Scotty nodded his head slightly and after ogling my breasts, areoles beginning to peek out above the bustier, said, "I think so."

I kissed him then, letting my tongue explore his mouth and pursue and capture his tongue, a naughty thrill racing through me that I was French-kissing my son in public. When it ended, I took his hand in mine and we began to walk towards the entrance and I said, "If you get scared or confused, just take hold of my hand. Your momma will take care of you."

Scotty looked down at me with such a blissful smile, it made my heart ache with love for my...