Not the world, but a world. In confusion he looked up into a face that smiled lovingly at him as he howled. Noone smiled at him, or at least noone had... He was helpless too. He couldn’t wipe that smile off her face, and at the same time, couldn’t resist the sense of calm he felt in her presence. His limbs moved spastically, his bowels were not under his control and he was small. This wasn’t right. Bloody hell, who was this bitch? So wrapped up was he in the contrasting confusion of feeling. I had just returned home from my daily morning 7km run. I was a little bit sweaty but it wasn't too bad considering it was only 7am. I walked in the door of my house and into my room where my boyfriend was sitting on the bed. I took my shoes and socks off and took my shirt off. Sam walked over to me and kissed me gently on the lips. I kissed back. He pushed me on the bed and lifted my legs and started worshipping my feet. He licked the soles of my feet up and down. He carressed each and. But I masturbated ever since I got by puberty. Never ever my Mom sneaked into my fantasies even then. What made me think of her? During my masturbation sessions I developed fetish for her clothes. I held her sari, bra and petticoat when I masturbated and this became an obsession later on. I must confess Mom started appearing in my fantasies!I masturbated extensively using Mom’s clothes. I loved her Chiffon Sarees and lacy bras. And on the otherside Mom’s calling to get her clothes or scrub her. ..With a start, I realized she had turned in her seat, was now facing me, a curious look on her face. Rather than passing her, I had simply been driving beside her in the wrong lane, fantasizing about her. I sped up quickly, swerved aggressively back into the correct lane, and tried to put some distance between her and I. I sped the rest of the way home. If I had ever dipped below 15 over the speed limit, it would come as a surprise to me. There were only a few miles left to my house when I.