“I understand. You don’t have to call me mom if you don’t want to. No one’s forcing you,” I said.“Okay, Ramya. I want to confess something...to you,” he said.“Sure, what’s it?” I asked.“I’m your follower on Instagram for a long time. I’m a fan of your tik tok videos,” he said.“Oh, you are?” I asked.Yes, I have a lot of followers on Instagram. I was worried about finding out he’s my follower. Except for my nipples and clit, I’ve shown every other part in my Instagram profile. And my tik tok. Phir aunty nee mujhe sarbat diya aur kaha beta kaise hoooo aur ghar mai saab kaise hai maine kaha thek hai aunty aap kaise hai. Wo bhi boli beta mai bhi thek hu aur phir wo didi se boli mai nahane jaa rahe hu aur nahane chale gae phr uss keee baad didi ne kaha ki rahul abhi mujhe yeh mile hai tum inko lee jaoo bake baad mai dhoodh kee dee dunge.Phir aase hiii kuch din chalta raha mera unkii ghar mai maana jaana badta raha. Phir ek din shilpa didi kaa phone aaya ki rahul mere computer mai bohoot. ).“Can’t you behave more like your friend Rahul? He’s always attentive in class.” said Monica not realizing that Aman was too busy staring at her breasts.“Ha-ha! You are so mistaken…He only stares at your breasts. He has told me all about his perverted fantasies with you.” thought Aman smiling slightly. He knew exactly what went in Rahul’s mind during classes.“Why are you so tired this week? Don’t you get enough rest at home?”“Ahem…Well Ma’am. My bhaiya is out of town and you see…err…I have to. I found that I was smiling at her andreaching out. I needed to touch my mother and feel her warmth.And yet, if this was my mother, who was Margaret Backhouse? Cultured,elegant, distant Margaret Backhouse? It was only when Donna smiled andI remembered laughing with her only just yesterday, or so it seemed.We had gone together to Maisie's Cut and Curl Salon to have our hairdone. I was going out that night, with my boyfriend Shiloh. Thesememories were coming back. The party. Then.