Category: Adult Story

I have to tell somebody about this, and I can't tell anybody I know, so I guess it's gonna be you. My name is Rick, I'm 18, and I'm in my last year of high school. I live with my mom in a two bedroom apartment on the outskirts of downtown Chicago. Mom cuts hair and does facials and waxing for a living.Every morning at 6:00 AM sharp she comes into my room with a cup of coffee and wakes me up for school. She always puts the coffee on my nightstand and then sits down on the side of the bed. "Hey Big Guy, up and at 'em. Time to rise and shine!" Same time, same routine every morning."Hey Mom." I roll around under the covers while she shakes my shoulders, pats my butt and kisses my neck. "A few more minutes?" Same thing, every morning."Sure," she says. "You can get to school late. What college is going to care if you don't get to class on time?""Crap." I yawn, roll out of bed in my boxer shorts, grab the coffee, and head for the bathroom. Same thing, every morning.So one night a few weeks

It was a solemn atmosphere of ritual and worship inside the room with about twenty candles lit on a concrete pedestal, incense sticks burning. I had taken my bath and was brought into the room and made to sit comfortably. A thin white robe covered my body from shoulders to my knees. Two male ascetics in saffron robes were beside me while a third one sat opposite to me. I was asked to fix my glances on his eyes as he talked to me and sometimes made me take the medicines that he offered me at intervals in a copper bowl.Slowly I could feel that I was doing whatever the third ascetic asked me to do. I was conscious at least that I was under his spell though I lacked the desire or strength to get out of that spell. It was not exactly a state of trance either as I was aware of the surroundings but the spell was so strong that I followed whatever the ascetic was telling me to do.Why do I say that it was not a state of trance? Because after about twenty minutes, when they brought in my

Chapter 1My name is Mohan and I live in India.I was born as the only child to my parents when my mother was barely sixteen years old and my father was 27 years old then. He used to work in a hazardous chemical factory in shifts. As the earnings were not good enough we lived in a small studio apartment which is called one room kitchen, where you have a living room a kitchen and a toilet no bedroom.As my mother Sujata had married my father when she was only fifteen and the next year I was born so she had to discontinue her studies to look after me. But she was determined to study further so after 3 years she got admission to a collage and completed her degree in three years. I was also studious as her and always tried hard to excel in school. My mother did a great job to educate me at home I remember she often used to sit with me for hours and make me recite poems, math tables, spellings etc. Her continuous monitoring always angered me. But all this paid off when I got admission to an

My name is Rohan, and I hail from India. I have been happily married for the past ten years, and my wife and I are blessed with two beautiful children. We reside in a suburb of Mumbai, while I work for a large engineering firm. My parents live in Nasik, which isn’t far from Mumbai.I have fond memories of my childhood and early youth in Nasik. As their only son, I enjoyed the love and care of both my parents. My father once worked as a clerk for a small company and is now retired, while my mother, who has always been a devoted housewife, has been a constant, caring presence. My mother married my father at the age of nineteen, when he was twenty-nine, and I was born when she was twenty. Due to financial constraints, my parents decided not to have another child, although I often wished for a brother or sister.My father never paid much attention to his health, indulging in poor eating habits and regular drinking. In contrast, my mother always avoided oily foods, and her daily chores

This real life experience happened to me three years ago. At that time I had just started working in a shoe-making factory in Tamilnadu, as an accountant. I was twenty-four, unmarried, and had no experience in matters of sex, whatsoever. I mean, I used to think about having sex and I used to masturbate. But I had never had any real experience with a woman. For one thing, I was shy. Another, I abhorred the very thought of having sex with a prostitute. But sexual desire in me was there in plenty. I was masturbating almost every night, and I was also wondering if that was affecting my health adversely.I was a friendly guy at my workplace. Everyone liked me because I had a good sense of humor. I was from Kerala and I was not able to speak Tamil well. But I was picking up fast. There was one other malayalee in our company, a boy of nineteen named Shiju. He ran errands and did odd jobs. He was of a poor background. He was not a talkative person. And, even though we belonged to the same

1. DevikaWe girls were sitting on the lawns outside, awaiting the clock to strike for the practical class. Just then a flying bird shitted on the jutting of my left breast, I mean, over my blouse. I looked up: it was a crane."It's a good omen of luck!" opined my classmates.My father used to say that I was conceived in a spiritual way and would bring good luck and fortune once I grew, but he didn't have any luck to see it realized. And luck is here in the premonition of ...Oh shit! I had to have a wash and change. On my way to the hostel, I met Bhavana and she accompanied me into my room. Bhavana was doing her final year whereas I was a fresher in first year. She became my best friend from the very first day she rescued me of my college raking. And Hindi (though I knew little) was our common factor.Once inside, I undressed and noticed no strain underneath, but the devouring look of my best friend. A bit shocked but riveted, I felt a weakness in my knees.Moment next I was in the hold of

Hi all, My name is Sonu. I am a 20-year-old college student. I live in Pune with my older brother Raj, age 27, and his wife Sheetal, age 26. My parents died when we were young. Bhaiya had to bear all the hardships, getting a job while studying and taking the role of my parents. He made sure I never felt the loss of my parents and took care of all expenses and needs.Bhaiya was not just my older brother, he was my whole world. He was my father and mother and if there was a God, he would be in the image of bhaiya.When Bhaiya was 25, my relatives found a match for him. Then he got married to Bhabhi. Bhabhi was very fair. She was 5 feet 9 inches tall, which is a good match for bhaiya’s 6 feet 3 inches. She was well-built and homely. And she had motherly looks just like those bhabhis you see in the Indian serials.As for me, I got the short end of the genetic stick and stand at a measly 5 feet 2 inches with a frail physique compared to bhaiya’s tall and well-toned build. To my

My name is Asher. I am 20 years old and have a little hairy body. I have cut dick, and it is 7.5 inches long and 4 inches thick. My parents are Indian, but they moved to Bangkok, Thailand, after their marriage.Dad - his name is Aarav. His age is 42 years old. He has a hairy and muscular body. He has cut dick, and it is 7 inches long and 3-inch thick.Mom - her name is Anika. Her age is 40 years old. She has an amazing body with big boobs and butts.My parents are modern as well as religious. We run a nudist resort and dairy farm. My parents are open-minded. They never hesitate to have sex in front of me. I have seen them having sex many times.This incident happened during lockdown when my Dad and brother got stuck in India. I never had any sexual feelings for my Mom. I had seen her having sex many times, even with others. My parents are active in sex.It was just the beginning of lockdown. One night, I woke up to go to the washroom. I heard some noises from the hall. My Mom was fucking

I am Jayanthi, 33 (now), good-looking, mother, homemaker, and caretaker. My life is filled with feelings but I could not say less about sex because I enjoy doing sex.In this part, I will be narrating my old experiences and the things involved in my life which started this journey. I would like to share here the last 11 years of my life.2010 College FarewellLike everyone, my college life was also so colorful. I enjoyed it. I was a BA English graduate. I was good at my studies. Sometimes, even seniors also came to me to clear their doubts during my second and third years. I also enjoyed clearing those doubts.At college, we usually wore half-sarees and hence so many people called me ‘Teacher’. Even some professors also called me like that!My body figure was very clear to people (my stats were 26-24-28 at that time). I have seen many people ogling at me with waterfalls in their mouths! But I could not feel anything about this up to the beginning of my third year.At that time, one of

This incident happened when I was studying Engineering and was around 19 years old. My dad asked me to go to Madras (now Chennai) to his sister’s house to give her company. Her in-laws had left for the US to see their daughter who had given birth to a baby.Unfortunately, my Uncle had passed away 10 years back in an accident. My aunt Mandhira never married again and was staying with her in-laws without any issues. I have to tell you about my Mandhira aunty.She was around 37-38 years old. After her husband’s death, she didn’t marry again even though she was very young at that time. She decided to stay single and to look after her husband’s parents who were quite old and alone.I had just written my 1st-year exams and was enjoying my holidays. As ordered by my dad left for Madras by the morning first train. I reached Madras around 5 pm and went to my aunt’s place around 6 pm. Mandhira aunty was very happy to see me after a long time. She asked me to take bath and refresh myself