I was staring, and she slowly realized this. Amateur porn I got up, turned off the TV, took the nearly-empty wine bottle and glass to the kitchen, and came back to the couch. “Bottoms up!” I said bravely, with a weak smile. I could hear her urinating in the toilet behind me. “Is it bedtime?”
“Yep,” I smiled, “Let’s get you to bed.”
I helped her get up, and I carried much of her weight as we got her down the hall to her room. I sure knew what had happened, though I couldn’t be sure if she did. It was Saturday evening by the time we finished, and we decided to celebrate with a nice meal at the local Italian eatery. I even prayed that she would sober up just enough to administer her touch. Me. Finally the noise and the movement abated, and Mom fell back into a deep slumber. I convinced Mom to relax and enjoy some wine with dinner, which she did. Dinner was pleasant enough, and Mom opened another bottle of wine. I tried to move her gently, to get her aligned on the bed, and covered with sheets and blanket.
