One day, by noon, it was so sultry. I thought, it might provide some relief, if I kept open our backyard window.When I opened it, the window hooked me to witness an act of lovemaking.The Electricity Board people had had chopped down a branch from a dense tree, standing in our backyard, to make way to the overhead power lines. A gap thus created exposed to me the lovers in the house behind.May be I was sex starved all these eight years, but then I was never allowed to listen to my body utterances. My husband was a businessman. A busy man he posed to be. He used to burden my mind with his business worries and find excuses, always, to stay away from my sexual needs. Luckily, he could spare some time in the early days of our married life. I conceived and gave birth to our daughter, who is eight years old now.Even so with all his involvements in our business, my husband found it difficult to compete with a fast growing rival in our locality. The rival was a Rajasthani marwadi, who stepped

This story is about my Ammi (mother) and me. Her name is Zeenat. My Father, Mustaq Ali got married with her at very young age. Within year my oldest brother, Imran bhai (Brother in Urdu) was born when she was only eighteen, after year later my sister, Shabnam aapa (sister in Urdu)) was born. When my mother was twenty she gave birth to me, Salim. We are typical Muslim family living here in Bombay.My father was a quiet person who has got some export business. He used to go every morning for work and would come back late at night. Initially my father and mother were enjoying their marriage life. But after having three children's he apparently lost his interest in my mother. After that he devoted his life for his business. Apparently due to his business he ignored my mother lately. My mother became quiet after that. But he still loves my mother and she respected and loved him too. They laugh and make jokes some times but not like earlier days. Even though she was always cheerful I know

I started my journey home. Just out of college I got a job, in the city, and was in my probation period. It was not wise to go on leave, but I received a call from my father saying that my mother became mad and my presence there was essential.On the way home, along the hilly road, our bus was stopped, at a hamlet, for tea. Getting down, I walked a bit away, went behind a bush and started emptying my bladder. As I was doing so, I was not aware, then, that a woman nearby was looking at my out-of-fly secrecy. When I noticed her presence I felt awkward, but she smiled at me. A mad woman she was. Thought of my mother flashed in me. I smiled back. And the mad woman voiced, "A big penis you have there to give solace to a lair so dear."All the way home I was wondering on the mad woman's remark.On reaching home, I found my mother quite normal, but my father and sister had already condemned her as mad. By evening, I came to realize, they were right. My mother started talking in an incoherent

“Six years is a long time.” I said it matter-of-factly, but inside I as stirred. Six years ago, my father-in-law had passed away after a short battle with cancer. He left behind two daughters, both married and in their early-twenties at the time, and a wife who was 42 at the time. My wife, Sandhya, had that perky, slightly upturned nose that her mom and grandmother both had. I remember the first time I saw her in a bathing suit…it was actually a photograph that I’ve kept ever since. The pleasant woman were blessed with elegance. They had no single outstanding feature, but they were perfectly proportioned and had an air of elegance without the haughty air of sophistication.My wife, Sandhya, and I had been married for nearly two years when her father died, and we had been married 8 at the time of this story. I worshipped her body. Her hips were not slim, but they were not wide. They were well portioned and rounded. I often would sit at work and long for the feel of pulling her

 Hi guys, name is Vishal. I'm 19 yrs old. This is the story of how the tantrik and I fucked my mother in front of the whole family. My moms name is Mitali.My exams had just gotten over. My mom came over and told me that we were going to Azampur, our native place.I had never been there. I was told that it was a proper village and there women were very conservative and shy types. It was my family re-union and around 50 of our family people were coming there. We had a huge palace type bungalow so accommodation was not a problem.My dad had an emergency meeting and cancelled his trip at the last moment. So me and mom left for Azampur. Everyone in the train was staring at my mom. I couldn't sleep in the night because I had to keep an eye on my mom because of the people who were just waiting to pounce on my mom. We reached Azampur safely. Our servant, Ramesh, received us and took us home. It was an 2 hr ride. Everyone was very tired.The bungalow was huge. It was filled with people. I

 இன்று என் அக்கா மோனிகாவுக்கு கல்யாணமானது. என் அத்தை ஷைனியின் மகன்தான் எனக்கு அத்தான். காலையில் கல்யாணம் முடிஞ்சு வந்த கொஞ்சநஞ்ச சொந்தங்களும் கெளம்பி போய்விட, அக்காவும் அத்தானும் முதலிரவு கொண்டாட ரூமுக்குள்ளே போனாங்க. மம்மி அமலாவும் டாடி அருள்தாசும் அவங்க ரூமுக்குள் படுக்க போனாங்க. என் ரூமிலே ஷைனி அத்தை படுத்துக்கொள்ள,நான் வேறே வழியில்லாமல் ஹாலில்

My name is Rohan and my mom is Sushmita. My father Jacob had died in an accident when I was just about 10 years old . Now I am a young stud of 19 years and my mom is 40 years old. We are very conservative and orthodox family of Roman Catholic Christians and we live in Mumbai.My mom was quite young when my father died of an accident, and she could have easily got remarried to someone as she is very beautiful.Now let me describe my mom. She is very fare in color and is 5'-4" in height. Her greatest assets are her butt and her breasts. She must be about 36DD size and her butt size must not be less than 40inches. She has a very slender waist line and that makes her most attractive lady on the earth.As far as I know, since my father's demise, she had not been having any affair with any one and I think she has never been fucked by anyone since father died. She regularly goes to Church and prays regularly. She is very poise and religious lady. I love her very much as she had done a lot to

My name is Rahul aged 24 years and I live in Mumbai along with my family. There lives my mother Sushma aged about 43 years and my father Ram Lal aged about 46 years. My father is a business man and is a workaholic. He is normally in bad health and normally resort to drinking in evening due to his work fatigue. I don't know anything about their sex life but think that it is not good as mother is not in happy mood normally and father never cares for her.We both mother and son are not so attached to him and so we are normally close to each other. We both are like friends to each other than being mother and son. Mother also looks towards me in any need as she knows that father is never there in time of need.My mother is working as a head mistress in a local school and she has done her B.E.D and since she gets financial benefits and also promotions for higher education, she is doing her M.E.D with a south Indian University through the post. She has finished the course and had to appear for

We are an orthodox Muslim family living in U P. My father name is Saifuddin Khan is working in Dubai and he is there for the last about 10-12 years. He is working as a carpenter there. We live in a village near Lucknow. We are 3 members in our family. Me Ahmad Khan age about 22 years and a student in a local college. My mother name is Kulsum Khan am, aged about 45 years and my elder sister Salma aged about 28 years.My sister is about 6 years elder to me and so she has already been married in a nearby village. As with the most of Indian Muslims, we are also less educated family. I am also doing simple BA. My sister was just 10 class pass and my brother in law is a teacher of Urdu in local Madrassa (religious school). My sister is married for about 8 years now but she is still childless. This is the biggest problem in our family these days. As in orthodox Indian society being childless and that also in a village community is the biggest problem. My sister is very beautiful and plump.

This is a true story of myself and my widow mother. I am Imran Khan, 22 years old and live in Lucknow. In our house, there lives my Ammijaan Nafisa and my sister Aamna.My sister is about 24 years old but due to poverty in the house, we are still not able to get her married yet. My father Abdul Mehboob had died about 3 year back in a road accident. He was hospitalized for many months, before his death, which drained all of our savings in the bank, but he could not survive.I was studying in graduation then, but due to depleting financial position of the house, I had to give up my education and now I am working I a small factory on a smaller salary.The medical bills of my father had rendered us poor and my meager salary is just sufficient to make the both ends meet in our home. Due to our orthodox Muslim culture, there is no chance of my Ammijaan or sister to go out and do some job. So due to this we are still unable to save for his dowry and get her married.In our city, the ladies wear