No more than a minute passed before I saw him lower his arm down off the sofa yet, rather than place it around her shoulder as I expected he might, he instead began teasing the back of my Mum’s neck lightly with his fingers. I continued to look on and with no objections Mark’s confidence grew. Mom xxx Why someone usually so sensible would believe someone his age would want to help her out with her shopping was beyond me. Again my mother offered not a single protest, instead her lips emitted a long, languished moan and, clearly sensitive to this new approach she reached around the back of his neck with her hands and held him there. It was something he enjoyed doing. He continued with his massage and as the minutes passed I saw her head lower, a sure sign she’d relaxed once more. Each rising and falling in unison. …sexily, beneath her soft red top, a
