"Seriously, Mom? You're a fucking sex goddess, and you know it."

"Bradley! Watch that language!"

Arlene felt like she had to say something motherly under the circumstances, even though her son's obscene compliment pleased her immensely.

"Just stating the facts, Mother Dear."

"Well...thank you. I suppose," she said coyly. Her nipples were hopelessly erect now and it was so obvious her son noticed and was enjoying the sight. "What in the world made you ask such a question?"

Bradley paused. He was thinking but still smiling. "I just wanted to know if it was something that would bother you, since the same thing is probably going to happen to me."...