My mother and her night dress

My name is Kaka and this is an almost true story of my life. I am 23 years of age and I do some work in electronics to earn my livelihood.

I live in a small town called Sujanpur. The name of my father is Ram Parkas Chopra and he works as a part time construction worker. Most of the times, he would be home and when he is gone for work he wouldn't come for weeks. We don't have much money because of the nature of his job. My mother Rani is 45. She is not much educated but she had a body the very sight of which gives men hardest erections. She had full proportioned boobs and they are almost immune to sag even at her age. I had one elder sister Prathiba, who got married four years ago when she was 21. We stay in a proper concrete house that has two rooms and some open space on both sides. Our bathroom is a little away from main house, so we change our dress mostly in the living room. Before my sister's marriage we were living in two rooms but since then we have given one to a tenant. There is a cowshed also as we also have a cow that my mother looks after.

Long Live the mother

You can call me a model boy of Freud as I was born with an Oedipus complex.  Ever since reaching puberty, I had been attracted to my mother. She was young then, attractive and full of energy.  Despite my extreme horniness, I never thought that I was ever going to touch her sexually or see her naked.

My mothers name is Chitra and she is 44.  She is 5'3" tall and fair in color with very smooth skin.  Her hairs are black and fall to the lower side of her back.  She is not fat but has a slight bulge in her tummy.  Her boobs are quite big and despite a little sag look beautiful.  She wears saris mostly and keeps her pallu above her head.  She is a typical innocent Indian housewife who is more interested in religion than anything else.  She worships the god and do all sort of puja for long life of my father.  My dad too fully trusts her.

My dad Raman Kumar is 52 and looks even older.  Dad is rarely at home during the day as he runs a gas station nearly 18 hours a day.  We are not rich, but my father's income is quite adequate and we live reasonably well. My elder sister had got married last year and settled with her husband in a nearby town.

My name is Rajul and I am 20.  After finishing my school I am following a course of information technology.  Right from childhood a lot of my friends were older than me so I learned about sex early.  By the time I was 17 one of my friends took me to a prostitute.  The name of my friend was Sajiva with whom I was frank to discuss sex and porn.  One day I told him that sex with prostitutes is becoming quiet boring for me.

Real seduction of my mammi

My name is Rohan.  Let me describe about my self I am 32 5 feet 7 inches old from indore, these are incidents that happened when I used to live with my mamaji at their house for 2 years as my family was going through bad financial times so my mother decided to send me to my mamaji so that I can live their and learn some business and continue my study as well, my mamaji lived in a joint family with his two brothers, so I had 3 mami's the eldest was kiran mami she was around 34 she was around 5 feet 3 with 34 28 38 and 2nd ranjana mami was around 30 and around 5 feet 5 and 36 25 38 the last was usha she was 23 and was around 5feet 7 inches and was slim 32 25 36 and was little dusky, they lived in a single big house where there was entrance to house from two sides as there were streets on both sides of the house and all my mamaji had their own kitchens and had own entry and exit doors on both sides of the street.

I was 17 when I went to live to their place my mamaji's had their own businesses I was given choice to work for any one of them, I decided to work for the mamaji who owned a supermarket of medium size, so my duty was to open the shop at 7-30 am everyday as in city like indore where they business starts early morning.  I had to live with the mama who had super market and his wife "Ranjana mami" she was a beautiful lady and took care of my needs with love, after the morning business hours everyday I was given 1 to 2 hour break for lunch and I could take it any time I wanted in afternoon, so everyday used to go after 1-30 pm afternoon when everybody was away from homes except my mamiji's "ranjana mami" so it was nice time to be for lunch, one thing was great about Ranjana mami was that when ever I used to go for having lunch she used to make hot chapattis for me and served me hot food though it was the time to sleep, she used to hot the food and then put on the dining table and continued with her work.

It was small part of house where ranjana mami used to live they had 2 rooms kitchen bath room and toilet ,one room they used as bedroom and other was comman hall where I used to live and sleep.

Mother Son Love Affair

This is an incident of July 2001.  I had just returned from my college and holidays were going on.  I was 22 years old then.  My college was going to open on 26 July.  I reached my home on 12 July and the story really starts from there.

My mother is 51 yrs old with normal figure.  I had lust for her for the past few years.  But here lies the contradiction.  I never wanted to have sex with her as she is my mother but yet when I masturbated for the first time.

I was thinking about her melon boobs, her legs, her waist, her hair, and how I was on top of her holding her boobs smooch her lips and having intercourse, etc

And yet I had no inclination that the monsoon of the year 2001 is going to change my sex life forever.  We live in a big house with father, mother, sister and me.  Sister was out of town for studies and hence only three of us were.

I reached home on 09 July and life was only meeting friends, video games, eating, enjoying the weather and sleeping.  Life changed from 14 July.  Will give you all exact day and night account of what happened between me and my mother.

Amma & Me

Let me introduce myself. I’m Shekar, 5’9” and 75 kg with an average body. I never gave much importance to my body as every guy does. I was in my last year of college when we struck upon the idea of me and my mom going to our native place together. We boarded the train from Chennai and reached the village in the evening. Every thing was fine till we reached our place. We had our own house to stay whenever we go there. It was bought by dad a few years ago.

Ours was a very small house in a small village that it had more farms than shops in the locality. There were no relatives for us in that village that we had actually come to settle a dispute between our relatives regarding a farmhouse that was given to mom by her dad, that’s my grandfather.

The house we were staying was actually very small with two floors. The house was so small that it had only one room when dad bought it and had it renovated by adding a floor above. The entire top floor had just a bedroom with a parapet wall and a cloth screen to seclude a place for bath and some area for kitchen. Even the screen cloth had gone to rags due to years of neglect, leaving behind virtually nothing to cover for the bath except the hip-high parapet wall. The ground floor was mostly left unused as the food grains were stored in it. The first floor was also a single room as I said with some area left for cooking. The same area doubled as bathroom. The house didn’t have a full-fledged toilet also. The large backyard with trees, grass and bushes was used as open toilet as it is used in the Indian villages.

Mukesh & His Milky Mommy

A work of fiction. Mukesh was a young boy who was living with his mom Sonali in Kolkatta. He was 18 years old and he had lost his dad when he was at a very young age. His dad passed away when he was just still young. Mukesh didn’t know much about his dad as he hadn’t seen much of him. He grew up under his mom’s care. He was studying in his 10th grade. Sonali was very much depressed after her husband passed away.

She was very worried and was unable to concentrate on anything. She felt that her life was meaningless after her husband passed away. But soon she realized that her son is the meaning of her living. She made up her mind and she decided to live for her son and bring him up. Sonali was 38 years old. She was fair in complexion, and was a very beautiful and tall woman. She measured 5.11 inches. She had a very beautiful body structure with a bit of added weight around her waist area, which made her look very sexy.