His hand rested there and then slowly moved back toward my knee, where he stopped again.Mark then began gently touching my leg with his fingertips jus... above my knee. His fingertips slowly moved from the top of my thigh to the inside of my thigh just above the knee. He then began a slow advance along the inside of my thigh. I had been watching his hand while he touched me and looked up to his face. His eyes were closed and he had a quizzical look on his face. I could see that he was chewing on. . when he's... uh, finished."Jason looked at his mother lying before him on the bed with her panties in his hands. He couldn't help but grin as he listened to her side of the conversation with his father. Then he pressed his head between her legs. He put slight pressure on her legs and she spread them wider to give her son full access to her body. He bent his head to her knee and kissed it softly. He then began to slowly kiss and lick his way up her thighs. They both knew where he was. Spring break was a matter of three weeks in the future and I was feeling no less dismal as it approached. Marianna got some information on Mr. Botelli and he seemed to be legitimate. Now it would be a matter of waiting to see just what kind of offer he was planning to make. I know Marianna was aware of my change in mood and she did her best to try and cheer me up, but those temporary sessions didn’t seem to last. I really wanted to know what her future held. I also was waging a war with myself. Just as well. She didn’t particularly want him to know this maudlin side of her. She’d arranged the photographs chronologically. She was nothing if not orderly. There were several photographs of their time at the university, taken by fellow students whose post graduate successes had sent them far afield. She prowled their Facebook profiles and wondered what might have been had her own life’s trajectory not been so predictable. It wasn’t as though Britt wasn’t successful. She was by any.