She would feel the heat coming off her son’s face as a consequence as he tried in vain to remain detached from the necessary ablution. He had tried in vain to ‘will’ himself to cum, by imagining a sexual situation or adventure, a fantasy where intense mental concentration would transmute into something tangible. A moral question clawed at her heart, and she waited for an answer from within. She came in and set the tray down. She found it hard to replace the void left by Cliff; in fact, if she was honest with herself… she still loved him in her heart of hearts. A MOTHER’S HELPING HAND
Part Two
While Mrs Jackson made the tea she pondered the task ahead – that of taking her son sexually, albeit medically, in hand. A totally different level of intimacy would surely be experienced. The normal shapeliness of her breasts was negated by a loose-fitting, light blue cardigan over a floral blouse – house clothes, as was normal when she wasn’t going out, or going to work.
