” Mom, forcing him back, “no, let’s go to room. I have one surprise for you.” Rakesh, with surprised eyes, “what?” Mom held his hand and g...t him inside room, and just locked the door. She had put on the music system on low sound, so I couldn’t get disturb or rather she doesn’t want any interruption from outside. She was wearing bright yellow saree and low-cut blouse. Inside yellow bra and yellow panty. She was looking gorgeous and beautiful like an angel. Her belly and stomach part was shining. You would think that this type of behavior would make him a super nerd, a target of ridicule from all of the other students. It was because of his good looks and his sense of humor that the guys in school gave him a pass, and the girls wanted to go out with him. His mother had taught him how to dance at an early age and John never had any trouble getting a date for school dances.Although he was a late bloomer, John did not shy away from the opposite sex. He had the expected father and son talk. They’d go out on their routes, knowing they had a delivery to New Hope, but never remembered actually going there, but all their forms and such were signed, and the accounts were always paid. Money never changed hands within the town, as we lived in a cooperative type of economy, but we always had plenty of cash to buy what we couldn’t make. No, we didn’t whip it up with a spell, or create gold, but we did sell a few things from our local craftsmen, furniture and such, and they bring premium. She locked the loo door, removed her pantyhose and panties together and threw them in the laundry basket. She sat on the pan and as she urinated, contemplated what she had seen, but more pertinently, her surprising reaction to it. She had known for a few years that Martin masturbated, she had found evidence such as dried semen stains and soiled tissues when cleaning his room. What little research see was able to do on discovering the fact told her not to intervene, that it would probably be.