1st Time With Mother In Law

A few months ago, my fiancé and I traveled from Chicago to San Juan, Puerto Rico to visit his mother for a holiday. He's a lawyer in the city of Chicago and I am a social worker. We thought that it would be a nice experience to get away from the hustle and bustle of the big city and thought that if we go visit his mother in Puerto Rico that it would be awesome for us, we only get to see his mother for Thanksgiving and Christmas and since the weather in Chicago was bad, we thought the nice weather in Puerto Rico would be very good for us and that the good Puerto Rican weather would be a stress release for us.

We booked out trip for the following week and we had planned to stay there from Friday until Monday evening. After we got off of the airplane in San Juan, the airline lost one of my fiancé's bags and he was upset because a lot of his personal items were in there. When we got off of the airplane, his brother picked us up and took us to a fast food restaurant to eat lunch and then we went back to their mother's house. Later that evening, everyone went out and we made it back in after 1:00AM. My fiancé's mother was home with her grandchildren.

Helping Each Others Needs

Aaron woke up to the sound of his eight-month-old baby brother, Joey, crying. It was his own fault; he always closed his bedroom door at night to muffle out the crying, but he forgot to this time. It only lasted a couple of minutes before he heard his mother go to the nursery and the crying stopped, most likely because he was being breastfed.

Aaron sat up on the edge of his bed, looked at the time to see it was 630am and turned off the alarm on the phone he had on the nightstand so it wouldn't go off at 7am. He was wearing his pajama pants and an old t-shirt and decided it was good enough for now until he had to change in an hour. He left his room, washed up in the bathroom, and headed downstairs to the kitchen to turn on the coffee for him and his mother.

He assumed she was in the nursery with the baby, but he found her sitting at the kitchen table with her shirt open and feeding him there, while the coffee maker was filling the pot. He was used to seeing her do this by now, but it didn't mean it never took him by surprise. It was, after all, his mother's naked breast out in the open, even if there was a baby's head in the way.

Watching Mom

Chapter 1: Son watching his parents have sex leads to sex with his mom.

It started two weeks ago, the night before my Dad was leaving for two weeks on a business trip. I woke up around midnight and heard noises coming from down the hall. I decided to investigate. I crept quietly down the hall, and realized the noise was coming from my parents' room. I noticed something unusual as I got closer. The door was partly open. Normally they kept their door closed at night. I peeked around the door and saw that the noises were just what I thought they were - my Mom and Dad having sex! I had often heard them, even through the closed door, but this was the first time I had ever seen them. Mom was riding Dad's cock in a reverse-cowgirl position, facing the door. I couldn't have planned it better! I had a great view of Mom's entire body, as well as Dad's cock pumping in and out of her pussy! My parents were not at all uptight, so I had seen Mom in some pretty skimpy outfits before and I had an idea of what a great body she has, but now I could see that it's even better than I had envisioned. Her beautiful big breasts were bouncing and swaying as she rode up and down, and so was her long red hair. She had her eyes closed, but opened them suddenly. I froze, hoping I was far enough back not to be visible, but she was looking right at me! She rode faster and started cumming, all the while looking directly at me. The increased pace got to Dad, and he began moaning and cumming inside Mom's pussy. As they were finishing, I slipped quietly back to my room.

I couldn't believe my luck! I had finally been able to watch my Mom fucking my Dad! I had wanted to see her naked for a long time, but this was the first time I actually got to. I stroked my cock while envisioning Mom's beautiful body, and I came like a firehose. I fell asleep with visions of Mom's body in my head.

The next morning, I woke up after Dad was already gone. Mom tapped on my door.

Priyamani The Seductress

 I am a 60-year-old man who has been married for over 35 years to my lovely wife, who is 5 years younger than me. We have four children, three sons and a daughter. All of our children are married, and we have several grandchildren now. I retired from the civil service after serving for over 30 years. I am a shy and reserved person in my friend's circle and often prefer solitude over the company of others. My strange history urged me to get on the internet and better understand and appreciate it. Until then, I shunned computers and preferred to work the old-fashioned way. Surprised to learn about this, I thought of penning my story for the benefit of readers.

I come from a small village in South India. We are from a backward, oppressed caste. Even today, in our village, we still have to endure a lot of insults. We live in a city now, and also, because of my status and power, a lot of the discrimination has waned away.

The story starts in the late 1960s, when I was perhaps 7 years old. I was an only child and lived with my mother and father on a small farm on the outskirts of our village. My mother was perhaps 26 years old at the time, and my father was quite older than her, at perhaps 41 years old. My mother was a beautiful woman with a fair complexion. I saw her mostly in a tanned state because of her constant work in the field, though. Her name was Priyamani, but everyone knew her by the shortened version of her name--Mani. It may be interesting to note that she had a striking resemblance to the actress Priyamani from South India. My mother, who was a Brahmin, was raped by a lower caste man, for which her family ostracized her. When I was 6 years old, she married my father, even though he was a man of low caste. We are from Andhra Pradesh state, near the border of Tamil Nadu, but now live in one of the big coastal cities of Andhra.

Milk Donation

 Mary placed the final plate on the dining table and examined the spread she'd made. There was everything a growing boy might need, and more. Probably too much more. Sighing happily, she called for her son, Adam, to come join her.

"Coming!" came his call from his room.

Mary sat herself down and started to spoon mashed potatoes, green beans and a pork chop on to her plate. The smells of her own cooking had her belly aching with hunger, so she dove in without waiting for her son. He'd probably be a few minutes anyways.

After the predicted few minutes, Adam made his appearance, eagerly sitting down and grabbing from dishes around the table. "This is too much, Mom," he said.

"I know, but we can put the leftovers in the fridge. You can take it for lunch tomorrow."

"I don't have a microwave at school, you know that," he replied, spooning mashed potatoes into his mouth.

LUST FOR FRIEND'S MOTHER

Zeshan's luck changed one day when his best friend Zaheed asked him to meet him at his house. When Zeshan arrived, he rang the doorbell and waited for the front door to be answered. Soon a strange voice behind the door said, "Who's it?"

Zeshan replied, "I'm Zeshan. I'm here for Zaheed."

The door opened, and a young lady, who looked too young to be the mother of a young son like Zaheed, announced, "Hello. I'm Zaheed's mother, Robina," she said. "Zaheed told me, to tell you, he tried to call you, he had to attend to some urgent work at the last minute, but you never picked up."

Even in the half-open doorway, Zeshan saw enough of her to tell that she was "his type" of woman.

"Okay, well nice meeting you," Zeshan said, as he turned to leave.

"You can wait for him if you like."

"Ok, if he is expected soon," Zeshan replied.

With that, she asked him to come inside the house. This is not a liberal society, but a very restricted society where no man can go alone into a home other than with blood relatives. Zeshan was a little reluctant to go inside his friend's house with only his mother there without his friend.

INDIAN FAMILY IN A WEB OF LUST

 This story is set in India and is about Rajesh, his wife Pooja & his mother-in-law Sujata. It is a passionate tale about crossing the lines of relationship in pursuit of real sexual happiness.

Rajesh was a handsome 26-year-old man married to Pooja; 3 years younger than him. Their marriage was about 30 months old. They were a young independent couple living in an apartment in Gurgaon in India. Rajesh was a manager at a call center & Pooja was tele calling executive.

Rajesh & Pooja met for the first time at their workplace. He was a handsome young man with position of slight power. It was easy for him to get the girls in his call center. Pooja was also one such conquest. However, there was something about her which set her apart. Her energy in bed was way different than other girls, which took Rajesh to different levels of pleasures altogether.

Mom and Daughters - MIL and Wife

I was already planning my next visit to my mother-in-law's house. But a few things transpired that prevented me from implementing my plan in the subsequent weeks. I got a temporary assignment in the north and I had to leave my wife at her mother's house and attend to it, and did not come back until it was close to my wife's delivery.

It was/is customary for the wife to be in her mother's house for the delivery of her baby.

I had heard that my sister-in-law would also be there and the prospect of meeting her excited me.

But what I did not know was that our fuck sessions had been very productive. There she was standing, looking radiant, with a flushed face - and a nice little bump in her belly. She smiled as she saw me looking her over. I was elated and sad at once. Happy that she was pregnant, and sad that I wouldn't be able to fuck her.

But she couldn't have been more than two months in, right? We can still have sex. I fucked my wife well into her fifth month. In fact, she was horny as hell throughout her pregnancy. So yeah, I had a chance.

I Moms Who Breastfeed Their Older Kids

Breastfeeding Story 

johnny, was a 10 yr old boy, he had no brothers or sisters and did not have alot of friends. one day his mother said that the new neighbors just had a baby and they were going to bring supper and a gift over. she made him go with. after they got done eating his mother was doing the dishes and the baby was starting to cry. the woman said that she would have to feed the baby, sat down and unbuttoned her top and opened her bra and pushed the babies mouth to her boob. johnny did not know what to think, he just watched. his mother came into the room and said we better good johnny. when they got home, johnny went to his bedroom and was looking out his window, thinking of what he just saw. as he was looking out his window, he could see into the neighbors livingroom where the mothers was still nursing the baby, he sat and watched as the mother would nurse the baby from one breast to the other breast. as johnny would watch over the next several days, he could also see her in the babies bedroom nursing it. what was johnny going to do, he wanted to watch her feed the baby.

one day johnny was sitting in his room and saw her start to nurse the baby, he ran down stairs and over to the neighbors and knocked on the door. the woman said who is it. johnny said its me johnny. come in she said. he walked in and she was sitting with the baby sucking on her breasts. he walked over and sat down. she asked him what did he want. well, um, well. he started to say. you are so busy with the baby, i was wondering if you needed me to do anything for you. oh, johnny she said that is so nice of you to offer, but not right know. oh he said. they sat and visited for awhile as the baby sucked on her breasts. johnny would do this everyday, just as she started to nurse the baby he would run over and knock on the door. 

Surprise! My Parents are Swingers

The five hour drive home from college seemed to go by quickly. My best friend Samantha was riding with me, and she even helped with some of the driving. Sam and I had been best friends since high school and we had just finished our third year at State University. We talked all the way home; about school, our friends, our summer plans, and of course, we talked about boys and sex. After all, what twenty-one year old, female best friends don't occasionally talk about sex? Actually, Sam had turned twenty one about two months earlier, and my twenty first birthday would be in less than three weeks. But who is quibbling about that?

It was a last minute decision on our part to drive home on the Saturday of Memorial Day weekend. All semester we thought that we would be at school through the first week of June in order to finish our final exams. But exam schedules had changed and both of us were finished with the semester earlier that day. On an impulse we decided to load the car with all our belongings, drive home early and surprise our parents.

Arriving in our home town about 9 PM, our first stop was Samantha's house. Her parents weren't home, but that wasn't that unusual as they often went out on Saturday nights. I helped Sam unload her stuff, told her I would call her in a day or two, and then I drove home.

Mother's Milk Ch. 05

Previous Chapter 4

I stood naked in front of my bathroom mirror looking at my reflection. I rubbed my big round pregnant tummy and smiled as I felt the baby kick. It wouldn't be long now. Only a week away from my due date.

The months had gone by quite fast actually and they had been wonderful months.

Tom was the main reason why everything had been so wonderful. He had kept up his visits to me every week day and our relationship blossomed. In the early months we had been quite adventurous, trying out lots of different positions and having fun role-playing.

We both particularly enjoyed our Dom/sub games. In the first few months I dressed up for him in my black leather outfit and I loved it when he called me his dommy mummy. When I got too big to fit into it, I still would dominate him sometimes as the strap-on harness was adjustable.

We also tried role reversing and Tom dominated me, but he only tried it a few times as my son really didn't feel right about being strict with me, especially as I was carrying his baby.

Mother's Milk Ch. 04

Previous Chapter 3

The arrangement I had made with my son was working out great. Tom came to see me every morning before work. Sometimes he only had time for a quickie and then there were the days where he had a ten o'clock meeting. I loved those mornings. He would arrive at about 8 am and we would have almost two wonderful hours together. Whenever possible Tom would plan his ten o'clock meetings for a Monday morning as I had told him not to come and visit me on the weekends. It wasn't that I didn't want to see him everyday but I was conscious of making sure that Tom didn't neglect Jen.

I loved Tom so very much, more as a lover now than a mother. But I was still his mum and the mother in me wanted my son to have a good marriage and a happy full life. It would be so easy for me to be selfish and demand Tom come and see me every day. I felt he was so hooked now that I could have probably insisted he visited me twice a day, on the way home from work as well, and he would have willingly agreed.

Actually I was noticing that Tom was showing a tendency to be rather willing and I was very curious to investigate just how willing and agreeable my son could be. He definitely loved it when I spanked him a little bit during our foreplay sometimes and so far I had been holding back, just smacking him playfully.

Mother's Milk Ch. 03

Previous Chapter 2

I found it hard to sleep that night knowing that the next morning I would be with my son and keeping this news from him. I really wanted to tell him the good news that I was pregnant with his child but at the same time I thought once he knew there would be no reason for him to keep up our sexual relationship.

I had already deceived him once by not telling him that I never actually used the turkey baster method to try and get pregnant and in fact I had just eaten all his cum he had left in my coffee cups.

I was going to lie to him again and I felt bad about it, but it seemed at the time the less painful of my two choices. I just wasn't ready to give him up as my lover.

I was still in bed when Tom arrived the next morning. I had over slept due to having a bad night tossing and turning.

"Morning mum," Tom called out as he walked in my house, using his own key and locking it again behind him.

Mother's Milk Ch. 02

Previous Chapter 1

I awoke the next morning with a big smile on my face as I remembered last night. I had gotten what I wanted. I reached down and felt that I was still wet and knowing that wetness was a combination of my cum and my son's cum made my smile change to a grin. I had slept all night with my son's love juice inside me and he was coming over again this morning on his way to work to give me some more.

I sat up in bed thinking to myself that I had better hurry up and get in the shower, get myself all clean for my son to fill up again. Tom had said he was going to come over earlier than usual, so I had better get a move on.

I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I was dying to pee as I had been holding on all night, not wanting to go when my son left last night as I knew I needed to keep his sperm inside me as long as possible in order to get pregnant. I had just washed my hands and brushed my teeth. I was about to turn on the shower when I heard the front door open and Tom call out to announce he was here.

"Morning mum," he called out.

"I'm in here son," I replied, "I was just about to jump in the shower," I said as I reached up and turned on the water.

Mother's Milk Ch. 01

Good things come to those who wait. That's what my mother always used to say to me and often I would wonder when these good things were finally going to happen to me. My mum was poor and I grew up without a lot of things, one of those being a good father. Mum left him when I was only four so I never really knew him, but from the things I was told about him when I was older, I got the impression I was better off not knowing him. Mum did a pretty good job bringing me up on her own. Even though we were poor, I had a happy childhood.

When I hit my teenage years I became a bit unruly, going out a lot to parties and dating young. That's when I really could have done with a father figure to have some rules set in place, some guidelines. My mum did her best, but she had to work nights just to keep food on our plates and pay the rent. The one thing my mother would always tell me, well nag me would be closer to the truth, was to tell her when I wanted to start having sex so that she could make sure I was on the pill. The last thing my mum wanted was to see me get pregnant young. Of course I told her I wasn't interested in sex yet, I was only fifteen and not ready yet. I guess I was lucky to have such an understanding mother. She never once said to me don't have sex or don't drink alcohol. It was always, don't have sex unless you are on the pill and you use a condom. Don't drink too much because you don't want a hangover for school and don't get in a car if the driver has been drinking. Mum was a realist, she knew teenagers had sex and drank and she knew there was no way of stopping her kid from doing it, all she wanted to do was to make sure I was safe.

Why is it every generation doesn't listen to their parents even when they make sense? I'd like to be able to say I didn't know what I was doing or it was date-rape or I didn't know any better or some other excuse but the truth is I went out to a party with a group of friends and I got drunk. I somehow forgot all the good advice my mother had given me and I got carried away and I ended up fucking this cute guy that I fancied and was hoping he was going to ask me out. He turned out to be a total jerk and was just looking for an easy lay. I was so stupid. This little voice (my mother's voice) in the back of my head was telling me to stop or at least make him wear a rubber, but I ignored it.

Latha’s bi-experience

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’ 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 child in the respective countries. When we were there, we got the information, that our parents were separated and that my father had left Bangalore.

My unforgettable sexual experience took place one a pleasant November morning in 1998 i.e. two years back, when I came back to Bangalore after my child birth. My hubby’s younger brother was also in Gulf and his wife Bhavana had also borne a child just then. Both of us came to Bangalore. We straight went to the house of our sister-in-law Archana – a very sweet girl recently married. Archana told me that my parents were separated because my father could not satisfy my mother sexually. She also told me that my mother was now living in with a boy friend by name Amar. I had briefly known Amar during my childhood. He was young – around Sudha’s age and I was surprised that my mother was so sexually charged to live with someone eighteen years younger than herself.

Mother and Daughter Bond

"Damnit" Ally cursed out loud as she dropped her keys for the fifth time since walking up the steps to her parent's house. She had been out with a few friends for some drinks to wallow in her sorrows about her husband leaving her for another woman. Now she was a single mother, living with her parents at the age of 26.

She steadied herself on the doorframe, took a deep breath and retriever her keys. Just as she was about to put the correct key (or so she hoped) into the lock, the door swung open. Her mother was standing there, hair disheveled, with a white, floor-length, satin robe wrapped around her small frame.

"Ally? What's the prob....are you drunk?" With that, Ally could feel her mother's hand under her chin, forcing Ally's head up. "Allison Renee! How did you get home?" Frantically, her mother looked over Ally's shoulder for her small SUV.

"It's okay, mom. I took an Uber home. The bar knows I need to get my car in the morning. They were cool about it." Ally's mumbled words came out, and with every breath she felt more and more exhausted.

"It's okay hunny. Just go on upstairs and head to bed. The twins are down in their cribs." Ally made her way upstairs, and plopped down onto the bed, closed her eyes, and let the numbing darkness consume her.

Foreign Affairs

My name is Bobby Williams, it used to be Smith but I go by my mothers maiden name now. I'm 18 years old and just graduated highschool, me and my family moved to Bangkok Thailand in the beginning of this year. My father was a construction engineer hired to help oversee the construction of a new skyscraper in the city centre. I say "was" because he is no longer with us- no, I don't mean he died, though he might as well have. We were going to live here for a year, maybe more and then move back to the states after the job was finished. With the money my dad earned he was going to buy us a house and have some left over to put into a college fund for me, that was the plan at least. Until he met a cute young Thai girl, emptied the bank accounts and left me and mom in the lurch in a foreign country with no way home and no way to support ourselves.

My moms name is Emily, she's a stay at home mom and always has been. She has straight silky black hair and slightly olive coloured skin. Her eyes are a deep green, her lips are full and soft, her breasts are ... well .. abundant and her butt is soft and round. I love her more than anything. We've grown closer than ever this past year, I have no friends here and she has none either. We've been keeping each other company and now we truly only have each other. She hasn't worked since highschool when she met my dad and she has no skills to help pay the rent since he left. I got a job as a janitor at a local bathhouse. It's not full time and it doesn't pay enough for the rent but it will help buy us time to figure out how to get out of this situation we're in. I haven't told her where I'm working, it's a seedy place and I don't want her to worry about me. Mom was able to get a job as an English tutor, her hours are strange but she says it's because her schedule is based on whenever her clients are available. We're getting by for now, sometimes I worry about the future but as long as we have each other me and mom can overcome any hurdles!

The Judy Chronicles

I've decided to write about my life for the thrill of knowing that some guy will be jacking off when reading of things I done, things I have kept secret from my husbands. Thousands of you will know of many lovers while my husbands never have a clue. I've had lots of husbands. Four husbands of my own and dozens and dozens of someone Else's husbands.

My friends and family call me Judy. I was born in June of 1966. I say that the 6/66 represents the Devil in me that I think my date of birth must have planted in me. 

My Dad was thrilled to finally get a girl after three boys. I later had a younger brother and baby sister. As I got older Mom made me their caretaker whether is was change a diaper, make the beds, clean the house, cook them meals, or do the laundry. It got so that I would get up early on any day there wasn't school and go hide out in the woods. In the summer I was just plain hard to find until the chores had been done.

There were plenty of woods and plenty of places to play and hide where I grew up in Western North Carolina. We lived within a few miles of Virginia and Tennessee. Dad had us live in all three as he tried to keep up with a job. Finally Dad got a steady job in Wilkes County where he saved up a little money and had a cousin of Mom's build us a little house.

As I got older my brother and sister weren't so much trouble even though Mom would try to send them along with me to get them out of the house. On one hot day in early June after I ditched them I thought I'd slip back to the house to get a cool drink. What I got instead was a view of Mom bent over the back porch with her dress up over her back. Some man that was not Dad was behind her pumping his cock in her pussy while Mom groaned and shouted, "Fuck me with that thing!"

Sadness of Widow Indian Mother

This is a true story of myself and my widow mother. I am Imran Khan, 22 years old and live in Lucknow. In our house, there lives my Ammijaan Nafisa and my sister Aamna. 

My sister is about 24 years old but due to poverty in the house, we are still not able to get her married yet. My father Abdul Mehboob had died about 3 year back in a road accident. He was hospitalized for many months, before his death, which drained all of our savings in the bank, but he could not survive.

I was studying in graduation then, but due to depleting financial position of the house, I had to give up my education and now I am working I a small factory on a smaller salary.

The medical bills of my father had rendered us poor and my meager salary is just sufficient to make the both ends meet in our home. Due to our orthodox Muslim culture, there is no chance of my Ammijaan or sister to go out and do some job. So due to this we are still unable to save for his dowry and get her married.

In our city, the ladies wear burqa out of house, but within the walls of house, there are free to wear normal suits.

Now let me tell a bit about my Ammijaan and sister. My sister Aamna is 24 years old, standing about 5'-3", with a slim body and a beautiful face. She is so sexy but I have never ever thought of her in that way. She is very strict and being elder to me, she normally bullies me. She is annoyed with the financial position of family, because due to which she is still unmarried. So she is normally angry and irritated always.

My Ammijaan is about 45 years old and a bit obese. She is chubby, but as she is tall lady of 5'-6", with a fair color, she doesn't look plump. She has very big boobs and a very vast ass. Though she wears burqa outside, but she wears normal suits at home. Though she was of very happy nature and always smiling, but now after my father's death, she is normally in a sad and gloomy mood.

I always thought and she is sad because of my father's death and worried about the marriage of my sister.