" A little cheering up goes a long way, Alice."I rubbed her there for twenty seconds and had her jiggling a bit more. I let my eyes go back and forth ...etween her face and pink poke-a-dot skirt. She was right; I could tell she felt better by the second.As she placed her hand on mine, it became even more apparent. As if that wasn't enough, she even tugged up her skirt and exposed her panties. I saw them and jolted while cheesing. Once she did that, she proved to me that she thought this was. Ed came behind me and I acted like I didn’t notice him. He wrapped his hands around my flat tummy and stuck his chest on my back. “Ed, please leave,” I said. “Why? Mom,” he whispered. I felt his other hand on my thighs and he was slowly lifting my skirt. “Ed, No!” I said in anticipation. “Why do you always avoid me Mom?” he asked. “Because you are my son,” I told him. “And what about when you came to my room that night? I was your son at that time too,” he said and I went in flashback. He was. She just smiled and spoke to me normally in office. On that evening while she was bending to take a paper from ground, I noticed her cleavage and boobs clearly. She too noticed it clearly. She immediately msgd me wt do you want . I replied you only dear. Then there is no reply. Then while leaving I went behind her in my cabin put my both fingers in to her tops and squeezed her boobs. She just said no. And stopped her voice and tried to take my hands out. But I can feel her nipples getting. As I said before, he was on my side. Janet looked at her lawyer with a questioning look. He gave a small nod, and she put the Mont Blanc pen to the paper. I could hear the sound of the paper moving underneath her writing. As I saw the ink flow out of the cartridge I watched her sign the dotted line. I never did understand why they refer to it as “the dotted line”, when it actually is a straight line. Not dotted at all. As Janet signed her name, a flush of familiarity washed over me. I had seen.