One year ago, Karen Underwood succumbed to temptation. The result was a wild night
of mind-blowing sex. The only problem was that it was with her son!
Now Karen's getting married, and her hunky son Sam is back. He's made it clear he
doesn't approve of her husband-to-be. When Sam returns, the sparks of passion reignite.
Will Karen be able to resist? Nothing is certain on Mom's Wedding Day!
~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~
She was a wonder and a glory, and he felt his heart swell with love and pride.
The wedding gown was white lace, and it both covered her and left no doubt about
her body's charms. It clung to her like a second skin, drawing the eyes to her curves.
Leaving her shoulders and upper chest bare, it began at her breasts, lifting them
up and holding them in cups of shimmering cloth, as if to display them proudly. From
there, it encased her in a delicate froth, from her ribcage to her narrow waist to
the curve of her hips. At that point, it left her body and fell in sheer folds to
She was intent on the mirror, perhaps scrutinizing her reflection for some flaw.
He closed the door behind him silently, grateful beyond words that Shelly had chosen
not to come up with him.
“You're still a beauty, you know,” he said, his low voice seeming like a thunderclap
in the quiet room.
“Sam?” She looked at his reflection in the mirror. “What are you doing here?”
He took a few steps into the room. “Your fiancé sent me to answer your question.
He says he doesn't give a damn about where we do the pictures, as long as we get
the wedding over quick enough so he can get good and drunk.” He didn't feel bad at
all about making Jake look like a jerk.
He took another step into the small room. She tensed at first, but then relaxed
into his arms as he hugged her.
This. This is right.
He let his hands fall to Karen's sides. Slowly, without any fuss, he began to
hike up the bottom of her dress.
“Sam.” Her voice was a quiet hiss. “What do you think you're doing?”
“Just checking you out,” he replied, his voice rough. “It's been a long time
since I've seen your legs. And the last time was so dark...” he trailed off suggestively.
He caught his breath as her long, tanned legs came into view.
“Stop it. Stop it now.” But was there a tiny hint of excitement? The expectation,
no, the hope, that he wouldn't obey her?
“What are you going to do?” The hem of the dress was now at mid-thigh. “Scream?
That would cause a lot of awkward questions, wouldn't it?” Now the rounded curves
of her rear could be seen, and he swallowed. He set the hem of the dress on her back,
out of the way, and put his hands about her slim waist. His thumbs kneaded the taut
muscles at the base of her spine, and he felt her give a tiny sigh, relaxing imperceptibly.
“No panties?” he asked, taking in the long, uninterrupted expanse of skin. “Naughty
“I didn't want to be showing a panty line,” she said softly. Her head drooped
low. “Oh, Sam, your hands...they feel so good.”
In the quiet of the room, the sound of his zipper being lowered was very loud.