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.