She touched my chin and moved my head a little this way and that and then spent the next few minutes dabbing and poking at my with various things. "B...ink." I did. "Shake your head." I did. "Well, I think I did a pretty good job - how 'bout you hon?" She made me look into the mirror and what I saw shocked me. I looked good. I looked very good. Staring back at me was the face that could have belonged to a successful businesswoman. Short, no-nonsense haircut, dark eyes touched with. He asked me to come to the office space in the mall. When I reached, there were a few security personals. I told them I was asked to come here and they talked to someone on the intercom and showed me a cabin. I reached and knocked on the door.Somebody said, “come in” and I entered. I saw my mom was sitting on a chair and two men of around 30 and 45 ages were there. I entered and asked mom what happened. She was not speaking and turned her head.The older guy interrupted and told me that she was. She was wearing a red kurti with a white salwar that was hugging her ass cheeks, I could partially see her cleavage and was thanking god that this bitch was going to sit next to me.She was around 5’6, wheatish complexion and her figure were about 36-28-34, her boobs made me drool that instant.On sitting she asked me to shift a bit so that her son (who looked 5 years old) could sit in the small space between the two seats. I shifted and was almost disappointed as it would be hard to touch. " I gasped with astonishment. She looked me straight in the eye and said "I mean it!" I turned around and grabbed the rock by the ridges. For just a moment, either the rock disappeared or I went blind. All I could see in front of me was sex with my sister. I gave a great heave, this time with every muscle in my body working in harmony with each other muscle, and every muscle determined to get that rock off. The rock went flying off and rolled.