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My mother is 55 years old. I'm 35. I have never had any sexual thoughts about my mother. That's not the kind of relationship we have. She wanted to visit my sister down in Fla, so I agreed to drive her there. I knew the trip would take two days, so we would have to stay in a hotel one night. I didn't want to pay for two rooms so I asked mom if it was OK if we stayed in one room with two beds. She had no problem with that.The day arrived. I picked mom up early in the morning and got started on the drive.We just had small talk in the car, nothing important. The drive was pretty boring. I was glad when it became evening so I started looking for a hotel.I found one for 39 dollars per night. The clerk asked me if I was alone or with someone. I asked why. He stated if it was two people it would cost 59 dollars instead of 39 dollars. I lied and told the clerk it was just me. I parked in front of the room. I opened the trunk and took out our two over night bags.I ask mom if she needed

"Harold, this is crazy! We're never going to fit all that in the car.I had to agree with Mom on this one. We were shutting down the summer cabin early, and as usual, it meant bringing home lots of gear that had migrated there during our multiple 'mini-vacations'. Unfortunately, Dad's workload had exploded with a new contract, and it was unlikely we'd get back out to the house again that summer.This season we'd accumulated more than ever. The coolers with all the game meat were the main culprits. We'd planned on the wild pig hunt earlier in the summer, but had to reschedule twice, due to weather. Mom and Aunt Marie had conniption fits when they found out we'd be hunting on the last day of our vacation. After a bit they settled down and gave in. Mom was a big believer in 'male bonding'. Dad and I didn't do enough together, other than watch football part of the year, by her way of thinkin'.We'd taken up hunting two years back, and even though it was pricey as hobbies go, it turned out to

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

After completing my SSC exams, I went to my Aunty- mother's elder sister Padmavathi Devi's house. Padma aunty's husband was her maternal uncle. Padma got married when she was 16 and her uncle 29. They have two daughters Radha and Visala 21 and 19. Both got married. Padma' husband was govt. officer, got transferred to state head quarters and didn't shift the family. He used to visit aunty once a month or so. Padma was alone in the house and It was proposed by her that I stay with her, join the college for my inter course. My parents agreed. That's why I went to stay with her. More over since she doesn't have male child, I was treated like her son.Even at that age I was sexually attracted towards her and spent all day looking at her. Padma Aunty was 39, 5'6" tall, has beautiful sexy figure, a heavyset lady, large expressive eyes, pleasant pectorals, round face, thick juicy lips, dimple cheeks, blemish less clear smooth skin, long thick jet black silky smooth lustrous shining hair

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

Well my name is Parth and I came across many Mom fantasy stories and I always wanted to share mine but was hesitant.Let me first tell you something about my mom. Her name is Varsha and is a very homely lady. She is 48 years old now but looks like 30 only because of day to day household work and morning routine exercise. My Dad was an aircraft engineer who died of an accident when I was 19 years old. My mom was then 38 years. She still looked young as she got married at a very young age.We had enough to survive and mom banked on my education to fulfill future. I never thought about my mom otherwise at that time and we started living our life. But after 6 months of my dad's death, I started noticing that my mom was feeling lonely because there was no one to share her feelings as I was always busy with my friends. One day while having dinner I started talking to her about what made her feel so sad and lonely and what I can do. She told me -- "nothing much except concentrate on your

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

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