”“We’ll come back to that in a moment, but I want to ask you about what you said about not seeing you as her husband.”“I think, once I told ...er I was going to get engaged, something she said she expected, it kind of put the final point on something she’d concluded - she couldn’t be my wife, even if she was past her mental block, because she was too emotionally fragile. She didn’t say it, but in a sense she realized the same thing Tasha did - I can’t provide the kind of emotional support. For obvious reasons, but I convinced them to let me start the sixth grade.Now, unlike most 12 year old girls, I wasnt worried about puberty, it came at me like a nuclear bomb.My chest size was 36E, I had to wear a special sports bra just to go to school.I wasnt fat, on the contrary, not including my massive breasts, I looked like any other 12 year old girls, long brown hair tied into pig tails, thin little body, very little curve to my hips at all, my legs werent the stuff you see in magazines. “DAMMIT! Why the Hell did I drink so much last night?” he asked himself as he wobbled his way to the bathroom.As he staggered through the hallway, he caught a whiff of the familiar scent of bacon frying in a pan. This didn’t strike him as odd until he stepped up to the toilet and started relieving himself.“Who the fuck is cooking?” he asked, turning towards the door as if the cook was right next to him. The sound of urine hitting the wall and floor refocused him.After cursing himself for making. My search took me out to the front lawn. There was mom, humping Arun. He was lying on the grass floor and mom was riding him. He was fucking her hard and she was moaning loudly.On the driveway, many more men were standing to have an opportunity to fuck mom. All were stroking their dicks. From that day onwards, this became normal. Men would come into our house and fuck mom as much as they wanted and dad and bhaiya never returned.**End of Nisha’s description**“What happened to dad and Harsh (my.