Ab ghar main kewal main aur meri souteli maa rahate the. Meri souteli maa ko main maa kahakar bulata tha. Ghar ka eklota beta hone se main maa muze ba...ut pyar karti thi. Yeh hadasa karib ek mahine pahele ka hain. Meri maa thodi moti aur savanli hain our uski umar 31 saal ki hain. Uski chutar kafi moti hain vo jab chalti hain to uski chootar hilti hain uske boobs bhi bade bade hain. Maine kai bar unko nahate huye unki boobs dekha tha. Pitaji ke dehant ke baad hum maa bete hi ghar main rahate the. Behind him, a pink wisp zipped across the sky.* * * * *Stan sighed as he stood at the sink, mindlessly cleaning the dishes. Heglanced at the clock. Not long now. Not long before his son came throughthe door, eyes red and cheeks wet after another day of bullying.He couldn't stand it. Nothing hurt him more than seeing Ted like that.He'd tried speaking to school, but nothing came of it. He tried speakingto the other kid's parents, but they didn't care. He even tried walkinghis son home from. ..” She frowned. I didn’t really think about what I could do... “But on the other hand, it’s your mom, right?” he said. “So you’d have to imagine that if she is affected by something like this, she’d have taken some kind of precaution or have some way of getting out of it, wouldn’t you?”“Maybe?” she gave him a confused look. “You sound pretty sure she’d have that kind of contingency plan.”“Alright, if you don’t believe it, trust me when I say that I’m positive she would. And you do trust me. This reminded that our breakfast had interrupted an interesting interlude this morning, and that the juices were starting to back up since last night.“Ready?” she asked perkily.I rose and came over to her. She handed me her bag, which I tossed onto the chair. Turning her to face the mirror over the bureau, I said, “Not quite,” then I pulled her skirt up from behind and pushed her plain cotton panties down past her hips. “We never finished something this morning,” I announced.Maddy tried to.