That sounded OK to me, but before I gave Mom what she wanted, I needed something. I rose from the seat and took her by the shoulders back until Mom was, again, lying face up on the back seat and I half-stood and half-squatted over her.

Mom looked quizzically into my eyes, but she didn't resist. She lay back at the manipulation of her body by my hands.

"Mom," I said with a heavy sigh.

"Will," she said in return.

I didn't wait. I ran my hands up her bare, cool thighs, until my fingers felt the waistband of her cheerleader bloomers. Then I pulled. I felt that initial resistance,...