Tag: taboo

என் பெயர் சாந்தி. வயது 24. திருமணமாகி 4 வருடங்கள் ஆகிறது. பிறந்தது வளர்ந்தது நகரத்தில் என்றாலும் திருமணத்திற்கு பின் கிராமத்தில் வசிக்க வேண்டியதாகி விட்டது. என் கணவர் நகரத்தில் நல்ல வேலையில் இருந்தாலும் கிராமத்தில் உள்ள நிலங்களை விட்டு போக மனமில்லாமல் இங்கிருந்த படியே வேலைக்கு போய் வந்தார்.  எனக்கு கிராமத்தில் அதுவும் தனியான வீட்டில் இருக்க விருப்பம் இல்லை

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

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

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