I want ... a baby ... a child. I want to have a child of my ... our own."I gasped and dropped my books on the floor."Did you just say what I think you...said?" I asked, genuinely in doubt."I want to have baby, Jill. Desperately." She confirmed."Come and sit down, tell me about it," was all I could manage while I gathered my thoughts and essay."Is that all you've got to say?" She asked with a note of surprise and impatience."There's not much more I can say until you've told me what's going on," I. Again, this is a fictional story. Us din ke bad mom mujhe ‘aai-zavadya’ (Marathi word for motherfucker) bulane lagi. Aur main usko randi, chhinal, item aur bhi gande words se address karne laga.Mom ko ye sab bahot hi pasand aata tha, aur mujhe bhi. Hum log har roj phone pe bate karne lage. Apne-2 fantasies share karne lage. Agar main kisi aur ladki ke bare mein bat bhi karta to use gussa aata tha. Ek din aise hi mom-dad ghumne ke liye Pune aaye. Main mom pe bahot gussa hua aur chupke se mom ko. Like a corpse my hands stayed where they were one had held my books the other I was just to bewildered to use. After seconds that felt like hours my free hand was underneath her panties and when my finger rubbed across her clit I felt this bolt of energy. Then I panicked and stopped everything. Stuttering hard with excitement I managed to tell her I had to go to class, then I yelled "tomorrow 7pm". So tomorrow was Friday, I avoided going out of my room and took random back paths to class I felt. But for some reason I don,t know why,at school,in the showers,I,m looking at other Bois bodies & having to turn my shower to cold to stop me getting an Erection.I had my shower,& a Wank,Fingering my Bumhole,load of Cum down the shower outlet,got dressed & downstairs for my Tea,watched some tele,about 09.00pm I went up to bed,another Wank,tasting the cum on my Belly.I woke up in the morning,Mom shouting, telling me they were off to market,I got myself a shower,(Yes another Wank),I put on a pair.