Living With Mom

[Erotica_King]

 
 
Chapter 1: Office Affairs 

The elevator doors opened, revealing the bustling office floor of my new internship. As I stepped out and scanned the room, I spotted my mother standing at her desk talking to a coworker. Her outfit was a shock to me - a skimpy short dress that left little to the imagination, with her breasts bulging out, showing ample cleavage. The hemline of the dress was dangerously high, making it evident that one small movement could reveal her panties. My heart raced as I tried to process this surprising sight.
 
"Hey, you must be the new intern!" A friendly voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "I'm Ritesh. Welcome to the team."
 
"Uh, thanks, Ritesh," I stammered, shaking his hand and forcing a smile. "I'm just trying to find my bearings."
 

A few minutes later, I found myself alone with Mom in a small conference room. She crossed her arms and looked at me sternly. "You'd better not call me 'mom' in the office," she warned. "I don't want anyone knowing about our relationship."
 
"Fine," I agreed, still reeling from her appearance. "But why are you dressed like that?"
 
"None of your business," she snapped. "It's what my boss wants me to wear. And since this job pays the bills, I do what he says." Sravanee's eyes narrowed. "You'd better not cause any trouble for me here."
 
"Of course not," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "I'm just here to work and learn."
 
"Good," Mom said, softening slightly. "Just keep your head down and focus on your job." With that, she walked out of the room, leaving me to grapple with this new reality.
 
As the days went by, I couldn't help but notice the flirtatious and suggestive comments my coworkers made about Sravanee. They had no idea she was my mother, so they didn't think twice about discussing her latest sexual exploits in front of me. Every time they did, I felt a mix of embarrassment and anger, but I kept my mouth shut and focused on my work.
 
*Why is she putting herself through this?* I wondered. *Is the money really worth it? And how am I supposed to maintain a professional relationship with her when everyone around us sees her as a sex object?* The questions swirled in my head, but I knew better than to ask them aloud. This internship was an opportunity for me to build my future, and I wasn't going to let anything - even my own mother's scandalous behavior - stand in my way.
 
 
 
As I made my way down the bustling office hallway, the sound of laughter and excited chatter caught my attention. Turning the corner, I found a group of coworkers gathered around Sravanee, who was perched on her boss's lap, her arms dbangd over his shoulders. They were all focused on her, their eyes filled with lustful admiration. Her short dress clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination as she basked in the attention.
 
"Come on, Candy," one of the men teased, a grin plastered across his face. "Give us a twirl."
 
"Alright, just for you," Mom cooed before standing up, spinning slowly on the spot. As she did, I noticed the screens that had been installed on the once-glass walls of her boss's cabin. *She must have requested those for some privacy,* I thought, fighting back a wave of disgust.
 
"Looking good, Candy!" another coworker chimed in, reaching out to give her butt a playful tap. Mom simply giggled, brushing it off as a harmless gesture.
 
I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. My own mother, willingly acting as an object of desire for her colleagues. The only thing more sickening than the scene itself was the realization that she enjoyed it - the light touches, the aggressive brushes from someone's crotch, everything. It seemed that Mom craved this sort of attention both inside and outside the office, never hesitating to dress provocatively wherever she went.
 
"Hey, newbie!" someone called out, snapping me out of my thoughts. "What do you think of our eye candy?"
 
"Uh... yeah, she's definitely... something," I stammered, unsure of how to respond without revealing my connection to Sravanee.
 
"Something is right!" the coworker laughed, slapping me on the back before returning his gaze to my mother.
 
As I walked away, my head spun with conflicting emotions. This wasn't the woman who had raised me - not the one I remembered, at least. The MomI knew had been strong and independent, not someone who would sell herself for money or attention. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to her, and if there was any way to save her from this downward spiral.
 
But as much as it pained me to see my mother like this, I knew I had to focus on my own future and not let her actions affect my work. It was a difficult task, but one I was determined to accomplish. No matter what, I would make the most of my internship and build a life for myself far removed from the twisted world my mother seemed so eager to inhabit.
 
 
I stepped into the dimly lit apartment, the scent of stale cigarette smoke and musky perfume assaulting my senses. A pair of skimpy lingerie lay discarded on the floor next to a half-empty bottle of wine. This was my mother's home, the place where I would be staying for the next month. As much as I wanted to turn around and walk out the door, I knew that wasn't an option. I had nowhere else to go.
 
"Hey, kiddo," Mom called from the kitchen, wearing nothing but a see-through lace teddy. She took a drag from her cigarette, her eyes heavy-lidded and seductive. "You hungry? I can make us some dinner."
 
"Uh, sure," I mumbled, averting my gaze and trying to ignore the way her curves were barely concealed by the flimsy fabric.
 
"Great, have a seat." She gestured to the small table in the corner, wiping her hands on a dish towel.
 
As I sat down, I couldn't help but notice the various men's clothing items strewn about the living room, evidence of my mother's nightly escapades. The realization that this place was more like a house of ill repute than a home weighed heavily on me.
 
"Here you go," she said, placing a plate of spaghetti in front of me. "Bon appétit!"
 
"Thanks, Mom," I replied, forcing a smile as I picked up my fork. My stomach churned at the thought of eating in such an environment, but I knew I needed to keep up appearances.
 
"By the way," Mom added nonchalantly, "you might want to invest in some earplugs. Things can get a little... noisy around here."
 
"Right," I muttered, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. *How did it come to this? How could she be so casual about her lifestyle?* I thought to myself.
 
"Anyway," she continued, flicking her cigarette into an overflowing ashtray, "I've got a date coming over later. Don't worry, we'll try to keep it down."
 
"Mom, do you ever think about... I don't know, maybe changing your ways?" I blurted out before I could stop myself.
 
Her eyes narrowed as she regarded me with a mix of amusement and irritation. "What? You mean give up all this fun? Not a chance, sweetie. Besides, I'm making good money, and people love me for who I am."
 
"Is that really what you want, though?" I asked softly, my heart aching for the woman I once knew.
 
"Of course! This is the life I've chosen, and I'm damn good at it," she declared, puffing out her chest proudly. "Now, eat up. We wouldn't want you getting too skinny."
 
As I reluctantly took a bite of my dinner, I couldn't shake the feeling of despair that settled in my gut. My mother had become a stranger to me, and there was nothing I could do to change that. For now, all I could do was endure the chaos of her world and hope that one day, she might see the error of her ways.
 
 
The hum of the office's fluorescent lights filled my ears as I sat at my desk, doing my best to focus on the project in front of me. But no matter how hard I tried, the whispers and snickers around me always managed to pierce through my concentration.
 
"Did you hear about Candy?" one of my coworkers asked another, leaning in conspiratorially. "Apparently, she had a threesome with two guys from accounting last night."
 
"Really? That doesn't surprise me," the other replied, chuckling. "She's always been insatiable."
 
I clenched my fists under the desk, trying not to let their words affect me. They didn't know that Sravanee, or "Candy" as they called her, was my mother. And if I had any say in it, they never would.
 
"Hey, newbie," a voice called out, jolting me from my thoughts. I looked up to see Amit, one of my mom's more persistent admirers, grinning at me. "You've been here for a while now. What do you think of our resident eye candy?"
 
"Uh, I don't really have an opinion," I replied nervously, avoiding his gaze. "I'm just trying to concentrate on my work."
 
"Come on, don't be shy," he pressed, winking. "We all know what she's like. You can admit it – she's pretty hot, right?"
 
"Can we please just focus on our tasks?" I snapped, my patience wearing thin. "I'd rather not discuss my coworkers' personal lives."
 
"Fine, fine," Amit relented, raising his hands defensively. "No need to get defensive. Just making conversation, you know?"
 
As he sauntered away, I couldn't help but feel a spark of anger towards my mom. Why did she have to act this way, drawing so much attention to herself and making my life at work unbearable?
 
But then, a week later, things changed. Mom had been transferred to another department within the same building. Although it wasn't a huge difference, it did put some distance between us, which I was grateful for.
 
"Good morning, everyone," our manager announced during a team meeting. "As you may have heard, Momhas been transferred to another department. We wish her the best in her new role."
 
I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of relief and sadness at the news. On one hand, I wouldn't have to endure the constant lewd remarks about my mother any longer. But on the other, she was still in the same building, still subject to the same gossip and rumors. And despite everything, she was still my mom, and I couldn't help but worry about her well-being.
 
"Hey, cheer up," Amit said, noticing my somber expression. "At least we'll still get to see her around, right?"
 
"Yeah," I muttered, forcing a smile. "I guess so."
 
Little did I know that the change in departments would only lead to more complications – and more heartache – for both my mom and me.
 
 
The office door swung open, revealing my mom standing there in a shimmering burgundy dress with a plunging neckline. The fabric clung tightly to her curves as she swayed her hips, walking past my desk without even noticing me. I couldn't help but stare, though I knew I shouldn't.
 
"New dress, Sravanee?" one of my coworkers called out, leering at her.
 
"Thought I'd try something different for a change," she replied with a sultry grin. "You like?"
 
"Absolutely," he said, eyes wide with appreciation.
 
"Ugh," I muttered under my breath, trying to focus on my work. This was just another day in my strange new life – working alongside my mother, who seemed to revel in flaunting her body and making everyone around her uncomfortable.
 
As the days went on, Mom continued to experiment with her wardrobe. Gone were the days of her skimpy office uniform; now she wore a variety of revealing and lustrous dresses, each more outrageous than the last.
 
"Hey, have you seen Sravanee's new boss?" Amit asked me one day during lunch. "I heard he's a real playboy."
 
"Really?" I feigned ignorance, not wanting to discuss my mom's work life.
 
"Yup, they say he's got a thing for women like her," he said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
 
My stomach churned at the thought, but I tried to keep a neutral expression. It wasn't any of my business what my mom did or who she did it with – or so I tried to convince myself.
 
A few days later, as I stood near the coffee machine waiting for my cup to fill up, I caught sight of my mom's new boss, Varun, leaning in close behind her. To my horror, I realized he was adjusting her bra strap, his fingers deftly touching the delicate fabric. My blood boiled with anger and embarrassment.
 
"Varun, you're a lifesaver," Mom said, winking at him and giving him a sly smile. "This thing was driving me crazy."
 
"Always happy to help, Sravanee," he replied, smirking as he looked her up and down.
 
I quickly grabbed my coffee and retreated back to my desk, trying to process what I had just witnessed. It was one thing for my mom to dress provocatively and flirt with coworkers, but having her boss touch her so intimately felt like crossing a line.
 
"Get it together," I whispered to myself, clenching my fists under the desk. "It's her life, not yours. Just stay out of it."
 
But as much as I tried to ignore it, I couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't right about the situation. And deep down, I knew I couldn't stand by and let my mom continue down this path without at least trying to intervene.
 
 
The door to our apartment creaked open, and I glanced at the clock. It was 2:15 AM, right on schedule. Mom stumbled in, her heels clicking against the cold tile floor. Her dress clung to her body, leaving little to the imagination.
 
"Hey, honey," she slurred, grinning as she kicked off her shoes. "Sorry I'm late. Varun and I had a long... meeting."
 
"Mom, it's after two in the morning," I said, my voice laced with concern. "You've been spending a lot of time with him lately. Are you sure everything's okay?"
 
She waved me off, rolling her eyes. "Oh, relax. Varun sir is a player, you know. And a very talented one at that." She giggled, raking a hand through her tousled hair. "He can unhook a bra with one hand, trust me."
 
"Mom!" I exclaimed, my face growing hot. "I really don't need to hear about your... intimate moments with him."
 
"Lighten up, honey," she replied, making her way to the kitchen. "Besides, what's wrong with having a little fun? He makes the best coffee, and I get it brought to me in bed. The only problem is he likes to see me naked all the time, but I guess that's not a big deal."
 
"Mom, seriously, do you have any boundaries?" I couldn't help but blurt out.
 
"Look, I know you're worried about me," she said, pouring herself a glass of water. "But I'm a grown woman, and I can make my own decisions. This is just how things are right now."
 
As she spoke, I could see the vulnerability in her eyes, and I knew she was struggling in her own way. But I also knew I couldn't force her to change if she didn't want to.
 
"Fine," I sighed, swallowing my frustration. "Just promise me you'll be careful, okay?"
 
"Of course, honey," she replied, leaning in to give me a quick hug. "I appreciate your concern. But trust me, I have everything under control."
 
As I watched her retreat down the hallway to her bedroom, I couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in my stomach. I wanted to believe that she had everything under control, but it was getting harder and harder to do so as the days went by. And as much as I tried to keep my distance, I knew I couldn't continue standing by and watching her spiral further out of control.