Being a healthy male this wasn’t the first time he’d masturbated at work and he was ashamed to realize that since contacting Abby, he had jerked o...f every night since. He cycled through different scenarios before settling on his personal favorite. Abby was lying on his bed tied down, her legs spread wide. She was wearing a pair of wrist straps and a small white thong. This being his favorite fantasy, he knew that she’s been tied to the bed for a while he did errands around town. She’d been. “Stop, stop!” I lifted my head. She quickly drank what was left in her cup and set the cup on the bed, then laid back. “OK, go.” I obeyed and crawled over so that I could easily switch between breasts. I already knew she liked her nipples played with roughly and I supplied, sucking, biting and planting gentle kisses around each mount before returning to the nipple and massaging the other with my hand.I reached down with my right hand and slid it into the top of her panties. “No!” She reached. "You shouldn't be here," she said before she thought about what had happened earlier."Mom ... we ... I mean ... you know what we ... did a little while ago," he said clearly confused by her modesty.Linda sighed, realizing that she was being very inconsistent at best. "I'm sorry ... I mean ... I ... we ... it is hard for me." I know and I'm sorry, Mom," he said seriously. "You don't hate me, do you?"Linda said, "Of course not." But ... I ... I took ... advantage of you," he said, clearly. “Oh, Amma,” I moaned, “I love you.”“Oh baby, I love you too.”My right hand seemed to have a life of its own. This entire time it had been moving down over her stomach, and then down to her waist, then around out over her wide hip, and back up the stomach until I was almost but not quite cupping the curve of her breast in my hand, and then down again. Over and over in one big circle of heat and love and touch, I paused for a second, feeling the last cry of my worried mind fade, and then I slid.