Sex

Max sheepishly followed his mom into the kitchen.

"Take your pants off." Sherrie instructed bluntly.

"What?!" Max looked around to see if anyone had heard.

"Don't worry, they can't hear us."

"Mom what -?"

"When you were imagining what would happen if someone else found this ring, you were thinking of me right? Now why would that be I wonder."

Sherrie placed a hand on her hip and smirked knowingly.

"Could it have anything to do with the way you've been ogling my chest just now?"

Max looked down in embarrassment and remained silent. Sherrie stepped closer to him and placed a hand on his burning cheek. She gently tilted his head up to meet her gaze.

"Lucky for you, I happen to have kind of a thing... for you too."

"A thing? What kind of thing?" Max said with his heart in his throat.

"Yep. This kind of thing," she whispered.

Sherrie dropped her hand down to stroke his chest and massage his shoulders. Max felt his face heat up.

"Ever since I got this ring, I haven't been able to keep you out of my head - and when I saw what you've done to yourself with it, well. I know a mother shouldn't be having these thoughts and that should probably be concerning, but somehow I just don't care."

Sherrie snaked her hand down Max's stomach and over his waistband.

"So how about it? Can I be a different kind of mommy for you Max? I'll take great care of you."