”mom blushed and said-“so you mean that i was not beautiful before.”i started stammering for a reply. She asked shyly-“why you are not facing ...owards tv, i am changing saree here.”I didn’t know how i was getting more attracted towards my own beloved mom. Days passed by and now i was absolute mad to fuck my mom.now nobody is here to prevent me.i am the only man in home.i am the protector of this home and my mom.i gave all the liberty and happiness to mom.for her i fought with dad.so what will go. The skin of her chest above her slip was so soft, her perfume was so wonderful. He felt light headed again. The prom was on a Saturday night. They were supposed to sit together in church on Sunday morning but he begged off: picnic for the football team. The summer came and they saw very little of each other and exchanged even fewer words. There were none of the wonderful feelings he felt for her though she still had feelings for him. It was clearly his stupid loss. He felt there was something. Each log was machine to fit into its own place."Have you machined these logs Alex? The look very round, surely they don't grow like that." No Jim, we have a contract with a plywood manufacturer. When they cut the veneers for the plywood they have a machine that works like a pencil sharpener. The log is spun against a knife and the veneer is peeledoff, when it gets to the size that our logs are it become unpractical to continue, so we have nice smooth round logs."The first thing Alex did was to. He then presented us with four cashier's checks. We all just sat there with big grins on our faces. The trip back home was cheerful and talkative.The next big milestone in my life was seeing the three girls graduate from high school with honors. I decided to take Grace and the three girls out on the town to celebrate their victories. Dinner and dancing was a fitting end to a lot of work over the years. Grace and I continued to grow closer and closer to each other. The girls, mine and her's,.