As the movie wore on, mom was surprisingly affected by the emotional scenes, considering she'd seen it a half-dozen times already. Her affectionate touches remained over-the-clothes and in innocuous locations; my forearm, thigh, bicep. I couldn't believe how such seemingly innocent gestures were sending electrical currents to my dick. Then the line came. You know the one:

"I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her."

Mom burst into tears and buried herself against my chest. I held her tight, my immediate thought being: how strange, to react so strongly to a scene you know is coming. I figured she'd cry it out...