As my mom noticed my gaze while being intimate with Mr. Ramesh, she shouted that she saw someone observing them, prompting Mr. Ramesh to rush to the back to catch the onlooker. However, I pedaled my bicycle as quickly as I could and managed to escape. Terrified, I ran far from the housing board, and after a while, I returned home to gather some items to watch my mom with Mr. Ramesh. I grabbed my mobile phone, charger, some cash, an old pair of binoculars, a flashlight, and two outfits (in case I got my clothes dirty while indulging in my fantasies). My plan was to book a room at a hotel near Mr. Ramesh's house. I arrived at the hotel and secured a room with a view of Mr. Ramesh's residence. After resting for a bit, I grew tired of standing in the room, and by evening, I took out my binoculars to peek inside Mr. Ramesh's house. In the living room, I saw my mom and Mr. Ramesh sitting on the sofa, watching TV. Mr. Ramesh said something to my mom, and she responded, but I couldn't hear their conversation. After a while, I noticed Mr. Ramesh stepping outside, placing a broken trunk from a thorny tree against the back wall of his house. Meanwhile, my mom was in the bedroom looking at her phone. I then saw Mr. Ramesh acting suspiciously; he peeked through the bedroom door and realized my mom wasn't paying attention. He hid his phone in his office bag, right in front of the table opposite the sofa. I sensed what was about to unfold, and as I continued to watch, he entered the bedroom, touched my mom's breasts, and she laughed. They shared a kiss, and after he said something, my mom went to the living room, followed by him. I locked the hotel room and quietly made my way to the front of his house. Fortunately, there was a window on the side of his house that provided a clear view of everything inside, so I watched through it. Mr. Ramesh was seated on the sofa, with my mom beside him, giving him a hand job.