Though he had a girlfriend, he started masturbating imagining his sensuous 47-year-old chubby saree loving mom Vasundhara. The dynamics of his thought...process was changing day by day. He started to look at his mother in a very sexual and lusty manner.He kept a tab at his mother’s chats with unknown boys whenever she was asleep. He used to get a hard-on seeing his mom’s nude pics she was sharing with her hangout friends. There were dirty sexually wild conversations between his mom and her. He tried to think about how his sister could come down at any minute to see, but his imagination wasn't worth shit to his dick. He stared at his shrivelled dick, it's wrinkles like some crass frown. Harry knew what he needed, it wasn't no fiction or computer screen, he stared down at his shrunken worm, "Fuck it, have it your way then." Harry creeped up to his sister's bedroom, his dick getting hard at the thought of what he was about to do. Her white door slung ajar to reveal an orange light. I tried to call Susan on herCell phone several times but she did not answer and did not call meback. In fact, she sent me a text message that read "Stop calling me!"I spent some time looking to see if there was an apartment that I couldafford to rent but with my wages alone, there was no way I could affordto live in this area. I even looked into the legal stuff, apparently,she could not just leave me like that, it would take time before shecould get a divorce. Not that it mattered, we had no. A midnight blue dress-shirt with a white t-shirt underneath, it isn't really needed to wear a tie but I decide to tie it on because why not. I change boxers and put on black dress pants which are a bit tight but Im glad it is, to show off my plump butt. It didn't really matter because no one at my private school is homo so. I ran to the bathroom, quickly brushing my teeth and fixing my hair before running downstairs, passed the living room and out to my mom's car getting in.Mom: Good Morning.