Me and my father-in-law

I am Seema. It's my first time to talk to you all so forgive me if I make mistakes. I am about 35 and married for the last 10 years. All these years my husband and me had nice sex life and he really can satisfy me. Of late we both started reading erotic literature on the Internet and read many stories on husband watching his wife getting fucked by other men. To tell you the truth we both were tremendously aroused after reading these type of stories. We started talking about it while having sex and the effect it made on our pleasure was very astonishing. Just thinking of getting fucked by other men aroused me to my peak and my hubby Sunil had instant erection just talking about this. He used to talk about any of his friend fucking me in front of him and sometimes strangers too.

This led to some imagination of my own. Now to come to the point I am staying with his parents, my Father-in-law and Mother-in-law. My father-in-law is 59 years of age and still very active. He has lots of friends and is very jolly fellow, always cutting some jokes and laughing nicely. He is medium built and look younger than his age. His name is Ravi. He wears specs but that adds to his personality. He is very jolly and laughs a lot. I could say that his sex life was still active with his wife, though I have never seen them in actual sexual act. But his behavior told me this. I have seen him without a banian many times and I observed lots of hair on his back. I have read some where that men who had hair on the back were sexually very active and I loved this. That was my father-in-law!

As I had told you I started to imagine my father-in-law to be the other man who fucks me. Initially I just tried to avoid such thoughts but I could not! Every time we have sex it was my father in law I imagined to be fucking me. That was just imagination friends! And that made me cum several times. I never told this to my husband Sunil but it was my own secret. Ohhh god! Was I pervert? How such thoughts of getting fucked by my own father-in-law came in my mind?

Seduction of My Mother and My Aunt

My mother Lalitha is a 45 year old Widow. My father died of cirrhosis last year. My mother is a beautiful woman with a full body. She has a curvaceous breasts and I have had a chance to see her nipples which were dark in color. Her hips are curved and her stomach is bulging a little. The best part is her Bottoms, her ass. They must be atleast 45 in size and they flare out into the petticoat. My mother wears only saree and she looks very beautiful in the saree. 

I have fell in love with her about 14 years ago and I have been masturbating fantasizing about her. My father was a drunkard and I used to save my mom Lalitha from him every day night from beatings, harsh words and she would look at me with great pride and I slowly became her saviour. 

Slowly I started nurturing my love for her, my Lalitha and I never could look at any girl or woman other than my own mother. She had become my Lover, and I was desperate to convey my feelings to her. My fantasies were to see my mother undress in front of me and sleep in my room. My fantasies also were of our marriage and she will be my wife and I her husband. We would also produce many babies and my mother, Lalitha will become mother to my children. 

Seduced by mom slowly

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My Mother (with illustrations)

It happened about 10 years ago. I was 16 years old and my mother was 39 years old. We were living in a modest colony. My father was a government employee. Now he is retired.

My mother used to fight a lot with my father about his supposed involvement with another woman and we had to suffer a lot on that account. I have one more sibling. Because of the frequent fights, relatives and neighbours distanced from us. I was maturing at age 16 and used to understand a lot of sexual content spoken in the fight and I would say I had become very much matured, a way ahead of my age. I used to fantasize about women.

Because of our seclusion from people, we were more and more living alone. My other sibling was way younger to me. He was 8 years old back then. My mother a housewife and was left alone most of the time at home. It all started with my own dirty instincts.

A Widow's Life Wrecked

My name is Sangeeta Rawat. I am a simple and educated woman, living at a rural village named Madhupur in Madhya Pradesh. I am 24 years of age now and the mother of 2 very young children. My eldest daughter is 2 years of age and my youngest son is now, a 4 month baby. This is my real life story, on how I have been exploited and subjected to a life of shame, due to circumstances in life.

Having lost my daddy in my childhood, I was brought up by my mother, who worked hard in other people's houses to take care of my up-bringing. Luckily she was able to ensure that I was educated. I grew up in economically extremely difficult conditions. The only son of the richest Zamindar ( Landlord ) in our entire district, took a fancy for me. My mother was happy to get me quickly married to him, as his family did not ask for any dowry. We were married 3 years ago. My husband was a good man. He loved me deeply and we led a happily married life. We were blessed with a daughter two years ago. But tragically, around nine months ago, when I was pregnant with our second baby, my husband was killed in an automobile accident. Being pregnant, I went back to stay with my mother. But again tragedy struck. A month after my son was born, my mother died of a heart attack -- leaving me -- with no money and no place to go. I could not even go to work, due to my 2 small children.

2927 Vadodara Express

I was 20 years old and just out of college. It was the '70s. I was a virgin who had discovered the wonders of masturbation some weeks ago. I was very curious and my hormones were raging. If there was a sexual revolution on, it had completely bypassed me. A few old issues of Playboy and some bad Black and White pictures of people at sexual intercourse was the only sex education I had had.

I travel a lot for my work, being in Sales and Marketing.

In the past, many of these trips were undertaken at short notice and trains in India as a rule being overbooked, it was not always possible to get a reserved sleeper. I had just graduated and was out to close deals at any cost to do well on my first job. I used to reach the railway station early in tine for the train to come to the platform. I would then push my way into the unreserved compartment and grab some seats.

In this particular instance, I was 2 hours early. I was going from Mumbai to Baroda and had secured myself two seats on this night train, as was my habit. I would always save a seat beside mine, just in case a friend needed one. If no friend turned up, I would offer the seat to a thin passenger and save myself some discomfort.

I Love My Mom Sujata

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Wife's Forced Awakening

I was in deep trouble. I had taken huge loans from Jaichand, a shrewd money lender in Indore. Jaichand was an old man, but reputed to be extremely crooked and violent. I had not been able to repay him back, despite being warned a lot of times by him. Now he had sent a message that he was coming to meet me in the office that I was working in at Dewas to collect his money. I was panicky! I was frightened that he would shout at me and take me to the police and frame me. I knew that being a government servant, I could not afford to have a criminal offence. I would lose my job and my life would be ruined along with that of my wife and child.

My name is Makarand Kakkad. I am a poor clerk in a small government office at Dewas. I am a 27 year old man, living in a small one bed room, hall, kitchen house with my 24 year old wife Anupama and our two month old baby. My wife Anupama, is a village girl. She is not very educated. But, is very pretty - to a point, that almost all the men in the street, stare whenever she goes to buy vegetables in the market. That is because, she is exciting to look at. She is short - just around 4' 8" in height. But, she is very fair, has very long, black & thick hair which she plaits. It hangs down almost upto her thighs. She is plump and has a gorgeous figure - 38 - 27 - 39! Her breasts are round, firm and shapely. As she had just delivered our baby, her breasts had even grown bigger, as they are full of milk! Her buttocks are big, fleshy, firm and absolutely delightful. They have a natural upward swing when she walks, exciting all the men who stare at them! Anupama has a very beautiful face, lovely big grey eyes and a lovely voice. Her cheeks are plump and her lips are naturally attractive. She always dresses in simple cotton sarees and blouses. Though she would cover her breasts, correctly and tightly with the pallu of her saree, yet, due to their large size and especially as they were full of milk, men could see them protruding and juggling beneath her pallu as she walked. Her breasts drove men crazy! I was proud of her looks. She was my real wealth! Now, I was afraid that I would let her down.

A Mother's Appreciation

I was planning to transfer to an out of state graduate school when my mother, who was 43 at the time, decided it was her last chance to have the second baby she had always wanted, but never had because of her busy career in law. 

Then a few months in to her pregnancy, it happened. I found myself becoming sexually attracted to my own mother for the first time in my life. Her transformation came gradually, with her wearing fewer clothes around the house to escape the summer heat. And as time went on, not only did her stomach grow, but so did her breasts and thighs. It eventually came to the point where she didn't even bother wearing a bra anymore to hide her ever growing breasts.

I tried my best to fight these urges, and I thought it would end after she gave birth, but things only became worse for me. Being able to catch glimpses of her enlarged and swollen dark nipple as she breast fed drove me to the point of having to masturbate thinking about her. I felt ashamed the first time I did it, but every time I saw her bare breast or her hard nipples poking through her t shirt, I couldn't resist not doing it again. Over time, I didn't want to stop. She became my favorite thing to fantasize about. And soon, things would go even further... 

In a Theatre with My Wife

My name is Nithin. This is an incident occurred when I visited a theatre with my wife Soundarya during our honeymoon trip in Kerala -- Gods own country! 

A place blessed with beauty dazzled our views. My wife wore a silk skirt and T-shirt. I did not approve of it, however being the second week of our marriage I did not argue. I donned jeans to match her style. When people stare at my wife, it makes me uneasy and my wife being voluptuous only made matters worse. Her boobs jiggled as she walked even though she wore tight bra. Her ass was a carved piece on which the skirt made a second skin.

It was with great effort during our honeymoon I got permission to go out alone with my wife. People did not seem to realize we needed privacy. Wherever we went aunties, uncles or their children followed us. Therefore, this time I told it was an official visit. My wife did not seem to mind the guest; in fact, she was happy to have all of them around her. She was surprised to see us go to a cinema hall instead of my friend's house as we planned. When I told her, I wanted some time in private she seemed to be more surprised which irritated me. 

Mother & Son in India

All this happened a year ago. My name is Malathi and I am 46 and my son 26 now. It never is supposed to happen but it just happened. To be frank, I am a sex-craving woman. I always wanted sex and more of it often. I am married to my husband for 26 years now and I can say we were hot on bed a lot of those years. My husband is still hot even to this day but for the past few years sex has become a scarce activity in our lives. This started to take toll on me as I was getting hornier but my dear hubby did not have time to take-care of my heat. So I started seeking men who would take care of my passion between my legs. All this continued till the day my son came home. 

My son Arun left for US to work on Computers after he graduated here and he is coming back for good after his two H1 terms. I was seeing him after 3 years so I was very excited. I picked him up at the airport on a Friday. When I saw him for the first time coming out of the airport I could not wait any longer and hugged him tight with a lot of affection. Arun also hugged me close to him but the thing happened after few seconds startled me. When Arun hugged me he caressed my back which is pretty normal but slowly pushed his right hand around my back and underneath the armpit and squeezed the side of my breast. I was startled a bit and thought probably it's just an un-anticipated gesture, as Arun didn't show any facial expression. I released my self and we walked towards our car. 

Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 04

The person who stays opposite Manya’s house is Uncle Raj.

Uncle Raj is a business man and comes to Bangalore for 15 days in a month and then he returns to his family in Hyderabad. He is a garment exporter.

Uncle Raj is 55 years old, and nearly 5 feet 11 inches tall and huge. He has got a big paunch or rather a pot belly.

Uncle Raj and Deen are the best of friends. Though he is aged, he is still young at heart. They roam together when he is in town and have a nice time going to dance bars and all these places.

So Manya was always annoyed when Uncle Raj comes because Deen comes home late.

This went on, and whenever he used to come Manya used to send food to his place sometimes, and he really used to appreciate Manya’s cooking and say that her food was just beautiful like her.

Uncle Raj was a very horny man and he used to watch porno films.

Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 03

Mmmmm, yes, Aunt Manya, " mumbled Prem, encircling her right nipple with his lips.

The act made Manya's body stir warmly. His dick was still buried in her soaked pussy, at about three quarters of its full length. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband's organ. Readjusting her hips to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a little worried about Deen." She of course did not know that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his ears and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best friend while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

"Why worry about Deen, Aunt Manya," asked Prem. "He's fine".

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

"Fully fine? What's that supposed to mean," asked Prem again, this time nibbling harder at Manya's right nipple.

"Aaah! I mean does he have a girfriend. Is he normal like you are", she whispered, biting Prem's ear lightly.

Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 02

It was rather early, about half past five in the morning that the sound of the phone ringing next to her woke up Manya. Drowsily, she rolled her half naked body across the bed and picked up the receiver. It was Ram's cheery voice. Involuntarily, the horny wife's hand went to her pussy.

"Sorry to wake you. I just wanted to say that I am leaving by an early flight now. Your husband is still out. I left him a note that he should join me in Mumbai by the evening flight. Take care and go back to sleep. Last night was beautiful", said the boss.

"Ohhh! Thanks for the care. Last night was beautiful for me too", murmured the frustrated wife over the phone. Her fingers begans to strum her vulva as Ram's caressing voice moistened her awakened pussy.

Ram thought he heard her moan. "It was beautiful but hurried. We need to catch up", he said slowly, realising that she was breathing heavily into the phone.

Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 01

The shrill morning alarm sent unruly bolts and waves into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her deep eyes and cast a sleepy glance towards the place next to her. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breath carrying the odour of liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin white blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inches below her deep navel, she dragged her voluptuous body out of bed towards the bathroom, pausing for a moment to look at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked disheveled and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brownish black aureolae stared right out of her thin blouse and this morning the ends were sharp and pointed, indicative of her bodily need for a full blooded fuck.Almost involuntarily her hands went to the fleshy region between her thighs and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to gain in heat, the moment her fingers sought the warm folds.With an inaudible moan, she gave one loving squeeze between her inner thighs and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a shudder of relief as some of the accumulated horniness found alternate release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same scant attire she moved to the main door to collect the morning milk. Opening the door, she bent to pick up the milk and in the process her full breasts spilled out to form a delectable cleavage.From the corner of her eye she saw the milkman's bicycle parked in the compound and realised that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her daily appearance. A full minute was spent in gathering the milk during which her creamy breasts spilled nearly 80 percent out of her thin, lowcut blouse. Giving this morning show was now a habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting charge from this flash and even when someone other than the usual milkman delivered the milk, they learned to stay until Manya gathered her milk.

The Debauchery of a Young Indian Housewife

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Savita Bhabhi - Bra Salesman - Episode 01

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Savita Bhabhi - Episode 01

Mother's Milk - The Real Stuff

The heavy, pouring rain came down in sheets making visibility almost impossible.  Wayne struggled to see out the window of his Jeep Cherokee.  His mother, Krista sat in the other bucket seat peering out through the suffocating deluge of water.  Every few moments, Krista turned and looked out the rear window for a few seconds before looking back to the front.

"I hope that they are okay," she mumbled.

"Oh, they'll be fine," Wayne told her, hoping that he was right.

Wayne's whole family was driving up to their cabin in the mountain for a mini-vacation.  Tony, Wayne's father, Kim,  Krista's sister, and Wayne's little sister, Marie were in the second car somewhere behind them.  They had taken both cars because Kim had to return on Tuesday.  Wayne, Krista, Tony, and Marie were planning to leave the following Friday.

Heavenly Mother

It was a dark and stormy night. Rain was coming down in sheets and wind was sweeping it around furiously. Doors and windows were trembling against the onslaught of both air and water; as was Nitin because of the resulting cold.

It was a dreadful night. The blanket over him was not thick enough to keep the cold from seeping in and the small electric heater next to his bed was too weak to keep anything warm. There was a certain comfort in the red glow coming from the single heating spring, only to be overshadowed every now and then by the bright lightning.

He was counting his heartbeats to keep his attention away from the roaring thunder and to occupy his thoughts with something other than the weather. Even at the age of 22, ferocity of nature was unsettling.

Encounter in Bus

This is a true incident - memories of which are still very vivid in my mind... I am a 22 year old girl, convent educated. I have a fair complexion & consider myself attractive & have a good well maintained slim figure of 34-25-33 of which I am pretty proud. A couple of months ago, I had to travel to mumbai from goa on an emergency and as train tickets were not available at short notice, I had to take the overnight State roadways bus.

My seat was at the second last row of the luxury 2x2 seater deluxe bus & I got a window seat. Just before the bus departure, the seat next to me was occupied by a handsome man of about 30-35 years. The journey commenced & after about an hour at 9. 00 p.m. the lights were switched off the bus became very dark inside. I was wearing a saree & had brought my shawl & wrapped it around me & dozed off. After, maybe a couple of hours, I felt something on my leg & realized it was my co-passenger's hand --- surprised I thought he too had slept & by mistake his hand slipped onto the next seat & onto my thigh & I decided to ignore it. However, after 5 minutes or so he slowly started to move his hand lightly on my thigh & I then realized it was a conscious & deliberate move. Thinking I was fast asleep, he was taking advantage of the situation & trying to caress my legs ----- I was taken aback & shocked by this & was in a dilemma of what to do --- this was totally unexpected... I then decided to ignore it as far as possible, thinking he would get bored after a while and stop & I continued to act as if was fast asleep.

Chitra's Bus Encounter

I am Chithra. I would like to share my experience with you. This happened recently. I am In my early thirties, married still in shape. (My stats are 5 ft 7″ tall, fair and 36C 30 38). I normally wear saree every day and usually prefer to wear it low-hip, exposing the deep navel as it suits my height. I also secretly enjoy the stares & peeks I receive when the pallu drifts a bit, to the side. The incident I am about to narrate, happened in one of my Bus journeys at Chennai.

Sometimes when the bus is crowded there will be some strange hand trying to caress my butt, and after a while, sensing the lack of resistance, usually advance the hand to my bare hip. I like this part especially since I am ticklish around my hips & belly and get very excited when caressed there. My courage level usually ends there and I would start showing some resistance and the hand would vanish as fast as it had app eared.

I Love My Mom Sujata

My name is Rohan and I am from India.

This story goes back to eighteen years. I was only eighteen years old then. My mom Sujata was thirty seven years old and I had a sister who was married and was just twenty. My father ran away from the house may be to become a sadhu. I was just fifteen years old then. We have never heard of him till today.

My mom was just sixteen when she was married. My sister Anita was born one year after the marriage. I was born two years after that. My father was a very high profile man working as a civil servant. We lived in a small town in Nasik near Mumbai. My mom continued to study even after her marriage because of my father's encouragement. I don't know being a civil servant how he managed to marry my under aged mom. After completing her collage my mom took up a job in a local bank.

Mother-Son Very Special Romance

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Sitting on My Son's Lap

It was August. We spent the morning packing the car. Our son, Mike was leaving for college. It was morning but already it was 90 degrees outside. Mike and husband, and I were getting pretty sweaty loading up the car. The trunk was already full and the back seat wouldn't fit much more. Mike went back in the house to get the last of his things.

I heard him come out of the house. I turned around and saw him carrying his 42 inch flat screen TV.

"Where are you going to put the TV?" I heard his father ask.

"I don't know, but I don't want to leave it. Maybe we can move some stuff around in the back seat."

I looked in the back seat. "I don't think so, son." Mike looked in the car. "We can put it in the middle of the front seat."

"Ok, college man," I said. "Then where is your mom going to sit?"

Mother's Milk

Jack pushed the door open with his foot awkwardly and entered his house. Both his hands were occupied; he was carrying with a large plastic bag of disposable diapers in one hand and two bags of groceries precariously balanced in other arm. Jack set the packages on the kitchen table.

"Mom?" No answer.

He looked in her bedroom, and saw his mother cradling his baby brother. A half-empty plastic bottle was lying near her feet. Both mom and baby were fast asleep. The scene looked so peaceful compared to night before when Bobby kept them both up with his frantic crying. He tried to help by preparing his bottle and bouncing the little guy, but nothing seemed to help. Finally, his mom had told him to go back to sleep because of the Chemistry test he had tomorrow. Under protest he went back to bed while Bobby still wailed. He thought he would have trouble going to sleep but he must have gone out as soon as his head hit the pillow.

Rajni and the Tangewala

I am Rajni. I am 28 yrs old and my statistics are 36/27/38 and I am 5-4". My complexion is fair although not milky white but still fair enough. I have high degree exhibitionist tendencies. I do not lose any opportunity to show myself off to others because I am very proud of my figure. Whereas others are concerned I don't mind exposing to any age group because I firmly believe a male is a male however old he is. He will never miss an opportunity to ogle at some well stacked woman's body, even if she is his distant or sometimes may be even close relative. I have noticed people from the age group of 16-60 leering at my body. Of all the parts of my body, I have noticed that males stare at my buttocks the most. Although I couldn't see it myself but I am told by others including my husband that my ass is the best part of my anatomy. And I feel them to be true whenever I go to market or crowded bus/train I notice people following me wherever I go just to pinch my ass or sometimes maybe finding a good opportunity they don't hesitate in caressing it also. I generally do not show any objection as long as it remains harmless pranks. But when somebody tries to act over smart I give him a piece of my mind. Since all these activities take place in public places its not difficult at all. I first give the rowdy person a few hard stares and still if he persists with his activities I yell at him and then public takes good care of that person. Not that strangers pay attention only to my ass but they also try to reach for my boobs as well. Many times, especially when I am traveling by a crowded bus - I notice person standing ahead of me in the bus tries to push/press my boobs with either his elbow or shoulders. But now I am going to narrate for you one such incident where I had acceded from my self-imposed limits of only exposing. That time I had also participated in the act. And believe me I enjoyed it immensely although it was with a low class tangewala.

Amma’s Coconuts

This happened when I was around thirteen. Then I lived with my parents in the outskirts of an unimportant district of Kerala. My father ran a small tea-shop and my mother helped him in the business. Though I was their only child, I was not much spoilt. I was not bad in my studies and frequently stood first in my class. I was very obedient to my parents. Since they were fairly educated people, they knew well the value of good education and, though it was beyond their means, they were sending me to an English medium school in a nearby town. Looking back, I think that we were a happy family, though poor, and were envied by all our neighbors. Our troubles started when my father fell ill suddenly and died. He was in the habit of drinking toddy once in a while, but of late, probably because of the sudden heavy losses in running the tea-shop due to the appearance of a restaurant across the road, he had started drinking more frequently. Early one evening, his condition got so worse that we had to rush him to a hospital. The doctors said that his condition was very critical. He died after remaining bedridden for some weeks. After his death, my mother gathered herself together very quickly and tried to run our tea-shop alone. But she soon found out that she could not do it on her own. I suggested to her that I could stop going to school and give her a hand in the tea-shop. But she would not allow that, even though our financial conditions were fast becoming from bad to worse. During my father’s long illness, we had to borrow heavily from our friends and relatives. They were now coming to our house almost everyday and demanding their money back. We were in a desperate situation.

A Millennium Present

I never thought I can give this kind of present for my son from me on the new millennium. My name is Vijaya. My son Ramesh is working in US and returned home for the millennium. As usual I was very excited to see him. He has been living in US for 5 years now and he comes home every 2 years. He arrived on the Christmas day as myself and his dad went to the airport to pick him.

Ramesh was very excited to see us both despite his jet lag and just kept talking. Since we picked him up in the middle of the night we went to bed soon even though Ramesh wasn't keen. In the morning after the breakfast we sat down to open our presents. They were lot of them. Jewelry, perfumes, clothes etc... Some were for his friends and our relatives but most were for his mom and dad.

For the next 4/5 days Ramesh was constantly with me helping in my kitchen and in other chores telling tales about his US life. Every now and then he went to see his friends to catchup with him.

On the 31st, I thought of asking him on a gift from me for the new year. At lunch, his dad came from work to have lunch with us and on the table I brought up the topic. His dad also liked it and said he would like give another gift too. Ramesh refused any gifts at first but I kept stressing. After some time he told his dad that he will accept anything his dad gives and told me he will think and tell me what he wants from me.

Meena - A story by Mithunda

This is the story of how I and my mother became lovers when I was 15 years old and how our relationship became more intimate later. My mother's name is Meena and my name is Nikhil. We are a middle class Gujarathi family. My mother was married at the age of 14 to her uncle - my grandmother's brother - when he was 40 years old, after his first wife died. I was born the same year she got married and after me, she had two girls and a boy was born just a few months before this story starts. It was the baby that started our affair. My beautiful mother, who was only 29 years old at that time, used to breast-feed the baby, as she had done all of us. As a young boy of 15, I was attracted by her breasts, which were extremely shapely. At home, mother did not wear any bra (nobody wore bras in our village) and her breasts would jiggle nicely inside her blouse as she walked. her nipples would be pushing the thin teri-cotton material of her blouse and sometimes, her blouse will be slightly wet with milk from her breasts.

 

Room Number 69

This real life experience happened to me three years ago. At that time I had just started working in a shoe-making factory in Tamilnadu, as an accountant. I was twenty-four, unmarried, and had no experience in matters of sex, whatsoever. I mean, I used to think about having sex and I used to masturbate. But I had never had any real experience with a woman. For one thing, I was shy. Another, I abhorred the very thought of having sex with a prostitute. But sexual desire in me was there in plenty. I was masturbating almost every night, and I was also wondering if that was affecting my health adversely. 

I was a friendly guy at my workplace. Everyone liked me because I had a good sense of humor. I was from Kerala and I was not able to speak Tamil well. But I was picking up fast. There was one other malayalee in our company, a boy of nineteen named Shiju. He ran errands and did odd jobs. He was of a poor background. He was not a talkative person. And, even though we belonged to the same state, we were not friends in the real sense. We knew each other, that’s all. From my side, I had never let him feel that I was keeping a distance from him because of our positions, me an accountant and him a mere labourer in the factory. The fact was that he was not friendly with anyone. He was an aloof sort of creature. 

Sex with Mom and her Boyfriend

Hi, I am Latha. I am now aged 22 and come from a very conservative, traditional Tamil speaking family settled in Bangalore. I have a sister named Sudha who is two years older than me. Both of us are now married to respectable families. But I should now share my very sexy experiences with you. I promise you that this is a real life experience, which will thrill and titillate you. 

Guys! Hands on your throbbing cocks and Girls! Fingers into your hole. Get started with my Experience. 

Life was a normal middle class one and both of us sisters were virgins when we got married. Sudha got married four years back, when she was 20 and I married three years back after completing 19. My parents were in Bangalore. Sudha's husband was in Europe and she moved in after her wedding. Soon after my wedding, my hubby got a job in Gulf and we went over there. After that it was only communication over phone, e-mails and chat with my sister for four years. Both of us gave birth to our child in the respective countries. When we were there, we got the information, that our parents were separated and that my father had left Bangalore.

Exhibitionist Mom

I am a seventeen years old Indian boy named Tarun.  Besides my parents I had a sister and a brother. I also had two dogs  that I love dearly. My father Sanjay is forty-four and he is a sales executive in a motorcar company.  He is bald and an alcoholic.  He often tries to hide his wine bottles from us but fails miserably.  My mother Rajni is a typical housewife.  She is thirty-nine and very conservative.

To an outsider we are a well-off happy family but inside things are not as ideal as they seem from outside. My father and mother don't see anything as one.  They often quarrel over petty things like forgetting car keys or buying something in super store.  But the greatest bone of contention is religion. My mother is a strong devotee of religion while my father is almost a non- believer.

My mother's conservativeness was apparent by many things. She was very rigid in dress code.  She dressed conservatively by wearing full sarees and large blouses to conceal her body.  She never used bad language even when she is angry. My mother would scold my sister and me mildly even if she considered something done by us as very inappropriate.

How she looks like, as woman is, however, a different story.  She is fair complexioned and had a very beautiful face. She had a well-shaped body with prominent bust and nice round ass.  Everybody agreed that my mother is the prettiest woman in our area.  She was leading her life as a mature, married, respectable wife and mother. But there was an aspect of her life, which was hidden from her family and relatives. Even I come to learn about it accidentally.  My mom was an exhibitionist.

A Mystical Mumbo Jumbo

This story is about me and my mother.   I'm Suraj a 21 year old man from Karnataka, who lives along with my mother on a farm.   My mom married my father when she was only eighteen and my father was then thirty one.   I was born when my mom was twenty.   My father was not health conscious his food habits were not good and he used to drink on a regular basis.   But my mom always avoided oily food and the daily chores kept her fit.   By the time I was sixteen my father fell ill seriously and, after remaining bedridden for nearly a year, he died.

The village I lives is like stuck 100 years back in the past.   Still our farm produces enough to keep us going.   After the death of my father I took the responsibility of my family.   I never felt the loss of my father but Mother continued to hang a fresh garland of flowers over his picture once a week.   She's traditional like that.