slipped from him, and he looked up, seeing that she looked stricken. His cock jerked in excitement, and he pulled the video around to let her watch as he guided her hand along his shaft. “Look at how slutty you are, Mom,” he said, biting off a groan. “I don’t know why Dad doesn’t fuck you. I would.”

He pulled his hand away, adding, “Keep going.”

Brandi looked at Jake in shock, unsure of how everything had moved as quickly as it had. One moment she had been in the depths of her book, the next she had been watching her son masturbate right next to her. Now her hand was wrapped around his cock, feeling the hard, veined rod throb and pulse as she stroked along his length. He was already slick and wet from precum, and she wondered where he had been hiding to get the video that he was making her watch. She felt sick, knowing that he had been hiding, watching her somewhere.

His eyes were closed, but she didn’t dare make a move for his phone, which was clenched tightly in his hand. The video had paused, and now he was just laying back, his hips rocking upwards into her grip, her strokes small and timid but satisfying in who delivered them. Jake was elated, the high of knowing that it was his mom’s hand wrapped around his dick almost enough to make him shoot cum all over right then and there. He didn’t, but he liked to imagine her face if he did.

“Harder, Mom,” Jake said, his eye opening just long enough to push the play button on the video, putting it in front of her face so that she had to look at her own lewd display, listen to her moans of pleasure.

Brandi stroked a little bit harder, hesitant, feeling as if she were doing something terribly wrong, but she knew that there was nothing that she could do. The video that played in front of her face was as damning as if her husband had walked in on her in the throes of passion with a whole man. One time he had found her bullet vibrator, a small little egg on a string that she wore sometimes around the house when no one was home, and he had about demanded a divorce for her carnal sins. She’d promised never to do it again, and for nearly twelve years she’d held onto that promise. Now her sins came back to haunt her again, this time as her son used them against her.

She looked at Jake, his eyes closed, the lids flickering in pleasure as her grip tightened reflexively. He groaned, his cock dribbling precum onto her thumb, and she felt her stomach flip over, choking back anger and despair and disgust.

Jake paused the video, putting the phone to the side. He stood up, and Brandi scrambled back, worried he was going to do something else. She realized she feared her son, and what else he knew about her, and she held her breath softly as he stood beside her on the sofa.

“I didn’t say you were done, Mom,” Jake said, his tone annoyed. His cock jutted in front of her at face-level, and she looked up at him, horrified. “No, you don’t have to suck it,” he said, smirking as he saw her expression, “but you can’t stop yet. Spit on it; I’m getting close.” His cock was bigger than his father’s, not that she’d tell him that, and she could see the throbbing vein that curled along the underside of his shaft.

She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, looking up at him, pulling on his length. He groaned, then repeated, “Spit on it.”

Brandi closed her eyes, sucking in a shaking breath. The memory of the video burned brightly in her mind and she leaned forward, spitting onto the thick, mushroomed head of her son’s cock. Her palm wrapped around the purple head, squeezing, spreading the lubricant along the thick length.

Jake hissed a breath out through his teeth, his eyes clenching shut. “Much better,” he murmured, “now stroke me off onto your tits.”

Brandi’s eyes widened, and she looked down at the dress she was wearing. It was one of her best, and she needed it for her presentation today. “Let me take this off—”

“Leave it on,” Jake said, smiling. “And finish me off, Mom, or you’ll be late for work.”

Brandi’s eyes shifted to the clock on the wall: 7:38. She had to be at work by 8:00, and they were a ten-minute drive away from where she worked. She glanced at Jake, aghast. “I need to go now, Jake, I can’t be late for work.”

“You leave now, and Dad will see this video before you make it to work,” Jake said, shrugging. His cock was still rock hard, and as her hand motions had ceased, the saliva she’d used to lube it up had dried. “Better get to work, quick.” His hand reached out and squeezed one of her full, round breasts as he spoke, and she gasped audibly, startled at the audacity of her son. He just smirked, his eyes flicking meaningfully to the phone that lay abandoned on the sofa beside him. Within reach, and clearly remembered.

Her face red, Brandi leaned forward, getting ready to spit onto his cock.

“In your palm, first,” he said, easily, as if it were the most natural request in the world. She stared at him, hoping he was joking, but his cock jerked in front of his face, and she shook her head. But she did what said, spitting into her palm, before she once more wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked. His cock was hot and hard beneath her palm, like a steel rod wrapped in velvet. She could smell the subtle musk of his body odor, and she realized he smelled similar to his father.

She had no choice but to tug his cock towards her tits, as Jake had ordered, as he had sidled closer to her on the sofa and practically had his dick resting on her breasts. Her palms schlicked across his length wetly, and she was embarrassed as she saw his precum bead out onto her dress. But his breathing was growing quicker, more ragged, and she recognized the sounds of an oncoming climax when she heard them.

Jake was close to cumming, he could feel it in the tightening of his groin, the growing tension that made him certain he was about to burst. Something he’d said had stirred his mom to passion that had been lacking, and now her grip was strong and tight around his shaft, and she stroked his cock towards her tits just like he’d demanded. Beads of precum were welling up on the head, dripping into clear droplets onto her dress, and he reached down, pushing his cock against the silky red material, rubbing the underside of his shaft against the swell of her tits. The combination of his mom’s saliva and his cum left a dark, wet smear.

It was hot as fuck to watch her stroke him off, he had to admit, even if she was just doing it to get it over with. Seeing her give in to his demands made him groan, his hips rocking towards her, fucking the tight grip she used to rub on his cock. Part of him wanted to go back on what he’d said and demand she suck him off, too, but the other part of him resisted, for now.

He didn’t want to push her too far, after all, he still had some things in mind for his mom.

“I’m gonna cum, Mom,” he murmured, feeling the pressure building. He looked down and saw her face, saw her trying to pull back away from him. Without thinking, he reached down and grabbed his mom’s long, blonde hair, pulling her head back and holding her captive while his cock spurted jets of thick, white cum across the front of her dress. Her hand still wrapped around his shaft, and he reached down, wrapping his hand over hers, forcing her to milk to last drops of his climax onto her dress.

It was an impressive puddle, spilled out across the bosom of her dress and down towards her belly. Some had even landed on her neck. He let her hair go, stepping back and grabbing his phone. He called, “Thanks, Mom. I needed that. Love you,” before running back up the stairs to his room.

Brandi stared after him, shocked by what had just happened. She looked down at her dress, her favorite dress, ruined by the cum of her own son. She looked at the clock on the wall: 7:52. She was running late, but not too late.

Jumping up, Brandi grabbed a towel from the kitchen sink and wiped the semen off the best she could, but it was way too late for her to go upstairs and find a new dress. The presentation started at 8:15, and the few minutes she’d taken to wash the cum from her dress already had her pushing towards running completely behind.

She stepped back, looking at the dress in the mirror. There was still a big, pale stain in the center of her breasts and leading down her to her thighs, but there was nothing she could do about that. It would have to work—maybe a jacket would hide it better.

Brandi sighed, grabbing her keys and coat from the hook by the door. She hesitated, then shouted, “Love you, Jake.” Then she left before she could hear if her son said anything back.

***

Brandi patted the stain, doing her best to ignore the stares. All day long the stares had been the same—straight at her breasts, as if HR wasn’t a thing. Not that she could blame them, though. Jake had been the one to get her into this situation. She didn’t understand him, didn’t understand what was going on. When she remembered the way he’d come onto her this morning, grabbing her breasts and being so vulgar… she flushed, embarrassed. This was all her fault. If she hadn’t been playing with toys in the bathroom then he wouldn’t have ever gotten the video to use against her.

“Messy breakfast?” Brad joked, stopping at the table where Brandi was setting up her presentation. Her cheeks burned brighter as she realized the implication, but of course, he didn’t know what the stain really was.

Brandi laughed awkwardly, but she was saved from answering by her phone buzzing. She grabbed it, glancing at the text.

JAKE: Love you, Mom!

Attached was a screenshot from the video he’d been watching of her, and Brandi quickly flipped away from the text, humiliated. She was dreading going back home tonight, to the house where her son was waiting with this new game of his. How long would he keep at it? And how long could she hide it from Todd, if Jake decided to keep at it?

“Brandi?”

She blinked, realizing someone was speaking to her. “I’m sorry,” she said, shaking her head as she turned to her boss, “I’m ready.” She’d have to worry about it all later, when she got home.

***

Jake’s mom was late getting home from work, which meant that his dad got home first, a rare occurrence. As usual when that happened, his dad ordered pizza for dinner, and Jake disappeared into his room while he waited. He’d been home alone for a few hours and had already gotten things in place for the next part of the plan he was brewing up.

He kept glancing at his phone, at the unanswered text he’d sent. Had he pushed her too far already? He’d thought that wouldn’t be too bad, a little cheeky, maybe.

Headlights on his wall warned him that his mom was home. He glanced out the window, snow falling slowly across the streetlamps, and saw his mom getting out of the car. She was bending over, grabbing something out of the back—the pizzas. She must have stopped and gotten it on the way home.

Jake ran down the stairs, reaching the landing just as his mom entered the front door with two large pizzas in her hand. She froze when she saw him, but before he could say anything, his dad stepped out of his Den. “Pepperoni?” he asked, taking the pizzas from her. When she nodded, he said, “Come and eat.”

Jake saw his mom hesitate, saw her absent-mindedly reach up and touch the stain he’d left on her. His cock got hard immediately, especially as his mother said, “I’m going to go change, first.” He smirked, knowing why, and he saw his mother frown as she saw the look.

“What?” his dad said, grabbing her by the arm and urging her towards the kitchen. He sounded impatient and annoyed. “The pizza is hot, changing can wait until afterward. Jake, you, too. Dinner.”

Jake wasn’t going to argue. He followed along behind, enjoying the way his mom’s hips swayed in the dress she wore. His dad walked ahead, and, following a bold urge, he stepped up and grabbed his mom’s ass, slipping his hand underneath the bottom of her skirt and fondling the curve of her cheek through the black leggings she wore.

His mom gasped, turning to see that Jake stood behind her, grinning. His black sweats that he wore were tented outward, and she blushed. He leaned forward, asking, “Didn’t you get my text? I was thinking about you today, Mom.”

Brandi didn’t say anything, just took her seat at the table as soon as she could. She was worried that Jake would sit next to her, but it was somehow worse when he sat across from her, instead. She couldn’t help but look at him, and she now noticed that he stared at her breasts. His hand brushed her knee more than once, lingering with a squeezing caress.

“Jesus, Brandi, what’s that on your shirt?” Todd asked, sitting down beside her. “You make a mess this morning during breakfast?” Jake’s laugh made her heart sink, and she just shook her head.

She didn’t think her son was through with her just yet.

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