The dream was gone. All she recalled was that somebody was there -- not quite her deceased boyfriend, and not quite her son, Lee, but an amalgam of the two -- a kindred spirit that made up the two.

At first her wet fingers did the work, as she nursed herself slowly before taking a shallow plunge. The silence of the night soon made way for the telltale sounds of slick feminine sex and she began to breathe faster.

And soon, whether her eyes were open or closed, all she could see was her son on top of her, wrapped up in her thighs, their sexes unified in the erotic...