I was so sad with dad gone that I would wake up crying at night. After a couple of days mom had me come in and sleep with her. That helped and after a...few days the crying stopped. For whatever reason, year after year, we just never changed and I continued to sleep with mom. In fact, for several years, starting at that time, I would periodically climb on mom and fall asleep on her. As I lay there, the more I thought about mom naked in the bedroom, the more I wanted that closeness of lying on top. I heard more noises and I got up to see what they were. They were coming from the living room and I went to the head of the stairs and looked over the railing. Aunt Maggie was on her back on the living room floor, legs spread, skirt up to her waist, panties hanging from one ankle and she was being fucked by some man who I'd never seen before. Aunt Maggie had both of her hands on the man's ass and it seemed as if she was pulling him into her. He pounded away and every time he was on the up. Fir maine mom ko dress try karne ko kahe.Mom ne sabse pahle jeans aur shirt try ki.Mom pehn k mere samne aayi wo kamal ki lag rahi thi per umr hone ki wajeh se unke boobs jhuke hue saf nazar aa rahe the.Wo bra nahi pehnti thi islie.Mom ne pucha bata to kaisi lag rahi hu.Maine keha ap acci lag rahi ho bus ek kami h.Mom ne keha kya.Maine ek packet nikala aur keha apko iski jarurat h mom ne mere samne wo khola to usme cup shaped bra thi mom halka gussa hui ki ye sab pehnana chahta h tu muje maine. For hours we danced and finished off the champaign. I wish this would never end. It wont. he said and kissed me deeply. Promise? I asked. I promise. he said. Now can I see what is under that dress? Yes. I whispered and he picked me up and carried me up to the bedroom. Slowly he lowered my feet back to the floor. Pushing him gently down onto the bed and stepped back out of his reach. Then I went over to the stereo and turned it on. Slowly I danced to the music and slipped out of my gown leaving.