Time was Just Ripe

The cat crossed the street and sat wagging its tail on the steps of
the house just opposite to us as though it was mocking at me.
Gayathri, my mother began slapping her cheeks with both her hands,
looked up to the sky and began praying as foolishly as she has always
remained. I knew it is going to take a few more minutes before I can
finally leave for college, which is a couple of miles away from my
house.

What a bad omen! my mother panted as she rushed inside the house and
returned with a glass of water.

Take a few sips of water while I will keep an eye on the street, She
began looking out for any more cats; widows; people who never had
issues; anything which she considered as a bad omen if they came
across me while I stepped down from the house. It was then that some
of my classmates went past our house looking at me standing on the
steps, glancing at the cat which was still sitting in the opposite
direction and smiled as they knew what was going on.

I am getting late, I groaned at my mom impatiently.

Wait, She replied without even bothering to look at me. It is your
annual examinations; I don't want you to take any risks.

Not An Uphill Task

The moment we landed at Tirupati railway station, Raghu remembered what his friends had cautioned him before he left.

You are a compulsive smoker. Ensure that you have sufficient
inventory of cigarettes before you go up the hill. You won't get even
a single cigarette even if you shell out a million rupees.

They were right. Raghu was a compulsive smoker and could never get rid
of the urge to reach out for a fag after anything he drank or ate. He
stole an opportunity while his mother and wife were enjoying a nice
cup of coffee as he hurriedly bought a few packets of his favorite
brand of cigarettes and cleverly kept them deep inside his bag,
beneath his clothes.

Fortunately for them, there weren't those long queues to board the bus
that took the huge crowds up the hill to Tirumala, one of the most
visited pilgrim centers in the country. They were lucky again to get
seated in a row that could accommodate all the three of them. As the
bus began the journey, most of the pilgrims inside the bus called out
aloud,Govinda..Govinda.

Mother is a Better Deal

It wasn't a pleasant feeling for me to see Atul, my 21 year old son's
eyes straying on my 19 year old daughter all the time disregarding my
presence. Being a responsible mother, I feared that the horny young
lad could end up doing something unprecedented in our family and
thereby making a mess of both of their lives. I have noticed the
efforts he made to get closer with his younger sister physically. Alka
was too ignorant for her age and never suspected her horny brother's
intentions as she was all at ease in his company. I started feeling
more discomfort after I watched Atul staring at Alka's cleavage which
she was inadvertently revealing while they were playing chess at home.
It was an awkward feeling to see him getting into the bathroom as I
could guess what guys of his age would be doing in.

Although I was saddened to see my son straying like this, I couldn't
help having sympathy for him as his generation is being exposed to all
sorts of rubbish beginning from the TV. My husband has always toiled
hard to ensure a better future for our children and I was convinced
that he would be disappointed to know Atul's corrupt mind. I was in a
dilemma whether to give any hint to Alka as there was every
possibility that their relations could soar if I ever revealed Atul's
perversion. At the same time, I feared that Atul could transgress into
illegal territories and thereby get into some serious trouble. I had
to safeguard my daughter at any cost from my son who looked like a
demon looking for the right occasion to ravage his own sister. I
somehow felt that Atul could be back on track once his curiosity about
sex is over.

Mom Fulfills Son's Desires

Tim rolled out of bed, took his shower, and dressed for school still
half-asleep. It had been a brutal week and week-end what with final
exams and non-stop partying. This week should be a breeze, he thought,
just show up and prepare for graduation. He stumbled blindly to the
kitchen where his dad sat reading the paper and his mother stood at
the sink rinsing off a few of the dishes prior to putting them in the
dishwasher. Tim stopped behind her and leaning forward, reached for
the cereal box in the cabinet above her. With one hand opening the
door and the other reaching for the box he was unable to maintain his
already poor balance and fell against his mother.

Jill Morgan was an executive with a large manufacturing firm. At 37
she still had the shapely body of a woman of twenty, and was dressed
in her usual business suit skirt and white blouse. Her coat was hung
on a nearby chair. Under the skirt she wore tiny nylon panties and
panty hose which tended to keep her ass cheeks tight together. When
Tim fell against her therefore his morning hard-on only rested between
the outer split of her very shapely ass. Still for both of them it was
a significant event. Each was acutely conscious of the sexual nature
of the contact.

Incest with My 55 Year Old Mother

My mother is 55 years old. I'm 35. I have never had any sexual
thoughts about my mother. That's not the kind of relationship we have.
She wanted to visit my sister down in Fla, so I agreed to drive her
there. I knew the trip would take two days, so we would have to stay
in a hotel one night. I didn't want to pay for two rooms so I asked
mom if it was OK if we stayed in one room with two beds. She had no
problem with that.

The day arrived. I picked mom up early in the morning and got started
on the drive.

We just had small talk in the car, nothing important. The drive was
pretty boring. I was glad when it became evening so I started looking
for a hotel.

I found one for 39 dollars per night. The clerk asked me if I was
alone or with someone. I asked why. He stated if it was two people it
would cost 59 dollars instead of 39 dollars. I lied and told the clerk
it was just me.

Two Moms, Two Laps, Two Hours

"Harold, this is crazy! We're never going to fit all that in the car.

I had to agree with Mom on this one. We were shutting down the summer
cabin early, and as usual, it meant bringing home lots of gear that
had migrated there during our multiple 'mini-vacations'.
Unfortunately, Dad's workload had exploded with a new contract, and it
was unlikely we'd get back out to the house again that summer.

This season we'd accumulated more than ever. The coolers with all the
game meat were the main culprits. We'd planned on the wild pig hunt
earlier in the summer, but had to reschedule twice, due to weather.
Mom and Aunt Marie had conniption fits when they found out we'd be
hunting on the last day of our vacation. After a bit they settled down
and gave in. Mom was a big believer in 'male bonding'. Dad and I
didn't do enough together, other than watch football part of the year,
by her way of thinkin'. We'd taken up hunting two years back, and even
though it was pricey as hobbies go, it turned out to be good for us.
It brought us closer, and though we were usually all business during
the hunt, we opened up a good bit during our outings. Truth is, it was
kind of cool.

The Train Ride

Rohan watched the train coast into the station. Glancing down at his watch, he saw that it was already four o'clock. He had been waiting for the train almost an hour. The smell of diesel and hot metal washed over him as the train finally came to a stop. Looking down the line of dirty silver cars, he saw a lady hanging out of a window frantically waving to someone. She was one good looking woman, he thought before he realized that it was his mother. He grinned foolishly, waving back at her. As she continued to wave, he picked up his suitcase and trotted down the platform toward her. Watching her, he saw that she was leaning farther out the window the nearer he got to her.

"Hello Ma!" he puffed, setting his bag down and reaching up for her.

"Oh, My Beta! I'm so happy to see you," she said leaning down "It seems like it's been forever since I last saw you."

She was leaning out so far out of the window that her saree had fallen to the side revealing her big, soft white breasts. He tried not to look, but the temptation was too great. He felt himself blush as he sneaked a peak down her blouse at her swollen breasts.

"You'd better stop leaning out so far or you'll fall," he told her, pushing her back, hoping her blouse would close and hide her beautiful breasts from view once again.

"I was just so excited to see you," she laughed happily, slowly leaning back into the car.

"Hurry up, get on board," she gushed ecstatically, "Hurry!"

Picking up his bag, he hurried over to the door where he saw that he and his mother were put up in a two member cabin. He entered the train and went to their cabin. He smiled cheerfully when he saw his mother standing in the doorway waiting for him.

"Oh, My Beta!" she blurted out, grabbing him and giving him a big hug.

The smell of his mother's intoxicating perfume greeted him as he took her into his arms. Hugging her back, he felt the same big breasts he had shamefully stared at earlier now flatten out against his chest. His mother hadn't changed a bit, he thought. She was still a very affectionate woman.

"Come on inside," she told him, taking his hand and pulling him inside, "I have so much to tell you."

Closing the door, Gita turned and looked at him. She didn't speak for a long time as she stood looking at him affectionately. Rohan felt himself blush as his mother's eyes traveled up and down his body. Finally, she sat down beside him. "God, it is good to see you," she sighed, taking hold of his hand and giving it a hard squeeze. "You're all I've got now.” Then she began to talk. It was as if she had held it back ever since her divorce. Now it all came pouring out.

Indian Wife's Holiday

My wife and I planned went on our first trip to north India a couple of years ago. I had been to Bombay previously but it was the first time for Malavika to the north. We had 4 weeks to spend which we divided between Calcutta, Darjeeling, Delhi and Jaipur. In the days preceding the trip we were anxious but equally eager to make the best use of the time available. The night before the trip we had a steamy sex session and we naturally discussed about planning some encounters for my wife during our holidays.

I knew how much my wife was looking forward to it.

It was a bit of a boring journey from Bangalore, but as the night approached it looked promising. We were in the first class AC compartment and shared the coupe with a family of husband, wife and two boys. The couple were in their early forties and were very friendly, although I noticed the man to be particularly friendly with Malavika. We learnt that the couple were called Gopal and Jayshree. His wife was very simple to look at and Gopal was certainly taken by my wife’s good looks. Gopal was also ordinary looking but quite smart. Though inconvenient for travel Malavika wore a saree for the obvious reasons and Gopal was regularly scanning my wife’s torso during our conversation.

It was 11 pm and most people were asleep but we were still awake and so was Gopal. We realized that he was very interested and if presented a chance he would grab it. When he went to the toilet I told my wife,” Malviks please go for it”.

“How?” she asked.

“We need him to get close to you first. Why don’t we ask him to help with opening the window on your side?”, saying so I quickly jammed some paperbits on the crevices of the window and pulled it down. Luckily it was shut firmly and made it tight to operate. Just as Gopal approached the coupe, we pretended to be struggling to open the window. He promptly offered his help and my wife moved back a little to give him space. Gopal was struggling as well and I and Malavika closed in to help. Malavika did not waste any time and leaned onto Gopal to take him by surprise. As all the lights were off it was very convenient. Gopal’s wife and children were on the top berth and deep asleep. Malavika was wearing a nice lavender perfume and that must have lured Gopal even more.

I winked at my wife to encourage her and she let he saree-front slide down and pushed her chest forward onto the back of Gopal’s right shoulder. He was stunned and stopped briefly to assess the situation. The window appeared to loosen slightly and I suggested we carry on. Once we were back at the window, I noticed that Malavika was just leaning against the window for support while she pressed her soft boobs onto Gopal back and shoulder again. At that point the window opened up, but Malavika was already on her erotic trip and was licking her lips with her tongue as she continued to massage her breasts against him. Gopal was very shocked and he withdrew himself and had a look around to ensure no one was watching. Then he looked at me blankly. “She’s all yours” I said pointing to my wife. He lowered himself to sit down and I noticed he was breathing fast.

My Aphrodisiac Aunty and sexy Mother

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Exam Rewards - Shobha and Rahul

It was her twentieth anniversary day. Shobha was waiting for her
husband Malhotra, a businessman who was never in time. Today her eyes
were anxiously waiting for him as he had promised to take her out.

Since a few years Malhotra was so busy in his business that he had
practically neglected his wife. His main aim was to make money and he
was so successful in it, that he multiplied his financial resources
day by day and this kept him away from his wife and their only son
Rahul.

Rahul, who had just completed 18 years, was a brilliant student. He
was the reason for Shobha to be content with life as her husband had
been neglecting her since a few years. The only thing Shobha had at
her disposal was money and she had it in plenty as her husband never
questioned how she utilized it.

Stepping into 38th year Shobha still possessed a figure that made
every male turn his eyes. She was not conscious of her figure as she
had resigned from enjoying sex with her husband since a long time and
it never occurred to her that she made other males in the locality
dream of having her. She was always occupied in her own thoughts of
seeing her son Rahul come out with flying colors in his examinations.
This particular day as she resigned from waiting for her husband, she
walked the few steps to her son's bedroom to enquire about his
studies.

Rahul on seeing his mother dressed up asked 'are you going out Mom?'

The sudden questioning of her son brought tears to her eyes and
shaking her head she said 'no, I am not.'

Rahul was upset at looking at his mother's wet eyes and to bring some
cheers to her face said 'mom, I again topped in my History.'

This news brought much relief to Shobha and she coming forward
embraced her son.

Ever After

My eldest son Alex has always been special to me. He may not be the
paragon of our species, nor am I. Nobody is, for that matter. But
certain people happen to be on the same wavelength, emotionally and
spiritually. Their togetherness, unconditional union, creates a
feeling of perfection, wholeness, a oneness by which all existential
worries fade into impertinence. The frowning horizons of past and
future fuse into nothingness and an eternal present remains. We both
are like that, even our names are alike -- Alex and Alicia.

In addition to Alex I have one more child, Rose who is aged 16 and is
now in a hostel doing her higher secondary course. She does not aspire
for or need my companionship. She is anxious to explore the brave wide
world and greener pastures out there in contrast with Alex's
centrifugal tendencies towards his mother.

I am a housewife aged 37 with a not so bad anatomy, my curves measure
36D- 26- 34. Even today I turn heads on the streets and I know what an
effect I have on men. However I am married to a loyal and caring
husband who is employed in the Persian Gulf as an engineer. We married
young, my father was lured into it by my husband's money. Here in our
parts marriages are arranged between families and the bride and groom
hardly know each other until after the first night together. After
mothering my first child it was mutually agreed that I should stay at
home, leaving my studies, to be a good mother and a good household
manager. Thus I dropped out from college. I have over the years proved
to be an efficient manager of domestic affairs, doing all the cooking,
cleaning and marketing. Also I take care of the extensive farmlands
employing manual laborers from time to time. My neighbors and friends
take me to be a jovial and affable woman exuding warmth. In my fury to
succeed in life in the absence of my husband, my sexual urges were by
far altogether ignored. My husband comes on leave for a month every
year and the love and passions of a years are squeezed into thirty
days.

Plight of an Indian Housewife

I am 36 years old, married for 18 years now. I have a 16-year-old
daughter. My husband is a 44-year-old General Manager in a private
firm in Kolkata. I too work in a bank just to pass time, as I do not
like to stay at home. Due to regular aerobics at the gym I have a good
body. I have a 36C bust, a 28 waist and a perfectly round 36 ass.

My husband says that men stare at my ass anywhere I go. It does make a
big curve when viewed sideways. Also the biggest asset I have that
distinguishes me from most Indian women is my height. I stand at 5.7".
I have dark brown, long hair coming all the way up to my hips, which
are always tied up in traditional Indian style. I have a very fair
skin making make-up unnecessary for me, though I do put on some
lipstick.

Me, Mom, and Our Fantasies

Well my name is Parth and I came across many Mom fantasy stories and I
always wanted to share mine but was hesitant.

Let me first tell you something about my mom. Her name is Varsha and
is a very homely lady. She is 48 years old now but looks like 30 only
because of day to day household work and morning routine exercise. My
Dad was an aircraft engineer who died of an accident when I was 19
years old. My mom was then 38 years. She still looked young as she got
married at a very young age.

We had enough to survive and mom banked on my education to fulfill
future. I never thought about my mom otherwise at that time and we
started living our life. But after 6 months of my dad's death, I
started noticing that my mom was feeling lonely because there was no
one to share her feelings as I was always busy with my friends. One
day while having dinner I started talking to her about what made her
feel so sad and lonely and what I can do. She told me -- "nothing much
except concentrate on your studies". I asked her if she could join
some classes but she told she was fine at home.

My darling mother-in-law, Nisha

I just got married last year and I have a very gorgeous mother-in-law with height 5′6”, fair, long brown hairs and brown eyes, sexy back and voluptuous figure of 36D-32-36 and flat tummy. She always wears a saree. I was attracted to her from the day I saw her, and even she knows it because whenever I go at her place I use to stare at her assets and try to touch them and rub my palm against her nice round ass or sometimes elbowing her boobs if I got the chance. She never liked my behavior but never complained to anyone.

One day I got a call from my father-in-law asking to come to their native for holidays. I said I will talk to Reenu (my wife) and let you know tomorrow. I called and the tickets were bought. I was happy with the thought that at least I will be able to adore her beauty, and get close to her if possible. We went there for a week. Mother-in-law was very happy on seeing us but behaved very formally with me and was bit shy of me, but I think she was suspecting my intentions on her. We reached that place at lunch time, had our lunch and everyone went for a nap. It was a small bungalow. We settled on 1st floor terrace room as my sexy mother-in-law had occupied ground floor room.

After an hour I felt thirsty so I went down in kitchen to have water. As I reached living room I saw my mother-in-law asleep on sofa. I walked slowly to see where my father-in-law was. He was not in their bedroom. Then I saw outside from a window and found him digging in a garden before main entrance door and the door was closed from inside.