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CONTINUATION.............
The next morning, I was jolted awake by the sound of laughter coming from the living room. Curious, I tiptoed out of my room and found Suresh sitting on the couch, animatedly chatting with my mom. She was laughing, her cheeks flushed with a warmth I hadn’t seen in a long time. I thought to myself, he came to our house already?
“Good morning!” Suresh called out, noticing me. “I hope you’re ready for an adventure today!”
“What do you mean?” I asked, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“I’ve got a surprise for both of you!” He grinned, clearly excited. “I thought we could go out for breakfast and then do a little shopping. Mrs. Mehta, I even brought you something special.” Mom was astonished by this, she yelped, "Ooh really?"
With that, he pulled out a beautifully wrapped package from behind the couch. My mom’s eyes widened, and she hesitated as he handed it to her. “Oh, Suresh, you shouldn’t have,” she said, her voice a mix of surprise and discomfort.
“Just open it!” he urged, his enthusiasm infectious.
Mom carefully unwrapped the package, her hands trembling from the guilt of receiving a gift from another man, she took out and revealed a stunning saree in vibrant hues of deep blue and gold. It was elegant yet daring, designed to accentuate curves. But as she held it up, a wave of hesitation washed over her. “I can’t accept this. It’s… it’s not right for another man to buy me clothes,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing again.
Suresh stepped closer, his tone softening. “Mrs. Mehta, it’s just a saree. Think of it as a token of friendship. You deserve to feel beautiful.”
After a moment’s pause, my mom sighed, the allure of the saree too tempting to resist. “Alright, but just this once,” she finally relented, her voice barely above a whisper. "Go get dressed Mrs Mehta", Suresh instructed her. Mom woke up and headed off to her bedroom. Her bouncy ass was dancing inside her saree and from the look of her ass, it was clear that she wasn't wearing a panty. Suresh glued his eyes on her big ass until mom disappeared from the scene.
After a short while, mom came back. She slipped into the red saree, I couldn’t help but notice how it hugged her body snugly, accentuating her curves in a way that made her look both graceful and alluring. The fabric clung to her waist and highlighted her figure, drawing attention to her breasts and her shapely ass. I felt a mix of admiration and discomfort, aware of the effect it might have on Suresh. But I didn't let my mind perpetuate the imminent bad thoughts.
Once dressed, we headed out. Suresh had planned a delightful day for us, we drove in his fancy car. We visited a local expensive restaurant for breakfast, where Suresh and my mom shared laughter and stories. I started noticing a change in my mom as minutes went by. She was never in this comfortable mood with my dad neither did I ever see it.
However, despite her being comfortable with Suresh, a part of her dictated that she might be going to far in association with Suresh. As we walked through the bustling streets of Pune, Suresh and my mom moved side by side, their chemistry palpable. They looked like a couple, and I felt a twinge of unease.
At the restaurant, Suresh ordered a feast, and we enjoyed the food amidst light-hearted banter. I watched as Suresh occasionally leaned in closer to my mom, his hand brushing against her back, especially her fleshy ass or resting lightly on her arm. Each time, I could see her stiffen slightly, a mix of discomfort and curiosity dancing in her eyes. Seeing this, I thought to myself maybe she is enjoying his company which may be a good thing.
“Mrs. Mehta,” Suresh said, a playful glint in his eyes, “you look absolutely radiant in that saree. I think I made the right choice. I can’t help but think how lucky your husband is.”
She smiled politely looking down, but I could see the conflict in her expression. “Thank you, Suresh. But I’m married, and I shouldn’t be accepting such compliments.”
“Of course, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a little attention,” he replied, his tone teasing her and I could see his hands moving slightly on her thunderous thighs. “Life is too short to be so serious all the time.”
"Ummh...well", my mom changed the story, "this saree is so tight on me Suresh, you definitely didn't made the right choice, hehee", mom said. "Cmon, Mrs Mehta", Suresh said, "a beautiful woman like you should wear this kind of attires
which reveals those natural profile of your body"
Mom replied, "It's just that I have never gotten used to this kind of dressing, I was brought up in a traditional setting you know" "Aah, enough of the traditional narrative", Suresh replied, "you need to feel like a queen. A tight saree is what will turn you into a queen. Your husband is so foolish not to realize what treasure he has and he kept dressing you in those old-fashioned sarees"
Mom remained silent, not to say, perhaps she was taken aback by Suresh's word which planted seeds in her head that made her think that my father wasn't treasuring her at all. Then Suresh asked her, "I'm I right Mrs Mehta?" "Well, I guess you are right, I can't argue with that"
As the day progressed, I noticed my mom gradually relaxing around Suresh. They walked closely, sometimes their hands brushing against each other. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I didn’t want my mom to fall for this charming man, especially since it was only their second meeting. But contrastingly, I was certain that my mom, despite her enjoying time with Suresh, wouldn't go further than this.
The absence of dad which made my mom feel lonely and gloom now evaporated thanks to the presence of Suresh. It seemed that Suresh, with a spark of charm, melted my mom's heart with affection, compliment and attention. He was giving her those three features in equal measure. Suresh was winning my mom over but again I decided to maintain a healthy mind and avoided having bad thoughts in my head.
I took Suresh's association and closeness to my mom as a friendly gesture and nothing else. I think even my mom though the same and I would never think that she can cross her limits. My dad knows that my mom is one person who can be trusted and would never go out of her marriage.
During lunch at a nearby restaurant, I was roaming around enjoying the expensive restaurants. I left mom and Suresh sitting a corner, close to each other. I noticed Suresh leaned in closer, whispering something that made my mom giggle.
“Suresh, stop it,” she said, her voice a mix of laughter and nervousness. “You shouldn't say this kind of things”
“Just trying to make you smile, Mrs. Mehta,” he replied, flashing a grin that made my mom’s heart flutter. I wondered what Suresh whispered to my mom that made her giggle. To me, I was happy that Suresh was making my mom happy and giving her company. If it was not for Suresh, by now, mom would have remained in the house, bored, gloom thinking about dad. But now, Suresh made my mom very happy to the point that she wasn't even thinking about dad.
And talking about dad, while Suresh was talking to mom, she reached over her purse looking for something. She removed her phone and when she gazed at her phone, she seemed a little tensed. "Who's calling?" Suresh inquired. "It's my husband" Mom replied.
Suresh - "Don't pick it up, this is not the right time, he will ruin our time"
I couldn't believe Suresh was talking in that manner. As soon as he said so, mom looked at him with a faint surprise.
Mom - I need to talk to him. He normally calls in at this time of the day to ask about me and Rajeev.
Suresh - Don't worry, you will call him later. Now, just enjoy the time, the day is not yet over.
With that, he slowly took the phone from my mom's hands, kept the phone on silent mode and he inserted it back into her purse. My mom obliged and did nothing. When I saw this, I was confused. But a thought creeped into my mind and I told myself that Suresh was right. He didn't want any interruption or an distraction that would ruin this day where he is taking his colleague's wife out. Again, I chose to think in a favorable way.
As the day wore on, she seemed to forget about my dad. It was as if Suresh had cast a spell over her, drawing her into a world of carefree laughter and friendly flirtation even though my mom didn't really fall for it.
As we made our way back home, I felt a heavy weight in my chest. I didn’t want this to become something more than just a friendly outing. But there was a part of me that could see the joy in my mom’s eyes, a spark that had been missing for so long.
Once we arrived home, Suresh turned to us, his expression hopeful. “Can I spend the night?” he asked, his tone casual yet suggestive. “I’d love to continue our conversations. Mom thought for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly, before she finally said, "Alright, Suresh, you can sleep in the guest room." There was a hint of relief in his eyes, and I could see him nodding gratefully.
After a few minutes, I heard Mom pick up the phone. She was speaking softly, but I could make out my dad's voice on the other end. "Why didn't you pick up when I called?" he asked, a note of concern in his tone.
Mom hesitated for a moment before replying, "Oh, I was just busy in the kitchen, you know how it is." It was a lie, and I could sense it, but I didn't want to pry. I knew she didn’t want Dad to find out that she had spent time with his colleague, Mr. Suresh.
As Mom continued cooking, I noticed Suresh stealing glances at her. She was focused on the stove, stirring a pot of curry, her hair tied back but a few loose strands framing her face. I caught him admiring her figure, the way her curves moved as she reached for the spices on the shelf. It was an awkward moment, and I quickly shifted my gaze elsewhere.
Once we had finished supper, the atmosphere felt lighter. Suresh leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "That was delicious, Mrs. Mehta. You really outdid yourself tonight," he said, his eyes sparkling with genuine appreciation.
"Thank you, Suresh. I’m glad you enjoyed it," Mom replied, a hint of pride in her voice. "I always love cooking for family and friends."
"Well, you should consider opening a restaurant," he joked, and they both laughed.
I felt a bit like an outsider in their conversation, so I decided to excuse myself. "I think I'm going to head to bed now," I said, stretching my arms above my head. "Goodnight!"
"Goodnight, dear," Mom replied, a warm smile on her face. Suresh waved at me, still chuckling about something Mom had said.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of soft rustling. As I walked out of my room, I found Suresh sleeping on the couch. He looked peaceful, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was certain that nothing had happened between him and Mom during the night.
After a quick breakfast, I approached Mom. "Hey, I want to go to my friend’s house for a bit," I said, trying to keep my tone casual.
"Sure, that’s fine," she replied, her eyes focused on the dishes she was washing. "Just be back in time for lunch."
I nodded and left the house, enjoying the fresh air. I spent time with my friend and later when I got tired, I returned at 1.PM for lunch. As I approached our house, I found the door to our house locked. This was unusual for mom to lock the door to our house. She normally leaves the door open whenever she is at home. She only locks it when she heads to the mall.
I normally carry my spare keys so I decided to unlock the door and enter. I just assumed that mom headed off to the mall but again whenever she leaves, she usually tells me but I felt confused. As I entered our house, a strange and eerie oddness was palpable inside our house. And the strange atmosphere was made evident by the sight of untidy nature of our sitting room.
Firstly, I was greeted by the sight of my mom's bra lying on the sofa. It was again unusual for my mom to be untidy in this manner. One trait of my mom which even my dad adored in her was her keen focus on being tidy and neat. She was never untidy of disheveled. However, I just assumed that maybe she was in a hurry to go to the mall so I didn't take anything serious.
However, when I made further steps while still analyzing the untidiness of the house, I was greeted by another sight of Sir Suresh's white shirt, just meters away from my mom's bra. Now this sight perplexed me profoundly. Questions started lingering inside my head as I tried to put my thoughts in order. Why would my mom's pink bra and Sir Suresh's white shirt be scattered untidily around the sitting room? Did both of them just rush out frantically? Or what happened.
I casted my eyes towards the left side of the sitting room and I saw the keys to our house, which mom usually carries, lying on the table. This assured me that mom is still in the house and probably Sir Suresh too because I saw his boots placed under the sofa. "Mom!", I called out trying to decipher where she could be. As I called her, I walked slowly towards the kitchen and checked inside but mom nor Suresh was in there. I called out once more, "Mom!" as I made my way towards her bedroom.
Just before I called out for the third time, I heard the sound of my mom from the bedroom saying "Rajeev, beta, wait, I am coming." Her voice sounded as if she was gulping or eating something. "Ok mom, I am hungry, please hurry", I replied. I headed back to the sitting room, caught the remote and turned on the TV to watch cartoon. Just then, I saw my mom quickly exiting the bedroom as if she was afraid of something. This sight again added to the already abundant confusing that stupefied my head.
Why? As mom approached me in the sitting room, she was quicky wearing a new black blouse, she was tucking her firm fleshy breasts within her blouse, not even the blouse could manage those two huge mountains of pleasure. From my thinking, she was initially naked only on the top part of her body, i.e her breast upto her navel. But the rest the body was covered.
Secondly, I noticed droplets resting on her forehead which signified that she was sweating slightly.
I wondered why mom is sweating at this time of the hour during noon time. What difficult task could she be doing that made her sweat? Thirdly, her lips stick was smeared untidily around the top and bottom areas of her lips. The smear further reached her puffy cheeks and some streak of her lipstick were smeared across her nose. She appeared like a Joker or those circus men in shows.
Fourthly, her hair was a total mess, it was disheveled and unkept. My mom totally looked different from when I left her. When I left for my friend's house, I left her tidy, organized and neat but now, she looks a mess. I wondered what is going on. I had frequent questions than answers. Then finally, i noticed something which even made my day more confused than ever.
All around her face, specifically, her forehead, there was this thick, white and gooey substance cascading down from her face towards her neck. I didn't immediately recognize what it was but I was decidedly certain that it was not her usual makeup or cosmetic lotions. Moreover, whenever she applied makeup, she usually applied it perfectly to the point that she used to glow.
Additionally, the gooey substance was also patched on her hands, and that gooey substance was making her hands slippery and she was trying to dry it off using her blouse.
"Back already?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, though she tried to smile
"Yeah, I just went to see if Rahul was home," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "What about you mom, what is that substance on your cheeks and forehead?" This question made my mom uneasy. Her hands slightly continued to tremble trying to think what she was going to answer. But before she uttered a word of reply to me, I saw Sir Suresh, who was exiting my mom's bedroom, coming towards the sitting room. I noticed that he was buckling up his belt and trying to fix his trouser.
He was shirtless, sweating and also more calm in contrast to how my mom was trembling. Sir Suresh walked towards the awkward silence that was left between me and mom and he walked in with a lot of confidence and his face appeared as if he was satisfied with something that happened earlier.
He immediately answered, “Hey, kiddo!” Suresh’s voice broke the awkward silence. He turned toward me, his smile too wide to be natural. “You came back so early, did you play with your friend?”
I hesitated, glancing between him and Mom. “Uh, yeah, it’s fine.” “That’s great!” He stepped closer, his tone exaggeratedly cheerful, as though he was trying too hard to put me at ease. By now mom already wore her blouse and she was now collecting the plates which were left over on the table.
Sir Suresh then came to mom's rescue about the question I asked about the gooey substance on her head. He answered, "Beta, you see that milky substance that you cascading from your mom's hands and forehead, that is just a yoghurt that spilled over her face as I tried helping her with some luggage inside her bedroom"
As he said this, he looked towards my mom with a naughty smile but my mom never reciprocated. "Right Mrs Mehta?", he asked mom. "Ah....ye...yes that's correct", mom answered although she hesitated, "the yoghurt which accidentally spilled over my face." Then still with the confusion on my head, I just said, "Ooh I see" “Well, that’s the spirit!” Sir Suresh chuckled, ruffling my hair like I was a little kid. “You’re gonna grow up to make your parents really proud, I can tell.”
Mom then told me, "Beta, have some food which is in the fridge, I will be heading to the mall" "Ok mom", I answered as my hunger propelled me to the kitchen leaving mom and Sir Suresh in the sitting room. As I reached the kitchen, the thoughts grew wider and wider with multiple unanswered questioned floating.
All the while, I noticed that mom was not happy, she seemed as she was disgusted by something but I couldn't tell what it was because I wasn't at home. I took a wild guess and told myself that maybe Sir Suresh deliberately SPILLED the YOGHURT on mom's face which made her angry. But those thoughts were not really a bother for me.
I came back to the sititng room and found mom standing at the sitting room with him. Mom cleared her throat, her gaze darting toward the clock on the wall. “Suresh, I think you should be heading back. You’ve been here long enough.”
“Ah, yes, of course,” he said quickly, grabbing his shirt from the sofa and slipping it on. He turned to me one last time, his tone still overly friendly. “Take care, champ. And remember, listen to your mom, okay? She’s the boss of the house!”
I gave a weak nod, watching as he made his way to the door. He paused briefly to say something to Mom in a low voice, but I couldn’t catch the words. Then he was gone, leaving behind a strange silence. After he left, I just wanted to ask mom what was Sir Suresh helping her with.
“Mom, what was Sir Suresh helping you with?” I asked cautiously.
She stiffened, her back turned to me as she pretended to busy herself with tidying up the table. “He...he came to drop off some papers for your dad. Work stuff. Nothing important.”
Her tone was sharp, almost dismissive. I didn’t press further, but the unease lingered. Something had happened, something she didn’t want me to know. But I didn't care enough because bad thoughts were not lingering on my head. "You want to watch a movie?" Mom changed the subject because she thought that if she didn't change the subject, then I would ask her other uneasy questions like, "Why was your hair untidy?" "Why were you wearing a new blouse and why did Sir Suresh coming out from the bedroom with no shirt on?"
I answered, "Yes mom, I wanna watch a movie" "Then sit", she said. I sat down and she selected an action movie for me to watch and she headed off to the bedroom. "Beta, I'm going to take a small nap ok?" "Ok mom" I answered. But something told me that something was still amiss from all this situation that happened. Things are not adding up. Because I questioned why all of a sudden is she going to take a nap and yet it was unusual for her to take naps during the day?
SECOND PART COMING SOON........ STAY TUNED......WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK SO FAR ABOUT THE THIS REAL STORY THAT HAPPENED?
The next morning, I was jolted awake by the sound of laughter coming from the living room. Curious, I tiptoed out of my room and found Suresh sitting on the couch, animatedly chatting with my mom. She was laughing, her cheeks flushed with a warmth I hadn’t seen in a long time. I thought to myself, he came to our house already?
“Good morning!” Suresh called out, noticing me. “I hope you’re ready for an adventure today!”
“What do you mean?” I asked, still rubbing the sleep from my eyes.
“I’ve got a surprise for both of you!” He grinned, clearly excited. “I thought we could go out for breakfast and then do a little shopping. Mrs. Mehta, I even brought you something special.” Mom was astonished by this, she yelped, "Ooh really?"
With that, he pulled out a beautifully wrapped package from behind the couch. My mom’s eyes widened, and she hesitated as he handed it to her. “Oh, Suresh, you shouldn’t have,” she said, her voice a mix of surprise and discomfort.
“Just open it!” he urged, his enthusiasm infectious.
Mom carefully unwrapped the package, her hands trembling from the guilt of receiving a gift from another man, she took out and revealed a stunning saree in vibrant hues of deep blue and gold. It was elegant yet daring, designed to accentuate curves. But as she held it up, a wave of hesitation washed over her. “I can’t accept this. It’s… it’s not right for another man to buy me clothes,” she stammered, her cheeks flushing again.
Suresh stepped closer, his tone softening. “Mrs. Mehta, it’s just a saree. Think of it as a token of friendship. You deserve to feel beautiful.”
After a moment’s pause, my mom sighed, the allure of the saree too tempting to resist. “Alright, but just this once,” she finally relented, her voice barely above a whisper. "Go get dressed Mrs Mehta", Suresh instructed her. Mom woke up and headed off to her bedroom. Her bouncy ass was dancing inside her saree and from the look of her ass, it was clear that she wasn't wearing a panty. Suresh glued his eyes on her big ass until mom disappeared from the scene.
After a short while, mom came back. She slipped into the red saree, I couldn’t help but notice how it hugged her body snugly, accentuating her curves in a way that made her look both graceful and alluring. The fabric clung to her waist and highlighted her figure, drawing attention to her breasts and her shapely ass. I felt a mix of admiration and discomfort, aware of the effect it might have on Suresh. But I didn't let my mind perpetuate the imminent bad thoughts.
Once dressed, we headed out. Suresh had planned a delightful day for us, we drove in his fancy car. We visited a local expensive restaurant for breakfast, where Suresh and my mom shared laughter and stories. I started noticing a change in my mom as minutes went by. She was never in this comfortable mood with my dad neither did I ever see it.
However, despite her being comfortable with Suresh, a part of her dictated that she might be going to far in association with Suresh. As we walked through the bustling streets of Pune, Suresh and my mom moved side by side, their chemistry palpable. They looked like a couple, and I felt a twinge of unease.
At the restaurant, Suresh ordered a feast, and we enjoyed the food amidst light-hearted banter. I watched as Suresh occasionally leaned in closer to my mom, his hand brushing against her back, especially her fleshy ass or resting lightly on her arm. Each time, I could see her stiffen slightly, a mix of discomfort and curiosity dancing in her eyes. Seeing this, I thought to myself maybe she is enjoying his company which may be a good thing.
“Mrs. Mehta,” Suresh said, a playful glint in his eyes, “you look absolutely radiant in that saree. I think I made the right choice. I can’t help but think how lucky your husband is.”
She smiled politely looking down, but I could see the conflict in her expression. “Thank you, Suresh. But I’m married, and I shouldn’t be accepting such compliments.”
“Of course, but that doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy a little attention,” he replied, his tone teasing her and I could see his hands moving slightly on her thunderous thighs. “Life is too short to be so serious all the time.”
"Ummh...well", my mom changed the story, "this saree is so tight on me Suresh, you definitely didn't made the right choice, hehee", mom said. "Cmon, Mrs Mehta", Suresh said, "a beautiful woman like you should wear this kind of attires
which reveals those natural profile of your body"
Mom replied, "It's just that I have never gotten used to this kind of dressing, I was brought up in a traditional setting you know" "Aah, enough of the traditional narrative", Suresh replied, "you need to feel like a queen. A tight saree is what will turn you into a queen. Your husband is so foolish not to realize what treasure he has and he kept dressing you in those old-fashioned sarees"
Mom remained silent, not to say, perhaps she was taken aback by Suresh's word which planted seeds in her head that made her think that my father wasn't treasuring her at all. Then Suresh asked her, "I'm I right Mrs Mehta?" "Well, I guess you are right, I can't argue with that"
As the day progressed, I noticed my mom gradually relaxing around Suresh. They walked closely, sometimes their hands brushing against each other. I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I didn’t want my mom to fall for this charming man, especially since it was only their second meeting. But contrastingly, I was certain that my mom, despite her enjoying time with Suresh, wouldn't go further than this.
The absence of dad which made my mom feel lonely and gloom now evaporated thanks to the presence of Suresh. It seemed that Suresh, with a spark of charm, melted my mom's heart with affection, compliment and attention. He was giving her those three features in equal measure. Suresh was winning my mom over but again I decided to maintain a healthy mind and avoided having bad thoughts in my head.
I took Suresh's association and closeness to my mom as a friendly gesture and nothing else. I think even my mom though the same and I would never think that she can cross her limits. My dad knows that my mom is one person who can be trusted and would never go out of her marriage.
During lunch at a nearby restaurant, I was roaming around enjoying the expensive restaurants. I left mom and Suresh sitting a corner, close to each other. I noticed Suresh leaned in closer, whispering something that made my mom giggle.
“Suresh, stop it,” she said, her voice a mix of laughter and nervousness. “You shouldn't say this kind of things”
“Just trying to make you smile, Mrs. Mehta,” he replied, flashing a grin that made my mom’s heart flutter. I wondered what Suresh whispered to my mom that made her giggle. To me, I was happy that Suresh was making my mom happy and giving her company. If it was not for Suresh, by now, mom would have remained in the house, bored, gloom thinking about dad. But now, Suresh made my mom very happy to the point that she wasn't even thinking about dad.
And talking about dad, while Suresh was talking to mom, she reached over her purse looking for something. She removed her phone and when she gazed at her phone, she seemed a little tensed. "Who's calling?" Suresh inquired. "It's my husband" Mom replied.
Suresh - "Don't pick it up, this is not the right time, he will ruin our time"
I couldn't believe Suresh was talking in that manner. As soon as he said so, mom looked at him with a faint surprise.
Mom - I need to talk to him. He normally calls in at this time of the day to ask about me and Rajeev.
Suresh - Don't worry, you will call him later. Now, just enjoy the time, the day is not yet over.
With that, he slowly took the phone from my mom's hands, kept the phone on silent mode and he inserted it back into her purse. My mom obliged and did nothing. When I saw this, I was confused. But a thought creeped into my mind and I told myself that Suresh was right. He didn't want any interruption or an distraction that would ruin this day where he is taking his colleague's wife out. Again, I chose to think in a favorable way.
As the day wore on, she seemed to forget about my dad. It was as if Suresh had cast a spell over her, drawing her into a world of carefree laughter and friendly flirtation even though my mom didn't really fall for it.
As we made our way back home, I felt a heavy weight in my chest. I didn’t want this to become something more than just a friendly outing. But there was a part of me that could see the joy in my mom’s eyes, a spark that had been missing for so long.
Once we arrived home, Suresh turned to us, his expression hopeful. “Can I spend the night?” he asked, his tone casual yet suggestive. “I’d love to continue our conversations. Mom thought for a moment, her brow furrowing slightly, before she finally said, "Alright, Suresh, you can sleep in the guest room." There was a hint of relief in his eyes, and I could see him nodding gratefully.
After a few minutes, I heard Mom pick up the phone. She was speaking softly, but I could make out my dad's voice on the other end. "Why didn't you pick up when I called?" he asked, a note of concern in his tone.
Mom hesitated for a moment before replying, "Oh, I was just busy in the kitchen, you know how it is." It was a lie, and I could sense it, but I didn't want to pry. I knew she didn’t want Dad to find out that she had spent time with his colleague, Mr. Suresh.
As Mom continued cooking, I noticed Suresh stealing glances at her. She was focused on the stove, stirring a pot of curry, her hair tied back but a few loose strands framing her face. I caught him admiring her figure, the way her curves moved as she reached for the spices on the shelf. It was an awkward moment, and I quickly shifted my gaze elsewhere.
Once we had finished supper, the atmosphere felt lighter. Suresh leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile on his face. "That was delicious, Mrs. Mehta. You really outdid yourself tonight," he said, his eyes sparkling with genuine appreciation.
"Thank you, Suresh. I’m glad you enjoyed it," Mom replied, a hint of pride in her voice. "I always love cooking for family and friends."
"Well, you should consider opening a restaurant," he joked, and they both laughed.
I felt a bit like an outsider in their conversation, so I decided to excuse myself. "I think I'm going to head to bed now," I said, stretching my arms above my head. "Goodnight!"
"Goodnight, dear," Mom replied, a warm smile on her face. Suresh waved at me, still chuckling about something Mom had said.
The next morning, I woke up to the sound of soft rustling. As I walked out of my room, I found Suresh sleeping on the couch. He looked peaceful, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was certain that nothing had happened between him and Mom during the night.
After a quick breakfast, I approached Mom. "Hey, I want to go to my friend’s house for a bit," I said, trying to keep my tone casual.
"Sure, that’s fine," she replied, her eyes focused on the dishes she was washing. "Just be back in time for lunch."
I nodded and left the house, enjoying the fresh air. I spent time with my friend and later when I got tired, I returned at 1.PM for lunch. As I approached our house, I found the door to our house locked. This was unusual for mom to lock the door to our house. She normally leaves the door open whenever she is at home. She only locks it when she heads to the mall.
I normally carry my spare keys so I decided to unlock the door and enter. I just assumed that mom headed off to the mall but again whenever she leaves, she usually tells me but I felt confused. As I entered our house, a strange and eerie oddness was palpable inside our house. And the strange atmosphere was made evident by the sight of untidy nature of our sitting room.
Firstly, I was greeted by the sight of my mom's bra lying on the sofa. It was again unusual for my mom to be untidy in this manner. One trait of my mom which even my dad adored in her was her keen focus on being tidy and neat. She was never untidy of disheveled. However, I just assumed that maybe she was in a hurry to go to the mall so I didn't take anything serious.
However, when I made further steps while still analyzing the untidiness of the house, I was greeted by another sight of Sir Suresh's white shirt, just meters away from my mom's bra. Now this sight perplexed me profoundly. Questions started lingering inside my head as I tried to put my thoughts in order. Why would my mom's pink bra and Sir Suresh's white shirt be scattered untidily around the sitting room? Did both of them just rush out frantically? Or what happened.
I casted my eyes towards the left side of the sitting room and I saw the keys to our house, which mom usually carries, lying on the table. This assured me that mom is still in the house and probably Sir Suresh too because I saw his boots placed under the sofa. "Mom!", I called out trying to decipher where she could be. As I called her, I walked slowly towards the kitchen and checked inside but mom nor Suresh was in there. I called out once more, "Mom!" as I made my way towards her bedroom.
Just before I called out for the third time, I heard the sound of my mom from the bedroom saying "Rajeev, beta, wait, I am coming." Her voice sounded as if she was gulping or eating something. "Ok mom, I am hungry, please hurry", I replied. I headed back to the sitting room, caught the remote and turned on the TV to watch cartoon. Just then, I saw my mom quickly exiting the bedroom as if she was afraid of something. This sight again added to the already abundant confusing that stupefied my head.
Why? As mom approached me in the sitting room, she was quicky wearing a new black blouse, she was tucking her firm fleshy breasts within her blouse, not even the blouse could manage those two huge mountains of pleasure. From my thinking, she was initially naked only on the top part of her body, i.e her breast upto her navel. But the rest the body was covered.
Secondly, I noticed droplets resting on her forehead which signified that she was sweating slightly.
I wondered why mom is sweating at this time of the hour during noon time. What difficult task could she be doing that made her sweat? Thirdly, her lips stick was smeared untidily around the top and bottom areas of her lips. The smear further reached her puffy cheeks and some streak of her lipstick were smeared across her nose. She appeared like a Joker or those circus men in shows.
Fourthly, her hair was a total mess, it was disheveled and unkept. My mom totally looked different from when I left her. When I left for my friend's house, I left her tidy, organized and neat but now, she looks a mess. I wondered what is going on. I had frequent questions than answers. Then finally, i noticed something which even made my day more confused than ever.
All around her face, specifically, her forehead, there was this thick, white and gooey substance cascading down from her face towards her neck. I didn't immediately recognize what it was but I was decidedly certain that it was not her usual makeup or cosmetic lotions. Moreover, whenever she applied makeup, she usually applied it perfectly to the point that she used to glow.
Additionally, the gooey substance was also patched on her hands, and that gooey substance was making her hands slippery and she was trying to dry it off using her blouse.
"Back already?" she asked, her voice trembling slightly, though she tried to smile
"Yeah, I just went to see if Rahul was home," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "What about you mom, what is that substance on your cheeks and forehead?" This question made my mom uneasy. Her hands slightly continued to tremble trying to think what she was going to answer. But before she uttered a word of reply to me, I saw Sir Suresh, who was exiting my mom's bedroom, coming towards the sitting room. I noticed that he was buckling up his belt and trying to fix his trouser.
He was shirtless, sweating and also more calm in contrast to how my mom was trembling. Sir Suresh walked towards the awkward silence that was left between me and mom and he walked in with a lot of confidence and his face appeared as if he was satisfied with something that happened earlier.
He immediately answered, “Hey, kiddo!” Suresh’s voice broke the awkward silence. He turned toward me, his smile too wide to be natural. “You came back so early, did you play with your friend?”
I hesitated, glancing between him and Mom. “Uh, yeah, it’s fine.” “That’s great!” He stepped closer, his tone exaggeratedly cheerful, as though he was trying too hard to put me at ease. By now mom already wore her blouse and she was now collecting the plates which were left over on the table.
Sir Suresh then came to mom's rescue about the question I asked about the gooey substance on her head. He answered, "Beta, you see that milky substance that you cascading from your mom's hands and forehead, that is just a yoghurt that spilled over her face as I tried helping her with some luggage inside her bedroom"
As he said this, he looked towards my mom with a naughty smile but my mom never reciprocated. "Right Mrs Mehta?", he asked mom. "Ah....ye...yes that's correct", mom answered although she hesitated, "the yoghurt which accidentally spilled over my face." Then still with the confusion on my head, I just said, "Ooh I see" “Well, that’s the spirit!” Sir Suresh chuckled, ruffling my hair like I was a little kid. “You’re gonna grow up to make your parents really proud, I can tell.”
Mom then told me, "Beta, have some food which is in the fridge, I will be heading to the mall" "Ok mom", I answered as my hunger propelled me to the kitchen leaving mom and Sir Suresh in the sitting room. As I reached the kitchen, the thoughts grew wider and wider with multiple unanswered questioned floating.
All the while, I noticed that mom was not happy, she seemed as she was disgusted by something but I couldn't tell what it was because I wasn't at home. I took a wild guess and told myself that maybe Sir Suresh deliberately SPILLED the YOGHURT on mom's face which made her angry. But those thoughts were not really a bother for me.
I came back to the sititng room and found mom standing at the sitting room with him. Mom cleared her throat, her gaze darting toward the clock on the wall. “Suresh, I think you should be heading back. You’ve been here long enough.”
“Ah, yes, of course,” he said quickly, grabbing his shirt from the sofa and slipping it on. He turned to me one last time, his tone still overly friendly. “Take care, champ. And remember, listen to your mom, okay? She’s the boss of the house!”
I gave a weak nod, watching as he made his way to the door. He paused briefly to say something to Mom in a low voice, but I couldn’t catch the words. Then he was gone, leaving behind a strange silence. After he left, I just wanted to ask mom what was Sir Suresh helping her with.
“Mom, what was Sir Suresh helping you with?” I asked cautiously.
She stiffened, her back turned to me as she pretended to busy herself with tidying up the table. “He...he came to drop off some papers for your dad. Work stuff. Nothing important.”
Her tone was sharp, almost dismissive. I didn’t press further, but the unease lingered. Something had happened, something she didn’t want me to know. But I didn't care enough because bad thoughts were not lingering on my head. "You want to watch a movie?" Mom changed the subject because she thought that if she didn't change the subject, then I would ask her other uneasy questions like, "Why was your hair untidy?" "Why were you wearing a new blouse and why did Sir Suresh coming out from the bedroom with no shirt on?"
I answered, "Yes mom, I wanna watch a movie" "Then sit", she said. I sat down and she selected an action movie for me to watch and she headed off to the bedroom. "Beta, I'm going to take a small nap ok?" "Ok mom" I answered. But something told me that something was still amiss from all this situation that happened. Things are not adding up. Because I questioned why all of a sudden is she going to take a nap and yet it was unusual for her to take naps during the day?
SECOND PART COMING SOON........ STAY TUNED......WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK SO FAR ABOUT THE THIS REAL STORY THAT HAPPENED?
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