The little boy was working intently while sitting on the floor. He was concentrating so hard that his tongue was stuck out the side of his mouth. He had some red construction paper that was cut into shapes close to what could be considered hearts. He held up a heart in one hand, with the blunt plastic scissors in the other, and smiled at his accomplishment.
Next he took a sheet of red construction paper and folded it in half then folded it again. Holding the folded paper, he opened it and closed it smiling to himself. He then picked up a crayon and drew as good a heart as he could, filling the entire fourth of the folded paper. Inside the heart, the boy used another color crayon and carefully printed “Mom” in the center of the heart. He opened what now resembled a card and printed carefully, “Happy Valintine Day.” Read more »
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My name is Rahul aged 24 years and I live in Mumbai along with my family. There lives my mother Sushma aged about 43 years and my father Ram Lal aged about 46 years. My father is a business man and is a workaholic. He is normally in bad health and normally resort to drinking in evening due to his work fatigue. I don’t know anything about their sex life but think that it is not good as mother is not in happy mood normally and father never cares for her.
We both mother and son are not so attached to him and so we are normally close to each other. We both are like friends to each other than being mother and son. Mother also looks towards me in any need as she knows that father is never there in time of need.
My mother is working as a head mistress in a local school and she has done her B.E.D and since she gets financial benefits and also promotions for higher education, she is doing her M.E.D with a south Indian University through the post. She has finished the course and had to appear for final exam. The exam was in Goa. She has to go to Goa but as usual father was busy with his business and had no interest to visit a place like Goa even with mother. Mother could not go alone and was unhappy with father for his refusal to go, so she requested me to accompany her to Goa. I applied for three days leave as exams were for two days and one day we planned to spend as holiday. Read more »
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“What is it?”
“Where have you kept my tie. I just can’t find it anywhere.”
“It’s inside the wardrobe.”
Suman always expected her to attend to him when he was getting ready for office. When they had got married twelve years back she could do that. But now with their two kids going to school her morning schedule was hectic. Getting up early, preparing breakfast, waking up the kids, serving breakfast….it went on and on until Suman left for his office and she took the kids to the bus stand to catch the school bus.
Mornings were even tougher when the maid didn’t turn up. Lakshmi was a nice person and always went out of her way to help Sindhu. She never refused to do anything, quite unlike most of the maids employed by her friends and neighbours. When they had moved into this beautiful bungalow in Salt Lake, in the eastern suburbs of the city, she had felt elated. The apartment blocks would no longer stifle her. No doubt to it, she hated living in apartments. Read more »
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New Delhi, March, 1986. She was completely naked, with her back to me. I could see her cunt clearly. Worse still: she had his penis, his lund, in her mouth, and she was sucking it. Her head was bobbing up and down and his feet were twitching, and his hands were grabbing her ass and her tits. He was using language that I had never heard him use before.
“Tu kya mast lund choosti hai. Haan, aise hi choos mera lund. Pehle mera lund choos, phir main tujhe chodunga. You suck cock so well. Yeah baby, keep sucking it. I want to cum in your mouth before I cum in your cunt”.
*** I was 18 years old, the only son of an average middle class Indian family. My parents were both teachers. My father taught in a college, and my mother did tuitions and was a substitute English teacher for a school in the area.
My father, at that time, was almost 40 years old, 5’7” and in good shape. He was an honest and religious man, devoted to his family and his job. The ideal Indian father, the kind you see in the movies. Now I know that he was also probably frustrated with his inability to do much more than put food on the table and a roof over our heads. Read more »
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Nandini Gill saw her mother bearing down on her from across the living room like a battleship weathering a rough sea. Nandini took a deep breath to steady her nerves. A lame mother was hard enough to bear, a lame mother who has already had to buy her daughter one full set of new bras is harder still to bear… and if my chest doesn’t stop growing real soon, mother’s going to have to get a third set in two months. And if the lamers at college notice, they are going to start making cow jokes and never stop.
“Nandini,” her mother demanded.
Oh lame, Mother. There is no one else in the house! Get real! I mean, we both know who I am, or are you starting to wish you could forget?
“Yes,” Nandini replied, all treacle and smiles. Leaving off the fatal ‘Mother, dear’ she so very much wanted to add to the end of the sentence. Read more »
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She looked upon her reflection in the mirror and what she saw satisfied her. At the age of 19 she has a perfect slim body with no trace of extra fat. She stood 5’6 which is tall by the Indian standards and her night gown clings to her body displaying the perfect figure. Soft and protruding boobs, standing high like Himalayas even though she was not wearing any bra, round and bulging ass with some extra fat, like many Indian women which only gives an added sex appeal. She brushed her shoulder length hairs and gave a final look at herself before joining her husband Prakash at bed.
Suddenly she heard her mother in law calling her from the adjoining room.
“Coming,” she yelled and without thinking that she was only wearing a night gown which is very much transparent, she went to her mother in law’s room. She was sitting in the bed. She is not too old only 60 but looked older and worn out due to the hard work she did all through her life to bring up her children in the absence of her husband. Prakash was the youngest while her two elder sisters were already married. After the marriage of the sisters the three of them only live in this house. She was handicapped as her knee gave way due to some problem and she is too weak that she cannot even climb on her wheel chair on her own.
“Oh! Look at you, wandering around the house like a slut,” she taunted Payal the moment she looks at her dress. “What a conservative bitch, I hate her,” Payal thought. Read more »
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Confession 1 – This is my short confession about a very real incest experience
My mother slept with my Uncle – father’s elder brother. When I first got a hint of it – I was disturbed and tried convincing my mind that she is not true. But experiences ahead were shocking. I was angry and jealous. I simply could not digest that Mum would engage in sexual activity and that too with some other man.
At last, I confronted her with this issue. I know, I should not have. But I was very young then and lacked maturity.
I still remember the night when we talked. She giggled and told me that she herself would have never interfered in her parent’s sexual life. She tried cajoling me and swore me not to tell anybody ever. She discussed sex at length. We did not sleep and were awake till 4 a.m. She conveyed that she was shocked at my behaviour. And I in turn told, I did not like your relations with Uncle. I still remember her face. She seemed embarrassed as well as proud of her sexual feat. Read more »
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