Married to My Son

My name is Mrs. Suryakantam. I am from South India, and I migrated to US two years back with my new husband Ramesh. We have a beautiful daughter Putri who is 19 months old this month. The reason for writing my story is tell you my little secret. My new husband Ramesh is in fact my own son. He married me, his own mother, before bringing me to US as his wife. How it all happened? Please read on!

 

I was married to Ramesh's dad Rao when I was 18. Ours is an arranged marriage and after one year, I gave birth to Ramesh. My husband insisted on having only one child even though I wanted more. So, he got his operation done after Ramesh. Ramesh grew up like a good lad and became an engineer. Six years ago, he came to US and settled here.

 

My story actually started about 2 years ago. I can never forget that day when my husband left me at the hospital. He had a stroke at home when he was getting ready for work and all hell got loose for me. It was the worst day of my life. We notified about his death to Ramesh, and he came to India within two days. Our relatives picked Ramesh up from the airport and they all came to the native village where we brought Rao's body for his last rites. I saw Ramesh as he hurried towards me as soon as he got down from the car and I could not hold myself but to cry as I fell in his arms. The crying was unstoppable for both of us as everybody around us tried to console us. It was a sad emotional moment I will never forget.

 

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.

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.

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.