Tag: mom

 A new day started as I woke up from my bed, my eyes directly went on to the clock on the wall. I was late. I thought that my mom may also be sleeping today. So I got up and went to pee and then took my toothbrush. Still brushing my teeth, I came out into living room and found that mom was watching TV. I asked her when she woke up; she said that she woke up to take the milk. I thought that bastard milkman was very happy to see mummy taking the milk today.I went back to my bathroom to clean my teeth and get fresh when I came back; mom said that breakfast was ready. Now mummy prepared the breakfast after so many days.I went and started the breakfast and told her that she may have told to me to get the breakfast. She said that she did not want to disturb me as I may have arrived late in night and couldn’t sleep properly. She also said slowly that she was feeling better now because of my massages. I smiled hearing this and she also smiled.Later, in the day I was doing some

 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

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

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

I am Mahesh, a motherfucker from the Indian state of Tamilnadu. I was very normal son to my mother until I was 18 and my mom was about 37. From my childhood I spent a lot of my time with mom as my dad was away to a town due to his job. I spent most of my childhood in the village house of my maternal uncle (called Sharma mama). It was quiet later, when I started to go to college that dad took mom and me to town and we started living with him. Due to the smallness of the house it was arranged between us that my mom, and me would sleep in one room while dad would sleep in the other room.I never thought about my mom sexually till one night I awoke from a bad dream and found that mom was not in the room. Where was she? I became curious and went to search for her in the corridor outside the room. I was about to look towards the washroom when I heard a sound coming from my father's room. I peeped there and saw my dad pressing my mom's bare breasts. She was murmuring something but her voice

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

I was amazed at how far my mom had come from being a shy, loyal, conservative housewife to a horny, submissive slut. True, she was being controlled by a perverted old man. But even a blind man could see that something inside her was stirring and she too was enjoying the perversions that she was being subjected to.When she went inside the bathroom, I could hear faint sounds of moaning inside along with the trickling sounds of the shower. She was probably fingering her excited, mature pussy after having such an intense session with the milkman. I knew she longed for a fuck, especially after some of the intense orgasms that she had thanks to the milkman's finger-fucking. If the young low-class man wanted to, he could've easily fucked her. I knew my mom wouldn't protest, given that she was enjoying his thick, manly cock inside her mouth so much so that she allowed him to cum all over her, and even drank some of it like a professional whore. But I guess he was afraid of me showing up at

My name is Raju now a 16 year old budding boy living with my mom and dad. My Elder Sister,Priya was elder to me by 8 years. She was married to a software engineer in Bangalore.It was the month of may, I was having my school vacation. Priya Sister called one day saying that her Husband received a direct order from his office in Europe. She asked mom to come and stay with her since the place where she stays is remote from the city and isolated without any neighbours nearby. Mom said she would come there the next day with me. Unfortunately my mom and dad had to go to Madurai the next day in order to attend a funeral of a close relative. Mom told him "Raju go to sister's house and stay there for three months till your vacation". Mom asked him take his school books so that he can study when it gets bored. Mom also told that she would come there next week..I took the night train to Bangalore. While on travel I remembered about my elder sister(akka). My Akka looks like Hollywood actress