But it felt too impersonal, too generic. He nodded quickly, his face flushed, but his eyes were locked on hers, filled with a mix of confusion and desire. Every inch of her skin was alive with sensation, her nipples hardening beneath her thin shirt, her breath coming short and shallow. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of the ribbons. By the time she pulled into the driveway, her resolve was firm, though her hands still trembled slightly as she turned off the engine. “Faster,” she gasped, her voice breaking with need. “Merry Christmas, Mom,” he replied, his voice filled with love and gratitude. Had this always been inside of her, just waiting for some stranger to say something that opened some hidden door inside of her? She paused for a moment, taking a deep breath, before heading upstairs to bed, her heart fluttering. “Thanks for helping, sweetheart.”
When they were done, she turned to him with a hopeful smile.
