Lactating Breasts with Mom (Lactating Breasts, Mom's Relief)

Laura had suspicions when she told her son about the experiment she'd be doing from home.  She was a lawyer for a major corporation, and with the creation of a new drug to help mothers produce breast milk, she needed to do first hand research before giving advice on legal matters.

Her suspicion was that her son was a bit too eager for this, especially upon hearing how her breasts would soon change.  Her son was a biology major in college, so she was hopeful that this would also be a learning experience for him.

She came home from the office, carrying a box full of the medication, a breast pump, and cups for her milk.  The upcoming month was going to be interesting.  She'd be a lactating woman once again.

The first day of the process was simple. She took the pills three times; morning, afternoon, and night. The lactation hadn't started yet so she still had normalcy in her life. The second day of the process was much the same. She took the pills on time and waited. According to the research, it could take 4-5 days to see any results. Same with the third day.

The fourth day was when Laura noticed the effects of the medication, going to her bathroom and standing in front of the mirror with her breasts exposed.  Her tits were large and curved like globes.

Slut Whore Wife Nandini

 My friend Harish was getting married on 10 Th. FEB 2000 and so we decided to celebrate bachelor's party at his residence a day before, 9 Th Feb. He lives alone in PUNE and has a nice big bungalow in Salisbury Park and he is top executive in a private concern. So the party was to start at 9 00Pm and he had invited many of his friends and colleagues, no ladies for this kind of party were invited. The married friends too came alone This was an occasion I would never miss to introduce my NANDINI SLUT and get her sexual appetites and mine sated. So I asked my friend Harish for his consent to bring with me my SLUT on that day. He gladly agreed for this. After going home I contacted my NANDINI SLUT and told her of the party and also told her to dress for the occasion. She asked me to come over to her house and dress her and collect her for the party.

So on that day I went to her house and selected a nice Lemon Yellow colored Punjabi Dress for her to wear. She wore it and my god she looked real sexy in that bright coloured dress. And yes no BRA or PANTIES to be worn. I asked her to put heavy make up and dark red lipstick and told her that I wanted her to look like a real slut, attracting all the males there. She gladly did what I told. And as we were leaving I told her to take her favorite 12-inch dildo just in case I needed to use it on her. She took the dildo in her handbag and we reached Harishe's house exactly at 900 p.m. Harish welcomed her and could not remove his eyes from Nandini. He kept staring at her 38" Boobs and 36" ASS, which were very prominent due to the tight dress she was wearing. She had left her long brown hair free and they made her look real foxy. She had put high heel sandals and walked with a grace, moving her buttocks, rolling them and making her boobs heave with her walk. I coughed and Harish looked at me feeling ashamed of him.

Indian Wife Plays With Construction Workers - Chapter 5

Next morning, as Tarun got up at around 9 AM already late for office, he looked over to Purva who was fast asleep. He could not help but look at her gorgeous wife wearing nothing sleeping on the bed with her legs spread wide. He noticed the wet patch under the her pussy and instantly realized Purva must have fucked herself to an orgasm while he was asleep. Nowadays, it was common occurence for Purva to wake up in the middle of the night and finger herself as she went about getting fucked like a street whore by all the cheap guys.

He did not want to disturb her from her sleep as he knew she needed a lot of rest. Her body was completely sore as he could see bite and hand marks over her thighs and her boobs as well as her stomach. Her pussy was moist and quite red owing to the fact that she was completely raped mercilessly by all those horny men.

Tarun could not resist his raging hard on, so he lightly touched his sexy wife's pussy with his hands. It was still so moist, that he felt she was leaking juices even in her sleep. He could not help but insert his index and middle finger inside her pussy. He did it slowly for a while when Purva started to moan with horniness in her sleep. He did not want to wake her from her sleep, but he felt that if other men were having fun with her so much, it's not quite wrong to extract so much from his own wife. Without thinking anymore, Tarun hit roughly on her pussy and then started to finger much more vigorously increasing the speed and depth of penetration with each stroke. Eventually, Purva opened her eyes and started to enjoy the rough actions from her hubby. Knowing that Purva was enjoying it, he pulled her closer and then hit hardly on her pussy a few more times and then started to finger fuck her. Within 10 minutes, Purva was on the verge of falling off from the bed as she had her first orgasm of the morning surprizingly from her husband this time.

Indian Wife Plays With Construction Workers - Chapter 4

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Indian Wife Plays With Construction Workers - Chapter 3

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Indian Wife Plays With Construction Workers - Chapter 2

I was amazed to look at the tattoo across her asshole. Her ass was still sore so I gave it a kiss and licked it. She let out a small moan. Pain ...pleasure you be the judge.

Then she continued the story how she was sitting in a dim light room bent over a chair with the burqa over her waist and her naked butt put up for display.

"I was just waiting for someone to come and just fuck me in the ass. I was that desperate and the wait was making me more horny."

"Then I heard some voices outside I got even more excited at the thought of more guys enjoying the view. I looked back and sat on the chair my burqa was still over my waist and my pussy was on display now. Sajid and Rasul walk in with two more guys. Those guys have a small plastic bag in their hands which had something in it."

I got raging hard on thinking that she was finally naked under in front of strangers . I could just picture their eyes feasting on her fleshy , shaven pussy which was most probably really wet by now.

A Wild Ride

It was a cool, rainy night. A strong breeze was blowing and the moment was captivating. Sunita felt a tingle in her skin; a tingle that suggested she should have been touched, loved before she came here. She ought not to have held herself back from him; her body ached now and complained of the tender spots at which she wanted to be touched, stroked and held.

And now she was several thousand miles away from him, in the midst of friends. A group of very close, very intimate friends, including Dileep, but that didn't mean the same thing as a special one who she could let touch the most sensitive and deep of her body zones. She squeezed her thighs together to try arrest the growing sense of warmth between her legs but only succeeded in arousing herself some more.

"Come on, get into the car!" Ritu called out to her. Four guys and Ritu and she were out on the town, the seminar for which they had come to Mangalore having ended earlier in the evening. All of them had a few drinks, and Sunita, who normally could hold her drinks rather well, was already feeling a little heady.

Across Rooftops

Sheila assumed that because her building was the tallest in the area no one could really spot her. She had built her house in a style to remind of her Shillong days; that was not so easy considering that this South Indian city was rapidly losing its greenery.

And while the rooms and much of the house was on the ground and first floor, on the second floor she had her room, surrounded by a riotous burst of greenery, shrubs and ornamental plants. It was her refuge. As her son grew into a teenager she found it necessary to meet the needs of her bubbling cauldron of sexuality in different ways than it had been in the past.

Over the years she had a string of lovers. Some dearer to her with whom she spent long, languorous hours when the house was quiet. Others were more to do with her lust unleashed as she took a fancy to a young man and devoured him as a special treat. On many of the occasions the quiet of her house was rent apart by the animal bellowing she allowed herself.

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.

2927 Vadodara Express

I was 20 years old and just out of college. It was the '70s. I was a virgin who had discovered the wonders of masturbation some weeks ago. I was very curious and my hormones were raging. If there was a sexual revolution on, it had completely bypassed me. A few old issues of Playboy and some bad Black and White pictures of people at sexual intercourse was the only sex education I had had.

I travel a lot for my work, being in Sales and Marketing.

In the past, many of these trips were undertaken at short notice and trains in India as a rule being overbooked, it was not always possible to get a reserved sleeper. I had just graduated and was out to close deals at any cost to do well on my first job. I used to reach the railway station early in tine for the train to come to the platform. I would then push my way into the unreserved compartment and grab some seats.

In this particular instance, I was 2 hours early. I was going from Mumbai to Baroda and had secured myself two seats on this night train, as was my habit. I would always save a seat beside mine, just in case a friend needed one. If no friend turned up, I would offer the seat to a thin passenger and save myself some discomfort.

In a Theatre with My Wife

My name is Nithin. This is an incident occurred when I visited a theatre with my wife Soundarya during our honeymoon trip in Kerala -- Gods own country! 

A place blessed with beauty dazzled our views. My wife wore a silk skirt and T-shirt. I did not approve of it, however being the second week of our marriage I did not argue. I donned jeans to match her style. When people stare at my wife, it makes me uneasy and my wife being voluptuous only made matters worse. Her boobs jiggled as she walked even though she wore tight bra. Her ass was a carved piece on which the skirt made a second skin.

It was with great effort during our honeymoon I got permission to go out alone with my wife. People did not seem to realize we needed privacy. Wherever we went aunties, uncles or their children followed us. Therefore, this time I told it was an official visit. My wife did not seem to mind the guest; in fact, she was happy to have all of them around her. She was surprised to see us go to a cinema hall instead of my friend's house as we planned. When I told her, I wanted some time in private she seemed to be more surprised which irritated me. 

Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 04

The person who stays opposite Manya’s house is Uncle Raj.

Uncle Raj is a business man and comes to Bangalore for 15 days in a month and then he returns to his family in Hyderabad. He is a garment exporter.

Uncle Raj is 55 years old, and nearly 5 feet 11 inches tall and huge. He has got a big paunch or rather a pot belly.

Uncle Raj and Deen are the best of friends. Though he is aged, he is still young at heart. They roam together when he is in town and have a nice time going to dance bars and all these places.

So Manya was always annoyed when Uncle Raj comes because Deen comes home late.

This went on, and whenever he used to come Manya used to send food to his place sometimes, and he really used to appreciate Manya’s cooking and say that her food was just beautiful like her.

Uncle Raj was a very horny man and he used to watch porno films.

Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 03

Mmmmm, yes, Aunt Manya, " mumbled Prem, encircling her right nipple with his lips.

The act made Manya's body stir warmly. His dick was still buried in her soaked pussy, at about three quarters of its full length. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband's organ. Readjusting her hips to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a little worried about Deen." She of course did not know that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his ears and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best friend while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

"Why worry about Deen, Aunt Manya," asked Prem. "He's fine".

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

"Fully fine? What's that supposed to mean," asked Prem again, this time nibbling harder at Manya's right nipple.

"Aaah! I mean does he have a girfriend. Is he normal like you are", she whispered, biting Prem's ear lightly.

Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 02

It was rather early, about half past five in the morning that the sound of the phone ringing next to her woke up Manya. Drowsily, she rolled her half naked body across the bed and picked up the receiver. It was Ram's cheery voice. Involuntarily, the horny wife's hand went to her pussy.

"Sorry to wake you. I just wanted to say that I am leaving by an early flight now. Your husband is still out. I left him a note that he should join me in Mumbai by the evening flight. Take care and go back to sleep. Last night was beautiful", said the boss.

"Ohhh! Thanks for the care. Last night was beautiful for me too", murmured the frustrated wife over the phone. Her fingers begans to strum her vulva as Ram's caressing voice moistened her awakened pussy.

Ram thought he heard her moan. "It was beautiful but hurried. We need to catch up", he said slowly, realising that she was breathing heavily into the phone.

Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 01

The shrill morning alarm sent unruly bolts and waves into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her deep eyes and cast a sleepy glance towards the place next to her. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breath carrying the odour of liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin white blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inches below her deep navel, she dragged her voluptuous body out of bed towards the bathroom, pausing for a moment to look at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked disheveled and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brownish black aureolae stared right out of her thin blouse and this morning the ends were sharp and pointed, indicative of her bodily need for a full blooded fuck.Almost involuntarily her hands went to the fleshy region between her thighs and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to gain in heat, the moment her fingers sought the warm folds.With an inaudible moan, she gave one loving squeeze between her inner thighs and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a shudder of relief as some of the accumulated horniness found alternate release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same scant attire she moved to the main door to collect the morning milk. Opening the door, she bent to pick up the milk and in the process her full breasts spilled out to form a delectable cleavage.From the corner of her eye she saw the milkman's bicycle parked in the compound and realised that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her daily appearance. A full minute was spent in gathering the milk during which her creamy breasts spilled nearly 80 percent out of her thin, lowcut blouse. Giving this morning show was now a habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting charge from this flash and even when someone other than the usual milkman delivered the milk, they learned to stay until Manya gathered her milk.

The Debauchery of a Young Indian Housewife

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Savita Bhabhi - Bra Salesman - Episode 01

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Savita Bhabhi - Episode 01

Sex with Mom and her Boyfriend

Hi, I am Latha. I am now aged 22 and come from a very conservative, traditional Tamil speaking family settled in Bangalore. I have a sister named Sudha who is two years older than me. Both of us are now married to respectable families. But I should now share my very sexy experiences with you. I promise you that this is a real life experience, which will thrill and titillate you. 

Guys! Hands on your throbbing cocks and Girls! Fingers into your hole. Get started with my Experience. 

Life was a normal middle class one and both of us sisters were virgins when we got married. Sudha got married four years back, when she was 20 and I married three years back after completing 19. My parents were in Bangalore. Sudha's husband was in Europe and she moved in after her wedding. Soon after my wedding, my hubby got a job in Gulf and we went over there. After that it was only communication over phone, e-mails and chat with my sister for four years. Both of us gave birth to our child in the respective countries. When we were there, we got the information, that our parents were separated and that my father had left Bangalore.

Exhibitionist Mom

I am a seventeen years old Indian boy named Tarun.  Besides my parents I had a sister and a brother. I also had two dogs  that I love dearly. My father Sanjay is forty-four and he is a sales executive in a motorcar company.  He is bald and an alcoholic.  He often tries to hide his wine bottles from us but fails miserably.  My mother Rajni is a typical housewife.  She is thirty-nine and very conservative.

To an outsider we are a well-off happy family but inside things are not as ideal as they seem from outside. My father and mother don't see anything as one.  They often quarrel over petty things like forgetting car keys or buying something in super store.  But the greatest bone of contention is religion. My mother is a strong devotee of religion while my father is almost a non- believer.

My mother's conservativeness was apparent by many things. She was very rigid in dress code.  She dressed conservatively by wearing full sarees and large blouses to conceal her body.  She never used bad language even when she is angry. My mother would scold my sister and me mildly even if she considered something done by us as very inappropriate.

How she looks like, as woman is, however, a different story.  She is fair complexioned and had a very beautiful face. She had a well-shaped body with prominent bust and nice round ass.  Everybody agreed that my mother is the prettiest woman in our area.  She was leading her life as a mature, married, respectable wife and mother. But there was an aspect of her life, which was hidden from her family and relatives. Even I come to learn about it accidentally.  My mom was an exhibitionist.