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 A mother and son desperately need money.  How much will they do to get the
money?

   F/m



   "Hey, Mom, I'm headed out," Frankie shouted as he walked down the hall.
He passed into the front room on his way out and saw his mother sitting on
the sofa staring at a pile of papers on the coffee table.

   He stopped and asked, "Did you hear what I said?"

   His mother never looked up from the pile of papers.  Frankie sighed and
went over to the sofa and sat down next to her.  His mother finally looked
up from the papers and smiled at him.

   "What's up?" She asked.

   "I said I was going out twice and you didn't even look up," he said.

   She sighed and waved at the pile of papers.

   "I'm sorry, honey.  I'm just really distracted by the bills and
everything," she said.

   Frankie looked over at the pile of bills and could see a couple that had
past due and final notice stamped on them.  When his father had left he'd
locked his mother out of all of the bank accounts and had made things a
living hell.  It had taken months of lawyers and court visits to finally
force him to pay alimony but now, with the bills so bad off, Frankie knew
they were more than likely going to lose the house and everything else.

   He put his hand on his mother's shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

   "It'll be okay, mom," he said.

   She gave him another weak smile and said, "I know."

   "I'm going to go over to Sam's for a while, okay?" He asked.

   "Sure," she said, turning back to the bills.

   Frankie got up and walked to the door.  He was opening it when his
mother asked, "No matter what happens or where we live, you know I love
you, right?"

   He turned back and flashed her a smile.

   "Duh!  You're my mom!"

   Her lip trembled and Frankie could see the tears welling up in her eyes.
Seeing her cry again was just too much for him to deal with.  He quickly
hurried out of the house and to his car.  He drove into town and parked in
front of Lighthouse Coffee.

   He went inside, grabbed a mocha latte and joined his friend Chris at a
table near the back.

   "Hey, buddy, what's up?" Chris asked.

   Frankie shrugged and said, "The usual."

   Chris eyed him for a minute before he asked, "Does your mom know your
here?"

   Frankie gave him an irritated look before he asked, "What do you think?"

   Chris threw back his head and laughed.  Frankie's mom had made it clear
that she thought Chris was bad news and Frankie was to stay the hell away
from him.  She'd even gone so far as to call Chris and tell him he was not
to be seen near her son.

   "So where are you supposed to be?" Chris asked.

   "My buddy Sam's," Frankie said.

   "Does Sam know this?"

   "Yeah, I covered for him the night he stayed at his girlfriends so he
can cover for me this time."

   Chris took a drink of his coffee and looked Frankie over.  He'd known
the kid for over a year and lately he'd seemed pretty stressed out by
something.  Chris was thinking about asking but he didn't want to sound
like he was prying.  Instead he asked, "Did you drive down here?"

   A smile lit up Frankie's face as he said, "Hell yeah!"

   "Let me see it," Chris said.

   Frankie dug out his wallet and pulled his driver's license out.  He
handed it over to Chris who looked at it and shook his head.

   "Sixteen.  Man, I don't think I can remember what being sixteen was
like," Chris said.

   Frankie grabbed it back and said, "That's `cause you're, like, in your
thirties and over the hill."

   Chris gave the kid the finger and said, "I'm old enough to be your dad
and whip your skinny ass."

   The smile fell from Frankie's face.  He glared down at the table and
then took a drink of his latte.  Chris knew he'd stepped in it now.  He
knew there were problems at home but it looked like they'd gotten really
bad.

   "Tell me what's going on, man," Chris said.

   Frankie did.  He told Chris about his dad leaving.  He told him about
the bills piling up and how they were going to lose the house and the cars.

   "What really sucks is that my dickhead dad is going to have to start
paying alimony but we won't get it until after it's too late," Frankie
said. "That's why I wanted to meet up with you today.  I wanted to know if
you had any way that I could make some quick cash.  Just enough to tide us
over until the first check comes."

   Chris leaned back in his chair and started laughing.  Frankie stared at
him in shock.  He'd come to him, in his hour of need, and his supposed
friend was going to laugh at him.

   Frankie slid the chair back and was about to storm out when Chris
reached across the table to grab his arm.

   "Wait," Chris said, trying to catch his breath.  "I'm not laughing at
you.  I promise.  It's just that this is too weird."

   "What is?" Frankie snapped, still ready to walk.

   "I got an order from a client today," Chris said.  "This guy is big
money and wants something very specific.  Then you walk in and ask for a
way to make some money and it's like you're the answer to my prayers
because I had no idea how I was going to get what this guy wanted."

   Frankie eyed him for a minute before he asked, "What the job?"

   "It's a video and it has to have a guy your age in it," Chris said.

   Frankie frowned and asked, "Isn't that illegal?"

   Chris shushed him and looked around to see if anyone heard.  Seeing that
nobody was paying them any attention he said, "Don't be so damned loud,
man. Of course it's illegal, that's why it pays so damn good."

   Frankie sat back down and asked, "What do I have to do?"

   "Have sex with a woman," Chris said.

   Frankie grinned and said, "I think I can handle that."

   "Don't be so sure," Chris said.  "Like I said, this guy was specific in
what he wanted."

   "Okay, so, what does he want?"

   "He wants to see the ID's of the two people having sex and they have to
be mother and son," Chris said.

   Frankie's lip curled in disgust.

   "I'm not fucking my mom," he snapped.

   Chris raised his hands to ward of Frankie's anger and said, "Hey, man,
I'm just offering it to you because you said you needed quick money and
it's not only quick money, it's damn good money."

   Frankie hesitated.  There was no way he would have sex with his mom but
part of him had to know what Chris considered good money.

   "How much?" He asked.

   "Twenty-five grand," Chris said.

   Frankie felt his jaw drop.  That much money would fix everything and
then some.  He balled his fists in anger.  He'd been so close to fixing
things and then the rug got pulled out from under him.

   "What if it was someone that looked like my mom instead?" He asked.

   Chris shook his head.

   "This guy has paid me too much over the years for me to screw him over.
It has to be the real deal.  Sorry," he said.

   Frankie's shoulders slumped.  There went his brilliant idea to make some
quick money.  He and Chris talked a little longer before Frankie headed
back home.

   When he walked in the door his mother was still on the sofa looking at
the bills.  The only difference was the empty wine glass sitting on the
coffee table.

   Frankie had rarely seen his mother drink until his father left and the
bills started piling up.  With each bill it seemed she needed a little more
alcohol just to get through the day.  It was starting to worry him but
there wasn't anything he could do about it.

   Was there?

   He sat down on the chair beside the sofa and really looked at his
mother. She was only 36 years old and still in good shape.  She took
Pilates and ran every morning so her body was still fit and trim.  She was
wearing a black tank top and Frankie could see the tops of her tanned
breasts.  He'd seen her in her night shirt early in the mornings and, even
when she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts showed little sag from age.

   She looked up and, seeing him looking at her so intently, she asked,
"What's on your mind?"

   He looked at her a long time before he asked, "What if we had a way to
make twenty-five grand really quick and it would only take a little work
from both of us?"

   She stared at him for a long time before she asked, "How is that
possible?"

   Frankie took a deep breath and said, "I talked to Chris today..."

   "Dammit, Franklin, I told you to stay the hell away from him!" She
yelled.

   Frankie stood up and shouted, "I know you did but we need money and he
has connections."

   His mother snorted and said, "Yeah, porn connections which are not the
kind of connections we need right now."

   "We need any damn connection we can get!" Frankie snapped.  "You sit
there and stare at those bills like you think they'll go away but they
won't.  You're drinking all the time and we're going to lose everything. 
This is Grandma and Grandpa's house and I know it'll kill you to lose it. I
went out and found a way to fix everything.  What have you done today?"

   Linda stared at her son.  She'd thought she was hiding the worst of it
from him but she hadn't been hiding anything at all.  He was right on
everything, especially the house.  The thought of not coming home to the
place she'd grown up in was tearing her heart out.  She wished she hadn't
let Frankie's father talk her into taking a mortgage for the boat.  Hell,
she might as well wish to win the lottery for all the good wishing did.

   "How can we make that much money so fast?" She asked quietly.

   Frankie licked his lips nervously.  There was no easy way to put it so
he said, "Chris has a video shoot lined up and needs to people for it."

   "I'm guessing it's a porno?" Linda asked.

   "It is."

   "Okay, so what's the catch?"

   In a rush, Frankie said, "The two people have to show ID's and be mother
and son."

   Linda stood there staring at Frankie, not quite sure if she'd heard
right.  Did he really just say it was a mother and son porno?

   "What?" Was all she could manage to say.

   "I know, I know.  It's gross but if we just pretend it's someone else we
could get through it," he said.

   "Franklin Andrew Meyers, you are talking about fucking your own mother!"
She yelled.

   "I don't see any other options.  Do you?" He yelled back.

   "Go to your room," she said.

   "What?" He asked in confusion.

   "I said go to your room.  While you live in my house you'll live by my
rules.  You broke the rules and now you're going to suffer the
consequences."

   Frankie rolled his eyes and said, "Whatever."

   He stormed down the hall to the stairs.  Linda stood there waiting until
she heard the slam of his door.  She went into the kitchen and pulled her
wine out of the fridge.  She pulled the cork free and, without even
bothering to get a glass, she took a long drink from the bottle.

   This had to be the stupidest stunt he'd ever pulled.  How the hell had
he let that son-of-a-bitch Chris talk him into something like this?  Doing
something that nasty wasn't worth any amount of money.

   She took another pull from the bottle and looked at the counter on the
other side of the kitchen.  The same counter her mother had made her peanut
butter and jelly sandwiches every day after school.  She looked out into
the dining room at the table that had held all of her birthday cakes when
she'd been growing up.

   She was going to lose it all.

   Tears slipped down her cheeks and she leaned against the refrigerator
and slid down to the floor.  Why did this have to happen?  Why did her
asshole ex have to screw her over so bad?  Why did Frankie have to come up
with a plan and it to be such a horrible one?

   If it was her just screwing some guy she'd sign up in a second but she
just couldn't do something like that with her son.  No matter how cute her
neighbor, Terri, said Frankie was, he was still her son.

   She remembered last week when she'd been standing outside talking to
Terri while Frankie mowed the lawn.  Terri had been practically drooling
over him.  Linda had looked and she'd had to admit, unlike his father, her
son had a very athletic body.  His strong arms and rock hard stomach had
made her a little flustered at the time.

   Thinking back to how good his sweaty body had looked in just his shorts
and shoes, she wondered if the rest of him looked as good.

   She shook her head and took another long drink of wine, trying to force
that thought out of her head but it wouldn't leave.  It had been so long
since she'd been with a man.  Her ex had been cheating on her for almost a
year and, during that year, he hadn't touched her once.  Wouldn't it feel
good to have a man again?  A man to fill her up and make her feel like a
woman again.

   She drained the last of her wine and stood up.  She dropped her wine
bottle in the trash and went up to her room.  She passed Frankie's room on
the way to hers and her thoughts turned back to what he'd said.

   It would be a one-time thing and then all of the bills would be gone. 
They could put it behind them if they tried hard enough.

   She couldn't believe she was actually thinking about it.  She went into
her room and closed the door.  She threw herself on the bed, trying to
think about anything else but she couldn't.  For the next several,
sleepless hours all she could think about was how wet she was from thinking
about her son having sex with her.

   *****



   The next morning, Frankie got up, got ready and was headed out of the
house when his mother called him into the front room.

   With a long, exasperated sigh, he walked over to the chair and threw
himself into it.

   "What?" He asked.

   Linda took a deep breath and said, "I thought about what you proposed
last night and... I think you're right.  I think it can fix our problems."

   Frankie stared at her, his jaw hanging open.  He'd been sure he was
about to get another lecture.  This was about as far away from that as he
could have imagined.

   "There are some things we have to talk about first though," Linda said,
forging ahead before she could lose her nerve.  "First, once this is done
we are not talking about it ever again.  Second, I have to have the money
in the bank before I do anything.  Third, nobody, and I fucking mean
NOBODY, is to ever know about this.  Okay?"

   Frankie could only manage to nod.  He couldn't believe this was
happening.  He'd set it up and everything but, now that she'd said it was
happening, he was freaking out a little.  It meant they'd really be having
sex and now he wasn't sure he could go through with it.

   "Call your friend and get it all set up," Linda said.

   Frankie got up on shaky legs and went to the phone.  He called Chris and
let him know that it was on.  After agreeing to the terms, Chris said they
could stop by any time and get the check.

   Linda sent her son since she could not face his bastard friend.

   It took three days for the check to clear and, when it did, Frankie and
Linda showed up at Chris's studio.

   He showed them into the bedroom he'd be filming them in.  He pointed to
the cameras he had arranged around the room and said, "Don't worry about
angles or anything like that.  Just go with the flow and I can edit it in
post-production."

   "So you won't be in the room?" Linda asked.

   "Nope.  I'm behind the wall looking at this on monitors.  It makes it a
little easier," he said.

   Linda snorted a humorless laugh.

   "Yeah.  Easier."

   "Mom," Frankie said, trying to keep an already tense situation from
exploding.

   Chris, knowing he needed to be somewhere else, said, "I'll get out of
your way.  Take your time, there's no rush or pressure."

   When he left the room, Linda said, "No pressure except us losing
everything we own while he's not risking a thing."

   "Mom, please stop," Frankie said.

   Linda walked over to the end of the bed and sat down.  She'd worked
herself up to do this and, now that they were here, it was all she could do
to keep from running out of the room.

   Frankie sat down next to her and the two sat in a strange, uncomfortable
silence for a long time before Frankie said, "So maybe this wasn't such a
good idea after all."

   Linda laughed and asked, "Ya think?

   "Nah, thinking is not one of my strong suits."

   Linda laughed harder and leaned against her son.  She rested her head on
his shoulder and took his hand.  He was a good son.  He'd do anything, even
something like this, to take care of her.  He was such a caring man and any
woman who got to be with him would be luckier for it.

   She leaned away and took a long look at him.

   Seeing the way she was looking at him, Frankie asked, "What is it?"

   Linda didn't speak.  She leaned in close to him and touched her lips to
his.  He jumped and nearly pulled away but she reached up and pulled him
close.  Their lips lingered together for a long time before she pulled back
and looked into his eyes.

   This would be hard for them afterwards but he had been right.  Deep
down, she had to admit she couldn't stand the thought of losing everything.
It would kill her.  What happened here might hurt them for a while but they
could survive it.  Together they could survive anything.

   She leaned in again and kissed her son.  This time he didn't try to pull
back.  He put his arms around her and pulled her close.

   Linda folded herself into her son and reveled in the feel of his strong
arms around her.  She felt safe and secure in his embrace.

   She parted her lips and flicked her tongue against his lips.  Frankie
opened his mouth and let his mother's tongue slide against his.  They
kissed deeply, Linda running her hands across her son's strong chest.

   She pulled back and tugged at his shirt.  Frankie lifted his arms and
she pulled his shirt off.  She ran her fingers across the hard muscles of
his chest and stomach.  She leaned in and kissed his chest, flicking her
tongue against his nipple and making him hiss with pleasure.

   Frankie grabbed her long, blonde hair and pulled her away from his
chest. He pressed his mouth hard against hers, kissing her passionately.

   Linda moaned at the kiss.  It had been so long since a man had kissed
her like this.  She never wanted it to end.

   As Frankie kissed her, he reached out and began to unbutton his mother's
blouse.  His hands shook and it took him more than one try but he finally
got it unbuttoned.

   Linda leaned back and shrugged out of her blouse.

   Frankie stared at the lacy, black bra that his mother was wearing and
realized that it was the only thing left between him and her beautiful
breasts.

   Seeing how hard her son was looking at her chest made Linda hotter.  She
reached behind herself and unclasped her bra.  Frankie's eyes went wide as
he watched her hold the cups against her breasts as she slipped her arms
free of the straps.  She held the bra against herself, teasing him, making
him want it even more.

   It was all Frankie could do to not tear the bra from her hands.  When
she let it go and it slipped down, exposing her breasts, Frankie gasped. 
Her dark, hard nipples stuck out from her round, perky breasts almost
begging for his touch.

   He reached a tentative hand out and let his fingers graze her breast.

   Linda moaned at the soft touch of her son's hand on her.  He cupped his
hands on her breasts and squeezed, making her moan again.  His fingers
trailed little circles around her nipples until he took them between his
fingers and pinched.  Linda threw back her head and let out a long moan of
pleasure.  Frankie grinned at how much she was enjoying his touch.

   Seeing his grin, Linda grabbed his hands and stopped him.

   "Stand up," she said.

   He did as she asked and she slid off the bed and knelt in front of him.
She slid her hands up his thighs and onto the hard lump under his pants. 
He groaned and his knees wobbled as she rubbed him.  Linda leaned forward
and pressed her face against the hardness in his pants.  She rubbed her
face against it, listening to the sounds of pleasure he made at her touch.

   She pulled back and reached up to unfasten his pants.  Grabbing both his
pants and his boxers, she pulled his clothes down, leaving his hard cock
exposed.

   Linda stared at her son's hard cock.  It was bigger and thicker than her
husband's had been and very soon she'd have it inside her.  She licked her
lips at the thought of that.

   Seeing his mother's face just inches from his cock and watching her lick
her lips sent shivers through Frankie.  When she reached up and wrapped her
fingers around his cock he almost fell over the feeling was so intense.

   Linda stroked her son's cock up and down.  She watched as the first drip
of his precum began to dribble out of him.  She leaned forward and licked
it off of him, tasting his first drop.

   Frankie groaned and grabbed his mother's hair.  He pulled her face
towards his hard cock, needing to have it inside her.

   Linda opened her mouth and slid her son's cock between her lips.  She
rubbed her tongue against the bottom of his cock as she slid him in and out
of her mouth.

   Frankie gripped her hair and pulled away from her.  If he let her
continue doing that he'd cum far too soon.  He looked down and saw a pouty
look pass across her face and it made him want her even more.

   "Take off your clothes," he said, stepping out of his shoes and pants.

   Linda stood up and kicked her shoes off.  She undid her pants and slid
them down, bending over and giving Frankie a long look at her ass.  She'd
been worried about wearing a thong today but now she was glad she had.

   Frankie stared at the smooth, round curves of his mother's ass.  Her
skin was perfect and he had to touch it.  He stepped forward and grabbed
her ass with both hands, making her gasp.  He pulled her against his body,
feeling his cock rub against her ass cheeks.  He slid his hand around her
and slipped his fingers under her thong.  He felt the heat and wetness from
her excitement against his fingers as he explored her.

   Linda bit her lip to keep from crying out as her son's fingers brushed
her swollen clit.  He rubbed it slowly, brushing gently against it.  Some
part of her wondered what girl had taught him how to do this the right way.
His fingers brushed her clit again and any thoughts she had were pushed out
of her head by a wave of pleasure.

   Frankie kissed his mother's shoulder and then her neck, nibbling at the
sensitive skin of her neck making her moan again and again.  She rubbed her
ass against his hard cock and it made he need her even more.

   He pulled back and, grabbing her thong, slipped it down her legs.  She
stepped out of it and, as Frankie rose, he spanked her ass hard.

   Linda yelped from the spank and then looked over her shoulder with a
mischievous grin on her face.

   "Spank me, baby.  I'm a bad girl!" She said in a sultry voice.

   Frankie spanked her again and Linda cried out, "Harder!"

   He spanked her again and Linda screamed as she turned around and threw
herself into her son's arms.  She pressed her body against his, feeling the
heat of him.  She pressed her mouth to his and their tongues writhed
together.  Frankie ground himself against his mother, feeling his hard cock
rubbing the bare skin of her stomach as they kissed.

   Linda broke the kiss and sat on the bed.  She slid back and lay down,
looking at her son through her spread legs.

   Frankie climbed onto the bed and between his mother's legs.  He
positioned himself above her, his cock just inches from her waiting pussy.
He slowly lowered himself onto her, feeling the soft skin of her pussy lips
touch the head of his cock.  He pressed forward, slipping between her pussy
lips, the head of his cock sliding fully into her.

   Linda let out a long moan and gripped her son's shoulders.  She felt him
sliding deeper and deeper into her making every nerve in her body scream
with pleasure.  He pushed the length of his hard cock into her and she
shuddered from how good it felt.

   Frankie bent down and pressed his lips to hers.  The two kissed deeply
as he slowly slid his cock in and out of her pussy.

   Frankie pulled back from the kiss and looked down at this wonderful
woman under him.  He looked at her in a way he'd never imagined, as a
beautiful lover he was lucky to have in his life.  His eyes absorbed every
inch of her.  He wanted to never forget this moment for as long as he
lived.

   Linda gripped his arms and said, "Stop.  I want to be on top."

   Frankie pulled out of her and lay down on his back.  Linda straddled him
and slowly lowered herself onto his hard cock.  She slid up and down it,
taking pleasure in how good it felt inside her.

   Frankie looked up at his mother as she began to gyrate her hips, sliding
his cock in and out of her wet pussy.  She slid her hands up to her breasts
and squeezed them.  She took her nipples between her fingers and squeezed
them, letting out a long moan of pleasure.  Frankie's cock twitched at the
sight of his mother playing with her hard nipples.

   Linda slipped one hand down between her legs.  While she rode her son's
hard cock, she rubbed her swollen clit.  As the intense feeling of pleasure
grew inside her, she rubbed just a shade harder as she rode her son even
faster.  Her entire body began to tremble as she ground her hips against
his, pushing his cock as deep into herself as she could.  She looked down
and saw the look on his face as he watched her ride him and rub herself and
she felt something let go inside her.

   She threw back her head and cried out in ecstasy.  Seeing her in the
throes of her orgasm, Frankie grabbed her hips and ground himself against
her, rubbing his cock deep inside her.

   Linda's orgasm seemed to take control of her.  She couldn't breathe, she
couldn't see, she couldn't even think.  All she could do was hold on and
let the wave of bliss wash over her.  As the orgasm released its hold on
her, Linda collapsed onto her son's chest.

   Frankie wrapped his arms around his mother and kept sliding his cock in
and out of her.  He felt the first tingling of his own orgasm as he
whispered, "Mom, I'm close.  How are we going to finish?"

   Linda lifted herself up and gave him a wicked grin.

   "We're going to put on a show," she whispered.

   She slid off of him and onto the floor.  She made Frankie sit on the
edge of the bed with his legs spread.  Linda took his cock, still slick
with the juices from her pussy, in her hand and began to stroke him.

   Frankie stared at his mother in amazement.  None of his girlfriends had
ever wanted to touch his cock after it had been in their pussy.  Then she
blew his mind by leaning forward and licking the length of his shaft.

   Linda licked her son's cock up and down, tasting her juices and becoming
more aroused with each delicious taste.  When her husband and she had been
in college they'd had more than one three-way with another woman and Linda
had always been turned on by a woman's wetness.  When her husband found out
her own juices turned her on he'd made her suck him off after he'd been
inside her and she hadn't minded one bit.

   Now she grasped the base of her son's cock and took as much into her
mouth as she could.  She bobbed her head up and down, faster and faster,
making Frankie moan louder and louder until he yelled, "I'm gonna cum!"

   She pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked him as his cock
shuddered in her hand.  His first load of cum exploded out of him and
splashed on her neck and the tops of her breasts.  She kept stroking,
milking ever drop of cum out of him.

   When he was spent she leaned forward and licked the last drop from the
tip of his cock.  She sat back and looked up at him.  He was panting,
trying to catch his breath and staring at her with a look only a teenage
male can have after sex.

   She ran her fingers through the cum he'd splashed on her breasts.  She
rubbed a drop off of the tip of her nipple and brought it to her mouth. 
Slowly, she licked her son's cum from her fingers, nearly giggling at the
way his jaw went slack at the sight.

   She stood up and looked around the room.

   "Okay, you fucker, where's the shower?" She shouted.

   An intercom clicked and Chris said, "Come out of the room, go right and
it's the third door on the left."

   Linda picked up her clothes and started towards the door but stopped. 
She turned and looked at her son.  He looked so beautiful to her.  He had
been a wonderful boy and he was now a wonderful man and lover.  She walked
over to him and kissed him deeply before she turned and left the room.

   *****



   The next three weeks were hard for both of them.  They'd agreed not to
talk about what had happened and they didn't.  They had fights about the
stupidest things and the house became a battlefield.

   Linda had showered and gone downstairs for a glass of wine.  She was
heading back to her room when she stopped at her son's closed door.  She
stared at it for a long time before she knocked.

   "Come in," Frankie shouted.

   She opened the door and stood in the doorway looking in at him.  He was
sitting on his bed, laptop in his lap, looking over at her.

   "Hey," she said.

   "Hey," he said back.

   "Things haven't been easy lately and I'm sorry," she said.

   A wave of guilt washed over Frankie.  He'd been a dick lately and he
knew it.

   "I'm sorry too," he said.

   "Do you want to talk about things?" She asked.

   He looked at her for a long time before he admitted, "It's all I've
wanted to do."

   She gave him a nervous laugh and said, "Me too."

   "So... How do we do this?" He asked.

   Linda thought about it for a long time before she could bring herself to
say the words she'd been thinking.

   "I want you to spend the night in my room," she said, barely above a
whisper.

   Frankie couldn't believe what she'd said.  It was the only thing he'd
wanted to hear her say for week and, finally, she'd said it.  He stood up
and walked over to her, taking her hand in his.

   Linda smiled up at her son and, she had to admit, her lover.  She
gripped his hand tightly as she led him down the hall to her bed.