He did the same with the other shoe and then helped Tuck to stand."Now take it easy hon." Thomas stood next to the boy holding Tucks hand,his strength...keeping Tuck from falling over. "One foot in front of theother and small steps you will be fine." He led Tuck over to the mirrorthat was carefully angled down so that it only showed the person standingin front of it from the waist down, emphasizing the foot ware that wasbeing modeled.Tuck was not at all sure he would be fine, the shoes were. In typical fashion for her she opened with, "Gross, what's with the underwear, put some shorts on. I don't need to see your boy junk".My face reddening I head back up to my room to pull on some shorts and I see my mom has my shorts from last night in her hand and is touching the spot of white dried cum. She hears me come into the room, and I can see her blush as she tosses the shorts onto the pile of other dirty clothes. I feel embarrassed also, and realized I needed to be more careful. I. ‘I am a little cold. Still tired I guess.’ She sat beside the fire, while I finished my second helping. I offered her more wine or a brandy and she refused, so with the remains of the wine, I joined her and Dog in front of the fire. She sat in silence listening to the tape, the roar of the increasing ocean swells just becoming noticeable. I tried to converse, but she was not really with it and she was soon nodding, barely able to keep her eyes open. It was just nine o’clock. I placed a hand on. Finally looking at the clock, I decided that perhaps we both needed to cool off a bit.“It’s getting late, I’m going to go my place.” I told her, my hand brushing the hair out of her face.Those light green eyes, those soft understated Asian features, that jet black straight hair just mesmerized me. God, I wanted so much more, the urge was almost unbearable. It took everything I had to maintain my composure, not wanting her to see right through me.“Brian, I want to ... I ... know you...” she.