I knew mom believed in God, even though we did not talk about it often. I was not so sure about that myself, but she was trying her best to change my ...ind, just like right now.I groaned and moved my legs, and mom kept going. She was bobbing her head as fast as she could. She was not going to stop now. She needed to have the determination and endurance to make it happen.My knees were buckling, so I had to hold tighter on mom's hair and shoulders, but she still patiently kept up the same rapid. Jo meri didi or mere dost ka hai. Its Not Story. This is real life incident.Main apni Family ke sath rehat tha. Karib 4 saal pehle ki baat hai.Family me Main Mummy Papa or meri didi jo mujhse 3 saal Badi thi. Bas hum hi rehte the. Wahi pass me mera school ka best friend rehta tha, Naam tha Nilesh.Or meri didi ka naam tha Neelu(Name Changed).Wo mera dost tha ghar bhi aana jan laga rehta tha uska. Or mera bhi. Aisa kai baar hua ki jab ghar me koi nahi rehta tha tab wo merw ghar aata tha. Mujhe. She: then let’s get down the bed and have on the floor, I am afraid of anum.He: ok come down..She then stood up of the bed and started undressing herself. She removed her shirt and then threw it on the bed and then threw her bra. I could feel the fragrance of the body of that whore from her bra. She asked her brother to come near her and then made him to suck her nipples. He was sucking her boobs like a kid and I was feeling a mother son relation between both of them from the way she was. She had come to make friendship with my mother. My mouth is left wide open as I see her. I had never seen such a beautiful lady ever before. I really felt very lucky now that she had come to stay next to our flat. To describe her, she is of around 5ft 7” height, well built, very fair with big beautiful eyes, slim nose, red cheeks, puffy lips, long black hairs and perfect tight figure. She is wearing a dark coloured sari with a matching blouse. The Pallu of her sari is folded into thin layers.