There is part time maid at home who does all the cleaning and cooking for me when i am in town and it so happened on a Sunday that i was watching porn in TV in my bed room and suddenly she walked in for cleaning, my hands were inside my shorts ; suddenly i switched off the TV, she casually cleaned the room and went out after finishing all the work she called me and asked for some money which i gave her after talking the money she said sir if u don’t mind can i say something, i said carry on. She said why don’t u get married instead of watching all that, i replied who will marry me i am 38, she said ok i will find someone for u.

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Next day she came in the morning and said sir there is a lady aged 33 she is a divorcee and she is also staying nearby and works as a receptionist in an office and is looking for an alliance, i said ok fix a meeting with her, she said ok i will talk to her and let u know in a day or two.

After three days she said sir that lady is ready to meet you, i asked when and where,she said she can come here tomorrow,i said its ok at 7 pm.

Next day i told my made to order some food from the hotel and arrange some soft drinks for here.

I came home from office at 6 had a shower and got ready to meet her, at sharp 7 the doorbell rang and i opened the door, there was a lady at the door looking hot in a green and blue sari and she asked for my maid i called her she introduced us, i offered here to sit down, she has a dusky complexion with good statistics, i kept on looking at her, she felt a little uncomfortable i said i am sorry she said its ok.

I am sorry her name is Priya; after that we had dinner, we both were reluctant to talk to each other, my maid said sir why don’t u talk to her and decide.

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I gathered courage and said Priya can we talk in the balcony, in the balcony she asked me was i married, i said no and i asked her the same she replied that her husband left her for another girl, we talked for an hour at the end she asked what are you looking for i said i wanted a live-in partner and likes sex, to which she blushed and replied how likeminded we were to this i hugged here she was a little reluctant i assured her that i would not leave her she felt relieved and said yes.

After that i said she can move in here she was very happy, i moved near her and kissed her on her lips to which she reciprocate very well and after that we kissed fully sucking each other’s lips, i slowly kept my hand on her right breast and pressed it she moaned and asked me who press the other one.

In the meantime my maid was cleaning the kitchen, i held Priya hand and led to my bed room, then asked her if she wants to do it, she nodded yes and i removed her sari and was kissing her cleavage and pressing her tits, she was moaning i took off her blouse my god her tits were awesome in that bra, i put my hand behind her and unhooked the bra her tits were free and started licking her nipples and biting them softly her hand was on my cock and was massaging it over my trousers…

I put my hand inside the sari and pulled the string of the petty coat which made her sari fall down she now only in her panties i slowly removed her panties and saw she had a clean shaved pussy, i made her sit on the edge of the bed and started talking of my clothes except for my boxers, then i inserted my finger in her and started teasing her she was moaning loudly..

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I slowly kissed her mound and licked the little man she held my head tightly between her legs, then i licked her for about fifteen minutes after which she orgasm, she was in seventh heaven then she pulled at my boxers and freed my cock she held it and kissed the tip and licked the head slowly, and suddenly she took the whole cock in her mouth and sucked it hard for about ten minutes i said i am going to cum she sucked it even more harder and drank all the cum, after that i looked at her and said shall i, she opened her legs and invited me come darling satisfy me i have not had sex for the past two years, i held her legs and slowly inserted my cock in her pussy she was moaning even louder, once i was totally inside her she hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear darling bang me hard…

I started banging her hard the room was filled up her moans and slapping sounds, i banged her for about fifteen minutes and dropped on her, after that we got up and went to the bathroom to clean ourselves, to our surprise we had left the bed room door open and the whole moment was seen by my maid she smiled at us, we cleaned ourselves and came out …

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Our maid was standing there with the towels she said i will get madams stuff tomorrow from her house and she can stay here, to this Priya was very happy our maid left and we had another good fucking session.

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“Say something dirty to me,” Mona whispered, looking up at him. “I love it when someone talks dirty to me, baby.”

“How dirty, Mother?” Manjeet asked, grinning wickedly.

“As dirty as you want,” she replied, hugging him tighter. “Say all kinds of things to me, like fuck and cock and cunt and ass and … oh, everything!”

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Manjeet squirmed as she held his lower body against her cheek. He ran his fingers through her soft hair, then pressed her face hard at his cock and balls. Mona loved the heat of his cock along her cheek, his balls on her shoulder and neck. She ran her hands up and down the cheeks of his ass, waiting for her son to talk dirty to her.

Manjeet started off shy, nervous to speak that way in front of his mother. “Do you like cock, Mother?” he asked softly. “Do you love a hard cock?”

“Oh, yes!” she purred.

“Do you love to feel a hard cock inside your cunt?”

“Yes, yes!”

Manjeet was encouraged now, and his voice became stronger. “Does my cock fuck way up in your pussy, Mother? Does my hard cock make your wet cunt feel good?”

“More, baby! Please, talk to me!”

“I sure like to put my cock in your hot cunt, Mother. I like to stick my hard prick up your pussy and fuck it. I love to suck on your titties and feel your ass. I like to have my cock in your mouth and feel you sucking on it.”

“Ohhhh, Manjeet!” Mona mewled, stroking the cheeks of his ass, trailing her fingers up and down the crack.

Manjeet was warmed up, and the words tumbled from his mouth. “I wanna put my cock in your hot cunt and fuck you and stick it between your titties so you can kiss the end! I wanna feel your ass and play with your wet cunt and touch your asshole, Mother. I wanna stick my fingers in your cunt and up your ass! I’d love to fuck your ass and then watch you lick the shit off my cock. I’d love to watch you take my cock in your mouth and suck it, Mother! I’d love to see your tongue licking my balls and my legs and my cock!”

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Mona looked upward with glassy eyes. “You want to watch me?” she asked in a small voice.

Manjeet nodded.

“Oh, shit, baby!” Mona murmured. “That’s wonderful! I have a mirror in my bedroom. I want you to watch me suck your cock and lick your balls and kiss your ass! I want to feel lewd and dirty and delicious!” She dragged a fingertip along the crack of his ass. “You have a hot little ass, you know that, baby? Your ass feels hot.”

She wormed her finger into the crack of her son’s ass. Manjeet moaned with unexpected pleasure. Mona’s eyes sparkled hotly up at him as she rubbed about his puckered asshole, feeling his cock growing along her cheek. Dipping her fingers between his thighs from behind, she tickled his precious balls for a moment, then drew her finger back to his asshole. She rubbed, pressuring slightly, watching his face for reaction. What she saw was a young face screwing up with pleasure.

“Do you like it when I touch your asshole?” she whispered, rubbing at the ass ring.

“It feels strange, Mother, but … yes, I like it!”

His cock was growing against her cheek, and while she probed at his tight asshole with her finger, she twisted her head, sliding her parted lips along the shaft of her son’s cock. Manjeet stared down at her, his eyes glazed. Mona felt the searing heat of his cock along her lips, and she pushed the tip of her tongue forward, licking.

“Manjeet, tell me to suck your cock,” she purred softly. “Tell mother to suck you!”

“Suck me, Mother!” he responded immediately. “Suck my cock! Take my cock in your mouth and suck it!”

“Mmmmm, you want a nice, hot, wet blow job, baby?”

“Yes, Mother! Give me a blow job!”

“I thought you wanted to watch me suck your cock?” she teased.

“I can watch right here, Mother,” he said urgently. “I can see your face right here.”

But Mona drew back, sliding her tongue up his cock and flicking about his piss hole for a quick instant. Standing up, she smashed her tits together between her arms, both her hands at the crotch of her tight shorts. Manjeet gazed at his mother, looking deliciously sweet with his pants at his knees. His cock was standing out, stiff and throbbing.

“You want to fuck my face, do you?” she whispered softly.

“Yes, Mother!” Manjeet groaned, grabbing his throbbing cock with a tight fist. “I wanna fuck your face! I wanna fuck your mouth!”

“But, Manjeet, I have a nice hot cunt,” she teased. “Why don’t you want to fuck mother’s cunt?”

“I already have fucked your cunt, Mother!” he choked. “I wanna fuck your mouth now!”

“You want to do everything to me, don’t you?” Mona asked. “You want to fuck my mouth and my cunt. I bet you’d want to fuck me in the ass, too, right?”

Manjeet nodded his head, his cock so swollen he would fuck anything at that moment. “I said I would, Mother.”

Mona twisted her hips suggestively, rubbing her fingers at the tight crotch of her shorts, her tits arching out with rigid nipples. She felt slight wetness seeping through her shorts.

“Baby, put your face close to mother’s cunt,” she whispered.

Eagerly, Manjeet went to his knees. Sliding his hands to his mother’s smooth thighs, he pushed his faced close to her crotch.

“Can you feel how hot mother’s cunt is?” she asked hoarsely. “Can you feel the heat coming from mother’s cunt, Manjeet?”

He nodded his head, his face a few inches from her crotch. Mona parted her legs and shoved her crotch toward him. Manjeet didn’t draw away, and when his mother shoved her shorts into his face, he moaned softly and
grasped the cheeks of her tightly clad ass.

“Can you feel the heat better now?” she mewled. “Can you feel me getting wet in my cunt?”

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Bobby moaned with his mouth pressing at his mother’s tight shorts, his hands gripping the cheeks of her ass. He could feel the heat, feel the wetness seeping through the cloth. He could feel the insides of his mother’s exciting thighs against his face, and his cock jerked up
powerfully, almost slapping against his stomach.

“Kiss my cunt!” Mona cried softly. “Kiss mother’s cunt right through those fucking shorts!”

Manjeet opened his mouth and tried to suck his mother’s shorts in, but they were too tight. He sucked, running his tongue along the seam. The taste he got wasn’t much, but was enough to excite him. He squeezed at his mother’s ass, pulling her cunt tightly into his face. Mona held the back of her son’s head, gazing down with glazed eyes, hissing softly as she rubbed her inner thighs about his face. Manjeet’s cheeks were smooth, not rough and scratchy like a man’s face. A man’s face, even if most had just shaved, scratched her thighs terribly sometimes.

Manjeet’s smooth face was almost like a girl’s, and felt so much better.

“You can’t get a good taste of mother’s cunt, can you?” she whispered.

“Would you like for me to take my shorts off? If I took my shorts off, let you see my cunt, would you lick it, baby?”

Manjeet, his head turned upward, his open mouth pressing at the seam of her shorts, looked with sparkling eyes into his mother’s face, noddinghis head and moaning. Mona purred softly and pulled his face as tightly as she could into her crotch.

“Ohhhh, you really will lick mother’s cunt, darling?” she gurgled. “I just love to have my cunt licked! I love to feel a tongue licking at my wet pussy, stabbing into it, sucking at my clitoris! Would you be mother’s sweet, darling cunt-sucker, baby?”

Manjeet’s eyes fogged over as he nodded his head, his hands clinging to his mother’s bunching ass tightly.

“Ooooh, baby!” she cried with excitement. “You be mother’s cunt-sucker and I’ll be your cocksucker, okay?”

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Bobby groaned and Mona pulled her crotch from his face. Manjeet sat on his heels, gazing between her thighs. He saw dark hairs swirling from the crotch, and his cock jerked up and down as he grabbed his once-more-loaded balls with a small hand.

Mona stepped back, her feet widened on the floor, both her hands framing her crotch. “Want to see something exciting, darling?” she asked in a thick voice. “Want to see mother do something exciting?”

Manjeet nodded quickly.

“If I let you see me, will you promise to lick my pussy?”

Again he nodded, vigorously, eager and anxious to do anything his mother wanted. His cock was throbbing and his balls were hot and full again.

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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. ”

Amit always expected her to attend to him when he was getting ready for office. When they had got married ten 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 Amit left for his office and she took the kids to the bus stand to catch the school bus.

Anita either slept nude or in a panty and that is why she made it a point to get up before the children. She had been asleep when the doorbell rang. She asked Amit to open the door but he was too sleepy. She tiptoed on her bare feet and peeped through the key hole. It was the maid Lakshmi. Anita opened to door. Lakshmi had had seen her nude off and on and so there was no problem in letting her see the breasts once again. Once in a while they had also discussed the lovemaking aspects of weddings. Lakshmi went to the kitchen and Anita saw that one of her anklets was missing. That is what happened when Amit made violent love. Before going to the kitchen she pulled on a knee length nightie and went to the kitchen.

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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 Anita. 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 Pratap Ganj, 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.

But then Lakshmi had her own share of problems – her drunkard and abusive husband. He would return home late most of the days just managing to keep himself steady and would beat her up for flimsy reasons. Whenever the thrashing got too hard she had to stay away from work for a day or two. Anita pitied Lakshmi. Why did she stay with him? At times she tried to imagine an abusive Amit. If anything like that ever happened she would, surely, walk out. It was not a question of how much it hurt physically; it would be an intolerable insult on self-esteem. Then she would laugh at her idea of an abusive Amit…after all they had been college sweethearts and knew each other so well.

Whenever Anita expressed her opinion to Lakshmi, she laughed patiently.

“You don’t understand everything. ” Lakshmi would say, leaving Anita wondering.

But, Lakshmi had agreed that next time he repeated it she would bring him over for Anita to try to talk him out of this beastly habit. Yesterday when Anita learnt from another maid that Lakshmi wont turn up for work for a day or two she had expected them. They hadn’t turned up till now.

“Vipin and Varsha, I want you to finish your breakfast within five minutes. ” She warned. The kids were in their usual habit of messing up with the breakfast. Vipin with eight summers behind him was capable of taking care of himself but his six year old sister was still the baby of the family.

She looked up at the wall clock. It was eight-thirty.

“Honey, I’m off. Might be late in the evening. Amit stood beside her in the kitchen just long enough to plant a kiss on her cheek and if the situation permitted he would just slide the nighty aside and give a peck on her nipples. It’s one of those gestures that have stayed with them for the last twelve years. She followed him out of the kitchen, yanked the kids out of the table and sent them off to the bedroom to get dressed for school. They managed to do that on their own.

As she started to get dressed standing in front of the wardrobe mirror she mused that there was at least one bright side to her tough schedule. It definitely helped her to stay in shape. She was slim, tall – almost five feet seven and medium complexioned. She knew that even at thirty-two she was attractive.

“You are still a head turner, honey. ” Amit was always saying that. It was a harmless leg pulling on his part but going by the way people stared at her she knew he wasn’t wrong. Having put on her pale blue saree she turned, her side facing the mirror and arranged her shoulder length hair. That’s perfect, she decided. No unwanted prominence.

“Mama, we are ready. ” Their shout brought her back to her senses. It was time she took them to the bus stop for their school bus but luckily they went with Mrs. Pareek.

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She flopped down on the bed. She felt too tired even to change her clothes. The blast of cool air from the ceiling fan helped her relax. It went just like that on day’s Lakshmi didn’t turn up. Later, she would get up, change and have her breakfast. A brief flip through the newspaper before she returned to the kitchen to get on with her daily chores. Now the only thing she could think of was to relax under the fan. Everything else could wait. She closed her eyes just to enjoy that stupor of sleep come over her.

The ringing doorbell brought her back to her senses. She looked at her watch. It was almost ten o’clock.

“Who can it be?” She murmured rising from the comfort of the bed. Peeping into the door-eye she could see Lakshmi standing outside. She opened the door to let her in. It was then that she noticed the man standing a couple of yards behind her, right on the driveway. She wondered whether she should let him in. She was wearing only a sleeveless nightie with no bra and a thong pantie which Amit liked. But since Lakshmi was there Anita decided to let them in.

“Do I need to tell you what happened day before yesterday?” Lakshmi said.

No, she nodded. “I have brought him with me. See whether you can talk him out of this beastly habit. I have my doubts. ”

Anita made way for Lakshmi to get into the house. As Lakshmi went past her she looked at the man standing there.

“Come in and close the door behind you. ”

She walked into the drawing room and sat down on the sofa. She was in a fix, should she invite them to sit on another sofa or on the floor. Before she could decide, Lakshmi made herself comfortable on the floor. Her husband followed suit.

“What’s your name?”

“Bhasu”

It was for the first time Anita had a close look at him. Unshaved, it looked he was having a hangover. That’s nothing surprising considering his habits. Otherwise, his hair was neatly combed and the shirt he was wearing was one of those she had given to Lakshmi. He looked fine in it. He must be around forty or so, she decided. He was couple of inches taller than she. Lakshmi had told her that he was a mason. Anita saw that his eyes were locked on her breasts. She wondered whether he could see her nipples through the thin material.

The next quarter of an hour she talked to them, at length, about the virtues of being a teetotaler. He seemed to understand everything, agreeing with her that he should get rid of this habit. While talking to them she bent down to pick a ball that the children had left on the floor. At that time the nightie also fell and she was sure that Bhasu saw her breasts.

“Nobody had explained to me the problems of being a drunkard the way you have done. ” He went on. “You are definitely younger to me in age but you are more matured. I guess, that’s what education does to you. Don’t worry, from this moment onwards I’ll concentrate on earning a decent living rather than wasting our earnings on drinks. ”

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As they left, she could make out the gratitude on Lakshmi’s face.

More than an hour had passed by. She was still leafing through the newspaper…not feeling like starting the chores in the kitchen. But first, she had to change. She got up and started towards the bedroom. Just then the doorbell rang.

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I was very tired with the journey, and felt very uncomfortable as it was a new place. I washed my face and started changing into a nightie. I felt that the senior girl Sharmila was looking very curiously at me, and smiling.

I felt shy as I’m a beautiful girl 19 years old fair, 5’6 height, 56kg weight and very big 38 size breast that are firm with dark brown nipples and pointed tits, with a good shape that can attract even the girls. My belly is round, deep and big and I have a round beautiful ass, long legs and good thighs, I removed my salwar kameez and I was wearing only a bra, which can’t cover my big boobs.

Sharmila, a 20 year old stunner, passed a comment on how beautiful I was, which I received with smile.

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Like all other collages in India in my collage also there was a ragging problem. At around 10pm at night, a group of six girls came to my room and shut the door behind them. They are seniors and have been here a couple of years and are in the final year of studying.

First they caught the other new girl who and asked all sorts of personal questions. Then Sharmila introduced me to the girls. One of the girls asked me about my bra size. I felt shy and awkward at such a question.

Grasping the opportunity another girl squeezed my breasts and said

“Wow, they feel wonderful”.

All other girls asked me to take of my nightie. I was helpless and I had obey there order, and take off my nightie. I was wearing pink color bra and panties which were very suitable for my color. Sharmila asked me to take off my bra. I refused but one girl pulled my bra and yanked it releasing my gorgeous boobs.

One girl pulled my panties, and all of them saw my clean shaved pussy, with long lips.

“Nice cunt” one girl passed the comment.

They asked me to masturbate for them, to which I refused.

“Tho kiske saat choodwayegi” (So you wanna fuck with us?) one other girl asked.

I got annoyed and swore, “Fuck you bitch”.

She slapped me hard on my face and said “saali tere gand chodhungi” (Bitch ill fuck you in your ass).

She then stripped herself and I saw her naked flesh. She is a beautiful 22 year old girl, with 34 size boobs with black nipples. Her unshaved pussy had silky long pubic hair.

She pushed me on to the bed. I was confused, unable to understand what was happening. She started kissing me on my lips and I started to protest.

Sharmila also took off her dress and started squeezing my nipples. The other girls also stripped and wanted to get in on the action.

The girl started kissing me deeply with her tongue in my mouth. One girl started sucking my nipple and some others started licking my thighs. My body becomes so light, and I got the feeling like I was flying. That was my first kiss and I cooperated to that girl by opening my mouth, and she got more from me.

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I was lying on the bed naked with all of the other girls around me with there naked bodies. I felt so hot that I started sweating. One girl started smelling underneath my arms, and started licking my right breast and another girl from left. Two girls shared my thighs and one girl started licking my wet pussy.

I wanted to be fucked by someone. And I asked the girls to fuck me. They took the promise that I will keep open my wet pussy for them, to fuck any time, and asked me to choose any of them as it’s my first experience. All of them are beautiful, but I choose Priya. She is really a rare beauty, fair long dark hair, 5.5″ height 36 size perfect breast with brown nipple, deep belly and sweet horny cont, with light silky hair. All of the others appreciated my selection, and asked me to open my legs so that they can lick my pussy for that day. After squeezing my breast and ass, all having taken kisses from me, they took the new girl to lick there pussy’s.

Myself, Priya and Sharmila were left alone in the room and we had sex all night. We licked each others pussies all night. We had multiple orgasms throughout the night.

Sharmila bought her sex toys out of the cupboard for us to use. I used the anal beads on Priya making her scream and cream. Sharmila used a 12 inch dildo on me and made me cum.

I found a double ended dildo that I had always fantasized about using. Sharmila helped me and Priya to get in the sitting position and inserted the dildo into our wet pussies. She told us to wrap our legs around each other and start pushing the dildo into each other. We both came simultaneously.

Sharmila strapped on a 9 inch dildo around her waist and got both me and Priya to suck it. Priya bent me over the bed and she lay on her back on top of me. Sharmila entered Priya’s pussy and after a few jerks took the strap-on out of Priya’s pussy and inserted it into my wet pussy. She did this for around twenty minutes fucking us and not letting us cum. She kept pulling out of us just as we were about to cum. When Priya did eventually cum, all her juices came gushing into my asshole.

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Priya got off me and started licking her juices from my asshole. I felt dirty that she was tonguing my backdoor. As I was about to cum I heard Sharmila say to Priya shall I take her up her Gaand (Asshole). Priya replied that she was lubed up, ready and waiting.

I was shocked as Sharmila put the head of the cock at my asshole entrance. I started protesting but to no avail. Priya had got hold of my arms and had pinned me down. Sharmila started to force the cock up my ass. Priya whispered into my ear that I was going to enjoy it. I had never taken a cock in my ass before and it hurt.

Sharmila got the head of the cock up my ass and started jerking with force and within a couple of thrusts she had all nine inches up my ass. I was screaming and crying as the pain was intense. Sharmila grabbed a handful of my hair and jerked my head back. It hurt even more as she applied more pressure. Priya was twisting and pinching my nipples causing more sensation to my body. A couple of minutes later I came, with a scream.

Sharmila said to me that from now on I am her bitch and she can do anything to me and that I will have to obey her.

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Mona wasn’t really a dancer, but she loved to dance this way at home, privately, with only her son watching. She had a natural sense of rhythm that was sensuous and arousing, her movements more like fucking rather than dancing. The sway of her hips, the twist of her shoulders, the way she thrust her firm, shapely tits, invited the eye and, perhaps, a hand.

As she moved about the floor, she watched her son. Her eyes, too, were glittering, hot with excitement. Her tits looked ready to pop from her blouse, the creamy valley between showing. A light shrug, and a nipple just might escape, which was what Manjeet hoped for.

Mona’s blouse was open almost to her waist, and it was obvious she was naked under it. Her tits, though firm and tight-looking, jiggled slightly in movement. Her hips, encased in a pair of white, very tight shorts, writhed and made grinding motions. The crotch was very tight, pulled into the slit of her cunt, molding the pussy lips, bulging slightly. When she twirled her ass in his direction, Manjeet watched those compact ass cheeks, seeing the lower half, the white flesh contrasting deliciously with the tan of her thighs. Mona’s ass was quite shapely, too, with the ass cheeks swelling in mouth-watering sweetness.

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This wasn’t the first time she had danced before her son with such erotic, teasing movements. She had danced for him many, many times. She loved watching his cock become hard inside his pants, knowing he wanted to stick it to her, to fuck her. Turning her young son on, knowing he was ready to shove his hard cock up her cunt, excited Mona tremendously. She loved to turn people on with her body, yet she was by no means a prick-teaser.

With eyes gazing steadily and significantly upon her son’s bulging cock, Mona faced Manjeet, her hips revolving slowly. She licked at her full lips, running her hands up and down her hips. Her nipples stood out with rubbery hardness, pointing against the thin blouse. She curled her fingers around her tits for a moment. A slight squeeze of her fingers made her nipples become more pronounced. Manjeet gasped softly as he stared at them. He sat on the couch making no effort to conceal his obvious hard-on. He was slumped forward slightly, his knees open, hands resting on the cushions at his hips.

Squeezing her tits was something else Mona had done before with her son watching. What she did next, however, was different. With her eyes glowing, lips parted as she panted softly, Mona for the first time caressed her hands down along her lower stomach. She slowly moved her fingers about the bulge of her cunt, her hips revolving in slow motion. The gasp from her son encouraged Mona.

“You really love to watch me, don’t you, honey?” she asked in a low, whispery voice.

Manjeet nodded, swallowing as his eyes followed his mother’s hands.

Mona slowly slipped one hand between her thighs, then rubbed along her cunt. Her hips moved as she rubbed at her cunt two or three more times.
She couldn’t rub much more because she might come. Dancing for her son this way not only made his young cock stand up, but sent a fire through
her cunt. Tracing a fingertip along the outlined slit of her cunt, she stared hungrily at the visible throb of her son’s cock. Despite his pants, she could see the roundness of the prick head, the length of the cock shaft. The wet heat of her cunt increased, and, when she moved a fingertip along the edge of the tight crotch, she could feel wetness on her thigh.

“Oh, God!” she purred, widening her stance and thrusting her hips forward. “Oh, my God!”

Manjeet’s eyes watched her finger move along the edge of her crotch. This made Manjeet want to grab his mother, grab her by her cunt. His right
hand trembled as it slipped onto his lap and started for his cock. Despite the many times his mother had danced for him, she had never touched herself this way, not on her pussy.

Mona gasped again, finding her cunt very, very sensitive. The sensations rumbling through her slender body were greater than ever before. She was sure she would come if she placed just a bit of pressure upon her knotted clitoris. She watched her son’s hand come close to his bulging cock, then stop. She knew what he felt. She knew because she felt the same thing–desire, desperate desire, desire that was demanding satisfaction.

“Grab it, baby!” she hissed, the words coming out before she could choke them back. “Grab it now!”

Manjeet wasn’t sure what his mother wanted him to grab. She was still running her fingertips along the edge of her crotch. Her eyes were burning on the bulge of his cock. He licked his lips hungrily, his hand shaking on his lap, the tips of his fingers almost touching the shaft of his prick.

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Mona swung her hips in a slow, tight circle, trying to work a finger into the crotch of her shorts. Manjeet, seeing this, slipped his hand over his throbbing cock.

“That’s it, baby!” Mona moaned softly. “Grab it tight!”

His fingers pressed and squeezed.

Mona’s body trembled, and, with a soft cry, she jerked her hands from her crotch and to her tits. She cupped them both, squeezing as her eyes smoldered, watching his hand pressing at his cock. With a sudden motion, she yanked her blouse open, her tits spilling out nakedly.

Manjeet grunted, making a choking sound.

Mona’s tits were spaced wide, rounded and firm, with dark-pink nipples straining out in teasing stiffness. The blouse hung half off her shoulders, and Mona shrugged, setting up a delicious motion in her tits.

Manjeet squeezed his cock hard.

“Oh, Manjeet, Manjeet!” Mona whimpered. She swayed close to him, her knees touching his. She stared down at his hand holding his cock. “Squeeze
it, baby! Squeeze it!”

Mona leaned over, her hands braced on the back of the couch, her head dipped to watch his hand. Then, deliberately, she shoved her tits into her son’s face.

“Ohhhh, baby!” she moaned.

Manjeet felt the heat of his mother’s tits closing about his face, felt the creamy texture of the flesh. His cock seemed to swell more than ever before, the head of his prick ready to burst. Mona shifted her shoulders and watched as one nipple brushed across her son’s chin. She held her breath as she pushed the nipple to his lips.

“Suck it!” she hissed throatily.

Manjeet reacted immediately. He drew his mother’s nipple between his lips, and sucked wildly, eagerly, his tongue lapping in wet swirls.

“Ohhhh, God, baby!” Mona sobbed softly, her tit swelling inside his mouth. “Suck it hard, Manjeet! Oooooh,, suck it very hard!”

Manjeet pulled as much of his mother’s tit into his mouth as he could, hungry for it. The wet pull on her tit sent a wild ripple of delight down her body, causing her cunt to suck inward tightly. Manjeet squeezed his cock very hard, hoping he wouldn’t shoot off inside his pants, but unable to relax his grip.

Mona slipped her tit from his mouth, and rubbed both tits back and forth in his face. Manjeet shoved his tongue out, tasting first one nipple, then the other. Mona squealed in soft sounds, her eyes smoldering and slightly unfocused with fiery passion.

She had not intended on doing this with her son, but something had happened as she danced. Her hands had moved and touched herself of their own accord, without directions from her. Now, she had her tits in his face, and she didn’t want to pull away. The grunts of her son told her he was having problems, and she didn’t want him coming off in his pants, either. But neither did she want him to run away and beat off, the way he usually did after she danced for him. She knew Manjeet jerked off because she had listened outside the door of the bathroom.

Fighting her feverish desire, Mona pulled her tits from him and stood up, her knees against his. Manjeet looked at his mother with longing, with stark, unabashed desire. He still held his cock, but she could see the swollen prick head outlined by his pants.

“Oh, baby!” she hissed, dropping to her knees before him.

With her eyes staring at his bulging cock, she placed her palms on his thighs, and slowly caressed upward. She gasped, held her breath, then gasped again.

“You’re really hard this time, aren’t you?”

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Manjeet could only grunt a reply. They had never made a comment about his hard-on before. But Mona couldn’t resist now, couldn’t control the gnawing greed between her long legs.

Panting hotly, Mona shoved her son’s hand off his cock. For a long moment she stared at the way his prick bulged up. Then, with a soft cry, she began fumbling at his pants, her fingers feverish and shaking. Manjeet shivered as he saw what his mother was doing, but there was no way he could pull back, try to stop her. Like her, he was frozen with desire.

Opening his pants, Mona pulled the fly as wide as she could. With her finger hooking into his jockey shorts, she yanked them to one side, and Manjeet’s cock burst of out his pants.

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My mother is a vivacious kind of women and she is pretty popular in the neighborhood, and she could even win if she stood in the local elections. She keeps asking other people casually and she has a very sweet motherly voice of a woman. She even cuts the grass for the cow herself and every other day she could be spotted walking the narrow lanes of Sujanpur with a thatch on her head, while her ass and bra-less boobies spin and wobble. Not that she doesn’t wear a bra, but that sometimes she does away with it as it might be early morning or late evening usually.

My mother brings water from the nearby hand pump in the morning and my neighbor’s son, who teaches at the local college, is usually there to catch a glimpse of the wonderful milky boobies of my careless mother. I have even overheard him talking about the bra-less wonders of my mother Rani. He knows that since it is morning, my mother will come without bra and her melons could be seen and spotted under her thin homely suit with a vest, at the most, under it. My mother is also a religious lady and she does all kinds of fast. As a housewife, she cleans up the home giving me enough opportunity to look at her motherly twin treasures, and she also likes to keep it spick and span. Since my father cannot afford much, she usually puts on suits which are cheap kinds, and while at home she puts on the old used suits.

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I remember all her suits by heart and I have also seen, smelt and masturbated on her thin vests which had a floral pattern, and bras which revealed to me that my mother’s humongous fun balls are in fact 38DD, and of course her panties which she wears all the time- all her panties are dark and shady in color and they smell like heaven. Everyday, I take bath after my mother so that I can use her wonderfully fragrant panties lying under her clothes in the bathroom. My mother is five and a half feet tall and at the age of fifties, she has a body like a thirty year old and the face of a fairy. I have seen her unintentionally, in practically all states of undress, when she changes clothes at home. Our bathroom is a little away from home, so my mother changes in the living room only. Since we have two rooms, we have given one to a tenant.

That means, my mother changes her clothes in front of me in the same room. There is a small curtain behind which she hides but off and on some part of her body is usually visible. I have seen almost all her parts excluding her rapturous bush which is usually hidden in a panty. She has an extremely gora badan and she looks like a full ripe woman who knows how to give ecstasy in sex. Alas! She is married to my father who is a good for nothing fellow. He will smoke his cigarette, read the newspaper and waste his time in the day. And what luck, she gets my beautiful mother to fuck at night. Often, I have seen them fucking but they rarely remove all their clothes. Mostly, my mother would be nude only at bottom while my father would only lower his pajamas to his knees. Sometimes, I would get up early in the morning to catch a bottom nude glimpse of my mother as she had sex the previous night and even her panties would be off.

Quite often, I didn’t have much luck as my mother would cover herself in a bed sheet but sometimes it was hot and she let the sheet go revealing full view of her rotund and round ass. I didn’t know when it started and my mother became my sex object.

Rani, as she was called by everyone, was not much educated. She didn’t even read the newspaper. But she had something kinky about her. The very sight of her gave men their hardest erections. She had full proportioned boobs and them so tight and was almost immune to sag even at the age of 52. Once, I saw my vivacious, talkative and voluptuous queen mother, milking the cow. I was standing besides her as she milked her in a tumbler. The milk was shooting from the cow before collecting in the pan thereby drenching my mother from the front. Since it was late evening, she had done away with her bra. I stood by her talking to her as father was not at home. As usual, she was dressed in one of her old suits at home and it left little to imagine after seeing her in those worn out clothes.

Slowly, my mother started to get wet by milk and her fabulous boobies started to take shape on her suit. Her vest was also clinging now to her boobies and every stroke of her to take milk was making the boobies even more prominent. I was getting hard watching all this when my mother filled the tumbler and got up as I told that at home she wore used and sometimes even a little torn suit. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw the suit thinning itself to a point that her boobies were making perfect shape and even some milk dripped from the corners. She was so wet that I could even see her almost faint almond color areola and her nipples standing upright on those huge sag less melons which were the doors of heaven. I had a sudden rush of blood to hold them in my hands to feel their enormity.

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It was as if my whole being cried in ecstasy, my filial feelings rose to the fore and asked me to repay back the motherhood by holding those pitchers which once fed me, and merge once again with my mother. I wanted to in fact contain her enormity, the limitless motherhood which sprang in the physical shape as her boobs. I felt the first stirrings of incest in my head as I saw and beheld those melons of food and pleasure, almost making full and round circles, wet and clinging to her old suit which had become transparent by now. My mother rose after collecting the milk and I saw her rotund ass wobble and sway like a deer, while she walked past me to the kitchen. She was still so wet in kitchen and I had a real treat as she went down to collect something baring her beautiful breasts right up to her magnanimous areola and bean like nipples.

She then came out of the kitchen and went to the only other room we used and took the towel in her hands. She first wiped her hands and then she started to wipe the area of the suit near her breasts. Since the suit was a little old and worn out, while wiping my mother accidentally tore it in the front. My heart was in my mouth as I got the first glimpse of one of the heavenly pair. Her suit had ripped from the center vertically and her one full breast was out and I was feasting at it. I could seem the milky white skin of her tight round breast. O my heavenly mother’s breasts were so round that it looked artistic, such a magnificent shape was out of this world. My mother had such round breasts that would give jitters to a teenage virgin girl.

Her areola was again perfectly round with no blemish and she had the perfect bean sized nipple which was erect due to wetness.

Since it was evening time, my mother’s skin was glowing under the florescent lamp. She started to wipe her breasts now even though her suit had torn a bit more from the top revealing her little flabby tummy and her deep round bellybutton which I mistook for pussy first. She looked so sexy wiping her there and then, she looked at me, staring at her. I tried to avoid eye contact with her and looked away but in the corner of my eye I could still see her smiling towards me as she wiped her breasts which were nearly in the open now. My mother softly wrapped the towel around her huge motherly treasures and took the shirt of the torn suit out. I was just watching this as a silent spectator when my mother changed into another suit.

That night, I was watching some t v lying beside my mother. I was watching some movie on HBO when a girl appeared on the screen in a nighty. My mother hardly understood any English but she just watched them with me sometimes trying to understand through the action. She was lying across me tightly wrapped in a bed cover. My mind immediately raced to suggest my mom to wear nighties. I sort of fearfully asked her,

“maan, ye jo t v par ladki ne pehni hai isko nighty bolte hain aur isko ladies raat ko sone ki liye pehnti hain. Kya tumhe ye achi lagi maan.” I looked at my mother’s breasts making beautiful mounds in that white sheet over her bosom.

“beta, isme se to bada shareer nazar aata hai…isko pehn ke sharm bahut aayegi.”
“are maan . Sharmane ki kya baat hai…yahan aur kaun hai mere siva aur sirf raat hi ko to pehanani hai tumko nighty.” I sort of tried my best tp persuade her. Finally she nodded and I promised to get her some nighties from the city.

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Next day , I left in the morning and went to Delhi where I bought a lot of incest porn besides buying sheer transparent nighties for my mother. Out of the three I bought , only one was a little decent. I also bought my favorite underclothes for her. I bought her stockings and garter belts besides a sizeable collection of highly revealing and erotic designer panties. I was always such a panty lover. After getting everything, I quickly headed to my home with my mind full of images when my mother would adorn these fantasy outfits. All the way on the bus, I was hard and I reached home in no time. My erection and my thoughts seemed to melt the time away.

As I reached home, it was morning time. I took bath and went to sleep after taking some food cooked by my mother Rani. When I got up in the afternoon , I found my luggage frisked a bit and I was just thinking about it when my mother , the beautiful queen mother Rani, appeared from the bathroom dressed in the most skimpiest and transparent nighty of all while holding lot of bra and panties in her hands. As she walked towards me, I pinched myself to remind me that I am awake and not dreaming. For their walked my mother as a fashion model for lingerie walks.

She had also put on some purple netted bra and satin panties almost see through again, and she was laughing holding those undergarments in her hands. She came into the room and threw the bras and panties at bed and walked in front of the mirror. Then she turned towards me and asked me how she looked. I said that women do not usually wear undergarments with nighties. She said since it was day time she might think of removing them at night. I smiled at my mother while she climbed on the bed besides me and we started to watch t v for a while.

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This happened as I turned eighteen. I was just out of H.S.C. and so far I had studied in a boarding school. This was my first time in my life to stay with my parents. My father was a doctor with state government and was posted 35 km from home. He used to come home only on weekends and sometimes even fortnights went on and he didn’t come. His name was Dr. Sharma.

Now let me describe my mother, Pushpa. She is very fair with beautiful lips and eyes. Her boobs are not that big but they are shapely and inviting. She often wears designer bras which are usually pink in color. She used to dress up in full nightie at night while kneading the floor and doing all household activities. I have rarely seen her in saris, she wears a salwaar kameez usually. But she has very sexy shiny skin with a little hair at the back of her arm. She usually baths at ten when is about to sleep.

We often hugged each other very much. But on coming back from boarding college, I started getting sexual enjoyment and I often felt bad at it. She was after all my own mother. What a pervert I’ve been thinking all about her. The more I told myself that I more horny I got now. I got her pics taken in the day and replaced them with the bodies of the sluts I had and saw my mommy in all those poses. Everyday I used to do that. Then I changed my mother’s name in the sexy stories and read them aloud for masturbation. I was getting hornier by the day. One day I even stole her used panties. They were lacy red n smelled a heavenly scent of her cunt smeared with her urine. I was an intoxicating smell and I went mad after it. There was even some pussy hair on that pantie. I ate those hair, kissed the pantie, sucked it n masturbated. Then it became a habit. I don’t know whether mom knew it but everyday I stole her used panties and put then back after my share. This went on for some time. I was eighteen and I was so horny. Then one day something happened.

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As it was summers in north India, the heat grew worse and my father came home with an A.C. it was fixed in mom-dad’s room. My father returned to his job after few days. At night, it was quite hot and my mother came to me and said. She was dressed in a flowering light pink gown. I could make out form its shape that she probably had just panties on.

“Munnu (my nick name)! It is so hot here. You can come and sleep in my room as your father is not here”

I couldn’t wait for a better opportunity and I jumped with joy and said…sure mother…

I went to her room. My stepbrother Vijay and sister Mannu were sleeping in the other room. Mannu was 17 and was real good looking girl. I saw at her in sleep and gasped. Then I reached into mother’s room. It had a pink bulb on and it made the room look so sexy. The bed was a king size and there was satin bed sheet on it. The room looked so tidy. My mother had even played light Indian classical instrumental music to add to its sexiness. The room was so tidy and clean, and it looked like the newly weds room oozing with sexiness and waiting for a fuck.

My mother came to the room and bolted it from inside. She had flowers on her hair which smelt of jasmine. The whole atmosphere was electrifying. How could I control, myself. I went up to her and took her in my arms and planted a kiss on her lips. She drew me back and said.

“Arrey …I m your mother. What are you doing to me? I am married to your father.”

Oh. Mother! I can’t hold it anymore. I just love you mother. I’m sorry. She instead pushed me back and said how I could even think about it. I felt sorry for all this and still I told her that I couldn’t live without her. Then after some silence she said.

“Ok son! Now tell me do you want to marry me. You can’t do all those things with me without getting married. Tell me is that what my son wants. Marry his own mother!”

I got a chill up to my spine as I heard those words. I went up to her, took her hand in mine and kissed her lightly on her forehead on her bindi and said “o mother! My goddess, I love you so much that I worship you. Marry me for love mother. I need you so much”

Then she switched the light off and said that she will make all the arrangements tomorrow. I slept next to her and could see her beautiful breasts heaving with breath. I could not hold myself and placed my hands on her boobs. Ah! She had no bra and I felt right up to her nipples. This time there was no objection. I pressed them nicely and a soft moan escaped my mother’s lips. After a little cusping and kneading she said.

“O my son, my lover! Wait till we are married”

And we slept in each others arms, feeling so close that I came twice that night. The heat of my mother’s body was too much for me. I woke up only to see my mother and kids gone.

She came at the afternoon and told me to get ready. She had already brought me a wedding suit to wear. She dresses up in a sleeveless noodle blouse and came back in a firing blazing red wedding sari. She had a lot of ornaments too. She really looked like a goddess. She came close to me and said.

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“This is the same sari which I wore when I married your father. Only the blouse is different.”

I put my arms around her and kissed her cheek, “o mother I love you so much”

We then hurried from the home as she got a taxi and asked the driver to go to the suthakaami temple. This temple was famous for incestuous and unholy practices of marriage and it also had a few devadasis. We reached the temple and the priest took us to a corner where there was a pandaal in the center and a few people had gathered. She took me there and I sat next to her as the pandit started reciting mantras. I looked at my mother. She looked so beautiful dressed as a bride. I felt as in dream. And who were all these people my mother had gathered to witness the tying of our unholy incestuous knot. The priest then asked me to put some indoor (vermillion) in the center of my mother’s hair. I took it and smeared it in her head taking her as a wife. He then gave me a manglasutra to tie around my mother’s neck. My mother smiled as she had one already. I quickly removed the one tied by my father and tied my mangalsutra, the symbol of our union, around her neck. The pundit got up and told us to take seven rounds of holy fire.

My mother walked in front and I followed her as we circled the holy fire which burnt all other bonds we had. Now I was her husband and she was my wife. After rounds of fire, people threw flowers on the newly married couple and exchanged greetings. What a wonderful thought it was that I had married my mother. I felt like the luckiest son in the world.

When we got home she said that by going round the fire I had married her for seven lives. I got close to her and took her in my arms before planting a full mother son French kiss on her lips.

O my mother! My wife.

O my son! My husband. Show me how much you love me.

My mother had cleverly sent the children to her parents place. Now we two were alone at home. It was already evening when we reached home. Mom looked so pretty dressed in all jewelry and her wedding sari. Her blouse was giving exactly the kind of show I craved for.

She asked me to go to my room and wait.

I was surprised to see the room decorated with flowers and candles. Sex was in the air, I knew. As I sat on the bed, my mom entered the room. She had a glass of milk in her hands. She came to me and said,

“From now on I am your wife so call me Pushpa .ok”

Yes my darling Pushpa. I drank half the milk and gave her half. She had the prettiest milk moustache I had ever seen. I cleaned it with my tongue and began kissing her while my hands on motherly instincts had gone to her beautiful mounds feeling them over her blouse. Mom kissed me back with pure lust she had been keeping in the garb of love and affection. We started necking while my hands had pulled out her blouse and were opening the hook of her designer bra.

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Her two beautiful breasts fell out as I looked at my own mother looking so sexy and beautiful. I felt like kamadeva having sex with my own mother, Rati. She had nicely shapely white breasts and she had pinkish brown areolas bigger than the rupee coin. Her nipples were standing erect like two beans and to my utter surprise, she had very short hair around her areolas. Her nipple was unusually long and must have been more than an inch and seems like two clitorises on fire. They were shining pink. I took a good look at them and then took one of her erect nipple in my mouth and gave it a sweet bite with my teeth. My mother moaned with pleasure.

O Rama! O Krishna! My own son is going to make love to me. O god.

While rubbing my hand on one of her boobs and ate the other one, nibbles at the teats and even tried to take her full booby in my mouth. I opened my mouth full and took a hearty bite of both her boobs. Her hands were at the back of my head stroking my hair.

Mummy ….bete ko dudhu do na

Le beta…jitna marzi le na

My hand moved on to her bellybutton and my fingers danced on her naked skin. My mouth drew down and I kissed and licked my mother’s flat hairless bellybutton. She was still dressed in her bridal jewelry and a golden chain fell over her tummy. Then she lifted her saree without removing it up to her thighs. I kissed my mother’s milky thighs and licked them to my delight. My mother was now kneading her breasts and moaning heaving. The whole room was filled of sex sounds as I lowered my face to kiss my mother’s hungry cunt over her designer panties. She just squirmed in pleasure. The beautiful red lacy panties had a floral pattern on it much like the panties in that French movie I saw or like those sexy panties of his wife =those sexy purple, hot red, naughty flowery black and motherly torn brownish .just by looking at her panties, I remembered my days of masturbation after seeing those panties and sometimes even getting a few of motherly breasts of my neighbor’s wife. I could even make out her pantie line from behind when she used to sleep. I often wondered if she fucked with her dog like my maasi who I had fucked on a number of occasions. I remember that maasi was the tallest of all and she had deadly knockers and a slappable ass.

The very first time I saw her, she was talking on a phone to someone sitting in her kameez and panties….mmmm what a delight panties are. As I sniffed my mother’s hidden heavenly floral glory, I saw her looking at me with pure lust and she bit her lip. Her panty had a wet spot on them and there were big hair peaking from the sides of that sexy panty. I smelled that crotch and my senses went limp for a second when I sniffed the maddening aroma of my mother’s cunt juices smeared with sweat, perfume and the horny smell of urine. My mother quickly removed her panty and I was looking at the most treasured thing of the world- the pussy of my mother in all her glory. I gaped at it and almost tore my mother’s bridal sari in at attempt to get her naked. Now, here was my mother ready to get fucked by her son, lying all naked. I looked at my mother who was all nude but for her jewelry looking so kinky and wonderful. She then bites her lip and said,

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“Complete the age old ritual of mating my son. Time has come for you to enter a new relationship with your mother. Come my husband take your ravishing bride and start a family with me so that I may mate with you .come my handsome son, show mommy how much you love her”

O mommy I love u so much

Yes my baby. Come my husband. Call me by my name now.

As I inched closer to her, I could smell her sweaty body mixed with perfume and sweat. She had little hair on legs and at the back of her arms which added her sex appeal. I looked at her and she took my hands to her shapely chuchies where nipples had grown harder than nuts and pinched one of her nipples. While my other hand touched the forbidden fruit of my mother and she gasped in my arms.

“O my son, my new husband, my boyfriend, I love you so much. You can do anything as we are married now. Come baby come to your lonely mommy. She needs all your love for ever” and she bent forward and kisses my earlobe. She was still dressed in her jewels but she quickly removed my shirt and below. I was standing in just silk underwear with my cock making a pole in it. My mother took it in her hand and rubbed it for some time.

“O son! Your lund is so big. Just the right size for my deep choot. Time has come to insult your mother with your prick. I want some punishment for marrying my own son. Punish me baby!”

“o yes mother! I mean my wife! Pushpa. I love you so much. I wish all the sons do this to their mothers. O mommy you have no idea of how hungry I have been for all this. I have waited for this for years. You are me my dream my mother my wife my sushy. My Pushpa”

“O yes son, take me, and take your mother. Now that I am your wife, I am going to bear you children. O my boy…gives it to mommy now. You know how badly I want it. You are my sweetest boy, honey.”

While my hands reached over her bare pussy and I touched it for the first time. It was so bushy with thick blonde pubic hair and the wetness of her pussy had spread well beyond her hole. I rubbed the top of it with my thumb and then I inserted my longest finger into my motherly pussy. Mother moaned a bit as I thrust it further. I started finger-fucking her vigorously now. While her hand was stroking my cock. She then pushed me aside and walked naked across the room and went to her dressing table and got back some indoor (vermillion) and said hungrily

“O son! You have to put some indoor here also.” As she pointed out her pussy in the tuft of brown wet pubes. I quickly got forward and put some indoor there.

“My child, you can take mommy anyway you like now. You are not only my pati now but you are also my choot ka pati (my pussy husband)”

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I couldn’t control anymore and kissed her pussy for the first time. A lot of flab had gathered on my dream hole. It appeared my lovely mother didn’t quite get a fuck. Her pussy looked so fresh and pink that I had to look at her face while this wonderful pussy really belongs to my mother. I sucked my favorite hole in the world for a long time while my mother moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. In a moment she went stiff and uttered obscenities and went limp in my arms. I knew she was having an orgasm and I bit the clit real hard thrusting 3 fingers inside my mother’s lovely pussy. She came like a flood and I licked every single drop my mother’s tastiest juice. Ah 1 what a taste.

Then I went back to her face and kissed it for what seemed an eternity with my lips smeared in her cup, our tongues swirled in each other while my hands tweaked her nipples making them sore and red and she moaned in pleasure.

“O my lovely son! Where did you learn all this? You are going to kill your momma with your love-making skills. O Rama! This feels so good. Don’t stop mithu. I want you inside now my baby. Let mommy ride your land now that she is your wife.”

Then she came on top of me and took my whole cock in her pussy and started jumping. A chill up to my spine ran up as soon as I realized that it was my own mother jumping on my cock. My mother had taken the entire cock in her pussy and her breasts jiggled on my face. I quickly latched on to one of her nipples and to my utter pleasure it was leaking with milk now. O my holy god, my mother jumped with gay abandon as is sucked her leading milk pots. I brought my hands to her velvety ass and slapped it a few times. My mother grunted and groaned like a newly married girl while her fat ass shuddered in my crotch. Now she adjusted herself in a way that she was getting maximum penetration. I was hitting her womb. O my god was a dream. My erect cock wedged deep into the inner recesses of her vagina. It appeared that all I wanted to do was to fuse into her…making her mine, forever. Now she was maddened with lust and she started slapping her big boobies on my face. I could feel the nipples on my cheeks, nose and everywhere. This was highly erotic so I quickly sucked on my mothers boobies while slapping her ass and she started shouting obscenities now.

“ harami, madarchod , ….hai…maar meri phudi,…aai haaaaii….chod mujhe…kutte….randi ke beej….phad de meri phudi….haii….aaaa….haaan…haaan….aaaiiii…aur jor se…apni maan ke mumme choos le harami…yahi se dudh peekar bada hua hai tu….choos …mere raja….hai….mere momme ki tip …….mmm”

I greedily sucked on her nipples while she humped me from the top. It was my first sexual experience so I didn’t last long and poured my semen into my mother’s hot cunt. my mother shouted

“o god! What have I done? O son! Mommy is not protected. O my god, my son just made his way onto my womb. He has placed his seed in me”

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Mother started crying and it took a while for her to come to terms with it.

Later after one month mother came to me and said that she was pregnant with my child. We had to find some way out. I consulted my friends and we left the town for some other place. After the child birth, mother and me married officially in the new city and got registered as husband and wife. It has been 17 years now.

I have two girls with my mother. The elder one just turned eighteen and she just looks like my mother. Well, what happens with her is just another story.

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I had been happily married for about 25 years now and live happily with my family. I work as an architect in a government agency.

This is story about a dairy which changed my life. The diary incidentally belonged to my son. My son is now 24 years of age i shall talk about as soon as i am finished about telling some details about me and my little family. I have been basically a village girl but having spent nearly 25 years of my life in the national capital has changed me for the better in numerous ways..

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Though i was never a shy type of a village girl still i was not very open in mind . I had my reservations about things and it really took me some time to come out of of them.e.g it took 2-3 years for me to try that sleeveless sari and another one year to wear it at office while work, or those salwaar kameez suites with a real plunging neckline and gap at the back- it took me some time to wear them , but once i started to wear them , i was very comfortable and now i have a whole lot of them in my wardrobe. At home though, i started to wear nighties pretty early as they were not only comfortable but also had a lot of variety especially those front waist belt types. I am not really a fashion free but yet i do take a visit to a parlor once in 10-15 days.

Morning walks and diet regime have kept my body fat free and one can say that i don’t look my age. On the other hand, my husband is a very busy man , at office or with his colleagues. I never had enough time for either my son or from my husband since i was a working woman. I never thought that this might take a toll on our son . Few days ago, i was off from office and i went in my son’s room and i found this diary.that day and today, my life has changed. So this is addressed to all the mothers in metros. Here i narrate it as it was written in his dairy date wise.in the brackets, i m writing my own comments.

Today i came back from the college a little early and when i reached home i found my mother, my divinely beautiful mother Neerja, lying on the bed and sleeping. I quietly stood beside her and watched her ivory skin body for a long time before going to my room. She was wearing her satiny cream nightie and had tied the belt yet i could spot her bra-less boobs so big and round. O mother , you will kill me some day. Look at her nightie, all her nighties are knee length at most. I wanted to get a view from her leg side but i was afraid that she would wake up so i dropped the idea and came back to my room. Wonder , when i will be able to touch her…today after my mom and dad left, i sneaked into their room and opened my mother’s wardrobe ( o, what does he want) and it didn’t take me long to get hold of her panties…they were so many in number. I wanted to steal some but i was unsure how to do it. Then another idea crossed my mind- there might be some fresh panties available. With this , i went to Bathroom and to my utter happiness, two freshly used panties were hanging in the pegs. I too the blue one and smelt it ( What is he doing, my own son) but there was no smell. Then i took the plain cotton cream one and smelt it. It was wet , it smelt of her divine pussy and piss. I loved it. I don’t know what happened but i had an instant erection. I didn’t have much courage so i just smelt them for some time and after that i came to my room and masturbated. It has been some time since i saw my mother’s fresh lingerie. I need to do something. I am getting crazy day by day about my mother Neerja.

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Today my friend Vijay gave a storybook about incest sex. I really read some perverted stories about cousins fucking and mothers and sons and father and daughters too. I have been seeing my mother in this light for the past so many day and months but now i have got a proof that it happen in reality also. There is nothing wrong to think that way about one’s mother. Oh god, what can i do , i am becoming more and more perverted day by day. The moment i see my mother , i just want to make love to her. All the time , she wears these sexy nighties at home and i love her watching her nice round boobs jiggle without bra, and at times her panty lining on her hips shows on the satiny nightie, my cock goes crazy. I have been masturbating twice a day ever since i read those stories.

I have started to imagine Neerja mommy as my lover. On my bed. Right here, next to me while i undress her part by part, untying the knot of her nightie at her waist and then watching the glance of her slightly puffy waist but still very soft, so girlish and yet so motherly. Then i will undo her top slowly before removing her micro panties and fucking her. Of god, o mom, o Neerja you will make me mad. I wish i could see you naked soon and seeing you that way would satisfy the demon in me. I wish you were not my mother rather my wife and my lover. I don’t know what to do. I am getting to baser of my instincts now.

Help me. It has been a lot of waiting for me . I think if i don’t some glimpses of her in the day, i can’t survive. I get up early in the morning and head straight to my parents room so that i can have some glimpse of my sleeping mother who is so carelessly dressed as sometimes she might have had a fuck with my useless father at night. Mostly, i don’t see much but sometimes i can see right up to her areolas and nipples. At times , she invites me to sleep on her bed too , as it is morning time. So i just go and cuddle up right next to her soft bosom. I feel so safe and secure and sexy there and my cock begins to rise. Sometimes , she throws her arm over me , just a very motherly instinct but i love the weight of those nice supple boobs crushing on my chest. Right then, my adrenaline pumps up and i just wanna grab those wonderful jugs and suck them right there but i can’t do that , she is my mother. What if one, day , she allows me to do it to her. I have been getting close to her everyday. Now i will advance my moves and act more cleverly.

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I guess the god of love has started responding to my requests. Today , I came back home and found that my mother Neerja had reached before I arrived. I turned the key in the lock and came inside to my room. On the passing , I saw my mother’s room was bolted. I don’t know what happened or by instinct I bent to see her through the keyhole of her door. I had never done this but I felt that I should have don’t that ages before. I took a look inside and my eyes shuddered as they peaked in . The keyhole was showing a way too much and the entire double bed of my mother’s room was under my eye. I saw my mother Neerja lying on her bed with her legs folded and probably deep in sleep. Her back was facing me and yet I could make out the outlines of her panty on her thin nightie.

I took a Look and my cock harder and I came back to room and masturbated on the images of my sexy mother Throwing her nightie away and dancing with her nice fat buttocks on my face. Then I thought I will take peek through that keyhole more often when mu mother is alone and sleepy…

It has been quite some time since I started taking furtive peeks at my mom. In fact, over the past few days , I was also able to manage stealing her panties. I was pretty lucky to find them in our store room where old and used clothes are discarded. There I found my moms 3 bras and two panties. One of the bra is even pointed and padded one , I wonder she wears it under her saris to make her boobs real baggy and shapely. Other two bras are normal white type with a bit smaller caps to them . But the panties are real heavenly. The cream one has become so transparent dut to her use that I wonder how my mom’s delicious pussy will look with them . The other ones are torn from sides. They have slight holes poking in them. But they are sky blue cotton and smell damn sexy. I guess mommy didn’t wash them before disposing. So that’s my sex wealth now.

Today I dressed in them in the loneliness of my room and I have masturbated so many times sniffing them while wearing the other, that my cock has become sore. My mom Neerja is too damn sexy and hot. I wonder if I will be ever able to fuck her like I want.Today was the greatest day of my life. I saw my mother fully nude and in motion for the first time in my life. I always thought of my mother Neerja as a normal person and I wondered about her sexual satisfaction in life. I was not quite sure that my father satisfied her sexually but my mother Neerja never revealed a bit about her. In fact, she did nice fashion but looked like a plain lady when it came to sex.

Today all my questions were answered.I got up in the afternoon and went to kitchen to get some water. While coming back , as usual I took a look from that keyhole. And what I saw is really hard to put clearly. For there lay sprawled my huge mother Neerja and she had opened her legs and so much so her nice pinkish brown pussy was peeking at my face.

I must have been 3-4 meter away from that love hole of my mamma , but I saw it so clearly . Her pussy lips had separated and they looked so wet and juiced. My mother had a lot of hair around her pussy but still her juicy pussy was looking so wild and undomesticated. My mother Neerja had flung the nightie apart was she had made a bed sheet of it. Her one hand was crushing her enormous tits while teasing her own nipples and she was giving stifled moans of pleasure. Her hand was roaming around her flabby waist and then it came down to her wet pussy.

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She caressed her juicy motherly cunt for a while before inserting one and two and then three fingers in it. She started fucking her pussy so badly now and then squishing it and rubbing it wildly with her hands. She was moaning all the time she was doing this. Her breasts looked red and huge as she mauled them and stretched her nipples while pushing and ditching her fingers like a club in her pussy. She was also contracting her tummy and waist as she did the strokes in her pussy. She was going aggressively and watching all this made me mad. I just wanted to enter her room and replace my cock with her fingers. She kept fucking her with her fingers and in then a jet of water rushed from her pussy and she orgasm. Her pussy was drooling with juices now. I went crazy watching this and my cock had come in my pants only . I was so charged up.My! What a day I had..

.barely three days , after I had the unholy glimpse on my mother in all her nudity, I had no longer to imagine her places now. I was Masturbating freely day and night now concentrating hard on her fleshy meaty boobs and her wide gaping wet pussy. I was getting horny all the time at home now. Being around her was a perfume in Which my whole existence was drenched. I watched her all the time …and today was a real treat ! Mother Neerja took me to shop shopping mall in the afternoon and we also watched a movie there and had some light snacks also. When we came back home, she went o her room and bolted from inside, and started changing her clothes. I had positioned myself at the key hole and I was watching her undress. First she took her arms up and slowly raised her kameez and took it off. Now her white skin was glistening in the white bra straps. The cups of the bra were not very round and yet mother looked wonderfully endowed in them. Then she undid the cord of her salwaar and it fell on the floor. Under that my mother Neerja was wearing my favorite cream cotton panties with some floral patterns on it. As soon as Neerja had sort of undressed, she started to rub over her panties. I was getting hot standing outside and I knew that it was time for some action.

Neerja then went to the bed while undoing the bra and it fell on her bed. She keep pillows behind her back and sort of half sat on bed. Then she started to rub her panties lightly while playing with her magnificent breasts at the same time. I could clearly see that the nipples were really pointed now and stood majestically over dark brown areolas.

O Neerja , my sweet and sexy mother, you were looking so hungry and sexy. Then her panties started getting wet, and their color also changed from light cream to brownish now. Then in a few minutes , she removed her panties up to her thighs and started rubbing her pussy vigorously. I knew she was going to climax and I was masturbating at the same time. Even I came as I saw her . Even at this age of 50 , she had deep jets of orgasm staying the bed sheet…wow ..mom !

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When I was 19 my bro was 17 and I like to watch myself in the mirror of my sexy body and masturbate by rubbing my pussy and fingering & some times even use bananas or anything I get. I dono y I am like this I like to expose myself to the public. When ever I go out I wear a top with a square cut and a skirt a bit above my knees may be people can watch my silky legs and when I bend down see my well developed boobs .Even my bro has a glimpse on me. If I am in home he never leaves me, he tries for a chance to see my body, in home I don’t wear bra & panties.

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So one day after mom & dad went to their office and me and Jigar where in home I was watching T.V and he was doing something on the computer. suddenly I went to see what he is doing so I went & tried to open the door it was locked he asked from inside who was it. I replied it me ur sister his reply was “a bit busy come later” so turned and went downstairs a again watched the t.v, all my feeling are on Jigar what he is doing in the room so I went upstairs and peeped through the window to my surprise I found him watching a XXX movie and masturbating with my photo in front ,I silently watched what he is up to do after a while he cummed on my photo and said “Sameera eat it,ur my all-time sexy sister”, Then I just went out from that place to downstairs and was thinking of Jigar, after an hour or more I came to conclusion to have sex with him.

That noon I wore my favorite black skirt and a pink top with no bra and panties at lunch time we all used to sit together and have our lunch ,me & mom sit on one side and father and Jigar sat opposite to use they two where busy talking about some people I pushed my chair to the front and leaned on the table so that my boobs bulge and have a clear vision to see, I somehow managed to see him where he is looking and found he is looking at my boobs. Next as if I am playing with him I threw a spoon on him and it feel down, he bend down to take the spoon and I spread my legs and made a clear vision of my shaved pussy. He took the spoon and smiled at me. I want to be sure if he understood that I want to fucked by him so I again tried the same trick and went very close to the table and when he bend down I pulled my skirt and rubbed my pussy he took the spoon and smiled again . Now I am sure that he understood what I was up to after 2 p.m mom & dad went to office.

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He went upstairs and after my parents went I closed the doors and went up to him. I knocked his door and said “come to my room once”. He came in with his shorts and asked what’s the matter he was little bit nervous so I have to get him. I lay on my bed spread my legs and asked him “do u like that” he understood & replied “can I touch it”. I agreed and he came to me placed his hand on my pussy and asked “y do u want to do this” I said “its u who cummed on my photo” and the conversion went on by telling him that I watched from the window, and said “I am ur sister do what ever u want with me and don’t let know to anyone” he said “yes” and asked “can I kiss u” I said “no asking just do what ever u want” so he started kissing and with his hands massaged my boobs for about 3-7min.

Then he licked my boobs and with his hand massaged my pussy it was really great and I hold his hard 6 inch cock and pressed it. He then removed my top and skirt and took of his cloths and layed on me and was crazy with my boobs and pressed & licked & bit it. I was moaning and knew he was excited he put his tongue and started rolling in my pussy my ass jerked as he tongue fucked me and after a while I cummed and he licked it all and told “u sexy bitch take my cock in ur mouth” .

I took his hard cock in my hand and kissed it on the head he was overjoyed and I wrap my fist around his cock and started moving in rhythm and licked the head for a while and I was so horny that took all of his hard cock in my mouth he was excited and said “yes babe do it faster” and sucked him faster and faster till he was about to cum and poured all of his load on boobs I just rubbed it all over my silky skin and sucked the drops in his cock he then pressed my boobs again and fingered my pussy and I masturbated his cock after a while it again became hard and said “come on fuck me I can no longer wait”.

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He guided his cock in my pussy and slowly pushed in and out and made it faster and I was screaming and scolding him in bad words and made it faster and faster and took his cock out and cummed on my stomach this time I took it with hand and ate it then he laid on me and fucked me 3 times that day even in the night after our parents went to sleep he kept a cloth in my mouth so that they can’t hear me screaming. This continued for about a month he ass fucked me.

After that he was very nasty that he said me to be fucked by our dog, but I did not agree with that and just sucked its cock once and it cummed in my mouth. I love to drink all the cum of Jigar and whenever I like to eat cum I just suck his cock and not even waste a single drop of it. We even used fruits, vegetables & bottles. Girls who read this story what I say is never waste cum its precious as diamond. If u r addicted to it u cannot live without it.

Now I am married and drink my husband’s cum and brother’s cum whenever I go home to meet him. I go every Saturday and Sunday and make my husband sit with my parents and let them have a chat and myself being fucked upstairs and now recently I was fucked by our dog….

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Magar girls from those hills came to work in the rice paddies for a few days, girls with smooth round faces and narrow eyes wearing black velvet blouses, headdresses and necklaces of silver rupees. Their songs wafted back into the rooms where I lived with my cook. Magar girls were free to flirt and sometimes managed to take lovers, but Bahuni and Chhetrini women in the valley were given in arranged marriages when they were extremely young.

I wondered if the freedom of the hills was like what I had enjoyed as a student. I thought of old girlfriends. I had spent the night in a hotel with my first mistress when I was 19 and she was 20. She woke me in the middle of the night by touching me, and when I awoke already aroused, she whispered, “Enter me right now, please! I want you inside me.”

I thought of my last girlfriend in college when we both lived off-campus. We found each other only a month together before we graduated and went our separate ways, but desire had burned hot and bright. We spent every other night together, at her place or mine. If we stayed at my place we had to be very quiet because my apartment-mate was a strange person, made to be a priest. He struggled but could not change this; was celibacy the other curse of the Irish besides drink?

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My bedroom had been a small enclosed porch in the cottage I shared which was hidden in a grove of small trees. My mistress and I would lay together on my narrow bed and in the morning the sun would shine through trees and be fragmented by their shifting leaves, now painfully bright, now shadow as we made love once more before going to classes. We were living charmed lives with no idea how fortunate we were.

That had been over a year earlier, halfway around the world. Now I had to endure celibacy myself. I was a teacher in the remoteness of west Nepal where you couldn’t possibly find a cold drink, wheeled transportation, an electric light to read by, certainly not a woman for the night. Almost all women were married before they were fourteen, and they were closely watched. Besides, I was a teacher who had to set an example. As the first foreigner to live in my village, I was an object of intense curiosity. So there I was, living in a goldfish bowl.

The wife of my nearest neighbor had given birth to a girl a few months before. In the morning after serving her husband dal-bhat and then eating herself she would wash her pots and trays in the irrigation ditch below my window as I worked preparing lessons. She wore no blouse and had only the end of her sari to cover full breasts that refused to stay confined as she bent down to dip water from the canal and scoured away the last grains of scorched rice. It was a feast for the eyes, only for the eyes. Was she an exhibitionist? Didn’t she understand the effect she was having on the poor Sahib? It doesn’t matter; wasn’t it better to sin with the eyes than not at all?

I slowly became friends with a much older woman, a Chhetri’s cast-off wife named Poorna who lived in a small house a hundred yards above my place. She was a slender woman with a ready smile and a mischievous gleam in her eyes. Sometimes she told me stories of life in Burma when her husband was a soldier for the British. She would show up at my place and demand, “Let’s drink rum!”. I’d get out my dwindling supplies of imported cognac, or we might have small cups of raksi, local spirits that were sold aged all of five minutes, the fast track to a two-day hangover. Poorna would tease me about my solitary life and joke that I should take up with the local dancing girl. I think she began to worry that I was living a diminished life, which was certainly true.

One evening I finished grading papers and stopped by her house to chat. Soon we were joined by a deaf-and-dumb couple who wandered from place to place, dressed in tatters and living off whatever kindness they could find in villages where nobody had much to spare. They stayed just outside on the porch. The boy was shy and serious, but the girl was playful and soon we heard them getting romantic. This was the first time in Nepal I had been aware of anything sexual going on close by. Poorna and I listened intently and joked about the goings-on a yard or two away. I expected matters to be over quickly; this totally illiterate couple certainly hadn’t read the Kama Sutra. But they went on a good half hour, with piquant moans and small cries and I was grateful for these small crumbs too.

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About a month later Poorna came to my house with important news. A niece she called “Jimli” (second daughter) was visiting and I should be sure to come meet her. Poorna knew that I had briefly pursued a local girl by that nickname but it had come to nothing when she told me she wanted to be taken to America forthwith. So I asked what was the point of coming to see this Jimli? Her eyes sparkled with mischief and she said, “No, no. Another Jimli!”

As it was getting dark I took my torch and climbed the hill behind my house, crossed an irrigation ditch, and paused outside the door of Poorna’s small house. Like all houses in our valley, it was made of unbaked brick. Some houses had roofs of baked tiles but hers was of straw thatch. Just outside the front door was a shed of the same construction sheltering her cow. About half a kilometer away on the far side of a small valley I could see a village of similar houses and the twinkling light of a lamp or two.

I called out and Poorna answered and opened her door. The inside of her house was nearly bare with only a few brass trays and the cheap aluminum cooking pots we all used. For light there was a single kerosene lamp with no glass chimney. Few could afford the more elaborate table lamps, let alone pressure lamps which burned prodigious amounts of kerosene. I went inside and saw Jimli. She was about thirty, medium height for a Nepali woman with a long braid down her back and she had a baby with her, not more than six months old. I guessed Jimli was a Chhetrini like Poorna because her coloring and features were intermediate between Bahun and Magar, the kind of fortunate mixture that made Nepali woman sought-after in Mahadesh, as the large country three days walk to the south was called.

We sat on the floor coated with the traditional mixture of gobar and mud which had been smoothed and allowed to dry. As unsanitary as it sounds, it was pleasantly cool to the feet in summer and warm in winter, slightly resiliant and smelling faintly of grass. I sat on on the floor while Poorna introduced us and we made small talk about life in Nepal and life in America.

I only expected we might drink a bit of raksi together, but other plans were afoot. Poorna got up and announced she had to run a small errand in the village of potters higher up the hill. So Jimli and I were suddenly alone together. Jimli immediately went over to the sort of ladder, actually only a slanted log with notches cut in it, and started up to the second floor. She looked over her shoulder and motioned for me to follow. Then she put her finger over her lips to show that I should be quiet and laid down on the floor. Quickly I laid down beside her and embraced her. She fumbled with the drawstring of my salwar and I pulled them down. Then she pulled me on top of her. There was no foreplay. I entered her and the heat of her body passed to mine. What she was thinking I’ve no idea, nor did I seriously care. I completely lost control, like a tremendous sneeze I absolutely could not stop or even delay. When my senses came back I could only feel helpless and relieved that my enforced celibacy had ended.

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We rearranged our clothes and went back downstairs. In a few minutes Poorna returned from her errand. It was decided that Jimli and I would stay downstairs with the others upstairs. As soon as it became quiet, Jimli raised her blouse and began suckling her baby, facing away from me. Suddenly she hiked up the skirt of her sari and petticoat behind and reached behind herself to caress me. The invitation was unmistakeable, so I entered her from behind. This time I was able to last and so we fucked for a while. At first light I slipped out and went home. My cook liked to gossip and it would not do for the whole district to learn of my little escape from the goldfish bowl.

So with Poorna’s help I had ended a stay in purgatory and returned to the land of the living. My relationship with Poorna began to change subtly as I began to understand that she indeed loved me as mother to son, but not only that way. She too had been forced into a solitary life. Probably I should have helped her as she had helped me, yet I could not quite feel desire for someone so much older, or imagine growing older myself.

I only saw Jimli once more, about six months later. It happened on the trail out of the valley when I completed my tour of duty. She was with others including a husband or brother probably and gave me a piercing glance that burned my eyes, my entire skin. I put my hands together in silent acknowledgement and after the last of her group passed I turned to watch her go on down the trail toward the valley where I had lived nearly two years and have never returned to.

Love may be sacred, or profane, or both together. When it comes our way we may be unready to understand its subtleties. Too many lovers I have already forgotten but in the clarity of highlight Poorna’s love burns bright.

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