" Will you and Anna be watching the show?" I asked as I scooped up thelaptop and some mail that needed my attention."You bet we will," he said, "along with most of Britain. Now go; yourdriver's waiting. I'll see you in four weeks."The car the TV studio had sent was parked at the kerb outside our house,the driver holding the door open for me. "Evenin', Ms Addison," she said, touching her peaked cap as she did so."Good evening," I said, turning to take a last look at our family homehere in this quiet street in the Chiswick area of west London. Havingdone so I sighed and climbed into the rear, clicking my seatbelt intoplace as my driver got behind the wheel and smoothly pulled away.Looking at her, I was puzzled by something."The time it takes to get here from the studio..." I said, "That meansyou went through the change while driving here." That's right," she chuckled, "but male or female I'm pretty much thesame size and, as you can see, got no breasts to speak of so I don'tneed to. "Matthew!"She tried to squirm away but he held on tight."Matthew! Let me go!" she pleaded. He did, and she stumbled away, surprised and confused, on top of embarrassed and flummoxed. Her son had just cupped her left breast. It felt like his hand was still there, holding her. Face red and hot, underarms itching like mad, she wanted to slink away, hunch-shouldered to her bedroom and hide."Why did you do that?" she cried.He laughed at her perplexed expression and how she was scrunched defensively."Matthew it's not funny! I'm not having sex with my own son!" Even the words made her shiver icily. "Jesus ... I don't believe you just did that. It was a joke, right? A birthday prank?"His grin was sheepish. "If that's what you want, sure."Her jaw dropped. "Matthew!" She laughed harshly. "I am not having sex with my son!"But that's exactly what she did, that very night. And it was good.It was 3:43 a.m. Mattie was asleep again; butt snuggled in against Matt, pillow over her head, snoring just.
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