Priyanka - Indian MILF

P.S. The more sexy images are at the bottom of this chapter.

Yes, that's my mom, Priyanka. She's sexy, yet cultured. On any given day, men would admire her beauty in the markets, the apartment complex or even out in the streets. It was a source of pride for me, knowing that Mom was so pretty, yet her modest attire would ensure that the world would fail to see even a glimpse of what truly lay underneath. It was how things were supposed to be.

Mom rarely wore anything other than her sarees, even to work. Yet while modern girls pranced around in sheer fabrics and bra tops, calling them sarees, Mom always ensured her bust and midriff was always thoroughly covered. I had nothing to worry about when it came to my mom.

Not even Jeremy.

Ever since my father died, Mom started working in Jeremy's father's restaurant to ensure we could keep a roof over our heads. I usually wouldn't have worried given that Mom was so modest, but Jeremy was known for his less-than-subtle gropes and sexual harassment of the women around him. He even once said that more modest and cultured ladies were more fun to harass. But finally, I could sigh a breath of relief.

Jeremy had left his father's restaurant and had been gone for months. I was convinced that Jeremy was finally out of my - and mom's - life.

I couldn't have been more incorrect.

Remember those photos from above? The ones in which Mom's body is a mystery wrapped in drapes of silk? Now check the photo below:

Yep, that's Mom after Jeremy reentered our lives. That pallu (the sheer drape that's not supposed to be sheer) isn't doing much anymore. Also, that's about the highest level of modesty that I'd see from my mom after that point.

Want to know how Jeremy managed to do this to my mom? Keep reading to find out.