Un expected from my mom

Hi all,

still i don know whether it was right or wrong yes i mean the strange incident which happened on feb 3rd morning before sharing the incident let me introduce myself my name is guna, age is 23 and i m currently working as a electrical engineer at chennai.

my mom name is chandra , age is 42 and she is a house wife.


i came to know about this site just one week before through google search yes the incident has been forced me to search

To be frank, till feb 2nd night i didnt have any sexual feeling with my mom but on feb 3rd it has been pulled out...

ok let me share the incident

usually i used to take oil bath on every sunday so asusual my mom washed out my hair and gone out from bathroom and then i started to continue bathing but after 2,3 minutes she came back and told that the power is going to shut down in ten minutes so can you finish bath in 3,4 minutes bcos i cant take bath without light

but i told " no maa it takes atleast ten min to finish so please wait"

then she told "ok guna then i will take bath now itself so pls move your bucket i will be back" then she left

i shocked bcos still now my mom didnt take bath infront of me.

i didnt get any sexual feeling but i thought that i may feel un comportable to take bath with my mom

then she returned back with her clothes,after entered she locked the door.

yes now my heart start beated fastly my face changed nervous

but she looks very normal bcos she thought me as her baby

while starting to undress, she started the conversation too

"guna what would you like to have for breakfast"

i controlled my eyes to see her but i replied "i need noodles ma"

"do you have any plan to go ut in the evening"

i replied "no"

i didnt see her but i realized that she removed her saree and started to unbuttoning her jacket

i was putting soap

after removing her jacket she turned towards the wall and tried to remove her bra

now my heartbeat starts decreasing bcos i understood that she will not be naked infront of me so i looked at her but now my harmones got vibrated yes i admired of her back side beauty

i forced myself to divert my look bcos she is my mom

after she removed her bra, she tried to throw it in a empty bucket but her target missed and it fell down near my legs

she asked me "guna pls take that bra which is near to you"

oh god exclaimed silently, i bent and took the bra

now their is no chance to escape so i looked at her to give the bra

but now the situation looked more emotional yes she is standing towards me and tried to remove her panty with her two hands and her breast was completely visible to me suddently my mind realized "vow what a big breast and nipples

but i controlled myself bcos she is my mom and still she treated me as her baby thats why she was is that position so i controlled my feelings and called her

"ma your bra "

after she got it, she throw it to the bucket

after a few seconds her full dresses moved to the bucket yes she is fully naked now but yet i never tried to see her

i m applying soap to my body

again mom called me " give me soap guna"

again i have to see her

i gave the soap but i didnt try see her but i know she is fully naked

my mind forced me to see her body but my heart controlled me

but my mind wins

so i looked at her and called "ma pls give me soap"

vow what a body ,very very big breast and nipples

i told to myself really you got blessed guna thats why you have tasted that big breast in the past

but if i got the breast again i will be the luckiest person in the world

to continue to see her body i continue the conversation

"ma why the power going to shut "

"i think some maintenance work in our area" she replied


i continued the conversation for 2 ,3 min to see her body yes the vision very much amazing but now my mind goes to next level yes i want to touch her
but it is impossible and still she is a pure minded person then how can i approach her

but this stupid feelings raised because of her only but she may not realize at the same time i dont want to lose our mom-son relationship so i tried to control
myself

but its impossible to controll more yes i reached the extent


so i started to get into the next level

i called her " ma can you turn towards the wall"

"why guna" she asked

me: "actually i want apply soap to my inner parts ma"

ma: "so what guna"

me: "i feel shy to remove my panty infront of you ma"

ma:"dont be silly guna i m your mom i have seen it many times before"

me: "no ma now i cant, so can you pls"

ma: "ok guna"

she turned

after few sec

me: "ok ma i completed you can turn now"

ma: "she laughed and told you have done a comedy today"

i dont want to lose the touch so i continued

me: "ma do you know my panty size"

ma: "ya its 90, i know it clearly bcos last time i only bought it from T.nagar"

me: "ma if you dont mind may i ask you one question"

ma: "come on guna what happened to you today? feel free to ask anything"

me: "ma may i know your bra size"

now her face slightly changed

ma: "why did you want to know about it"

me: "i m seeing your breast it looks very big so i am interested to know about the size"

her face completely changed

ma: "did you enjoying you mom's breast ? its wrong guna you should not ask this type of questions here after i wont bath with you"

to divert the conversation and her angry again i asked her

me: "ma can you pls turn one more time i want clean my inner parts "

as i expected her angry face turns smiling

ma: "no guna i wont turn i m you mom why did you feel shy to remove your panty infront of me come on, carry on "

me: "ma pls"

ma: "no way"

i dont want to waste this chance

i removed my panty yes as i expected my cock was fully erected it looks very length and strong and reddish area fully visible

i looked my mom face yes she was fully surprised and shocked but i applied the soap without any excitement

i know that she realized the reason of my cock excitement

i entered in to the climax

me: "ma can you apply soap to my back"

ma: "ok come on guna"

i went near to her and shows my back

now she applied soap vow what a great feeling it was

then i turned towards her and asked

me: "ma if you dont mind can you clean my penis"

ma: "ok da"

now she touched my penis, again it reached the full size

she asked "guna why your penis totally excited i think you felt some thing bad about my touch"

me: "yes ma your touch and your naked body disturbed me pls ma dont mistake me its all bcos your beauty only....i am watching you big breast and nipples for the past five minutes continously really i want to touch and taste it pls ma dont avoid me i will not ask you again i will feel very happy if you allow me pls ma pls ma"


without wait for her reply

i smoothly touches her waist and hugged her tightly

my goodness she didnt say anthing


i touched her breast yes i am the luckiest person in the world

i sucked it and tried to get milk, of course my mouth in not capable to suck her full breast but it covered a half

now her hands playing with my penis yes i know she loved it from the beginning itself

the play continued for next one hour

after this incident she didnt talk with me for more than five days but later she realized it was a accident but still my eyes are seeing her breast and she too allow her to see it by dressing infront of me and bathing infront of me..


end of my exp

i need your comments

Fun with my friend's sister

Hi All This is my first submission in this desi blog, so kindly bear with me for any mistakes or story styles My name is Manoj and is living in a Cochin, doing my degree course. I wanted to share some nice experience in my sexual life to you all.

It was during one of my study leaves, when I used to go to one of my friend's house to have combined study. His name is Binu, and his family had him, father, mother and an elder sister with her husband. His parents were away from his house for quite some days since they had to take care of their land property back in a distant village. His sister was older than him, named Bindu, married to an accountant in a local firm.

Bindu had an attractive figure which no one can resist looking for, but I managed to control myself some how. She was very fair, around 5' 6", big boobs around 36 and a nice body shape. Her eyes had a very powerful and erotic look that you cant resist. But her husband does not seem to be a perfect person for a lady like her, and was a workholic person coming late every day because of some pending work at office. They had a kid of around an year old.

She wears saree most of the times at home. Many a times, I could get a side view of her through the side of her saree. The big boobs are also exposed with blouse through the sides some times which could satisfy my subject in fantasies for the night. I managed to get a few good views every day without any one noticing me.

Most of the days, when I go there, I go straight to his room and start my exam preparations with him. One day, when I went to his room I was shocked to see Bindu feeding her kid at Binu's room. It was such a beautiful scene I could not illustrate having her beautiful boobs out on air. I could not resist looking at it for a second when she realized some one at door and looked straight at me. She had caught be red handed, covered her boobs, smiled at me and said

"Binu is not here Manoj, he had gone to our home or some urgent things and would be back in two days. He could not convey this to you since it was quick, and asked me to tell you this"

"Oh..ok..do you mind me copying some of his notes?" I asked her since I just wanted to be around there for some time with her.

"Ok, no problem..." She said.

I entered the room and sat on his chair. The chair was facing the bed and I could still see her feeding the kid. Suddenly the kid pushed the saree and it exposed that beautiful piece of art again in front of me. I could not stop staring at it even though I knew that she was looking at me.

"Manoj, you should not look like that", she smiled and put her saree back.

By the way she was behaving, I was sure that she will co-operate with me if I make a move. Else she would have already asked me to get out of the house. With that confidence I said

"How can I stop staring the very beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life", I winked and smiled at her

"I am your friend's sister, you should not tell like this" She continued smiling.

"I know, but even if it was my own sister, I could not stop looking at the treasures of such a beautiful girl in this world". To add spice to the coversation I added.

"Am I that beautiful" She was curious about her beauty.

"I would do what ever I can without a question just to watch this princess's breasts" I started making it hot.

"You are not like what I thought. You are a naughty boy, again what did you tell? You will do anything?" She asked.

"Yea, sure. What do you want me to do just to see them for few minutes?" I asked

"Do you masturbate? Can I see you masturbating? I need to see your milk now...if you can" this time she was already getting hot.

"No problem, if you could show me your bare breasts" I told

"Ok, let me try. I will make the kid sleep, close the door and come" She took the kid and went out of room.

I waited in the room expecting her, each second was like an year to me. I could not believe that I am going to see the big, fair and attractive pair of breast of my dream lady.

After around 10 minutes she came to the room and sat in the bed. I stood up from the chair and walked towards the bed.

"No...Manoj, you should not attempt to touch or come near me. If you can show me your milk, its fine. Else I am going, dont force me" This time she was determined. Why should I spoil a nice chance like that, i walked back and sat on the chair

"Alright, as you like. But please show me your breasts which is my dream ever" I asked.

"Good boy" She smiled and said.

And then she took the pallu of the saree down and unhooked the blouse. Wow....there was no brassiers, bare globes in light jumped out of her blouse as she unhooked it. I could not believe my eyes, I kept staring at them.

"Ok, now your turn" She said.

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my already erect cock from my inner wear. It was alredy hard rock after seeing the most ever wanted scene. I started shaking the rod slowly by looking at her sweet breasts, and not even closing my eyelids.

She started enjoying my act, and started teasing me by shaking her breasts and taking them one by one in her hand. She even squeezed milk from both of them to my direction.

It was getting too much for me, I started shivering and the load of few days of cum was boiling in my balls.

"Bindooooo....can I please touch it? Pleaaaaaaaaaasse...I cant stand this" I cried...

"Nooo..." she told...

"Bindooooo.....pleaseeeeeeeeeeeee....I will come in a minute...just a touch for less than a minute.....never again...pleaaaaaaaaaase...I will do what ever you tell me...." I cried on top of my nearing climax.

She was silent for a second, and then said "Ok...come on and play with it. But just for one minute" She seemed to be in mood already.

It was a boon for my ears, I jumped out and reached her. Cupped those sweet globes in my hand and slowly squeezed them. I touched her nipples, it was already erect. She was looking at my oozing cock tip. I took one of my hand and started shaking my cocking while other was squeezing her soft globes one by one.

I was flying with pleasure, and wanted to suck the breast milk. I knew that one more request is not needed, just quickly sat on the bed, bent down and took one of her nipples in mouth in less than a second.

"Manooooj....no...." She cried, but her voice was so feable.

I continued sucking it, my mouth started getting the sense of the warm sweet liquid - the breast milk.

I took her one hand and make it hold on my cock, held my hand covering it and started masturbating. With her hand holding my cock and her sweet breast giving warm milk to my mouth was a unimaginable situation. My balls swelled and I sucked her breasts hard.

Suddenly the heavy thrust from my balls found its way through my cock which was surrounded by Bindu's hands....Oooooo.. yes, my cock started pumping out hot, thick and lots of cum. The first thrust hit Bindu's face since she was looking at it closely. She pulled her face out, but it was still pumping and I was holding her tight. Milk spread all over the place mostly on her lap, few at her breast and the first on her face. Some where on the bed and floor too.

After everything came out, I continued holding her for a second and left her. She smiled at me and helped me in cleaning my cock with her saree. She cleaned her breasts also with saree and got up from bed.

"I really love you Manoj...you are so beautiful, and so if your cock." She smiled. "Please close the door when you go, I am going to have a bath" she added, and walked out of the room.

I could not believe what happned and sat their for some time. Then I went back to my home with the satisfaction about the time I spent with Bindu.

Friends, if you like it, please write to me at email4manoj76@yahoo.com. Will share my adventures with Bindu and the rest in remaining parts.

Till then....yours loving

Manoj (email4manoj76@yahoo.com)

Sex with My Sexy Lecturer

Hi this is John, This one is happened during My final year studies of engineering degree, My final semester class incharge is miss sissira, she is 27 years of age, she is very tall and her skin colour is white and having nice structure,, she is really having nice big boobs and ass,,, I often masturbating by thinking her only in college hostels,, not only me all the students and even staffs,, that kind of beauty she is, she is like a Arabic horse,,

Luckily I got one information from my management, that she is the incharge for my final semester projects,, that means I should spent daily half a days with her in college working days to prepare my project,,, Daily I spent my times with her,, everyday I cant control my masturbation two or three times, as I am very closely watching her,,,as my English is very poor,, there is lots of mistake sin my project report,, so she told me to come to her house daily that's 20kms away from hostel, and return to hostel at 10,, so her husband will clear my mistakes rapidly,, because he also a lecturer in other college.

When I reached her home town, she come by his own car and picked me to her house, soon after we entered the room, she asked me to eat some snacks, she wearing seethrough blue colour sarees,, my mind is going crazy , I started my imagination having sex with her,,,
After some time she comes to my room, I asked her about her husband for my project reports, she told that her husband went to industrial visits and he will come after one weeks, I got little excited and thinking why she called me when his husband is not in home,, so I pretended like a good boy, and asked about the projects she smiled sexily and thrown my project reports, and she frankly asked me what I looked daily in her,, I am little ashamed, but she lifted my face she asked once again,, I replied I watch dher boobs and ass,, she smiled again,it gave me lot of confidence,,,

She told me she also like me because of my black colour,, she told me that her husband is very weak in sex,, so she frankly told me that she needs me,, I immediately kissed her lips and start sucking her saliva juices and I started kissing every where in her face she also doing the same,, I slowly started pressing her boobs and squeezing she started moaning,, that moaning is very sexy and gave me full erection,, I removed her saree and blouse and bra,, and I saw a huge big tits and boobs I started kissing and squeezing her boobs and at the same time she removed my t shirts her fingers caressing every part of my body,, I removed her panty also now and started kissing her navel and and thighs, and slowly starte d to lick her pussies now her moaning becomes louder , I started licking and eating and fingering her pussy vigorously,, her pink pussy becomes wet and she is shivering after HUGE ORGASM.. She hugged me and started remove my pant and brief,, and she amazed by my cocks size and told her husbands is too small,

She compared my cock to great porn stars like peter north, Lexington Steele, and rocco siffredi, I am amazed by her porn knowledge,a ND asked her how she knows,, she told me every free times in colleges and house her hobby is watching porn sites,, she started kissing my cock and balls and started licking the tip of my cock, oh my god, I am in heaven at that time,,she started sucking my cock like a bitch, she swallowed by full thick shaft,, she licked my pre cum juices,, after some times she asked me to fuck in her evil pussy and I started inserted my full penis in her pussy and started ridding in doggy style in slowly and after some times I released my full cum,, she kissed me, v both hugged for some rest,, that whole night I enjoyed her four times in different positions,,
Daily we do this kind of things by seeing porn movies,, up to his husband arrival,, after that,, I vacated from hostel and take separate room in her home town,, so I don't missed her and continue our illegal sex daily,, she is my sex goddess

Greek Godess at My School

She had a unique way of wearing sari, she plucked the sari’s loose end together into folds and ran it all the way up, from the right side of her pale white and fragile looking skinny waist across the wholesome breasts covering them fully and over the shoulders, where all the folds were gathered and pinned up over her left shoulder delicately on to the blouse and quite charmingly rested the extreme end of the sari’s loose end over her left hand rolled up. She playfully dropped the loose end all by itself at times, other times; she would pay attention to the lonesome warrior and pay homage by carefully rolling it up her left wrist. This unique way of wearing sari gifted on the students a rare view, of a feminine quality that was waiting to be expressed; a woman’s encroachment on a naïve teenager’s psyche, a desire and wanton that met halfway behind her back while she turned over to jot something on the board, something infinitely unimportant, for the beguiling features of her stiff naked flesh kept the students in a trance, of beauty that curved, of curves that looped , and of loops that met somewhere beneath the elegant sari work. By now, everyone knew that she wore a white bra, for her unique way of wearing sari left the blouse uncovered by the sari on her back, and the features were impossibly clear for all the students to watch and be suffused with the promising beauty, of a back that was caught up covered mesmerizingly by a piece of transparent cloth and a guarding thick strapped bra that was supportive. And, the bra furthered the desire equation by wholly converging from the top of both the shoulders and meeting in between with a length of thick rectangle blotted out in the middle, for the straps were hooked and the hook position stood out in the whole architecture of subtle nuisances. The hook reminded one of the hidden qualities that were guarded, the hook also reminded one of the perimeters of conquests, one only had to gain access to the hook and the whole piece of majestic beauty would unfurl in one giant heap and the waves of desire would thoughtlessly, effortlessly undulate in the field of students’ mind. The outlines of bra straps on her back hung on to her shoulders so picturesquely that it titillated one and every student’s mind, the tickling sensation that began by her posture found catalysts in the naked flesh of her nape behind the neck, above the bra straps. The nape was refreshingly penetrating, the color of the skin was becoming, and the soft pale yellow flesh tormented one’s capacity of administering grips on oneself, and one ceaselessly fell prey for the standing lascivious lass with nape that stood so straight that it would put a swan into shame, breasts that bosomed relentless beauty in them put all the known species of birds at shame, a waist that converged into frolicking folds of timeless aggregation of softened skin put even the most voluptuous bodies at shame, and an arise that was so great that it appeared immobile in its mass for one with the eye for mass, small and cute with affirming postural stand embodiment for one with eye for skinny inclinations, that it put the giant horses with big bare backs at shame.

Such was the poise she took that even the most reluctant and indifferent mind fell prey to the elegant poise. She stood firm and on heels with the heaving bosom covered beneath the sari, and an enchanting tongue that she encircled words inside her mouth before leaving them into the open, ‘end’ sounded ‘end’ with stress on ‘t’ that was so shattering on already pent up nerves that one helplessly hung up beside himself. And she spoke, she walked, she adjusted the rim of her glasses, so fine and delicate that the skin of one’s teeth slipped over into the mouth. When she talked, everybody listened, when she walked, everybody gaped at her, when she paused all the eye lids paused as if earth paused at once in its orbit, when she turned her back, everyone frothed and gulped the spit back into their throats. She was an oasis of desire, a sand dune of elegance, a prima Dona, and the Greek goddess. Every day, she wore a new sari, a matching blouse, matching bangles, matching slippers, and matching hair clip, but the bra remained the same, the white one. It was her trademark style, one that she defined and only she was ever able to pull off so elegantly that nobody doubted if she was the proud owner of her style, perfection in person, character and an attitude that differentiated her. She stood out, she was unique and the only one who earned that respectful adoration ever taught in our school. She never ceased to exist, she was always there on everybody’s mind in the school, it was as if, she existed in waves and disturbances that rippled over the students, teachers and the principal as a giant wave that broke into the shore, wave after wave, she came and she gone. She broke on our minds with suddenness that we were blenched with fear of apprehension; she broke on us in a wave of lustful admiration like a wave in sea broke into white froth. She impaled our minds with a perpetual pattern such as the waves that cleansed the rocks on shore and left them soft and streamlined. Such was the force of her presence that the mind wavered into the verge of exploding, a desire un-quenching, an instinct unbridled such as the sun rose from a blank and grotesquely wholesome darkness to expose the blue sea everyday at dawn.

She was an epitome of a structure left to the beholders of beauty to gape in awe and admiration. When she walked, she rolled her sari’s end on her wrists, and the sari fell over feet in urgency, the folds so stiff and current, embroidered her already statuesque picture with a concurrent force, and she seemed dragging the weight of expectation with every passing day. And so it happened, one day she turned her back to write on the board, which nobody cared really, that I noticed her bra strap on the right shoulder displaced away from her shoulder and slipped on to her hand. Thanks to the transparent blouse as always, and thanks to the unique way of uncovering her back as always. I remember the day so clearly, with every passing second, I got increasingly aware of the situation, it never happened before, she dressed so conscientiously that she could only have existed in books, or in pictures on every piece of drawing board in this world, the real world was so utterly incompetent and beauty ridden, barren in existence that she should never have been let out of the books and pictures into the real world in the first place. The right strap unsettled the configuration so vast that the hook was now inclined at a good five degrees to the horizontal where it was hung up with no room for error for so long. Every time, she faced the class, I tried to read her face and was hoping that she would excuse herself from the class for a while and push the strap back into its original place thereby attainting ordered symmetry. I knew that she knew it, she felt the strap on her upper hand and the void it left on the shoulder was also palpable, it was unquestionable that she knew it, but she stood there and endured the pain, suffering and humiliation of a disturbed symmetry on her back for a good thirty minutes. Out of desperation, I hoped that she would begin dictating something out of the book and when everyone dug their heads into the books to jot it down, she could use that momentary minutes of near nothingness of gazing into adjusting the strap, to put us all out of our individuals’ episodes of restlessness. But she never did, she never relented, the frame of stroking arrogance did not bend down. I remember the day as the day that the beauty suffered all by herself, lone and in her person, she showed no signs of trouble and that added dignity to her figure.

Having Sex with Radhika

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