Hi! I am Zaheer Ahmed, the only child in my small family that belongs to the upper middle class in Hyderabad, India. My father, Mr. Zafar Ahmed, aged 42 years, is a successful mechanical engineer, working in the gulf for a very reputed multinational company and my mother, Mrs. Rubina Zafar Ahmed (Ruby, as she is mostly called), aged 38 years, is a typical housewife, whose daily routine is to do household works in the day and watching the TV serials in the evening.This incident took place when I was just a teenage boy and has given my 12th standard exams. I wanted to become a mechanical engineer just like my dad. I was waiting for the results and then to join a good engineering college in our city, Hyderabad for the coming three months I was completely free. Daily i used to go to play cricket in a park nearby and at evenings I used to watch TV with my mom Ruby and before sleeping the only thing that came to my mind was watching porn on my computer.I could easily get the

18 year old Ravi was in great thrill. His Mother, Malathi, who was working as a Nurse in Kuwait was coming on vacation that day, after 3 long years. He was ready in early morning itself to go to the airport to receive her. His Father, an Army man, was working in Kashmir. Ravi, the only Son of his parents, was staying with his Paternal Grandfather, a 75 year old man. Ravi was in his second year of college.Seeing Ravi's excitement his Grandfather commented, "Ravi, don't you even want to have breakfast?"Ravi said "I am so excited to see my Mother and to see the gifts my Mother will be bringing for me, that I don't feel any hunger at all".His Grandfather said lovingly, "Malathi is really lucky to have such a loving Son who loves his Mother more than anything in the world".But only Ravi was knowing the REAL REASON behind his excitement. His own Mother Malathi, a 46 year old plump woman, with big boobs, large thighs and bulging buttocks, was the sole object for his jack off fantasies since

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

I'm Kavita, presently aged 28 from Kolkata and possess physical charm that men of all ages find attractive ever since beginning of my teenage. God gave me beauty and that helped my parents to settle my marriage in a well to do conservative family. I used to dream about a handsome husband earning lots of money for me.I kind of just managed to complete my grad from reputed college in Kolkata when my father got this marriage proposal. We were middle class and when proposal of Deep came, we grabbed it with both hands as they were rich and above all Deep was a handsome boy. Deep was working in Delhi with a MNC and we were told he was getting six figure salary every month.As a result, my father(we also) didn't bother to look into details of Deep and within three months, I was married off to Deep. It came as a surprise to me that Deep didn't even kiss me on our 'Phool sojjo (first night). He seemed a bit disturbed and after a brief chat asked me to sleep.My dreams of having wild sex (mainly

My name, for the purposes of this story, is Shatru. I was born in India but soon after my birth my parents moved to United States. At 24 I was single and not dating. It’s not that I didn’t want feminine companionship I did want it badly but somehow I failed to meet a girl of my dreams. I was not a virgin but some of my unsatisfying sexual encounters had been either with prostitutes or lonely women I picked up in bars when I was drunk.A year ago I started living separately from my parents. I left my parents because I stopped agreeing with them on many life issues and religion was one of them. I had no interest in any religion at all. My paternal grandparents were followers of Swami-Narayan. My maternal grandparents were worshippers of Aurobindo and his female disciple who they claim to be the most recent avatara of Durga Devi. So, I am considered an Aurobindo SwamiNarayana mix. Wasn’t that Weird!!!My anger toward religion grew when I was forced to go to visit a so-called swami in

Dipa's husband could not make it so she and her son Badal went to attend her niece's wedding. They arrived 2 days before the wedding and had plan to stay for 3 days.Her sister and her brother in-law did not spare any money for their only daughter's wedding. It seemed like they invited all their relatives from both sides of the family . They had a big three storied house, with only one small room in the third floor. Whenever Badal visited his aunt, he used to get this room on the third floor. He liked it because it was quiet and private.No house was big enough for all the invitees. Distant relatives were accommodated in couple of rented houses. There was still accommodation problem remained for the close relatives. Dipa's sister requested her if she would share the same room this time with Badal and her reply was 'no problem' much to her son's dismay. It would force him to stop his nightly jack off sessions. It would be only for three nights he tried to comfort himself.After a long and

I never thought I would treat my mother Heena as a woman until the day she made me realize I am the man of the house. Few months ago my dad died leaving me and my mother everything he could leave. As a result we have a house and some good cash in the bank. I am a state government employee earning a high salary.All my life I have been reckless when it came to handling house chores. I never bothered about them. I had my dad to take care of outside activities and my mother, inside the home. So I literally lived a no-responsibility life. So when my dad left us, I guess mom had to do all the work. She might have coped well probably for a month or so as she never complained. But one day, she just shouted at me. She cursed me I am irresponsible and a no-good wanderer and this and that. She told me that I am the man of the house and I should take care of all the activities my dad used to do to the household. I felt bad for mom and from then on I started looking into household activities. I

In their youth, Raja and Anaya were full of promise and optimistic about the future, but the years weren't kind. Despite Raja's accounting degree, they struggled to make ends meet. This was a problem unfortunately compounded by the birth of their son, Sai. Anaya wished to contribute to the family funds, but it wasn't viable with a child to raise and Raja wouldn't allow it in any capacity. Raja saw putting a roof over their heads and food on the table as his responsibility alone, just like his father.To find suitable work, they were forced to move from their family and friends to a dilapidated apartment on the outskirts of the capital. Anaya did her best to make the ramshackle house feel like a home. Raja held down two jobs for a time and his pride prevented him from taking handouts from his parents. Anaya was more willing to seek aid and kept the extra money secret.As the years passed, Raja became spiteful of his lot in life and not achieving his potential. Instead of taking out his

The next day went by uneventfully. I opened up my mom’s facebook account in front of her, using the first photo that I took of her face with my camera as her profile picture and used some of the more modest pictures from yesterday for her albums. I had either hidden or edited all the other more revealing pictures of her last night, before I went to bed. I was afraid of what she would think of all the pictures I had taken of her without her knowledge.My mom was very happy with the profile I created and I spent most of the Sunday trying to teach her how to use facebook and at her behest, I taught her how to navigate through the internet. We rarely have these mother-son emotional bonding moments and she was very happy with the amount of attention I was giving her. We even talked to my Dad over the phone and he said he’ll try to come back in a few weeks this time, which made both of use really excited since he’ll be bringing a lot of goodies with him. The day felt really normal

My slumber broke quite late the next morning, about 10:00 AM. Surprisingly, when I woke up, I was sleeping on the carpet next to our empty sofa. There was no one to be found. I was covered in a thin blanket but when I peered inside, I knew I was naked. I put my hand inside and touched my limp cock which seemed quite sore from all the masturbations and the hand-jobs last night, and there was dried up cum on my pubic hairs, my inner thighs and over my scrotum. My thoughts drifted back to last night’s wild sexcapades which started with a leisurely card game and then gradually escalated to a full-blown orgy. I recalled the illicitly tight French-maid’s outfit that my sweet homely innocent mother was forced to wear by this perverted old dominator Uncle Shyam. I remembered how conservative my mom was only about a few months ago and how she had transformed into this slutty MILF, having sex with almost anyone and everyone who came in contact with her – from low-class perverts to African