I had my eyes on my mother's chastity since I was 13 and that was nine years ago. I am 22 now and my mother is 42. My story happened about six months ago.I finished my engineering two years ago and came to US to do my masters. About six months ago, I got a job in an engineering firm. But two months into my employment, I heard a shocking news that my dad had an heart attack and passed away. I had to convince my employers a lot to get unpaid leave for eight weeks.I landed in the airport and my uncles picked up. I could not see mom's face as I reached home and she fell on my arms and started crying. I could not hold myself either. My uncles handled all the arrangements. Everything was going well until I heard mom asked me to sleep with her. There was a mother's gesture in her words but to me the words felt kinky and brought back the feelings I have been suppressing. I had to say at this stage that as soon as I heard my dad's death, the first thing I thought was mom is defenseless! I was

 என் அம்மா ஒரு அழகுப்பெட்டகம். 31 வயசிலும் கூட 24 வயது பெண் போல ஒரு தோற்றம் சிவந்த மேனி அதை விட சிவந்த ரோஜா நிற உதடுகள், செதுக்கிய சிலை போன்ற வடிவம். முலைகள் இரண்டும் குவித்து வைத்த நெல் குவியல் போல கூம்பான கூரான அமைப்பு.மெல்லிய இடை , அளவான சூத்து என்று கோயில் சிலை போல இருப்பாள். அதை அனுபவிக்க தெரியாமல் எவளோ ஒரு நாதாரியை தள்ளிக்கிட்டு எங்கப்பன் ஓடிப்போயிட்டான். ஆனா அவன்

Chapter 07: The Women Celebrate Holi Holi, the Indian festival of colors and water was being played all over the city, and with equal gusto in Thakur Hari Singh's haveli. As festivals go Holi is the most liberating one in a society which traditionally demands restraint; at least outwardly, there is a demand to remain modest; for women not to indulge themselves; and for men to be careful in their flirtations. Married women were certainly out of bounds for any open flirtation. But not on Holi day. In fact, on Holi while the maidens are undoubtedly sought after by the young men, the greatest display of sexual energy is with the married women. You can often see them kissing openly, allowing their wet bodies (wet from the water splashed around at Holi) to be ogled, letting themselves be groped in stairways and corridors and indulging in the man or men that might be their fancy, but are socially out of bounds. Some of this sudden loss of inhibition is also from drinking

I am 36 years old, married for 18 years now. I have a 16-year-old daughter. My husband is a 44-year-old General Manager in a private firm in Kolkata. I too work in a bank just to pass time, as I do not like to stay at home. Due to regular aerobics at the gym I have a good body. I have a 36C bust, a 28 waist and a perfectly round 36 ass.My husband says that men stare at my ass anywhere I go. It does make a big curve when viewed sideways. Also the biggest asset I have that distinguishes me from most Indian women is my height. I stand at 5.7". I have dark brown, long hair coming all the way up to my hips, which are always tied up in traditional Indian style. I have a very fair skin making make-up unnecessary for me, though I do put on some lipstick. The incident I want to narrate happened about a year back.We had moved to Kolkata only some 6 months back from the firm's Mumbai office. Our house was a good 20-25 minutes from our offices. Being new in the city, my husband always

I was in deep trouble. I had taken huge loans from Jaichand, a shrewd money lender in Indore. Jaichand was an old man, but reputed to be extremely crooked and violent. I had not been able to repay him back, despite being warned a lot of times by him. Now he had sent a message that he was coming to meet me in the office that I was working in at Dewas to collect his money. I was panicky! I was frightened that he would shout at me and take me to the police and frame me. I knew that being a government servant, I could not afford to have a criminal offence. I would lose my job and my life would be ruined along with that of my wife and child. My name is Makarand Kakkad. I am a poor clerk in a small government office at Dewas. I am a 27 year old man, living in a small one bed room, hall, kitchen house with my 24 year old wife Anupama and our two month old baby. My wife Anupama, is a village girl. She is not very educated. But, is very pretty - to a point, that almost all the men in the