I had to spend a lot of time building it up again. You heard about Abigail? No?”“I heard about a thirteen year old and an eighteen year old boy? I... the showers – that must have been cold.”“Oh, well that was Kailey-Anne, she was always going to be a precocious Lolita type; still they were married when she was old enough and I understand they still are. No, Abigail was a more unfortunate, less voluntary case. A boy persuaded her to go to his dorm and there were four waiting for her. She was. She asked if I was able to meet her after work at her apartment. I told her yes of course. I too thought of her often since then and, would be glad to meet. When the time came I wore the same slacks she picked out for me and headed off to her place, excited for what was to come. I drove as fast as I could my heart racing, half hard by the time I reached her place. Once I rounded the corner I could see her waiting at the front door. She was much prettier than I remembered from our first. Let us come to the story…Once after seeing porn i was masturbating to the hardcore and was about to cum. I was alone at that time in home. I was expecting my mom anytime. As expected, my mom entered home and found me masturbating and I was moaning heavily, suddenly i saw my mom and stopped my masturbation in between.I saw my mom face and she went away in anger but that was fake anger. After sometime i went to her room and I couldn’t believe what I saw. She was fingering herself vigorously. She did not urge him to sit down while she got him a drink, she did not flutter about, or ask him if he was comfortable, did he need anything?Instead she took his bags up to his room and let him roam the ground floor while she unpacked. When she came down with his dirty washing, he was standing in the living room gazing out at the garden.She put the washing in the machine and started it, then came up behind him and gently hugged him to her, conscious of his bruising."Beautiful, isn't it?" she.