After Uncle Shyam left I quickly jumped over to my balcony and went inside my room. I saw my mom coming over to my bedroom and unlocking the door. I decided to sleep for the time being, thinking that no other male was coming. Plus, I knew that after squiring so much, my mother would also be tired.I woke up late at night and went to the dinner table. As usual my mom was wearing a red color silk nighty which clung to her luscious body because of her sweat, showing her every curve. She looked tired and also a bit uneasy. Maybe she was feeling a little guilty after what happened with Uncle Shyam. While serving me dinner, I saw the outline of her huge mangoes jiggling with every movement."Babu, you don't have to wake up early tomorrow. I'll take the milk."I knew the reason but still I decided to ask, "Why mom? I could take it. What's the problem?""No problem at all. Actually, I'll be going out tomorrow so I have to wake up early. You can sleep as long as you like. I'll take the milk from

After my mom and I returned home, we saw our servant waiting for us in the living room cutting some vegetables. When he saw my mom's condition, he kept staring at her with lust-filled eyes. His hungry eyes were fixed on the side of her wet blouse that was clinging to her mature body. Also, her hair was in a severe mess and I'm sure that seeing her in such a nasty state, this low-class servant had some idea as to what she had been through. My mother then quickly went to the bathroom to have another shower. I was tired after having that immense orgasm and so I went to my room and slept off.I woke up in the afternoon when it was close to 3 pm. The reason I woke up was because I heard male voices coming from our downstairs living room. I was surprised because Haria was scheduled to finish his work by 2pm and leave. But I realized later that the male voice I heard didn't belong to Haria or even my dad. It was the voice of Shyam Uncle who had been spying on my mother this morning, when she

After that failed ejaculation attempt, I was really pissed off. I wondered what caused my mother to react in such a way. What did she see out the window? I quickly straightened myself and went to the balcony. There I saw him! It was Shyam Uncle - the same perverted old man whom my mom and I had met a few days ago during that trip to the market. To recall, he was a man in his mid-fifties, with an ugly face and rugged features. His house was directly opposite to ours and the window through which he was looking was directly opposite to my mom's dressing room window. He must've seen everything! The way mom was holding those window grills - her naked tits swaying against Haria's rhythmic squeezes and strokes - was so lewd and the "kamuk" expression on her face must've been awfully sexy. I was getting hard again while imagining this old pervert jerking off to the sight of my mother's hot luscious naked body.Meanwhile Haria having released his load was now extremely worried about my mother's

My mom was in trouble. My mom seemed quite upset after that time when she fucked with the tailor and that brute, Haripada. But I also new that deep down inside pits of her womanhood, she was writhing for more male touches. The day after that incident, Haria - our new servant - arrived at our house. Our main door was unlocked and thus, he was able to enter the house. I was in my room studying, when I heard footsteps as though someone was walking up the stairs. I quickly jumped out of my bed and saw that it was our interim servant. He was wearing a light yellowish kurta and a white dhoti. He had entered the house and walked up the stairs until he reached the second floor.Meanwhile, my mother was in the bathroom taking an early shower. I could clearly hear the water pouring from inside the washroom and my mom singing a bengali song with her sweet voice, just like a koel sings in the spring. When Haria heard that, he called out, "Didi. Didi." The volume of his voice was so low that even I

One day, by noon, it was so sultry. I thought, it might provide some relief, if I kept open our backyard window.When I opened it, the window hooked me to witness an act of lovemaking.The Electricity Board people had had chopped down a branch from a dense tree, standing in our backyard, to make way to the overhead power lines. A gap thus created exposed to me the lovers in the house behind.May be I was sex starved all these eight years, but then I was never allowed to listen to my body utterances. My husband was a businessman. A busy man he posed to be. He used to burden my mind with his business worries and find excuses, always, to stay away from my sexual needs. Luckily, he could spare some time in the early days of our married life. I conceived and gave birth to our daughter, who is eight years old now.Even so with all his involvements in our business, my husband found it difficult to compete with a fast growing rival in our locality. The rival was a Rajasthani marwadi, who stepped

Shekhar and his wife, Anita and have a very exciting marriage. She's a wonderful lover, friend and a very beautiful woman. Other men are often attracted to her, and one can see them looking and lusting after her whenever they are out in the evening. Shekhar finds this exciting and encourages her to wear revealing clothing and insists that she go braless as often as possible, especially at home, because nature has blessed her with a pair of the sexiest breasts possible ;perfectly round and succulent capped by chocolate-pink coloured nipples which invariably peep through transparent dresses.Anita is 28 years old. She has exposed her breasts on nude beaches and Shekhar is sure she enjoyed all the stares. Once in the evening when it was slightly dark she even pulled off her panties and played around in the sea fully naked. Not only that while walking back they came across a fisherfolk couple. It was dark but they had a lantern. Still Anita stopped and asked them a few questions just to

என் பெயர் ராஜேஷ் எனக்கு 30 வயது. என் மனைவி பெயர் பூங்கோதை அவளுக்கு வயது 26. எங்களுடைய வாழ்க்கையில் நடந்த உண்மை கலந்த சம்பவத்தை எழுதியுள்ளேன். நான் எப்பொழுதும் சந்தேக பார்வை கொண்டவன்.எனக்கு பிடித்த எதுவாயினும் அவை என்னை மட்டுமே அடையவேண்டும் என்ற பிடிவாத சந்தேக குணம் எனக்கு. நான் ஒரு நிறுவனத்தில் மேலாளராக வேலை செய்கிறேன். என் மனைவி வீட்டை பார்த்துக்கொண்டு வீட்டிலே

 அது பொள்ளாச்சி அருகில் உள்ள ஒரு சிறிய கிராமம். இயற்கை எழில் கொஞ்சும் அந்த மலையும் காடுகளும், தோப்புகளும் நிறைந்த அந்த கிராமம்தான் எங்கள் ஊர். என் பெயர் காவேரி. வயது இப்ப 22 ஆரம்பிச்சு இருக்கு. நான் பார்ப்பதற்கு மலையாள நடிகை மாதவி போல் இருப்பேன். நன்றாக எனது முலைகள் வளர்ந்து பார்ப்பவர்க்கு ஆசையை தூண்டும் என்பதில் சந்தேகமே இல்லை. ஏனெனில் விடலை பையனிலிருந்து பல் போன

Sheila assumed that because her building was the tallest in the area no one could really spot her. She had built her house in a style to remind of her Shillong days; that was not so easy considering that this South Indian city was rapidly losing its greenery.And while the rooms and much of the house was on the ground and first floor, on the second floor she had her room, surrounded by a riotous burst of greenery, shrubs and ornamental plants. It was her refuge. As her son grew into a teenager she found it necessary to meet the needs of her bubbling cauldron of sexuality in different ways than it had been in the past.Over the years she had a string of lovers. Some dearer to her with whom she spent long, languorous hours when the house was quiet. Others were more to do with her lust unleashed as she took a fancy to a young man and devoured him as a special treat. On many of the occasions the quiet of her house was rent apart by the animal bellowing she allowed herself.In Shillong and in

My dad, Bala who is working in Dubai. He comes to India once in two years. He stayed with us for a month only and go back. My mom Parvathi is a homemaker, age 35 (when this happened). My mom is fair complexion, 5ft height and has long hair.She looks like a little fatty but fats are in perfect places which make her so sexy. She has two big melons with the size of 38. She has perfect shape navel (deep round one). Her nipples are pink color surrounded by light brown color areolae.She has fatty tits which make many guys mad on her while she walking. I noticed many guys starring at her tits dancing.My mom fought with her mother in law and planned to live separately. My dad also said ok to that. My mom started to search new house. Finally we found new house which is little away from our grandma house.That was a newly constructed house which having four separated houses under one roof (more like rooms in a single house).Since we were staying alone. Many guys try to impress my mom and get her