My dad had known he was dying for some time, and told me over and over how that when he died I would become the man of the house. He made me promise ...to take care of Mother in every way (whatever that meant to me at the time) after he was gone. After the funeral and my older sister returned to college, mom asked me to spend the next couple of nights with her in bed to help "ease her transition." The first night, we both had some wine talked about dad, their life together, and she confessed to. Her nipples were erect like my cock. I sucked it hard to the extent I could. She was enjoying it thoroughly. I could feel it. But even when I was sucking her boobs, her hands were still on my cock.I wanted to move forward and so pulled her skirt which she wore under d sari and immediately removed her pink panty. Omg. Her vagina was leaking wet. I didn’t know what to do.I just continued my fingering and I could understand that the aunty was lost in sex. I also knew that she was ready for. I called him up and left word for him to return my call. He did the next day and we caught up quickly. I explained to him I had met Jennifer and what a great girl she was. He asked me to bring her down to the club, so he could meet her. I informed him, I was thinking of just that and asked him if Raine still worked there. He laughed, and told me, she was the absolute best, and he hoped she would never leave him. I asked him to see if Raine was up to a private party and I would make it worth her. The raw emotion she had seen unleashed in her parents had unnerved her and she lay on the floor pitifully alone. Betrayed by all those who had professed their love, she lay there lamenting her naivety, her trust and her stupidity. She lay alone, abandoned, deserted on the cold coarse carpeting of her floor with no one to hear her plea for help. Roger stood slowly, dreams of collage a high powered career, a normal adolescence fading away to dust, tears clouding his eyes he moved to his desk.