As you shift across to nudge your mother awake, you put your other hand flat on the seat beside her, and surprisingly into a patch of warm, sticky wetness. While your mother is still snorting back into full consciousness, you jerk your glistening hand up to inspect it, and simultaneously glance down at the wet circle which seems to have spread out across your mother's seat from underneath her dress.
"Eugh!" you start back, as the realisation suddenly dawns on you, as to what this signifies. Only a few moments later, your mother blinks into full awareness, only to find you staring at her aghast, and reaching down with alarm to check on the sensation between her legs. Taking in where she is right now, and apparently fully comprehending her situation, your mother groans with dismay.
"Oh no," she whimpers.
There isn't time to dwell on matters, however. The train is already stopped at the station, and by the time the two of you are snapped into action the last of the other passengers are already stepping off the carriage. The beeping sound of the imminently closing doors jerks you both out of your reverie.
"Come on," you beckon your mother with your only non-despoiled hand.
All in a fluster, she nevertheless recognises the reason for your urgency and gathers up her besmirched dress to stumble down the aisle, not really saying anything at all, just urgently heading for the door as it starts to close.
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