Stevie began to sigh, and breathing a little heavier she kissed her son open-mouthed, the tip of her tongue dancing off the tip of his. Those full-on kisses, loud and wet, lips sucking at each other, were the ones that really fired her up deep down.

Lee's hand roamed almost everywhere, up her thighs, over the rolling hill of her hip and to the valley of her waist and her ribs, before settling atop one breast. His kisses became hotter, heavier, breathier then – and so did hers – as his thumb and forefinger sought the erect nipple and began to lightly tickle and pinch.

She pulled away, eyelids a...