CHAPTER ONE
Today…
“Hurry up, Mom!
Brandon Crane sprawled on the bed in the master suite of the Aruban resort hotel, anything but relaxed.
His mother stood at the foot of the bed, clad in pink slippers and a short transparent nightgown that only accentuated the lush curves of her body. A ravishing, ivory-skinned redhead, at thirty-nine years of age Nicole Andrews, nee Crane, still had what it took to harden any man’s cock – especially her nineteen-year-old son’s.
“Patience is a virtue,” she teased, turning slowly so as to make sure that Brandon got a long look from every angle. Thanks to years of dedicated exercise she was fully aware that her lush, peach-shaped ass was still as high and round as a girl’s. Her slim thighs betrayed not a trace of middle-aged jiggle. Long hours at the gym had paid off in more than one way.
She had to admit that her most striking feature, her tits, were mostly a gift of heredity. She was delicately built, with a slender bone structure, yet her breasts were large and round and still firm with only the beginning traces of a little sag.