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- Sep- 2026 -24 SeptemberIncest
Three Mothers, One Secret
The Ganga was already rising when the three of them first walked into Banaras Hindu University as students. Late July. Heat sat on Hanuman Gali like a wet cloth. The air tasted of river, incense, and diesel. First-year BCom. Same faculty. Same mess. Same lane they had never really left. They had grown up in three houses standing in a row off a quiet gali behind the main road. White walls, inner courtyards, first-floor balconies close enough that a voice carried without being raised. Upper middle class. Family businesses. Enough money that no one announced it, enough order that the…
- 19 SeptemberAnal
What the Night Made Us: Three Brother’s in Dilemma
At twenty-six, Sanjay had learned that adulthood was mostly pretending you knew where you were going. The trick worked surprisingly well. Wear an ironed shirt. Keep two credit cards in your wallet. Complain about taxes. Answer your mother’s calls with haan, Maa, kha liya. Post photographs from office parties where everyone held glasses they did not particularly enjoy drinking from. People assumed you had a plan. Sanjay had none. At 8:17 on a humid Saturday evening, he stood outside a small hotel near Boring Road in Patna with a backpack over one shoulder and watched an auto-rickshaw fight unsuccessfully with…
- 19 SeptemberIncest
Mummy’s Situation
I still hear the cooker. That is the thing about our house. Even when I am on the tenth floor of the bank with a glass wall behind me and Pune burning white outside, some part of me is still in Aundh, listening for the second whistle. It means she is there. It means the kitchen is hers. It means the day has a centre. My name is Arun, and I have spent twenty-seven years pretending I do not notice the centre. Thursday began like every other Thursday that wants to trick you. Light through the mango leaves. Dust on…
- Aug- 2026 -7 AugustIncest
Sibling Secrets: Chandigarh Nights
The heavy, suffocating humidity of the Chandigarh afternoon pressed against the glass windows, making the air inside feel impossibly thick. Vyom paced the small living room of his apartment. The humid air hung in the room, matching the suffocating, anxious weight in his chest. Well, for a few more minutes, this space was his alone. Just two weeks ago, not even a month after he had moved into this place on his own for his third year of college, his parents happily informed him that his elder sister, Urvin, was moving in. She had somehow managed to get a waiver…
- Jul- 2026 -22 JulyIncest
Mummy’s Photoshoot – A real Story
In the bustling heart of Patna, where the mighty Ganges flows with timeless grace and the streets hum with the energy of ancient traditions meeting modern ambitions, lived the Sharma family—a portrait of warmth, aspiration, and quiet complexities. At the center of this household stood Meera Sharma, 41 years old, a woman whose life had gracefully transitioned from the spotlight to the hearth. Once a passionate student at a renowned drama school in Delhi, where she honed her skills in expressive arts and theatrical performances, Meera now channeled her creative soul as a respected classical dance teacher. Her days were…
- 22 JulyIncest
An incident with my Mummy
In the heart of Pune’s pulsating nightlife, where the city’s youthful energy collided with the sultry allure of neon-drenched streets, a new chapter began under the veil of celebration and unspoken desires. The air was thick with the scent of spilled whiskey, sizzling street food from nearby vendors, and the faint undertone of monsoon rain that had just kissed the asphalt. It was a night that promised more than just revelry—a night where old bonds would deepen, secrets would simmer just beneath the surface, and the lines between friendship, family, and forbidden temptation would begin to blur in the most…
- 22 JulyIncest
My Mummy Kalpana from Instagram to Bed
Chapter 1: The Homecoming – A Slow Awakening Keshav Rao stepped out of the arrival gate at Pune’s Lohegaon Airport carrying only a small backpack. At 27, he looked every inch the successful young banker — tall, broad-shouldered from consistent gym work, sharp features, neatly styled hair, and the quiet, slightly tired air of someone who had been working long hours in Bangalore to bury something. Three weeks earlier his girlfriend had ended their relationship. The split had been clean but left him hollow in a way he hadn’t expected. In the days that followed he had made a deliberate,…
- 19 JulyIncest
The Son’s Pubic Itch
In the dusty, mango-scented lanes of Mohanpur — a small, sleepy town in central Uttar Pradesh — life followed the same rhythm for generations. The temple bell rang at dawn, the government school whistle blew at eight, and by nine at night most houses had already switched off their lights. It was the kind of place where everyone knew whose son had scored what in the boards, whose daughter was getting married, and whose family was struggling to pay the electricity bill. In this world lived three boys who had become something rarer than brothers. Divyansh was eighteen, tall and…
- 19 JulyIncest
Yes, Our Sisters are Horny too !!!
Lucknow had always been a city of contrasts — its old nawabi grace lingering in the narrow lanes, and its restless youth crowding coaching centers, cyber cafés, and tea stalls, chasing dreams of a more secure tomorrow. In one such corner of the city stood a modest duplex house in a quiet colony, where the Sharma family lived. Akshay, at twenty-eight, carried both the weight of responsibility and the impatience of youth. He had just completed his master’s degree in Political Science, but life had offered him no time to rest. Preparing for competitive exams during the day, he also…
- 12 JulyIncest
Fucking Mummy with Aunt’s Help
In the glittering expanse of Bangalore’s Whitefield, where the city’s relentless ambition meets pockets of refined luxury, stood our upscale gated community — a world of manicured lawns, sparkling swimming pools, and towering apartments that housed the city’s successful professionals. The Sharma family had carved out a comfortable life here, far from our ancestral roots in Punjab, yet deeply connected to the traditions that shaped us. We were a picture-perfect North Indian upper-middle-class household: modern in our aspirations, traditional in our values, and quietly prosperous enough to enjoy the finer things — weekend brunches at five-star hotels, annual family vacations,…
- Apr- 2026 -28 AprilCuckold
My ultimate lust on my crush
So this is on my crush subhadra, I’m amit age 22 she of the same age . She is a slim figure girl with 5’3 small height. I find her attractive because she is small cute but has very thin legs and a round big a*s.we are just normal friends Once we were traveling together in bus she felt sleepy and kept her head on my shoulders damm I liked the feeling she was wearing a thin brown tshirt as she feel asleep on my shoulders I could clearly see her br@ straps but as her head tilted towards me…
- Jan- 2026 -21 JanuaryCheat
The Starving Housewife – 127 (FINAL)
Thank you for all your messages, please read the previous part ( The Starving Housewife – 126) so you can enjoy this better. Now let’s continue Kamal stood frozen boiling with rage but at the same time he felt defeated and guilty. Sabitri calling Dada who was her dad’s age as her husband in front of him was the last nail in his relationship. He realized Sabitri was too far gone… and probably never coming back… now he had lost her for good. Sabitri commanded “Kamal now what are you waiting for? Are you going to give us some privacy…