Moments later when Aaron returned, he found his mother refilling their glasses. "Let's go into the living room. There's more light there."

"Sure," was all he could mutter as she led the way with hurried footsteps. As he followed her, his hard-on screamed in his jeans as if it sensed his mother's moistening tunnel hurrying along in front of it.

She set their wine glasses on the coffee table and turned to her son, trying to control her excitement. "You have them?" she asked as she knelt down beside the table.

Aaron nodded as he lowered himself to sit beside her. He dropped into her hands two red cubes. She...