The hair, the posture of her body, it was just my mother,” I thought. But I could not stop trusting my devastated mother either.Kunal broke the kiss...with my mother, and with a devilish grin, tried to rip open the buttons of her shirt, managing to break the top three buttons. The screen for a second showed my mother’s cleavage, that had just been forced out of her shirt.I gasped. It was the first time I had seen my mother’s cleavage. I could not believe I had seen it alongside at-least another. It happened around 2 years back at the place where I work. As the company was growing, our workload grew tremendously. Seeing this, we were offered new recruits to work under us and train them well. I was allotted two new interns – one of them was Vaishali (heroine of this story).The day she came to my cubicle I was stunned, she was an amazing looking Gujarati girl in her late twenties; very fair, height around 5’7″ with assets 36-28-34. I was speechless looking at her.She was wearing a red. She was a strong person, someone who had more than her shares of hardships in life but someone who rarely complained. She was still a young woman, only 32, and still young to be hopeful that happiness could still be found in her life. With her sparkling eyes, golden blond hair, and good figure men found her attractive. She had no trouble finding suitors, but she always managed to end up with the wrong guy. He watched his mom as she dozed. She was beautiful even without makeup and with mussed. Fortunately her garage apartment is away from her parents’ house. She stands now by her small window and lets the cold air grab on to her nipples and bottom. Her fingers again feel the blond tangle between her thighs that is still warm, to wake it up and to lazily remember last night. Over the new galvanized iron fence it’s still dark and grey in her neighbor’s yard. As half-expected, the old man pushes his backdoor open with a metallic creak. Still in his thick dressing gown and slippers,.