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Jennifer's office life is about to be turned upside down.

That would ruin all of their lives.

Leanne was explaining all this to her son as he came up for air. He nodded, seeming to agree, as he walked around the table to her, pulling his shorts down.

"Mom, ya gotta help me here," he said, poking his cock toward her face.

"I will. I will. But you know this is all I can do. You can't fuck me, Kyle. You know that. It's too risky in so many ways." She held his cock and guided it toward her waiting mouth. Leanne was an expert and her son was primed, so it didn't take much to get him off. As was her usual custom with Bud, she swallowed his ejaculate and cleaned him off with her tongue.

Kyle's legs were shaking, and he sat down at the end of the table. "Jesus fucking christ!"

While things were calming down seemed like a good time for her to make an exit. She went quickly to her room, changed clothes and left to go shopping. She didn't return until she was sure Bud was there.

That evening at supper, the upbeat mood of the past week was gone. Leanne was holding on to the thought that only one more Saturday lay between today and Kyle leaving for college. She could plan to be out early and stay the hell away from him and temptation. Then Bud dropped a small bomb.

"Next weekend is that golf tournament in Bayless, you know. I'll be heading out early on Saturday, and then back here Sunday probably before ten or so."

Leanne was frozen. She needed to be here to send her husband off, and there was no excuse for her going out that early. That meant half of a weekend alone with Kyle lurking around. This was not going to be something she could control very well. She decided to try a workaround.

"Kyle, next weekend would be a great time for you to take off, go camping, or take a little trip before school starts. I'd lend you my car. You've been working hard all summer and you need a break. Don't you think that's a good idea, Bud?"

"Sure. He does deserve some play time. There's nothing to keep you here. I'm gonna be gone, so you could both go to the beach or something."

Leanne gulped.

"No, uh, I have shopping and stuff to do. Might get together with a girlfriend or two. But Kyle should really go."

"No thanks. I'm fine here. I'll find things to do," he said, grinning at his mother.

That really didn't go well. She couldn't beg Bud to stay in town without telling him what was going on. The last thing she needed was to make him suspicious. Kyle clearly saw his opening and was not about to be anywhere Saturday morning other than with her. This time, she was sure he'd be uncontrollable. Unless she could come up with a plan, she was fucked. Literally.

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Her brain was murky nearly all week. Kyle was leering and hanging around her like a young lion stalking a deer. Or whatever it is that young lions stalk. The most disgusting thing was that Leanne was turned on by the whole situation. She got a little thrill when he teased her in private, hinting broadly at what lay ahead for them. He gave her a pink rose. He mentioned spoons as often as possible. He brushed up against her passing in the hall or while she was standing at the sink. Falling back on her early sexual experience, she resolved to be firm, in control. She would not be the victim. She would take charge, whatever that meant.

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It's pre-dawn the following Saturday. The house is dark but for the glow from the kitchen. Leanne, wearing a white cotton spaghetti strap blouse and a light Indian print full length skirt, stands in the dark doorway, watching through the screen as Bud packs the back of his SUV. Roller board suitcase, golf clubs, hanging clothes, a small cooler. They've already hugged and said their good-byes. As Bud adjusts his load, she feels the presence of Kyle behind her, close. His hands rest on her shoulders. Bud gets into the SUV and cranks the engine. His son begins kissing his wife's shoulder, the crook of her neck, up behind her left ear. The SUV is warming up. Leanne is warming up. Kyle is red hot.

Kyle lets his left hand slide down hi

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