Category: Adult Story

Parvati knew that while her father was alive and in good health she and her child were safe, but what if something were to happen to him?She began preparing for that eventuality.From the Brahmins she learnt how to read and write. She knew neither because it was not thought necessary for girls to be literate, not even those of high birth. So, she had to start at the bottom-- the alphabet. From there she progressed in leaps and bounds, eventually reading whatever she could get her hands on -- from the classics to the most modern tomes that her father had collected in the Royal Library. Concomitantly she sat down with the Brahmins everyday to learn about Philosophy, Religion, Economics, Governance, Warfare and anything else they cared to throw at her.She learnt all the physical aspects of warfare -- hand to hand fighting, effective wielding of a sword, archery, and proficient horse riding. She was tall, lithe and well coordinated. Her strength would never be the equal of a man's but by

It was 1007 A.D. and Mahmud of Ghazni was preparing to raid Hindustan once again. Hindustan, which the British with their inability to curl their occidental tongues around alien consonants, and their arrogance as makers of history, would later rename India.And Christopher Columbus would set sail looking for it and rename Native Americans – Indians.But back to Mahmud.His forays were well planned. Crossing over the mountains as the winter snow melted, he would return to Afghanistan before the monsoon made it impossible to ford the rivers that made Hindustan so fertile and wealthy. His strategy was simple – attack, conquer, plunder and then move on. Not for him the administrative and political quagmire of ruling these Hindus. That would be left for the Mughals and the British to do. Pretending to superimpose law and order over anarchy, the British would prove to be the biggest plunderers. They would systematically denude the region of its wealth for two hundred years and leave behind

The next day went by uneventfully. I opened up my mom’s facebook account in front of her, using the first photo that I took of her face with my camera as her profile picture and used some of the more modest pictures from yesterday for her albums. I had either hidden or edited all the other more revealing pictures of her last night, before I went to bed. I was afraid of what she would think of all the pictures I had taken of her without her knowledge.My mom was very happy with the profile I created and I spent most of the Sunday trying to teach her how to use facebook and at her behest, I taught her how to navigate through the internet. We rarely have these mother-son emotional bonding moments and she was very happy with the amount of attention I was giving her. We even talked to my Dad over the phone and he said he’ll try to come back in a few weeks this time, which made both of use really excited since he’ll be bringing a lot of goodies with him. The day felt really normal

My slumber broke quite late the next morning, about 10:00 AM. Surprisingly, when I woke up, I was sleeping on the carpet next to our empty sofa. There was no one to be found. I was covered in a thin blanket but when I peered inside, I knew I was naked. I put my hand inside and touched my limp cock which seemed quite sore from all the masturbations and the hand-jobs last night, and there was dried up cum on my pubic hairs, my inner thighs and over my scrotum. My thoughts drifted back to last night’s wild sexcapades which started with a leisurely card game and then gradually escalated to a full-blown orgy. I recalled the illicitly tight French-maid’s outfit that my sweet homely innocent mother was forced to wear by this perverted old dominator Uncle Shyam. I remembered how conservative my mom was only about a few months ago and how she had transformed into this slutty MILF, having sex with almost anyone and everyone who came in contact with her – from low-class perverts to African

My sweet homely mature mother had tried to keep her secret hidden from me for a very long time and now that she knew I had seen her, I was afraid that things would become very awkward. After I witnessed her debauchery in the morning, I was afraid to come out of the room and face her. And ever my mom decided not to speak to me. We left Uncle Bapi’s house on a quiet and somber note, even though we were both smiling that afternoon when we boarded the car.Bahadur was driving the car with Karim Chacha in the front seat and me and my mom in the back. Neither of us had said a word to each other since morning and everytime I looked at her, she turned away in shame. I guess I should’ve been grateful that she was not aware of the fact that this wasn’t the first time I had seen her being used and having sex with a low-class man. Regardless, she seemed very conscious of herself now as she tried to avoid my eyes as well as Bahadur’s eyes. The driver too appeared to be very alarmed and I

The next morning I got up with butterflies in my stomach. I couldn’t sleep the whole night thinking about what I had learned. My mother and Shyam Uncle were actually doing naughty things with each other for most of the night! I was shocked and amazed to how daring they both were, doing dirty stuff while my father was at home. But I was wondering, did they do it in the living room sofa or were they using Mom-Dad’s bedroom? I felt a cold shiver when the thought of them fucking each other right beside my sleeping Dad, crossed my mind. But I immediately dismissed the thought realizing that this was impossible. No way could they have dared to do that!I went downstairs to the living room and saw that no one was there on the sofa. But the sofa was still a mess and this meant Uncle Shyam had left early. It was 7:00 AM in the morning and my mom and Dad were still asleep. Truth be told, I was half-expecting my mother to stay asleep after what she must’ve endured last night. I went to the

As I wiped my jizz off the computer screen I realized how those cum stains were on the floor as well as on the staircase. They must've dripped down my mom's thighs as she was moving up to her bedroom. That also explained why she was so tired and wanted to sleep off. Wow what a development! Our servant Haria, whom my mom had only known for a few weeks had finally broken down her barriers and taken her mistress for a ride on his huge monster cock. And I had seen it all on video! No longer was my mom a sweet, homely, devoted wife and a caring mother. Now she was something more. Now, she was a true whore, a true cocktease and a true sex-hungry Bengali housewife!I was feeling thankful towards Uncle Shyam for lending me these small cameras. But as my mind trailed towards the tharki uncle, I realized I was supposed to deliver these videos to him as soon as possible. I decided there was no way I would wanna go to his house at this hour! He's a drunkard and he would probably wanna force-fuck

I was amazed at how far my mom had come from being a shy, loyal, conservative housewife to a horny, submissive slut. True, she was being controlled by a perverted old man. But even a blind man could see that something inside her was stirring and she too was enjoying the perversions that she was being subjected to.When she went inside the bathroom, I could hear faint sounds of moaning inside along with the trickling sounds of the shower. She was probably fingering her excited, mature pussy after having such an intense session with the milkman. I knew she longed for a fuck, especially after some of the intense orgasms that she had thanks to the milkman's finger-fucking. If the young low-class man wanted to, he could've easily fucked her. I knew my mom wouldn't protest, given that she was enjoying his thick, manly cock inside her mouth so much so that she allowed him to cum all over her, and even drank some of it like a professional whore. But I guess he was afraid of me showing up at

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