Over my Aunt’s shoulder I saw an older woman approaching with an almost shit eating grin on her face. Crap, now I was getting embarrassed, she must ...have seen my dick getting hard and no place to hide it.This woman had to be in her early fifties even though she had a younger gate to her movements.She zeroed directly in on us, “Liz, how are you? And…who is this good looking stud?”Aunt Liz spun around, “Nancy, glad you could make it, this is Carl. What do you think?”Nancy looked me up and down as. They followed her development from the first picture she had drawn of him to the latest portrait she had painted. Looking at the pictures made him feel good.His casual appreciation of the art was interrupted by a knock on the door. He opened it to find a smiling Greg standing in front of him. Greg was still in his street clothes. Greg rubbed his hands together and said, “Let’s get started.”He started handing clothes to John and adjusting their fit each piece at a time. The transformation took. Arre ek bbat to batana bhull gaya main cchachi ko galt nazaro se tab se dekhna shuru kiya jab main unhe trin me chodne gaon aaya tha. Chach ne saman aaur chutku ko pakda tha main chachi ko sambaalraha tha. ,mere hhath uke shoulder pr the aur back me mera land unki gand ko salami de rahatha, kya ass thi unki so soft.Bas sochte sochte nind aa gai aur main bina chadar ode so gaya, su bah jab aakhe khuli to pata chala le me shiv shambhu ji to khade hai aur chachi bistar thik kar rahi hai aur unki. All day I made sure the house was clean and dinner was cooked just as Mom did and felt pretty satisfied with the job that I had done of filling in for her. I knew, though, that later on would come the need to provide pies just the way Momma made them and I hoped it wouldn't be too hard for me."Come on, son," Dad said, taking me aside, "The boys are waiting for their pies. You'd better get ready to make them just like Mom."Well, what else could I do? I went into Mom's closet and took out some.