So, here is how it began.One day mom was not home. I was watching porn and Sanjeev (the helper) came, and he saw me jerking off. I was watching a vide...o titled, “WATCHING MY MOM GETTING FUCKED.”He came to me and laughed, “Kya yaar kab milega aisa mauka jab teri maa mere laude pe ho aur isse machlaa dun main.”I got very angry at him, but then he made me calm and told me he has a dream. He has seen me jerking off on his wife’s and my mom’s panty. He told me if I allow him to fuck my mom, he will. She also mentioned frustration about how her hormones were causing spikes of arousal only slightly less frequent than her need to pee. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d wished she’d let him help her with that. Knowing that people would be wondering where he’d gone before long, he reluctantly closed the email, gave his erection a squeeze, and stood up to put his mind on something else before walking back out to the yard. He was milling about near the door, looking at some family photos. ’ ‘Maybe he was a seeker after pussy,’ I wanted to say, but I kept this thought to myself. The events of the last few days made it clear to me that it had been Uncle Albert’s driving passion to complete the project he called FUCK and unleash himself on the unsuspecting ‘young ladies’ of London, only for a casual accident to cut him down when on the brink of success. For him, it was an incredible tragedy, but for London’s young womanhood, I could not but reflect, a lucky escape. The mind boggled. He never should have signed the contract. A modeling career--hell, evena career in television or film--wasn't worth the pain and thehumiliation he'd already endured, and, even if it was, he wasn't surethat he could handle any more punishment.His heart, like his cock and balls, however, disagreed with his brain.Just as Daphne believed, on a level much deeper than rationality, hefound that he was excited by being dominated by a woman and that heactually enjoyed being humiliated and spanked and.