The fact that he felt its sudden coolness offset the burning told him that he was far from cooked. The lamp had only heated the cake batter so it woul... rise, and given him the equivalent of a deep sunburn. Which meant he’d feel everything she still planned on doing.She interspersed spreading the frosty icing with an occasional quick pumping of his cock. Just enough to keep him hard so that the other sensations didn’t overwhelm him. She’d learned the balance years ago. Tease his cock just enough. That was like a dream. When we reached the city next day, I found my mother was completely cured. I thanked ‘Goddess ABHIKAAMI’ for her unconventional way of remedy. Though I thanked Goddess, I felt sad with-in, longing for that unconventional way itself. One can not dare to fuck his own mother when she is perfectly conscious. After a week, my father arrived at city to take back my mother. It was inevitable. I was unbearably sad, but I managed to control myself in their presence. In the evening. Something or somewhere - a smell, a sight, a song - triggered recollections. But now, this second time around, I couldn’t get through even one single day without thinking about her. Maybe it was because it was all too fresh, that it had just happened. I tried recollecting whether it was like that in the early days after our first parting. I suppose I hurt back then but I couldn’t feel that pain, not like now. I was listless, didn’t have the energy or inclination to do anything. I went on to. And picked a day when we would move in, the first of August and I took ten days leave from the Army so we would have time together. A funny thing, although we were in and out, moving stuff etc. we never hung around, just did what needed to be done and left, no messing around. +++++ = MY SWEET CHERRY = When the first came around we went out for dinner and a show (I think, I don’t recall that part of the evening as well as what followed). We were both nervous, anxious, awkward and all those other.