Now alone, Madhav couldn't believe what had happened. The events of the day all seemed to mesh into one outrageous orgasm of emotions. First there had been happiness at his homecoming, then rage at Ramesh, then humiliation of being aroused by his mother. Next had come the hot, steaming stimulation that it had lured both of them into an act so vile and depraved, he still couldn't believe it had happened. How would all this change their life, he wondered? He didn't know, but he did know it would change them, for better or worse. Without a shadow of doubt, it would change their life. Tryi… 続きを読む

Staring down at her son's obvious excitement, Sarita couldn't believe how large he was. She could remember when he was a ********** and his penis was no more than a couple of inches long, but now, it had to be nine or ten inches long. What am I thinking, she asked herself in horror as she, realized what she had been thinking? Can I be this depraved? What was this new emotion she was feeling toward him? How could she be feeling it toward this man of all men? How could she ever feel this way toward him, her own son? Suddenly, the answer exploded inside her brain. The emotion she was feel… 続きを読む

Madhav had been away at college for nine months, as it was his final year of engineering education at IIT Delhi. During this time, his mother used to call him almost daily on his Reliance mobile phone. Madhav has become very close to his mother Sarita after the death of his father. Her phone calls were full of love and longing to meet him and glowing expectations about his final results. Now as he was returning home with good marks and a placement with a leading technology firm in their R&D department, he was eager to meet his dear Amma (mother in his native tongue) After getting down… 続きを読む

Today also was no different. I took the knife now for uncle and went back to his room. As I entered I saw uncle was changing his dress. On other days, if my aunt was present, uncle would certainly use a towel or turn back to the wall, but today to my utter disbelief, he was changing it openly. It seemed to me as if he was waiting for me and as soon as I entered his room, he started to pull down his lungi. His vest was already off and now he was standing naked except for his shorts. I dropped my eyes from directly looking at him and placed the knife on the table and was about to leave the r… 続きを読む

He left the place with a wicked smile. I was again taken aback. This nitwit also knows that I need to wear the pad within my panty! I closed the door and had the medicine as per dosage and then went to the toilet with the pad. Since I need to place the pad securely, I decided to get out of the sari and petticoat completely. So again I had to strip to an almost bikini posture as I had my bath only sometime ago. I pulled my panty half way down my fair buttocks and placed the pad covering my pussy hole and pulled the panty up again. The touch of a foreign body on my pussy instantly gave me a t… 続きを読む

There was silence. Ramlal was facing us now and he was holding on to his dick within his underwear and I could clearly make out its position. His underwear was of thin material and I saw his lund was hanging like a big banana. Master-ji: Hmm. What to do then? Madam? I had nothing to say and before I could say anything also Master-ji bowled me over. Master-ji: Okay Ramlal, do one thing. You look at Madam and try to masturbate. Seeing a female should help you. Me: What? Master-ji: Madam, if looking at you can help him, let him. We need the milk that's all. Me: But Master-j… 続きを読む

Pande-ji: That's like a good girl! I heard the whisper in my ears and also some whispering lecherous remarks. We were also close to the 'garva griha' now and had to take permission from Pande-ji to lower my sari to cover me. Me: Pande-ji, people will see me now. I must cover myself. Pande-ji without wasting words pulled out my sari and petticoat from my waistband and dropped it down and at last I was fully covered. Chotu turned back and Pande-ji wore his dhoti properly and everything appeared so normal in the twinkling of an eye. I was still almost panting as to what happened i… 続きを読む

Sanjeev: Madam, in our ashram we provide sari, blouse and petticoat to the women who come for 'diskha' and 'treatment'. So for that only I need the size. Me: Okay, its 32. I noticed Sanjeev noted the figure and looked for a second directly at my erect boobs under the cover of my blouse and sari as if trying to measure the 32 size through his eyes. Sanjeev: Madam, since mostly the women who come for 'diksha' to Guru-ji are from rural areas and as you also know many of them do not wear any undergarment, we have no provision for that. But since you are coming from the town, please car… 続きを読む

My name is Anita Singh. I live in a small town of Uttar Pradesh. Presently I am 32 years of age, married. I got married at the age of 25 to Rajesh, who was a shop-owner. My married life started smooth and I was happy with everything. Rajesh and I shared a very good and close relation. My sex life also was quite regular and satisfactory. But bitterness in my life started when Rajesh and I decided we are going to have an issue after two years of our marriage. When even after one year of unprotected copulation I was not getting pregnant, we were very concerned. There was pressure from my in laws… 続きを読む

"Look, Guru Look." Reshma said and turned herself once in front of him. "I see nothing new." "Khotaya ...look at my belly." She pointed to the extra roundness of her belly. It was dawned to Guru that he made his mom Reshma pregnant. Her body had blossomed and the weight she had gained had filled her out in all the right places. Her ass had a smooth roundness and her breasts had increased at least a cup size to a nice full C. The most distinctive change had been in her face, where the added flesh had softened her features. Like all women carrying a c***d her skin glowed with heal… 続きを読む

this is the story of how i fucked my grandmother (my mother's mother). she was married **********, i think when she was around 14 yrs. those days they were married young. my mom was born when my granny was 17!! my mother got married when she was 22 and i was born a year later. the incident happened during my 12th, i was 17 at that time my granny was 57 but she looked like she was 40 because of the regular work they did when they were young. my granny and granpa had a farm and some cows earlier but they sold all that and moved to the city when my mom was young. My granny has… 続きを読む

Hi! I have seen several stories over here from mother’s perspective! How about a son’s perspective? So I am writing my experience. You can call me Ajith and I have no guilt in saying I am a motherfucker. In fact I enjoy being a mother fucker. In my opinion there is no other cunt in this world better than mother’s cunt for fulfilling our carnal desires. For me, my mom’s heavily fucked baby-making pussy is tastier than an eighteen year old girl pussy. Growing up as a son in India, I was always taught to revere my mother. Infact mothers are even held higher than god! Hence we have a lot of respec… 続きを読む

Hi to all ISS Readers. I am Rakesh writing the continuation of my experience “My Doctor Mom”. I and my mom use to make love regularly. We use to try all the positions by watching the cd of Kamasutra. When I was alone I use to think whether all the things I am doing with my mom is a dream or what. Because she was the lady of my dreams, she was my heroine. One night after we made love and relaxing in each other’s hug she said that she wants to marry me. I said why so mom. She said I want to live at least one day as your wife. I said you are my wife when we started love making and kissed her on t… 続きを読む

Hi, this is Rakesh writing my experience. I am studying engineering 3rd year. My family consists of 3 members. Father, mother and me. My parents are doctors and are working in a private hospital. My parents loved each other and married when they are in the 2nd year of medicine against the wish of their parents. I was born in the 3rd year of their medicine. At that time mom was 23 years old when she gave birth to me. My dad died in an accident when I was in *********. At that time mom was 35 years old. From that time on mom took care of me and all the house hold activities. She never made me th… 続きを読む

Disclaimer: The following narration is a true description of events which took place a few years ago. Names of characters and places have been changed for concealing the identity of the individuals in question. Hello everyone my name is Anirudh Nayar and this is not my story, but it is a story which no one can tell better and it is a story that needs to be told. This story revolves around an incident which took place way back in 2008 and I had just turned 18 that year and was in my 12th grade. I lived in Borivali in Mumbai with my parents and a younger brother who is 8 years younger to me.… 続きを読む

Hi, Iam very grate full to share my life events which happen in real life of mine. Am supriya age 35, slim body 34 29 36 is my structure , medium color, and Medium height still am looking like a college girl even am married. Guys in looks me at very deeply. no one guess my age is 35 last week also 1 boy propose me. He studied college of engineering final year. Ok leave it my credibility, coming to the experience story. I married a chap who do a business as medium level any time travelling along India, our married life is quiet so good and enjoyable . we enjoy love daily and sleep with my hu… 続きを読む

Before starting the story, let me introduce my family and I am Anand, 21 years and doing my MBA from a reputed college in Delhi and also helping my Mom in her business. My Mom Vibha is 42 now her Fig is 36 30 38. She is fair in colour and 5 feet 4 inches in height. My Father Ashok Jaiswal died in 2008 due to high Diabetes and he left his business for us And a good amount of money but his death was a shock for us and also my mom was not capable of handling business at that time. So after his death we faced lot of troubles and during this time and I came very close to my Mom and there were t… 続きを読む

This story happened to me around 12 years back, when I was 18 years old. My name is X and lived in my village at that time. I am the last son in my family.My parents were farmers. I had 2 elder brothers and 2 elder sisters. All were settled and married by the time the story had happened. I was doing +2 in my village. My village was located near Kerala and Tamilnadu border. An aunty by name Ponnammal lived near to my home. She was around 35 years, dark-skinned, plumpy and had voluptous structure. For sure, her breast size would be 40 DD. She never used to wear bra (as this was the typical w… 続きを読む

We have big farm land and do the agriculture our self. Because of outdoor activities all members in my family are having good physique. In our family apart from Grandparents and Mother we are two c***dren, myself and my younger sister. My mother in addition to household activities takes care of our fields too along with my grandparents. Because of all the physical work my mother’s figure is perfect, she has firm tight belly long shapely legs, big breasts and wide hips to match. Her name is Indira. She is 40 years old now, but seems so young and beautiful comparing with the ladies of the sa… 続きを読む

This is a start to a very long journey… School days bring memories of all the playing and mischief played, that is to a person born and schooled before 1990s. But for a person born and schooled in the nineties it was not the same. It includes: when they got their first ps, ipod, and more importantly at what age they were exposed to porn, attained puberty, first GF, date, night out(mind it all are different) and even more importantly seeing the gooey liquid come out of the body, from where urine comes out. Mine too went through all these phases. Born into a modern, yet conservative Brahmi… 続きを読む