I’m close to 30 now and will have my MBA in just a few months. There was a rough patch for a few years after mom, I call her Carol because she was n...ver really a mom, took everything we had and left us penniless. Dad was destroyed. She cleaned the bank account and left us with nothing but her debt. That was over 15 yrs ago and we’ve finally recovered. I worked full time to pay for school because pops couldn’t afford to send me. This was fine because I have always wanted to make my own way. That evening before leaving, mom called me to her room and asked me to treat Hema like a sister. She gave me a long lecture on discipline and how I should conduct myself in her absence.She also gave me some money and asked me to take Hema to the nearby garment market in the evening so that she could buy herself some clothes. I went to see her off at the station and only returned at around 6.30pm. Hema opened the door, she must have been told in advance for she appeared ready to go.We took an. I asked to see her boobs. She pulled them out as we were laying on the beach and they fell down into her armpits and got up and gave them a little jingle with her hands. I just noticed I was full erection in long gym shorts."Truth or dare." She asked. Figured it was my time to show it but instead she asked me to kiss her. Thats about when the game stopped and it turned into a petting session with lots of kissing. I got to feel her giantt boobs and she grabbed at my cock and complimented on. That is how I thought of my wife, not by her name or as my wife but “nagging bitch.” How else can you describe a person who, whenever she got tired of housework or whatever, checked herself into a psych ward for a month or so and left me to take care of the girls and run my TV repair shop?Brandy was seven and Kate was six when the first sex episode happened. “Is Mom in the nut house again?” Brandy asked. “Honey,” I tried to correct her, “Mommy is in a hospital. She has problems.” I always tried.