”The thought must have entered both of their heads at the same time. Jason wanted it, but he couldn’t say it. Could he? Their eyes met. She looked...deep into his eyes.“Jason….Could you help me?”Jason stood rooted to the spot. His mind was screaming yes, I’ll help you, I’ll bury my face in those spectacular mounds and drink them dry. All he could manage, however, was a weak nod.His mother turned and walked back to her bedroom, with Jason following as if in a trance. Neither of them spoke, as if. When I went to leave her she said, "No, don't. I don't want to be alone tonight." She rolled onto her side and I held her from behind, each of us comforting the other through warmth and love.We fell asleep that way. I awoke with a burning, constricting sensation down below and realized that I had my trunks still on and that my penis was semi-erect. Then the thought dawned on me that I was holding this scantily-clad woman in my arms, voluptuous and beautiful, my hand was resting dangerously on. ”“I’m Willow,” she said. “Willow Ambrighton.”“Pleased to meet you,” I said, and she nodded. We shook hands. Her hand felt small in mine. It was almost exciting to just touch her. I’m gettin’ desperate, I thought. That was nothing new. I was pretty much desperate all the time. We left the station and went up the street where the eating places were. I led her to a little hamburger place and we sat and ordered.“Where you goin’?” I asked, and she grimaced.“All the way across the country,” she said.. She might have noticed it. She asked me why did I sleep in her room the previous night. I choked but soon found my voice and replied that it was very hot in the living room and that’s why. She told me I know what all you did yesterday night. I was shocked. I told her I didn’t do anything.She told me that it was normal for boys of my age to do such things. I said so you would let me do such things to you. She said no. Its not right. I am married and I love my husband. I began pleading to her.