She was relieved he hadn't pulled away from her. He could have, could have been angry and disgusted, could have gone to his father to tell what she had done. That he hadn't must mean that he was interested. She smiled against the smooth skin of his back.<br/><br/>Her son was handsome, and she thought without vanity that that wasn't at all surprising, given how good looking both parents were. Drew tended to take after his father, with dark eyes and hair. Hanna, however, had green eyes and didn't look her 40 years of age. She frequently bragged that she had none of the wrinkles that seem to plague other women of her age.<br/><br/>Her hand tightened around him as his hands dropped away, and she took over where he left off, stroking his hardness up and down, enjoying the hot feel of him against her skin. Her other hand roamed his body, caressing him lovingly.<br/><br/>"Mmm, yes, you were. It's ok, Drew. I'm not mad," she half whispered, half moaned. "I'm helping you. Families are supposed to help each other, don't you think?"