I was sitting in my room, engrossed in my favorite video game, when I heard a soft knock on my door. I paused the game and turned around to see my mother, Nidhi, standing in the doorway. She was dressed in a traditional Indian sari, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders. Her dark eyes met mine, and I felt a sudden surge of desire course through my body.
"Ronav, beta," she said softly, "I need your help in the kitchen. Your father is out of town, and I have no one else to ask."
I nodded, trying to hide the excitement in my voice. "Of course, Ma. I'll be right there."
I followed her to the kitchen, my eyes glued to her swaying hips. She was a strict mother, always demanding the best from me, but I couldn't help but find her attractive. As we worked together in the kitch
