My Erotic Stories

Vanaja’s insatiable incest   Part III Vanaja enjoys herself with her sons. The next day, my sons and Raghu came. It was a happy reunion. I am very pious and religious. I perform all poojas and visit all temples. All festivals are celebrated enthusiastically in my home, and even kids take an active part. My elder son Rajesh is very well behaved, gentlemanly, and gives the impression of never having any erotic or naughty thoughts. My younger son, Rahul, is just the opposite. Even when he was a boy, I caught him staring into cleavages, and I caught him reading porn books at a very young age. From a lanky, awkward boy, he has transformed into a tall, muscular, handsome young man.   He inherited my fetish for fitness. I saw him many times looking at my tits and midriff when he thought I was not watching. Like Mrs. S, I was also tempted to seduce him, but I controlled the impulse since it might affect his studies. Now that he is in college, I wanted to do it. “Rahul, I ...

Vanaja’s Erotic Chronicles    Part II Vanaja has fun with friends. ………………………….After I returned home, I found Raghu was again not at home; he was on tour. When I freshened up and was preparing breakfast, Satish, our Auditor’s son, rang the bell. We had breakfast and then had a hard, grinding, and steaming fucking session. He loves watching Mom and Son porn while fucking me in doggy position. We always fuck in the hall, watching the action on our TV. He is the only person I fucked in my home other than hubby. I am paranoid of getting caught or blackmailed.   Some of my friends get fucked by Drivers, cooks, and gardeners, but I am reluctant, because you open yourself to blackmail or extortion. So I go to my friends’ houses and get fucked by their husbands and sons and their relatives. I carefully choose my friends. Satish’s parents asked us if Satish could study at our home because there was too much commotion and disturbance at their home due to t...

Vanaja’s Erotic Chronicles    Part I Vanaja has Fun in the bus Part 1: The Journey to Bangalore I got into the A/C Volvo bus to Bangalore, looked around, and was disappointed. There were only ten people on the bus, since the bus starts from my town, but not a single unaccompanied young man (or even an old man) was to be seen. I sighed and thought, “Every time you can’t get lucky.” I moved to the rear of the bus and sat in the window seat in the last row. For boob squeezes, cunt fingerings, and cock masturbations, these seats are ideal; there will be few prying eyes. I still had a ray of hope that a young stud might take the seat next to mine. I can afford business class air travel or a chauffeur-driven sedan to go to Bangalore. In fact, my husband can’t understand it and has asked me perplexedly many times, “Darling, why do you go by bus when you can take our driver James and travel in comfort and luxury in the Corolla?” I lied to him. “I love to see fields and beautiful...

Pratyusha….Father-in-Law’s whore Part II  Pratyusha Makes All Happy Pratyusha’s story …. Sushma is right about my horniness. If my Mom didn’t watch over me 24x7, I would have been fucked by many cocks. She caught me once masturbating, and after that, she never stopped lecturing about the evils of sex, punishments in hell for sinners, etc. To her horror, my boobs, ass, and whole body developed sexy curves, making men and boys of all ages drool over me. She made sure I covered myself well all the time and monitored my friends and movements. So apart from getting tits and ass squeezed in crowded buses and temples, I was largely unmolested and remained a virgin. At the marriage function where Anand fell head over heels in love with me, the fact was that I fell head over heels in love with Raj at first glance. No doubt, he is of my dad’s age, but Love is blind. Raj was tall, muscular, and handsome. His part grey hair made him even more irresistible. He had a mesmerizing smile, and...

Sushma’s story I looked at Pratyusha, our beautiful daughter-in-law, puzzled. She seemed to have something on her mind. I peeled five potatoes. She was still absent-mindedly toying with her first potato, hardly scraping. “Is something wrong?” I asked her. She jumped a foot and smiled awkwardly and said: “ No, Nothing, Sushma”. I insisted she call me by name and not respectfully. I told her we should be like friends. A few months back, when we attended a marriage, my son Anand fell head over heels in love with her at first glance. I don’t blame him. Pratyusha is a sex bomb with a sweet, angelic face. My hubby, Raj, and I moved heaven and earth to convince her parents to agree to the match. We are quite rich, and they are middle-class. It was beyond their means to celebrate marriage on a grand scale to suit our status. They were also suspicious that we would demand a huge dowry or harass their daughter for her middle-class background. We financed the marriage...