"Ian, you are out ghillie's son, are you not?" "Yes, ma'am. Born and raised on the estate. I am good at the hunt, but I prefer to care for horses. You... husband was good enough to let me take on the groom's role when old Smith passed." "You do a great job, Ian. Our horses had never been so healthy as when you took over." "Thank you, ma'am." "Ian, I need a rest. Let's dismount over by those trees there." "As you wish, m'lady." They rode over to a grove of oaks on the top of a hill. Ian assisted. " Well, it's your father and me. We had an argument." I knew that wasn't all because they had argued before and mum never cried. She saw my distrust and smiled nervously. "It's nothing really. Just ..."I waited, but mum didn't seem to want to say any more. "Just what, mum?" She shook her head and sobbed. I responded by squeezing her tight."I feel unattractive," she finally said."Don't be silly, mum, you are beautiful!"She laughed and replied, "I don't mean in that way." What way do you mean,. Even without any form of wakeup sex, simply being curled around her, or cuddled up next to her, was much better than the empty space I now occupied.After a few moments, I gave up, the need to urinate taking the uppermost place in my mind, so I shuffled off to the bathroom, then pulled on a pair of shorts and decided to head to the garage to get my blood moving.As I headed for the weight bench, I hit the door control to let some air in, then lay down and reached up for the bar. After a few. "Switch feet" he tells me. He repeats the same process over again on my other leg."Turn around, put your hands on the wall."He started at my shoulders, piling my hair on top of my head. He worked the soft washcloth down my arms, across my shoulders and down my back. I felt the horror of the night before melt away while he washed me. Moving in slow circles he scrubbed me clean.Reaching around me he washed my stomach gently. He reached my breasts and I felt my pussy getting tingle when he rubbed.