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Standing at the Fiumicino airport lounge area, I surveyed around looking desperately for two middle aged Indian ladies but it was tough to identify anyone in the sea of people wearing masks. My elder sister nonchalantly sat nearby, wearing her ever present headphones listening to some crazy stuff as usual.Finally, I saw two saree wearing ladies come out from the washroom and I was relieved to say the least, as the flight announcer had called out our names two times by now."Ma, how many times have I told you and Mausi (aunty in Hindi) not to go absent when it's boarding time!" I nervously shouted at them as we quickly ducked into the connecting duct to the entry of our flight, possibly escaping at the final moments before a full blown COVID struck Italy and the rest of Europe.As I relaxed into the seat and the in-flight announcements were being made, I remembered what a nightmarish last two months have been for our family.Let me introduce myself and the rest of the people before I

இந்தக் கதை என்னையும் என் அம்மாவையும் பற்றியது. நான் சூரஜ், கர்நாடகத்தைச் சேர்ந்த 21 வயது இளைஞன். நான் என் அம்மாவுடன் ஒரு பண்ணையில் வாழ்கிறேன். என் அம்மா என் அப்பாவைத் திருமணம் செய்துகொண்டபோது அவருக்கு வயது பதினெட்டு மட்டுமே. அப்போது என் அப்பாவுக்கு முப்பத்தொன்று வயது. என் அம்மாவுக்கு இருபது வயதாக இருக்கும்போது நான் பிறந்தேன்.என் அப்பா ஆரோக்கியம் குறித்து

SharmilaI was not able to sleep for last few days. The single thought that kept running through my mind was my son Arjun ravaging my sister-in-law Sangita. I kept imagining his hard bull sized cock entering the wet depth of his middle-aged conjugal partner. No matter how much I fingered myself, thinking about getting the same pleasure for myself, it just felt unsatisfactory.I needed my son Arjun.I needed him so bad.Am I a bad mother?At this point of time do I really care?I had made up my mind that I have to convince my son to become my lover. If I have to seduce the poor teenager and make his mind jelly, I am going to fucking do that.I was positive my big teardrop milky white lactating tits can do its magic like they have always done and before long I would be in the arms of my strong son getting ravished like a cheap whore.My skin still radiated a golden hue and if I put my mind into it, I can definitely look as stunning as Sangita.The night beforeArjunAs I attempted to once more

After the regular domestic chores of cooking sweeping and washing, as usual, I took a long bath and put on a fresh saree. It was a warm sunny day of November and I felt very lively and lightheaded. It was midday and my plan was to take a long nap after pleasuring myself.My private parts were very tingly and warm, it was time to take care of her, my little nether world. Lately that was my only option to relive myself and I had a grudge for my thick husband. Then I saw a cute boy opening the wicket gate and coming in. He seemed to have no confusion, apparently, he knew the place.The ruddy little boy was my son's classmate, he had been introduced to me by my son Tomy at school on one occasion, as his best friend. From the first look itself, I liked him. I had held his hand and looked deep into his large innocent eyes. He looked so innocent and cute, and I had an urge to hold him close to my chest. On a PTA meeting I had met his mother also. She was a striking beauty, a personification of

Prameela was buying vegetables at the farmer's market when she felt someone staring at her intently. She glanced around, trying to figure out who it was.Her suspicion was right--a boy, maybe seventeen or eighteen, was gazing at her like he wanted to devour her.His stare made her uncomfortable. After all, her own son was around the same age. That thought sparked a flicker of doubt in her mind. "If this boy was staring at me like this, could my son be doing the same to some other woman?"And then, another thought crept in. At home, she was often careless with her saree pallu. Her breasts were full and heavy--try as she might to conceal them, they always seemed ready to spill out of her blouse. What if, God forbid, her own son looked at her the way this boy did...?She was lost in these spiraling thoughts when--"What's wrong? You're lost in some deep thinking!" came the voice of her friend Kavitha, who had joined her at the market.Prameela subtly pointed at the boy with her eyes and

8.1: The Husband's ReturnSunday morning broke over Hyderabad with a lazy, golden haze, the sun spilling through the curtains of Madhuri's sprawling two-story home, casting long shadows across the marble floor.The front door creaked open, and her heart jolted--Ramesh shuffled in, his suitcase dragging behind him, his tired frame slouched in a crumpled blazer. At 42, he was still handsome--sharp jaw, salt-and-pepper hair--but his eyes carried a weariness that matched his limp spirit."Home finally," he said, voice hoarse from jetlag, dropping his bag by the sofa. She straightened, smoothing her saree--her navel peeked out, a reflex--and forced a smile, her volcano simmering beneath the mask of a dutiful wife. "How was the trip, Ramesh? Wasn't expecting you this early." she asked, stepping closer, her scent--jasmine and sweat--wafting toward him.He nodded, sinking into the couch, his gaze flickering over her curves, but it dulled fast--no spark, no hunger. "Thought of giving you a

என் பெயர் ஆல்பர்ட் அம்மா பெயர் மாலதி ,அப்பாவும்,அம்மாவும் சென்னைக்கு டிராஸ்பர் வாங்க ட்ரை செய்தார்கள்….புருஷன் பொண்டாட்டிக்கும் ஒரே நேரத்தில் கொடுக்க முடியாது என்பதால்,யாராவது ஒரு ஆள் மட்டும் சென்னைக்கு டிராஸ்பர் வாங்க சந்தர்ப்பம் கிடைத்தது..மிகுந்த ஆலோசனைக்கு பிறகு,அம்மா என்னோடு சென்னை வருவதாய் முடிவானது..எனக்கு உள்ளுக்குள் ரெம்ப சந்தோஷம்..அப்பா என்னிடம்

4.1: The Shame's EchoMonday morning broke over Hyderabad like a heavy shroud, the air thick with humidity and the weight of Madhuri's unraveling. She sat hunched on her bed, still nude from last night's video call, the purple scarf crumpled beside her, her alt phone--ShyVelvet--a silent accuser on the sheets. DevilzMask's reveal--"I've known all along, Madhuri"--echoed in her skull, leaving a bitter memory tainted by shock and embarrassment.Her body still trembled, her pussy faintly pulsing from the near climax, but her mind was a storm of regret, shame flooding every corner of her being."This better be a nightmare" she whispered, her voice hoarse, tears streaking her face as she replayed the call--his voice, his cock, her surrender, and that final, devastating blow: her name on his lips.She grabbed her phones, hands shaking, and opened ShyVelvet--nudes, voice notes, videos of her fingering herself, all sent to him, all seen by a stranger who knew her."What have I done!?" she sobbed,

The mirror in Madhuri's bedroom was her silent confidant. One fine morning, she stood before it, adjusting the pleats of her emerald-green saree, the silk hugging her thick, curvy figure like a lover's embrace.At 5'7", she towered over most women in her luxury Banjara Hills neighborhood, her 36D breasts straining against her blouse, a sight that made her husband Ramesh's colleagues stutter during dinner parties.Her long, straight nose flared slightly as she dabbed rose-scented perfume on her neck, her plump lips--juicy as petals--curving into a proud smile. She knew she was beautiful."I'm a living poem, aren't I?" she murmured to her reflection, her brown eyes glinting with a mix of arrogance and longing.Beauty was her armor, her shield against the whispers of a society that demanded she be nothing more than a devoted wife and mother.Every man who stared too long, every jealous glance from a friend's husband--it fueled her.Ramesh might not satisfy her anymore, his 5-inch efforts

செல் போனில் நம்பரை டயல் செய்தேன். ரிங் போன சற்று நேரத்தில் மறு முனையில் “ஹலோ” என்று கொஞ்சும் குரலில் பதில் வர ”ஹலோ நிர்மலா! நான் இன்னும் முப்பது நிமிசத்தில அங்க இருப்பேன். நீ ரெடியா கிளம்பியிரு” என்றேன்,“சரிங்க அத்தான், வரும் போது பிரட் வாங்கிட்டு வாங்க’ மறுபடியும் கிளி பேசியது.“சரிடி, வாங்கிட்டு வரேன். வச்சிடு”“என்னது, சரி-டி-யா. இருங்க அக்காகிட்ட சொல்றேன்” என்று கிளி