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She was Preeti Sehwal, young lass of 21 years having married a week ago to Prakash Sehwal, was on a trip to her mother's house, accompanied by her brother-in-law Rajesh who was 23 years of age.Preeti had taken this trip on the advice of her husband Prakash, who earlier having spoken to her mother Sheetal had sent with her a sealed envelope addressed to her. Preeti was delighted to go to her mother's house and after traveling for 24 hours they reached the farm house situated some distance away from the nearest village.Preeti was born and bred in this farm house and as it was on the outskirts of the village she did not have any friends except the few children of their housekeepers and gardeners. As she was the only child of Rajiv and Sheetal she was pampered a lot and when Rajiv met with a fatal accident six months ago, his wife Sheetal saw that Preeti was married off.Sheetal had found in Prakash, a well established business man, most suitable partner for Preeti and soon she had

On the king size bed in the privacy of their bedroom Alka was thrashing her body wildly while her husband was pounding his cock deep into cunt. She could feel his cock throbbing inside her cunt and knew that any moment he may spurt. As she lifted her legs and allowed his cock to penetrate deeper, giving a final trust her husband spent his sperm into her and being exhausted lay upon her crushing her on the bed. She liked it as it was on rare occasion that he fucked her, more so when he had planned to go on a tour. It was his way of telling her that he will out for few days. Alka looked forward for his tours as it was during this time he used her body.Today it was different as her husband had asked her to take their son and visit her mother. She was worried thinking about her mother who came from a nomad family. She was worried about the stories her mother would tell her teen-aged son. She was worried it may upset him. Apart from the stories the rituals her mother believed in were

He heard the car tyres screech and the door slam before she came striding in. She looked furious and it was the first time he heard her swear and as usual she went to her room and locked herself in. This was happening for a fortnight and Dileep sitting on the sofa could no longer see his mother suffer which prompted him to pick ip the diary and skin its pages.On finding the desired number he dialled and the wait was tormenting before Shyla his mother's friend picked up the phone."It's Dileep," he said with a sigh of relief."How are you my boy?" asked Shyla."I am fine, can I speak to you," he asked."You are lucky to have caught me. I was about to leave," she replied."It's about mother, did she talk to you?" he asked."No what's wrong with her," she alleged."For a fortnight she has looked stressed and stays locked in her room. She comes out only when it's very essential and even then she evades me. Sometimes she howls at me and today I heard her mouth bad words." Said Dileep."Perhaps

Rohan watched the train coast into the station. Glancing down at his watch, he saw that it was already four o'clock. He had been waiting for the train almost an hour. The smell of diesel and hot metal washed over him as the train finally came to a stop. Looking down the line of dirty silver cars, he saw a lady hanging out of a window frantically waving to someone. She was one good looking woman, he thought before he realized that it was his mother. He grinned foolishly, waving back at her. As she continued to wave, he picked up his suitcase and trotted down the platform toward her. Watching her, he saw that she was leaning farther out the window the nearer he got to her."Hello Ma!" he puffed, setting his bag down and reaching up for her."Oh, My Beta! I'm so happy to see you," she said leaning down "It seems like it's been forever since I last saw you."She was leaning out so far out of the window that her saree had fallen to the side revealing her big, soft white breasts. He tried not

It was her twentieth anniversary day. Shobha was waiting for her husband Malhotra, a businessman who was never in time. Today her eyes were anxiously waiting for him as he had promised to take her out.Since a few years Malhotra was so busy in his business that he had practically neglected his wife. His main aim was to make money and he was so successful in it, that he multiplied his financial resources day by day and this kept him away from his wife and their only son Rahul.Rahul, who had just completed 18 years, was a brilliant student. He was the reason for Shobha to be content with life as her husband had been neglecting her since a few years. The only thing Shobha had at her disposal was money and she had it in plenty as her husband never questioned how she utilized it.Stepping into 38th year Shobha still possessed a figure that made every male turn his eyes. She was not conscious of her figure as she had resigned from enjoying sex with her husband since a long time and it never

My eldest son Alex has always been special to me. He may not be the paragon of our species, nor am I. Nobody is, for that matter. But certain people happen to be on the same wavelength, emotionally and spiritually. Their togetherness, unconditional union, creates a feeling of perfection, wholeness, a oneness by which all existential worries fade into impertinence. The frowning horizons of past and future fuse into nothingness and an eternal present remains. We both are like that, even our names are alike -- Alex and Alicia.In addition to Alex I have one more child, Rose who is aged 16 and is now in a hostel doing her higher secondary course. She does not aspire for or need my companionship. She is anxious to explore the brave wide world and greener pastures out there in contrast with Alex's centrifugal tendencies towards his mother.I am a housewife aged 37 with a not so bad anatomy, my curves measure 36D- 26- 34. Even today I turn heads on the streets and I know what an effect I have

I am 36 years old, married for 18 years now. I have a 16-year-old daughter. My husband is a 44-year-old General Manager in a private firm in Kolkata. I too work in a bank just to pass time, as I do not like to stay at home. Due to regular aerobics at the gym I have a good body. I have a 36C bust, a 28 waist and a perfectly round 36 ass.My husband says that men stare at my ass anywhere I go. It does make a big curve when viewed sideways. Also the biggest asset I have that distinguishes me from most Indian women is my height. I stand at 5.7". I have dark brown, long hair coming all the way up to my hips, which are always tied up in traditional Indian style. I have a very fair skin making make-up unnecessary for me, though I do put on some lipstick.The incident I want to narrate happened about a year back.We had moved to Kolkata only some 6 months back from the firm's Mumbai office. Our house was a good 20-25 minutes from our offices. Being new in the city, my husband always used to send

I just got married last year and I have a very gorgeous mother-in-law with height 5′6”, fair, long brown hairs and brown eyes, sexy back and voluptuous figure of 36D-32-36 and flat tummy. She always wears a saree. I was attracted to her from the day I saw her, and even she knows it because whenever I go at her place I use to stare at her assets and try to touch them and rub my palm against her nice round ass or sometimes elbowing her boobs if I got the chance. She never liked my behavior but never complained to anyone.One day I got a call from my father-in-law asking to come to their native for holidays. I said I will talk to Reenu (my wife) and let you know tomorrow. I called and the tickets were bought. I was happy with the thought that at least I will be able to adore her beauty, and get close to her if possible. We went there for a week. Mother-in-law was very happy on seeing us but behaved very formally with me and was bit shy of me, but I think she was suspecting my

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,

I and my wife and I have only one son. He was married four years ago. We got Anuradha as our daughter in law. Anuradha had a happy married life and gave birth to two children within the next 4 years. Since she was our only daughter in law we loved her very much. In a car accident her husband passed away and my daughter in law became a widow at just 22 years of age. At that point from the time my wife had expired two years ago. I had been living all alone For two years there was no woman in my house. I was depressed and frustrated at my loneliness.I was glad that my daughter in law and her children staying with me. I had a small house - one living room, two bed-rooms, kitchen and a bath-room with a WC. Anuradha and her children occupied one bed-room and I slept in the other bed-room. My daughter in law took charge of all the needs of the house - in terms of cooking, cleaning, washing etc. For one month things were fine. One day during the 3rd week of November when I woke up early in