It was enough.The sorrowful son of a mathematicianMy father got a doctorate of mathematics at a large mid-western university, where he met mom who was...studying chemistry and got her bachelor's of science degree. Like the boy in that tale of Asimov, I also had a sister. Basic nuclear family in the atomic age. Intellectual genes perhaps, but in the Junior year of High School I was flunking Algebra II. I had gotten C's in Algebra I, and B's and A's in Geometry the year before, but I was not having. Slowly interest turned towards girls and aunties whenever I go our I looked for the ladies buttocks and their boobs. I got attracted towards my mother and the neighbor aunty I slowly developed an idea mother and the aunty must be lesbians and if I join them it will be heaven. One day I was leaving for the college meenakshi aunty was standing at her door step I looked at her and smiled and leaving. She suddenly called me as if she remembered something.“Kavitha can you come here for a. Jab un 3 ne lauda nikal liya toh uska muh unke cum se bhar gaya….Bechari pe gai aur upar uthi toh mujhe dekh liya….Mein besharam ki tarah dekhe jara….Usne smile di aur daye hath se hi kaha…Main bhi hi kiya….Par un ladko ki wajah se unse age koi ishara nahi kiya…..Par sali thi maal…..Chodne se bhi na mite mann ki pyaas Us kudi ko raat mein ghumta dikhai diya…Woh neeche aayi aur hum dono ek dusre ko hi kaha….Waise usne suit pehna tha aur mast dikh rahi thi…..Mere toh lauda tan gaya….Usne apna. "So did I," Michael replied, being honest only in regards to the latersection.* * * * *When Michael returned home, his mother told him that he needed to spendsome time practicing putting on his make up. She handed him her tabletand told him that she had bookmarked a couple of online tutorials. Usingher vanity he got working on the task, calling her in to check up on thecompleted looks that he managed. He even tried to replicate a couple ofthe magazine styles from memory, but one was not.