Slow descent

Yash is filled with joy since our school finally decided to give us summer holidays. Till 10th grade, life was going peacefully since we were "kids" but as soon as we step into late teenage, they don't consider us human beings anymore. Our juniors got their holidays two weeks back, only we were forced to come to school in 50 degrees Celsius. Suddenly our principal's mind changed, and she decided to give us holidays too. 

But what is the point of holidays? We have a shit ton of assignments to do, the temperature outside won't let us go out, and by going out I remember – we have nobody to go out with. 

As I was stating these points, Amardeep started to scold me - "Why are you always so negative?" 

He's not wrong, I am a negative person. All these years, I never found happiness in anything. Amardeep continued, "Who says there's nothing to do? My birthday is this month. So, after that I can legally watch porn!" 

His first priority is that - being able to watch porn, which he does anyways. He thinks porn can give him pleasure, as I thought. I won't lie, it gave me pleasure and satisfaction, but for a short time. Now, it's like a drug to me. I can't even sleep a single night without masturbating. Day after day, I'm turning into a miserable guy. 

Yash suddenly took me out of my introspection by screaming - "Yesterday was your birthday, right?" 

I was too shocked to utter something. Yash didn't wait for me to speak and continued shouting - "Motherfucker, you forgot your birthday!" 

I, stuttering - "Ye...yeah", with no idea of what to say. Yash is not letting me go - "So when are you throwing a party?" 

"Well, I already missed my birthday, so what's the use of party? I'll celebrate it next year, okay?", a genius move. "How can you miss your eighteenth birthday?" "I guess I couldn't do anything." "But it's an importa- 

And Yash was not going to stop. I am going to end this conversation, "You know what, I'm very tired so let's leave." 

I sit on Amardeep's scooty and with half-assed hands waving and head nodding, I bid a goodbye to Yash. That guy is always filled with energy and talks childlike things even if he is older than me. 

I mean, I have known him since we were kids, he was pampered by his parents, rich parents, who got him everything he wanted. That's why he has a snobby but whining attitude. 

Right in front of me is Amardeep Singh, he is my neighbor. His father is friends with my father and that's how I met him. He is a cool guy and not to mention, he is also my ride to school. 

And I realize I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Ishaan Verma, now age 18, student of Prem Singh Public School. But that's just what's written on my identity card, not who I actually am. I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo, and I didn't forget my birthday. My family celebrated it, but I was already transformed into a sick perverted creep. 

I didn't want to celebrate my birthday because I really get upset with the fact that I am growing up, leaving my childhood and marching towards death. Still, my mother arranged a private party just for our family. Just for her, I wore the new shirt she gave me and sat in the dining area, in front of an ice-cream cake. Even though I hate the existence of ice-cream cake, just for the sake of keeping my mother happy, I appreciated the cake. It was such a beautiful party but for the first time, I felt differently about my mother. 

Nisha Verma, a dedicated housewife who does best for our family. She is overprotective of me, her only son, which sometimes bothers me, but that doesn't mean I don't love her. But yesterday, when she wore a saree, the transparent one, something sparked inside me. I could see her blouse which was trying its best to hide her breasts. The transparency of her saree was showing her juicy midriff, which is a result for her Yoga classes. It's not like I never admired my mother's body, but for the first time her curves were making my blood flow crazy. She bent to light the candles on the cake. Her saree slipped a little, making the cleavage more visible. 

I couldn't help myself; my eyes automatically focused on the deep valley between her breasts, her tits were getting squished by her tight blouse. I immediately got an erection as she started to sing for me. She stood up, adjusting her saree, while I was too overwhelmed by the memory that I forgot to blow the candles out. 

Even though the boner got flaccid after I started to cut the stupid ice-cream cake, but I was worried. Before going to sleep, I started to do my usual masturbation routine. I put on some video of some girl fucking two guys, pulling out my cock. This time, as I was stroking my junk, I was getting flashes of my mother's cleavage. I couldn't help it but ejaculated to the imagination of shoving my cock in between her tits, getting squished by her blouse, thinking about how fucked up my brain has become. 

What kind of son does that to his own mother? But deep in my heart I knew, whatever happened till now was just the prologue, the real fucked up shit begins now.