You see, I was born in a really conservative district, in a reaaally conservative family. Being gay wasn't something "bad", it wasn't a thing at all, ...ot a single one was gay (or at least doors out) in my neighbourhood, so I didn't knew that was even possible to be gay until long time latter. I went to a private school, I had very well-mannered friends, everything was really tight, and formal, and clean. Puberty hits me at a very late age, in plenty of ways. I was still really ignorant of. Thankfully, she was busy arranging my laundered clothes in my wardrobe and had her back to me,“Just some college project Ammi (Mother)” I lied. I found my eyes scanning the back of my mother’s body. It was hard to believe that she had given birth to five children over 20 years of marriage. Her hair was long and silky and her body only a little more rounded then the day she had married my father. Her figure was the classic I pair shaped, wide hipped one, known to all. She was wearing a baby. Poora nichod diya usne m leta rha to wo mere bagal me aa gyi or mere badan ko shlane lgi, ab meri bari thi maine unki nipples se shuru kiya, unhe bite krna or suck krna wo machlne lgi,unhe kiss krta lips nipple pe bite kr rha tha uske mast Mast boobs ko dba rha tha or uske muh se siskiya nikal rhi thi ab m thoda or neeche aa gya, unki chut pe kitni white milki chut thi, ek bhi bal nhi freshly shaved jaise ki mere liye hi taiyar ki ho or bilkul lal fanke maine dheere se unhe khola or apni toung. There was no use holding back now. She’d already stepped into the abyss.“I was a fucktoy.”She felt Mare’s fingers stroking her hair as she relived the evenings in the library meeting room all over again. As she told Marie how Annabelle made her crawl across the floor, she felt Marie’s fingers drop to caress her breasts. Her nipples swelling and hardening as the words tumbled from her mouth.And as she finally confessed that being called a fucktoy and ordered to crawl on her knees and eat another.