I was the only child to come from that short marriage. Mom got custody of me and, depressed over her divorce, she put all her focus into raising me. I...grew very close to her because of this. I shared all my problems with her, and she with me. I came to her for anything I needed. No matter how busy she was, she always made time for me.Even though I looked much like my dad, taking his blonde hair, hazel eyes, strong jaw and tall build, she still showered me with love and devotion. Some ways I was. She hands me a gown and instructs me to strip from the waist down, including underwear. She says she'll be back in a bit and leaves the examination room. She's gone a long time. What is she doing? Multi-tasking with another patient? Catching up on email? Here I am wearing nothing but a t-shirt and one of those horrible gowns that opens in the back, sitting on a paper-covered examination table in a cold room, waiting for what seems like 10 minutes for my doctor to return. This is not sexy at. "Nothing seemed to be working, so Howard shut up, shrugging. More argument would be just that; nothing would be resolved. Yes, he had a thing for Caitlin, but he was an adult, and you didn't let such thing get away from you, did you? Especially if they're going strictly nowhere... On the other hand, here they were, at dinner together, on what most people would call a date; this was the closest to success that Howard had been in some time... "So, after dinner? What kind of plans do you have?". Meanwhile your hand continued working its magic, yet there were no words.You began stroking faster, almost as if urging me to cum. My breathing became unsteady, as I wanted to cum for you more than anything. I reached over and slowly began massaging your firm tits, squeezing the nipple gently between my thumb and forefinger. That in it self was exciting. Believe it or not, I was actually turned on by your breasts. I am growing ever so closer to orgasm. As I stated earlier, when I’m about to cum.