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.