God, he justwanted to reach out and run his hands up and down his mother'sbig legs.Still Norma hadn't said a word, just knowing that her son was feast...inghis eyes on her backside and deciding to let him get a good look at herfrom that angle. Finally, she said, "Like what you see, Bobby?" Oh, god yes, mom. You're beautiful." Am I sexy too, dear?" she asked teasingly."You know you are, don't you, mom?" Want to see more, do you?" Oh yes, please. Turn around, please," Bobby pleaded.Slowly Norma. She had decided, after listening to the forecast, to wear jeans and a tee shirt, adding the windbreaker for the morning chill. She regretted not bringing a warmer coat – the winery was some miles from the city and the air was colder as well as cleaner. Gloves might have been nice, too, she thought. Her hands turned cold as soon as she left the warmth of the car. She drew nearer to the group, and was relieved to pick out the familiar shape of Uncle Chester. Chester VanMeter wasn’t really her. Goddess had eyes closed and was breathing deeply. Nona continued as the master watched her anoint his partners legs, her hands reaching into her inner thigh and down towards her feet. She then switched to massaging the master. Again she started over the shoulders, down the back and over the buttocks. Each stroke was longer than the last and very lightly she stroked down between his cheeks lingering very briefly around the perineum. She continued to add more oil to his legs as she had done to. I am sorry younglady, but I don't hold out much hope for your parents. You never hurtkids. You never try to kill kids. They are going to be hurt or worse,nobody can protect them."Molly didn't say anything, only nodding in agreement. Lillian held herhand and squeezed it, giving the girl assurances that it was going to bealright. Molly accepted the assurances and relaxed, letting herselfenjoy the meal while trying to think of other things like having amother who showed more love in the past few.