I asked him for another bucket of ice and six glasses. He said it would be his pleasure and he was off. I went into the room and un-wrapped the nuts a...d cookies. I was setting things up in the little alcove bar area when Humberto moved me out of the way to take over. He was finishing, when Tom knocked on the door. Humberto became the butler and let them in. I welcomed Tom and Christine. Humberto went back to set out the glasses and I walked him to the door. I reached in my pocket not. My parents gave me more attention. My little achievements were celebrated as if I walked on water, pun intended. They insisted I go to a small private college where the faculty student ratio was lower. Although at that point, Harvard wasn't exactly rolling out the red carpet for Lisa. And by default, I was their favorite. I guess as we get older it shouldn't matter anymore. We are both married. Both have children. We both get guilt trips when we can't make it to Sunday Family Dinners. Yet. I also noticed that by everyday she was getting quiet large in the belly. It has made her very sexy looking woman. That was the first time that I had an opportunity to watch a women body in pregnancy. One day she said to me, "I'm fat like a cow!" You're not fat, you're pregnant." I told her. "Do you like what you see Peter?" Yes. Actually I think pregnant women are kind of sexy in a way." Huh!" She exclaimed, "You're the only one who does." "What do you mean?" "George doesn't, he won't come. "Being with you, touching you." Feel free," I whispered. "I love you." She was my mother, and I would deny her nothing. If touching me would help her heal, I'd welcome it always. I felt a tiny bit guilty, because I had lied to her when she'd asked if I ever thought of her sexually. My mother was a sensual woman. My heart thumped as I thought she might no longer be off limits to me.I felt her shift, and a hand — it had to be her left one — caressed my ribcage, just below my breast. In little up.