Lana has worried endlessly about her son while he was in his first semester of college. It's his break and he's coming home. When he showed up at the door, he looked so handsome, so grown up, and so much like his father used to look when she met him. She tried to shake the thought off and talk to him over tea but she couldn't keep her eyes off his lips, his hands, his crotch. She desperately tried to fight off the feelings, she needed to get out of the house, in public with her son, somewhere where her mind won't wander, she decided to take him to a restaurant, she needed a drink.
Later that night..
She came home feeling tipsy. The night was amazing, almost like a dream, was it the alcohol or was her son flirting with her? She blushed when he touched her hand, helped her off with her jacket as a chivalrous man would do for his lover, but he's her son.. and these thoughts are not usual, not right.. Lana got ready for bed, and wanted to kiss her son goodnight, just as she's done every night when he lived with her, but something is different tonight. What will happen when two people with the same repressed desires find themselves unable to contain it anymore?