"I'll give you a hand," Mom said as she arranged the chair. "I don't want you to fall."
As I stepped up onto the chair and then to the counter, Mom moved closer, and my c**k rubbed her arm. She pressed in, and her body shook a little.
Like she'd done, I straddled the island and counter. I put my head and shoulders up into the space above the suspended ceiling. All I saw was a lot of wood. I reached up and grabbed a beam to assure my balance.
Mom's hands felt warm against my thighs. She had them palms-down, just above my knees.
"It's tricky balancing here," I said. "I'll need you to move your hands higher."
I could hear my mother nearly panting as her hands slid up my legs and to the openings of my shorts. Her right hand slid even further. I wore the thinnest of nylon briefs, so when t
