My Mom and The Young Neighbour Boy – Part 01 – Text Stories

Solomon, a 21-year-old Malayalam young man, moved in next door. His dusky complexion and chiseled features made him irresistible. His rugged jawline, striking black eyes, and captivating smile won over many hearts.

My mom, Kalpana, a stunning 30-year-old, caught his attention. Her slim figure, measuring 34-32-38, was accentuated by elegant saris that hugged her curves. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, framing her heart-shaped face.

As Solomon settled into his new home, their paths crossed frequently. At first, they exchanged pleasantries while fetching water at the tap. My mom’s warm smile and sparkling brown eyes drew Solomon in.

As evenings grew longer, they’d sit on the porch, sipping coffee together. Solomon’s gaze would linger on my mom’s face, admiring her beauty. Their conversations were brief, but the air was charged with attraction.

As nights deepened, they’d stand at the gate, lost in conversation. Solomon’s eyes would lock onto my mom’s, and time would stand still. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them.

One fateful night, as my dad left for work, their whispers grew softer. The air was electric with anticipation. I felt a flutter in my chest, unsure what would unfold.

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As the nights went by, Solomon and my mom’s conversations grew longer. They’d stand at the gate, sharing stories and laughter, their eyes locking in a way that made my heart flutter.

Though they never touched, the air between them vibrated with tension. Solomon’s gaze would linger on my mom’s face, and she’d blush, her cheeks glowing like moonlit roses.

Their words hung in the air, a gentle dance of connection. They’d talk about everything and nothing, their voices entwining like the branches of two trees.

I’d watch from my window, mesmerized by the unspoken understanding between them. They were two souls, bound by an invisible thread, drawing closer with each passing night.

One evening, as the stars twinkled above, Solomon turned to my mom with a curious expression. “Kalpana, may I ask you something?”

My mom’s heart skipped a beat. “Of course, Solomon.”

“What’s your favorite memory?” Solomon’s voice was low, intimate.

My mom’s eyes sparkled. “My wedding day. Your family was there, and it felt like the whole world celebrated our love.”

Solomon’s gaze softened. “That’s beautiful. I can imagine how happy you were.”

Their eyes met, and time stood still. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the depths of their connection.

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