My wife's audition for a TV serial

My finances were OK. But they were not just enough to make me live the life that I dreamed of. I have a government job and a stable salary but it was just not enough for me. My wife, unlike me was quiet content with the flat that we owned, the Maruti car that we had and the minimal jewellery that I had bought for her. But I somehow, was not really cherishing the routine life that we had. In my teens, I had dreamed of Mercedes and luxury apartments and somehow those dreams kept reappearing again. It was just then that I saw an advertisement in Hindu. It said that a reputed television soap company wanted TV serial actresses and that they were looking for normal housewives to make the serial more realistic. It read “Wanted housewives to act in Family Drama Serial”. Something prompted me from within and I immediately called the mobile number that accompanied the ad. A gruff voice answered the phone.

“Halo, Sir, I am Guhan here . Is it Mr. Shyam, the head of Shri Productions?” I asked hesitatingly.

“Haan, Shyaam here”

“I just saw your ad in Hindu! Can I know more details about it Sir?”

“See, Mr.Guhan, We make family soaps. This time our Director has come up with a novel idea of making real housewives act in the serial rather than casting the known TV Actresses again and again”

“ Ya, I read about it in the ad Sir!, Can I know some more details like timings of shootings and the remuneration” When I said remuneration, I almost bit my lips.

“Oh, we shoot only in days. Cant afford the lighting cost you know. And remuneration also is not comparable to films. We cant pay as much as filmwallahs do, U know!”

Trip To Remember

This happen when we went for a vacation to Goa. It was one of the vacations we planned after long time. We dropped our kid to grandparents and went for a weeklong vacation. For a long time I was asking my wife to show off some of her hot body in public but she always said no. Just to describe my wife, she is 32 and has great body to die for. She has amazing 34C boobs with large brown nipples. Her boobs are perfect for her age. They look really nice on her 28 waist and 36 hips. She always wear clothes which are covering her full. I keep her pushing to wear more bold clothes. She started trying some bold clothes lately after my lot of pushing.

For our vacation, she told that it is going to be a surprise for me. We waited for the day of journey. Finally day arrived and after all the arrangement we were set to go. We decided to travel by bus, just to save ourselves from driving. Bus service to Goa is very good and there are lots of options for sleeper buses. Sleeper buses provide lot of space for passengers to sleep with ease. We decided to travel in off peak season. We reached the designated place to board the bus.

For the travel wife and I decided to wear something soft and comfortable. She wore a very soft material and thin loose top with nice pushup bra. Bra was accentuating her looks and her soft dress as making it sexier. We realize that there were very few people in the bus on that day. Other than us there was one more family. In 40 seater bus we were only 5 people in the bus.

We asked the bus conductor which seat to use, he laughed and asked us to use any seat as whole bus is empty. Other family chose the seat in the front of the bus, so we decided to choose one in the back on the suggestion of the wifey. We kept our hand bag and moved in our seats. Wife decided to move to the window seat. She moved first on the seat, meanwhile I started arranging bags. Then I moved on to my seat.

Housewife enjoying massage from a male servant

I am Sanjay, now just turned 34 I am businessman, based in a big capital city, and live alone with my wife. Most of my day is spent at the office, and/or traveling. My wife is a typical house wife, stays at home all day, takes care of our one daughter, and generally handles the social activities and such.

Renu (my wife) and I got married about 7 years ago. Renu was and is a homely girl, grew up in a small town, with a conservative joint family. She is about 5 4”, 38/30/36 or so, 36A boob size (big firm white tits) and big dark brown nipples. Quite fair, and has long luscious black hair. Shaves her pussy regularly, and has very thick ‘pussy lips’. She is certainly above average in looks, and quite sexy looking. She wears the traditional saree, with blouse and petticoat. An average good looking and sexy Indian Housewife. We live alone in a medium sized city, and my parents live in a different city from us.

For the first 2 years or so after my marriage, Renu and I had a normal sex life. We had sex every day (Except when she mensurating of course), we used to do it in the bedroom, at night or in the morning. Watched a little porn, talked a little dirty, spoke about some sexual fantasies/stories etc. The only remarkable thing was my Wife had a big sexual appetite, she was open to new ideas. Took to oral immediately, and liked watching porn etc. Also sometimes, she would flirt with me during the day when we were in the living room, squeeze my dick, or bare her breasts etc when she was alone, so she was a bit adventurous. We also have daughter after about 3 yrs of marriage, and wife regularly breast feeds her, again not very shyly.

Confession of a Desi housewife

My story happened about a year before. My name is Sakunthala. I am 36 now and even now I am considered to be attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I'm proud to say most men find my pretty face attractive, i own desi large breasts (38 d), bit flabby stomach and especially my firm booty and thighs draw more attention, although I have to admit I've never really dressed to show them. I'm not really old fashion but I normally used to be in the traditional south Indian saree.

My husband is a successful businessman so it hasn't really been necessary for me to work. He earns a lot so we decided that I will take care of the house. We have a two kids. They both are in the school. It was during such time, I happened to meet Akmez. He is distant relative of my husband. He is related to my husband's sister. He might be around 27, very energetic and masculine. When my husband's sis came to India, she stayed at our house. That time, Akmez for the first time came to our house. He is a good looking person with good body and very charming face. He is very talkative by nature and cut some good jokes on the different topics. I was very much impressed with his personality.

As the time passed, his visit to our house became regular, even after my husband's sister's family left abroad. He started to visit at least once a week on weekend and used to for the complete day with us. He got so much intimate with my family, that everyone, even my husband started to accept Akmez as one among our closed ones.

Confessions of an Indian HouseWife - Part 02

As this continued his attitude towards me changes and he took every opportunity to talk to me and even touch me casually. One day I decided to show him something more! We have a 2 bedroom flat and the common hall lies in the center. From the hall you can see the door of my bedroom. The TV is just in the line with the door of our bedroom and if one is watching TV he could just see what's happening in our bedroom. I decided to take the advantage of this. That day my BIL was watching TV and may be that was some cricket match he was interested in. I decided to make my move and went to the bedroom. I kept the door open and went inside. Then I looked at the hall and could clearly see my BIL looking at the TV. I made some movements just to confirm that he could see what I was doing inside. And I could see him looking at me while watching TV. Now I stood and unwrapped my pallo to remove my sari. As the pallo fell down my breasts stood free, just covered by the blouse. I looked at the hall, not directly but just from the corners of my eyes. YES he was watching. I removed the sari and stood there just in my blouse and petticoat. Ohh god! My entire body was trembling with excitement and felt goose pimples all over my body. That was the sign of excitement and sexual arousal for me. Yes! I then unbuttoned my blouse and slowly removed it. I did it real slow so that BIL had nice view of my breasts uncovering.

My heart was beating very fast. I then turned my back towards the hall and pushed my hands behind my back to show my BIL what I was doing. My fingers touched the hook of my brassier and I slowly unfastened it. I could not observe my BIL this way but I was sure he was looking. I slowly removed my bra and then threw it away. Ohhhh!

Confessions of an Indian HouseWife - Part 01

I am an Indian housewife, aged 42 now. I wish to narrate a true incident in my life, which happened nearly four years ago. I had all along a very active and satisfying sex life with my husband, but around five years back, a lingering back pain of mine spoilt my sex life completely. Whenever we attempted, my pain used to be unbearable and finally we had to stop that. Although my husband all along tried his best for my treatment and never expressed his sexual frustrations before me, I could guess that he used to feel miserable. So was I.

I consulted a number of doctors. Most of them said that the pain was arthritic in nature and there was no cure for this. At last, I consulted an ayurvedic doctor. He prescribed an herbal medicine and advised me to have an oil massage in my back everyday. He said that I should better get it done by someone who knows massaging fairly well. I liked his advice, but who would do that for me?

We had a boy servant, called Bachchu, who used to work full-time in our house and help me in cooking and other domestic works. He was quite young and if my guess goes right, he must be around twenty then. Bachchu was quite dutiful, efficient and honest and because of these reasons, we liked him. I asked Bachchu if he knew someone who could do the massage for me. Basically, I was looking for a woman to do this job. Bachchu thought for a while and said he didn't know anyone. He suggested that he himself would be able to do this job as he had worked in a massage parlor for a brief duration.

My Life, My Mother

I am 33 yr old married man and have a 4 year old son. Our family is of two sisters and two brothers, sisters are married and brother is living in Belgium with his wife. Me along with my wife and son live with my parents. I work with my dad. We have distributorship of various engineering products. We are quite well off and enjoy a respectable status that comes along being Brahmins. If you are not aware of the caste system in India allow me to enlighten you that Brahmins stay at upper most echelon of the casteist hierarchy.

It was fierce winters of December 2009; entire northern part of India was grinded to a halt due to low temps and fog. Every business was slow and so was ours. During this period my mother came up with her wish of visiting Tirupati and Rameshwaram and she wanted to be there on 15 January (an auspicious date in the Hindu calendar).

My father asked me to take her along on this pilgrimage as he himself wasn't well. I did not want to go. I am the one for a lot of travel, yet I had to surrender to the wishes of my parents. It was decided we will only start once weather let up a bit. In the entire course of the dilly dallying my wife chided me for avoiding my duties as a son.

We took train to Delhi and from there took Flight to Madurai in southern India. For last leg of our journey to Rameshwaram we decided to hire a car, which we kept with us for our entire tour.

The River Knows No Bounds

On the periphery of the village of Olur, stood a sculpture made from clay, sand and lime. Children of the village were afraid to play anywhere near the statue because it looked scary to say the least. It was a replica of Angannan, a deity who according to folklore, had become a martyr fighting dacoits a few hundred years ago. The thankful villagers remembered his sacrifice with an annual feast filled with decorations and formal events, providing an occasion for the women and children to visit the shrine and offer their prayers. Many male children in the village had one of Angannan's names and most of the adult men felt pride in growing a moustache similar to that of their favorite deity.

As the years passed by, the descendants of Angannan migrated to bigger towns and cities, only one descendant of Angannan remained in Olur. Annamma or Annam as she was fondly known represented the solitary family carrying the legacy of Angannan. Not surprisingly, the villagers remained faithful to Annam and called her house 'The big house' which meant that rest of the village had to obey anything that Annam may impose. Fortunately, Annam remained a very considerate woman who understood the plight of the villagers, mostly farmers who needed the intervention of 'The big house' more often than not. After all, she understood pain and poverty.

Annam was married to Sengodan, a direct descendant of Angannan, at the tender age of sixteen. Sengodan's first wife Ponni had died four years ago, after bearing him a female child. Annam's father, a petty farmer was left with no option than to gift his daughter to his landlord, as he had huge debt burden. Annam gave birth to a male child the very next year. She raised her son and step-daughter alike, giving them equal affection and attention. Her married life came to an abrupt halt when Sengodan was found dead on the banks of the nearby river a few years later. Rumors were rife that Sengodan had forced a woman into sex, because of which the woman committed suicide. Many villagers believed that the woman's ghost avenged her rape by killing Sengodan on a new moon day, a day on which he allegedly had committed the crime.

How My Wife Was Tricked To Fuck

How a Stranger fucked my wife.

I left my wife tied to the window. Hands secured above her head. Eyes covered with her shawl securely tied. I slowly opened the door and let him in.

I had great fantasy of seeing my wife being fucked by someone else. I had tried to talk her into it but she was adamant. The more I read sex stories, the more determined I became. I began posting my stories online too to make up for my fantasies.

Then I got a mail from Babu.

He appreciated my stories. I send him a mail with one line –

"Are you interested in fucking my wife?"

From there we developed a new unheard relation. At first he thought I was joking, then when he agreed I was reluctant – could I trust a stranger? But the lust was above all and I decided to trust him. We soon fixed a meeting place and got to know each other putting the fears to rest. We developed an outline and I introduced him to my wife as friend who will be here for few days. Earlier I had coaxed her to try out the Basic Instinct model and here she was smiling and tied to the window with her eyes blindfolded.

In a bus with Mom and Sister

My mom had a voluptuous body. She carried it in such a way that it did not feel so. It was when she ran that, the jiggling of her breast surprised all. The clashes of her boobs threatened to put her off balance. She always wore a tight bra and loose dress to discard her figure. She hated her voluptuous body and went to gym daily but that only made her figure more voluptuous as her waist trimmed. She could not trim her boobs and butt. She always wore jeans and top but on occasions like today, she would wear saree`s.

The second member of our family and the last woman -- my sister, on the other hand was a slim beauty. She had just celebrated her 24th birthday but still looked like a new entrant to college because of her perfect shape. Her eyes made her sexy. It was what you call 'The eyes of a deer'. Her slimness, sensual eyes and loose hair made her just luscious. She always wore skirts. Her favourite was jeans skirt above her knees, flaunting her shapely thighs.

Watching My Loving Parents - Part 4

After a 40-minute long jog around the neighbourhood and avoiding the temptation to play football, I came back home just before dusk. Outside my house, I took off my drenched t-shirt and stretched down for a few minutes before resting my bums on the lower steps of the wooden staircase, willing my body to cool down. The long run was needed as the morning session with Aayahmah, the afternoon episode with Mom and the unexpected "incident" with Leela had ignited my youthful body with so much feelings and so much passion that I was going crazy with desire.

"Hey you! Got and get your shower! We are ready to go to the temple" yelled Leela from the veranda behind me.

I just sat there motionless, lost in my thoughts, till I felt a hand swipe over my sweaty back. Turning around, I looked into Leela's angelic face, as she sat down on the staircase behind me, smartly dressed in a colourful half sari. I smiled at her ever so innocently.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Leela teased.

"Worth more than a penny" I replied, grinning.

"Ok! Pennies then" she replied and as she stood up to walk away, she added "Your big penis."

I heard her snigger as she walked away.

"She is making fun of me" I thought to myself and slowly got up.

Watching My Loving Parents - Part 3

I was woken up by the loud noise of a motorbike – it felt as though the motorbike was right next to my room wall. Grumbling, I pulled away my blanket and turned to look at my bedside clock. It was already 10:15 am. God! I must have slept like a log – but considering the extended physical activities of the night before, it was no surprise. I allowed myself a smile as I got out of bed. I opened my window and looked through the wire-netting towards our neighbour's house which was about 20 meters away from ours. Sure enough, there was our Malay neighbour busy tuning his motorbike.

I picked up my towel from the rack, switched off the fan and stepped out of my room. The house seemed unusually quiet, no visible or audible sign of my Aayahmah. After using the toilet, I went to the kitchen – she was not there but a warm mug of coffee was waiting for me. I took a sip and then went to her room – again, empty. I came out to the dining area, put my mug down on the table and wondered where Aayahmah could be. I noticed that the clothes had already been washed and put out to dry in the sun.

Watching My Loving Parents - Part 2

Bright rays of sunlight beamed into my room through tiny openings on the wooden walls of my room, as I woke up on the Tuesday morning, to the sounds of birds happily chirping on the jambu (guava) and belimbing (star fruit) trees at the back of my house (right behind my room). Recalling the events of the night before I felt overjoyed about my sexual graduation and that I was no longer a virgin. More importantly, my first sexual experience had been so beautiful, so intense and so satisfying – the pleasures and feelings that had run through my body were beyond any of my expectations. If that was what sex and making love was about, then I wanted more - I had found paradise.

Making love to Aayahmah was wonderful and if last night was anything to go by, she was as much in need of the pleasures of the flesh as I was. The clean, affectionate and soft-spoken lady I knew as my Aayahmah had transformed into a female animal in bed, fucking me like a bitch in heat and urging me on with obscene words of love. I loved her hairy pussy and I wanted to make love to her everyday. My cock started to grow as I thought of my Aayahmah – how wonderful it had felt to have my cock massaged within her tight, wet cunt and how she had cried out loud as she exploded. I wanted to pleasure and satisfy her as much as I could. I wanted to make love to her in different ways and learn from her the art of pleasing a woman.

Watching My Loving Parents - Part 1

We were an average family of five, well known and respected in the community. My Dad, Ravi, was a postmaster at the local post-office and my Mum, Rani, was a staff-nurse at the district hospital. Dad was then 53 and Mum had just turned 50. Both had fallen in love with each other many moons ago and brought three of us into this world. My eldest sister, Sheela, was 27, a dentist by qualification, recently married to a lawyer and happily settled down in Kuala Lumpur. My second sister, Leela, was 22 and in her third year of a psychology degree at the Science University in Penang. My name is Mohan and I was the youngest at 18. I had just started my first semester, pursuing a Chemical Engineering degree at the University of Malaya in Kuala Lumpur.

Our home was located in the town of Tampin in the southern part of Malaysia. At that time, we stayed in a government house (provided by the government, since both my parents were working in the civil service) in a "civil-servants" neighbourhood. The house was a typical Malay-style house, built of wood with the front half of the house, built on concrete stilts. We had a large veranda in the front, leading to the living room. There were two bedrooms opening up to the living room – one was occupied by my parents and the other by my sisters. The two rooms shared a common, large attached bathroom (WC plus shower) – you had to walk down a short stairs to the bathroom. Then we had a utility room which we used as our prayer room. This was all on the front half. The back half was on ground level – from the upper front half, you had to walk down a short stairs to the back part, which comprised of two bedrooms, a spacious dining area, kitchen, store, a large bathroom and a drying area. The two bedrooms were at each corner, separated by the kitchen and the store. This was an old house, but still in pretty good shape generally. The outer walls of the house were made of thick, sawn timber, but the inner partitions (between the rooms) were thin.

Those Four Nights - Part 2

"Hello. Priya?" I called over the phone.

"Hello. Athan. Yes, what's up?" my wife answered, recognising my voice immediately.

"I just got a message from the office that I have to meet a potential customer tomorrow in Sungai Petani. So, I will not be returning home tonight. Ok?" I lied to Priya.

"What lah Athan? I was looking forward to seeing you today. I miss you" Priya responded, sounding disappointed.

"What to do lah, darling? Big customer and since I am already here up north, they asked to take care of it. I actually have my luggage with me, ready to return home tonight" I explained, making up the story.

"Never mind, your work is important darling. Finish it and come home tomorrow" she replied, believing my story.

"I have to find a hotel to stay for tonight too. I already told farewell to Athai" I told Priya, trying to convince her that my staying back was unplanned.

"Don't be silly. I will call Mom and tell her about your change of plans. Anyway, Sungai Petani is very near to Prai, so it will be easy for you tomorrow morning" Priya advised.

"Ok" I answered, trying to sound genuinely honest.

"Take care and see you tomorrow. My pussy can't wait to feel your hard cock inside her" Priya said temptingly.

"I miss you too, sweetheart. I will be home by 7pm" I replied, feeling a tinge of cheating guilt for lying to Priya.

"By the way Athan, take them out to the KFC outlet for dinner. Mom told me that she has a sudden yearning to eat there" Priya said. (KFC = Kentucky Fried Chicken).

"Ok, I will darling" I answered and then blew Priya a kiss before putting down the phone.

Those Four Nights - Part 1

God, I felt good after that shower. I stood naked in the room wiping myself dry, looking at my reflection in the mirror. It was around 9:30 pm and I was planning to get an early sleep. As I bent down to dry my toes I noticed shadow movements from under the room door and I sensed someone's presence just outside the door. I looked to the keyhole and sure enough, the light coming through from the outside was suddenly cut off – somebody or something had blocked it. Didn't take long for me to realise it - she was peeping on me.

I was sure it was her and my cock twitched at the thought. Feeling excited, I slowly pulled back my foreskin to expose my cock head and turned around to face the door, wanting to show her my semi-hard cock. My first thought was to give her some of her own medicine – to stroke it slowly and put on a show for her but decided otherwise. I pulled on my underwear and a sarong and combed my hair, before heading towards the door. The eye at the keyhole quickly disappeared – Jothi was gone.

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.

Lust For Bahu

I and my wife and I have only one son. He was married four years ago. We got Anuradha as our daughter in law. Anuradha had a happy married life and gave birth to two children within the next 4 years. Since she was our only daughter in law we loved her very much. In a car accident her husband passed away and my daughter in law became a widow at just 22 years of age. At that point from the time my wife had expired two years ago. I had been living all alone For two years there was no woman in my house. I was depressed and frustrated at my loneliness.

I was glad that my daughter in law and her children staying with me. I had a small house - one living room, two bed-rooms, kitchen and a bath-room with a WC. Anuradha and her children occupied one bed-room and I slept in the other bed-room. My daughter in law took charge of all the needs of the house - in terms of cooking, cleaning, washing etc. For one month things were fine. One day during the 3rd week of November when I woke up early in the morning. I found Anuradha asleep on a mat in the living room! I woke her up.

Mother Seduced

After completing my SSC exams, I went to my Aunty- mother's elder sister Padmavathi Devi's house. Padma aunty's husband was her maternal uncle. Padma got married when she was 16 and her uncle 29. They have two daughters Radha and Visala 21 and 19. Both got married. Padma' husband was govt. officer, got transferred to state head quarters and didn't shift the family. He used to visit aunty once a month or so. Padma was alone in the house and It was proposed by her that I stay with her, join the college for my inter course. My parents agreed. That's why I went to stay with her. More over since she doesn't have male child, I was treated like her son.

Even at that age I was sexually attracted towards her and spent all day looking at her. Padma Aunty was 39, 5'6" tall, has beautiful sexy figure, a heavyset lady, large expressive eyes, pleasant pectorals, round face, thick juicy lips, dimple cheeks, blemish less clear smooth skin, long thick jet black silky smooth lustrous shining hair reaching her knees. She was a Hastini type woman. She oozes sexuality and feminineness. She was elegant, sophisticated, glamorous, and magnificent. She looks like KR Vijaya, the South Indian actress. 

An Everlasting Affair

It all began when I lost my new-born baby boy just after 15 days of his birth. He was suffering from some rare complications in his kidney.

They say that breast-feeding is good for both mother and child. It helps to maintain good health of baby as well as mother. Agreed, but what to do when there is no baby?

I didn't know what to do with my breasts. My body was producing milk and there was no one to consume it. There was a severe pain in my breasts due to accumulation of milk. Also I was feeling fever. I asked Ketan, my hubby to help. He sucked my breasts for few seconds once and refused to comply next time. He said he didn't like smell. He even refused to come close forget about making love.

I complained about pain to the doctor at the nursing home. Doctor advised me to throw away milk by pressing my breasts with my own hands. I tried this but I felt very guilty. I was wasting energy given to me by God!

Milk My Full Breasts, Please

Since my baby was born eight months ago my sex life has taken a turn for the worse. My husband doesn't seem very interested, other than an occasional quickie, which leaves me feeling low, not wanted and sexually frustrated.

I have worked hard to get myself back in shape and I think I have succeeded very well. The only difference in my body, compared to pre-pregnancy, is the fact that my breasts are much larger and full of milk. I am still breast feeding my baby once a day. 

The only problem is that I have a surplus of milk and have to express some daily. To me, though, my tits look fantastic. They are large, firm and my nipples are huge and always look swollen and erect. It turns me on no end and they feel extra sensitive and sensual. My husband, however, doesn't seem to like them for some reason and moans at me when my nipples poke through my clothes. He thinks it looks disgusting. I think it looks hot and so very sexy.

Pleasing boss to save husband's job

I was really shocked to hear the words from my hubby's boss.

"I will not". I replied.

It all happened 3 months ago. My husband Rohith was transferred to Delhi soon after we purchased a new 3 bedroom flat in Bangalore. He lived there for only a week when he was transferred. He tried his level best to cancel the transfer order, but his boss Mr.Sharma was unyielding.

After he left for Delhi my son (5 yrs studying in I Std) and myself were left alone in the flat. Rohith will come once in a month and will be with us for 3 to 5 days before going back. We also could not go along with him to Delhi due to my son's school and moreover I don't want to rent out the new flat to somebody else.

Rohith's absence was creating its own problems. I started missing him very much and our sex life also. Even though I am 30 now, I'm considered to be attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I'm proud to say most men find my pretty face attractive, but my full breasts (36d), flat stomach, and my firm bottom get the most attention, although I have to admit I've never really dressed to show them off. I'm not really old fashioned and I normally used to be in the traditional south indian saree, salwar kameez and occasionally in Jeans and top.