A walk in the park

As the two of you talk towards home, you can't help but smile. Tonight was a great night, a good meal, a little buzz, and the weather was beautiful, warm with a light breeze. That perfect temperature where the wind feels so good on your skin. Your mother leads you through the small park which separates your neighborhood from the nearby commercial district. Your path takes you along the edge of the tiny lake which abuts the park. Its not really suited for swimming, but its nice to look at.

You stop at one of the benches which overlook the water, and watch as the sun sets behind the tress on the opposite shore of the small body of water. Your mom puts an arm around your shoulder and squeezes you in.

"Thank you for tonight Mom," you say.

"You're welcome baby, you know I'd do anything for you."

"And...thank you for everything you've done to help with college," you say, a little unsure of yourself. So far you had not thanked your Mom for this little plan of hers. Truthfully, you were still deciding whether or not to be angry with her and just how angry you should be. But in the moment it felt right so you said it.

"Awww I love you so much baby," she says quietly, turning her body towards you and hugging you tightly. She holds on to you for a long moment, nestling her head into your shoulder.

When she pulls away, she rubs her eyes for a moment before suggesting that you continue on towards home.

As you struggle for a moment to stand you start to feel the **** getting to you a bit. You weren't feeling quite so stuffed, but you were getting a bit drunk. Regardless you continue towards home, hand in hand with your mother.

By the time home is in sight, you are laughing, slurring your words, and barely able to walk in a straight line. Jane, still appearing outwardly sober, is **** to herd you towards your destination. Arriving in your front yard, you allow yourself to collapse on the lawn, staring up at the evening sky as she searches her handbag for the house keys. Once the keys are located and the door unlocked, Jane returns her attention to you.

Reaching out to you with her hand, she attempts to pull you back to your feet, "Up you go girl."

You grasp her strong hand but instead simply pull her towards you and laugh. Having you beat in both strength and sobriety, she easily resists your efforts and instead bends over and slides her hands between you back and the soft bed of uncut grass. Rather than lift you on to your feet, she scoops you up and tosses you over her shoulder like a sack of flour, making sure to tickle your bare thighs once she has you in position, like when you were a little kid.

Previously unaware of how ticklish you were in your current condition, you cry out with laughter, sure that you are about to pee yourself.

Relenting with the tickling but continuing to treat you like 100 pounds of dead weight, Jane nudges open the door with her foot as she carries you across the threshold, looking for a convenient place to toss you.