I felt her lips move against mine as she said “You are my little whore Joyce. Mine and nobody else you hear?” Her words triggered something in me...because the next thing I knew I was all over her. My hands sought flesh and my lips left wet trails down her neck. She backed us up to the couch, still in control despite my ferocity. I was all hands and teeth and tongue our clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor. Jennifer arched up off the couch and her voice rang out into the air, clear and. Its a real story and it is about fucking my friend’s mother. It took place in mumbai. My friend’s mom was 48 and she was a beautiful woman, fair skin, big round boobs and over all bulky fleshy buttocks. Jab jab main unhe dekh tat ha mere lund khada ho jata tha. Unki naam tha shukla. Shje was a bengali lady. Who jab jab chalti thi uski gund itna hilta tha ki mujhe mann karta tha ki who hilte huye gund ke bich apna lund ko rub karte rahoon. Main to apni dost ki baap ko envy karta tha ke kitne. I’m quite capable of driving my own car to my own home, now shut your mouth and get in that bloody seat!’ Helen could see the other guests starting to leave and she did not want a blazing row in front of them and so complied to her overbearing husbands drunken wish. Arthur started the car, stalled it, then set off to a rather jerky journey home. Along the motorway Arthur pressed his foot down hard on the accelerator, the ‘cats eyes’ in the road shot past alarmingly fast. Helen’s hands were. I could smoke if I wanted to (no thanks), legally ride a motor bike, drink beer, wine or cider with a table meal in a pub or restaurant, get married (with my parents’ consent) and (fanfare please) give my consent to sex.Cal and I had put all the fuss and fear of the previous year behind us, we’d got back from LA in early January, she was seeing a therapist regularly to work through her issues, and we’d even managed to get together once with Charlie, who’d flown over to England for a court.