She shushed me. "You don't have to fuck me if you don't want to. Just...if you need to..." When does that end?" I said. "When we're married? When we'r... living across the country from each other?" Never," she whispered into my ear. "It'll be our secret. And it won't be cheating. Is it cheating when you hug me?" No," I said."When you kiss me?" Where?" This is just how we are," she said. "I don't think that's how it normally goes," I said, halfway to sleep."Will your wife ever fuck you like I. Her nipples were so long and so erect. As if she was already wondering something wild. I could literally see her tits from where I was standing. Why wasn’t she wearing a bra?And if she wasn’t, why did she bent down and not even placed her hand on her chest? She got up and placed the clip where it was supposed to be. I guess she knew what I had seen because what she said completely suggested that. She said, “Someone is wearing his undies today!” And my jaw dropped.What was that? Before I could. So I am imagining away. And mom is babbling on. When she casually rests her hand on my thigh. It was like being electrocuted. This flash of – something – went right through me, and I flinched. Mom was still talking, and hadnt noticed. And her hand felt as if it was burning my thigh. I dont even know what I was saying. Im sure, Timmy thought, his old mom had finally gone over the edge. And I guess, I have. I stormed into his room, like a Gestapo-raid. I knew that, if I stopped outside to gather. Maine unke baalo ko kheech kar unse khudko alag kiya. Aur unke chuchiyo jor se pitne laga.Maa: Aaah! Chhoro mujhe.Maine unke nighty ko faad ke jameen pe fek diya. Woh firse nangi ho gayi kyuki andar kuch bhi nahi pehna tha. Jab nangi hui phir pata nahi unhe nanga dekhkar mera saara desire kaha gayab ho gaya.Unhe nanga dekhkar mujhe kuch karneka man hi nahi hua. Maine unhe chhor diya. Aur sofe pe baith gaya. Pehli baar aisa ho raha tha. Ki main unhe nanga dekhkar thak chuka tha.Par dusri taraf.