மறுநாள் மாலை!லலிதாவும் அவன் மனோவும் தீட்டியிருந்த திட்டம் குறித்து அறிந்திருக்க வாய்ப்பில்லாத நிலையில், காவேரி அண்மைக்காலம் போலவே அன்றும் தத்தளித்துக்கொண்டிருந்தாள். "சுரேஷ்!சுரேஷ்!" என்று அவளது உதடுகள் முணுமுணுத்துக்கொண்டிருந்தன. டிவியில் குறிக்கோளின்றி ஏதோ ஒரு தொடர் ஓடிக்கொண்டிருந்தது. வேனலுக்கு பயந்து வெறும் நைட்டி மாத்திரமே அணிந்தபடி அவள் கூதியில்

லலிதா நினைத்தது நடந்தேறியதால், கல்லூரியிலிருந்து திரும்பிய மகனிடம் செமத்தியாக ஓள் வாங்கிய களைப்பில் அவள் அன்றிரவு அயர்ந்து உறங்கிவிட்டிருந்தாள். ஆனால், எதிர்வீட்டில் காவேரி இருப்புக்கொள்ளாமல் புரண்டு புரண்டு படுத்துக்கொண்டிருந்தாள். நகைச்சுவைக்காகவோ, அரிப்பைத் தீர்த்துக்கொள்வதற்காகவோ லலிதா போன்ற நெருங்கிய தோழிகளிடம் அவள் செக்ஸ் குறித்துப் பேசுவதை வழக்கமாக

"என் செல்லமே! உன்னோடது இவ்வளவு பெருசாயிருக்குமுன்னு இதுவரைக்கும் அம்மாக்குத் தெரியாமப் போயிடுச்சேடா ராஜா! உம்ம்ம்ம்ம்! குத்துடா என் தங்கம்! அம்மாவைக் குத்துடா என் சிங்கக்குட்டி!"கைகள் நடுங்கப் பிடித்துக் கொண்டிருந்த அந்தப் பழுப்பேறிய புத்தகத்தின் வரிகளைப் படிக்கப் படிக்க லலிதாவின் கண்களில் பளபளப்பு அதிகரித்துக்கொண்டிருந்தது. தாய்க்கும் மகனுக்கு இடையிலான தகாத

As this continued his attitude towards me changes and he took every opportunity to talk to me and even touch me casually. One day I decided to show him something more! We have a 2 bedroom flat and the common hall lies in the center. From the hall you can see the door of my bedroom. The TV is just in the line with the door of our bedroom and if one is watching TV he could just see what's happening in our bedroom. I decided to take the advantage of this. That day my BIL was watching TV and may be that was some cricket match he was interested in. I decided to make my move and went to the bedroom. I kept the door open and went inside. Then I looked at the hall and could clearly see my BIL looking at the TV. I made some movements just to confirm that he could see what I was doing inside. And I could see him looking at me while watching TV. Now I stood and unwrapped my pallo to remove my sari. As the pallo fell down my breasts stood free, just covered by the blouse. I looked at the hall,

நான் எதிர்பார்த்திருந்த விடுமுறைகள் வந்தே விட்டன. நாற்பத்தி ஐந்து வயதிலும், இந்த உலகத்தின் உச்சாணிக்கொம்பில் இருப்பது போன்ற உணர்வுகள் பெரும்பாலான நேரங்களில் இருந்தபோதும், அவ்வப்போது உடல் கிளர்ந்தெழுந்து கொண்டு, தணிக்கப்படாத வேட்கையின் தாக்கத்தைக் காட்டிக்கொண்டுதானிருந்தது.இந்த விடுமுறைக்கு இரண்டு வாரங்கள் என்னோடு தங்கியிருப்பதற்காக என் மகன் முகேஷ்

அன்று இரவு 1 மணி. என் அப்பா நைட் சிப்ட் வேலைக் போய்விட்டார். என் அம்மாவும் நானும் மட்டுமே வீட்டில் இருந்தோம். என் அம்மா தூங்கி கொண்டு இருந்தாள். அவள் நைட்டி மேலேறிச் சென்று அவளது பருத்தக் கருத்தக்குண்டி வெளியே தெரிந்தது. நான் மெதுவாக அவள் பக்கததில் போய் படுத்தேன். தூங்குது போல நடித்துக் கொண்டே எனது முழு உடலை அவள் பக்கமாக நகர்த்தி அவள் உடலோடு ஓத்தியது போல்

I am 33 yr old married man and have a 4 year old son. Our family is of two sisters and two brothers, sisters are married and brother is living in Belgium with his wife. Me along with my wife and son live with my parents. I work with my dad. We have distributorship of various engineering products. We are quite well off and enjoy a respectable status that comes along being Brahmins. If you are not aware of the caste system in India allow me to enlighten you that Brahmins stay at upper most echelon of the casteist hierarchy.It was fierce winters of December 2009; entire northern part of India was grinded to a halt due to low temps and fog. Every business was slow and so was ours. During this period my mother came up with her wish of visiting Tirupati and Rameshwaram and she wanted to be there on 15 January (an auspicious date in the Hindu calendar).My father asked me to take her along on this pilgrimage as he himself wasn't well. I did not want to go. I am the one for a lot of travel,

On the periphery of the village of Olur, stood a sculpture made from clay, sand and lime. Children of the village were afraid to play anywhere near the statue because it looked scary to say the least. It was a replica of Angannan, a deity who according to folklore, had become a martyr fighting dacoits a few hundred years ago. The thankful villagers remembered his sacrifice with an annual feast filled with decorations and formal events, providing an occasion for the women and children to visit the shrine and offer their prayers. Many male children in the village had one of Angannan's names and most of the adult men felt pride in growing a moustache similar to that of their favorite deity.As the years passed by, the descendants of Angannan migrated to bigger towns and cities, only one descendant of Angannan remained in Olur. Annamma or Annam as she was fondly known represented the solitary family carrying the legacy of Angannan. Not surprisingly, the villagers remained faithful to Annam

I left my wife tied to the window. Hands secured above her head. Eyes covered with her shawl securely tied. I slowly opened the door and let him in.I had great fantasy of seeing my wife being fucked by someone else. I had tried to talk her into it but she was adamant. The more I read sex stories, the more determined I became. I began posting my stories online too to make up for my fantasies.Then I got a mail from Babu.He appreciated my stories. I send him a mail with one line –"Are you interested in fucking my wife?"From there we developed a new unheard relation. At first he thought I was joking, then when he agreed I was reluctant – could I trust a stranger? But the lust was above all and I decided to trust him. We soon fixed a meeting place and got to know each other putting the fears to rest. We developed an outline and I introduced him to my wife as friend who will be here for few days. Earlier I had coaxed her to try out the Basic Instinct model and here she was smiling and

My mom had a voluptuous body. She carried it in such a way that it did not feel so. It was when she ran that, the jiggling of her breast surprised all. The clashes of her boobs threatened to put her off balance. She always wore a tight bra and loose dress to discard her figure. She hated her voluptuous body and went to gym daily but that only made her figure more voluptuous as her waist trimmed. She could not trim her boobs and butt. She always wore jeans and top but on occasions like today, she would wear saree"s.The second member of our family and the last woman -- my sister, on the other hand was a slim beauty. She had just celebrated her 24th birthday but still looked like a new entrant to college because of her perfect shape. Her eyes made her sexy. It was what you call 'The eyes of a deer'. Her slimness, sensual eyes and loose hair made her just luscious. She always wore skirts. Her favourite was jeans skirt above her knees, flaunting her shapely thighs.My father was an active