Hello. My name is Anil and I am 32 years young. First, I would like to state that the kind of service, which is being provided to the world, through your web site, to my mind, is simply commendable. Every man is born with the basic instincts of sexual feelings. In India the government denies it. With the advent of the Internet era, Man has taken a giant stride to establish and assert his right towards real freedom of thought and expression. He does not want to be cowed down by the whimsical rules and regulations formulated by Hippocratic old people, whose elan has been extinguished into hypocritical hibernation. By definition, Freedom to do any act by an individual finishes where the other person’s nose begins. This should apply for the ruling powers too. Forcing people to subdue the basic instincts is outright unnatural, degrading and disease causing. Truth can have but one answer, then how come Europe has free sex and India is still entwined in the skeins of the unfathomable regulations of forced social and personal sexual refrain and celibacy. Sex is a blessing bestowed upon us by Almighty which is to be enjoyed. Neither, should it be kept pent up in our loins, manifesting itself in myriad of ways, nor should it be spilled away without rhyme or reason.

I take this opportunity to narrate to you another incidence, after that of "Salim’s Mother" which may be incorporated in the stories segment. Sex, besides being generally enjoyable, can be greatly enhanced, in many a ways. Of the myriad of beautifully shaded techniques, the charm of sexual expression and feelings is much enhanced and piqued up, once a person realizes when the counterpart has been totally subjugated by him or her and is utterly submissive too. It is also true for times when one can observe the other person from a secluded place of vantage, doing some activity which is obscene, and totally unexpected of the person who has embarked upon enacting it. Moreover, at the same time the other person being oblivious to the observer’s presence. Hidden sex is potent with all the aphrosadiacs Man has known of over the ages. The power of the veil is manifold. The visible flesh from the folds of the veil is like lightening baring the beauty beneath with much more renewed fervor, intensity, and forcing one’s imagination to splay its wings and fly high.

My inquisitiveness for the situation was piqued when I asked the fellow as to what had transpired forcing him to behave as such. The fellow kept silent. In spite of my repeated queries, he did not budge nor did he speak a word. My heart prompted me to probe the situation in an altogether different manner, and I asked my attendants to present the fellow in my anteroom for a personal audition. The intention was simply to prompt the guy to feel relaxed in private and vent his thoughts. Moreover, incase he had something to divulge, that which he did not want to disclose in front of the prying inquisitive gaze of many people.

Making him sit in front, on a bench, I asked him to be at ease and tell me as to what had transpired, resulting in his present condition. The fellow broke down. He started a narration, which simple made my blood curdle in the beginning and thereafter run berserk and my pulse run amok.

The fellow was 22 years of age and lived in a happy family, alongwith his mother, father and one younger cousin brother, who was 20 years of age and was staying with them. Harking from a rural background, Salim’s younger cousin, in pursuance of his studies, had only one choice in the cruel faceless city but to stay with them.

Salim, was endowed with all the prerequisites of a good-looking person. He was blessed with curly black hair, en framing his cherubic countenance. His good looks bespoke loudly of the beauty of his parents, and as I was to find later, especially of his mother. The day was May 23rd, and it was his mom’s birthday. She had turned 44 years of age. The fellow had come back home early from college and found that his mother was not present at home. He thought, maybe she had gone out for some shopping. He went into his bedroom and started reading a novel. After about half an hour, he heard his mom’s voice. Thinking that she had come back, he went out of his room to ask her for some food. Salim could not find her, but he was certain that he had heard her voice. He was just passing his cousin brother’s room when he heard her again. This time he knew for sure that she was talking to him, in his room.

He was going to barge into his cousin’s room, when some dormant innate and atavistic instinct restrained him and prompted him to be silent and be more cautious in his approach. His progress was more wary and slightly opening the door, a crack, he was confronted with a site, which drained the blood from his face and catapulted him to another frame of mind. His dear dignified mother was bent forward, like a person kneeling in front of an altar, cowering down, having rested her fair rounded elbows on the backrest of his cousin brother’s bed. Her black attire, meant to cover her nakedness, was pulled up from her posterior. So was her petticoat pulled up and piled up on top of her rear mid torso. Her motherly fair posterior was blatantly exposed in all its gory nudity to the view of the fellow. I would take this opportunity to describe Salim’s mother, whom I came to know very intimately later on, to the dear reader, so that a lucid picture of the voluptuous lady, can be portrayed. As I came to know later, upon meeting with her, I saw that the lady, like the blessed few ones, one comes across rarely, had really aged beautifully, with stray streaks of laugh wrinkles around her large deep black eyes. Her eyebrows were arched up as arches and were proportionally graceful. Her countenance was generous, dignified, and especially with large opal clear eyes, she portrayed the perfect epitome of a motherly picture, who was caring sympathetic youthful and energetic. She was tall for an Indian woman, and had well endowed shapely breasts. The lady formed her hair on top of her well-formed head in the shape of a bun. The shape her breasts, traced on the brassiere, were the likes to make a full blooded male smack his lips in anticipation to suckle upon them. It also had an effect, so as to force one to twiddle his fingers in an effort to knead them thoroughly and simultaneously, like one does with wet flour while making roti. Twin pears were never so beautiful as the twin milky pendants that the amma nonchalantly carried along with her. Next, it was her beautiful navel. To the beholder, it was a smaller reflection and prelude to the grand mother cunt below. It had a special look to it, and seemed to smile at the onlooker, to tease him into a state of excitement. Salim’s mom had a narrow waist and a wide waist alongwith beautifully rounded apple shaped buttocks, which slightly bulged out due to her mothering of two babies. One could be transfixed by it’s looks and remain in a state of enrapture gazing and looking at them. Her upper thighs were well formed and were neither too thin nor were they too thick. The skin was smooth, devoid of any freckles or blemishes, and glowed like that of a healthy young well fed virgin girl in her teens. It had an ethereal waxy gloss to it, rarely visible in ammas of her age.

Salim’s younger cousin brother was present in the room, sitting behind his mother, and inspecting her puckered rear orifice at extreme close quarters. For doing so he had pried open and stretched her bared soft buttocks to delve deep into her (gaand) anus. In doing this, the flesh of the fair buttocks, had been immensely distended, exposing the shameful nadir of the woman’s orifices. At times, Salim’s cousin brother seemed to put his nose to the wrinkled aperture and smell her shameful anal orifice. Next, to Salim’s horror, he protruded his pointed red tongue to lick the cunt doing cunnilingus, which was visible below the anus. It looked like a well-oiled slit and had a shadow of froth oozing out from the deep recesses within. It was Salim’s birthplace, displayed to him, in the most shameful and unexpected of situations. His mother was getting all this done like a cow who is suckling her calf. She was in a state of rapture, and on all fours. Her choochi (Breasts) were dangling indecently like large bells. Salim’s cousin brother intermittently jingled the dangling well-sucked breasts of his mother, with his toes, imitating the act of ringing the bells of a temple, before entering the shrine. He was simultaneously paying obeisance and homage to the motherly choot with his fingers and young red tongue. Salim’s cousin was crouching down and had become gibbous in his posture, in his endeavor to suck the mother’s cunt and drink all the juice the lady was fondly offering to the boy. He was even touching his forehead to the woman’s choot, as if acknowledging his reverence to the aperture the lady was so shamelessly offering to him. Cunt juice was spattered and smeared all over the boy’s young and smiling face. Neither, of them had heard him nor were they expecting Salim back home so soon. Something in the manner of his younger brother displayed amply, to Salim, that he was used to this kind of bizarre relation, and servicing he extended to his dear mother. It was also lucid that he was the person who was in charge, of the woman, at that moment while doing it to the cowering amma. His younger cousin brother pointed a long steeple finger towards the kneeling mother’s shit orifice and said words, which were out rightly obscene and degrading. Salim heard his cousin brother saying" amma aapki gaand ki ched bahut sunder hai. Ladki ki choot jaisi lagti hai. Aaj isko bhi lund se chodenge. Amma hamari gandu aurat ban jana?. Parso Abba se gand marwaya tha, aaj main is tatti ke ched mein laude ka chodan ras pel doonga". Strangely, in response to the boy’s words, the woman smiled back, and entered upon an act, which he had never seen being done so shamelessly, that too by his dignified and otherwise decent and strict mom. Upon the command of his younger cousin brother, his mother started to display her versatility in controlling her anal muscles. She started by squeezing the sphincter muscle of her puckered and large anal orifice, and thereafter quickly expand it too, all in very quick succession. The whole act made her orifice look as if it were an animated gaping mouth. She was articulating the orifice, in a manner such that it appeared to the onlooker as if she was talking with Salim’s cousin brother with her anal lips. While enacting the said decadent action, the hole expanded in its bore size and she suddenly farted out aloud. It was a long resounding drone, somber, deep in depth and bass due to the volume of her petite belly above. It was punctuated in the middle with a seemingly thoughtful pause, and faded out with a staccato of smaller airy emissions at the end. It was lucid to Salim that his cousin brother was getting much fun out of this woman’s anal vocabulary. On finishing the rear monologue, Salim’s mother looked back coyly, over her shoulder, towards her young and virile lover and smiled shyly. The boy smiled back in approval of the mother’s decadent action, and heartily smelled the air vented out from the gaping rectum of the lovely mother.

The fellow’s narration was becoming too exciting for me, and I on my part, wanted instantly to make the most out of the present case. The narration about the woman and her shameful actions had fired my lust into a state of rage. I felt the need to visit the men’s room. On visiting the men’s room, I found out, that hearing to Salim’s shamefully exciting narration, the pre cum juices had welled up in shaft of my well-endowed lund. The seminal fluid had worked its way out through the eye of my penis and oozed out of the creased folds of the foreskin forming a slow dribble from the end. Stray clear strands, of the transparent sticky and slimy liquid, stuck to my white underpants, bearing a mute testimony, and attesting the effect, that Salim’s narration was having upon me.

Under the pretext, to judiciously solve Salim’s case at the earliest and to expedite the process, I asked the fellow to introduce me to his mother, upon which he readily agreed. I wanted to see as to how the nymph mom bore herself about her errands. My desire was piqued as to how she looked. It was amply apparent from the statement made by Salim, that his mother had a penchant for promiscuous and depraved sex, and at the same time, she was endowed with a high libido rate. Under the pretext to find out more about the case, I ordered a meeting with his family members to be arranged the very next day. I further coaxed Salim to continue with the statement, assuring him that on continuing to frankly disclose everything to me, I could pardon or wave off his otherwise imminent and due punishment, whatsoever it might be. Finding solace in my assurances, Salim continued with his shamefully depraved narration.

Salim stood transfixed at the door and seeing his naked mother infront of the boy, slowly his awe was overshadowed, by his innate sexual urges for the opposite sex. His mom after having displayed the versatility of her anal lips asked his younger cousin brother to suck the gash adjacent to the poop hole. His mother fucking kin immediately prostrated himself beneath the woman who was on all fours, like a cow, and sealed his pink young lips to the well used cunt slit of Salim’s mother. It looked as if the boy was drawing energy from the mother’s gaping gash. Oral service continued for about five minutes, and throughout the period the woman writhed in a rictus of pleasure. On finishing the unholy suckling, the oozing gash again came to Salim’s view. Salim, by now, had changed his position from the present door to that of the adjacent room, which had a common door in between. His organ had by now swelled up and had become horribly rigid. He slowly started massaging his organ while secretly viewing his mother being fucked. It was immensely exciting to Salim to see his mother’s gaand, anus and specially her bhosra. Salim was enthralled by the sex oozing out of his mother’s cunt, which had an air about it of having being thoroughly fucked by his abba. He knew which hole his abba had fucked hard, during his hay days, and had injected his lund juices, resulting in his birth. Next, his cousin kin, like a master commanding a kept, ordered the buxom woman, who happened to be his mother, to bring a piece of cake. His mother, after an initial hesitation, obeyed and obliged. While Salim’s mom went to fetch the cake, his cousin kin drew out his phallus from the recesses of his shorts and kept on stroking his obscene rampant lund. He had a large fat penis 9" long and heavy bollocks below. His penis was sheathed in thick skin, unlike that of Salim. Once he drew the foreskin back from the penis knob, the skin bundled up in the middle of the shaft. Thereby rendering it thicker in the mid section, an obvious pleasure to the voracious holes of his mother, which the boy obviously would be servicing soon. Once, the cake was brought, instead of eating it, the cousin brother pulled back the foreskin of his long fat cock and smeared the creamy topping of the cake on his slimy oozing erect phallus. He thereafter caught the beautiful hair of Salim’s mother and pulled her beautiful face toward his dangling cream smeared penis. The woman said" mujhe sharam aati hai main nahin choosongi", meaning I am feeling very ashamed to suck on this creamy cock. The words had little effect and went unnoticed, instead the boy smiled menacingly, thereafter brutally pulled the long hair of the half-naked woman, like a bridled horse’s leash. Salim was a helpless mute spectator to the young boy’s long penis dangling whitely smeared with cake cream, in front of his dignified mother’s face. Upon forcefully coaxing again, with eyes looking askew and down in mock shame, Salim saw his mother, take the well-endowed penis in her full lipped dignified mouth. Salim’s cousin brother said "happy birthday dear", and added, "you have just had your birthday cake". Salim saw his cousin produced a candle from the pocket of his shorts and unceremoniously thrust it into his mother’s oily anus. He lit the wick of the candle and thrust his phallus into his mother’s throat. Salim saw his mother and cousin were shamelessly enacting the birthday ceremony. Never had Salim seen a baby suckle milk as he saw his dear mother suckle frantically and fervently upon the fat penis of his cousin. The freshly sprouted pubic hair, framing his cousin fat penis, entered the motherly lips, producing an exciting aura, charged with the extreme sexually depraved appeasement possible. He saw his mother was shaking her penis impaled mouth like that when a dog does in mouthing a large bone. Spittle oozed from the frothing red lips of his mother and dribbled down her shapely fair chin. His mother seemed to be frantic to extract the cousin’s elixir, to drink and consume it. Salim said,"Sir meri amma lauda choosti hai, maine dekha unko bhai ka chooste sir." He saw the boy’s crises seemed to be well in the offing. Once or twice, he heard and saw his younger cousin brother suddenly pull out his penis from his mother’s mouth with a sudden jerk. The result was a loud audible and clear popping sound, resembling the noise produced on uncorking a tight bottle. On loosing the lund, from her mouth, his mother became impatient and strove hard to reinstate the status coup immediately.

Salim’s cousin brother smiled at his mother and spoke out loud and clear " amma mera lund tasty hai naa?". The mother instantly shook her well-formed head in affirmation and added "beta apni amma ko apni laude ki chaasni pila doo please". The younger brother was a well-versed artiste in the art of protracted copulation and was well aware of all the intricacies and nuances of the act. He instantly denied the request of relinquishing his baby making juices, from the distended hole on his penis head, into the suckling mouth of Salim’s mother. Copious amount of pre cum was amply visible on the sucked cock head, but they were not enough to satiate the thirst of the voracious motherly mouth.

Salim’s brother pulled out the fat cock from his mom’s mouth, and stood up on the bed. He looked like a Greek deity of sex, with his erect phallus pointing accusingly, like a staff, toward the matured woman. It seemed to be saying, you are my randi and I am going to teach you a lesson amma. To add to the depravity, the boy ordered Salim’s mummy to get down from the bed and dance provocatively with splayed thighs and buttocks. " naach bhosriwali apni chudi bhosra ko deekha deekha kar aur teri gaand bhi deekhana mat bhoolna varna chodoonga nahin". The mother obediently climbed down from the bed like a slave and immediately stood on the floor and splayed her glossy thick thighs, jerking her gaping choot sporadically into the gaze of her young lover. She started to murmur slowly " lo beta apni amma ka bhosra dekh low. Isi ko Salim ke abba chodte hain, abb tum jawan ho tum bhi isko chodo aur pelo. Mere bhosra mein moot dena. Main tumse mohabbat karne lagi hun.Humko apni lund ke ras se seech do. Mere pet mein apna lund ka ras jama kar do. Salim ke abba mein ab takat kum hone lagi hai, choochi dabate hi jhad jate hain. beta tum meri jum kar besharam chudai keya karo, tumhari amma jaisi hun. Humse biwi chodna seekh low. Jab shaadi hogi tub tak humko chodte raho beta. Tumhari gulami likh doongi. Meri bhosre ki khujli aur gannd ke pyas bujha do." Salim heard his mother amply satiated the boy’s male ego and he started to stroke his lund. This degrading act continued for two to three minutes, after which the boy led her forcibly into the attached toilet. The boy really had eclipsed the woman’s heart, for it seemed to Salim that his mother had vanquished all shame and dignity to possess the physical love making by his younger cousin brother. He made Salim’s mother sit on the raised water closet and coaxed her to pee. "mooto amma mere chehre par. Mooth bhosriwali varna teri gand par laath maroonga." Moments later, golden yellow urine shot forth from the motherly choot right into the face of the waiting boy, who had seated himself on the toilet floor in close proximity of the hissing cunt. The boy opened his young mouth to taste the pungent urine shooting out of the mother’s well-fucked choot. Having drunk a bit of the cunt nectar, he stood up and pulled back the foreskin from his sheathed and already well-sucked penis, baring the pink knob of his lund. Next in turn, he reciprocated and shot a thick stream of his yellow urine right onto Salim’s mum’s fair and beautiful face and hair. The lady let the boy wash her face with his piss.

The women in mock surprise opened her beautiful mouth, thereby forming a perfect faucet to receive the urine the boy was voiding. The boy shouted aloud "amma pee lo mere laude ka paani, abba ka raat ko peena aur mujhe batana kiska jada tasty hai". Salim’s mother regularly indulged herself in sucking her husband’s penis after he has pissed thereby cleaning his lund and tasting her husband’s urine. Salim told me that he was surprised next when his mother again farted aloud and started shitting into the latrine pot. Her face and hair were totally wet and smeared with the boy’s piss. And here she was shamelessly shitting in front of him. Loud farts intermittently punctuated her shitting. Having finished her shitting, Salim’s saw his brother help his chodasi mom to get down from the latrine seat and clean herself. Bending forward, he fingered his mother’s shit smeared orifice and poured water on it to clean it and do the ablution. From the material she had voided from her motherly anus, it was amply visible that the orifice of her anus could stretch tremendously. The piece of shit lying in the bottom of the latrine seat, was at least 3 inches in diameter. Salim’s realised that his loving mother was thoroughly fucked by his father, as far as her shithole was concerned, in such a manner that it had become as good as a 14-year old girl’s choot. He confessed to me that his mother was a "gaandu aurat".

Friends, I am a connoisseur of fucking the rear orifice of a clean healthy woman, alongwith the front one, and believe me friends at times it is more satisfying and pleasurable to anally impale a woman. The sweet pain in the anus of the woman is addictive to her. Many a times the women I have obliged anally, after an initial teething problem of no no, have requested me to service their rear orifice again and again. The taste is akin to liking bitter chocolate. Getting hooked to it means preferring bitter chocolate instead of sweet chocolate. Anal sex provides me too with the taste of fucking a very young tight girlie choot. It provides me with the prerogative to ask the anally impaled woman, who generally happens to be mothers of my acquaintances, to adjust the tightness of their rear aperture, sheathing my lund, to my liking. Moreover, I have the freedom to ejaculate inside her person, sealing my ties with her, like a husband does in a woman’s cunt on the marriage night. Moreover, this I can do without a condom, and without the fear of making her pregnant. She can visit the latrine and eject the anally injected love juices at her will. An elderly woman who fell in deep love with me, after being anally ravaged by me, used to keep my love juices in her motherly tummy overnight, just as a loving gesture from her side. She being my friend’s mother loved to provide me with all that I desired of her when my friend’s father was away. Anyway, that is a different story. Friends, to my mind, a grownup woman’s adjustable anus, on being impaled with a fat lund, provides the same pleasure which an innocent tight girlie cunt can impart. I have tasted the virgin apertures of quite a few well fucked mothers, with my lund, having more than one children, to know this fact. They have confessed in private that by poking and irrigating their shit passage with my lund juices I have opened new vistas of sexual experiences for them. Now, rather than considering their anus as a voiding portal only, they have learnt to extract extreme pleasure from the otherwise virgin aperture.

After having cleaned themselves, the couple came back into the room where they prostrated themselves on the bed. Taking a firm grip of his lund the boy climbed up onto the belly of Salim’s mother. His mother, with a mock shy look, was behaving as a girl on her first date. The boy positioned himself in-between the thighs of the elderly woman, and impaled her gaping cunt hole with his young and virile lund. He shoved his lund into his mom’s distended choot. Salim could see some juicy emissions come out from his mothers impaled choot. The conjugation point was very exciting as one could see young flesh permeate the fucked flesh of his mother’s choot. The woman became ecstatic on being impaled and intoned " chod apni mummy ko. Apna laude ka doodh pel de amma ki chudi bhosre me. Salim ke abba bhi apni lund ka doodh isi me jama karte hai.Beta apni biwi ko bhi aise hi chodna. Magar dekhna hamari choot ka zaika hamesha behtar hi lagega".

Salim could hardly believe that his mom could utter such filth. At the same time, he was excited to see his mother enjoying the fucking which she was being subjected to and getting from his shameless virile cousin brother. Seeing all this, Salim had started to shag in earnest by now. His only problem was that he had no foreskin on his cock, therefore he found masturbating a tedious job. The impaled choot of his mother showed all the signs of tremendous excitement as Salim could see a dense frothing foam forming at the place where his mother and boy were joined in unholy commune. Every time his brother took a stroke in his mom’s chubby swollen cunt, a bit of the frothy fluid flowed down the ravine of her big buttocks toward her now shriveled and wrinkled shithole. There was the telltale wet smacking sound in the room produced due to the fucking of the well-used chubby oozing motherly cunt with the lauda of a virile young boy. From time to time, his brother intoned excitedly with clenched teeth " low amma apni beta ka juice pet me le lo. Mujhe aapne husband bana diya. Chudai sekha diya amma. Ab mainaapko chodunga nahin aur aapki gaand ka ched loonga" Salim’s brother slid out his penis from his mother’s foaming choot and brutally turned her over on her belly. His rampant cock stood at an oblique angle pointing towards the woman’s tummy, saying as if, I will enter you from the anal portals. Holding down his hard lund, the boy prodded and located the shithole of Salim’s mother, who was in a state of pleasant ecstatic trance. The head of the slimy cock distended the anus of his mother and as soon as he impaled the mother, through the smelly orifice, she cried out in pain. "meri tatti ka chend ko buksh do beta please. Kal pakhana karne mein bahut darad hoga. Beta gand phat jaigi". Salim’s cousin brother, oblivious of a woman’s pain on anal intercourse, started jerking in and out of the tight hole. His mother’s fucked cunt hole was brimming up to the lid with the fuck juices emitted by her and her lover and looked like a mouth full of saliva. Salim’s brother started to fuck her in earnest now and started thumping the mom’s soft belly, as if it were a drum. This was done to create a crescendo and pitch coaxing to form a rhythm, while enjoying the softness and grip of her milking anus, wrapped tightly around his fat mom fucking lund. After about 20 minutes, of anally ravaging and enjoying his mother’s anus, his cousin brother pulled out a flaccid lund. It was apparent that the chodu lund had vomited its baby making juices into his motherly belly via the shit tube. The extrication from the intertwined state brought to view a new looking hole, namely the now ravaged and distended shithole of his mother. It resembled a veritable large puncture lurking amidst the big buttocks of the woman. An audible "plop" resounded in the room, proclaiming a grand finale to the chudai this mother had been subjected to. From all that she had undertaken, and had had to bear, she was visibly shaking. Large globules of the boy’s baby making juices came out of Salim’s mother’s shit hole. She smiled at the boy, and thanked him on having blessed her with such copious baby juice emissions in her anus. Salim’s mom was shamefully fucked up. She was not in a position even to stand. After 10 minutes the throbbing in her fucked shit hole subsided into a sweet pain which reached the deepest recesses of her body as a tremor. Salim’s cousin brother, climbed down from the conjugation bed, brought his limp cock in front of his mom’s nose and made her smell his lund. Salim’s mom smiled and she had a satisfied dazed look in her eyes. She moved and prostrated herself at the feet of the boy and kissed his feet. A film of juices and sex was spattered on his pubic hair and bending down he kissed the lips of the prostrated woman. There was total harmony and understanding in their actions. Opening the mouth of the woman the cousin spat into her mouth and made her drink it. "amma ab decent ban jao warna Salim ghar aa jaega. Amma kal aapki choot mein mutenge. Aaj raat ko abba se chudwa lena. Agar baccha thahar gaya to abba suspicious nahin honge".

I met the woman the next day and now we have an intimate relationship amongst ourselves. Salim out of jealousy had hit his mother’s fucker. Now he too is servicing her under my tutelage. The escapades I had with them are a long story of orgy and incest love. I promise to pen it down next time, provided I get to know the response from the reader. The story is partly true, as there is a woman the likes of whom I have penned down to the reader. To divulge the identity of the woman shall not be judicious on my part so we shall continue calling her Salim’s mom.

Salim later found out that the boy whom he thought to be his cousin brother was actually the child of his father’s friend. The reasons were unknown to him but one thing Salim had noticed that his younger cousin brother had a large foreskin on his penis. He surely could not be his cousin brother, as he Salim had no foreskin. This boy was fucking his mother in every hole and still it was not inbreeding. It really was best of both the worlds. She got all the fun of incest, and still it was not.Salim’s cousin brother came out of the room, a decent quiet boy looking timidly towards his mother for guidance. Salim knew better, he wanted to share the pleasure of his younger brother. That is another story. I am a resident of Barabanki near Lucknow in northern India, with a fair exposure to the promiscuous world and a flair for promiscuous imagination. Women who reside nearby, belonging from well to do families, and in need of a short time relationship, and who are serious to get in touch with me and exchange their fantasies or maybe more, can mail me on