"I'm your mother and I expect you to show me some respect." And Dad expects you to treat him with respect and be faithful to him, but it sure isn't ha...pening," retorted Emily with heat. "Maybe respect is earned and not demanded."Emily made a point of stopping her father that evening as he passed through the living room on his way to the stairs. "Our district championship game is tomorrow at the gym at State. We play at four. Think you'll be able to make it?" I'll check my schedule and see what. “Nope.” He answered with a smile.I was relieved.“Your sister called, she wants to know if you're coming to visit soon.”My twin sister had opted to go to military school in lieu of my mother sending her to fat camp.“I don't want to go see her, I call her back later.”“Why didn't your brother come over to watch you?”“Because I hate him, and he doesn't drive”My brother and I never really got along, my mom always took special care of him and made sure no one ever hurt his feelings. Mommy's boy to a. We are all born with a sexual box of matches inside us. But we can’t strike them all by ourselves.We need a hot body to light the sex box to fire up our entire body and Mummy was my matchbox. I kept playing with her boobs squeezing and sucking them slapping them, rolling my tongue on her nipples in small circles. Occasionally lifting them both in my hands and then sucking them one after the other.She had turned very hot. She was loving the way I manhandled her boobs. She was enjoying my sucks. She had a nice body, her breasts, I guessed, were about a C cup, and she had a nice round butt, that looked awesome in jeans. But what attracted people to her wasn’t her looks, it was her personality. She was a very caring person, always willing to lend a helping hand. She was very sweet and always happy. I felt her excitement as she invited me in, and I couldn’t help to feel the same enthusiasm as she. We went into the kitchen and after fixing myself a cup of coffee, we sat down and Aunty Riya.