Category: Adult Story

This happened when I was around thirteen. Then I lived with my parents in the outskirts of an unimportant district of Kerala. My father ran a small tea-shop and my mother helped him in the business. Though I was their only child, I was not much spoilt. I was not bad in my studies and frequently stood first in my class. I was very obedient to my parents. Since they were fairly educated people, they knew well the value of good education and, though it was beyond their means, they were sending me to an English medium school in a nearby town. Looking back, I think that we were a happy family, though poor, and were envied by all our neighbors.Our troubles started when my father fell ill suddenly and died. He was in the habit of drinking toddy once in a while, but of late, probably because of the sudden heavy losses in running the tea-shop due to the appearance of a restaurant across the road, he had started drinking more frequently. Early one evening, his condition got so worse that we had

I never thought I can give this kind of present for my son from me on the new millennium. My name is Vijaya. My son Ramesh is working in US and returned home for the millennium. As usual I was very excited to see him. He has been living in US for 5 years now and he comes home every 2 years. He arrived on the Christmas day as myself and his dad went to the airport to pick him.Ramesh was very excited to see us both despite his jet lag and just kept talking. Since we picked him up in the middle of the night we went to bed soon even though Ramesh wasn't keen. In the morning after the breakfast we sat down to open our presents. They were lot of them. Jewelry, perfumes, clothes etc… Some were for his friends and our relatives but most were for his mom and dad.For the next 4/5 days Ramesh was constantly with me helping in my kitchen and in other chores telling tales about his US life. Every now and then he went to see his friends to catchup with him.On the 31st, I thought of asking him on

This is the story of how I and my mother became lovers when I was 15 years old and how our relationship became more intimate later. My mother's name is Meena and my name is Nikhil. We are a middle class Gujarathi family. My mother was married at the age of 14 to her uncle - my grandmother's brother - when he was 40 years old, after his first wife died. I was born the same year she got married and after me, she had two girls and a boy was born just a few months before this story starts. It was the baby that started our affair. My beautiful mother, who was only 29 years old at that time, used to breast-feed the baby, as she had done all of us. As a young boy of 15, I was attracted by her breasts, which were extremely shapely. At home, mother did not wear any bra (nobody wore bras in our village) and her breasts would jiggle nicely inside her blouse as she walked. her nipples would be pushing the thin teri-cotton material of her blouse and sometimes, her blouse will be slightly wet with

Hi, I am Latha. I am now aged 22 and come from a very conservative, traditional Tamil speaking family settled in Bangalore. I have a sister named Sudha who is two years older than me. Both of us are now married to respectable families. But I should now share my very sexy experiences with you. I promise you that this is a real life experience, which will thrill and titillate you. Guys! Hands on your throbbing cocks and Girls! Fingers into your hole. Get started with my Experience. Life was a normal middle class one and both of us sisters were virgins when we got married. Sudha got married four years back, when she was 20 and I married three years back after completing 19. My parents were in Bangalore. Sudha's husband was in Europe and she moved in after her wedding. Soon after my wedding, my hubby got a job in Gulf and we went over there. After that it was only communication over phone, e-mails and chat with my sister for four years. Both of us gave birth to our child in the

I am a seventeen years old Indian boy named Tarun.  Besides my parents I had a sister and a brother. I also had two dogs  that I love dearly. My father Sanjay is forty-four and he is a sales executive in a motorcar company.  He is bald and an alcoholic.  He often tries to hide his wine bottles from us but fails miserably.  My mother Rajni is a typical housewife.  She is thirty-nine and very conservative.To an outsider we are a well-off happy family but inside things are not as ideal as they seem from outside. My father and mother don't see anything as one.  They often quarrel over petty things like forgetting car keys or buying something in super store.  But the greatest bone of contention is religion. My mother is a strong devotee of religion while my father is almost a non- believer.My mother's conservativeness was apparent by many things. She was very rigid in dress code.  She dressed conservatively by wearing full sarees and large

This story is about me and my mother.   I'm Suraj a 21 year old man from Karnataka, who lives along with my mother on a farm.   My mom married my father when she was only eighteen and my father was then thirty one.   I was born when my mom was twenty.   My father was not health conscious his food habits were not good and he used to drink on a regular basis.   But my mom always avoided oily food and the daily chores kept her fit.   By the time I was sixteen my father fell ill seriously and, after remaining bedridden for nearly a year, he died.The village I lives is like stuck 100 years back in the past.   Still our farm produces enough to keep us going.   After the death of my father I took the responsibility of my family.   I never felt the loss of my father but Mother continued to hang a fresh garland of flowers over his picture once a week.   She's traditional like that.Let me describe about my mom a little.   She is forty one