Now move forward to today, thirty five years later. Mom is now seventy and moved into my house. I have a couple of friends over to watch the game and ...he wives are out for the night. We are drinking and laughing and having a great time. Mom makes an appearence, and then starts to walk away. Fred makes the comment "Your mom is pretty hot, I bet she could really fuck back in the day." Bob agrees with him. Mom turns around and says "I can still out fuck most of them, wanna try me?" Fred stands up. ”I just started crying again. Then you spanked me again. Smack!I cried out in pain. “What was that for? Why are you being so mean? I thought you would help!”“I am. But you didn’t listen to me.”“What?! What are you talking about?“I said you should thank me for not being worse.”‘Oh shit. Thats how this is gonna be?’ I thought.“Thank you for not being worse.”“What did you forget?”‘I don’t fucking know. Wait, what do I call her?’“Thank you mistress.”“Good girl. Now get on your hands and knees in. It was dull, with bits of wood, some metal and an egg. Yes, I did say an egg. ‘This, my stockinged friend, is called “Reflective Mood.” Now, to my untutored eye it has rather the appearance of something my sister Cassandra….’ ‘The second “a” like the ahhhh I emitted a little earier?’ ‘Your memory is a constant delight to me.’ She grinned and her hand twanged a suspender through the blue silk of my frock. ‘It looks like something one might have found after one of her parties. She was known for. Usne ab ek saath do ungli daal kar gaand ka ched failane lagi. Mai tadap utha. Didi berehmi se gand ka faak faila rahi thi aur hans rahi thi. Phir usne gaand ke ched me thuk maari.Didi – Madharchod, puri neend kharab kar di. lund baad me chuswata bhadwa. Ab yeh le mazaMe – Didi maaf kar do, ungli nikalo na. gaand phat jayega.Didi kisi bhi rehem ke mood me nahi thi. Woh ab char ungli daal kar ched failane lagi. Mujhe din me taare dikh rahe the. Zor se chilla bhi nahi sakta tha, warna papa aur.