Category: Adult Story

My father remarried a few years after divorcing my mom. He literally ran into another woman on his way out of the court house. Depressed and in need of company, he invited the woman out for coffee the next morning.I didn't get to see Pamela for a few months. I knew my father was going out with her, but she never really came around the house. They always went out. After returning home one drunken night my father confided in me that he didn't want to bring another woman around the house if she wasn't going to last. He said that I didn't need that, especially after just losing my mother.My father had expected his tryst with Pamela to be nothing more than a fling, but they managed to last months longer than he originally planned. Soon, those months turned into years, and the two of them decided to get married.Once my father was sure he was going to be with Pam for at least a little while, she started coming over a lot more. And I began to notice something: her tits were huge. They were

Mary placed the final plate on the dining table and examined the spread she'd made. There was everything a growing boy might need, and more. Probably too much more. Sighing happily, she called for her son, Adam, to come join her."Coming!" came his call from his room.Mary sat herself down and started to spoon mashed potatoes, green beans and a pork chop on to her plate. The smells of her own cooking had her belly aching with hunger, so she dove in without waiting for her son. He'd probably be a few minutes anyways.After the predicted few minutes, Adam made his appearance, eagerly sitting down and grabbing from dishes around the table. "This is too much, Mom," he said."I know, but we can put the leftovers in the fridge. You can take it for lunch tomorrow.""I don't have a microwave at school, you know that," he replied, spooning mashed potatoes into his mouth."Well, we can have it for dinner tomorrow then." Mary paused her eating to watch with immense satisfaction as Adam devoured his

Laura had suspicions when she told her son about the experiment she'd be doing from home.  She was a lawyer for a major corporation, and with the creation of a new drug to help mothers produce breast milk, she needed to do first hand research before giving advice on legal matters.Her suspicion was that her son was a bit too eager for this, especially upon hearing how her breasts would soon change.  Her son was a biology major in college, so she was hopeful that this would also be a learning experience for him.She came home from the office, carrying a box full of the medication, a breast pump, and cups for her milk.  The upcoming month was going to be interesting.  She'd be a lactating woman once again.The first day of the process was simple. She took the pills three times; morning, afternoon, and night. The lactation hadn't started yet so she still had normalcy in her life. The second day of the process was much the same. She took the pills on time and waited.

My name is Mrs. Suryakantam. I am from South India, and I migrated to US two years back with my new husband Ramesh. We have a beautiful daughter Putri who is 19 months old this month. The reason for writing my story is tell you my little secret. My new husband Ramesh is in fact my own son. He married me, his own mother, before bringing me to US as his wife. How it all happened? Please read on!I was married to Ramesh's dad Rao when I was 18. Ours is an arranged marriage and after one year, I gave birth to Ramesh. My husband insisted on having only one child even though I wanted more. So, he got his operation done after Ramesh. Ramesh grew up like a good lad and became an engineer. Six years ago, he came to US and settled here.My story actually started about 2 years ago. I can never forget that day when my husband left me at the hospital. He had a stroke at home when he was getting ready for work and all hell got loose for me. It was the worst day of my life. We notified about his death

Hello, my name is Kantam and this story is an incident of my life.I am married to my husband about 25 years ago when I was 18 and we have a son, Ramesh who is 24 now. My story happened last December. It was a terrible night and our house was broken into when we were sleeping at night. Ramesh's dad went on a business trip two days before. At about 2 am there were some knocks on the door. We both, Ramesh and I, woke up but were afraid to open. Then Ramesh said it could be dad so he went and opened the door. I stayed in my bedroom as I saw 5 men barging into the house pushing Ramesh. Before Ramesh could do anything they were all inside and closed the door behind them. Then one of them said 'Give us all you got'. Ramesh started to fight them but they all overpowered him and before I got up to help him, it was all over. Then the same guy said 'Do as we say and we won't hurt you' Then I told Ramesh standing at my room door 'Give them what they want Ramesh!' and I pleaded the men

Ever since my childhood dad used to be always on tours abroad for his business and I lived with my mother. This brought us both very close. My mother was very broad minded and liberal in her behaviour with me. She never used to mind my presence while she changed sarees. And as I grew up I started carving for her. She was 5’3", plump Indian woman with a silken complexion resembling marble.By the time I got 26 it became impossible for me not to make love to her. She was 49 and had put on a bit extra flesh due to age and that made her look more desirable. It was a feast to my eyes to watch her buxom bosom sway in her saree pallu, her full round mature bottom sizzle in her chiffon sarees. My mother used to wrap sarees low on her white satin belly blowing her hot navel. Her navel was my week-point. She had one bewitching navel!That day it was her 50th birthday and I thought it to be my best chance to woo her. I went to her bedroom in the morning, "Many many happy returns of the day,

You can call me Ramesh and I have no guilt in saying I am a motherfucker. In fact I enjoy being a mother fucker. In my opinion there is no other cunt in this world better than mother's cunt for fulfilling our carnal desires. For me, my mom's heavily fucked baby-making pussy is more tastier than an eighteen year old girl pussy.Growing up as a son in India, I was always taught to revere my mother. In fact mothers are even held higher than god! Hence we have a lot of respect and closeness towards our mothers. Mothers also develop a very close relationship with their sons and even after they become men! They even become very protective against their son's wife.I always thought it is a normal thing for every son to have a highly protective mother. But after reading some psychoanalysis texts, I came to know that Indian mothers have a reversal of Oedipus complex. That is, the mothers are emotionally and sexually attracted to their sons. Indian mothers are even compared with Italian and

Chapter 10Chris Hudson's world had changed in ways he could have never imagined. A few weeks ago he was a typical teenager, trying to get into his girlfriend's pants, partying with his friends, and playing lacrosse for his high school team. Suddenly he was a more mature, if still young man that was more than a little infatuated with his thirty eight-year-old mother. He no longer cared that he didn't have a girlfriend. In addition, lacrosse, always his first love, didn't mean that much to him any more either. His days were filled with daydreams of his beautiful mother and the anticipation of the last hour of the evening when she would come to him and please him with her mouth.He wasn't sure about all mothers, especially considering the way some of his friends talked about theirs, but he thought that his was amazing. In all his young life he always believed that it was the guys whose libidos were off the scales. However, after watching his mother's enthusiasm and desire to suck him and

Chapter 1It was six fifteen and Allison Hudson was late... again. The Friday afternoon traffic had been a bear and there was an accident on the freeway that tied up all three lanes for over a half-hour. It seemed that the traffic was getting worse by the day. Just a few years ago, suburbia was open land, rolling hills and lush greenery... now there didn't seem to be a square acre on which to put another house or strip mall. Allison was glad that she lived further out where neighbors were not at the end of the driveway, however the daily commute was getting harder to take, if not already unbearable.Allison thumped the steering wheel with her fingers impatiently and looked at the other commuters who were just as anxious to get home as she was. Well, maybe not quite that anxious. Bradley, her husband was out of town and her 18-year-old son, Christopher, was staying with a friend tonight. It wasn't often that she got the house to herself. Well, not exactly to herself... Jason was due over

Chapter 8After the episode at the party, Sue and Tommy gradually became comfortable with their new relationship. Sue still knew it was very wrong but she no longer chastised herself for it. It was what her son needed right now she rationalized. It was their little secret.They both grew very casual about how little they wore in front of each other. It seemed to Sue that Tommy was always stopping in to talk when she was getting dressed. It never took long for Tommy to show that he was interested in more than conversation. Sue rarely protested.Each morning he would stop by as she dressed for work. Within seconds, she would have his penis in her mouth. Then a minute later, she would be drinking his sperm. Most evenings it was a replay. Sue was actually disappointed when they missed a morning or evening. She almost felt like she had become addicted to her son's semen.Sue was in her bathrobe after her shower one morning a week or so later. She had just taken her panties out of the drawer