The sweet and salty aroma of his most intimate place. She just wanted to hold him she told herself. She fought off the urge to go any further, she was exhausted. He was exhausted and it was only his whirling mind since the incident earlier that had prevented him from realizing it. “Er yeah, I did.” he said, seeming slightly unsure of himself. The wetness that had felt so good just moments before now just felt damp and sticky and Andy’s weight was pressing it down into her. He must have padded downstairs without her hearing him. “Are you tired?” She asked, breaking him out of his trail of thought. They both watched TV for a while, the night growing darker and quieter outside. I hope he’s ok. She knew that the move here was to act calmly as if nothing had happened, and that’s what she intended to do. But there was just something about the what had happened that she couldn’t get out of her head. He rocked back another couple of times gently, savoring every inch of movement. It was a strange request he thought, and although he had almost forgotten what he was wearing as the evening had progressed the idea of lying on top of his mother had made him aware all over again of his state.
