"Remember what I said, baby. Any. Time." She took his phone and entered her own number, telling him to text his back to her as soon as he got home.
Diane was already sitting in the passenger's seat when Jimmy got to the car. He had his shorts and T shirt back on now, and he couldn't help taking in the view of the way his mother's swimsuit cover left her cleavage and thighs exposed. Her legs looked even thicker as she sat on the car seat. Her son couldn't get over how smooth her skin looked.
"Thanks for driving, sweetie," Diane said. "I shouldn't have let Brenda pour so many glasses."
"I don't mind, Mom. But are you sure you feel okay?"
"Oh, I'll be fine. I just want to get home, take a shower and freshen up. Then I'll be as good as new."
"As long as you're okay," he said.
Diane smile
