Mark watches his mother go, her wide hips swaying seductively as she leaves the room.

His mind is a conflict of emotions. On the way he had just had sex with her, the way she kissed him afterwards and most of all, the way she looked at him. As if she was staring into his very soul.

He then remembers that she wants him downstairs. Feeling sticky, the boy has another quick shower. By the time he heads towards his own bedroom with only a towel covering his groin, his substantial hard-on has dwindled.

Five minutes later, he arrives downstairs dressed in jeans and a t-shirt to find her sitting in the kitchen, reading the paper while drinking some tea...