Heated Tales: 101 Stories of Pleasure
Just the sensation of her thighs pressing together, rubbing the panties against her now-swollen clit, had her on the verge of moaning.
The heat didn’t help. Ever since she could remember, heat made her horny. Something about being sweaty and flushed, her flesh slick and warm, always got her worked up. Not that it took much these days, but—what the hell was wrong with her? She was lying next to her son.
Not just next to him—Vince was taking up so much of the narrow bed that their sides were touching. That added to the heat, both externally and—she hated to admit it—internally.