But regardless of that, I had become a man when I was in college which started in the fall of 1995 when I was at the tender age of 18.When 2000 rolled...around of course I was excited for the new year that was coming. As part of the preparations I'd paid $85 per ticket, buying 2 tickets to the 'Y2K' rollover party at "Cavanaugh's," at a local bar and one I used to frequent in my younger days.Things started swimmingly around 8 pm (I made sure to show up fashionably late) and we started drinking. Ah Sunita, ah..ah Sunita, I want to fuck your ass bitch. I want to suck your boobs.”My heart was beating fast at that time. I didn’t feel any guilt. I think the naughty devil in me woke up that day. I masturbated 10 times, thinking of my mom.From that day, I started seeing my mom as a wife, not as a mom. I started rubbing my hands on mom’s ass feeling the gap between her ass, and smell her underwear, and do all nasty stuff.My first semester arrived. I didn’t get time to see mom’s assets at that. "Those look just like mine," she said as the woman on the screen wasdressed in much the same bra and panties I had seen Sara in earlier."Don't you think?" Sara questioned. "You know the ones you seen me inbefore." I agreed as my face must have lit up. "Yah I saw you at thedoor there. I was just getting ready to go to the club." With marblesstill in my mouth I didn't know what to say. But before I could evenget a word out Sara stood up. "I'll be right back," she said as she made her way. I shut the door and took a few steps back. “Here, let me grab you a towel.” Look at you, Mr. Hero. I tiptoe to my room, still in quiet mode for whatever reason, and snatched a towel from the clean pile of clothes on my floor. Note to self, don’t let her in your room for multiple reasons. When I came back she was shivering, her short dark hair in strings down her face and neck, her mascara running, lipstick faded. I could tell past the smeared makeup she was actually quite pretty. Her arms were.