‘Listen to my voice,’ she began in a quiet drone that barely betrayed her Southern accent. ‘Listen. I want you to think about light. Envision a ...inpoint of pure white light in the center of your mind. Concentrate on it and remember, don’t move.’ With my eyes closed, I had no clue what she was doing but I could tell she was moving from one side of me to the other by the sound of her voice. Suddenly the hair on both of my arms bristled as though something were lightly brushing past them. In my. ‘Fine, Brian,’ she said, smiling. ‘I’m glad we could reach agreement on this.’ She looked at her watch. It was almost five-thirty. ‘God, I promised Joanne I’d try to get home early,’ she thought. ‘Look at the time! She’s going to think I’ve abandoned her.’ Brian saw her looking at her watch. ‘Fran, I’m sorry I kept you so late,’ he said. ‘I suppose you have to get home, right?’ There was just a tiny trace of disappointment in his voice. ‘That’s all right, Brian,’ Fran replied. ‘I suppose I. Everything had been fine until Adam had turned up to play and now she lay back in that hospital blaming him for her assault, remembering all this did not help him as his tears poured down his cheeks, he lay down on the couch crying into a nearby pillow.He awoke and looked at the time, it was three in the morning, he had cried himself to sleep, he rose from the couch and stretched, somehow in the dreams that had run through his mind they had calmed him and brought him peace, he for the time. "Look, you're your father's son. I know him and I know you. Neither of us will sleep with you in this condition so just do it. I don't mind." Besides, we're going to need all of our energy tomorrow." She ran her hand up and down my hip and pressed her ass into me.I knew she was right. Tomorrow was going to be an exhausting day, especially if this rain freezes. And there's no way I'm going to be doing any sleeping with this huge hard-on. Reluctantly, I said, "OK mom, if you're sure you don't.