”And I could tell she meant it, and I whispered “Thanks.” And she kissed me and then she turned around and leaned against me between my legs and...I put my arms around her.And we just sat like that in silence for a while. I had my arms around her and she held my arms as if she was afraid I would let go and I could smell her hair and her perfume and the TV was on so we watched some quiz show and Naomi knew so many of the answers and I said “Wow, you're good,” and she wiggled her body like that. Without realizing it, Carol was becoming aroused. Thelonger she watched, the harder her nipples became. Her handspressed against her stomach, then slid upward to her breasts.She massaged them through her blouse and bra, rolling andsqueezing them. Her fingers flew through the buttons, thenopened the blouse. She cupped her boobs, bra and all, thenslid her fingers inside the bra, lifting each tit clear andallowing them to hang over the bracups. While her left handcontinued to play with her boobs,. So as it was both Sunday morning and Mother’s day, I decided that because I had returned to the nest, at nineteen, after a year of trying to live with my mates in a rented house and all of us failing; I was home because life was too easy at home. Besides my step-mom, Lillian, was a cool chick. Always had been and actually way too good for my dad, who was now long gone.So it was payback time for her kindness to me. The least I could do was get her breakfast in bed. Boy was I slaving in the. It's me. Maybe it was like that before too, and I just never thought about it like I do now. I don't know. What I do know is it wouldn't work for me now. I think Joyce knows it wouldn't work, so she has it set up now so she gets to be the one who decides whether I'm enough like my old self again. I'll never be enough like my old self until I start letting her run things again." That isn't how I see things, dear. Joyce is still the same. She wants what's best for everyone. You need to show her.