More filthy stuff that could satisfy my insane craving for having my mom objectified. I wanted to control her humiliation.That is when I realized the ...ower of my mind and my skills. I had created many simulation programs as college projects, and I decided to develop a ‘Sex Simulator’.To start with, I had to make a model of my mom. I uploaded a picture of my mom in a red saree, as a base for the same. I added my collection of porn videos to the program database. It was around 5 TB of space. I. "It was your fault". The one making the accusations which were totally wrong was a reasonable attractive woman, maybe late thirties, early forties but certainly well built in the tit area.The police and the fire brigade arrived because of the leaking fuel. As both occupants were physically unhurt there was no ambulance. As a direct witness he gave a full account of how the woman had ran the red light and hit the oncoming driver and that her accusations about it being the other drivers fault was. Surely I'd been inclined to obey her as well. Why else would I whore?I sat poised between two compulsions.But one compulsion was touching me in delightful ways. The other watched with his fat face and obscured eyes."You have to obey me," he said."Nah, stay sweetie, let's kiss."She gave me kisses. And I thought, about her – and how my heart raced from each touch. But she was so cruel to me, made me do so many awful things. How many more disgusting men must I fuck? How many more screws in the. I always tried to give as well as I got. It was rare that a woman left my bed unsatisfied.After Cherie and I split, I hit a dry period. I got as horny as I ever did whenever I was without sex, but I opted not to take advantage of several opportunities to get laid. I realized that I wanted more. It wasn't so much that I wanted to fall in love so much as that I'd had enough of the 'same old, same old'. I didn't want to remarry. But -- this was the early '90's -- I also didn't want to risk unsafe.