Basement Love

It was a moment I will never forget back in the late 80’s. I was in my mid teens reaching adulthood. I was going through a phase. I had been adopted by this family 7 years earlier. I had grown close to the woman I would come to call my mother. Though not blood related.

Indian Mom: The Lesson

Indian Mom: The Lesson, Indian incest stories.. It had been three months since that erotic incident where my maid had helped satisfy mother’s longing desire ( Indian Mom: Mother and son develop a relationship). We never got a chance to discuss the incident due to my exams. It was another weekend, when I found mother