Sweet Mother

Mother's eyes were again tightly closed, her head threatening to fall back upon her shoulders.

I spoke firmly and directly into her ear, "Spread your knees again mother!"

Even as she gasped in response, "No... it would be wrong...", her knees spread further than they had been seconds before and her torso fell backward into my own, leaning into my chest, her head as if lifeless had fallen to my wide strong shoulder.

My second hand had risen, slipped quickly back to the covered breast.

Now I properly mauled my own parent - her hips beginning to move, thrusting forward in the stool, into my hand. She was gasping loudly and saying my name as a whimper again and again.

Then, as suddenly as I had started, my hand removed itself from between mothers shapely soft legs and back up to her breast. She was getting really worked up and quickly, knees wide and continually humping the air as my hands mauled her chest. My chest, though, gently pressed her back up to a sitting position.

Mother had con