This story is about my mother who is 50 years old now and was 44 then. She is a normal Maharashtrian lady with a plump body now though she was thin an... agile when I was small. She is a loyal lady. Let’s say that for the time being. I have no idea about her stats. She looks a bit young for her age and that is hereditary because even I look 16 when I am 22. It was the rainy season of 2010 when our friends from Abu Dhabi were visiting India. They were on a holiday. They were two families viz. Someone is trying to comfort me, I think. Again, I heard her say, very calmingly, ‘This is something that just can't be understood.’ Although this time I could tell it was a woman in my dream.”The house watched over the couple as the went back to sleep, and it noticed the presence carefully watching them as well. It watched them the next morning as they packed a day pack after breakfast and headed out through the meadow of wildflowers into the nature preserve. They picked up the trail through. Girard lay down on the floor mat and soon fell asleep, but much later was awakened by a finger prodding his shoulder. “Good morning, lazy one,” said Willa. “Mother must have worn you out; you slept all night.” Girard sat up, trying not to stare at his captor’s naked body. He could smell her sex from where she stood. “Your Mother is a very passionate woman, and she knows how to take her pleasure from a man,” he said. “She has always shown a strange fascination for a male’s seed,” Willa. My hands shaking, face bright red, thinking it cannot get any worse; I drop my panties in the bag. He steps back, asks me to look in the camera, and takes a picture. I look at the camera, looking displeased, as he takes more pictures. ?Spread your legs? he sternly orders. ?Spread? But why? I say, my voice shaking. Scared, of been sexually violated, knowing that I cannot complain to anyone. ?Now!? he orders, ?I will not ask again?. Slowly, I shuffle my legs apart, still wearing my platform high.