It was more like talking to a friend than an aunty. And I was relieved she wasn’t angry about me checking her out or that she didn’t remember it.T...at weekend I was sitting in the tiny park our society had, reading a novel when suddenly someone said, “Sidney Sheldon? Interesting choice of books.”I looked up and it was Megha aunty with her dog. She sat down, panting. “Just something to kill time,” I said, smiling.I played with her dog, and we just started talking, about random things. It was just. She tried to imagine what it would be like to fuck her nephew, with her son. She blushed. For a woman that didn’t have much use for fucking a few weeks earlier, she was becoming very wanton, she thought. She peeked into the kitchen, out of sight. Her son was sitting on the floor, her dress pulled into his lap, and Keith was in a chair at the table. She glanced at her nephew’s pants, but didn’t see what she expected to see-a hard-on.She heard a door slam.Frantically she looked over her shoulder. Esha: He is dark and tall. Is he from Bihar?Tanya: Yes, why?Esha: Oh, I have heard about these workers from Bihar. Tall, dark and strong. I heard they pump you real hard till you scream like crazy.Tanya: Really, Esha, you think I will be doing that?Priyanka: Well, Tanya, it happens.While Tanya’s friends teased her, Tanya looked toward Raju and checked him out for the first time. His broad shoulder, his hairy chest and those well-defined thighs and legs. Tanya was interrupted, and her friends. Julie yawned as I unlocked the door, the two of us walking inside – Mom was nowhere to be seen, which was odd. Shouldn’t she be home by now? Just as I saw down at the kitchen table, Julie’s cell phone began to play some random ringtone – I couldn’t recognize the song.“Hello? Oh, hey. Okay … When? Okay. Bye.”I smirked as she walked into the kitchen.“Wow, what a riveting conversation. I hope no one’s died.” I said. She bopped my head as she walked past me, opening the refrigerator.“That was Mom,.