Category: Adult Story

I was just 19 when I married into a wealthy family. In our Muslim community, marriages often happen soon after puberty, but my father's financial struggles delayed mine until I was a bit older. Most of my friends were married by 14, but I had to wait until I was 19. When I finally did marry Ahmed, I was swept into a grand mansion filled with servants and relatives, a bustling joint family.Ahmed was a kind husband who loved me deeply, but he was a bit clueless when it came to intimacy. At first, our nights were filled with passion. His strong hands would explore my body, his lips would trace the curve of my neck, and his manhood would fill me, claiming me as his own. The pleasure was intense, a dance of ecstasy that left me breathless and wanting more.My body, once a mystery to me, came alive under his touch. My breasts, full and round, with nipples that hardened at his slightest touch, ached for his caress. My ass, firm and rounded, begged for his hands to squeeze and knead. And my

This is the story of how I finally came to inherit what should have been rightfully mine. My name is Raja and I grew up in an orphanage, I never knew who my mom or dad were. The only thing I knew was somehow I was always treated special at the orphanage, I always got the toys I wanted as a kid, and got the best education I could.Somehow all this was not enough, I was not sure why I was abandoned, I tried my best to find out from the orphanage who abandoned me and who was providing for my well being, I knew someone must be shelling a lot of money for me to be taken care of, but no one said anything to me. They only consoled me saying, someone is happy to take care of you and you should be grateful for that. I noticed I was given my allowance, the previous day, a beautiful woman used to come by the orphanage and talk to the supervisor. She was breath-taking and I would wait out for her, just to have a glimpse of her. Looking at her always made me feel good, I did not know what it was,

My name is Raja, I was studying in an college about a little far away from home in a big town. I was 19 at the time, and an only child. My mom was around 40 and my dad was 46. There were always fights at home and my mom and dad never got along well. It was already a year since I started at this college and I had gone home only once, to see my mom and dad. During the time I was there, they were still fighting and I got real angry and vowed never to come home again. My mom started crying and was very emotional about me. I said sorry to her for being like that, but I wished that there was some peace at home or you should atleast get out of this thing if you cannot be with each other happily.I had rented a small apartment in the town, and there was just a small kitchen and a small bedroom, and a small bathroom, just enough for one person. I managed with this as this was the only place I could get that was close to my college, and also close to all the canteens. My Mom and Dad had never

It was 15 years ago my mom and dad had been separated, my dad had left my mom when she was 23, saying he was going for a business meeting and never returned, all she had got was a letter saying he was sorry and he was not happy with her. The event left my mom in charge of her two kids, my sister, Uma, a year older than me, now at 19, a shapely young woman, full of joy and life, a perfect figure you might say, a 36-24-36, and myself, Raja, at 18 just out of junior college, well built, very fiercely protective of the two women at home after seeing Mom go through the tears as we grew up, I always wanted to make sure no one dared to take advantage of them.My mom, Rukmini, was a dynamic woman, who inspite of having two young kids to support started her own small business and in a short time became successful enough to give us kids a comfortable living, and all this she managed from a little shed she rented near our home.My Mom, was very attractive, keeping herself fit, as this helped her

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

I was going the same way as every day, except this was not every day. As my driver drove past the bus stop, I saw a face I could not forget, it was the exact same feeling that I had 20 years ago as a college student.The memories I had buried inside were coming out... in a flood...of feelings.I was 18 then, just fresh into college in the big town, living as a paying guest. It was on old couple's house and their daughter had been married almost a year before. A few months passed before I first laid eyes on her, she was absolutely gorgeous and breathtaking, with big black almond eyes and cheeks that were meant to be bitten. I could not take my eyes off her when her parents introduced me to her."This is Rajini, our daughter, she will be here for 2-3 months with us" They introduced her to me."I am Raja" I introduced myself excitedly."Hello" She replied and went back inside.I used to wait to catch a glimpse of her and she noticed and acknowledged it with a flirty smile. I was waiting for a

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

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

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