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The Saga of Incest. Ch - 01

Hi! I am Zaheer Ahmed, the only child in my small family that belongs to the upper middle class in Hyderabad, India. My father, Mr. Zafar Ahmed, aged 42 years, is a successful mechanical engineer, working in the gulf for a very reputed multinational company and my mother, Mrs. Rubina Zafar Ahmed (Ruby, as she is mostly called), aged 38 years, is a typical housewife, whose daily routine is to do household works in the day and watching the TV serials in the evening.This incident took place when I was just a teenage boy and has given my 12th standard exams. I wanted to become a mechanical engineer just like my dad. I was waiting for the results and then to join a good engineering college in our city, Hyderabad for the coming three months I was completely free. Daily i used to go to play cricket in a park nearby and at evenings I used to watch TV with my mom Ruby and before sleeping the only thing that came to my mind was watching porn on my computer.I could easily get the

Busty Indian Mother Submits to Son

In their youth, Raja and Anaya were full of promise and optimistic about the future, but the years weren't kind. Despite Raja's accounting degree, they struggled to make ends meet. This was a problem unfortunately compounded by the birth of their son, Sai. Anaya wished to contribute to the family funds, but it wasn't viable with a child to raise and Raja wouldn't allow it in any capacity. Raja saw putting a roof over their heads and food on the table as his responsibility alone, just like his father.To find suitable work, they were forced to move from their family and friends to a dilapidated apartment on the outskirts of the capital. Anaya did her best to make the ramshackle house feel like a home. Raja held down two jobs for a time and his pride prevented him from taking handouts from his parents. Anaya was more willing to seek aid and kept the extra money secret.As the years passed, Raja became spiteful of his lot in life and not achieving his potential. Instead of taking out his

Sisterly Love

My name is Raju now a 16 year old budding boy living with my mom and dad. My Elder Sister,Priya was elder to me by 8 years. She was married to a software engineer in Bangalore.It was the month of may, I was having my school vacation. Priya Sister called one day saying that her Husband received a direct order from his office in Europe. She asked mom to come and stay with her since the place where she stays is remote from the city and isolated without any neighbours nearby. Mom said she would come there the next day with me. Unfortunately my mom and dad had to go to Madurai the next day in order to attend a funeral of a close relative. Mom told him "Raju go to sister's house and stay there for three months till your vacation". Mom asked him take his school books so that he can study when it gets bored. Mom also told that she would come there next week..I took the night train to Bangalore. While on travel I remembered about my elder sister(akka). My Akka looks like Hollywood actress

Sacred Marriage, Holy mom

I grew up in a sleepy little village of coastal India. My name is Kamode and I was an only child of my parent. We were not a rich family but we enjoyed a healthy lifestyle. The villagers were kind towards us and they would help us during times of distress. We had some land for farming and we had employed a couple of people to take care of it.My dad wanted me to be educated so after the matriculation from a local school, he sent me to a city hostel. I used to pay occasional visit to my parent but never realized that they are getting away from each other. I was doing my graduation when I received the news that my father is marrying again. I decided that my mother would need my support so I went immediately to my village.Although I was going to meet mom in a grim situation but it was something I was looking forward since my last visit home. Name of my Mom was Minnoli and she was 38. Being a house wife she was not perfect in body shape but

Black Magic or White Lie

Although I am not comfortable in writing this story of mine still I want it to be known to everyone so that someone may learn a lesson from it. I must admit that I have changed names, including mine. I am Roshan, a 23 years old man belonging to the rural area of Gujarat (India). I am an only child of my parents. I was only two when my real father died. My mom Malthi was 21 at that time. After a year or so her relative pressed her to remarry. She resisted initially but eventually she agreed. The man she married was a widower and much older than her. The only good thing was that he was a rich landlord. Despite the re-marriage of my mom there were no more children and that was good news for me. I remained an apple of my mom's eyes and got all the attention I needed when I was growing up. My step-father treated me as his son and we were a happy looking family at least for the time being.After completing my early

Period Mom

When my father died, I was 25 and my mother was around 50. I had one married sister who had a small daughter of her own. This made mom a grandmother technically though she didn't looked like one. Being the only son I was supposed to look after the family business and the household. The household was actually ran by mom but I was supposed to fulfill its financial requirements. I was in the age when I should be marrying someone but this was not in sight. Just before his death my father talked to me about a couple of marriage proposals but since his death mother was silent on this subject. I could understand her sorrow but it was hard to believe that after six months of the death of my father she was still mourning. I wanted her to bring this topic up but I myself was not sure about my answer. Young girls my age doesn't interest me as I found them superficial and immature. I had sex with only one woman in my life, who was a mature

Confession in the Court of Kiran

As I entered into my teens I got myself attracted to the shapely pair of firm lactating breasts. I wanted to drink milk from lactating breasts but knew well that my dream can never turn into reality. How wrong was I.I was 17 when my father started spending days away from home. Clearly his interest was somewhere else. My father was a jerk because my mom was not bad looking at all. She has lovely long black hair and always looked beautiful even when she wearing an old used Sari and blouse. I don't think that she was a teaser but her dress up was such that it could bring back life to the dead ones.Mom wanted to win her man back at all costs. She tried to clad seductively and cook good food for him whenever he was around. Nothing worked. Then one of her friend told her to get pregnant. A new baby could surely pull her marriage together. That was a vain idea. At thirty six mom was not even sure that she could get

My Wailing Mother

Since attaining puberty I saw my mom weeping. As soon as something unwanted happened she started weeping. As soon as something good happened she started weeping. Sometimes her weeping had a reason but not always. She had the amazing ability to weep on trivial matters like forgetting to buy something from the market. The biggest reason of her weeping was my dad. Any time the slightest thing went wrong, it didn't matter what, he would come home and beat the daylights out of mom. He behaved as long the parents of my mother were alive but as soon as they died he became a different man altogether. He started shouting at mom and beating her on one pretext or other.Since my 12th birthday I can hardly remember a single day when she wasn't weeping and dad hasn't beaten her. As I approached my teens I started trying to protect her, but that backfired, because he would hammer the crap out of me, and then give Mom an even worse beating.

Punjabi Village Mom

As the parents of Guru belonged to village, they married early. Soon after the marriage his mother faced a hostile mother-in-law. Their relationship turned so sour that one day, when Guru was four, his father divorced his mother. He kept Guru with him, only as a gesture of male dominance. As per village tradition his father and mother re-married soon. After his second marriage his father decided to move to a nearby town. His mother, however, remained in the village. He occasionally visited the village and was aware of the fact who his real mother was but not permitted to meet her. Change, however, had the final say.As Guru turned nineteen his father died. His step mother declined to keep him in her home. He shifted back to his village and started to live with one of his uncle. There, he was treated as a servant and kept busy in different chores all day. Seeing his plight, one of his maternal uncle asked Guru to start

Older the Bolder

Like many young lads my sex life started as a voyeur. I was an only son of my parent and both of them were working people. My parents shifted from India to Dubai when I was 11. In Dubai I had a friend named Robinder. We became so close that we used to spend some nights at each other homes. The mom of my friend was a beautiful woman named Malini. She was not very careful in her dressing. Robinder had no problem me watching her in different stages of dress. We would sit in the bedroom playing as innocent people while she used to come out of the bathroom after the shower. Unknown that we were there she would wrap a towel on her body and come out. She had a beautiful smile and long legs. When she would see us she would smile and ask us to leave.One day we were playing 'hide and seek' with couple of other friends. I decided to cover myself in a sheet and hide under the bed. Usually the dirty sheets are tugged under the