Love Temple

I had my eyes on my mother's chastity since I was 13 and that was nine years ago. I am 22 now and my mother is 42. My story happened about six months ago.

I finished my engineering two years ago and came to US to do my masters. About six months ago, I got a job in an engineering firm. But two months into my employment, I heard a shocking news that my dad had an heart attack and passed away. I had to convince my employers a lot to get unpaid leave for eight weeks.

I landed in the airport and my uncles picked up. I could not see mom's face as I reached home and she fell on my arms and started crying. I could not hold myself either. My uncles handled all the arrangements. Everything was going well until I heard mom asked me to sleep with her. There was a mother's gesture in her words but to me the words felt kinky and brought back the feelings I have been suppressing. I had to say at this stage that as soon as I heard my dad's death, the first thing I thought was mom is defenseless! I was ashamed thinking like that then! But her words made me realise that mom is all alone. I knew I should not think about my mother that way and that too when I cremated my dad on the same day. So I suppressed my feelings again.


But it was hard for me sleeping beside the lady I always loved to fuck ever since my puberty! It made it more harder when I realised I am sleeping in my dad's side on the bed. I kept fantasizing about what he would be doing with mom! The more the thoughts the more I wanted her! But I did not have enough guts to do it. She was getting more closer to me and hugging me on the bed but I couldn't do anything enjoy the feeling of her body touching mine. I have to say frankly that I always cherished when her breasts got squeezed between us.

A Thakur and His Bahu - Part 2

Chapter 07: The Women Celebrate Holi

Holi, the Indian festival of colors and water was being played all over the city, and with equal gusto in Thakur Hari Singh's haveli. As festivals go Holi is the most liberating one in a society which traditionally demands restraint; at least outwardly, there is a demand to remain modest; for women not to indulge themselves; and for men to be careful in their flirtations. Married women were certainly out of bounds for any open flirtation. But not on Holi day.

In fact, on Holi while the maidens are undoubtedly sought after by the young men, the greatest display of sexual energy is with the married women. You can often see them kissing openly, allowing their wet bodies (wet from the water splashed around at Holi) to be ogled, letting themselves be groped in stairways and corridors and indulging in the man or men that might be their fancy, but are socially out of bounds.

Some of this sudden loss of inhibition is also from drinking bhaang, an intoxicating drink derived from hemp and also from drinking other local brews and good old Scotch whiskey. All of this flows freely among the men folk on Holi as the afternoon wears on. This is the day you could prevail upon your target woman to take a large gulp of one of the intoxicants. You may not be around when the shot hits her, but some other intoxicated woman might be, or your target woman might come around later, still more drunk, her dress in greater disarray.

It was Holi and everything was fair game.

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.

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.

Wife's Forced Awakening

I was in deep trouble. I had taken huge loans from Jaichand, a shrewd money lender in Indore. Jaichand was an old man, but reputed to be extremely crooked and violent. I had not been able to repay him back, despite being warned a lot of times by him. Now he had sent a message that he was coming to meet me in the office that I was working in at Dewas to collect his money. I was panicky! I was frightened that he would shout at me and take me to the police and frame me. I knew that being a government servant, I could not afford to have a criminal offence. I would lose my job and my life would be ruined along with that of my wife and child.

My name is Makarand Kakkad. I am a poor clerk in a small government office at Dewas. I am a 27 year old man, living in a small one bed room, hall, kitchen house with my 24 year old wife Anupama and our two month old baby. My wife Anupama, is a village girl. She is not very educated. But, is very pretty - to a point, that almost all the men in the street, stare whenever she goes to buy vegetables in the market. That is because, she is exciting to look at. She is short - just around 4' 8" in height. But, she is very fair, has very long, black & thick hair which she plaits. It hangs down almost upto her thighs. She is plump and has a gorgeous figure - 38 - 27 - 39! Her breasts are round, firm and shapely. As she had just delivered our baby, her breasts had even grown bigger, as they are full of milk! Her buttocks are big, fleshy, firm and absolutely delightful. They have a natural upward swing when she walks, exciting all the men who stare at them! Anupama has a very beautiful face, lovely big grey eyes and a lovely voice. Her cheeks are plump and her lips are naturally attractive. She always dresses in simple cotton sarees and blouses. Though she would cover her breasts, correctly and tightly with the pallu of her saree, yet, due to their large size and especially as they were full of milk, men could see them protruding and juggling beneath her pallu as she walked. Her breasts drove men crazy! I was proud of her looks. She was my real wealth! Now, I was afraid that I would let her down.

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. 

The Debauchery of a Young Indian Housewife

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Amma’s Coconuts

This happened when I was around thirteen. Then I lived with my parents in the outskirts of an unimportant district of Kerala. My father ran a small tea-shop and my mother helped him in the business. Though I was their only child, I was not much spoilt. I was not bad in my studies and frequently stood first in my class. I was very obedient to my parents. Since they were fairly educated people, they knew well the value of good education and, though it was beyond their means, they were sending me to an English medium school in a nearby town. Looking back, I think that we were a happy family, though poor, and were envied by all our neighbors. Our troubles started when my father fell ill suddenly and died. He was in the habit of drinking toddy once in a while, but of late, probably because of the sudden heavy losses in running the tea-shop due to the appearance of a restaurant across the road, he had started drinking more frequently. Early one evening, his condition got so worse that we had to rush him to a hospital. The doctors said that his condition was very critical. He died after remaining bedridden for some weeks. After his death, my mother gathered herself together very quickly and tried to run our tea-shop alone. But she soon found out that she could not do it on her own. I suggested to her that I could stop going to school and give her a hand in the tea-shop. But she would not allow that, even though our financial conditions were fast becoming from bad to worse. During my father’s long illness, we had to borrow heavily from our friends and relatives. They were now coming to our house almost everyday and demanding their money back. We were in a desperate situation.