My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 11

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My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 09

My sweet homely mature mother had tried to keep her secret hidden from me for a very long time and now that she knew I had seen her, I was afraid that things would become very awkward. After I witnessed her debauchery in the morning, I was afraid to come out of the room and face her. And ever my mom decided not to speak to me. We left Uncle Bapi’s house on a quiet and somber note, even though we were both smiling that afternoon when we boarded the car.

Bahadur was driving the car with Karim Chacha in the front seat and me and my mom in the back. Neither of us had said a word to each other since morning and everytime I looked at her, she turned away in shame. I guess I should’ve been grateful that she was not aware of the fact that this wasn’t the first time I had seen her being used and having sex with a low-class man. Regardless, she seemed very conscious of herself now as she tried to avoid my eyes as well as Bahadur’s eyes. The driver too appeared to be very alarmed and I can only assume that the "slap" I heard when I ran up the stairs after that incident was my mom slapping him as a backlash.

Anyways, after Karim Chacha and Bahadur dropped us at the station, we both got on the train and left. Nothing even remotely scintillating happened during our return trip as my mom was acting very prim and proper, now that she knew her son had seen and heard everything that she had done. We hardly spoke during the journey and when we got home and opened the door, there was another surprise waiting for us.

My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 08

The next morning I got up with butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t sleep the whole night thinking about what I had learned. My mother and Shyam Uncle were actually doing naughty things with each other for most of the night! I was shocked and amazed to how daring they both were, doing dirty stuff while my father was at home. But I was wondering, did they do it in the living room sofa or were they using Mom-Dad’s bedroom? I felt a cold shiver when the thought of them fucking each other right beside my sleeping Dad, crossed my mind. But I immediately dismissed the thought realizing that this was impossible. No way could they have dared to do that!

I went downstairs to the living room and saw that no one was there on the sofa. But the sofa was still a mess and this meant Uncle Shyam had left early. It was 7:00 AM in the morning and my mom and Dad were still asleep. Truth be told, I was half-expecting my mother to stay asleep after what she must’ve endured last night. I went to the bathroom.

I went to the bathroom and inside, to my surprise, I saw my mom’s nighty that she was wearing last night, hanging from the bathroom clothesline. Wow, does that mean that she’s sleeping naked in my parents’ bedroom right now! I know Dad is still there and it’s totally natural for husband-and-wife to be sleeping in the nude. But the thought of my mom’s naked, chubby frame laid down on the soft bed caused my limp prick to twitch a little. But there was more.

My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 07

As I wiped my jizz off the computer screen I realized how those cum stains were on the floor as well as on the staircase. They must've dripped down my mom's thighs as she was moving up to her bedroom. That also explained why she was so tired and wanted to sleep off. Wow what a development! Our servant Haria, whom my mom had only known for a few weeks had finally broken down her barriers and taken her mistress for a ride on his huge monster cock. And I had seen it all on video! No longer was my mom a sweet, homely, devoted wife and a caring mother. Now she was something more. Now, she was a true whore, a true cocktease and a true sex-hungry bengali housewife!

I was feeling thankful towards Uncle Shyam for lending me these small cameras. But as my mind trailed towards the tharki uncle, I realized I was supposed to deliver these videos to him as soon as possible. I decided there was no way I would wanna go to his house at this hour! He's a drunkard and he would probably wanna force-fuck my mom tonight if he saw these videos. So I decided to wait till morning.

I studied for sometime and then I went off to sleep, hoping to dream about Haria having sex with my mom again.

My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 06

I was amazed at how far my mom had come from being a shy, loyal, conservative housewife to a horny, submissive slut. True, she was being controlled by a perverted old man. But even a blind man could see that something inside her was stirring and she too was enjoying the perversions that she was being subjected to.

When she went inside the bathroom, I could hear faint sounds of moaning inside alongwith the trickling sounds of the shower. She was probably fingering her excited, mature pussy after having such an intense session with the milkman. I knew she longed for a fuck, especially after some of the intense orgarsms that she had thanks to the milkman's finger-fucking. If the young low-class man wanted to, he could've easily fucked her. I knew my mom wouldn't protest, given that she was enjoying his thick, manly cock inside her mouth so much so that she allowed him to cum all over her, and even drank some of it like a professional whore. But I guess he was afraid of me showing up at the wrong time. Nonetheless, now that he had opened up this little channel with her, there is no doubt that there would be more sessions coming up every morning. And I would get a lot of opprotunities to masturbate on my mom's private sex shows!

After nearly an hour, my mom exited the bathroom, not knowing that I was sitting inside the living room waiting for her to come out. As soon as she stepped out, my eyes almost popped out of their socket. My mother was there, naked and dripping wet thanks to the shower. She was not even wearing a towel! Her amazing tits were like two big melons proudly protruding from her chest and beads of water trickling from the edge of her stiff, grape-like nipples. Her pink pussy lips were wet as well and somewhat swollen, probably because of the brutal fingering that had been going on since morning. I was getting an instant hard once again, just by looking at her gorgeous face and attractive figure.

My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 05

After Uncle Shyam left I quickly jumped over to my balcony and went inside my room. I saw my mom coming over to my bedroom and unlocking the door. I decided to sleep for the time being, thinking that no other male was coming. Plus, I knew that after squiring so much, my mother would also be tired.

I woke up late at night and went to the dinner table. As usual my mom was wearing a red color silk nighty which clung to her luscious body because of her sweat, showing her every curve. She looked tired and also a bit uneasy. Maybe she was feeling a little guilty after what happened with Uncle Shyam. While serving me dinner, I saw the outline of her huge mangoes jiggling with every movement.

"Babu, you don't have to wake up early tomorrow. I'll take the milk."

I knew the reason but still I decided to ask, "Why mom? I could take it. What's the problem?"

"No problem at all. Actually, I'll be going out tomorrow so I have to wake up early. You can sleep as long as you like. I'll take the milk from the milkman, don't worry."

I decided against pushing this topic further. "Fine. I'll wake up late tomorrow. Just remember to take the milk from him in time."

"Don't you worry. I'll surely wake up in time, tomorrow morning."

My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 04

After my mom and I returned home, we saw our servant waiting for us in the living room cutting some vegetables. When he saw my mom's condition, he kept staring at her with lust-filled eyes. His hungry eyes were fixed on the side of her wet blouse that was clinging to her mature body. Also, her hair was in a severe mess and I'm sure that seeing her in such a nasty state, this low-class servant had some idea as to what she had been through. My mother then quickly went to the bathroom to have another shower. I was tired after having that immense orgasm and so I went to my room and slept off.

I woke up in the afternoon when it was close to 3 pm. The reason I woke up was because I heard male voices coming from our downstairs living room. I was surprised because Haria was scheduled to finish his work by 2pm and leave. But I realized later that the male voice I heard didn't belong to Haria or even my dad. It was the voice of Shyam Uncle who had been spying on my mother this morning, when she was being used by our servant. To recall, he was a man in his mid-fifties, with a pot-belly and an ugly rugged face. I hurriedly went to the staircase and started peeping into the living room from there.

Shyam Uncle was sitting on the sofa, wearing a yellow shirt and black trousers. My mother came with a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits. She was wearing a modest red-colored silk nighty that she often wore when we had visitors. The nighty was half-sleeved and covered most of her body, except her forearms. When she bent to set the items in her hand on the tea-table, Shyam Uncle's eyes trialed towards the small gap created in her nighty due to the bend and I'm sure he must've had a short glimpse of my mom's tits. For a moment, my mom too saw what he was doing and immediately stood up to avert further embarrassment. Her face was filled with anger as well as a sense of anxiety. She knew what this perverted man had seen her doing and could very well use it against her.

My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 02

My mom was in trouble. My mom seemed quite upset after that time when she fucked with the tailor and that brute, Haripada. But I also new that deep down inside pits of her womanhood, she was writhing for more male touches. The day after that incident, Haria - our new servant - arrived at our house. Our main door was unlocked and thus, he was able to enter the house. I was in my room studying, when I heard footsteps as though someone was walking up the stairs. I quickly jumped out of my bed and saw that it was our interim servant. He was wearing a light yellowish kurta and a white dhoti. He had entered the house and walked up the stairs until he reached the second floor.

Meanwhile, my mother was in the bathroom taking an early shower. I could clearly hear the water pouring from inside the washroom and my mom singing a bengali song with her sweet voice, just like a koel sings in the spring. When Haria heard that, he called out, "Didi. Didi." The volume of his voice was so low that even I was having trouble hearing him. Obviously it was inaudible for my mom as well since she was in the shower and every other sound was dimmed out.

Although I had seen Haria, he fortunately hadn't seen me. The reason I knew this is because when he realized there was no response, he went close to the bathroom door and put his ear on it. He was grinning from ear to ear when he heard my mom's sweet melodious voice and for some reason, he started touching his crotch are over his dhoti. Then his eyes fell on my mom's dressing room which was just beside the bathroom. Over there, he saw her sari, blouse and petticoat, all strewn on the floor. His eyes quickly changed from excitement to hunger. He looked around making sure there was no one else watching (I was peeping from the edge of the stairs, hidden by a far wall) and then started picking up the garments one by one.

My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 03

After that failed ejaculation attempt, I was really pissed off. I wondered what caused my mother to react in such a way. What did she see out the window? I quickly straightened myself and went to the balcony. There I saw him! It was Shyam Uncle - the same perverted old man whom my mom and I had met a few days ago during that trip to the market. To recall, he was a man in his mid-fifties, with an ugly face and rugged features. His house was directly opposite to ours and the window through which he was looking was directly opposite to my mom's dressing room window. He must've seen everything! The way mom was holding those window grills - her naked tits swaying against Haria's rhythmic squeezes and strokes - was so lewd and the "kamuk" expression on her face must've been awfully sexy. I was getting hard again while imagining this old pervert jerking off to the sight of my mother's hot luscious naked body.

Meanwhile Haria having released his load was now extremely worried about my mother's violent reaction. The moment she came out of the bathroom, she was fully clothed. She didn't speak a word to our servant and was constantly avoiding eye contact with him. Haria too decided not to speak too much and with a lowered head, he was silently chopping vegetables in the kitchen. I thought she might fire him. But instead, she came to the living room and sat down, looking visibly tired and nervous.

Just then I entered the living room and immediately my mother cried, "You? What are you doing here?" She was thoroughly shocked to see me.

I acted surprised by my mother's reaction. "I had just gone to the nearby store. Just came back."

My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 01

Hi, my name is Arijit Guho. I'm a 22 year old guy from Calcutta. This story is about my mom - Shikha. Shikha is a housewife. At 42 years old, she is somewhat wider on the curves, slightly fatter along her waist as expected from any bengali housewife of her age. She has a beautiful face though, she has fair skin with no marks on her face and very few marks on her body. She has protruding lips just like Angelina Jolie which accentuate her pretty face. Ours is a wealthy family. My father is a rich businessman who remains out of the city most of the time. He comes home only once or twice a month.

My mother has a lovely figure - 36DD-28-40. Her boobs have not at all sagged. Despite her age, they are quite stiff and her nipples seem to poke from her blouse whenever she's at home and not wearing a bra. Her most alluring feature has to be her ass - the cheeks are plump as melons and lewdly sway like the tides whenever she moves. Her navel's quite deep and whenever she wears a saree, somehow or the other she ends up showing her navel, much to the delight of whoever's looking.

I love my mother but I have never truly visioned having sex with her. But sometimes, I do dream about her engaged in steamy sex with my father's office colleagues, my father's business partners, my uncles etc.

My mother has "mostly" been loyal to my father. However, she's quite innocent and easy to influence. She's also quite strict about monetary matters and would be willing to put up with anything to save a few bucks, as you will see in this story. As a result of these qualities, some dirty-minded people end up taking advantage of her innocence.

Sisterly Love

My name is Raju now a 16 year old budding boy living with my mom and dad.My Elder Sister,Priya was elder to me by 8 years.She was married to a software engineer in Bangalore.

It was the month of may, I was having my school vacation.Priya Sister called one day saying that her Husband received a direct order from his office in Europe.She asked mom to come and stay with her since the place where she stays is remote from the city and isolated without any neighbours nearby.Mom said she would come there the next day with me. Unfortunately my mom and dad had to go to Madurai the next day in order to attend a funeral of a close relative. Mom told him "Raju go to sister's house and stay there for three months till your vacation".Mom asked him take his school books so that he can study when it gets bored.Mom also told that she would come there next week..

I took the night train to bangalore.While on travel I remembered about my elder sister(akka).My Akka looks like hollywood actress Anjelina Jolie with plump boobs and heavy Buttocks. Ever since at the age of 14 when my sister was not married, I started to have funny feeling of girls. The extremely large breasts of akka heaved beneath the dress she wore. Her breasts were like coconuts. Akka has a nice slim body and a killer legs. Her long brown hair was right down to her buttock.My Sister's Buttocks were big like water melons.

Sacred Marriage, Holy mom

I grew up in a sleepy little village of coastal India.  My name is Kamode and I was an only child of my parent.  We were not a rich family but we enjoyed a healthy lifestyle.  The villagers were kind towards us and they would help us during times of distress.  We had some land for farming and we had employed a couple of people to take care of it.

My dad wanted me to be educated so after the matriculation from a local school, he sent me to a city hostel.  I used to pay occasional visit to my parent but never realized that they are getting away from each other.  I was doing my graduation when I received the news that my father is marrying again.  I decided that my mother would need my support so I went immediately to my village.

Although I was going to meet mom in a grim situation but it was something I was looking forward since my last visit home.  Name of my Mom was Minnoli and she was 38.  Being a house wife she was not perfect in body shape but had a beautiful face.  Her waist does appear narrow when looked upon in relation to her ample bosom and wide bottom.  I never thought anything sexual about her until One Saturday.  I was alone in house with mom.  She was cooking in the kitchen so I went inside the kitchen casually. She offered me some HONEY which I like very much and I took it and we both were chatting as usual.

Suddenly a lizard fell over her she got shocked and put upper portion of her sari away and jumped so that the lizard fell down, the lizard fell down. When she threw off her sari I saw a huge flesh of her boob was out of her blouse.  And when she jumps her blouse cannot carry the load of the big boob that was heaving fast.

Half Mother Half slut

It is for you to decide whether I am a hero of this story or not.  Let me start from the time I was 25, and working in Dehli, away from my hometown. I was living in a shared flat and eating at cheap restaurants because of my limited pay.  One day my cousin Tarun paid me a surprise visit at my office. He was the son of my aunt Vasundra who was a real sister of my mother.  For some period of time our families were not in contact with each other.  The fact was that since becoming a widow, seven years ago, aunt Vasundra stopped meeting relatives.

Tarun started by asking about well-being of my family and told me about that of his family.  About his mother he told me that she is now very religious and spend most of her time inside the house.  After supplying me with these details he came to the point proper.  He told me that he got a job in the Emirates and wanted to go there within four days.  This was a big opportunity for him and he wanted to avail it.  The only problem was his mother.  He was neither in a position to take her along immediately nor wanted to leave her alone.  Tarun asked me to come and live with his mother for a couple of months as this will make him feel his mother is in safe hands.

The temptation of free food and free housing was enough for me to say yes.  The only problem was the fact that my aunt Vasundra was known to be a woman who took no nonsense from anyone.  She could give you a look that could make your balls freeze and the tone in her voice was sometimes worse than that of a old Headmistress at school!  Still I agreed to Tarun's offer and he took me to his house.  It was a semi-detached house on a suburban road.  As soon as Tarun rung the bell the door opened, and there stood Aunt Vasundra, in yellow colored cotton saree.  The last time I saw her she was slim but now she surely put on some weight.  Clearly the time had caused her to fill out.  I should not be telling you this but the fact was that I had a thing for mature filled out women.

Black Magic or White Lie

Although I am not comfortable in writing this story of mine still I want it to be known to everyone so that someone may learn a lesson from it.  I must admit that I have changed names, including mine.  I am Roshan, a 23 years old man belonging to the rural area of Gujarat (India).  I am an only child of my parents.  I was only two when my real father died.  My mom Malthi was 21 at that time.  After a year or so her relative pressed her to remarry.  She resisted initially but eventually she agreed.  The man she married was a widower and much older than her.  The only good thing was that he was a rich landlord.  Despite the re-marriage of my mom there were no more children and that was good news for me.  I remained an apple of my mom's eyes and got all the attention I needed when I was growing up.  My step-father treated me as his son and we were a happy looking family at least for the time being.

After completing my early education in the village I was shifted to a city hostel.  Only in vacations I used to visit my parents.  However, when I was doing my graduation I received a phone call from my mother.  She told me in a trembling voice that my step-father that is her husband is dead.  The terrible thing was that he had hanged himself from the fan fixture (with bricks in his pockets) in an apparent fit of depression.  I immediately rushed back to my village.

When I arrived home, my mother pulled me into a hug and said, "He is gone." As she let me go I saw that her face was devoid of any emotion.  She was wearing a white sari the way widows wear in India but her blouse was showing a lot of cleavage.  I had never seen her dress in anything that showed cleavage.

Period Mom

When my father died, I was 25 and my mother was around 50.  I had one married sister who had a small daughter of her own.  This made mom a grandmother technically though she didn't looked like one.  Being the only son I was supposed to look after the family business and the household.  The household was actually ran by mom but I was supposed to fulfill its financial requirements.  I was in the age when I should be marrying someone but this was not in sight.  Just before his death my father talked to me about a couple of marriage proposals but since his death mother was silent on this subject.  I could understand her sorrow but it was hard to believe that after six months of the death of my father she was still mourning.  I wanted her to bring this topic up but I myself was not sure about my answer. Young girls my age doesn't interest me as I found them superficial and immature.  I had sex with only one woman in my life, who was a mature woman, an aunt of my friend.

Frankly I never lusted after my mother.  Not that Mom was revolting or anything, she was just mummy-type, pleasant face (but never any make-up - quite old-fashioned in that respect).  She was around five feet and three inches tall with a very fair complexion.  She has pouting lips and shoulder length black hair with a reddish tinge of henna.  A bit on the fatter side, her hips are wide with a couple of folds of extra fat on either side of her midriff.  Her 30DD breasts are like two large bouncy globes.  Sagging slightly, they are shaped like domes or large onions.  Mom's large round asses, shaped like two big globes sway alluringly when she walks.  She had delicate feminine hands, nice enough legs but well hidden as she always wore saree.

She was and is a genuinely nice, kind, loving, shy, modest woman - almost completely selfless in her behavior, I know nobody even close to her kindness.  I'd always confide in her rather than my Dad whom I loved deeply but found more of an authoritarian figure.  Mum was more on my level, so to speak - but I certainly didn't fancy her.  I guess it was just that she was my mother and I her son, so why would I feel anything other than that?  It was the "correct "order of things, the way things "ought" to be and I was inexperienced with plenty of other new stuff to explore sexually.

Confession in the Court of Kiran

As I entered into my teens I got myself attracted to the shapely pair of firm lactating breasts.  I wanted to drink milk from lactating breasts but knew well that my dream can never turn into reality.  How wrong was I.

I was 17 when my father started spending days away from home.  Clearly his interest was somewhere else.  My father was a jerk because my mom was not bad looking at all.  She has lovely long black hair and always looked beautiful even when she wearing an old used Sari and blouse.  I don't think that she was a teaser but her dress up was such that it could bring back life to the dead ones.

Mom wanted to win her man back at all costs.  She tried to clad seductively and cook good food for him whenever he was around.  Nothing worked.  Then one of her friend told her to get pregnant.  A new baby could surely pull her marriage together.  That was a vain idea.  At thirty six mom was not even sure that she could get pregnant but she wanted to give it a try.  Surprisingly she succeeded in getting pregnant but failed to win her husband back.  Mother wanted him to stay up to at least baby born.  But my father went away on some pretension or other, leaving my mother with me.

I found myself becoming sexually attracted to my own mother.  The 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.

My Wailing Mother

Since attaining puberty I saw my mom weeping.  As soon as something unwanted happened she started weeping.  As soon as something good happened she started weeping.  Sometimes her weeping had a reason but not always.  She had the amazing ability to weep on trival matters like forgetting to buy something from the market.  The biggest reason of her weeping was my dad.  Any time the slightest thing went wrong, it didn't matter what, he would come home and beat the daylights out of mom.  He behaved as long the parents of my mother were alive but as soon as they died he became a different man altogether.  He started shouting at mom and beating her on one pretext or other.

Since my 12th birthday I can hardly remember a single day when she wasn't weeping and dad hasn't beaten her.  As I approached my teens I started trying to protect her, but that backfired, because he would hammer the crap out of me, and then give Mom an even worse beating.  At my 14th birthday he compelled me to leave school and learn the art of bricklaying. For those who aren't familiar with trade, training means that for the first couple of years I was the general dogsbody for the senior workers.  In between clearing up their mess and learning what I could from watching, mostly I ran errands like arranging food for others.  Often they would tell me to keep the small change, which helped a lot because the rat who fathered me made me hand over my weekly pay to him.  I hid this away in a secret place in the house.

Punjabi Village Mom

As the parents of Guru belonged to village, they married early.  Soon after the marriage his mother faced a hostile mother-in-law.  Their relationship turned so sour that one day, when Guru was four, his father divorced his mother.  He kept Guru with him, only as a gesture of male dominance.  As per village tradition his father and mother re-married soon. After his second marriage his father decided to move to a nearby town.  His mother, however, remained in the village.  He occasionally visited the village and was aware of the fact who his real mother was but not permitted to meet her.  Change, however, had the final say.

As Guru turned nineteen his father died.  His step mother declined to keep him in her home.  He shifted back to his village and started to live with one of his uncle.  There, he was treated as a servant and kept busy in different chores all day.  Seeing his plight, one of his maternal uncle asked Guru to start living with his mother again.  The reason for this was the fact that her second husband was ill and not capable of farm work.  As his mother had no children from her second husband she was more than happy to accept Guru in her home.  Even his step father had no objection on his presence.  That is how Guru was brought back to his mother after a break of almost 15 years.  His first meeting with his mom was uneventful apart from the fact that she hugged him tight and cried a lot.  She asked him to forget the past and live with her forever.

Older the Bolder

Like many young lads my sex life started as a voyeur.  I was an only son of my parent and both of them were working people.  My parents shifted from India to Dubai when I was 11.  In Dubai I had a friend named Robinder.  We became so close that we used to spend some nights at each other homes.  The mom of my friend was a beautiful woman named Shalini.  She was not very careful in her dressing.  Robinder had no problem me watching her in different stages of dress.  We would sit in the bedroom playing as innocent people while she used to come out of the bathroom after the shower.  Unknown that we were there she would wrap a towel on her body and come out. She had a beautiful smile and long legs.  When she would see us she would smile and ask us to leave.

One day we were playing 'hide and seek' with couple of other friends.  I decided to cover myself in a sheet and hide under the bed.  Usually the dirty sheets are tugged under the bed for the servant to take them.  So it was easy for me to get inside one.  I was not aware that Shalini auntie was taking a shower nearby.

It was a turning moment for my sexual life and a cherished moment.  Robinder's mother came from the out wrapped in towel as usual.  Toweling her hair, she walked to the bed room door and locked it.  I peeped outside. There was a crazy sensation in my body.  She sat down on a stool in front of the dressing table and started combing her hair.  Later she applied some powder and perfume on her body.  I felt a soothing smell all around me.  She suddenly got up and began to look something.  I was worried but I was safe.  Will she find me?  Did she hear any sound?  I crept into my sheet. She opened her cupboard and sat on her legs, looking through the last shelf. She picked up something and got up.  As she got up the towel loosened and fell down near her.  I got worried that she would pick the towel and find me.  When this not happened I slowly crept out to check.  I could still see the legs of Robinder's mothers.  Gathering courage I looked out.  I was stunned.

Mad mom, Madder son

Here is a brief account of rather unsettling series of events that has transpired to me recently.  When I reflect upon them, I feel ashamed.  I'm a very different person now than who I used to be, and not entirely in a good way.  I am Japio Mehta, a tall and well built indian man.  A year ago my wife died in child-birth.  Like many other indian marriages mine was an arranged marriage but I still loved my wife.  Her sudden death was a big blow to me.  My parents came to consol me attend her funaral.  I was 28 then, so my dad suggested me to remarry.  My mom Purva, however, was not amused at this suggestion.  She told my dad that he should let me get over my grief.  Frankly speaking I was not in a mood to repeat the experience so soon. 

Mom stayed for another week to help me settle in life again.  On the fifth day a starnge incident took place.  Mom had some back pain.  She discussed it with the house maid who told mom that she can cure it with a message.  I was not aware of this arrengement.  It was evening and I was watching news on the television when my mobile wrang.The call was from my father who wanted to talk to my mother urgently.  I rushed to the room where mom lived and without taking her permission I went inside. 

I saw my mom was lying on bed topless when I entered her bedroom.  I saw that mom laid down on the bed on her stomach and Nirupa the maid was massaging moms back by applying oil.  I couldn't see her breasts completely but still my heart missed abeat on seeing my mom topless as I had never seen my conservative mom like this.  She scolded me for coming inside without her permission.  I said I was sorry and told her that dad wanted to talk to her urgently.  She said ok and told me to hand over the phone to her.  I moved towards her bed and extended my hand to give the mobile phone. She turned to take it.  Now this time I had a full view of her left breast.  It was very fair.  Much fairly than her face and to top this, a pinkish areola and a light brown nipple.  I couldn't control myself seeing her boob.  She took the phone and asked me to leave. 

Me And My Mom In The City

I am an Indian man of 22 who lives in the city of Varanasi with his mother Rukmani and Uncle Satish.  I was 11 when my father died making me a orphan and my mother a widow.  My mother at that time was only 31.  She was not much educated so pulling the life alone was not possible for her.  Her elder brother Satish was living alone too due to the fact that his wife divorced him.  A deal was struck between him and my mother that she will look after his house and he in return will take her and my care.  My uncle was kind to me as he had no children of his own.  He was a bit bitter about women in general because he felt that his wife cheated on him.  He put certain restraints over mom so most of her time was spent inside the house, either doing kitchen work or doing puja.  She used to wear white saree only but otherwise she was a beautiful woman.  She never talk dirty words and was always polite with others.  I was her obedient son and she loved me very much.  She always provided me whatever I needed.  She use to give me milk in every night.  Always check whether I am hungry or not.  She never allowed me to do any naughty things which can harm anybody.  I respected my mother a lot and never thought wrongly about her.  I however, was in an age when my interest in opposite sex was natural.

The incident narrated here took place last year when I completed my graduation and started looking for a job.  My mother wanted me to find a job in the same city which was not easy.  Uncle Satish was a shopkeeper and he wanted me to join him.  Keeping in mind his rigid behaviour I was not interested in joining him.  One fateful day I was coming out of my room but not looking forward.  I ran headlong into my Mother, who was coming towards my room at some speed.  I grabbed her to keep her from falling but she was hurt.

Vyshya Dharma

One day, by noon, it was so sultry. I thought, it might provide some relief, if I kept open our backyard window.

When I opened it, the window hooked me to witness an act of lovemaking.

The Electricity Board people had had chopped down a branch from a dense tree, standing in our backyard, to make way to the overhead power lines. A gap thus created exposed to me the lovers in the house behind.

May be I was sex starved all these eight years, but then I was never allowed to listen to my body utterances. My husband was a businessman. A busy man he posed to be. He used to burden my mind with his business worries and find excuses, always, to stay away from my sexual needs. Luckily, he could spare some time in the early days of our married life. I conceived and gave birth to our daughter, who is eight years old now.

Loving Son

This story is about my Ammi (mother) and me. Her name is Zeenat. My Father, Mustaq Ali got married with her at very young age. Within year my oldest brother, Imran bhai (Brother in Urdu) was born when she was only eighteen, after year later my sister, Shabnam aapa (sister in Urdu)) was born. When my mother was twenty she gave birth to me, Salim. We are typical Muslim family living here in Bombay.

My father was a quiet person who has got some export business. He used to go every morning for work and would come back late at night. Initially my father and mother were enjoying their marriage life. But after having three children's he apparently lost his interest in my mother. After that he devoted his life for his business. Apparently due to his business he ignored my mother lately. My mother became quiet after that. But he still loves my mother and she respected and loved him too. They laugh and make jokes some times but not like earlier days. Even though she was always cheerful I know there was some sadness in her.

Give solace to my lair - Suthakaami Temple

I started my journey home. Just out of college I got a job, in the city, and was in my probation period. It was not wise to go on leave, but I received a call from my father saying that my mother became mad and my presence there was essential.

On the way home, along the hilly road, our bus was stopped, at a hamlet, for tea. Getting down, I walked a bit away, went behind a bush and started emptying my bladder. As I was doing so, I was not aware, then, that a woman nearby was looking at my out-of-fly secrecy. When I noticed her presence I felt awkward, but she smiled at me. A mad woman she was. Thought of my mother flashed in me. I smiled back. And the mad woman voiced, "A big penis you have there to give solace to a lair so dear."

All the way home I was wondering on the mad woman's remark.

Sexy Housewife and Doctor

Now this is really a strange, most unbelievable experience I ever had. I would say, Truth is stranger than the imagination. I still could not believe I had undergone myself in that situation. But today I must say, it was most strange, but most erotic and exciting of all.

My heart was almost about to stop when I was actually undergoing in that incident. This incident too, doesn’t involve any sex, but breast squeezing was ample.

It was raining outside heavily, and I was breast feeding my 6 months old girl. She was my first bay, after 5 long years of marriage. I was stuck in the home but anyway I had nothing to do outside. WE didn’t have any maid, that time, but since I was pregnant, we had hired a maid, who was working full time in neighboring house.

She was around 40, and short, dark, but very active. She used to live mostly in the neighboring house, but she did had her own house some 1 km away. We had hired just to do some heavy work, as I was OK with some light work during pregnancy and after pregnancy. She was very nice and I trusted her.

Helping My Mother-in-law

“Six years is a long time.” I said it matter-of-factly, but inside I as stirred. Six years ago, my father-in-law had passed away after a short battle with cancer. He left behind two daughters, both married and in their early-twenties at the time, and a wife who was 42 at the time. My wife, Sandhya, had that perky, slightly upturned nose that her mom and grandmother both had. I remember the first time I saw her in a bathing suit…it was actually a photograph that I’ve kept ever since. The pleasant woman were blessed with elegance. They had no single outstanding feature, but they were perfectly proportioned and had an air of elegance without the haughty air of sophistication.

My wife, Sandhya, and I had been married for nearly two years when her father died, and we had been married 8 at the time of this story. I worshipped her body. Her hips were not slim, but they were not wide. They were well portioned and rounded. I often would sit at work and long for the feel of pulling her hips toward me as I entered her from behind. I was also taken by the curve of the small of her back, the delicate line of her jaw, the perfect size of her 38 C breasts in my hands and the musty aroma that aroused me whenever I had the pleasure of treating her to oral sex. When I first met her, my wife’s sister was a bit more trim and a bit more delicate than Sandhya; however, over these years, my wife had become progressively more refined, slender and appealing to the eye. My sister-in-law had done the opposite. She had let herself go.

Mom fucked by the Tantrik and Me in front of the whole family

Hi guys, name is Vishal. I'm 19 yrs old. This is the story of how the tantrik and I fucked my mother in front of the whole family. My moms name is Mitali.

My exams had just gotten over. My mom came over and told me that we were going to Azampur, our native place.I had never been there. I was told that it was a proper village and there women were very conservative and shy types. It was my family re-union and around 50 of our family people were coming there. We had a huge palace type bungalow so accommodation was not a problem.

My dad had an emergency meeting and cancelled his trip at the last moment. So me and mom left for azampur. Everyone in the train was staring at my mom. I couldn't sleep in the night because I had to keep an eye on my mom because of the people who were just waiting to pounce on my mom. We reached Azampur safely. Our servant, Ramesh, received us and took us home. It was an 2 hr ride. Everyone was very tired.

Wife's Cooperation

Shekhar and his wife, Anita and have a very exciting marriage. She's a wonderful lover, friend and a very beautiful woman. Other men are often attracted to her, and one can see them looking and lusting after her whenever they are out in the evening. Shekhar finds this exciting and encourages her to wear revealing clothing and insists that she go braless as often as possible, especially at home, because nature has blessed her with a pair of the sexiest breasts possible ;perfectly round and succulent capped by chocolate-pink coloured nipples which invariably peep through transparent dresses.

Anita is 28 years old. She has exposed her breasts on nude beaches and Shekhar is sure she enjoyed all the stares. Once in the evening when it was slightly dark she even pulled off her panties and played around in the sea fully naked. Not only that while walking back they came across a fisherfolk couple. It was dark but they had a lantern. Still Anita stopped and asked them a few questions just to let them realise that they were talking to a pretty young and naked lady.

Whenever she wears a saree it is always with sleeveless blouses and deep plunging necklines in front and at the back. Not only this this whenever she visits Shekhar’s parents she is always properly clothed in Salwar Kameez, dutifully applies sindur and wears Mangalsutra. No wonder they are all praise for their pretty daughter-in-law.

Mom Seduced Me Slowly

My name is Rohan and my mom is Sushmita. My father Jacob had died in an accident when I was just about 10 years old . Now I am a young stud of 19 years and my mom is 40 years old. We are very conservative and orthodox family of Roman Catholic Christians and we live in Mumbai.

My mom was quite young when my father died of an accident, and she could have easily got remarried to someone as she is very beautiful.

Now let me describe my mom. She is very fare in color and is 5'-4" in height. Her greatest assets are her butt and her breasts. She must be about 36

DD size and her butt size must not be less than 40inches. She has a very slender waist line and that makes her most attractive lady on the earth.

As far as I know, since my father's demise, she had not been having any affair with any one and I think she has never been fucked by anyone since father died. She regularly goes to Church and prays regularly. She is very poise and religious lady. I love her very much as she had done a lot to raise me well.

Mother & Son On A Lonely Sea Beach

My name is Rahul aged 24 years and I live in Mumbai along with my family. There lives my mother Sushma aged about 43 years and my father Ram Lal aged about 46 years. My father is a business man and is a workaholic. He is normally in bad health and normally resort to drinking in evening due to his work fatigue. I don't know anything about their sex life but think that it is not good as mother is not in happy mood normally and father never cares for her.

We both mother and son are not so attached to him and so we are normally close to each other. We both are like friends to each other than being mother and son. Mother also looks towards me in any need as she knows that father is never there in time of need.

My mother is working as a head mistress in a local school and she has done her B.E.D and since she gets financial benefits and also promotions for higher education, she is doing her M.E.D with a south Indian University through the post. She has finished the course and had to appear for final exam. The exam was in Goa. She has to go to Goa but as usual father was busy with his business and had no interest to visit a place like Goa even with mother. Mother could not go alone and was unhappy with father for his refusal to go, so she requested me to accompany her to Goa. I applied for three days leave as exams were for two days and one day we planned to spend as holiday.

We started by night bus and reached Goa by early morning and as I had already booked room in new woodlands hotel we checked in at 6.00. Mom was tired by the journey however she was totally in the mood for the exam, she had her bath freshened up and studied for the exam in the last minute. she went for the exam at 9 am and I spent roaming around. She came back from exam at 1.00 and was again busy with studies for next day. I didn't disturb and come late and slept. Next day she was again busy but said that she will be finishing her exam and will be free by 1:00 am. She came back after the exam and was in a happy mood as she had performed well. I asked her, "Mom shall we go to some beach city and stay for the night and go tomorrow back as it will be very pleasant in the evening". Mom said "OK" as she was in good mood. I checked out of the hotel immediately and booked a taxi and proceeded to a small beach side city.

Impregnating childless sister leads to sex with mother

We are an orthodox Muslim family living in U P. My father name is Saifuddin Khan is working in Dubai and he is there for the last about 10-12 years. He is working as a carpenter there. We live in a village near Lucknow. We are 3 members in our family. Me Ahmad Khan age about 22 years and a student in a local college. My mother name is Kulsum Khan am, aged about 45 years and my elder sister Salma aged about 28 years.

My sister is about 6 years elder to me and so she has already been married in a nearby village. As with the most of Indian Muslims, we are also less educated family. I am also doing simple BA. My sister was just 10 class pass and my brother in law is a teacher of Urdu in local Madrassa (religious school). My sister is married for about 8 years now but she is still childless. This is the biggest problem in our family these days. As in orthodox Indian society being childless and that also in a village community is the biggest problem. My sister is very beautiful and plump. She is so sober and nice and she is very much liked and loved in her in laws, but lately due to her being childless has been causing family problems.

Many a times, I had seen my Ammi talking with my sister on mobile for long hours. I knew that there are family problems as she had not given birth to any child. As I am her brother and we are orthodox Muslims and in our society talking in family about such issues between mother and son or brother and sister is not even thought for. But I had overheard sometimes and knew that my sister's mother in law was very upset over her not getting a grandchild and so she was thinking of getting her son remarried after giving divorce to my sister or if she does not agree she was even ready to marry her son one more times as we Muslims are allowed to marry four times.

Sadness of Widow Indian Mother

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Shaving My Indian Daughter-In-Law

My name is Raghbir Singh. I am 61 years old, but being physically fit, I look much younger. I have retired as a wrestling coach from local college. I am more than 6ft tall and weigh about 90kg. I am a former wrestler and well built like a bull. I still do physical exercises and keep myself fit.

In my family, there is Lajwanti, my wife aged about 57. She is a very religious lady and spends most of her time in the temple. I had a daughter Sujata, who is married and happily settled with her in-laws.

Ranvir is my only son, aged about 30 years, working in some MNC in the marketing department and is normally is on tour for about 25 days in a month. Sushma is my Daughter- In- Law. She has been married to my son for about 4 years. She is 28 years old, a plump and chubby girl, with milky whitish complexion.

Sushma is very beautiful. I don't know her exact figure but she must be about 38-28-36. Her main assets are her big buttocks and big boobs. She normally wears tight clothes and when she walks in the house, her plump and fuck able body is on clear display and it keeps my cock hard always. Sushma loves to flaunt her beautiful and meaty body and teasing the others.

As my son is normally out on tour, so we three persons are left in the house. Always watching my horny Daughter- In- Law is the regular feast to my eyes.