Kathy’s eyes grew larger as she stared from her hiding place.Matt paused on a page, his strokes becoming firm and fast as he pleasured himself. Kath...’s thoughts swirled: She marvelled at Matt’s size to wondering if her own son masturbated the same way. She recalled finding the telltale signs in her son’s wastebasket; crumpled tissues and paper towels wadded, thick and stiff from some ‘unknown’ substance.Her body quaked, shocking Kathy to recognize her own growing arousal at watching Matt. Her. "You still have a spare key to her house yes?"Once again she merely nodded her head."Good ... like I told you earlier, the three of you will slip in the back door after I arrive. But I don't want any of you making your presence known until I say so. I don't want her being aware that you're there, not until I've made her squirm a little. And certainly not until I've got her to compromise herself. After that, is when her real punishment will begin," I reminded my wife once again."And then after. It was quite the nicest Christmas she could remember; certainly the best she'd had in many years.It was Thursday before she made it back to her apartment on Point Drive, and she only made it then because John had to do some grocery shopping, and she figured that she'd better check her mail and access the mainframe for E-Mail.She'd mellowed considerably in the last few days. The world seemed a better place, more tolerable, now that things had changed a little. Instead of a core of bitterness and. ..and more importantly disappointed. I decided to call her. "Hello ?" she answered."hey" Whats up Hun?" she inquired"Im freaking out baby" Why ?" Im scared and insecure. I'm a fucking retard. i cant do this tonight" ummmm oookaaaayyyy" she said with obvious confusion (i would like to think disappointment as well)i hung up the phone.After a couple of days , I couldnt stop thinking about her. Gazing at pix and wondering what could have been i called her again.She picked up and before she could.