"A seat with a back would give its own set of problems..." Heather chuckled and allowed herself to be lifted. She felt her knees lock into place, even though she had no control over them. "Okay, just help me stay upright. My legs are still there, after all, I just can't move them." She shrugged and soaped her behind then rinsed herself off. It was rather nice to be held so intimately by someone. She laughed inwardly at the rather inappropriate thought that occurred to her:<i>Does she find me attractive? What if she does? would it be so very wrong?</i>Heather pushed the idea away. It was an amusing and very silly idea. There was no way that April would find her mother attractive in that way. And even if she did, well, they were mother and daughter. Nothing would happen, would it? That's why it was funny.<br/><br/>They both got clean and Heather took the proffered towel, draped it across the wheel chair and eased her naked body into it, then wrapped the towel around herself, rubbing the worst of the water off. "Mmm, that does smell divine, dear, thank you. You might want to get my back too?" She smiled and took the lotion, set it in her lap and wheeled herself into the bedroom. She spent the next few minutes awkwardly drying herself off, transferring herself to the bed to extract the towel from beneath her, and applying the lotion to her arms, chest, belly and thighs.<br/><br/>"April, if I lie face down on the bed, can you get my back and legs with the lotion please?" She called out. Still naked, she lifted her legs onto the bed, lay back, and then rolled herself over onto her belly. It was amazing to her how many simple things, like rolling over in bed, one uses one's legs for without realising it. Things you take for granted until they aren't available to you any more. Lying on her belly, she waited for her daughter to start rubbing the fragrant oil in. Her ankles were crossed and she had no way to uncross them. "I think you're supposed to give my legs a daily massage anyway to ensure the blood keeps flowing." Heather had no desire to die from a deep vein thrombosis.