Dani and Jack Labelle are your average mother and son. She’s controlling, and he’s rebellious. She works hard, and he coasts along. She dolls herself up, and he can barely manage an old tee and boxers. Sometimes, it’s all Dani can do to not strangle her lazy, careless and self-centered son. But what keeps Jack safe from his mother’s wrath is the one thing Dani loves more than anything else in the world.

Her son’s cock.

So the Labelles might get under each other’s skin, but more often than not, they’re just getting under each other’s clothes.

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A spotless, silver BMW X5 pulled up by the school, and the students watched a middle-aged woman step out from the driver’s seat. This woman never failed to drop jaws. Her D-Cup bust was dangerously close to bursting out of her red tube top. Her black leggings hugged exceptionally wide hips and a pair of thighs that could bring down empires. Large, round sunglasses obscured her eyes. Her chestnut locks moved freely in the afternoon wind. “Jesus H. Christ. I’d sell my kidneys just to get a taste of her.”

“My dad knows a guy. Want to set something up?”

Jack turned to the unfamiliar tenth-grader who had made the quip about that woman and threw him a murderous look. Those who hadn’t noticed the sudden change in his demeanor simply stared at the woman as she bent forward to adjust her heeled leather sandal. As high school boys were wont to do, they drooled at the sight of her endless cleavage.

“She’s Labelle’s,” one of Jack’s classmates remarked. The tenth-grader tried to avoid Jack’s glare, and eventually uttered an insincere “Hey man, I was only joking,” and became unusually preoccupied with his shoes.

Giving the barest of farewells to his compatriots, Jack approached the woman, kissed her cheek, and made his way to the driver’s side. He turned on the ignition, drowning out any final comments the boys made.

“Hey, you,” the woman said, hooking her sunglasses on her neckline. Her eyes were a wicked blue like Jack’s, only lighter. Jack’s eyes were the open ocean; Dani’s were two sculpted shards

of ice.

“Hey,” he responded before pulling away of the school.

“Bearable day?”

Jack only gave the briefest of murmurs before veering off to one of the side streets a few blocks away from the school.

This was not their usual route home. “What are you–?” he began, before Jack pressed his mouth to hers and dug his fingers into her thick thigh. Dani made a small, protesting sound, which soon turned to delighted moans. She stretched her tongue into his mouth and he sucked it. Her saliva was sweet, and very familiar.

Alexi Fall

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