His hands gripped her hips, pulling her closer, and she shifted, positioning herself over him. “You’re a good kid, Jack. Xxx “I love you too, Mom,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her skin as he spoke. “I know I’m not some eighteen-year-old co-ed,” she murmured, her voice teasing yet vulnerable. A tattoo? I may be a little drunk,” she giggled, her tone playful as she reached for the hem of her blouse. She kissed me, and I… didn’t stop her. With the bottle finally empty, they sat in comfortable silence, the weight of the night settling around them. His cheeks flushed faintly, and he avoided her gaze. The contact made her gasp, her body shuddering with anticipation. He fell back onto the mattress, his eyes wide and dark with desire, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
