Ab mai seedhe story pe ata hu,mera papa ek teacher hai,ab hmare sath nhi hai,to ghar chalane ke liye mummy ek hotel pe kam krti thi,mai kabi kabi mumm... ke sath hotel jata tha,par unka salory bhut hi kam tha,aur mere padai ka kharcha bhut bad rha tha,kuch din ke bad mera admission mbbs krna chahta tha but paise k karan ye nhi ho rha tha,maine ye bat mere yogesh ko batai to wo bola mere pas ek rasta hai,wo bola agar tu chahta hai to ye possible hai,mai khush ho gya aur turant ha bol diya,wo bola. But for the last few days, she had been a picture of radiant happiness, not just that, but she seemed satisfied and fulfilled as well. The only time I had seen her upset was just now, when I showed my displeasure about the dirty books. Over dinner, I asked her straight out how she felt about life, had she noticed anything different lately? ‘You mean, apart from our being at it like knives all the time?’ she smiled. I nodded. ‘Oh, yes,’ she said. ‘I suppose I started counting my blessings. I can. Mom told me, “Go open the door. It’s your fucking Neetu masi only.”I looked back at mom in utter disbelief. My hands trembled as I opened the door, and she was correct. Neetu masi was standing at the door. I had never heard mom use such cuss words. I was pissed off just thinking what would happen next.I was clueless why Neetu masi had come to our house when we had just met a day back. She came in. Before I could say anything, Neetu masi hugged me, and she kissed me. I did not dare to hug her. ” “All I have for you is a t shirt,” I said. “That’s fine, Daddy.” Several minutes she came out of my bed room wearing nothing but my t shirt, and panties. I tried not to look too hard at her buxom figure, asked, “Shouldn’t you be wearing your bath robe?” “You’re my daddy, so it doesn’t matter. If someone comes to the door, I’ll put it on.” “If someone comes to the door, I want you to stay out of.