IT`s REALLY RAINING CATS AND DOGS.....( IN MEMORY OF MY VILLAGE LADY)

Became a dream in the long run I am from Mumbai. During my college days, I was a hiking and mountaineering buff. Every weekend, by Friday evening or Saturday afternoon, our group used to go to scale peaks in Matheran, in or around Bombay or long distance. By Sunday evening we used to be back. Once we were on a Bombay University sponsored hikes to Nashik. There we were to scale about 6 – 8 peaks. We were a group of 14 initially, but as the weather was turning bad, with constant rain and thunder, with flood warning, most of the group returned, leaving behind a core group of 4 and finally I was the only remaining who was determined to scale the peaks. I love outdoor life, so did not feel like returning back to the crowded  populated city before the due date. While hiking since we are always at  remote areas, we usually get to spend our evening at the village temple or at some headman's or farmer's house.
That day, the weather was a bit clear, even though there were light rain, I started and scaled a peak and by the time I returned it was 4.00 P.M. I had entered a village and was walking along when there was a heavy downpour. The weather was overcast and the clouds were looming heavily above. The chances were that the rains would not be stopping soon. The rain was so fierce that it was falling in heavy drops (cats and dogs) and visibility was also negligible. I was totally drenched, but the rucksack and my sleeping bag was rain proof, so I was trying to find a safe shelter where I could change into dry clothes.

I saw a turbaned farmer walking in front and approached him for shelter. Now these village folks are familiar with crazy people like us who come to climb mountains. They have asked us on why we do that as for them it is a regular days work as their farming are on mountain tops etc.. and they climb regularly.
Anyway, the farmer was a young fellow probably in his thirties and drenched like me. He asked me to accompany him. After a walk of 10 minutes on the outskirts of the village, he led me to a neat mud house, which had those dry leaves roof. Around the house on the wall and the ground was plastered with cow dung. I had to bend to enter the thatched hut as the door was smaller. On entering in, I found that the family consisted of two small girls (probably aged 2 and 4) and his wife. Now she was thin (or is it lean), seemed like she just had a bath and was wearing an old torn sari and a dirty loose blouse. She was tall about 5'5" and had sharp features. She had a big metal earrings and a round nose ring. Both the husband and wife were suntanned and their face had creases and hand had calluses which seem to suggest that half their time was spent in sun tending fields. The husband had been returning from field when I met him. The room was large from inside, with a log wood burning in the corner for preparing food. There was a partition in one corner dividing the house into two rooms where I could see some mattresses on the floor.The house was smelling of cow dung and the wet mud smell. There were a lot of smell coming from within and it took me a while to get used to it. They were poor people barely surviving on a daily basis. There was no furniture and the floor was bare.

I could feel the stare of the women and the kids as I stood there taking in the scene in front of me. The husband said to his wife that I would be staying so to prepare food for me too. She was still standing there staring at me. I was feeling odd and out of place. I thanked the husband and inquired whether he drinks. Suddenly his face lit up, he said yes. I then gave him Rs. 100/- and said, can you get a beer for me and he can buy his brand, plus if he can arrange some chicken or mutton and some vegetables. Initially, he expressed hesitancy to accept but then took the money and left. The women was still looking at me while the kids were pointing at me and giggling. Since I was drenched, I moved to a corner of the hut and then opened my bag, took out my towel, a short and a t-shirt. I scrubbed my hair and body, wrapped the towel around me and removed my wet clothes. When I glanced at the wife, I observed her looking but the moment she realized I was staring at her, she turned her head. I changed into fresh clothes and then combed and powdered myself and felt fresh. I started playing with the kids. I cajoled them in coming near me and offered them some powder, perfume, pencil and some papers which I carry for taking notes. In a matter of minutes, I had the small one on my lap and the elder one sitting beside me, drawing pictures. I could see a smile on the mothers face. She was making those hand made rotis and cooking it on the chulha. As she bent forward I could see her boobs hanging (no bras – didn't expect her to have one, no underwear too). It was a clear sight; It was as if she was naked in front of me. She realized I was watching her but acted nonchalant. Since I don't speak Marathi but can understand the language and she was not well versed with hindi, I was trying to communicate  with broken marathi and she was replying slowly so that I understand.

After an hour, her husband came loaded with vegetables, chicken and a two bottles of country liquor. He had a lot of change which he gave me, which I in turn handed over to his wife saying that she should buy some sweets for the kids. She accepted the money and seemed surprised at my generosity. Her husband in the meantime told me that he could not get my Beer. Now I am no fan of country liquor so when he poured a glass for himself, I just took a quarter glass and kept it in front of me without  sipping. The wife was busy cooking a good food and I could smell the aroma of the dishes. She cooked fast and in an hour's time had the food ready. By now the husband had finished half the bottle and he was going strong. He was constantly talking about his work, fields, inquiring about my programme, predicting the weather etc… His wife was keeping a watch on us. By 7.30 she was ready with the food and I suggested that she feed the kids first. She laid a plate for the kids and was feeding them. I sidled upto them and then seeing that she was trying to keep back good chunky meat for us, I dipped into the gravy and put more vegetable and meat for the kids. I could see that she was taken back with my action. After half an hour she had fed the kids and put them to bed. She came to join us. My glass was still quarter full and her husband had now finished one bottle and was opening the second. She looked at me and asked me why I don't drink. I said you drink first and then I will. Now the husband was gone, drunk and I don't think he had any idea what was going on around him. But he was still drinking. She shied away and said she never drinks much. I offered my glass to her and she took a couple of sips. The glass was almost empty. I filled it to the brim (full) and then tasted the drink myself from the same glass and gave her. She shyly took it and in a couple of gulps finished more than half of it. I again refilled the glass, and tasted the drink myself. It was strong with a real pungent smell. The drink seemed to be burning its way through my throat to my stomach. I gasped and she laughed. I offered her the glass, while doing so my hands brushed against her boobs and she laughed again. I could see that she was enjoying the drink. I filled my glass and taking a few sips from it gave it to her. By this time her husband had finished his glass and poured the last shot, emptying the bottle. He was blabbering now, talking incoherently and swaying. We sat there for some time till she finished her glass and then she got up and laid the food for us. I don't think the husband knew what he was eating, he was half asleep, his eyes closed and his wife was feeding him. He was sitting beside me and she was sitting in front of him. She was also eating from the same plate while feeding him. To feed him she had to lean forward and through the loose blouse her boobs which were good round shaped was hanging freely. She could see me staring at it and was deliberately bending herself, giving me an eyeful. Finally I lost my senses and in an act of desperation reached forward and handled her boobs. She smiled and pushed my hands off.

Finally we ate and it was time to sleep. She led her husband to the curtained portion and laid him down and asked me to sleep at the corner spare space. She blew the kerosene lamp off and lay beside her husband and I opened my sleeping bag and cuddled in. I must have just blinked, when I felt an arm encircling me and trying to cozy unto me. I could feel heavy hot breadth on my face. I realized it was the wife. I could smell her perspiration, food smell and different smell coming out of her. A rustic village belle's smell. It was total dark and it was very difficult to see and we could only see the silhouette of each other. I embraced her thin body and she was strong. Her hands were moving all over my body. I in turn asked her to remove her sari and blouse. We both undressed and I kissed her. She was like a wild animal. Her tongue was trying to reach all corner of my mouth. The cold metal of her nose ring was constantly pressing my skin and giving me the charge. She was on top of me and her hands were everywhere. She kissed me all over my face and by this time I had a stiff lund. She spread her legs and slowly started taking it in. I could see, feel her effort, by her closed eyes and the slowness of penetration. She would take in small amount in one time and then relax and then again push to take in more. I could feel her choot wall pressing against my lund and finally she was in all the way. She just relaxed and slept on me taking in the feeling of fullness within her. Then she kissed me and said it was painful. I was pressing her boobs and then had my hands on her buttocks and was pressing it in. My fingers were searching for her asshole. She regained her breadth and then started pounding me . She was moving up and down on my lund and making a hissing sound hsssssssss. Her eyes were closed shut and her hands were pressing on my chest. My hands were pressing her boobs and nipples and also I was trying to kiss and bite her nipples. It went on for some time and finally with a shudder she fell down on me like a spent force. I laid her on her back and then mounted her by spreading her legs. Her choot was tight but due to her lubricants it slid in. I started pumping her, banging and she started responding. Her nails were scratching my back and she was trying to hug me tightly. I kept pounding till I felt myself shooting a whole lot of sperm into her. She also strained herself against me rubbing her choot and squeezing all my cum and she exploded again. I could feel her body releasing her orgasm in waves. Finally her tide passed and we both just lay in each other arms. I slept off and at night I woke up to find that she was not lying beside me and then I dressed up and went back to sleep. I fell into a deep sleep and when I opened my eyes, it was already morning and the kids were up and playing and she was cooking breakfast. The farmer was already up. I sheepishly got up as I was feeling guilty for getting up late. The kids were watching me and I just playfully lunged at them. They squealed and ran. The parents looked at me and smiled. I looked at her and she gave me a lovely smile.

The rain had not stopped and it was really raining cats and dogs. I stood looking outside and asked the guy whether there was any chance for me to climb two more peaks. He laughed and said – no chance. Wait till the rain subsides and then try. I asked him if there was any place for me to stay. He said that saab, if you don't want to stay with us in this hut then shift otherwise please stay with us. His wife was intently listening to our discussion and when I agreed to stay, I looked at her and she had her naughty smile on the face.

I told the guy lets have some more dishes today and paid him 100 Rs. more. I said, bring drinks but try for beer for me and buy 2-3 country for all of us. The mention of liquor seemed to brighten him. Her husband waited for some time, informed and seeing that the rain was not stopping, informed that he would be going to the field to check the state and then buy the goods and try to be back by 3.00 to 4.00 P.M. and then went to buy the foodstuff and probably to get a smoke, I took my clothes off and wore my towel and went out in the rain for a bath. I had the soap with me. The kids also joined and we all enjoyed. The wife also joined and time and while playing with the kids she was intentionally sliding by me, pressing herself to me and finally she asked the kids to go in and dry themselves. I had an erection and my towel was clearly showing the bulge. We went to the back of her hutment and then she raised her saree and slept on the wet  ground pulling me on top of her. My lund was immediately in her choot and I was fucking her. She also had her legs around me and her hands was pressing me to her. We pounded away and in a short time I came. We got up and then I after bathing in the rain entered the house. I came in and wore warm clothes. I hung my wet clothes t dry inside the house. By this time the lady had also come back, I realized she also had soaped herself with my soap and her shoulder long hair was wet and tied in a cloth. Her sari was drenched. She went behind the curtain to change, and I could see her silhoutte through that.

Now I was left alone with the kids. The wife's name was Shobhabai. I started playing with the kids. Shobhabai went towards the chulha and was busy preparing the lunch, making rotis and cutting vegetables for curry and sabji. After a couple of hours she joined the kids and Shobhabai joined us. Whenever we had a chance we were brushing against each other. Finally I made the kids sit and to draw pictures. Shobhabai was watching that with interest. I sidled upto her and placed her hand on the bulge in my pants. She squeezed it without looking at me. I slid my hands under her buttocks from behind. She shifted her position to allow me to slide my hand under her sari. As I wrote earlier she was too poor too afford any bra or panties. I started playing with her choot. The kids were busy doing their work and even if they had looked at us they won't have realized as the sari was totally covering my play. Her hands in between would streak out and press the bulge. She was all wet down and I could feel her heat growing. I told her that why don't you collect a bucket of water from outside. She got up and left and I asked the kids to work and followed her out. There was no house nearby and the rains were making visibility less. We went to a side wall and we started kissing each other. I raised her sari and pulled her towards me. I lifted her and now her legs were entwined around my buttocks and my lund was in her choot. I started banging her against her house wall and she was moaning. Her head was limp on my shoulders and she was riding along with me. We were only worried that the children should not come looking for us. Finally I could feel her shudder and limpness. I put her down and then guided her hand to my lund. I asked her to masturbate me and shyly she started doing it. In an instant I had released my cum in her hand. She wanted to wash it off in the rain, but I suggested that she taste it. She had never done that before she said, so I forced her to eat all my cum and kissed her. She had not swallowed the cum so her saliva was mixed with my sperms. We went on passionately kissing for few minutes and finally with the continuos pushing of my tongue in her mouth she managed to swallow my cum. She straightened her sari and then both of us went in. Inside the kids were still at work. Now anytime we got we were touching each other. Finally her husband came loaded with goods and when he gave me the balance. I gave it to Shantabai saying that that is for her and the kids.

Evening came and this time she completed all her chores by 6.30 and had fed her kids. Then she put them to bed immediately. Today the husband had two bottles of beer and three bottles of country liquor. He was already through one bottle and was on his second. I had finished one beer bottle and was waiting for shantabai to come. As soon as she joined us, I poured her on full glass of country liquor. She took it and finished half of it in one shot. Then we were talking. Her husband as usual was chattering and seemed drowned in liquor. Shanatabai also finished her glass and I got another drink for her. We were careful not to appear close as the husband was nearby and we did not want to take the risk. Finally the second bottle was over and he was totally drunk. Shantabai, brought the food and fed him with her hand, and finally when she realized he was done for the day, took him inside to sleep. She came back. I pulled her on my lap, my lund was hard and she could feel it. She raised her sari and guided it in her choot  and then we both were talking and drinking. She knew how to handle drinks and must have had about 3 glasses. By this time my second beer was over. Shantabai in a playful mood filled her mouth with her liquor and in the process of kissing, fed me the same. As I wrote earlier, that drink was too strong for more and I gasped. She laughed and was moving up and down my lund. Slowly and playfully we kept onto task and finally in a shattering climax I came. I could feel her releasing hers an instant after my release. Possibly my hot release triggered her orgasm.

She brought the food and we both ate from the same plate. Sometimes she used to feed me and I used to feed her sometimes. At one time, I had taken my food and orally transferred it to her mouth.
As soon as the food was over, she turned of the oil lamp and there was total darkness around. She joined me in my sleeping bag and we both started kissing each other. I turned around in 69 position and started sucking her choot. This was a new experience for her as she (told me later) had been never eaten nor sucked before in her choot. She started hissing and buckling under me. I could feel the heat building in her. In the meantime I made her suck my lund and play with my balls. She was now pressing her choot to my face and rubbing it. She pressed my head hard towards her choot and was crazily grinding her choot on my face. I could feel her cum seeping through and entering my mouth. She suddenly forced and shot a string of liquid on my face. The first experience I had where a female ejaculated like a male. I lapped up all her juice and then pulled her alongside me. I asked her to suck my lund. She seemed hesitant to suck it (no earlier experience). I caught her hair and forcibly entered her mouth. She gagged on it but finally got the feel of sucking and swallowing. Her mouth was trying to devour my lund while her tongue was caressing it. I was helping her in massaging my balls while I was playing with her breast / boobs. I came instantly and I could see that she was choking, gagging with the flow. She took my lund off her mouth and was trying to get up to spit it or wash her face, but I stopped her. I made her swallow the whole cum and then asked her to clean my lund. She did that when she realized that I really wanted her to do that. I whispered to her that if I can drink her juices and clean her choot she should also learn to clean a man's lund. We kissed again and then lay side by side. The night was still early and she was whispering sweet nonsense in my ears. I was playing with her buttocks and balls while she was kissing me and alternatively playing with my lund , taking it in her hand and shagging it.

This went on for some time and slowly again we were both hot now. She climbed on me and directed my lund in her choot. She had become an expert in fucking. She bounced up and down and we must have been doing it for about a long time and finally with a violent thrust she came. I could feel her shattering climax because at that time I released my whole load and felt really spent.

We slept in each others arms for some time. At midnight or thereafter, I could feel my lund rising and being engulfed by a wetness. I woke to find her giving me a blowjob. I waited for some time and when I was hard, I lay her on the ground and then mounted her. I placed her legs on my shoulders and deeply penetrated her. She was now in for a wild ride. We must have fucked for a long time and then both of us came together. I slid beside her and put my fingers in her choot. I scooped our mix of sperms and her cum and I offered her to taste it, She was hesitant and I sucked my finger and then kissed her. She responded wildly and I transferred the mixture to her mouth. Finally I dressed and slept and did not know when she left.

Morning I woke up early to find that the rain had subsided. The farmer was busy to go his field. I asked him whether he can be my guide to the mountains and evening we can be back, I heard him discussing the matter with his wife and finally he came and told me that since he has to be at the fields, he can't come. But his wife had suggested that she can be my guide and from the mountain top she can collect woods and grasses which they can sell or use at home to raise money. I was planning to climb two peaks and was expecting to return only after 6.00 P.M., since the husband expected me to return and stay with them, I agreed and gave another Rs. 100/- for the evening fun. He took it instantly and seemed very happy. I marveled at his wife's shrewdness. We started immediately and once we had left the village far back, we started walking very close. She was leading the way and the swing of her buttocks was igniting a passion in me. I looked around and seeing nobody around, I walked near her, embraced her from behind and she said be careful. I said don't worry, nobody is around. She directed me to some trees and shrubs nearby which would hide us from the road. I made her bend doggie style and raising her saree had my lund in her. I went on pumping and finally spurted all my sperms in her. The ground was wet but she just sat down and looked at me longingly. I sat beside her and we passionately kissed for some time. Since time was short, we were again on our way. We met occasionally a few villagers and some women and they used to greet us and talk to her in marathi. Some of the ladies stared at us and passed some snide comments with her and all of them were laughing and enjoying the jokes at my expense. I just stood there . Then again we were on out way. Sometimes when we felt really hot, we used to kiss and finger each other. It was easy to finger her pussy as she was wearing loose sari and blouse and nothing underneath it. When we reached the top of one peak, I again fucked her and we spent some time caressing each other. Then I helped her to collect some firewood's (which they normally collect to sell in the market for cash). By the time we climbed the second peak and was back it was 6.00 P.M. I helped her collect a lot of woods and also carried some for the fun of it and it was hard work and I was tired. On reaching home, I saw the kids impatiently waiting for their mother. On seeing her they came running out and the next couple of hours she was preparing evening food and also taking care of them. I also spent my time with kids after changing into fresh clothes. Around 6.30 P.M., her husband came and he seemed happy seeing the large pile of woods. He thanked me on knowing that I helped and carried the woods. Then
he sat down for drinking. I immediately filled a glass of country liquor for wife and beckoned her to join. She came picked her full glass and gulped down half of it, so I refilled it and gave her. She had to cook some non-veg which the husband brought so she took her filled glass to the chulha site. I kept an eye on that and whenever she finished her glass, I saw that I had it refilled. The husband was having a good time, drinking to his hearts content and finally as earlier was totally drunk and blabbering. He more or less was asleep after completing two and quarter bottle. She finally finished cooking, fed her kids and finally her husband and then came to sit with me. Since the rain had stopped and the weather was nice, we sat outside watching the surroundings. She was still having her drinks and I had my beer. She asked me what I did and when she learnt I was a student, she wanted to know whether my parents were very rich, I just laughed and said no. She enquired whether life in City was better and would it provide well paid jobs for her husband and family. Could she find some jobs in city. She slowly started with her life, her marriage and her life. She liked me because, I was not snobbish and had treated the whole house as my own. The way I played with her kids and the time I put more food for the kids made her like me. She said, after a long time they were eating three times a day and enjoying life for the past three days.
She enquired whether there was any help I can give, if her family came to Bombay for jobs, since they owned about 5 acres of field and it was not enough to feed the family for even 6 months. I am always a sucker for such stories and I embraced her. I told her that let me start working and I would try to help them. I would always be an uncle for her kids and possibly try to get them do well in life with schooling and better education. I can probably help with some money later. While talking her eyes were also filled up and I made her sit on my lap. We remained embraced for a few hours and then since she could feel my hardness, she bent and took it in her mouth. I was caressing her hair watching the clear sky and the world beyond. After some time, I lifted her face and kissed her and made her sit on my lund. She raised her sari and my lund was in her choot. We sat facing each other and also sharing our drinks. Her blouse was open and I had taken my shirt off. Our body when pressed was erotic since the bare skin was pressing against each other and her boobs were squeezed on my chest. She was also caressing my face and kissing me all around. Finally both of us came together. We stayed like that for a long time. I asked her whether she had sex before. She said they were born poor so when young the local sahukaars (the landlords) used to forcibly have sex with them. She was good looking those days so was always fucked by somebody or the other till she got married. After marriage, she said this was the first time she felt like having sex and she had enjoyed it a lot. Finally we went inside to have some food. Late night again we coupled together and finally both of us went to sleep.

I stayed with them for a few more days, during which I saw their fields. Did all my climbing and yes, couple of days it rained badly too. I had spent all my money there and hardly had enough to reach back but I gave her all I had and after taking their address, I left. There are always the truckers on highway who gives free ride, so I reached Mumbai safely and the past week became a dream in the long run.

I kept in touch with that family by visiting them occasionally (once a year), used to give a lot of present and I was the kids favorite uncle.

Once I had invited the family to Mumbai. My interest in her for sex had waned a long time ago as she was a typical hard working village belle and looked the same. Those young time when I was a hiker, any pussy or choot was always exciting so had fucked her but later with more affairs and girlfriends, she was the past. But she always seemed excited in my presence and just to make her happy used to fuck her.

ANCHAL`s INCEST

My name is Anchal.Let me tell you about me first. I am a 25-year-old female from India. I am 5'6" tall and have a very shapely figure I am not married but am not a virgin either. I have a round ass and firm breasts. I am fair and have a very average size of 36c. The specialty of my tits is that it spills a lot of milk when I get aroused. It is always full. And I love the sight when people watch my shirt when it is drenched with milk. I also love to tease people.

I am not very keen on incest. I was not interested in my father in anyway neither in any of my cousin until lately when my sister (SEEMA) was due to get married. The guy (NITIN) whom Seema was to get married was a very decent person. And I liked him from the very first sight. He was well mannered and very decent.

There is a custom followed in Indian marriages that the bride and the groom don't see each 15 days prior to marriage. This is to add the excitement of the couple during the first night after marriage.
As I donot have any brothers all the work of the marriage was on my shoulders. One fine day I had to go to Nitin's house to get some invitations that had to be distributed. His house is quite far from our place; say it takes a one-hour drive. I left my home at 4:00 and reached his place by around 5:30. When I reached his place he was reading a newspaper. The paper was covering his face and so he could not see that I had come in. Just for the sake of surprising I went behind him and covering his eyes I said " hello my dear love." As my voice and my sisters voice are not much different he thought it is Seema and grabbed me, rolled me over and made me sit on his lap and started fondling my tits.

Without moving his hand away from me he took my full breasts into his hand and started caressing my nipples "What the hell do you think you are up to" I screamed. He was totally pisseed off and he dint know what to do or tell.

"I am so sorry Anchal I dint mean it. I thought it was Seema."

"It is alright Nitin I understand. Now forget what happened and go and get those invitations fast." I replied
"oh yes Anchal I shall get it at once.just wait here."

He ran upstairs to get the invitations. Meanwhile I saw that my breasts as they usually do started leaking and I was really shocked to see that my top was totally soaked with milk. I started to wipe my top like crazy but to add things to my misery due to the pressure on my breasts more milk started oozing out. I was frantically searching for a towel when I sensed some movement in the corner of my eye. I lifted my head and I saw Nitin standing there with a towel in his had. "It is alright Anchal you can use the towel. If u want you can also go upstairs to my room and change."

" That would be really nice. Thanks." I replied

I ran upstairs to change and when I entered his room I felt that Nitin was different from the other guys, his room was neat and clean unlike a bachelors room that I have seen. I started looking into his drawer and was not surprised to find some playboys and other sexy magazines under his shirts. I was rather surprised that he dint have something bolder than that.

 I quickly took a shirt and wore it leaving the stained shirt in his room. Just as I was about t leave his room something caught my eye. It was his computer and it was switched on.

Just out of curiosity I went to check what was there. And I saw a desi story there. It was a story about a lady showing off herself in a train. It really turned me on and without my knowledge again milk started leaking.

"Look what you have done. Now u have spoiled Nitin's shirt too." I said to myself.

After finishing the story I again changed into another shirt and hid Nitin's stained shirt at the bottom of the drawer. Just as I finished changing, Nitin called "What is taking you so long there. Is everything alright?" I dint answer but just stepped down.

" Care for a drink?" Nitin offered. " Yeah sure. I will prefer coke." I replied.

While we were drinking Nitin asked, " why have you not yet married?" " Well have not met the right person till now."

" What is the problem for a girl like you? I mean to say you are pretty good looking well educated and have good assets too. If you know what I mean."

I gave him a mysterious stare and said, " yeah I think I know what you are telling. But you know the person should be committed and good at heart. Say someone like you." As soon as I said that I knew that I had said the wrong thing. "Well I am flattered. But stop joking." he said.

"Nitin just for the sake of curiosity can you tell me if you were asked to make a choice again between me and my sister whom will you choose?"

Well I cannot answer for that question was all he could say.

Then there was a long silence between us, which was broken by him. "Why don't you have dinner with me Anchal. It is already 7:00 and if you can wait for say another half an hour I might get some dinner for both of us."

" No thanks Nitin my parents and my sister might be waiting I better get going before it is too late. You know driving too late is bad for girls. And that too I have to make an hours drive. So I better get going."
Saying that I thanked him for his shirt and left his house. On the way home I was thinking about the conversation we had and was feeling happy and some amount of guilty too That I talked all this to my sisters husband.

Three days passed since this incident took place. I was at my home waiting on the dining table for my sister to come for dinner. There was a phone call and dad looked tense. He kept the phone and looked towards me.

"Can you do a small favor for me Anchal" he asked.

"Sure dad. No probs."

" I will want you to go over to Nitin's home now to get some things for tomorrows ceremony. As you know it is already 9:00 in the night and neither your mom nor me can go there right now. And I cannot send Seema there. So I feel it would be better if you could go there and collect it."

I was shocked to hear this. The last thing I wanted to do was to go to Nitin's house. Because I had not forgotten the incident that took place before three days.

"Please dad, I cannot go so late in the night. And more over his house is so far it will at least take an hour for me to drive there and to get those things and come back it will be past midnight. Please understand. I cannot go." I snapped.

Just then seema entered the room.

"Ok Anchal if you cannot go and come back then you can stay there over night. And leave his home at 5:00 in the morning to attend the ceremony at 6:30 tomorrow morning."

Now this was the worst part. My sister was forcing me to stay with her fiancée in his home alone and that too with whom I had a bad encounter three days back.

"I am sorry Seema I " before I could speak anything seema handed me a bag and pulled me and made me sit in the car. Now I was totally helpless.

"Ok seema I shall go. Just call Nitin and tell him hat I am coming so that he shall make arrangements for me to stay there overnight."

I just started the car and drove all the way o his home. I had asked Seema to call him up because I just wanted to be sure that the mistake that occurred last time should not be repeated. I was relieved and also glad to see Nitin waiting for me at the door. He came towards my car and said, " You can park your car in my garage as my car is given for service. Just park the car lock it and come on in.." I did as he asked me to and went into his house.

As soon as I got in Nitin said " As you did the other day you can use my clothes if you want to. Just feel at home"

"ok. I will. Thanks. Shall I use your room for changing." I asked.

"Sure Anchal I said feel at home. You don't have to ask everything" he gave me a stare and off I went upstairs t change.

Like I did in the earlier visit I looked at some of the books and was glad to see some more hard-core books there. They were al really good fucking pictures and beautiful girls licking dicks and getting fucked. I was really turned on by the pictured and the computer also had another desi story but this time it was an incest story I for the first time enjoyed reading an incest story. I felt turned on, and like always I spilled some milk too. But this time I took care that I had worn nothing on when I spilt the milk. Once I had properly taken out all the milk I squeezed it all from my breasts and then I wore my nighty and went downstairs. I went silently just to take a look at what was Nitin doing. When I saw him he was watching a romantic movie on the TV and trust me it was not just romantic. It had a really hot scene going on. As soon as he saw me he switched channels. "Hi Anchal so you are wearing a pink nighty. I think you knew that pink is my favorite color. Did you?"

" Of course not. If I knew that then I would have brought another colored nighty,..Nitin."

We both smiled at each other. "Wanna have something to fill your stomach." He asked.

" No thanx. I just finished dinner before I left my home. So what were you watching?"

"Nothing was just a movie on cable. It is a romantic movie and I don't think you will wanna see it with me."

"Why not.?"

"Because I think you might feel embarrassed."

" What do u think I have never seen things before,.. Come on Nitin I am not a nun I know what is the movie all about
.
Come on know I can't watch it in my house coz u know it is kind of old fashioned"

" Yeah I know that Seema also tells me everything about that. are you sure you wanna watch it. If you want to watch it alone I can go to another room"

"Please Nitin now you are making me look so bad. All I asked you is CAN I WATCH THE MOVIE"

He changed the channel and switched on the movie and I could see a steaming scene. A couple were undressing each other. I saw Nitin but he was totally into the movie and it was so hot that I too was not interested in looking at him now.

Surprisingly Nitin moved near me and asked me "How's the movie" "hmmm it is nice" was my reply
"You got a problem Anchal? I think you are leaking. Do you leak every time u get aroused"
I had totally forgot about and when I saw I could see that my nighty was drenched.
" You want me to wipe it out for you" Nitin asked.

Before I could tell anything. He put his hand on my breasts.

I felt by breath quickening and my heart beating faster. My breasts started to leak more sending out a stream of milk now onto Nitin's hand. "Mmmmm your milk is hot Anchal"

"Please," I cried
.
Lifting his head up, he asked, "Please what?"

"Please, do something. I'm begging you!" I screamed
.
He lifted my nighty and put his hand into my panties. He removed my panty in one full stroke.
I felt his breath blow warm against my open lips. He placed his lips on mine and gave me a tender kiss.
Using his two pointer fingers, he started playing with my crotch hair I could feel the excitement as he traced the outside edges of my cunt. Carefully, he moved his fingers up and down, never touching my inner lips or the clit that was hardening. My hips moved to push my pussy closer to those two fingers. But he wouldn't let me have my way. All of his fingers pulled my lips out away from my opening.
"You have the most beautiful pussy I have ever felt. Can I look at it?" He growled and I heard the passion building in his voice.

"Sure. It is all yours." I replied.

He pulled my nighty over my head and plunged down in-between my legs.

Holding the lips open with two fingers, he traced my inner channel, from the top just above my clit, to the hard shaft and down to the slick entrance with the fingers of his other hand, past my opening and to my ass. Up and down, slowly, never lingering at any one spot, just moving slowly up and down. Waves of desire went through me at the thought of him looking at my pussy as he did this.

"Please! Please put your fingers inside me!" I screamed. I know I screamed because I felt this desire so strongly and he wasn't listening to me.

"Be patient my love. It is just as hard for me as it is for you. But I want to enjoy you for as long as I can. Be patient."

But this time when he moved his fingers up towards my clit, he lingered there. Taking it between two fingers, he rolled and massaged the hard button, slowly squeezed it. My hips were moving up and down faster. My legs were straining at the bonds. It was as if he knew the moment was close because he moved his fingers down and slowly teased my opening. He inserted two fingers just inside and pulled them out so that he could tease me. I knew he could see me opening and closing around his finger.

"Stop! I can't take any more! Please!" I moaned.

He took three fingers and slowly, so slowly, inserted them into my pussy. He didn't pull them out but merely left them inside without moving them. My inner muscles grabbed his fingers tight but he wouldn't move them. Then, his wrist turned as the fingers pushed to the inside area under my pubic bone. While his fingers moved to find my g-spot, his thumb touched my clit. My body stiffened with the pleasure of waves rolling over me. His fingers moved along the ridge of my spot as his thumb pushed my clit down hard. He didn't move his thumb as his fingers slowly moved out of my pussy, only to push back in and massage that g-spot. He was fucking me perfectly with his fingers while his thumb never let up on the hard shaft he held down so firmly. I was trying to hard to make my pussy meet his fingers but he placed his upper arm and elbow down on my stomach to keep me from moving.

"I want you to just lay back and let yourself come on my fingers," he said. His fingers pushed harder in and out, all the time searching for my g-spot.

I swear he knew the moment when I would come. He kept his fingers inside of me, pushed against the hard ridge under my pubic bone and almost lifted me; he was massaging it so hard! And his thumb started to move in gently circles on my clit! My body stiffened as my pussy grabbed his fingers. My nipples got so hard and my clit felt so incredible. I couldn't get those fingers deep enough inside me.

"Oh my, I'm coming!!!.. I am coooooooooommmmmmmmmmiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnggggggg"

I must have felt two raging orgasms, the second better than the first. Knowing it was too intense for me, he stopped moving his fingers, let my pussy slowly relax against them. As my inner muscles relaxed, he gently scratched my g-spot, giving me another, softer orgasm. My head fell to my side as I closed my eyes. Never had I felt this way. Never.

As his fingers slowly moved out of me, he dragged them up and out towards my clit with a gentle touch. He moved up on my body and leaned down, looking at me. I turned my head to face him and he put his fingers in my mouth, letting me taste my come. In my mind, it felt like his cock. I kissed and licked those fingers for what seemed like hours. I felt his excitement build as his mouth moved to my left nipple to gently nip and suck it while my tongue was caressing and licking his fingers. I felt his cock as he used his other hand to work his hard shaft up and down my slickened outer lips. I had never felt such a hard cock in my life as he pushed deep inside me, so deep it took my breath away.

Moving his mouth to my lips, he plunged his tongue deep. Starting to fuck me with his cock, he pushed his tongue in and out of my mouth the exact same way his cock was pushing into my pussy! Raising his body a little, I felt his fingers brush my clit while he stroked his cock deeply in and out of my tightening pussy.

"I want you to come with me," he moaned.

"Oh, yes," I cried. "Yes!"

His finger moved harder against my clit as his cock rocked faster into me. His balls tightened against my ass as his cock stiffened and stopped for a mere second. His fingers never stopped rubbing my clit.
"Come for me right now!" he cried.

I came. Oh, God how I came. And he came too. At the exact same time, his come was a hot splash inside me, mixing with my come. I felt drained but wanted so badly to hold him against me. This stranger.
After a few moments, he pulled his cock out of my pussy and rolled to his side, leaning against me. I heard him sigh with pleasure. He moved his hand to cover my breast and squeezed it so gently just to assure whether any milk was left. He moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, "That was the most incredible lovemaking in my life. I love you!"

We slept in each other's arms and it was my best love session ever.

That was the end of the day after I had cum he just left me there. The next day before he was awake I left his home and returned to Seema. But I dint dare to tell her what happened between her husband and me.

KACHHI UMAR

Sheetal mere pados main rahate hai.jab woh apne family ke sath yaha
rahne aye tab mai 18 sal ka tha aur enggineering ke first year mein
padhta tha.sheetal mujh se 6 sal badhi thi aur woh M.S.C final year
mein thi.woh 24 sal ki thi.
thodi hi dino mein uski family hamare sath ghul mil gayi thi.sheetal
bhi hamare ghar roj aya karte thi.mere cousin brother aur sister
chutti ke dino mein hamare ghar aye the aur mai ,cousins aur sheetal
roj carom aur patte khelte the.ek din mere ghar wale shadi ke liye 2
din gaon chale gaye.
mai aur mera cousin dono hi ghar pe the.sheetal ne ma se kaha tha ki
woh hamara khyal rakhengi aur khana bhi bana dengi. woh rat mein mere
ghar aye aur boli ki ajj mai rat mein yaha pe hi rukna chahati hun.ham
bohot sari batein karenge aur tum muje compter ke bare mein thoda
knowledge dena.maine khush ho ki kaha "ha sheetal ajj hum bohot sari
batein karengi aur masti karenge" phir usne kaha ki "abhi plz muje
khana banane mein thodi se help kar do".mai rasoi mein use help karne
laga.woh nighty mein bohot hi sexy lag rahi thi.uski figur 34-26-34
thi.uske lambe bal khule chode hue the .jab woh ata bun ne lagi to
sheetal ke bal uske chehare pe a gaye.usne muj se kaha "abhi plz mere
balon ko sawar do".maine chance dekh kar bal thik karte time uske body
ko touch kar liya,usne mere taraf dekhte hue has dia aur boli"tum
tumhare bibi ko khush rahonge kyun ki tum bohot achhi tarah help karte
ho rasoi mein".maine kaha "sheetal agar muje tumhare jaise bibi mili
to mai roj pura khana paka dunga".usne mere taraf ghur ke dekha uske
akhoon mein alag ki nazakat thi.usne muje pooncha ki "kuyn muj mai
aise kya khas bat hai?"
maine kaha tum bohot sexy aur beautiful ladki ho".woh gusse mein muje
boli ki chalo batein bas ho gayi abb khana khane chalo.mai tab chup
rah gaya.
bad mein khana hone ke bad mai mera cousin or sheetal batein karte
baithe the.maine college zagde ke bare mein unhe bataya aur maine ek
ladke ko kaise pita yeh bataya.mere cousin ne muje kaha ki bhaiya app
mein kitne takad hai app dikao"kya app muje ek hat se utha sakte
hai?"."maine kaha kyun nahi abhi dikhata hun"maine usko ek hi hatth
mein utha ke dikhya.tab sheetal has ke boli ke "abhi woh to chota
bachha hai,agar tum muje utha sakte dono hato se to main sach manugi
"mai age badha aur usko samne ne utha liya uske mu se awaj
nikle"ohh..abhi mai gir jaunge"mera chehara uske boobs mein daba tha
ajj pahale bar muje kisi ladki ke sharir ko itne close jane ka mauka
mila tha.maine usko aur kas ke pakad liya aur uske soft aur juicy
boobs ke maja liya.ekdam se hamara balance chala gaya aur hum sofe pe
ja ke gir gaye .mai sheetal ke upar gira tha ,mera pura wt uske upar
tha ,uske gown ke button mere shirt mein ulaz gaye the .ek min ham
waise hi pade rahe.sheetal bhi bohot exicted ho gayi thi aur uski
chati zor se dhadak rahi thi uske garam sase mai mahasos kar sakta
tha.maine apna ek hatth uski tights per rakh diya tha .mera lund khada
rah gaya aur sheetal ki bhi uska ahasas ho gaya tha.jab usko mere
cousi ka khayal aya to woh boli"abhi mai mar jaungi plz jaldi utho"aur
woh gown ke button chudane ki koshih karne lagi,us me 3 botton khul
gaye aur maine uske 34 d boobs dekhe.mai apne hosh kho gaya .bad mai
hum waha se uthe.mera cousin sone ke liye chala gaya.
abb mai aur sheetal mere room mein computer chalu kar ke baith
gaye.kuch der hum dono chup the. woh mere taraf alag hi nazar se dekh
rahi thi aur mai usee akhein nahi mila pa raha tha.sheetal mere pass
sarak  ke baithe aur boli"abhi kya kisi ladki ko chahate ho?"maine
kaha "nahi"usne uske hath mere tights pe rakhte hue pooncha"muje bhi
nahi abhi....?"
maine kaha "ha sheetal mai tumhe bohot pasand karta hun,par tum muj se
badi hun isliye ham shadi nahi kar sakte"usne muje apne bahoon mein
bhar liya aur uske lal aur garam oath mere oathoon pe rakh diye.usne
kaha "are pagal hum shadi nahi kar sakte par woh sab kar sakte hai jo
ek pati patni shadi ke badd karte hain"maine pooncha "sheetal kya yeh
achhi batt hai?"
usne muje kaha"isme koi buri batt nahi hai "mai thoda sa sharma raha
tha.woh boli"ohh shy boy muje tumhara sharmana bohot achha lagta hai
par kya sari ratt aise hi gujarne hai ya kuch karna hai?"
mere himmat badh gayi maine darwaja band kiya aur sheetal ko apne
bahoon mein bhar liya.maine uske sare charir ko kis karna shuru kar
diya.mai uski dono breast bahar se masal raha tha sheetal ke mu se
nikla"ohh abhi plz dhire karo na "maine uske gown ke button khol diye
aur abb woh mere samne sirf bra aur panty mein khadi thi.usne black
color ki transparent bra pahane thi.maine uska hook khol diya.usne
mere shirt aur pant bhi apne hatton se utra diyemaine use bed par leta
diya aur uske boobs ko zor se dabane laga .maine uska red nipple othon
main pakad liya aur chusne laga.maine uske nipples ko daton se halka
sa kat diya.ek siskare uske mun se nikle"ahhhhhhhhh...abhi my baby
bohot hi maja aa raha hai kya sab kha jaunge?"phir woh mere upar aa
gayi aur mere chest par kis karne lagi,woh uske hath mere curly hairs
mein phira rahi thi.mai mere hath uske back side par aur uske sexy
hips per phira raha tha.phir woh mere kan me boli"abhi abb mai pure
tarah tum mein sama jana chahate hun" aur mai uske upar chad gaya
.maine uske yoni ke oathon khol diye aur mere land usme enter kar
diya.usne muje apne bahoon mein kass se pakad liya.mai apne hips zor
se hila raha tha aur woh bhi apne hila ke muje pura satth de rahi
thi.uske mu se sexy awaj a rahe the"ueee ma ..aaa...mai mar gaye.abhi
kitne zor se hila rahe ho thoda pyar se karo"maine apne speed kam kar
de.abb sheetal ko jada maja aa raha tha aur woh boli "abhi thoda zor
se karo abb muje bohot maza aa raha hai"aur zor se.mere lund ko uske
yoni ke diwaroon ka ahesas ho raha tha.
uske yoni bohot hi fit thi aur mai mera lund zor se age  piche kar
raha tha ,lund uske bajah se ragda ja raha tha aur muje bohot maja aa
rahi thi.
ssss................................. ahh.............
umnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn usne mere mu uske breast me daba liya aur mere ball
kas ke pakad liye.hum abb caharm sima par the aur ekdam se mera sara
load maine uski choot main khali kar diya tha.
hum kuch der ek dusare ki bahoon pe pade rahe.maine puri tarah apne
app ko chote bachhe ki tarah  sheetal ke hawale kar diya tha.woh bhi
muje chum rahi thi aur sahala rahi thi.maine ussee kaha "sheetal tum
ne muje ajj tak ka sab se bada sukh diya hai,i love you sheetal" woh
apne hath ki ungaliya mere balon me phirate te hue boli"abhi mai tumhe
hamashe se pasand karte hoon aur pyar karte hun,tum jab chaho muje
mang lena mai de dungi "us rat hum aise hi ek dusare ki bahoon ek
dusare ko pyar karte hue pade rahe.............

PLEASE FUCK ME

I sit on the bed, nervous as she undresses. I glance over at her in time to see her beautiful rose colored nipples, the candlelight glowing off of her skin. She looks at me and smiles. Slowly she walks toward me and sits down on the bed next to me. She reaches for my hand but I pull away. She leans closer and presses her velvety, soft lips to mine, gently kissing me.As we both become more and more aroused, my hands venture over to her full firm womanly breasts, pinching her hardened nipples and kneading the soft flesh. She moans and slowly puts my hand down beside me. She stands up and pulls my shirt over my head, I put my arms up to help her through the process. She slowly unbuttons my jeans and gently pulls them down over my hips, the rough fabric grazing my silky skin. I pull my arms up to cover my breast as blood rushes to my face, my brain just now becoming aware of my vulnerability. She smiles and slowly pushes my arms back down by my sides. I watch her as she slowly slides her hand down her ivory skin, gliding down her flat stomach, past her pelvic bone and she gently teases her shaved pussy lips. She parts her them and very, very slowly slides her fingers inside her already dripping cunt. Gently, she offers her fingers to me, allowing me to taste her warm juice and I eagerly lick them, loving the sweet tangy flavor of her. My wet, hot, coarse tongue slides in between her fingers and my tongue slowly licks a trail up and down them. Soft moans slip past her lips, her eyes closed. She slowly pulls her hand away and her wet fingers slide down my collar bone, her nails softly grazing my skin, down my chest to my aching nipples. She pinches them hard and I wince a little but love the feelings she is sending through my body. I feel the wetness between my legs grow. She lays one hand flat against my skin and glides it down my body,
Painstakingly, she works her way down to my hot, dripping wet pussy. I lean back with a moan as her head goes between my milky white thighs. The first flick of her tongue over my swollen clit sends waves of ecstasy over every inch of my skin. Her tongue continues feasting on my flesh, flicking back and forth, as I feel her fingers at my entrance. A loud moan escapes my lips as I feel her first two fingers slip inside my wet passage. "I want to watch you play with your nipples while I tongue fuck your tight little cunt," she says as she continues to finger fuck me, adding another finger. Her tongue licks its way down my pussy, slow long licks as she finds her way to my wet entrance, as it replaces her fingers. She stops and seductively looks into my eyes."Do you want to taste me?," she says as she licks her lips. I blush and moan, nodding nervously.She smiles again, her bright white teeth gleaming and her rose red lips turning up slightly at the corners. We switch positions, I softly kiss her moist lips, tasting my myself on her. My hot coarse tongue swirling with hers, my tongue lightly tracing the line of her lips, her soft pants and moans floating across my skin. I kiss my way down her throat, my tongue leaving shiny wet trails across her skin. Growing bolder and more confident in my actions, I encircle my tongue around her hard, rosy pink nipple and lightly flick it against her skin. Back and forth......back and forth. Her moans fill my ears and set my body afire. My fingers slowly move down to in between her spread legs and lightly touch her pussy lips. Just barely touching her, I run my fingers up and down and gently over her clit. I shove three fingers into her already dripping wet passage, my fingers curving up to hit her G-spot. She screams in pleasure and jerks on the bed, moving her hips.
My tongue moves over her clit as I pump her cunt with my fingers. I bite down hard on it and she screams again."So.........close," she says in between loud moans.She moves out from under my tongue and removes my fingers from her. She sits up on the bed and pulls me beside her. She softly caresses my face, staring into my eyes. My emotions run rampant as I stare into her lovely blue depths. My chest flutters slightly and she smiles that dazzling smile, pulling me close to her. She gently kisses my lips, her kiss just a whisper. "Close your eyes," she says as she breaks the kiss and scoots off the bed. I close my eyes as I hear rummaging for something."Okay, open your eyes."She stands before me, her lovely breasts jutting out, a strap on strapped around her waist. The 8 inch cock standing out, the veins thick and looking very prominent. My pussy convulses just from thinking about what she is about to do to me. I start to writhe on the bed and she smiles. She turns on the vibrating cock and pushes me back. She moans as it vibrates on her clit and she positions herself between my legs as I lay back, my legs spread wide for her. She gently taps her cock on my clit and I moan in pleasure as each tap send vibrations through my cunt. Very, very slowly she rubs it up and down my slippery pussy. The vibrations moving from the edge of my ass to my aching clit. "Please," I beg. "Please fuck me...slam into me...I need you....please."She smiles as I look into her eyes, desperation clouding my eyes. She gives me just the head, it vibrates right against my G-spot and my pussy convulses around her, waves of pleasure going through me. I moan and lick my lips, reaching my arms around her, trying to pull her closer. She slowly inserts one more inch, then another till the whole big hard thing is encased inside me. vibrating my cervix and everything starts to go blurry as pleasure overtakes my senses. She starts slow and gently works it in and out of me as I claw at her back so hard almost drawing blood. I moan and scream as she stares into my eyes, her normally icy blue eyes a dark sea blue filled with lust and glazed over with pleasure. She moans against my lips as the vibrator moves against her clit as she starts to go faster and faster. Moving in and out of me, her moans and mine, mix together. The soft candlelight glinting off her eyes, we kiss as we both journey to the heights of ecstasy. Both of us screaming and moaning as exquisite pleasure fills both our bodies. She pumps into me faster and faster as I feel my orgasm starting, I scream as she does too. Our bodies together as the room's energies change and become charged with electricity. Moaning wildly we both cum in each others arms, her arms pulling me close, my pussy convulsing around the cock inside me. Sweat pouring from both of us and mingling together on our skin, thrashing on the bed.Slowly, the air changes back to normal and we rest in each others arms, wonderfully spent.

KAMALA`S FAMILY

My father was a mild mannered man who worked in a mill. He had one addiction, he drank heavily and many a night he would pass out and had to be helped to bed. He was good to my mother and I could see that she respected and loved him. But I sensed there was also sadness in her and at that time I could not understand why.
I helped mother out at every opportunity. I had a crush on her and this way it kept me close to her. mother always looked up to me for help. I was constantly chatting her up, I could see that she appreciated this as it helped to break the boredom of her day. Dad would go to work in the morning and the next time we saw him was late at night when he would come home tired after which he would proceed to drink heavily.
It seemed to me that the spark had gone out of their marriage. Most of the time he seemed either preoccupied in making ends meet or drinking, this I believe led to his neglecting mother. Don't get me wrong, dad stilled loved mother. They still laughed, joked and kidded each other but the romance that characterized the earlier part of the marriage was rare.
I worked part time driving a taxi in order to make extra money to supplement our family income; this left me very little time to socialize. There were good days and bad days.
After the rest of the family had gone to bed had gone to bed, mother and I would sit by the kitchen table and talk. I knew mother appreciated this gesture. As years went by we grew very close. She would constantly hug me and remind me that I was the beacon of light in her life. I was very mature for my age, knowledgeable beyond my years.
When I was sixteen I began to notice Amma in a different light. I was growing aware sexually and with that bought the realization that mother was very sexy. She had long dark hair, hair that reached to her hips. And even having birthed three children she had a killer figure- 36-24-36. Her eyes were very dark and twinkled in good humor. How close were we? Well we talked about every thing even personal secrets. I talked of the movie stars I liked and disliked and she talked of her past before she married father. She talked wistfully of those carefree days of her youth of things that could have been. She never regretted her marriage as it produced some of the important things in her life- her husband and her children.
With my awareness of mother as a desirable woman, I began to seek out her hugs and kisses. I began to pay her compliments on her looks at which she would blush. I began to bring sweets and flowers for her every day when I come home from working at the grocery store.
I began a routine where every Sunday evening I would take her to the movies and hotel. At the movies I would innocently lean against her or hold her hands. Pretty soon I started putting my arm around her shoulders at which she would lean back and rest her head against my shoulders. I knew that she looked forward to our weekends together because she would try to pick a movie well in advance.
After the movies we would go and sit in a park near the theater. From here one could look at the whole town. We would talk laugh and josh one another.
"Sundar", she said one day, "I think we should start looking for a girl for you. You are going to be 17 soon".
"Amma" I said blindly without thinking much of the consequences. "I do not want to get married. I want to be with you always".
She pulled her head back in surprise looked at me and then looked away silent.
"Amma, did I say something to alarm you".
"I think we should leave," she said after a long interval of silence. Mentally I cursed my self for saying what I had said, but knew that now the cat was out of the bag there was no turning back. I decided to go for broke.
"Amma," I said, "I am sorry if I offended you, but you know I have a good head on my shoulders and wise beyond my years. But don't hate me for saying that I am in love with you and I will do anything to make you happy".
The silence continued for some time and then she looked at me sadly. "Sundar, it's not your fault but mine. I should not have let it continue but I guess I was lonely"
"Amma," I said "I wish it hadn't happened, but since it has I am glad to be in love with you".
"My darling boy, you are my son," she retorted, "these things don't happen between a mother and son and besides I am a married woman".
"Amma," I replied in desperation, "what is done is done. I can't take my love back, but will you give at least some serious consideration to what I just said". She was silent for a long time. She was crying. My heart went out to her. I pulled her to my chest and held her.
"Sundar" she whispered. "I think we should be heading home"
Things cooled down very much after that. Even though I pleaded with her, she would not let me take her out on Sundays, telling me instead that I should go with someone of my very own age. I could see that it was killing her as much as it was killing me. As days passed she seemed sad and withdrawn. This went on for a month. Father noticed the change and asked her why she didn't go out to the movies with me any more. Amma shook her head and asked father why he didn't take her out.
"You know Kamala I work every day of the week and Sunday is my only day off. On that day I prefer to stay and relax at home," he replied. He was drunk as usual. After which a big verbal fight ensued which ended with Amma exiting to the bedroom and slamming the door shut.
That tuesday when my father, my brother and sister were out of the house I asked her out again. To my surprise she quietly nodded her head in assent. I went and hugged and she put her head on my shoulders. I hugged her tightly indicating to her that with her assent the tone of our relationship had changed. I silently but very gently caressed her back running my hands over her shoulders and over her behind. She continued to rest her head over my shoulders. I pulled back and looking deep into her eyes said in a quiet voice. "Amma I love you and I can't change that". I bent down kissed her cheeks, her neck, and then boldly placed my mouth against her lips. She did not draw back from my embrace. I was elated that at last it seemed she was responding back.
My flowers were now accepted with a warm kiss on the cheek. When we were alone the hugs were back but my hands now openly and gently caressed her. In the days that followed before the Sunday date, I saw Amma suddenly change back to her old self. My sister also remarked at her change to which she replied that she was going to see a movie with me. My sister smiled at me saying that she had thought that I had finally cut the apron strings. I mumbled saying something about Amma needing a break.
That Sunday evening Amma looked stunning in a tight dress. Her breasts and butt cheeks molded beautifully into her dress. I was overcome looking at her beauty. She looked very young. I was, I noticed, the recipient of many an envious stares. The movie was a sentimental romance. As usual I put my arm around my Amma while she leaned her head against my shoulders. After the movie as usual we went to the park. It was a cool night.
Amma looked into my eyes and said, "Sundar, thank you for your patience and thank you for the wonderful evening".
I looked at Amma and said, "Amma you look sexy tonight".
Amma blushed and laughed at the same time, "Oh Sundar if you weren't my son I would think you are trying to seduce your own mother".
I looked at her and said, "Amma, I am".
Amma pulled her head back and replied, "Sundar for heavens sake I am your mother and besides I am married to your father".
"Amma do you really care for him? I see he has been neglecting you and that you are deeply unhappy. Give me a chance, I can make you happy!"
She replied quietly after a long pause, "Sundar may be we should head home before one of us does something that we may deeply regret the rest of our lives".
I groaned. "Amma I am sorry but you are so beautiful you make me say and do things I have no control over. Many a times I have wished you were not my Amma maybe it would have been easier romancing you".
I could see that Amma was pleased at the compliment I had paid her. I'm sure father did not do that.
Amma caressed my cheek, "You poor baby, and by the way I am glad your are my son. Do you really think I am beautiful?"
I smiled and replied by drawing her to my breast, "Yes Amma you are beautiful and sexy." Suddenly I bent down and kissed her.
Amma did not draw back but remained passive and stiff in my arms. I continued to kiss her with more and more passion. Suddenly she responded back with equal pressure against my lips. At last I could see a crack in her armor. I pressed my advantage and we continued necking. I was all over her face I kissed her cheeks her eyes her nose and back to her lips. I gently probed her mouth with my tongue and she opened her lips. We necked for a while. Suddenly my mother said, "Sundar Its getting late I think we should head home".
As we drove home Amma leaned her head back on my shoulder. I could see a faint smile in the corner of her mouth. Halfway back home I pulled into a side street, to my Amma's surprise. I pulled the car to a stop, pulled her towards me, and started to kiss her.
I gently put my hand on her breast she stiffened pulled away from my lips and whispered, "Sundar, I don't think we should do this". But I cut off any further protest by forcing her lips back into mine. I continued caressing her breasts. They were firm and felt wonderful in my in my hands. I knew Amma was getting excited because she began to moan as kiss back with greater intensity.
Suddenly she pulled back and said, "Sundar we should go home".
"Okay Amma".
When we reached home the house was quiet. Every one had gone to bed. I knew father would be fast asleep drunk. When we entered the house I began kissing Amma again in the living room down stairs. At first she protested saying that someone could come down stairs.
I replied quietly but firmly, "Amma I love you as I have never loved anyone before. I just want to kiss you all the time. I can't help it. Besides everyone is fast asleep".
"That's sweet Sundar, I love you to! But I am a married woman and whatever shortcomings your father has I am still wearing the mangal sutra he tied around my neck!"
"Amma", I whispered, "All we are doing is kissing and fondling. I don't see any harm in that?"
"But Sundar, somebody could wake up and come downstairs". Suddenly I had an idea. "Amma, how about going to my room. We can lock the door. father I'm sure is drunk and won't miss you".
Amma was silent for a few seconds. I was surprised when she nodded her head in agreement.
Amma replied, "Go to room and wait for me I'll go and check on your father".
In my room I paced back and forth excitedly. Suddenly my bedroom door clicked open and Amma walked in. She pulled the door shut and locked it. She hastily came up to me and said, "fathers asleep drunk as usual". I taught I heard a note of disgust in her voice.
"Kanna, I don't think we should do this as it could get out of hand", she whispered. "I am scared".
"I know" I replied "But Amma, trust me. We will keep this very secret. Nobody will know.
"Oh Sundar" Amma said timidly and kissed me on the cheek. I sank with her on my bed and began kissing her. The kisses grew more and more heated and I could feel Amma's excitement through her cotton sari. My hands were now rowing all over her body caressing her breasts one second and rubbing her ass the next.
I reached behind to undo the buttons on the front of her blouse. Amma went rigid in my arms for a few seconds but then she relaxed. I swiftly undid the buttons and removed her blouse as quickly as possible afraid she would change her mind any time. All the while I continued kissing her. I reached back and unsnapped her bra.
Again Amma weakly protested and whispered, "Sundar think of your father". I knew we were far too gone to think of anybody else. I cut her off with another open-mouthed kiss. All of a sudden her bare breasts were pressed against mine. I blindly reached out and began to fondle them. They felt soft and sexy. I bent down and took a nipple in my mouth and began to lick and suck. Amma moaned in passion. Her nipples were long and thick. Her nipples were soon erect in excitement.
"Amma I love you, I can't help it. I know I should feel guilty of making love to my own mother but I don't care" I declared.
I continued kissing all the way to her navel savoring the slightly salty taste of her body. Amma gave an audible squeak of pleasure. I reached her belly button with my tongue and began to kiss and lick it as Amma pushed her self up to me in pleasure.  I began to stroke her legs up and down, all the while kissing her belly button. Her legs were firm to touch. Slowly my hand inched further and further under her sari and petticoat. Her thighs felt firm and soft.
Amma stiffened as my hand reached the crotch of her petticoat. I reached up and sought her lips and gently forced them open with my tongue. Amma moaned into my mouth. She relaxed and opened her thighs in response. I shook my head in disbelief. Amma, the woman of my dreams, the same woman who had borne my brother and sister, the woman who had birthed me was letting me make love to her. I caressed her through her petticoat. I felt her cleft and began to rub it. Amma moaned in pleasure. I could feel to moistness seep through her petticoat.
I pulled my hands out from under her petticoat, quickly puller her sari off. I stood up, removed my clothes as quickly as I could. My cock was hard as an iron bar. I slid down Amma's body until my mouth was pressed against the crotch of her petticoat. Only the petticoat separated her bush from my mouth. I inhaled deeply breathing in the intoxicating aroma of her juices mixed with the faint smell of stale urine.
I began to lick the crotch of her petticoat as Amma wiggled in excitement. I began to savor her juices that seeped through her petticoat.
I reached and hooked my fingers under the waistband of her petticoat and began to tug them down. Suddenly Amma jerked up.
"Oh, Kanna, no, we shouldn't" she said. "You are my son and I shouldn't be doing this."
"Amma I love you. You are the most beautiful woman in the world. I know it's unusual for a mother and son to be sexually involved. I believe that if you love some one its only natural to make love."
"But Sundar what if someone finds out."
"Amma, we can be careful and no one needs to know our business."
"But Sundar" I kissed her before she could complete her sentence.
I kissed her hair her eyes and once again lowered my mouth to her full sexy lips. Suddenly Amma went limp in my arms. She began to kiss back with more passionate intensity. Our tongues dueled with each other.
I reached down and tugged her petticoat. This time she did not resist. I pulled them off and threw them down on the floor. She instinctively reached down and covered her womanhood from my prying eyes. I gently but firmly pulled her hand away. I stared at the thick rich dark pubic hair like some one in a trance.
Amma reached up and pulled me down and began to kiss me as I began to gently caress and finger her mons. I nibbled at her teats at the same time inserted my middle finger into her womanhood. Never in my dreams did I ever think that one day Amma would let me pull her petticoat down and caress her femininity.
She was very wet. I moved my mouth down her body to the inside of her thighs and then proceeded to kiss and lick it. I then moved my mouth up to her pubic hair and proceeded to nibble it. All the while Kamala, my Amma moaned in pleasure. I licked the thick pubic hair and then proceeded to pull her vagina open. I breathed in the rich feminine odor of my excited mother. I stared at the inner wall and noticed the small pink hole through which she peed. I licked it. I licked the surrounding walls savoring the rich flavor of her very wet hole. I ran my tongue over her clitoris and Amma yelped in pleasure.
I placed a finger in her vagina and proceeded to run it in and out while eating her. Her breathing grew ragged. I continued to stimulate her clitoris for a long time. Amma grew very wet. My fingers were drenched with her juices. Suddenly Amma stiffened and moaned at the same time. Her body then shuddered continuously as I rapidly licked her clitoris. I knew she had just climaxed. She quickly pulled me up on top of her.
"Oh Sundar, That was good". She whispered shyly. "I have never had an orgasm this good.
"Amma you are sexy and beautiful. This has been my ultimate fantasy to make love to you."
"You really think I'm beautiful."
"Amma, yes. More than all the movie actresses"
Amma reached up and pulled me down lightly kissed my lips and then forced my mouth open with her tongue. At the same time she reached down and grabbed my penis and began to rub it up and down her very wet slit. She grew more and ore excited.
"Amma" I whispered. "I love you". She spread her legs wide as if in silent assent and bought the tip of my cock and placed it against her vaginal orifice. I looked deep into her eyes as she began to push me into her. I was big and thick for my age. Her vagina slowly opened like a petal. Amma suddenly pushed upward and my cock slid into her vagina to the hilt. Amma was surprisingly very tight for someone who had three children. I could feel her muscles clutching me like a vice.
I pulled out and then slid back in one fluid motion. I then proceeded to fuck Amma with a fury that I had never experienced before. Her body shook in rhythm to the fuck strokes. My penis was soon saturated with her lubricating juices. We moved as if we were made to fuck each other. Every down stroke was met with an upstroke. I could feel the tip of my cock hit the mouth of her womb with each plunge. She began to breathe heavier and heavier.
After rutting like animals for about fifteen minutes she suddenly went rigid and clutched my ass. I could feel began rapid contractions about my cock at the same time I began to ejaculate against her womb. I must have spilt a load in her as I felt the semen running back out of her vagina.
We stayed coupled for some time savoring the aftermath of our mutual orgasm, and kissing each other. I started to get excited and felt my self-hardening in her. I gently started to see saw back and forth in her vagina. This time the fuck was slow and gentle, it lasted a longer time. Amma and I came at the same time.
"Sundar" she said after the last romantic fuck. "You are huge, I never had it this good with your father. I can't remember when I had my last orgasm." I beamed with pride. My first with Amma had been better than anything father had been able to deliver in all the years they had been married.
"Oh Amma, that's only because I love you so much"
"Oh sweetheart this was the best orgasm so far" she remarked.
"Sundar, honey" Amma whispered. "I should be going back to your fathers bed. We don't want to arouse any suspicion now, would we."
We kissed for some time whispering sweet nothings to each other. She then got up cleaned her self.
"Amma can I keep your petticoat" I asked in a whisper. Amma was silent.
"A souvenir of our first night," Amma asked mischievously.
"Yes," I replied.
"Only if you hide it".
Amma put her clothes back on and petticoat-less she slipped out of the room. I was covered with a mixture of our fuck juices. The last thing I remember falling asleep was Amma's petticoat pressed to my cheeks.
The next day Amma did not look at me when the family was seated at the breakfast table. I thought I had blown it. The family finally dispersed for the day and I was getting ready to go to school. Amma stepped into my room.
"Sundar" she said, "we need to talk."
"Amma what's wrong."
Amma blushed.
"Sundar we can't repeat what we did last night"
Before I could protest any further she motioned me to be quiet.
"I think last night was wonderful. I will always treasure. But I'm a married woman. This is never going to happen again."
"Amma," I protested as I moved towards her and pulled her into my arms, "I love you and I know that you love me. Give our love a chance."
I tried to kiss her but she averted her lips and pulled out of my embrace and shook her head.
"Amma," I said, as she was ready to leave my room "I will not stop loving you and will not stop pursuing you."
Amma left my room with tears in her eyes.
Things cooled down after that. And even though I could see that Amma was unhappy she would not budge from her resolve. I had given up ever getting her back.
Amma also vigorously started looking for a bride for me. She contacted all her relatives and asked them about available girls. She collected horoscopes and consulted astrologers for good matched for me. She arranged for me to see a few girls whoe horoscopes matched mine. I was very unhappy that I am being driven away from my only love my own mother. Finally I gave my consent for a girl who I chose because she looked a little like my mother. The marriage date was fixed.
Then something strange happened. I noticed that Amma's behavior towards me changed. She acted more like someone who was jealous. She snapped at me at the smallest of mishaps. Then one day when we were alone, Amma asked, "Sundar maybe we should go out for a movie this weekend."
I was pleasantly surprised. But I thought maby Amma wants to just please me.
"Amma, Oh yes, Oh yes." I whispered.
The days following I was in a trance. I couldn't wait for the weekend.
For our outing Amma had gone out of her way to dress sexy. I could not believe that the sexy woman next to me was my mother. After the movie we drove to our secluded spot. I pulled her into my arms and Amma did not resist. We began to kiss passionately. My hands were roaming all over her body. I could see Amma was visibly excited.
After an hour or so of necking we drove back home. When we reached home everyone was asleep.
"Go to your room and wait for me, I'll check on your father." she whispered.
I was undressed and in bed when she entered. After locking the door she came to me. Our passionate kissing continued. I swiftly undressed Amma and rolled on top of her. I kissed every inch of her body over and over again. I held on to her shapely ass as I ate her out.
I got on top of her, she took hold of my penis, which was hard as a steel bar, and placed it against her vaginal opening. I pressed and easily entered her very slick cunt. I held Ammas ass and started fucking her. Amma moaned with pleasure at every fuck stroke. We rolled around the bed, sometimes she was on top and at other times I was. We were at it for a long time and when I forcefully ejaculated into her, she came with an intensity I had never seen before.
"Oh Sundar," she said, "it is so wonderful".
"Amma, have you changed your mind about my marriage?", I asked.
"Oh Son I missed you, and as the marriage date came closer, I coild not bear it any longer. I realized I was jealous and that I loved you more than anything thing in the world."
"As a lover" I asked excitedly.
"Yes realized I loved you, not only as a mother but as a lover and that I could not bear to be apart from you." She whispered.
"Do you love me more than father." I asked.
"Oh son I respect your father, but I don't love him. After being with you I now know what love is. I am so happy when I am naked in your arms. Sundar, my darling son, I want to be your wife. Will you marry me?"
I was stunned at these words from my beloved mother. "Amma, You have just made me the happiest man in the world. I don't want to share you with anyone, even father. You belong to me. Your body is mine. I want you naked in my arms all the time. I want to enter you all the time."
"Oh son that is so wonderful. But Sundar, our marriage has to be our secret. I want to be in your arms naked all the times but we have to be careful. I don't want your father, brother or your sister to find out because it would prevent us from being together."
"Yes Amma I know," I replied.
We began to kiss; my hands fondled my Amma's breasts. I then proceeded to kiss her lovely long nipples, which were swollen with passion. She pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me and lowered her cunt on my cock. She pressed down until I was buried in her to the hilt. She lowered her mouth to mine while she proceeded to move up and down, slowly at first and then very rapidly. Suddenly her tongue began to frantically duel with mine. She then opened her mouth in a silent scream. I knew she had climaxed.
I rolled on top of her and continued to fuck her with savage fuck strokes. Her body shook with each fuck stroke. She screamed and at the same time I buried my cock against her womb and proceeded to saturate her inner walls with my semen. After the wild ride we began to kiss tenderly while we were still joined at the crotch.
Amma pushed me on my back and began to kiss my body all over. When she reached my crotch she took my hard cock in her mouth. Amma then gave me a blowjob. When I came she swallowed all of my come.
Next day Amma and I went to the family jeweller and ordered a mangal sutra. Everybody assumed that it was for the new girl who I was going to marry. No one knew that I was going to marry my own lovely mother. We also bought a wedding sari for Amma and a wedding dress for me. Next week, on an auspicous day, Amma and I went to our village house to get married. Amma wore her new wedding dress and looked gorgeous. I wore my new dress and at the muhurth time, as my lovely mother/bride stood before me shyly bending her head, I removed the mangal sutra on her neck put by my father and tied the new mangal sutra which signified that mother was now my wife. Then we we went to the temple and prayed for a long and happy married life. Then we went to Woodlands and had a festive dinner. Back at home, we started making love.
Amma said, "Sundar, every night with you has been a first night for me. You have made me so happy. But today is a special first night. Make love to me not only as your mother but also as a wife."
"Amma, can I call you Kamala now that we are married?" I asked.
Amma blushed a little and nodded her head shyly. Then I said, "Kamala, my love, this is indeed going to be a special night because I am going to make you pregnant"
Amma buried her face in my chest and whispered, "Oh Sundar, the first duty of every wife is to bear a child for her husband. I will be so glad to become pregnant by you, son. I am in a fertile period too and my womb is ready for your seed".
That night, before mother and I slipped into sleep exhausted at four in the morning, I came into my mother's eager cunt ten times so that we can have our first incestuous child as soon as possible.
From that time on we tried to spend every opportunity with each other. Whenever we were alone Ammas would be the one to first make sexual overtures. She was at her sexual peak and constantly horny- I know because when I pulled her petticoat off she was already sopping wet. I was proud when she told me shyly that she would get wet just thinking of me, and that nobody had excited her that way.
Some times we were so crazy for each other that we took risks. One time, while the family was down in the living room, I noticed that Amma had gone to the bathroom upstairs. I went upstairs and silently opened the bathroom door. Amma had not locked it. She was peeing. Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw me. Before she could say anything I pulled her of the commode, ripped out some toilet paper, cleaned her up, turned her around, bent her over the commode, and entered her from behind.
"Honey someone may come up" she whispered. But I ignored her. I fucked until we both climaxed. I then pulled her petticoat up and would not allow her to clean herself up. We did not get caught. But for the rest of the day I knew Amma had sticky petticoat and it was my semen dripping out of her cunt.
I remember one night I woke up horny. I wanted Amma bad. So I very silently crept to my parents bedroom. They were both asleep. I knew that father was in a drunk and fast asleep. Amma was sleeping by his side with the covers thrown back. She looked extremely sexy. I went up to her and shook her awake. When she did, I motioned her too keep quiet. I whispered that I wanted to see her in my room and left. About two minutes later she was in my room. As I pushed her on my bed and I undressed.
"Sundar, I know I am your wife and I should come to you whenever you need me but we should not take unnecessary risks like your to my bedroom" she scolded. I cut off any further protest by kissing her. I pulled Amma's dress up and began to eat her. In no time I had Amma wet and excited. I moved on top and entered her womanhood and proceeded to make love to her. Later that night, when she left my room her face glowing with sexual joy, Amma said, "Sundar, whenever you want me, just do like what you did. Come to our room and shake me and I will come her to your bed and we will enjoy. Ok?". I was thrilled.
But next night, at bed time, Amma came with her bed to my room with a beaming smile in her face. "I told your father that since he is drunk everyday, I cannot stand the smell all night and so I am going to be sleeping in your room from now on. He did not mind. So here I am all yours for the whole night every night". I grabbed her and showered kisses on her and said, "Amma, now we can really be the married couple we are", and started making passionate love.
Three weeks after our wedding, after our first love session of the night, mother shyly whispered to me that she has missed her period. We waited anxiously the next few days. When Amma missed her period again, we were overjoyed. Amma was pregnant!!
For the next eight months it was a daily thrill for me watching mother move about with her pregnant belly, glowing with that special pride that women get when they are carrying, now with the added joy of being pregnant with her own son's child.
Then one day I was in the delivery ward in the hospital as Amma beamed with pride holding a lovely baby girl - the product of our incestuous marriage. She named the girl Sundari because she was my daughter. The love between me and Amma became more intense after we had the baby. Amma wanted us to live like the real husband-wife-daughter family we were. She asked me to get a job in another town which I did. We moved there leaving father with his drinks in our native town. We still maintain the mother-son relationship outside the house. But inside the house, we are husband and wife. I call Amma by her name and the baby calls me father which is what Amma wants.
Its good that Amma is a highly sexed woman hence she doesn't mind the fact that I am constantly kissing, caressing, and undressing her. We average at least two fucks a day. Somedays, I ask her to be naked the whole day and she happily goes about the day-to-day activities like cooking, washing etc completley naked and we make love several times during the day. With all that love-making, Amma is pregnant with our second child.
The joy of living in married intimacy with your mother is something that can be felt only by actual experience. Amma and I hope all young sons out there get the chance to experience that joy.