Janice stood there, watching Carl through the open patio doors, and gasped. Then she smiled indulgently, her eyes twinkling. He obviously hadn't heard her come home because, if he had, he certainly wouldn't be lying on the couch doing that. She licked her lips, moistening them, the movement unconsciously sensual. He was a handsome boy, and bore a remarkable resemblance to his father, despite the obvious generation gap. Ni...

“Mom, what are you doing here? I thought you were out to lunch.” Carl reached for one of the many cushions sprawled over the couch, his voice sounding higher than usual and containing a touch of horror that appealed to Janice's mischievous nature. She glanced down at his naked body and felt a rush of pleasure envelop her. “Hmmm, you're almost perfect,” she told herself. “In fact, here's only one thing wrong with this,” sh...