"I'm...okay," was all Marcus could get out, but it was enough. His eyes were focused, his face began to flush a bit. He was back to the room, with her. The fear-driven imaginings were over. Melinda kissed him then, slowly and softly. She knew that she couldn't make love to him, not yet, but she moved her hand down and found his c**k. He was soft, the awfulness of the story had made him so, but he surged to hardness again in her capable hand. In a moment, she felt the slick wetness of precum on her palm, and she smiled at her son.
"Touch me, please, baby. I need your comfort now." Melinda said the words because they were true, not because the guide told her too. She needed her son then more than she had ever needed any man. Marcus brought his hand to her s*x and inserted a finger deftly in
