I’m used to it. I should be fair, he could have been genuinely concerned, but I never take something like that for granted. He asked if I was all ri...ht, and I told him, ‘Does it fucking look like I’m all right?’ He said something about being a nice guy and wanting to help. Hell, I don’t trust anyone anymore. I ended up following him though, hoping he would put me out of my misery. It was his apartment building I was crying in front of. ‘My name’s Michael,’ he told me as he let me into his. I told mom she was making a big mistake. I told her she needed to work things out with dad. Mom seemed to be getting mad. I told her that going out with other men she might get a diease. I told her she should stay home and be with me. If she wanted to even with dad she could just be with me. That did not come out right and she took it even further. I told her it would help us both out. I then took mom's hand and lead her to my bedroom. Once in the room I was not sure what I was going to do. I. After few days this masturbation thing went out of hand and my room was filled with tissues everywhere she didn’t complaint thinking it was not advisable to speak off. But my dick has a mind of its own so every night I recollect my mother’s stroking me and release myself up but one night when I was relieving myself up suddenly mother came into my room and said “Look Ketan every day when I clean your room there are so many of your tissues lying around” I said “Sorry. I will clean it daily” She. Abhishek then held the hem of my skirt and slowly raised it up, just like a magicians trick. He kept raising it till he had exposed my whole ass, barely covered in those small red panties, as well as the small portion of my lower back between the waist of the skirt and the elastic of my panties. My panty was now fully stretched, clearly showing the shape of my ass and even the outline of my pussy.Almost immediately I felt two hand on my ass. One was Abhishek, holding my skirt up with one hand.