It crumbled, flakedaway and became moon dust.As my masculinity rusted away, I fell through the Moon's center andcrested its far side.Dust fell from my...eyes. I was now able to see the connection betweencause and effect, to view the big picture. I could see galaxies form,worlds condense and cool, life form, the rise and fall of human empires,the endless cycles of change, never repeating but always rhyming. My lifewas ending. My life was beginning. But my vision was fading. This visionwas a last. Of course that would be great and laughed. He said he was serious about that and asked whether i could help him get my mom. I doubted for a second thinking that this is real life situation and not a story stuff.. But i gave him my mom’s no.My mom’s name is Bindu Sadanandan, 44 years old. She is not that fair but not that dark to. She had a brownish skin; 80 kg, 165 cm lady. She has hanging boobs with size 36 c. He had that slutty look in her face although she not a local. She is capable of. She was very adventurous, telling me how she would physically exhaust me, rubbing her pussy over my lips, cumming on my face and peeing in my mouth. She knew that I wanted to be her sex slave. Sending me her soiled panties was just a start.“Have you been a good boy?” she asked.“Yes,” I whispered.There was silence at the end of the line. I didn’t know if she was still there.“Hello?” I asked, “Are you still there?”“Yes, still I’m here,” she responded, “Tell me what you liked about smelling my. 'Shall I take your photo?' he calls out, I am some 3 to 5m away from the shoreline, and without waiting for my reply, picks up my camera and takes the photo, which is also posted here, the one of me in the water.I think the boys are a little drunk and not used to drinking especially outdoors in full sun. One reaches into his plastic bag and pulls a beer off its plastic ring and offers it to me. I call back for him to leave it beside my clothes, which he does, right on top of my skimpy knickers.