. well he... let's just say I did not get. Any. Again.”“Aw honey... well, mosey on over here and when we're done we can have a chat 'bout that. Wh...ddaya say?”“That'd be hyper, Mol. Cya.”Mollyann put down the phone and went to her room. Her spandex pants and halter top was reasonably chaste (for her) but it left the square of skin around her navel bare, and at the back. She was at least still reasonably flat, and after Lily's birth ten years ago she had managed to more or less get her figure. Literally hugging me from the side.I realized that she was not a very young girl, her breasts were rubbing against my elbow. And I felt her nipples. I had a feeling she wasn’t wearing a bra. But she had a big scarf wrapped around her.We landed in Bangalore, and had to take another flight to Mumbai which was in 2 hours. I asked Maggie if she would like to have coffee, and she accepted. We went to a coffee shop inside the airport and placed our orders. Then I asked a few questions about her. She. " she said smiling."I am sorry mom" I said trying to relax her. "Lets just eat. I love your pancakes." she took a deep breath in.I poured the syrup and wiped off her nipples where a few drops had fallen. Mom sank further into her chair and lifted her right leg and placed her foot on the seat, next to her huge bottom.This was my cue. I quickly grabbed a small bowl and ducked under the table. I touched her thighs and she let them fall further apart. A familiar sight of my mother's seven inch. As you might imagine, this was horrible enough as it was. It's always horrible to have family die, it's indescribable, especially in such a senseless accident.But when you're poor it's worse. All the usual horror is there, but suddenly you also can't afford to live in the way you did before, and you need to reconcile grief with immediate material security.But it got worse. Pieces started to come together that didn't make sense until we found out that, not only did my father make far more money.