It was an ordinary day in the bustling city of Mumbai. Sun had set, casting an orange glow over the sky as night began to take hold. In a modest apartment building resided (using fake names) Mr. & Mrs. Sharma along with their two children, I & Priya (sister).
I had celebrated my 20th birthday that week & i was in college. We lived simple life, studying hard during the day while spending time with my girlfriend, Ayesha, at night. My younger sister, Priya, still in senior secondary.
As i grew older, so did my curiosity & fascination towards women's bodies. It began with i noticing a change in my own desires & fantasies. thoughts would often drift to forbidden territory – my mother. i couldn't help but sneak glances at her whenever she bent over or changed clothes.
One evening as She prepared dinner, i caught a glimpse of her cleavage when she leaned forward to check on the boiling pot. Suddenly, i felt a rush of warmth spread through & looked away quickly, embarrassed by my thoughts.
