In the meantime PurplePleasure and I continued chatting on line. I commended him on his attempts to win his mother’s affections.“She’s acting d...fferent now, but I don’t know if it’s me she’s interested in or if she’s seeing someone else,” he wrote, “I’m afraid if I say anything to her, she’ll freak out.”“Do you masturbate thinking about your mom?” I asked.“Well, yes,” came from his end.“I’m assuming your mom isn’t stupid and she has a nose and can smell what’s going in your room.”“But I always. Bindu Didi invitingly took one of her breasts in her palm and held it up to me as an offering, while her other hand crept between her legs and disappeared inside the dark lush jungle there. Her hand moved up and down in a rhythm and she started moaning. I pulled her to me and fastened my mouth on a fat leathery nipple, which I chewed and sucked. She whimpered as my hand crushed her boob like a ripe mango being mashed to extract the juice. As she clutched me with both arms, my other hand tangled. I was most likely ... Oh god ... I was a...“Who’s the father?!” I demanded in a panicked voice, grabbing her head and yanking it up so her eyes could meet mine.She stared deeply into my eyes with a look that was a third incredulity, a third sadness, and a third anger. “I don’t know!!” she practically shrieked at me.Oops. Right. How the hell would she know? I needed to calm down. I steadied myself by leaning against the wall and slinking down to meet her, still conducting those deep breaths.. I will be coming off the Bay bridge headed west in five minutes,” I said.“Yes Ma-am just a moment; there are two troopers at the toll booth. Pull off by the admin building; they will be waiting for you. Is this line hands free, can you leave it open?” the voice replied.“Yes I can,” I replied.I had called on my personal JBG phone that was linked in the Suburban. The State Department phone was in the console getting fully charged. It was hands free, if I need it while it was in the rack.I pulled.