This is a story of what happened when I was 20 years old, I'm Karan, I'd just finished my graduation and landed a job in bangalore during the dot com boom. I was born and brought up in Bombay, a single child of a single mom(Priya), who separated from her husband while she was expecting me. She was only 20 when she had me. Initially it was tough on her but she managed getting into the hospitality industry and did pretty well for herself. As she was working all the time I was sent to a boarding school near Lonavla at age 8 and here I completed my schooling.
Now because my mother was a PR consultant in the hospitality industry, she really took great care of herself, gymming, walking , yoga the works. She had a beautiful face and fair complexion as she was a descendant of a punjabi dad and an Assamese mom. She was slim fit with nice size firm tits, flat tummy and a perfectly sculptured ass. Even at 40 she could be passed of as being in her mid 20s. I was quite used to my boarding school friends comments on how hot she was, which I grew up with practically.
Now coming back to bangalore, I had just shifted and gotten myself a two bedroom apartment, as I was financially independent, my mom decided to give her self a break from work , she had ample savings and decided she'd like to spend some time with me in bangalore.
In a couple of weeks my mom managed to send me a live in cook from Bombay, thank god for small mercies, I was having a terrible time with the part time cooks in bangalore with the language barrier. Anyway Suresh (who was probably a couple of years older than me)the cook was Glad to come to bangalore as he had a cousin here working close to my apartment.
A couple of weeks later my mom decided to come and spend some time in bangalore, I was more than happy to have her over, as I'd hardly met her in over a year, as I got placement here just after my exams.
With the small age difference between us and my mom's attitude which is closer to what she looks than her actual age, she always treated me more as a friend than a son. The first week was super fun, I took her to various restaurants and pubs in town, went shopping and life was going on as normal.
Now i first started suspecting something was wrong, was the way she was dressing up at home, which i'd never seen before especially with Suresh around, for example, in hot tight short shorts or micro mini skirts and tight tops with a lacy bra and thong, which were both quite visible. The other thing which I started noticing was that every evening when I would be coming back from work Suresh's cousin Raju would be leaving the building, that was strange because in the first whole month while Suresh was here he came only 1 Sunday to meet him, therefore I recognised him.
Also every time I entered the flat she was in the shower, it didn't matter weather I came home early late or my usual time. Also a couple of time's when I entered the kitchen and they both were there I noticed her shorts were riding up her ass, like someone had given her a wedgie and was playing with that perfect ass or the shorts had become too tight. I suspected there was something definitely fishy.