Even when I tried to use my one free hand to pull my robe down to cover my ass, my son persisted, filling his greedy hands with whatever ample expanse of supple flesh he could. "Abe, I'm trying to cook here," I whined, my will to resist audibly wilting.

"I know, Sadie. I'm just admiring your...body of work." I tittered at the terrible pun. My son's hands continued to roam the secret erogenous areas of my body, distorting the placement of my robe and causing my skin to feel flushed. Abram kissed my neck again, this time more sensually, humming. "Mm." Then again on the other side. "Mm." He slid...