Chapter 2

I was irritated, annoyed, and humiliated. The next few days were spent thinking about how I could salvage my token from that horrible experience. I was so mad that I wanted to leave a bad review of the cam girl.

But bygones be bygones. My tokens were gone and now I felt like I would never do such shit again.

I felt myself return to normal once again. Work continued as per normal and nights at home were much more mellow. Everytime I felt horny, I got down to business with a porno on my phone. I had no intention of wasting money again. Or so I thought.

Six weeks passed when one day I returned early. I was tired and really needed some sleep. So, I decided to take a quick nap at five in the evening. I fell asleep as soon as laid down and finally felt some peace.

But then, something happened. Everything is a blur to me now, but there was no doubt about who I saw in my dream. I remember very little of it but the feel persists to this day. I remembered her, the thin legs and hand, the wrinkled skin, the loosely tied saree, and the worn out hair. No this wasn’t IndianKaju. It was mom. Only this time she was a lot closer to me that I had ever been. Mom and I had a very normal relationship. I never once had felt any feelings for her in any other way. But no one can tell what your dreams show you. Today they decided to me a deep secret I must have hidden in my heart.

I got closer to her, her expression turned tense. My hand reached out grabbing hold off her shoulder. She pushed me away with both her arms, but I resisted. I pulled myself in, pressing my lips forcefully against her. She resisted. I felt our skin touch, her breasts pushed against my chest. And then ... I woke up.

My heart beating against my chest and sweat pouring down my forehead. I felt weird. I wanted it badly but also didn’t at the same time. I laid on the bed, trying to wonder what I just saw. My own mom. Do I lust for her? No. I lust for hot older women. Mom is not hot. When I thought about her, I felt nothing. I didn’t feel an ounce of lust like I did in the dream.

It was clearly evident that the frustration was slowly building inside me. Despite the regular sessions of porn, my hunger was not satiated and now it had manifested as a horrible dream about my own mother. I felt awful. But I was also horny. Like never before.

I didn’t move from bed and began to think about going online again. I got my salary and had cash to spend. But it felt awful as always to spending cash on sex like this. I always felt that but it never stopped me before, nor did it stop me now. I was insatiable.

I looked at the clock, it was close to six thirty. I tried to convince myself otherwise but it didn’t work. Jumping out of bed, I quickly hoped out for a quick walk. However, this time I walked straight to the nearest shop. Grabbing onto a bottle of beer, I returned home for another night of fun time.

On reaching home, I quickly ripped open the cap and took my first ever shot of beer and I hated how it tasted. So much so, I have forgotten how it tastes. I always heard that beer is terrible and that day, I saw why. I regretted my purchase but I had to make due. I put the alcohol on the table and got to down stripping myself. A thin mirror was stuck to the door of the cupboard. I looked at the sorry figure I saw in the mirror. God had done me dirty. I lacked a good figure through and through. My face looked like that of a forty year old, my hands and legs thin as a stick, my shoulders bowed and even my cock made women laugh. I sighed dully before getting to business.

I opened up my laptop and quickly got onto the site. Logging in, I saw that the balance was at zero. I remained unfazed. I began searching for a good model to start my session with. There were a few models who I had favorited but all of them were offline. So, I began to search for someone new.

I do not remember why, but none of the models made me feel anything. The very few who did were way out of my budget. I was never going to spend 5 token a minute which would get me a total of 10 minutes. I would much rather spend 1 token on a uglier model and enjoy 50 minutes.

I searched and searched but found none. Although I was upset i couldn’t find anyone, I was a little happy that I was save money. That was until the woman appeared on my screen. IndianKaju.

My heart skipped a beat looking her face. It began to flutter asking to try once again. But why? I hated my first experience. She was rude and down right abusive. Yet, I wanted to do it again. I took another shot of the drink and considered once again. My heart began to ache now. I wanted to get naked in front of her again.