The hand roamed over her breasts, tucked safely into her basque, traced the contours of her body, slid over her hips caressing her butt cheeks cool ha...ds, rough to the touch, workers hands. Her dark world a dizzy mix of thoughts and emotions loving the touch of her soon to be tormentor, fear of the pain she knew would soon follow, wondering who these hands belonged too....She imagined her partner lounging in his deck chair, watching; was he naked, his tool in his hand, loving the whole. I'm going to grab a quick shower and change." Mom headed inside with me following.I went up to my room and sluiced down and put on clean gear all the while thinking of Mom being naked in her room. The urge to charge downstairs and invade her room was almost too much to resist but somehow I managed.When we finally met in the kitchen I found Mom to be wearing a light flowery summer dress and sandals. Presumably she also had on a bra and panties but whatever she looked very attractive, refreshed. The underwear had pained her greatly. It was swimwear - of a somewhat unusual sort. The kind of thing some bimbo on the make might wear in order to entice some sad bastard of a rich, but not very attractive, man. Her flesh had literally crept as she had put these items on. With loathing and disgust she had looked in the mirror at her obscenely attired body, seeing some caricature of herself staring back at her. What people will do to be rich!After making herself up, she then turned to the three. Sejal: Son, come here for a minute, please.Myself: Yes, mother.Sejal: Why didn’t you go to your tuition classes and exactly what were you doing peeping outside Mr Patel’s house a while ago?Myself: Oh well, father had called you 10 times on your mobile phone. You were not here to pick up the call, so I picked up his 11th phone call. He wanted to speak to you urgently on some matter.Sejal (speaking nervously): What did you tell him? Did you tell him that I was at Mr Patel’s house?Myself: As I.