Suddenly Sushma remembered me.“Oh, I forgot. Mom, Shweta, that lady is Pratusha. Her car broke down and she came for assistance. Pratusha, these are...my Mom and sister, Shweta” she conducted introductions as if we met in normal circumstances.They talked to me casually about general topics, when suddenly all hell broke loose. Gopi, the tall mild mannered man who served water and juice, rushed from kitchen and roughly pulled up Shweta and pulled out her clothes with such frenzy, he almost tore. She somewhat leaned and peered around the shelving unit to her right. There he was, casually seated on the edge of the table with the three erotica groupies before him. She noted, he looked damned good wearing her favorite of his fedoras, charcoal gray with the red band. She watched him lay out the charm which was no tedious task because, well, he was Victor Hardway. Her eyes glanced at the three young ladies, all three were all smiles and persistently giggled up a storm. She thought to. When my age hit double digits I began menstruating and masturbating simultaneously, my mind was already interested in sex, and on that year as we set off on our long beach walk, I asked daddy, how many men she fucked each year?He was shocked, but then again I was different from most girls my age, a loner and mature, simply because I listened, and my mothers drunken rants about her need for other men, left me in no doubt, she bordered on nymphomania, something I wondered if I also had.At that. His mom paused and looked up at him. "So, it was a cat that caught your tongue. Or should I say pussy." I -," Mikey began to speak. But he found that he couldn't.Their bodies came together again. His mom's hand once again taking hold of his tumescent sex. Her lips were close to his ear. She whispered. "What you're trying to say is; I've done all that was asked of me by my father. Worked my butt off at school this past week and now I demand that I be given my reward. That's it, right?"She pulled.