"That's it, honey. Come over here," Katie told her son, still grinning at him. She hadn't noticed how attractive her son was until now. He reminded her a lot of her ex-husband Daryl. Daryl Peterson, the man she was married to for ten years before he ran off with some hottie stripper girl. Normally, she hated him for that, but now she felt a little different about it. Maybe she wasn't hot enough for him. Maybe if Katie had been a stripper instead of an office manager, maybe they'd still be married. She suddenly regretted her current life choices. Her job was so boring. She could have a lot of fun being a stripper. And she could probably make the same amount of money, maybe more. She'd have to make a note to herself to check up on that later.
Jim reached forward and touched his mother's left breast. It was so smooth and soft. It was even better than touching his sister's.
"I'm thinking of quitting my job and becoming a stripper," Katie suddenly said. "What do you think?"
Jim pulled his hand back suddenly. "Are you serious?"
She looked oddly at him, then said ...
