That’s because earlier, when the main door was opened, Vikram had come to get his wallet, and then he left.The weekend had just begun, and I knew mo...e fun lay ahead. At this point, you must be convinced, thinking, “Clearly, she is lying.” Before you write that in the comments, let me confess, saying, “Yes, I am lying.”All the things I told you till now were a lie. It was just a wet dream that started with having frequent secret sex with my fit father and a handsome son. It ended with all three. We looked fairly alike - embarrassingly, strangers on the street would take us for twins, and people who knew our names thought ''our'' parents had named us cleverly - Rita and Robbie.He had (and still has) a cute little chip in his front tooth, instantly noticeable when he smiled. We got together just after I turned 16 (he was 6 months older than me), but I had been in love with him since I was 14.Before Robbie, I had had an internet boyfriend by the name of Carl, and had a brief liason with. Looking amused, she shook her head.“I just watched you suck my husband’s cock. I think it’s a little late for modesty. Straighten up. Hands behind your back. Clasped.”I obeyed. Hesitantly. But I obeyed, feeling exposed, trembling, goosebumps prickling up my arms and my back as she reached out, the fingers of her left hand under my chin, forcing me to look up at her. She was taller than me, but most everyone was, so I was used to it. Still, much like Sir, she had a commanding presence that made. It’s just the beginning. The real picture is in Part 2 but to reach to Part 2, you need to make me believe that you love my writing. Don’t expect some bullshit fantasy in it. It will be normal and natural. I am not going make it look like a Superhero story where everything is done with no logic. Read at your own risk as it will make you fall in love with my stories. You will not be able to stop yourself from searching Part 2. Mother, a word that is worshiped in the country I live in. But isn’t.