He lay unmoving, not believing that he had been so turned on by Bran's mother that he had c*m all over himself as he had come in his dream. He felt like an adolescent experiencing the shame of a wet dream all over again, and he cringed at the thought of letting that sexy b***h mother him again as she had tonight, patting his cheek fondly as she wished him sweet dreams.
His mind started to list off the reasons why it was such a bad idea to pursue this crazy infatuation but claiming she was an old lady, or older lady didn't even score on the list of cons and the list of pros was long including her age and experience. The only reason he could find not to try and seduce Rose into letting him f**k her brains out was that her son, Bran, was his friend and work colleague.
He lay there the rest
