He pressed himself against her, his pussy brushing her ass, still wet and throbbing, and she whimpered, a desperate sound in his voice.

“Don’t tease,” she growled, her hands gripping the edges of the bench, but he laughed, low and commanding,Beautiful Body and gripped her hips, lifting her slightly. The nude fabric hugged her legs like a glove, warm and sleek, and the more he ran her fingers over them, the more he felt like they were all he needed. I removed my hand from between the gaps of her top and headed for her waistband. “Not bad, Mom,” he said to the reflection, half-joking, half-mesmerized.

The door flew open.

“Ken, I swear, if you’re–” Linda froze mid-sentence, standing in his body with a glass of water in hand, staring at him.