Tag: mother

After a 40-minute long jog around the neighbourhood and avoiding the temptation to play football, I came back home just before dusk. Outside my house, I took off my drenched t-shirt and stretched down for a few minutes before resting my bums on the lower steps of the wooden staircase, willing my body to cool down. The long run was needed as the morning session with Aayahmah, the afternoon episode with Mom and the unexpected "incident" with Leela had ignited my youthful body with so much feelings and so much passion that I was going crazy with desire."Hey you! Got and get your shower! We are ready to go to the temple" yelled Leela from the veranda behind me.I just sat there motionless, lost in my thoughts, till I felt a hand swipe over my sweaty back. Turning around, I looked into Leela's angelic face, as she sat down on the staircase behind me, smartly dressed in a colourful half sari. I smiled at her ever so innocently."Penny for your thoughts?" Leela teased."Worth more than a penny"

I was woken up by the loud noise of a motorbike – it felt as though the motorbike was right next to my room wall. Grumbling, I pulled away my blanket and turned to look at my bedside clock. It was already 10:15 am. God! I must have slept like a log – but considering the extended physical activities of the night before, it was no surprise. I allowed myself a smile as I got out of bed. I opened my window and looked through the wire-netting towards our neighbour's house which was about 20 meters away from ours. Sure enough, there was our Malay neighbour busy tuning his motorbike.I picked up my towel from the rack, switched off the fan and stepped out of my room. The house seemed unusually quiet, no visible or audible sign of my Aayahmah. After using the toilet, I went to the kitchen – she was not there but a warm mug of coffee was waiting for me. I took a sip and then went to her room – again, empty. I came out to the dining area, put my mug down on the table and wondered where

Bright rays of sunlight beamed into my room through tiny openings on the wooden walls of my room, as I woke up on the Tuesday morning, to the sounds of birds happily chirping on the jambu (guava) and belimbing (star fruit) trees at the back of my house (right behind my room). Recalling the events of the night before I felt overjoyed about my sexual graduation and that I was no longer a virgin. More importantly, my first sexual experience had been so beautiful, so intense and so satisfying – the pleasures and feelings that had run through my body were beyond any of my expectations. If that was what sex and making love was about, then I wanted more - I had found paradise.Making love to Aayahmah was wonderful and if last night was anything to go by, she was as much in need of the pleasures of the flesh as I was. The clean, affectionate and soft-spoken lady I knew as my Aayahmah had transformed into a female animal in bed, fucking me like a bitch in heat and urging me on with obscene

We were an average family of five, well known and respected in the community. My Dad, Ravi, was a postmaster at the local post-office and my Mum, Rani, was a staff-nurse at the district hospital. Dad was then 53 and Mum had just turned 50. Both had fallen in love with each other many moons ago and brought three of us into this world. My eldest sister, Sheela, was 27, a dentist by qualification, recently married to a lawyer and happily settled down in Kuala Lumpur. My second sister, Leela, was 22 and in her third year of a psychology degree at the Science University in Penang. My name is Mohan and I was the youngest at 18. I had just started my first semester, pursuing a Chemical Engineering degree at the University of Malaya in Kuala Lumpur.Our home was located in the town of Tampin in the southern part of Malaysia. At that time, we stayed in a government house (provided by the government, since both my parents were working in the civil service) in a "civil-servants" neighbourhood.

"My son......My pride...." என்று அம்மா என்னை அவள் சினேகிதிகளிடம் பெருமையாக அறிமுகம் செய்து வைத்தாள்."அட... மைதிலி.. உன் பையனா இது? பரவாயில்லையே... சின்ன வயசுல பார்த்தது.... இப்போ நன்னா வளர்ந்துட்டானே...." யாரோ ஒரு மாமி என்னை பாராட்டினாளா இல்லை என்னை பார்த்து பொறாமை பட்டாளா தெரியவில்லை."What is your name young man?" இன்னுமொறு மாது என் தோள்களை பிடித்து திருப்பி கேட்டாள். ஆங்கிலத்தில் கேட்ட அந்த மாடர்ன் மாமியின்

பஸ் புழுதியை கிளப்பிக்கொண்டு பிரேக் போட்டதும் ,கண்டக்ட்டர்..என் தோளை தட்டி."சார்..நீங்க இங்கத்தான் எறங்கணும்.." என்றதும் லேசாக கண்களை மூடியாவறே இருந்த நான் எனது சூட்கேசை எடுத்துக்கொண்டு எறங்கினேன் . "பாத்து ஏறங்குங்க " என்று சொல்லியவாறே எனது கைப்பையை கொடுத்தார்.அவருக்கு நன்றி சொல்லிவிட்டு பஸ் ஸ்டாப்பை விட்டு இறங்கியதும், எதிர்பட்ட கடையில் போய் ஒரு கூல் டிரிங்க்ஸ்

My name is Kaka and this is an almost true story of my life. I am 23 years of age and I do some work in electronics to earn my livelihood. I live in a small town called Sujanpur. The name of my father is Ram Parkas Chopra and he works as a part time construction worker. Most of the times, he would be home and when he is gone for work he wouldn't come for weeks. We don't have much money because of the nature of his job. My mother Rani is 45. She is not much educated but she had a body the very sight of which gives men hardest erections. She had full proportioned boobs and they are almost immune to sag even at her age. I had one elder sister Prathiba, who got married four years ago when she was 21. We stay in a proper concrete house that has two rooms and some open space on both sides. Our bathroom is a little away from main house, so we change our dress mostly in the living room. Before my sister's marriage we were living in two rooms but since then we have given one to a tenant.

You can call me a model boy of Freud as I was born with an Oedipus complex. Ever since reaching puberty, I had been attracted to my mother. She was young then, attractive and full of energy. Despite my extreme horniness, I never thought that I was ever going to touch her sexually or see her naked.My mothers name is Chitra and she is 44. She is 5'3" tall and fair in color with very smooth skin. Her hairs are black and fall to the lower side of her back. She is not fat but has a slight bulge in her tummy. Her boobs are quite big and despite a little sag look beautiful. She wears saris mostly and keeps her pallu above her head. She is a typical innocent Indian housewife who is more interested in religion than anything else. She worships the god and do all sort of puja for long life of my father. My dad too fully trusts her.My dad Raman Kumar is 52 and looks even older. Dad is rarely at home during the day as he runs a gas station nearly 18 hours a day. We are not rich, but my father's

This is an incident of July 2001. I had just returned from my college and holidays were going on. I was 22 years old then. My college was going to open on 26 July. I reached my home on 12 July and the story really starts from there.My mother is 51 yrs old with normal figure. I had lust for her for the past few years. But here lies the contradiction. I never wanted to have sex with her as she is my mother but yet when I masturbated for the first time.I was thinking about her melon boobs, her legs, her waist, her hair, and how I was on top of her holding her boobs smooch her lips and having intercourse, etcAnd yet I had no inclination that the monsoon of the year 2001 is going to change my sex life forever. We live in a big house with father, mother, sister and me. Sister was out of town for studies and hence only three of us were.I reached home on 09 July and life was only meeting friends, video games, eating, enjoying the weather and sleeping. Life changed from 14 July. Will give you

I’m Shekar, 5’9” and 75 kg with an average body. I never gave much importance to my body as every guy does. I was in my last year of college when we struck upon the idea of me and my mom going to our native place together. We boarded the train from Chennai and reached the village in the evening. Every thing was fine till we reached our place. We had our own house to stay whenever we go there. It was bought by dad a few years ago.Ours was a very small house in a small village that it had more farms than shops in the locality. There were no relatives for us in that village that we had actually come to settle a dispute between our relatives regarding a farmhouse that was given to mom by her dad, that’s my grandfather.The house we were staying was actually very small with two floors. The house was so small that it had only one room when dad bought it and had it renovated by adding a floor above. The entire top floor had just a bedroom with a parapet wall and a cloth screen to