This episode is a prelude to the one in which I am involved. But this one happened in a town in Kerala. An incest sex between a 41-year-old mom and he... 19-year-old son, Revathi and Vishal.Jumping the gun, let me tell you that the relationship between this mother and son involves a bit of cheating. Revathi was an ordinary housewife, or that was what Vishal believed her to be.His dad worked overseas and his visits were limited to once or twice a year. Meanwhile, Vishal smelt something fishy in. So, I cannot tell her name.Let’s start with the story. I felt very desperate for the sex one day after reading some stories on this site. Since I do not feel safe in approaching call girls or prostitutes, usually I would just jerk off at night after watching some porns. But soon I started hating that routine. It only made me look like a loser. I wanted to do something in reality. Or at least in a virtual world involving some real girl. After thinking about it for a while, I wanted to do sex. The way the subsidy worked was they furnished the manpower and machines and I bought the trees and flower seed. What the fuck, I thought and answered the letter in the affirmative. I promptly forgot it.The main reason I forget it was the garage/junk yard call with the news on the Toyota. "So Tim what's verdict," I asked after some small talk."It's worse than we first thought. Some how the starter locked and shorted out the wiring. Didn't you smell the computer burn up?" he asked."There was no. ’ ‘I’ll remember that and lay under you like a dead body.’ ‘Necrophilia…now I haven’t tried that yet….could be a new turn on.’ ‘Is there nothing sick you won’t try?’ ‘Not really….just remember you belong to me now….but your usefulness to me depends on your ability to wind up Patrick…behave and do as you’re told or Patrick gets cut up.’ ‘You bastard!’ ‘So you keep reminding me….’ * Jerry drove the removal van to a side road not far from the prison and went back to take the first of the bikes.