He would always stay far enough away from me so I felt safe. He would be hard in the showers but would not openly masturbate there, only in the sauna....He wasn't much for the steam, just the sauna and hot tub and shower.After we both got done going back and forth each day we would go into the locker room together and he would stand in front of me while he dried himself off, retracting his foreskin and wiping his glans dry a few inches from my face, still hard as a rock. Looking back, it is. If things were not already fucked up between us, well this should make it worse. While I knew my mother had a point about the age difference why did she approach me several months ago at all. Especially now, when she is possibly going to start a relationship with someone. I made a conscious decision immediately to stay out of my mom’s bed. I made it a point to wait until my mother’s date was about to arrive to go get dinner for Lynda and myself. I went to a local diner who made excellent. She began to share a writing that was more transparent, more exposed, more lurid, more succulent and lush, as her own attire seemed to mesh in-kind. She was orchestrating some grand pageantry for my express enjoyment, and in return made it clear that she wanted the same from me. My own expressions turned from less intimate, less direct, less personal, to targeted, zeroed in, honed for a trajectory that was sure to hit their mark, a direct hit to her heart, to her smoldering soul, a firing of my. .Me: seri Nithya (wow Nithya cooking for me wow)I finished my work 1hr early and got permission and left my office and I called her from the car and was talking to her all the way to my placeMe: velai mudichiten, vetuku kambitenNithya: evolo sekarama….??? En sapadu sapadu…???My mind voice: sooru matum Ella Unayum thaMe: ama vela munjedu so varen… Na vetuku poi ready agitu varen adhukula nee kadaye yera katidu. Ama yenga polam???Nithya: theriyadhu yenga aachu ookandu sapudra yedama sollu.Me:.