Leaning back against the island counter, in just about the exact same spot as yesterday when f****d her hard and fast, Kate gave her son a warm smile before asking, "How was school? Nice?"
"Hmm, nice, yeah." Dropping his book bag on the kitchen table, he approached her slowly, like a predator approached its prey maybe. "But not as nice as the way you look, Mom. Going out?"
"I'm supposed to be meeting Francine and Liz for drinks in a bit but I have time to make you something to eat... if you are hungry."
"Oh I am definitely hungry," he said with a near growl as he drew up near. Billy was anything but stupid, knowing the way she was dressed was tantamount to an express invitation.
The implied invitation was made more explicit when he easily remembered what she told him just the day befor
