I thought about Shree the entire way home. The way her eyes looked after I filled her — soft, lost, completely given. Guilt still lived somewhere inside her because I belonged to her sister, but that guilt never stopped her from opening her legs or her mouth. She only stopped herself from starting things. Once I touched her, she melted.

Mom opened the door in a thin nightie. No bra. Soft nipples clearly pressed against the fabric, the outlines dark and full. I stared longer than I should have. Something inside me snapped. I stepped forward and hugged her tightly, pressing those heavy motherly breasts flat against my chest, feeling their warmth and weight for the first time in years. My half-hard cock rubbed against her soft belly on purpose.