It wasn't until 3 in the morning, that we heard gentle footsteps coming down the stairs. Mom's door opened and closed quickly and then, just like that...I could hear gentle rocking in the room where my mother must have spread her hips for a young, strong cock. The whole thing lasted no more than 30 minutes. I heard the visitor dressing up and then go back upstairs. I slipped into my mother's room and closed the door. All I could hear was her deep and heavy breathing. She turned on the light. A. Maybe a wet wipe or two. Some deodorant.I hope my awkward waddle is not as obvious as I think it is.Before the elevator door shuts behind me again, I have another auditory hallucination. I swear I can hear him mumble “Oh, it's obvious” with a chuckle that zaps down my spine again.*I got off on the wrong floor, but it's not critical. It's just two flights of stairs up to the office now, which I take with exaggerated slowness to get my body temperature back to normal and my thoughts back in line.. We have all read and re-read as much as we can from the internet encyclopedias about this disease and we hold out hope that they got this early, otherwise, it's curtains!But dad wants the rest of us to take solace in one another, to enjoy life for the precious gift that it is, and if and when he feels strong enough, he might yet surprise us, and join in!Surprisingly, it took only about a week or so before Glen and I needed to get our rocks off - mom took a couple of months.We have read accounts. ”“I use a towel rolled up and rub myself against it in an up and down motion. I never use my hands. This method seems to arouse some sensations that the hand cannot reach.”“I don’t masturbate. Well, a little rubbing against the sheets maybe.”“Generally, I straddle a pillow (lie over a pillow between my legs), and rotate my hips with the pressure of the pillow. against my clitoris.”“Usually I masturbate on the comer of a chair or something similar with a pillow between my legs. I hump up and.