"What are you doing?" she hissed in surprise. She found herself standing inside the entrance to the type of place where women bought things to turn on their lovers, not to wear in front of their sons. It seemed like it was against the rules to even be in that kind of store with him, but she couldn't deny the situation was exciting enough to make her swollen nipples throb.

"We should find you something nice to wear," he said.

"Nice?" Sherry giggled, knowing nice meant skimpy in this case, if not even completely inappropriate.

The giddy mother was aware of other shoppers and a couple of clerks casting furtive...