Category: Adult Story

As the parents of Guru belonged to village, they married early.  Soon after the marriage his mother faced a hostile mother-in-law.  Their relationship turned so sour that one day, when Guru was four, his father divorced his mother.  He kept Guru with him, only as a gesture of male dominance.  As per village tradition his father and mother re-married soon. After his second marriage his father decided to move to a nearby town.  His mother, however, remained in the village.  He occasionally visited the village and was aware of the fact who his real mother was but not permitted to meet her.  Change, however, had the final say.As Guru turned nineteen his father died.  His step mother declined to keep him in her home.  He shifted back to his village and started to live with one of his uncle.  There, he was treated as a servant and kept busy in different chores all day.  Seeing his plight, one of his maternal uncle asked Guru to start

Like many young lads my sex life started as a voyeur.  I was an only son of my parent and both of them were working people.  My parents shifted from India to Dubai when I was 11.  In Dubai I had a friend named Robinder.  We became so close that we used to spend some nights at each other homes.  The mom of my friend was a beautiful woman named Malini.  She was not very careful in her dressing.  Robinder had no problem me watching her in different stages of dress.  We would sit in the bedroom playing as innocent people while she used to come out of the bathroom after the shower.  Unknown that we were there she would wrap a towel on her body and come out. She had a beautiful smile and long legs.  When she would see us she would smile and ask us to leave.One day we were playing 'hide and seek' with couple of other friends.  I decided to cover myself in a sheet and hide under the bed.  Usually the dirty sheets are tugged under the

Here is a brief account of rather unsettling series of events that has transpired to me recently.  When I reflect upon them, I feel ashamed.  I'm a very different person now than who I used to be, and not entirely in a good way.  I am Japio Mehta, a tall and well built Indian man.  A year ago my wife died in child-birth.  Like many other Indian marriages mine was an arranged marriage but I still loved my wife.  Her sudden death was a big blow to me.  My parents came to console me attend her funeral.  I was 28 then, so my dad suggested me to remarry.  My mom Purva, however, was not amused at this suggestion.  She told my dad that he should let me get over my grief.  Frankly speaking I was not in a mood to repeat the experience so soon.Mom stayed for another week to help me settle in life again.  On the fifth day a strange incident took place.  Mom had some back pain.  She discussed it with the house maid who told mom

I am an Indian man of 22 who lives in the city of Varanasi with his mother Rukmani and Uncle Satish.  I was 11 when my father died making me a orphan and my mother a widow.  My mother at that time was only 31.  She was not much educated so pulling the life alone was not possible for her.  Her elder brother Satish was living alone too due to the fact that his wife divorced him.  A deal was struck between him and my mother that she will look after his house and he in return will take her and my care.  My uncle was kind to me as he had no children of his own.  He was a bit bitter about women in general because he felt that his wife cheated on him.  He put certain restraints over mom so most of her time was spent inside the house, either doing kitchen work or doing puja.  She used to wear white saree only but otherwise she was a beautiful woman.  She never talk dirty words and was always polite with others.  I was her obedient son and

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

This story is about my Ammi (mother) and me. Her name is Zeenat. My Father, Mustaq Ali got married with her at very young age. Within year my oldest brother, Imran bhai (Brother in Urdu) was born when she was only eighteen, after year later my sister, Shabnam aapa (sister in Urdu)) was born. When my mother was twenty she gave birth to me, Salim. We are typical Muslim family living here in Bombay.My father was a quiet person who has got some export business. He used to go every morning for work and would come back late at night. Initially my father and mother were enjoying their marriage life. But after having three children's he apparently lost his interest in my mother. After that he devoted his life for his business. Apparently due to his business he ignored my mother lately. My mother became quiet after that. But he still loves my mother and she respected and loved him too. They laugh and make jokes some times but not like earlier days. Even though she was always cheerful I know

I started my journey home. Just out of college I got a job, in the city, and was in my probation period. It was not wise to go on leave, but I received a call from my father saying that my mother became mad and my presence there was essential.On the way home, along the hilly road, our bus was stopped, at a hamlet, for tea. Getting down, I walked a bit away, went behind a bush and started emptying my bladder. As I was doing so, I was not aware, then, that a woman nearby was looking at my out-of-fly secrecy. When I noticed her presence I felt awkward, but she smiled at me. A mad woman she was. Thought of my mother flashed in me. I smiled back. And the mad woman voiced, "A big penis you have there to give solace to a lair so dear."All the way home I was wondering on the mad woman's remark.On reaching home, I found my mother quite normal, but my father and sister had already condemned her as mad. By evening, I came to realize, they were right. My mother started talking in an incoherent

 Now this is really a strange, most unbelievable experience I ever had. I would say, Truth is stranger than the imagination. I still could not believe I had undergone myself in that situation. But today I must say, it was most strange, but most erotic and exciting of all.My heart was almost about to stop when I was actually undergoing in that incident. This incident too, doesn’t involve any sex, but breast squeezing was ample.It was raining outside heavily, and I was breast feeding my 6 months old girl. She was my first bay, after 5 long years of marriage. I was stuck in the home but anyway I had nothing to do outside. WE didn’t have any maid, that time, but since I was pregnant, we had hired a maid, who was working full time in neighboring house.She was around 40, and short, dark, but very active. She used to live mostly in the neighboring house, but she did had her own house some 1 km away. We had hired just to do some heavy work, as I was OK with some light work during

“Six years is a long time.” I said it matter-of-factly, but inside I as stirred. Six years ago, my father-in-law had passed away after a short battle with cancer. He left behind two daughters, both married and in their early-twenties at the time, and a wife who was 42 at the time. My wife, Sandhya, had that perky, slightly upturned nose that her mom and grandmother both had. I remember the first time I saw her in a bathing suit…it was actually a photograph that I’ve kept ever since. The pleasant woman were blessed with elegance. They had no single outstanding feature, but they were perfectly proportioned and had an air of elegance without the haughty air of sophistication.My wife, Sandhya, and I had been married for nearly two years when her father died, and we had been married 8 at the time of this story. I worshipped her body. Her hips were not slim, but they were not wide. They were well portioned and rounded. I often would sit at work and long for the feel of pulling her

 Hi guys, name is Vishal. I'm 19 yrs old. This is the story of how the tantrik and I fucked my mother in front of the whole family. My moms name is Mitali.My exams had just gotten over. My mom came over and told me that we were going to Azampur, our native place.I had never been there. I was told that it was a proper village and there women were very conservative and shy types. It was my family re-union and around 50 of our family people were coming there. We had a huge palace type bungalow so accommodation was not a problem.My dad had an emergency meeting and cancelled his trip at the last moment. So me and mom left for Azampur. Everyone in the train was staring at my mom. I couldn't sleep in the night because I had to keep an eye on my mom because of the people who were just waiting to pounce on my mom. We reached Azampur safely. Our servant, Ramesh, received us and took us home. It was an 2 hr ride. Everyone was very tired.The bungalow was huge. It was filled with people. I