”I led her into the bedroom and had her lie on the bed. I told her to lie still, and I would get a cool washcloth for her head. When I returned she ...was still where I had her lie down. I put the washcloth on her forehead and started to just hum a lullaby and stroke her hair and face. She visibly relaxed and I leaned down and whispered in her ear, “are you really sure you want to do this. You don’t have to if you don’t really want to. I will understand and I’m not sure I can do anything for you. My attention first went to mybustline, and I could tell right away that this was a dress that wouldnot fit well on a flat-chested girl. I really loved it and it made meso much more grateful about my "assets"! The dress came up to near thetop of my thigh on the left leg, while on the right leg the "wraparound" style came down to just above my knee, giving it a stylish look.My mom could tell that I loved it, and the feeling was unanimous. "Thiswould be a perfect dress to wear out to an evening. R: Your shirt is wet! Remove it!I wanted to fuck her when she said that but I was really very scared> i removed my shirt and she started drying my chest from the towelM: its ok I will do it you dry yourself you are all wet too.She did not listen and continued drying me and the she said to remove my pants as it was all wet and she said she ll dry it. I was bit shy but she said its ok I’m like her sonBy listening to that my hard on was gone. I felt guilty becuase i felt she thinks me like her son. He walked into the house, slamming the door behind him and ran upstairs to play on his computer, he was just about to set a new high score when his mum interrupted."Brian, it's time to go." Go where?" He asked in a typically impatient way."We're going to see Milly's dance show, you remember."How could he forget, his little sister had been going on about this for weeks. It was just like her to ruin a perfectly good evening. They set off for the theatre and Brian moaned and complained throughout.