"Son of a bitch!" I grumbled as I fought to correct my balance."What happened?" asked Lucas concerned."Nothing, I'm fine," I assured him as I turned a...ound toward the soundof his voice. As I came round to face him I saw him looking over at meas he pulled his sweat pants up, and then for a second glance down to mybare breasts. At first I was too busy thinking about almost falling onmy face but then I realized that my boobs were on show. My handsinstinctively flew up to half cup/half cover my. I wasn't BORN wanting to see my mother act like a slut but after you read my story, you'll understand WHY I do what I do!I had just started high school and both my parents worked so I was a "latch key" k** as they say. I got home every day around 4 in the afternoon and my mom usually came home around 6, followed by my dad a few minutes later. One morning, I wasn't feeling like going to school so I decided to play hooky and go back home after mom and dad had left for work. I was up in my room. Alan remarked later that one could easily imagine similar conversations taking place after a private view at a gallery exhibiting a group of new artists.Back at our rented villa on the edge of Vence, we congratulated ourselves on having had the good fortune to be invited. True, the partner Alan drew had been somewhat passive but she had encouraged him to explore all avenues, while I had been serviced by a grey-haired man of modest endowment but courteous consideration for my pleasure. And in. 2 mins later Neha aunty came into the room and placed the hot drink on the table in front of me.She looked at the TV and said to me “Why are you watching this?” I replied “I love watching it”, so she decided to leave it on. she told me to drink my coffee as it was getting cold, so I picked up the cup and started to drink it, but as I was still a little drunk I spilt some on my pants.Neha aunty quickly got a towel and started from pressing the towel against my pants, she started to press the.