He heads toward the bed. "To your bed. You are freezing, mother. I can feel you shivering against me. I shall tuck you in nice and warm under the covers OK."
"I have a better idea hon. Dance with me . . . as you promised earlier. Your strong arms around me is all the warmth your mother requires." He deftly sets her on her feet agreeing to the idea.
"I just gotta step into the closet a moment to put on my dancing shoes. Wait for me, hon."
He plops down on the bed trying to relax knowing his fate is sealed.
A minute later his mother emerges from the closet. He glances up at her and smiles. "You look much taller." She is wearing a pair of wonderfully wicked pink neon open toed sandals and towering five inch heels that are a perfect complement to her pink nightshirt and panties.
As she st
