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Standing on the platform eagerly waiting for the train to come was Adithya. He kept looking at his watch and found it reading 3 minutes to 6 p.m. He was getting impatient as the train carrying his mother was destined to reach at 6.Adithya looked forward to meet his mother who was joining him as his wife Rashmi had gone to her mother's house for the first time after marriage. He stood with abated breath waiting for the train to come and when he heard the shrill whistle of the train he was relieved.Adithya was pleased when he saw his mother alight. It was almost 8 months since he had last seen her and today his joy knew no bounds when he hugged his mother and welcomed her.Nanda a cherubic woman in her early forties was enchanted to see her son after a long time and seeing him her eyes were filled.Adithya carrying her luggage escorted her to his car and soon they reached his apartment. Nanda was pleased to see her son who in a span of 8 months had done wonders and was well settled in his

Ravi Chopra was cruising 10,000 feet above sea level in the Boeing in which he was traveling from U.K to India. It was about to land in a short time. He was daydreaming about his mother whom he had not seen since past three years. It was a long wait and now that he was so close his apprehension was growing by the second. He was getting impatient and was biting his nails. His joy knew no bounds when he heard the voice 'fasten your seat belts' and he jumped into thin air when he felt aircraft landing on the tarmac.Mala short for Malathi Chopra was also in the same frame of mind, waiting for her son at the Airport. She could not believe herself when she saw the Boeing landing. She too could not believe she would be seeing her son in a few moments. Three years? Three years was too long a wait for her and now when the time had come to see her son, it was like seeing God.It was not just three years that Mala had suffered. It was three years and three months precisely since the tragedy fell

Smitha aged around 40 years, a landlady holding assets worth millions and mother of 19 year old Suresh was suddenly awakened from her deep sleep as she felt her nightgown being ripped away from her body and before she could come out of her sleep, she felt the heavy weight of a man empower her and pin her to the king size bed.Being imprisoned in his hold she felt his rough hands slide down her back and on reaching her panties they ripped the thin garment away from her body. On being stripped, Smitha felt the man's hand viciously reach over her chest and en-circling her arms they gripped her shoulders powerfully, bruising her tender skin. As Smitha was being manhandled she started to take deep breaths and when she felt his hot cock poking between her buttocks she bit her lips tightly waiting for him to thrust his cock deep into her cunt and assault her.It took just a few seconds for the man to penetrate her from behind and when his cock got lodged in her almost dry cunt, he started to

ஆண்டு கி.பி.2035கழுத்தில் கட்டியிருந்த எனது டையை சரி செய்துவிட்டு நிமிர்ந்த என் அம்மாவை நான் கண்ணிமைக்காமல் பார்த்தேன். இந்த வயதிலும் எவ்வளவு அழகாய் இருக்கிறாள் இவள்? இளமையில் எப்படி இருந்திருப்பாள்? எத்தனை ஆண்களின் கனவை திருடியிருப்பாள்?"என்னடா அப்படி பாக்குற?""ரொம்ப அழகா இருக்குற மம்மி. மாடர்ன் டிரஸ் போட்டா எப்படி இருப்ப தெரியுமா? நீ என்னடான்னா இன்னும் அந்த காலத்து

Meena had left no stone unturned while arranging for her son's twenty first birthday. She had gone that extra mile in inviting his friends and today looking at the gathering she was hopeful that she might find that one person she was looking for.She was looking for that one beautiful damsel who would be Rajesh's bride. She wanted to have her son married and today her eyes looked down on all the girls present hoping against hope that she would find the one she was after. She mingled with the girls, chatted with them and by the time the party came to an end she had short listed three of them.As Meena moved around Rajesh's friends eyed her all the time. They were in a dilemma as they could not place her. They argued that she could be Rajesh's aunt if not his sister and finally when she was introduced they found it hard to believe that she was his mother. Meena though in her early forties looked not a day more than thirty six.The next day in the college campus the talk was about Meena.

It all came to be because the house was full. Children were visiting with their own toddlers and his father had come to visit them. And because the house was full Deepu couldn't get enough of his wife Paromita. And because he couldn't get enough he was like an untamed bull.And that led to the brash decision to fuck on the kitchen floor. The rest of what followed was not known to him.She was sitting on the kitchen floor, grinding masala for tomorrow's hilsa fish curry and it was late night. As it is with Bengali households dinner ended late. One by one all the family members went to bed and the lady of the house, after clearing the dishes and putting away things was getting a lead on next day's intended menu.She sat on the floor, her saree pulled up naturally and was using the heavy grinding stone on the slab below to make the masala paste for tomorrow. A day in advance not only saved time but also somehow made the mix more pungent and potent.She would wake her husband early to go get

She had been sleeping in front of the T.V. So had the others. But they had all felt sleepy at different points in time and gone to bed.Shobha and Kumar had come visiting to the house of Gopal and Dipti. They had a nineteen year old son, Ajay. The movie which they had been watching was a murder story but it had some erotic scenes. Ajay, the son had left when a passionate and intense lovemaking scene had come on. Gopal and Dipti, the boy's parents, froze when that scene had come up and the young man had been discreet enough to leave.The house had all the bedrooms upstairs and ever since they had arrived earlier in the evening no one had gone upstairs. The servants had carried luggage up and Gopal and Kumar had poured drinks. The women drank too, though the family as a whole was kept conservative under the watchful eyes of the parents. The women wore sindoor and mangalsutra and wore sarees in a traditional way, covering their head whenever elders were around. For Shobha, Gopal was an

It was on the tenth day of his grandfather's demise that the last of the relatives who had come to attend the funeral left Raj and his mother Kala alone in their small abode. It was difficult for them to get used to the fact that the old man was not prying upon them anymore. Since Raj lost his father 9 years ago, his grandfather kept a hawk's eye on them and now it was difficult for them to digest the fact that he was no more.Having lived under his nose for 9 years it came as a big relief that at last they were not under his scanner. On one hand he felt free and on the other he was troubled as he had to take care of his mother. Though he was 19 years it was a huge responsibility on him to look after his mother with what little resources he had in hand. Having a strong feeling that he could manage, he felt relieved.As evening dawned, his mother Kala looking at the stairs leading to the attic said. 'Why don't we go up and have a look.''Yes Mom,' he replied as he was keen to climb the

By the time Madhuri came back from the temple, Ashik had gone to his room and Kalpana after removing the telltale signs of their frenzy, was busy cooking dinner. Madhuri after having a wash came of her room and not finding Ashik went up to his room. She knocked on his door and on not getting any response walked back.As she came down the stairs she saw Kalpana standing under the ceiling fan. She had slid the top of her sari from her bosom and holding it loosely, was letting the cool air play on her. Her chin was up and the top o her petite breasts were juggling inside her wet blouse. Madhuri got excited and moving towards her she asked 'Is it too hot dear?''Yes, today it us unusually hot' replied Kalpana continuing to stand upright and fanning herself with the top of her sari.This encouraged Madhuri and saying 'come let me help you' she took hold of the top of her sari from her hand.Hearing those words Kalpana was surprised and before she could react, her mother-in-law started to wipe

She was Kalpana. She was an elegant, learned, ravishing and mature lady in her late twenties. She was a graduate with History as her majors. She was happily married to Vijay, an upcoming executive in a major IT industry. They were in the seventh year of their blissful life.Vijay, being an executive was out of station most of the time. He was a hard working person who had a vision of reaching the top. Kalpana helped him in every way possible to see him reach his goal. She spent many a sleepless nights when he was out of town.They lived in a small cozy place. They were childless. Both craved for a child but God had yet to shower his mercy upon them. Kalpana had recently opted to pursue her studies further and read for her Doctorate in Ancient Indian History. Vijay had encouraged her and totally supported her ambition.One day Vijay came home bubbling with joy while Kalpana too was waiting for him enthusiastically. Both were anxious to convey news and it was Vijay who blurted out 'I have