It wasn't much later that Ashlee told her son she wanted to go home, so they got into their limo and let the driver take them away. When they got home, Ashlee got out a bottle of wine and poured each of them a drink. They sat on the couch to drink and talk about the day. Phillip looked especially handsome in his black suit, and his mother had to fight the warm tingles fluttering in her pussy. She crossed her legs and squeezed her thighs, which only made it worse. And then she couldn't ignore the way her son was looking at her.

Ashlee had worn a simple, black...