Foreword

Whether she was clad in a scanty bikini or a flowing evening gown, people always stared -at Susan Stoddard. She was a beautiful woman. Her face was perfect in its features, strong and yet delicately feminine, with soft sensual lips that formed a seductive smile. She had deep green eyes and long chestnut brown hair that reached exactly to her firm nipples. Her legs were beautiful, her hips perfect. No one would ever guess she was thirty-eight years old, much less the mother of a boy of seventeen. Looking at her, one would think she was perhaps twenty-four, or twenty-five at the most.

At her son's graduation from prep school, she was stared at, for among the many parents gathered in the school quadrangle, Susan was far and away the most attractive and youngest-looking one present. There was an empty chair near the stage and Susan sat in it, putting on her sunglasses because the afternoon sun was reflecting off the stage and she wanted to see Kip receive his diploma and scholarship without having to squint.

Suddenly the band began to play and the audience rose. The boys marched in, one by one, straight and tall, down the aisle to the stage. Susan's face was bursting with pride and happiness as Kip passed by. Her son . . . the only person she had in the world now that her husband was dead.

She couldn't get over how handsome he had become. It seemed to her that without warning, almost magically, he had become a man. True, she and her husband hadn't seen him very often. At the age of four, they placed him in school in New England and he moved from school to school as his mother and father hopped around the globe on business trips. But the jet-set life was over and Kip was finishing his schooling away from home. Kip's father, who never cared very much about his son except to send him money and pay for his education, had died young, leaving his family a small fortune.

The graduates faced the audience. Kip's eyes didn't stray to his mother. He knew she was there . . . he could feel it. Susan looked at him closely. Her son! Her seventeen-year-old son! He was tall, his face was strong and masculine, but there seemed to be a gentleness about it that made Susan think he was a young Greek god. A shock of sandy blond hair tossed over his forehead in the windy Vermont air.

"Which is yours?" someone suddenly asked.

Susan turned to find a pleasant-looking woman seated next to her.

"Which is yours?" she repeated. "Mine's the one on the end of the first row, right there, my Jeffery." The woman pointed to an average-looking boy.

"Mine's the third from the right," Susan said clearly.

"The tall one with the light hair?"

"Yes," Susan whispered proudly.

"Lord, he's gorgeous!" The woman took a good look at Susan. "You know, I'd never believe you were his mother! You could pass for brother and sister!"

Susan smiled and turned back to the stage. Compliments like that were very welcome. She knew how attractive she was and she loved to hear people talking about that fact. But now she also realized she had an attractive stud of a son, and she equally liked hearing people talking about him.

Just before the ceremony ended, all the graduates stood up. Susan stared intently at her son in the bright sunlight. She stared first at his face, then his torso, then at one particular part of his anatomy. All the boys were dressed the same, but there was one difference in Kip's appearance-there was a very noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. Susan couldn't take her eyes off it. Suddenly her breasts became firm, the nipples pushing against the softness of her bra. There was a slight tingle between her beautiful shapely legs. Her heart pounded. She didn't give herself time to think, she just sat there and let it happen.

Susan had always believed in letting things happen.. . .