Mary placed the final plate on the dining table and examined the spread she'd made. There was everything a growing boy might need, and more. Probably too much more. Sighing happily, she called for her son, Adam, to come join her."Coming!" came his call from his room.Mary sat herself down and started to spoon mashed potatoes, green beans and a pork chop on to her plate. The smells of her own cooking had her belly aching with hunger, so she dove in without waiting for her son. He'd probably be a few minutes anyways.After the predicted few minutes, Adam made his appearance, eagerly sitting down and grabbing from dishes around the table. "This is too much, Mom," he said."I know, but we can put the leftovers in the fridge. You can take it for lunch tomorrow.""I don't have a microwave at school, you know that," he replied, spooning mashed potatoes into his mouth."Well, we can have it for dinner tomorrow then." Mary paused her eating to watch with immense satisfaction as Adam devoured his

என் தலையில் யாரோ கிணுகிணுவென்று தண்டவாள துண்டை இரும்பால் அடித்தது போன்று ஓசை. சட்டென்று விழித்துக் கொண்டேன். அப்போது அலாரம் கிர்ரென்று அடித்தது. வெளியே என்ன நடக்கிறதோ அப்பபடியேதான் மனமும் கற்பனை செய்கிறது. வெளியே இசை என்றால் கனவில் சங்கீத கச்சேரி போல. ஆ கனவே நீ வேண்டும். அப்பாடியானால் நேற்று என் கனவு நாயகர்கள். நாயகிகள். சட். காலையிலேயே உடலில் உஷ்ணம் ஏறியது. டெல்லி.

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.

சென்னை. மாலை மணி 4. 00 Pm. தரமணி. ஒதுக்குப்புறத்தில் இருந்த பிரமாண்டமான ப்ளாட்டில் நான் என்னை கண்ணாடியில் பார்த்துக் கொண்டேன். மஞ்சள் பார்டர் போட்ட பச்சைக் கலர் சுடிதார். மெழுகால் செய்யப்பட்டது போன்ற மழ, மழ முகம். சற்றே வளைந்த புருவங்கள், கருத்த கண்கள், சற்றே நீண்ட மூக்கு. திரண்ட மார்பகங்கள். இரு மார்புக்கும் நடுவே வியக்கத்தக்க பிளவு. இதுதான் நான் அதாவது பார்வதி குட்டி.

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

இன்று வியாழன். மணி காலை பதினொன்று. இன்று வேலைக்கு வேலைக்காரி மட்டம். அதனால் எல்லா வேலையும் என் தலையில்தான் விழுந்தது. என் வீட்டுக்காரரை கிளப்பி விட்டு, என் கல்லூரி போகும் பையனுக்கு கையில் டிஃபனை கொடுத்து விட்டு நிதானிக்கும் போது மணி 11 ஆகி விடுகிறது. எல்லா துணிகளையும் எடுத்து வாஷிங் மெஷினில் போட்டு ஸிவிட்சை ஆன் செய்து விட்டு வேகமாக கிsசனை நோக்கி ஓடினேன். அதற்குள்

Hello, my name is Kantam and this story is an incident of my life.I am married to my husband about 25 years ago when I was 18 and we have a son, Ramesh who is 24 now. My story happened last December. It was a terrible night and our house was broken into when we were sleeping at night. Ramesh's dad went on a business trip two days before. At about 2 am there were some knocks on the door. We both, Ramesh and I, woke up but were afraid to open. Then Ramesh said it could be dad so he went and opened the door. I stayed in my bedroom as I saw 5 men barging into the house pushing Ramesh. Before Ramesh could do anything they were all inside and closed the door behind them. Then one of them said 'Give us all you got'. Ramesh started to fight them but they all overpowered him and before I got up to help him, it was all over. Then the same guy said 'Do as we say and we won't hurt you' Then I told Ramesh standing at my room door 'Give them what they want Ramesh!' and I pleaded the men

Ever since my childhood dad used to be always on tours abroad for his business and I lived with my mother. This brought us both very close. My mother was very broad minded and liberal in her behaviour with me. She never used to mind my presence while she changed sarees. And as I grew up I started carving for her. She was 5’3", plump Indian woman with a silken complexion resembling marble.By the time I got 26 it became impossible for me not to make love to her. She was 49 and had put on a bit extra flesh due to age and that made her look more desirable. It was a feast to my eyes to watch her buxom bosom sway in her saree pallu, her full round mature bottom sizzle in her chiffon sarees. My mother used to wrap sarees low on her white satin belly blowing her hot navel. Her navel was my week-point. She had one bewitching navel!That day it was her 50th birthday and I thought it to be my best chance to woo her. I went to her bedroom in the morning, "Many many happy returns of the day,

You can call me Ramesh and I have no guilt in saying I am a motherfucker. In fact I enjoy being a mother fucker. In my opinion there is no other cunt in this world better than mother's cunt for fulfilling our carnal desires. For me, my mom's heavily fucked baby-making pussy is more tastier than an eighteen year old girl pussy.Growing up as a son in India, I was always taught to revere my mother. In fact mothers are even held higher than god! Hence we have a lot of respect and closeness towards our mothers. Mothers also develop a very close relationship with their sons and even after they become men! They even become very protective against their son's wife.I always thought it is a normal thing for every son to have a highly protective mother. But after reading some psychoanalysis texts, I came to know that Indian mothers have a reversal of Oedipus complex. That is, the mothers are emotionally and sexually attracted to their sons. Indian mothers are even compared with Italian and

மணி 10. 00. இடம் சென்னையில் இருந்து பெங்களூர் போகும் சாலையில் காவேரிப்பாகம் அருகில். சென்னைக்கு ஒரு நெருங்கிய சொந்தகார கல்யாணத்திற்கு வந்து விட்டு, மீண்டும் பெங்களூருக்கு திரும்பி சென்று கொண்டு இருந்தேன். பெரும்பாலும் பகலில் காரில் செல்லும் வழக்கம் கொண்டவன் நான். இந்த தடவை திருமண சாப்பிட்டு முடிக்கவே 8. 00 மணி ஆகி விட்டது. இப்போதே இரவு 10. 00 மணி. இப்போது வேகமாக சென்றால்தான்