The heavy, pouring rain came down in sheets making visibility almost impossible. Wayne struggled to see out the window of his Jeep Cherokee. His mother, Krista sat in the other bucket seat peering out through the suffocating deluge of water. Every few moments, Krista turned and looked out the rear window for a few seconds before looking back to the front."I hope that they are okay," she mumbled."Oh, they'll be fine," Wayne told her, hoping that he was right.Wayne's whole family was driving up to their cabin in the mountain for a mini-vacation. Tony, Wayne's father, Kim, Krista's sister, and Wayne's little sister, Marie were in the second car somewhere behind them. They had taken both cars because Kim had to return on Tuesday. Wayne, Krista, Tony, and Marie were planning to leave the following Friday.When they had started out earlier that morning, it had been sprinkling, but it had turned into a steady rain before very long. The rain had continued to intensify all morning long turning

My name is Rohan and I am from India. This story goes back to eighteen years. I was only eighteen years old then. My mom Sujata was thirty seven years old and I had a sister who was married and was just twenty. My father ran away from the house may be to become a sadhu. I was just fifteen years old then. We have never heard of him till today. My mom was just sixteen when she was married. My sister Anita was born one year after the marriage. I was born two years after that. My father was a very high profile man working as a civil servant. We lived in a small town in Nasik near Mumbai. My mom continued to study even after her marriage because of my father's encouragement. I don't know being a civil servant how he managed to marry my under aged mom. After completing her collage my mom took up a job in a local bank. We lived in a beautiful duplex bungalow. It had a large living room and two bedrooms in the ground floor and two bedrooms on the first floor. We also had a

Jack pushed the door open with his foot awkwardly and entered his house. Both his hands were occupied; he was carrying with a large plastic bag of disposable diapers in one hand and two bags of groceries precariously balanced in other arm. Jack set the packages on the kitchen table. "Mom?" No answer. He looked in her bedroom, and saw his mother cradling his baby brother. A half-empty plastic bottle was lying near her feet. Both mom and baby were fast asleep. The scene looked so peaceful compared to night before when Bobby kept them both up with his frantic crying. He tried to help by preparing his bottle and bouncing the little guy, but nothing seemed to help. Finally, his mom had told him to go back to sleep because of the Chemistry test he had tomorrow. Under protest he went back to bed while Bobby still wailed. He thought he would have trouble going to sleep but he must have gone out as soon as his head hit the pillow. Jack stood there for a moment in the soft light

This is the story of how I and my mother became lovers when I was 15 years old and how our relationship became more intimate later. My mother's name is Meena and my name is Nikhil. We are a middle class Gujarathi family. My mother was married at the age of 14 to her uncle - my grandmother's brother - when he was 40 years old, after his first wife died. I was born the same year she got married and after me, she had two girls and a boy was born just a few months before this story starts. It was the baby that started our affair. My beautiful mother, who was only 29 years old at that time, used to breast-feed the baby, as she had done all of us. As a young boy of 15, I was attracted by her breasts, which were extremely shapely. At home, mother did not wear any bra (nobody wore bras in our village) and her breasts would jiggle nicely inside her blouse as she walked. her nipples would be pushing the thin teri-cotton material of her blouse and sometimes, her blouse will be slightly wet with

Hi, I am Latha. I am now aged 22 and come from a very conservative, traditional Tamil speaking family settled in Bangalore. I have a sister named Sudha who is two years older than me. Both of us are now married to respectable families. But I should now share my very sexy experiences with you. I promise you that this is a real life experience, which will thrill and titillate you.  Guys! Hands on your throbbing cocks and Girls! Fingers into your hole. Get started with my Experience.  Life was a normal middle class one and both of us sisters were virgins when we got married. Sudha got married four years back, when she was 20 and I married three years back after completing 19. My parents were in Bangalore. Sudha's husband was in Europe and she moved in after her wedding. Soon after my wedding, my hubby got a job in Gulf and we went over there. After that it was only communication over phone, e-mails and chat with my sister for four years. Both of us gave birth to our