03-12-2024, 05:32 PM
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01. My Mom - Mrs. Sunita Arvind Mehta – Mother, a my mom. Stats 38 - 32 - 44 inches.
02. My father - Mr. Arvind Kumar Mehta, 45 years of age working at a shipping company and travels most of the time.
03. Rajeev Arvind Mehta - Me
04. Mr. Suresh Patel - my father's senior workmate , 50 years. Very successful than my dad.
Below are the real photos of my mom.
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Hello my name is Rajeev Gupta. I am here to day to narrate a story that even today when I'm writing, chills are
running down my spine just thinking about how things unfolded that day. My dad, mom and I live in Pune. We shifted
to Pune from Gujarat just months ago and we loved it here.
My mom and dad were happy together. Even though my dad frequently travelled, my mom and him maintained their
relationship perfectly. When dad travelled, he used to be away for about 3 to 4 months or worst 5 months but when
he came. He used to jump on my mom and at night I used to hear him bang her hard.
To describe my mom, she was made with a touch of art. Her body radiates even when she doesn't apply make up. Her
face is always marked with a smile whenever you see her. Her packed boobs, intoxicating eyes, luscious lips, slim
waists and her broad juicy ass qualifies her as a queen.
At college when she used to pick me, plenty of men, even the fathers of other kids used to gaze at my mom with awe.
I remember my English teacher asking me one day, "Rajeev, is that your mom?" and I replied "Yes Mr. Agarwal, why
you ask?" "No, she just looks awesome"
From that day, I knew my mom was causing headache to all men in the streets, at college & even at when she visits the grocery. However, due to the constant attraction from other men,my mom never had an attraction to another man.
She sustained her chastity and her conservatism. A lot of men even my English teacher tried to seduce her but she never allowed such thing to happen. She remained loyal to my dad only and that is one thing I adored about her. The same thing was with my dad.
He cherished my mom and he loved her so much. Even due to his workaholic nature, he didn't have time to look at any other woman, but he only had his eyes at my mom. The way my mom was pious, it was impossible for a man to seduce her and for her to fall for another man.
Now back to the story, a week after my dad travelled back to work, it was only me and mom in the house. Our house was not that big; one kitchen, two bedrooms (one for mom and dad, and one for me), a sitting room and finally a guest room.
However, since the house was not that big, it felt big especially for my mom due to her loneliness. Nonetheless, she was getting used to the loneliness. The days stretch on, her footsteps echoing in the silence, and the constant hum of the clock is a reminder of the solitude.
She keeps busy—cleaning, organizing, or reading—but none of it fills the gap left by his absence. Sometimes, she watches old movies or calls friends, just to hear a familiar voice. Yet, despite the loneliness, she never entertains thoughts of cheating. Her love for Dad remains unwavering, a steady anchor that keeps her grounded, even in the stillness of the house.
I used to see her many days before she goes out she ensured that her saree was fitting enough but she ensured also that her saree wasn't showing enough of her skin. She gazed at the mirror, turning sideways checking her ever growing ass and her firm boobs.
Maybe she thought to herself, "All this fleshy body bestowed upon me but no one to use it or appreciate it". Perhaps a woman needs to feel appreciated, showed with praises and comments so that she can feel alive but mom was lacking that.
She tried to call my dad through the phone many times at night but when dad received her call, he used to praise her a little then he says "I love you baby, I need to sleep right now, today was a really hectic, I need time to rest, I will call you in the morning"
Then mom would reply, "Ok my love I understand" then she hangs up. Mom then wore a sad look on her face as she places the phone on her bed. Then she heads off to the drawer and pulls out a cucumber. At that time I never knew why women at the market used to buy packs of cucumber.
But in those lonely days, I used to see my mom using the cucumber to push it inside her pussy and letting it go in and out a couple of time. I was not really shocked by this behaviour of my mom giving herself some self love due to the absence of my dad.
For a hot curvy woman like my mom, they always get horny because no one is using their body so they use it themselves. I knew my mom really wanted a man but the man she wanted was far away and was coming after 5 months.
Now after the first week, I woke up in the bright morning, went to the bathroom to pee and as usual as I passed across the kitchen, my mom was already up and cooking breakfast. She seemed not happy but at least she always put up a smile on her face. I think the continual absence of my dad has taken a huge toll on her.
While we were eating breakfast, she received a call and I guessed it was dad who was calling her. In her phone contact list, she never saved a lot of people, just dad and her relatives.
Mom - Hello bby, how are you doing
Dad - (Mom kept the phone on loudspeaker) Hello my love, I am fine, just called to check up on you. How is Rajeev doing
Me - (Replying over) I am fine dad, we are just taking breakfast, we miss you and mom also misses you
Dad - (I could see a cheeky smile over mom's face) Oooh I know, you two are my life. I love you guys so much
I finished taking my breakfast and I took the dishes towards the kitchen. As I returned I heard dad telling mom that one of his workmates, Suresh Patel, was going to visit because he had some errands here to meet.
Mom - Uumhh ok but will he be spending nights at our house?
Dad - No, no of course not my love, he will just come to see you guys. I already told him where we live. When he comes, just welcome him. He will come today but he will be staying at a nearby hotel.
Mom - (Mom not sure about this) Well....uuummhh ook
Dad - Ok my love, I have to hang up. I will call you later
Mom - But... but....
There was a look of confusion on mom's face. It seemed that she was in some deep thoughts maybe because it was awkward for her to the visitation of another man in our house when my dad was away.
I asked mom
Me - What's up mom? What did dad say?
Mom - (She didn't answer, she was still in deep thoughts)
Me - Mom! (I patted her shoulder)
Mom - (Startled) Ooh sorry beta, it's just that you dad said that his senior workmate was going to visit us today
Me - Ooh really? Who?
Mom - He said his name was Su..Suresh....I don't remember his second name but he just said that he was his workmate and that he would love us to welcome him for a cup of tea and get to meet him
Me - Ooh that's good mom.
Mom - Yeah (She was uncertain with this answer)
Me - What mom? You seem to be in deep thoughts,
Mom - Well, it's just that.....(Rubbing her for head with her fingers)
Me - What mom say it.....
Mom - It's a bit awkward don't you think?
Me - In what way mom?
Mom - Normally we have visitors when your dad is at home
Me - Ooh don't worry mom, we never met that Suresh person, maybe he is a nice person.
Mom - (Feeling a little comfortable) Well, you might be right.
That evening, we heard a knock at the door. My mother, always the gracious host, looked up from her knitting and said, “Could you get that, dear?” I opened the door to find Suresh Patel standing there, a friendly smile on his face. He was a family friend, someone my dad had known for years, but I had never met him before. He was charming, with an easy confidence that made him instantly likable.
“Good evening Rajeev, how are you doing. Is your mom home?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. I questioned as to why he suddenly asked about my mom.
I nodded and called for her. My mom, who had been lost in her thoughts again, quickly composed herself and walked into the living room. Dressed in a simple but elegant saree that accentuated her curves, she looked radiant. The fabric hugged her waist beautifully which exposed her juicy ass more, and I could see Suresh's eyes widen as he took in her figure.
“Hello, Mrs. Mehta,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“Not at all, Mr. Suresh, we were actually expecting you. My husband told me about you” she replied, "come in" her cheeks flushing slightly.
Ooh that's right, he also told me about you", Suresh said which was greeted with mom's smile. Mom helped him with the with his suitcase and she walked and guided him towards the sitting room. I saw Suresh's lustful eyes gaze at my mom's
soft jiggly ass. Guys, my mom's ass was made with perfection. It had a lot of meat, fleshy and bouncy and whenever she walked, I was sure it would have torn her panties because her bubbly ass was incredibly firm.
Mom placed Sureh's luggage just at the edge of the sofa “Would you like some tea?” Mom asked Suresh who was still gazing at her features.
“Tea sounds perfect,” he said, his gaze lingering on her as she moved toward the kitchen.
As she prepared the tea, Suresh casually leaned against the wall, watching her every move. When mom was cooking tea, her firm ass was moving faintly but even from where I was sitting in the sitting room, someone could say that her ass was big enough to make any man happy. My mom, shy and reserved, tried to focus on making the perfect cup, but she could feel his eyes on her. When she turned to serve him, I noticed her hands tremble slightly as she handed him the steaming cup.
“Thank you,” he said, taking a sip and savoring the flavor. “This is amazing, just like you.”
My mother’s face turned a deeper shade of red, and she looked down, flattered yet flustered by the compliment. Suresh, sensing her shyness, leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “You know, it’s not just the tea that’s warming me up tonight.”
I could see my mom’s heart race as she tried to maintain her composure. She was a traditional woman, raised with values that made her cautious around men, especially those with a mischievous glint in their eyes like Suresh. But even though she was traditionally bought up, her intoxicating body, and those breasts made her look like she was outside of conservative norms.
As she turned to walk back to the kitchen, Suresh’s gaze followed her, mesmerized by the way her saree hugged her curves, accentuating her curvy waist and the gentle sway of her hips. He couldn’t help but admire the way her figure moved with such grace.
“Wow,” he muttered under his breath, unable to hide his admiration.
My mom, oblivious to his gaze, returned with a plate of snacks, her shyness still evident. “I hope you like these,” she said, placing them on the table.
Suresh took a bite and grinned. “Delicious! Just like you,” he teased, making her blush even more. "Thank you Mr. Suresh."
I was still in the sitting room but playing a video game which Suresh bought me while mom and him sat opposite each other and kept talking. While they conversed, Suresh's gaze constantly panned across those two mountain-shaped
pair of mom's breasts. Mom noticed this and it prompted her to momentarily adjust her saree so that it could cover her breasts but it was to no avail. Why? Because her boobs were big. Mom cursed herself for not wearing enough clothes to
cover her vital parts: breasts, belly button, and her big ass.
The evening continued with light conversation, but I could sense the chemistry building between them and yet it was just the first day we were meeting with him, despite my mom’s attempts to remain reserved. Suresh’s playful nature brought out a side of her that was both endearing and unexpected.
As the night wore on, I could see my mom relaxing a little, her laughter ringing through the room.
And though she tried to hide it, I could tell that she was enjoying the attention from Suresh, who was clearly captivated by her beauty.
Eventually, the time came for Suresh to leave. As he stood up, he gave my mom one last lingering look, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I hope to see you again tomorrow, Mrs. Mehta. You’ve made this evening unforgettable.”
My mom smiled shyly, her heart fluttering as she bid him goodbye. As he walked away, I caught him glancing back one last time, a playful grin on his face as he admired the beauty that had left a lasting impression on him.
In that moment, I realized that even the shyest hearts could be awakened by the right kind of attention, and perhaps, just perhaps, my mom was ready to embrace a little more adventure in her life.
"Bye Rajeev, see you tomorrow, I have a surprise for you", he told me. "What surprise Sir?", I queried. "Nop, I won't tell you now, that's why it's called a surprise and also one for your nice mom for cooking such a delightful tea"
Mom was in awe as he uttered those words. From the look of her face, it was evident that her heart melted even though she didn't show her charmed reaction.
As he left, mom closed the door behind him and as soon she did so, she ran to the window to see him walking away. I question as to why my mom was peeking at the window secretly looking at a man she just met today. So I decided to find out. I walked over to the other window and peeked and we saw him entering his car. I and mom didn't notice that he came with a car. Suresh seemed to be a wealthy man. I also learned that he was divorced from the discussion he had with mom earlier.
"Suresh looks wealthy mom, right?", I asked her. She was sitting on the sofa after walking back from the window and from the look on her face, it seemed that she was beguiled by something. "Mom!, are you listening", I said. "Ooh Beta, sorry, I....I... ooh what were you asking again?"
"That Suresh Sir appears to be a wealthy man, right?" I asked. "Ooh yeah yeah, he is. You know he is works with your dad but he is more senior than him that's why he is rich and also a nice person."
From how I evaluated her response, it was not normal for her to complement another man. Actually, this was the first time I'm hearing from her mouth. Something in Suresh was making her charmed and I didn't understand why. Was it because all the time he was with mom, he kept praising her body, her snacks and tea?"
I didn't care because at the back of my mind I knew my mom even if she thought about him, I didn't take it too serious that she would like another man in the first day they meet. But I was sure that mom was a huge lover of compliments. She adores complements just like any other woman but her's is way much higher. It looks like compliments turns her on and that is exactly what she got from Suresh: compliments.
The next day, we expected Suresh to come home again and meet us............ STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT PART!!!
01. My Mom - Mrs. Sunita Arvind Mehta – Mother, a my mom. Stats 38 - 32 - 44 inches.
02. My father - Mr. Arvind Kumar Mehta, 45 years of age working at a shipping company and travels most of the time.
03. Rajeev Arvind Mehta - Me
04. Mr. Suresh Patel - my father's senior workmate , 50 years. Very successful than my dad.
Below are the real photos of my mom.
Hello my name is Rajeev Gupta. I am here to day to narrate a story that even today when I'm writing, chills are
running down my spine just thinking about how things unfolded that day. My dad, mom and I live in Pune. We shifted
to Pune from Gujarat just months ago and we loved it here.
My mom and dad were happy together. Even though my dad frequently travelled, my mom and him maintained their
relationship perfectly. When dad travelled, he used to be away for about 3 to 4 months or worst 5 months but when
he came. He used to jump on my mom and at night I used to hear him bang her hard.
To describe my mom, she was made with a touch of art. Her body radiates even when she doesn't apply make up. Her
face is always marked with a smile whenever you see her. Her packed boobs, intoxicating eyes, luscious lips, slim
waists and her broad juicy ass qualifies her as a queen.
At college when she used to pick me, plenty of men, even the fathers of other kids used to gaze at my mom with awe.
I remember my English teacher asking me one day, "Rajeev, is that your mom?" and I replied "Yes Mr. Agarwal, why
you ask?" "No, she just looks awesome"
From that day, I knew my mom was causing headache to all men in the streets, at college & even at when she visits the grocery. However, due to the constant attraction from other men,my mom never had an attraction to another man.
She sustained her chastity and her conservatism. A lot of men even my English teacher tried to seduce her but she never allowed such thing to happen. She remained loyal to my dad only and that is one thing I adored about her. The same thing was with my dad.
He cherished my mom and he loved her so much. Even due to his workaholic nature, he didn't have time to look at any other woman, but he only had his eyes at my mom. The way my mom was pious, it was impossible for a man to seduce her and for her to fall for another man.
Now back to the story, a week after my dad travelled back to work, it was only me and mom in the house. Our house was not that big; one kitchen, two bedrooms (one for mom and dad, and one for me), a sitting room and finally a guest room.
However, since the house was not that big, it felt big especially for my mom due to her loneliness. Nonetheless, she was getting used to the loneliness. The days stretch on, her footsteps echoing in the silence, and the constant hum of the clock is a reminder of the solitude.
She keeps busy—cleaning, organizing, or reading—but none of it fills the gap left by his absence. Sometimes, she watches old movies or calls friends, just to hear a familiar voice. Yet, despite the loneliness, she never entertains thoughts of cheating. Her love for Dad remains unwavering, a steady anchor that keeps her grounded, even in the stillness of the house.
I used to see her many days before she goes out she ensured that her saree was fitting enough but she ensured also that her saree wasn't showing enough of her skin. She gazed at the mirror, turning sideways checking her ever growing ass and her firm boobs.
Maybe she thought to herself, "All this fleshy body bestowed upon me but no one to use it or appreciate it". Perhaps a woman needs to feel appreciated, showed with praises and comments so that she can feel alive but mom was lacking that.
She tried to call my dad through the phone many times at night but when dad received her call, he used to praise her a little then he says "I love you baby, I need to sleep right now, today was a really hectic, I need time to rest, I will call you in the morning"
Then mom would reply, "Ok my love I understand" then she hangs up. Mom then wore a sad look on her face as she places the phone on her bed. Then she heads off to the drawer and pulls out a cucumber. At that time I never knew why women at the market used to buy packs of cucumber.
But in those lonely days, I used to see my mom using the cucumber to push it inside her pussy and letting it go in and out a couple of time. I was not really shocked by this behaviour of my mom giving herself some self love due to the absence of my dad.
For a hot curvy woman like my mom, they always get horny because no one is using their body so they use it themselves. I knew my mom really wanted a man but the man she wanted was far away and was coming after 5 months.
Now after the first week, I woke up in the bright morning, went to the bathroom to pee and as usual as I passed across the kitchen, my mom was already up and cooking breakfast. She seemed not happy but at least she always put up a smile on her face. I think the continual absence of my dad has taken a huge toll on her.
While we were eating breakfast, she received a call and I guessed it was dad who was calling her. In her phone contact list, she never saved a lot of people, just dad and her relatives.
Mom - Hello bby, how are you doing
Dad - (Mom kept the phone on loudspeaker) Hello my love, I am fine, just called to check up on you. How is Rajeev doing
Me - (Replying over) I am fine dad, we are just taking breakfast, we miss you and mom also misses you
Dad - (I could see a cheeky smile over mom's face) Oooh I know, you two are my life. I love you guys so much
I finished taking my breakfast and I took the dishes towards the kitchen. As I returned I heard dad telling mom that one of his workmates, Suresh Patel, was going to visit because he had some errands here to meet.
Mom - Uumhh ok but will he be spending nights at our house?
Dad - No, no of course not my love, he will just come to see you guys. I already told him where we live. When he comes, just welcome him. He will come today but he will be staying at a nearby hotel.
Mom - (Mom not sure about this) Well....uuummhh ook
Dad - Ok my love, I have to hang up. I will call you later
Mom - But... but....
There was a look of confusion on mom's face. It seemed that she was in some deep thoughts maybe because it was awkward for her to the visitation of another man in our house when my dad was away.
I asked mom
Me - What's up mom? What did dad say?
Mom - (She didn't answer, she was still in deep thoughts)
Me - Mom! (I patted her shoulder)
Mom - (Startled) Ooh sorry beta, it's just that you dad said that his senior workmate was going to visit us today
Me - Ooh really? Who?
Mom - He said his name was Su..Suresh....I don't remember his second name but he just said that he was his workmate and that he would love us to welcome him for a cup of tea and get to meet him
Me - Ooh that's good mom.
Mom - Yeah (She was uncertain with this answer)
Me - What mom? You seem to be in deep thoughts,
Mom - Well, it's just that.....(Rubbing her for head with her fingers)
Me - What mom say it.....
Mom - It's a bit awkward don't you think?
Me - In what way mom?
Mom - Normally we have visitors when your dad is at home
Me - Ooh don't worry mom, we never met that Suresh person, maybe he is a nice person.
Mom - (Feeling a little comfortable) Well, you might be right.
That evening, we heard a knock at the door. My mother, always the gracious host, looked up from her knitting and said, “Could you get that, dear?” I opened the door to find Suresh Patel standing there, a friendly smile on his face. He was a family friend, someone my dad had known for years, but I had never met him before. He was charming, with an easy confidence that made him instantly likable.
“Good evening Rajeev, how are you doing. Is your mom home?” he asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. I questioned as to why he suddenly asked about my mom.
I nodded and called for her. My mom, who had been lost in her thoughts again, quickly composed herself and walked into the living room. Dressed in a simple but elegant saree that accentuated her curves, she looked radiant. The fabric hugged her waist beautifully which exposed her juicy ass more, and I could see Suresh's eyes widen as he took in her figure.
“Hello, Mrs. Mehta,” he said, his voice smooth and inviting. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“Not at all, Mr. Suresh, we were actually expecting you. My husband told me about you” she replied, "come in" her cheeks flushing slightly.
Ooh that's right, he also told me about you", Suresh said which was greeted with mom's smile. Mom helped him with the with his suitcase and she walked and guided him towards the sitting room. I saw Suresh's lustful eyes gaze at my mom's
soft jiggly ass. Guys, my mom's ass was made with perfection. It had a lot of meat, fleshy and bouncy and whenever she walked, I was sure it would have torn her panties because her bubbly ass was incredibly firm.
Mom placed Sureh's luggage just at the edge of the sofa “Would you like some tea?” Mom asked Suresh who was still gazing at her features.
“Tea sounds perfect,” he said, his gaze lingering on her as she moved toward the kitchen.
As she prepared the tea, Suresh casually leaned against the wall, watching her every move. When mom was cooking tea, her firm ass was moving faintly but even from where I was sitting in the sitting room, someone could say that her ass was big enough to make any man happy. My mom, shy and reserved, tried to focus on making the perfect cup, but she could feel his eyes on her. When she turned to serve him, I noticed her hands tremble slightly as she handed him the steaming cup.
“Thank you,” he said, taking a sip and savoring the flavor. “This is amazing, just like you.”
My mother’s face turned a deeper shade of red, and she looked down, flattered yet flustered by the compliment. Suresh, sensing her shyness, leaned in a little closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. “You know, it’s not just the tea that’s warming me up tonight.”
I could see my mom’s heart race as she tried to maintain her composure. She was a traditional woman, raised with values that made her cautious around men, especially those with a mischievous glint in their eyes like Suresh. But even though she was traditionally bought up, her intoxicating body, and those breasts made her look like she was outside of conservative norms.
As she turned to walk back to the kitchen, Suresh’s gaze followed her, mesmerized by the way her saree hugged her curves, accentuating her curvy waist and the gentle sway of her hips. He couldn’t help but admire the way her figure moved with such grace.
“Wow,” he muttered under his breath, unable to hide his admiration.
My mom, oblivious to his gaze, returned with a plate of snacks, her shyness still evident. “I hope you like these,” she said, placing them on the table.
Suresh took a bite and grinned. “Delicious! Just like you,” he teased, making her blush even more. "Thank you Mr. Suresh."
I was still in the sitting room but playing a video game which Suresh bought me while mom and him sat opposite each other and kept talking. While they conversed, Suresh's gaze constantly panned across those two mountain-shaped
pair of mom's breasts. Mom noticed this and it prompted her to momentarily adjust her saree so that it could cover her breasts but it was to no avail. Why? Because her boobs were big. Mom cursed herself for not wearing enough clothes to
cover her vital parts: breasts, belly button, and her big ass.
The evening continued with light conversation, but I could sense the chemistry building between them and yet it was just the first day we were meeting with him, despite my mom’s attempts to remain reserved. Suresh’s playful nature brought out a side of her that was both endearing and unexpected.
As the night wore on, I could see my mom relaxing a little, her laughter ringing through the room.
And though she tried to hide it, I could tell that she was enjoying the attention from Suresh, who was clearly captivated by her beauty.
Eventually, the time came for Suresh to leave. As he stood up, he gave my mom one last lingering look, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “I hope to see you again tomorrow, Mrs. Mehta. You’ve made this evening unforgettable.”
My mom smiled shyly, her heart fluttering as she bid him goodbye. As he walked away, I caught him glancing back one last time, a playful grin on his face as he admired the beauty that had left a lasting impression on him.
In that moment, I realized that even the shyest hearts could be awakened by the right kind of attention, and perhaps, just perhaps, my mom was ready to embrace a little more adventure in her life.
"Bye Rajeev, see you tomorrow, I have a surprise for you", he told me. "What surprise Sir?", I queried. "Nop, I won't tell you now, that's why it's called a surprise and also one for your nice mom for cooking such a delightful tea"
Mom was in awe as he uttered those words. From the look of her face, it was evident that her heart melted even though she didn't show her charmed reaction.
As he left, mom closed the door behind him and as soon she did so, she ran to the window to see him walking away. I question as to why my mom was peeking at the window secretly looking at a man she just met today. So I decided to find out. I walked over to the other window and peeked and we saw him entering his car. I and mom didn't notice that he came with a car. Suresh seemed to be a wealthy man. I also learned that he was divorced from the discussion he had with mom earlier.
"Suresh looks wealthy mom, right?", I asked her. She was sitting on the sofa after walking back from the window and from the look on her face, it seemed that she was beguiled by something. "Mom!, are you listening", I said. "Ooh Beta, sorry, I....I... ooh what were you asking again?"
"That Suresh Sir appears to be a wealthy man, right?" I asked. "Ooh yeah yeah, he is. You know he is works with your dad but he is more senior than him that's why he is rich and also a nice person."
From how I evaluated her response, it was not normal for her to complement another man. Actually, this was the first time I'm hearing from her mouth. Something in Suresh was making her charmed and I didn't understand why. Was it because all the time he was with mom, he kept praising her body, her snacks and tea?"
I didn't care because at the back of my mind I knew my mom even if she thought about him, I didn't take it too serious that she would like another man in the first day they meet. But I was sure that mom was a huge lover of compliments. She adores complements just like any other woman but her's is way much higher. It looks like compliments turns her on and that is exactly what she got from Suresh: compliments.
The next day, we expected Suresh to come home again and meet us............ STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT PART!!!
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