I was totally shocked this time, although my inner mind had expected something from his side, and I knew I should not stop him, it was my fault of sed...ucing him after all, but I jumped, tried to move away from him screaming “what the fuck?” but it seemed too late, he had me in his full grip of his strong, young masculine body, I could not move at all, his cock was already out of his zipper, rubbed to my ass, in between my legs, under my pussy, while both of his hands were gripping my bare tits. I started with the theme from The Deerhunter. It was a melancholy tune and matched my mood, from the melancholy start my mood went downhill, until eventually I just put the guitar away and lay back on the bed.There was a soft knock on my door, and Dad walked in. Dad never walked into my bedroom.He sat down on the edge of my bed.“So, son, your girlfriend went away for eight weeks, are you going to spend the next eight weeks locked away up here playing dirges, or are you going to get on with your. Her thighs were parted, so I could see what amounted to a stripe of blue with a triangle going up under her skirt. She didn’t move for a few minutes and then I saw something dark. It took me a moment to realize it was a finger. She was touching herself. Her hand was still, but her finger was doing tight circles and rubbing back and forth just a little bit.I know, right! She was masturbating right there in the office and, without knowing it, right in front of me. I stayed at my computer, making. “Thank you dear,” said his mother. She blew him a kiss and turned to keep walking to the house.Bobby had been silent. “So what exactly does that mean Mom?” he asked Cathy.She turned her head. “It means, handsome son of mine, that if I’m not already pregnant, I will be in two or three days if we keep doing what we did today.”“Oh,” he said. “Do you want me to stop?”She stopped and turned. Then she put her arms around him and kissed him soundly. “Not particularly,” she said after the kiss. “I.