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Ravi Chopra was cruising 10,000 feet above sea level in the Boeing in which he was traveling from U.K to India. It was about to land in a short time. He was daydreaming about his mother whom he had not seen since past three years. It was a long wait and now that he was so close his apprehension was growing by the second. He was getting impatient and was biting his nails. His joy knew no bounds when he heard the voice 'fasten your seat belts' and he jumped into thin air when he felt aircraft landing on the tarmac.Mala short for Malathi Chopra was also in the same frame of mind, waiting for her son at the Airport. She could not believe herself when she saw the Boeing landing. She too could not believe she would be seeing her son in a few moments. Three years? Three years was too long a wait for her and now when the time had come to see her son, it was like seeing God.It was not just three years that Mala had suffered. It was three years and three months precisely since the tragedy fell

Smitha aged around 40 years, a landlady holding assets worth millions and mother of 19 year old Suresh was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep as she felt her nightgown being ripped away from her body and before she could come out of her sleep, she felt the heavy weight of a man empower her and pin her to the king size bed.Being imprisoned in his hold she felt his rough hands slide down her back and on reaching her panties they ripped the thin garment away from her body. On being stripped, Smitha felt the man's hand viciously reach over her chest and en-circling her arms they gripped her shoulders powerfully, bruising her tender skin. As Smitha was being manhandled she started to take deep breaths and when she felt his hot cock poking between her buttocks she bit her lips tightly waiting for him to thrust his cock deep into her cunt and assault her.It took just a few seconds for the man to penetrate her from behind and when his cock got lodged in her almost dry cunt, he started to

ரயில் சென்னையை நெருங்கிவிட்டு இருந்தது. சூரியன் கிழக்கு திசையில் தன் தலையை மெல்ல நீட்ட ஆரம்பித்து இருந்தான். நான் முகம் கழுவிவிட்டு ஸ்டேஷன் வருவதற்காக காத்திருந்தேன். மனதுக்குள் அந்த கேள்வி திரும்ப திரும்ப ஒலித்துக் கொண்டு இருந்தது. அம்மா எதற்காக இப்படி அவசரமாக புறப்பட்டு வரச் சொன்னாள்? அப்படி என்ன தலை போகிற காரியம்? கேட்டால் வீட்டுக்கு வா பேசிக் கொள்ளலாம்

ஆண்டு கி.பி.2035கழுத்தில் கட்டியிருந்த எனது டையை சரி செய்துவிட்டு நிமிர்ந்த என் அம்மாவை நான் கண்ணிமைக்காமல் பார்த்தேன். இந்த வயதிலும் எவ்வளவு அழகாய் இருக்கிறாள் இவள்? இளமையில் எப்படி இருந்திருப்பாள்? எத்தனை ஆண்களின் கனவை திருடியிருப்பாள்?"என்னடா அப்படி பாக்குற?""ரொம்ப அழகா இருக்குற மம்மி. மாடர்ன் டிரஸ் போட்டா எப்படி இருப்ப தெரியுமா? நீ என்னடான்னா இன்னும் அந்த காலத்து

இன்று ஞாயிற்று கிழமை. எத்தனை நேரம் வேண்டுமானாலும் துங்கலாம். எனக்கு மட்டும் எட்டு மணிக்கெல்லாம் எழுந்திரிக்க வேண்டும். குறிப்பாக இன்று. ஏன்னு கேட்டா எப்புடிச் சொல்றது. இதெல்லாம் வெளிய சொல்லக் கூடிய விசயமா? இருந்தாலும் சொல்லித்தானே ஆகனும்.எனக்கு ரெண்டு அண்ணன். நான் கடை குட்டி. அக்கா தங்கை யாரும் இல்லை. அப்பாவுக்கு கண்ட்ராக்ட் பிஸினஸ். அம்மாவுக்கு எப்பவும் ஊர்

Meena had left no stone unturned while arranging for her son's twenty first birthday. She had gone that extra mile in inviting his friends and today looking at the gathering she was hopeful that she might find that one person she was looking for.She was looking for that one beautiful damsel who would be Rajesh's bride. She wanted to have her son married and today her eyes looked down on all the girls present hoping against hope that she would find the one she was after. She mingled with the girls, chatted with them and by the time the party came to an end she had short listed three of them.As Meena moved around Rajesh's friends eyed her all the time. They were in a dilemma as they could not place her. They argued that she could be Rajesh's aunt if not his sister and finally when she was introduced they found it hard to believe that she was his mother. Meena though in her early forties looked not a day more than thirty six.The next day in the college campus the talk was about Meena.

Sundar had drifted into a nap as his aunt Saroja saw Suguna out. "The house work is getting affected," thought Saroja to herself as she eyed the luxurious swaying ass of the servant maid Suguna. In these last 12 hours life had taken an unreal turn. Nothing seemed to matter more than her trysts with her nephew in the aftermath of her initial indiscretions. Her husband, the house, the kitchen and everything else, including the servant maid were a distraction from her sexual management of her 20 year-old nephew.Manipulating the young man's obsession with her had gotten transformed into sexual engrossment on her own part. And with both of them engrossed in each other, sex and the heavy aroma of sex permeated everything; till this maid had decided to take a fill of the stud. It was inevitable that Saroja would have discovered them. She had let the maid finish thinking that this would show Sundar that lust and love were different things.And then she ushered the maid out. Saroja had watched

Saroja's situation was really remarkable. She pondered the events leading to this day, when she was nursing three cocks at the same time. Nursing is the only word that could adequately describe what she was doing. It had not yet become an outright gang-bang and she couldn't say if it would become that.Yet, there was one cock in her mouth which she was lovingly kissing and pumping with her mouth, another in her fist which she was rewarding with strokes, and a third which she was consoling by caresses with the sole of her foot.All three cocks were just being petted, caressed and fondled. None was a complete fuck. At least, not yet. Neither of three men was bold enough to react on their own to add to the chemistry. And that is because men don't open out to each other or in front of other men so easily.Perhaps that is why gang-bangs don't happen so often or so easily in India. We don't have football locker rooms where could get comfortable with one another.Or is it because men compete for

You could blame it on the situation. The temple queue was such a crush that it was inevitable that the people in the queue were pressed together in all sorts of awkward ways.But when Srikant, an 18-year old from her neighborhood first brushed against Shobha aunty (mami) in that crowd he was guilty of allowing it to happen rather easily.He had always secretly fantasized about Shobha aunty, with her full bosom and enticing way of wearing her saree.She always showed cleavage, her face was radiant and she wore flowers in her hair -- which somehow seemed raunchy to him.She always seemed dressed to seduce; or was it just the desire in the eyes of the 18- year old boy that she looked that seductive?And when she came up against the awkward and geeky youth from in the temple crowd, she recognized him from get togethers though she did not know him by name.She immensely preferred him to the anonymous males brushing up against her and crushing against her.And not all those brushes and crushes

Sudhir sat in his corner of the large hall that served as his house's living-cum-dining room and watched the young girl bounce about. Aruna, his 22-year old niece had recently got married and had just come back from her brief honeymoon visiting her mother, and both mother and daughter had dropped by at their house to say hello.Sudhir had always had an awkward time around Aruna in recent years. The girl didn't seem to understand that a grown up girl needs to be circumspect with men -- even if those men are relatives.That is the custom in Indian homes. Till she is a toddler it is fine for uncles and older cousins to carry the kid all around the house and fete and treat them. But once she was in her teens- and especially if she had attainted puberty -- the nature of that interaction changed.Some of them remained playful and tom-boyish but the physical touch was completely eliminated. Not even a handshake, let alone a hug.And so it jarred him every time Aruna came visiting. She would