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I am Raja, I have a family of my wife, Rukmini, and two kids, everything is normal at home, only thing different from normal is the mother of my children is also my mother.I was 18 at the time, my mother was 37, having been married as soon she was 18 as the tradition was during those days where a girl was married as soon as she was eligible. My father left her before I was even born, and she just ended up being cursed for it. She was forced to live alone, her parents sent her money to live by, but would not let her back into their home for fear of incurring the community's wrath. My mother raised me in these circumstances and I grew adoring her strong self in spite of all these difficulties and not having an education to support her. As I grew older , I wanted to help women who were victims of these social circumstances to resettle in their lives. Men, whose wives left them could easily remarry, but women had to live with it their entire life. This bothered me seeing my mother suffer

My name is Raja and this is the story of we (my mother-in-law, mother and wife) became a loving family.I was 19 then and living with my mother Rukmini, 39. We were pretty rich and lived a luxurious life, my father had run away when I was 3, so I never knew how or who he was.My mother had a best friend Padmini, who was 3 years younger to my mom, she was 36. They used to work in the same office and her husband was a drunkard who was 12 years older than her at 48. Now both my mom and her friend are very good looking. Padmini was a 39-27-37 and my mom 39-29-40. She lived in the next street and everytime her husband was drunk and was beating or something she would come to our house with her daughter Rekha who was a year younger than I was around 18.Rekha was very beautiful and had a sexy looking body, must have been a 34-24-34.She and I had grown up and together and I was pretty muscular as I used to work out in the gym and she was studying in a nearby town staying in the ladies hostel, as

பள்ளிப் படிப்பு முழுவதையும் ஹாஸ்டலில் கழித்து விட்ட என் அன்பு மகன் சுந்தர் கல்லூரியில் சேர்ந்த பின் இனி என்னுடனே தங்க போவதாக சொன்ன போது என் மகிழ்ச்சிக்கு அளவே இல்லை. இத்தனை நாள் தனிமை இனி இல்லை என்ற எண்ணம் மட்டுமே அப்போது அந்த மகிழ்ச்சிக்கு காரணமாக இருந்தது. நீண்ட இடைவெளிக்கு பின் அவனுடன் அதிக நேரம் இருந்த போது அவன் முற்றிலும் மாறியிருப்பதை உணர்ந்தேன். அவனுடைய

I was lazing around in my room, when my lovely mom came in. She looked lovely, and nobody could say she was 35. She looked to be in her early 20's. She fussed over me not cleaning the room and told me to clean."Even you are not good in this house" She lamented."Mom, I will clean, don't make a big fuss of this""Yes, Yes, that is what you say all the time""Come on, let me be""Yes, I will let you be, I don't want you to become like the other people of this house""Oh mom, I am your son, I love you""Oh Thank you beta(son)" she said and gave me a hug"Look beta, I am sorry I keep fussing over you, but who else can I fuss over?""It's ok, mom, I understand""My parents got me married at 17 and your dad left a couple of months after that after some hussy, the good thing was I was pregnant with you, my mother-in-law always keeps blaming me for that, I just have a hard time sometimes, I want you at least to be responsible and not like them""Yes Mom, I won't disappoint you""Thank you, Raja, my

இரவு சாப்பாட்டுக்கு வீடு வந்த போது அம்மா படுத்து தூங்கி விட்டாள். அடுத்த நாள் காலை நான் செல் போன் அலாரம் சத்தம் கேட்டு எழுந்து கீழே வந்த போது, அம்மா ரெடியாகி வேலைக்கு வரும் பெண்கள் மற்றும் அப்பாவுடன் கிளம்பிக் கொண்டுடிருந்தாள்.அம்மாவை தனியாக மடக்கி பக்கத்தில் யாரும் இல்லாத போது“ஏய்! !! சுமா குட்டி!!! என்னடி நீ பாட்டுக்கு வேலைக்கு கிளம்பிட்ட?!!! நான் என்ன பண்ண?!!” இங்க

Standing at the Fiumicino airport lounge area, I surveyed around looking desperately for two middle aged Indian ladies but it was tough to identify anyone in the sea of people wearing masks. My elder sister nonchalantly sat nearby, wearing her ever present headphones listening to some crazy stuff as usual.Finally, I saw two saree wearing ladies come out from the washroom and I was relieved to say the least, as the flight announcer had called out our names two times by now."Ma, how many times have I told you and Mausi (aunty in Hindi) not to go absent when it's boarding time!" I nervously shouted at them as we quickly ducked into the connecting duct to the entry of our flight, possibly escaping at the final moments before a full blown COVID struck Italy and the rest of Europe.As I relaxed into the seat and the in-flight announcements were being made, I remembered what a nightmarish last two months have been for our family.Let me introduce myself and the rest of the people before I

இந்தக் கதை என்னையும் என் அம்மாவையும் பற்றியது. நான் சூரஜ், கர்நாடகத்தைச் சேர்ந்த 21 வயது இளைஞன். நான் என் அம்மாவுடன் ஒரு பண்ணையில் வாழ்கிறேன். என் அம்மா என் அப்பாவைத் திருமணம் செய்துகொண்டபோது அவருக்கு வயது பதினெட்டு மட்டுமே. அப்போது என் அப்பாவுக்கு முப்பத்தொன்று வயது. என் அம்மாவுக்கு இருபது வயதாக இருக்கும்போது நான் பிறந்தேன்.என் அப்பா ஆரோக்கியம் குறித்து

SharmilaI was not able to sleep for last few days. The single thought that kept running through my mind was my son Arjun ravaging my sister-in-law Sangita. I kept imagining his hard bull sized cock entering the wet depth of his middle-aged conjugal partner. No matter how much I fingered myself, thinking about getting the same pleasure for myself, it just felt unsatisfactory.I needed my son Arjun.I needed him so bad.Am I a bad mother?At this point of time do I really care?I had made up my mind that I have to convince my son to become my lover. If I have to seduce the poor teenager and make his mind jelly, I am going to fucking do that.I was positive my big teardrop milky white lactating tits can do its magic like they have always done and before long I would be in the arms of my strong son getting ravished like a cheap whore.My skin still radiated a golden hue and if I put my mind into it, I can definitely look as stunning as Sangita.The night beforeArjunAs I attempted to once more

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