She said, “Kya usme kuch zyaada nahi dikhta?” I said, “Mast lagta hai woh tum pe!”Manoj was a bit taken aback as this dress of Sunita was a bi... too modern and revealing. Her boobs were more exposed and jiggling. Obviously, she didn’t wear anything within both on top and bottom. We sat in the hall and made small talk. She sat opposite to Manoj and was flashing her thighs, flirting with him.She smiled or laughed whenever he checked out her legs or had a glimpse of her boobs. Now she served us. We would visit this each summer for 6 weeks. My Dad would stay for 2 then have to go back to England to work. This left me, my mum and younger brother alone for 4 weeks.At the time of this story I was 14 years old and like all boys had a crush on my Mum. To be she had a fantastic body and large tits that I would always try to get a closer look at. One hot day my brother was playing down the bottom of the garden and my Mum was lying on a sun bed up the other end of the garden. I got another bed. I had doubts regarding my self-image following such an experience, and my concerns about potential self-loathing discouraged me from actively pursuing the notion. On this day, blind fortunate circumstances took those burdens from my control.I had just finished showering, and was seated on the bench near my locker when the other two men who were working out entered the locker room. They were both quite handsome, well-sculpted, and a bit younger than myself. Their lockers were about ten feet from. "Please, kin y'all he'p me? The storm scared my pa's horse an' it threw him. I'm afeared that he broke his back." Yes, Ma'am, we'll shore try ta he'p. Lead the way. We'll folllow." All three of them rode back the way the woman had come, and it was not long before they saw a man lying on the wet ground. He must be just where he had fallen, since he was not in what Andy would consider a comfortable position. He was still wearing his rain slicker, so he was not getting a chill from the wet.