I tried to call out to my … I tried to call out … I tried to call … I tried … ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** There was a wet cloth on my lips. A few ...rops of water dripping into the back of my throat. I wanted to drink the Nile River dry and I received tiny drops. But oh, those few drops were a blessing I would have wept for, if I had the tears to weep. I was so thirsty. ‘How can I be thirsty if I’m dead?’ I thought. ‘If I’m thirsty I must be alive, yes?’ I opened my eyes to find that I was in fact in. After that instance I couldn’t meet her often that too in privacy.Instance 2: There lived a neighbor beside our new rented house who were a couple with 2 kids. They actually hail from our native village and my age was like 12 so I used to play with their kids. Her husband was always a doubt minded. he used to doubt her wife with some in the locality but he was a horny guy.I at that time was in the verge of knowing more about sex I used to read story books and watch blue film in CD in friend’s. “Oh fuck,” muttered my mother, both knees supporting her by then. “That’s deep.”My hands went to her waist and then up to her breasts. I mauled her tits, growling with lust.“Let mummy do it,” my mother murmured when she started to move. “I’ll take care of it, sweetie.”Her previous men were still in my mind as I squeezed at her breasts. “Nobody else, mum,” I said on a groan. “Don’t talk about them. This is for us.”My mother held me inside her body, squeezing my shaft with her sex, a soft smile. I would smell her handbag and lick it over the straps because it touches her armpits. My notable achievements in this regard include a kiss on my cheek, and her hand on my crotch, unintentional though. Once she accidentally left her nightie in my house, because both she and mom wore mom’s sarees and went shopping. That night was my biggest feast.I slept naked on her nightie, licking all over the parts that touched her boobs, navel, and armpits. She has a heavenly fragrance under her arms. I.