I kept her hand on the bulging. She pressed it slowly. My penis was growing tremendously.She continued her pressing tenderly. She. with her left hand ...emoved her sari from her breasts. I could see her cleavage.I extended my hands and squeezed her tits. As I continued this, I saw her facial expressions change. She moaned softly. When her mouth was opened the sweet smell of ‘pan masala’ spread in the air near me. I bent forward and lifted her face. I brought my face closer to hers. I said: “I. All I did was chasing fuck bunnies and spending nice, interesting quality time with my mum. We grew closer and closer. An affiliation deeper, more sexual than the usual love between mother and son developed. We started to check each other out. Started to stare at each others bodies. Touch each other at every possibility. But we still lived our own lives. Me fucking around like a maniac. She looking for the new mister right. Not knowing that she already lived in the same house with him.It was on. A quiet ‘Huh?’ was all she managed, and then he cupped his right hand over hers and squeezed. Her finger pressed the trigger and the gun bucked lightly. At first she thought the gun had misfired and pulled her finger away, and then she realized it simply wasn’t loud at all, and didn’t kick in her hands very much either. He squeezed her hand again and this time she pressed the trigger firmly, holding it as the gun made a lightning-quick series of low snapping noises. A stuttering corona of light. Then - clarity. There are moments in life when everything thought true crumbles to dust, and at first, the mind is unable to comprehend it. But then, like after a thunderstorm that threw you around, blinded you and made you deaf with its sheer force, you gradually become aware of a silence that settles over everything, and with it comes clarity. The bridge to what had been my life until minutes ago was burning to cinders and there was no salvaging it. I was left with nothing but my one desire,.