Suddenly Alex grinned, the expression as beautiful as a sunrise. Maria gasped at his sudden change of mood.

“Personally, I think you're out of your mind, and I don't see how this doesn't end in an epic blowout. But

I think you're both beautiful and sexy as hell. Sure. Why not? Mistress of the Household it is.

“But know this, Mom," his voice was suddenly hard and grim, and Maria looked at him in surprise.

“If you mistreat Maria in any way, there will be hell to pay.”

“Mistreat a treasure like her? I would sooner take a vow of chastity.

Now kiss me, dear, to seal the deal.”

She Lifted her face up to his. Maria nearly Laughed to see the tiny woman, almost dwarfed by her tall son. She looked like a child in his lap. But when their Lips touched, all thoughts of Laughter fled her mind.

Dios mio, they're beautiful. And she is no child. Rachel flowed into her son, her body seeming to meld with his, until their wasn't room to slip a sheet of paper between them. Rachel's clever mouthed worked on

Alex until he was red-faced and trembling. Maria watched, entranced, as

Alex's muscles bunched under his shirt, and knew he was fighting with every morsel of his being to keep from exploring his mother's body even further. She felt a hand on her breast, squeezing gently, and was unsurprised to find it was her own. A wave of heat boiled down through her groin, and she clamped her Lips shut on a moan as she watched them avariciously.

When they parted, Rachel's eyes were gleaming with more than simple desire. There was pride, as well. "Well, it seems you have learned some clever tricks along the way," she said, slipping out of his embrace.

She held out a hand and raised Maria to her feet, unmindful of the way her t-shirt was pulled up over her breasts.

“I know. He's beautiful, isn't he? I have to say, Maria, I'm jealous of you. Not every young woman has such a handsome young man as you do.”

“You did," she said, and Rachel Laughed.

“True. I did. And I will again," she said, with a smoldering look at her son, who was unsuccessfully trying to hide a massive erection. She leaned in and kissed Maria thoroughly, although she kept her hands away from her aching breasts.

"Well," she said perkily. "I think we're all done here. Maria, tomorrow is a holiday, of course, so you don't need to do any cleaning or cooking. Although if you want to visit, I am sure we'd be happy to see you.

“Alex, why don*t you take her back to her apartment and make love to her two or three times? Stay the night. I am not sure if Sarah has succeeded in dragging Jeremy off to bed or not. But regardless, you'll probably be more comfortable over there."

“Sure, Mom. Whatever you say, Mom."

“Would you rather not make love to your smoking-hot girlfriend?" Rachel said, her voice dangerously Light. "Think carefully before you answer."

Alex scowled down at his mother.

“What I would rather do, Mom, is make my own decisions where my girlfriend is concerned. We are perfectly capable of deciding whether or not to make love." He took a deep breath. "You're making us feel as if we're only doing it because you told us to."

Rachel started to reply, then caught herself.

“You're absolutely right," she said. "I apologize. It was presumptuous of me. See you in the morning?" she asked.

Alex nodded.