Adultery Beloved Mother

[your_harem_manager]

Father struggled upright, face brightened. "Rakesh-ji! What honor!" Rakesh’s pressed kurta strained over his belly as he bent to touch Father’s feet in mock respect. I saw the bulge twitch in his loose trousers when he straightened quickly hidden behind the bouquet.

"Your boy neglects his work," Rakesh sighed, perching on our only chair. The wood groaned under him. "Family duty, I understand, but bills don’t wait." His gaze slid to Mother shuffling forward with tea. Her knuckles whitened around the tray when his fingers "accidentally" grazed hers taking the cup.