Until I was about 18 I had never seriously considered having sexual relations with my mum. It had crossed my mind from time to time, but I ignored it ...ecause I suppose I thought it would be wrong. I used to regularly go to nightclubs even from the age of 16 and sleep with a few girls now and then. I had a few girlfriends too. My mum had been single since she broke up with my dad during her pregnancy with me. When I was 19 I was accepted into university. My mum was pleased, but was very upset. She did not resist me. Meena could feel a tingle in body as her own hands were caressing her breast over the silky sexy red lacy bra. I brushed my hands lightly along with her hands over her breasts. Meena sensed her nipples getting hard and her thighs getting tense. I brought her hands on her side and said “Do not feel shy in front of me. Try to enjoy every moment”. Meena could not gather courage to tell me that though she was feeling shy, she was enjoying every moment and wanted more from me.. Though she was sure she’d been crying for five minutes at the least, her eyes were not bloodshot. Making sure the tear tracks weren’t visible, she looked into the mirror to study her appearance. The gold fleck in her big brown eyes had dulled. Her usually vivid brown skin was ashen with fear. Her fluid, long curls were matted from when she’d dozed. She looked a wreck. Pulling the damp curls into a messy ponytail, she felt the blood rush into her face at the thought of looking such a mess in. "No need to yell lad I'm sitting right here." Was the voice I heard and sure enough when I turned around he was sitting in one of the chairs drinking tea.I looked at him but couldn't really describe him and before I could ask he said "Yes that's right I'm God and you're dead. Why don't you take a seat so we can chat a bit." Looking at the room again and back to the empty chair I decided to do as he said and take a seat since I obviously wasn't going anywhere else."I am very sorry for what.