I have a theory which is that our only reason for our being here is to breed, to reproduce, to carry on our species. Not just us, but every other orga...ism on the planet from a bacterium to a blue whale. You, I have little doubt, will tell me that I am wrong and that man is destined for higher things, to sing and dance, to write books and poetry, to paint, to praise his Maker ... utter bollocks. The more you read about the people who do those things, the artists the writers the drama queens, the. . Aahhaaa.. oohhh..Yeahhhhh. It was kinky stuff. So, here is how it began.One day mom was not home. I was watching porn and Sanjeev (the helper) came, and he saw me jerking off. I was watching a video titled, “WATCHING MY MOM GETTING FUCKED.”He came to me and laughed, “Kya yaar kab milega aisa mauka jab teri maa mere laude pe ho aur isse machlaa dun main.”I got very angry at him, but then he made me calm and told me he has a dream. He has seen me jerking off on his wife’s and my mom’s panty. He. "Russell," I managed to say his name all breathy and strangled. My voicejust didn't seem like me to my own ears. Russell stood up over my pulsating body. My heart double-clutched as hesank into me. One smooth stroke and he was deep inside me with that big cock of his, moving. His movement was the torturous part as I clenched and writhed somewhere between pleasure and pain, trying to hold on but wanting to let go. He moved high and hard in me, each thrust a blissful agony. I felt myhips lurch up. ”“It’s okay to wear sexy dresses around your family, isn’t it?”“Yes.”“You don’t find your family sexy, do you?”“No.”“So your family mustn’t find you sexy either, right?”“No.”That was a new one. Mom had noticed me checking out her stockings once—I’d managed to avoid leering as my sister basically showed me a tit, but I hadn’t been able to avoid checking out Mom’s stockinged legs.And so, somewhat counterproductively, I’d brought her some science showing that people don’t find their own family.