Rather than feeling that my mother had come rushing to look after me, or that she was wet from the rain and needed to dry herself, I felt lust and des...re for her tender body rising in me. I was wearing just my shorts and my cock was getting hard underneath. I controlled myself and told her, “You are totally wet Ma, why don’t you dry yourself in the bathroom?”She said, “All my clothes are wet Adarsh, and my dry clothes are in my suitcase. I cannot take the suitcase into the bathroom. Let me go. From this angle, he couldn’t tell, but… Feeling his cock stirring, he sent the thought: [That feels good.] Ally head tilted back, just a little. She took in a deep breath, and let it out slowly. [Oh, yeah,] Alan thought, [faster.] Her arm started to work faster, eyes still locked on her phone, swiping. She let out a sigh. This was actually happening, he realized. She was masterbating right at her desk. Before he could reconsider it, he quickly and silently ducked down into his cubicle, snatched. She longed desperately for one of her mother's home-cooked meals. One of the complaints she and Mike had had was those meals. Before their mother's marriage, the fare had been poor-- spaghetti, or stew, or chili. There was never enough money for steak or chops or a roast. Often it was just tuna fish in a salad or a casserole.After they had acquired the Old Bastard for their stepfather, there had been little change. With all his money, he kept the household budget tight. Often to squeeze out. And sporting a huge boner he said:“Didn’t I hear Mom and Dad say I was in charge?” he said with a different tone in his voice. The girls looked at each other and nodded. He smiled and went into his desk drawer and took out two zip ties. “How far we get, depends upon your cooperation,” he said as he turned his desk chair around and faced the girls. “Susie, take off Abby’s nightgown.” Susie shook her head slightly almost silently saying ‘what do you mean’.“You heard me. Take it off!” he ordered..