Days went by and this continued for a few days.One day, when I was taking pictures, my mobile slipped out of my hand and fell on the floor. My mom bec...me alert and I quickly ran from there. I was afraid that my mom would catch me. But she didn’t see me and I was relieved.The next day, my mom left the door slightly open and started wearing clothes. It felt like she wanted to show her body on purpose. She intentionally dropped her bra and bend to pick it up. The boobs were hanging like ripe. As we dozed off in bed an hour later I having made a mental note to ask Ann to ask the old biddy to ring regularly on Thursday evenings for her weekly chat from now on, (which would leave us to ourselves out in our wonderful dairy on Fridays) as we would be going to country dancing or platting rush mats or some other fascinating hobby on Friday`s from now on. Tomorrow we were going to the homestead, Tomorrow would be another day, in one another`s arms we gently drifted off to sleep. Saturday. ” I said as my mom finished making sandwiches for dinner. “Nope, I guess not” she replied. “Well what do you want to do tonight?” I asked. “I don’t know, I was supposed to work on a paper this weekend but with the power out I guess I’ll have to write it out by hand.” She said. I had retreated to my room I shared with my brother and relaxed at the thought of being by myself without him being there this weekend. About an hour later my mom gently knocked on my door. “I’m bored and don’t really. Mai to use ghure ja raha tha. Tabhi kuch ladke aaye mere pass kahne late mat dekh nahi patne wali. Khair waqth betata gaya air mai chupchap muh latkaye baitha tha. Achanak wo mere pass aayi main to chowk gaya. Ye kaise ho gaya for apne aap ko smbhala pucha kya kam hai.Yaar wo to pura open mainded thi sidha muh pe bol di kyun muje ghure ja rahe ho. Kabhi koi ladki nahi dekhi kya. Main bhi kaha kam tha sidha bol diya Delhi to baho par aap jaise nahi Delhi.Kahne lgi mujh me aisa kya hai jo bakiyo.