Saturday evening came and Stevie was out back again in her flimsy bikini, the ruffly little black Brazilian number that she knew Lee loved so much. Lee had been gone the whole afternoon, meeting friends and doing a little shopping.

She was watering the garden – best done at the end of the day when the setting sun couldn't damage the wet leaves of the plants – when Lee came home and snuck up to his room. A few minutes later he was outside with her, appreciating that sweet air the moisture caused after a hot day.

And not a moment too soon he was admiring his mother's curves, and...