"How is the old girl?" I asked."Stop calling her that...she's not much older than you," she chided.Betty had lived in the small house across the stree... from us long before we moved in. She and her husband, Phil, had told us they were the second owners and had bought it shortly after being married. Phil had passed away about five years ago and Betty had decided to stay in the house. She lived alone, as they had been unable to have children, and mostly kept to herself. She had celebrated her. The little sister has been packed off tobed an hour ago, already asleep.He enjoys these times with the family, he has grown accustomed to the empty spot in his bed since she left them, a long time ago now, he thinks, almost a year. And the girl, the delightful creature so warm and soft, so close... she has become a welcome comfort...He rustles his newspaper on the pretext of turning the page; really, he wants the girl's attention, and she does not disappoint, she turnsher head to look up at. So after there marriage when I visited there place. I recognized that my uncle was still keeping some hidden relation ship with his first love, my aunty was unaware of it. I really felt very bad about it, but could not help it . I had to keep mum. When ever I used to visit there place I used to stay there for 2 months as in India the college vacations are for 2months, I always help her in her every work. Because I respected her a lot.One after noon when she was back from her school, she called. The lewd mother flexed her anus, making her rear orifice wink at the 15-year-old boy, inviting him to do as his mother requested.Marty, in turn, was sitting back on his haunches looking at his pleading mother in front of him, looking straight at her rump, seeing the pink slit within her hairy cunt drip its delicious, fragrant juices, one drop at a time, and seeing the crack and the dark asshole between her spread butt cheeks. It looked obscene yet oddly inviting to the boy, who hadn't thought.