Lets go now. We are late”, she said and took me downstairs where everyone was waiting to go the temple.“So how do you like the place?”, Renu ask...d me. “Its too good. Its so beautiful in here and very silent too”. “I knew that you would like it here”. We sitting on the banks of a river, splashing our feet in the water. I had my hair nicely pleated on my back. I was dressed in a traditional dress, a magenta colored blouse with golden colored borders and a matching ankle length skirt. I was also. She turned and looked shockingly at the bulge growing in my shorts. “You got a boner from your Mom’s ass,” I screamed in my head, “What kind of pervert are you!?” The more I contemplated the less I was surprised by what happened though. I mean, my Mom was damn fine for her age and could really fill out a pair of jeans. We used to work in the garden together and I would get spectacular views as she bent over to pick vegetables. I tried to suppress it as a high-schooler, but I would at times. I was moved back over to thebondage horse, stretched out face down, my ankle cuffs secured to the horses legs. My head was hanging over the front end of the padded bench, and my wrist cuffs were attached to the front legs. There seemed to be some careful adjustment of my position as the horse was moved with me on it, then my blindfold was removed! The room was dark except for the bright light from a large television screen right in front of my head. The TV had a what appeared to be a homemade. We use to share each and everything. Her figure is 38-30-36. Her hair black in color and length above her butts. She was fair in complexion. We use to go for movies and shopping together. We never used to quarrel with each other as most of brothers and sisters do. She uses to wear all types of dresses except sarees. At nights she uses to wear shorts and t-shirts. We use to sleep in the same room on the double cot bed. Any one from outside who does know about us will think that we are best.