It all started out in the summer of 87 I was 17 lost and looking for a job. My mum who knew I was going to be a soft boy, I mean I was still sucking m... thumb and had been caught many times in my sisters clothes from knickers to dress's, my mum would just smile and tell me she loved me. My Father had taken to the way of just ignoring me.Then one day my mother came into my bedroom, I was in my sisters underwear masturbating over pornographic pictures of naked men, my mother told me to stop, told. When she shared things with me I suggested her not to marry to that person as she don’t like her would be in law and she cannot ask her boyfriend to leave his parents, reason behind suggesting her to not to marry with that guy because she don’t have right to part son and mother and she cannot not live in joint family. We started sharing out problems with each other and never knew that we are too close to each other that we cannot live talking with each other. After so many of years I feeling. It was very frustrating at times because the women I was fantasizing about lived in the neighborhood, and were all seemed sexually satisfied, where there did not seem a chance for me to be invited by them to be there lover. I was desperate to lose my virginity, and yet the only holes I was entering were in my dreams. I was a king without a conquered woman.There was this one lady, who lived next door. She was voluptuous and had all the inviting looks. She had a nice pair of tits, and a well. ”“Hours past. I had no clue how long I had been out, how much time had passed, but finally, the door opened and two figures walked into the room. They both had ski masks on. The stood on either side of me forever without saying a thing.--You are locked in here and can’t leave. You can scream all you want but no one will hear you. We are your mother, your father, your masters from now on, you understand? Do you understand?—I didn’t respond fast enough, and he snapped a leather belt across my.