Gabe was lounging on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV, when his mother, Sarah, walked into the living room. She was wearing a tight-fitting tank top that accentuated her ample cleavage and a pair of short shorts that hugged her curvy hips. Gabe tried not to stare, but it was hard not to notice how sexy his mother looked.

“Hey, sweetie,” Sarah said, smiling at her son. “What are you up to?”

“Just killing time before I head to boot camp,” Gabe replied, shrugging. “Trying to relax before the madness starts.”

Sarah nodded, understanding. She knew how stressful and intense marine training could be. She sat down on the couch next to him, her thigh brushing against his.

“Well, I’m here if you need anything,” she said softly. “Anything at all.”

Gabe felt a jolt of electricity run through him at her words, at the way she was looking at him with those bedroom eyes. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, trying to hide the growing bulge in his pants.