Tag: mom

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

How can one define innocence? Leaving your back-pack in the bathroom; is that an innocent act? Without a doubt. Leaving it just before your mom goes in there to take her shower? Well, it can certainly be seen as a coincidence. Innocent, surely. Letting your phone in it? Nothing more than a fluke. All innocent. Then again, turning the camera on and positioning the phone so that the top corner peaks from the inadequately closed zipper... That's something else.I was sitting in my room, at my desk. Behind the wall just in front of me was the bathroom from where I could hear the shower running. Then stopping. Then the sound of the curtains being pulled opened. My heart was racing. Anyone looking at me would only see a twenty year old guy looking at his monitor. But in my mind's eye, I was picturing my mom coming out of the shower, fully naked, drying her large breasts, nice hips and smooth thighs, rubbing at her pussy and bush before wrapping the towel on her head. She was all alone in

Olivia was staring at her mother through the frosted window. The snowstorm was so intense that it looked like it was dusk even though it was still high noon. Her forehead pressed against the cold glass, Olivia was smiling; her mom wasn't out to shovel or gather wood or even play in the snow. Nope. She was outside doing yoga. In a freaking snowstorm.Catherine was what you could call a nature, health and yoga nut. For years now, Olivia and her brother Evan had watched their previously drab and overweight mother transform into a colorful and lean woman. She had traded most of her beige and grey suits for brighter and livelier clothing, and had lost about forty pounds of fat. Probably more, Olivia thought, given that her mother was now a lot stronger than she had been.As she watched her slipping once again in the snow, Olivia shook her head and smiled again. Even as she sighed, she had had to confess to their mother, last year, that her two children were both in great shape because she

Lea was a wanted woman. At work, with her friends or with family. Lea was popular for very many reasons. She was a hard working woman, really knew how to have a good time and she was a wonderful cook as well as a remarkable hostess. She was charming, always smiling even when life was tough and she usually attracted people from the moment they met. The fact that both her parents were born in Venezuela, which made her pretty exotic here in her almost racially uniform town, only added to her appeal.She was also very popular with men, of course. That Venezuelan face, skin tone, eyes and body type would have made her popular just by itself. Lea was a beautiful, warm and even now at almost forty, she still exuded an air of sensuality whether she wanted to or not. In fact, when she was young, she even posed for a few nude modelling websites.That meant that Lea, while very beautiful in a classical way, was also blessed with a remarkable body. First off, she was naturally curvy. Very much so.

Lew, standing in the hallway, watched his mother packing her suitcase. "Well, at least she's smiling!" he thought, a small smile on his own lips. When he and his girlfriend had hatched this plan he could have sworn that it wouldn't work. But given that they were to take a plane later today, it was clear that he had been wrong.Shifting his eyes slightly, Lew looked at his mother like men looked at women. Just for a moment, of course. His mother was still very beautiful and sexy even though she was nearly forty. She was average size, but very curvy. Not curvy in the sense that she was chubby. Instead she was blessed with very large breasts and prominent hips, with a small waist in between. Her long brown hair, currently loose all over her back, enhanced her sexiness.He had no idea why she was still single, three years after she broke up with Lew's dad. And the fact that she was single was the number one reason behind this crazy idea of a trip south. Lew and his girlfriend thought about