Incest Hindi Teacher Turned Anal Trainer for mom

[Bloody Baskar]

My name is Suresh, and this is a story about my family—the small world we live in and the quiet spaces that often say more than words. I’m nineteen, currently pursuing my engineering degree, with an athlete’s build shaped by routine, discipline, and restlessness. We’re an upper-middle-class family, but our house never feels crowded. It’s just my mother, Sumathi, who is forty—graceful, striking, and strong in ways that don’t always announce themselves—me, our dog who understands our moods better than people do, and our maid who knows the rhythm of our daily lives.
My mother runs a restaurant, though she manages it mostly from home, handling calls, decisions, and responsibilities from a distance, much like my father does with us. My father, Sekar, is forty-nine and works abroad, and his absence has slowly become part of our routine. Some families are loud and full; ours is silent, steady, and held together by habits, memories, and waiting.
On my daily journey back home from college by local train, I formed an unexpected friendship with a man named Raj. He was about forty, well-built and fit, with a calm presence that made people trust him easily. He taught Hindi and practiced yoga, carrying a discipline in both his words and movements. What began as casual conversations during the commute slowly grew into something familiar. I later discovered that he lived just two streets away from my home—a coincidence that felt small at the time, but wasn’t. I didn’t know then that this chance meeting would matter, that Raj would become the most important person in my story, and the quiet hero I never saw coming.



Curious and wanting to improve my Hindi, I decided to take lessons from Raj and started going to his home for tuition. He taught patiently and clearly, making the lessons easy to follow, and I quickly found myself learning more than just the language. Each session felt comfortable and familiar, and our casual friendship slowly began to take on a quiet rhythm, woven into the everyday lives we were already living so close to each other.


Just before the weekend, we were traveling together on the local train, and it was unusually crowded that day. Raj was standing very close to me, and as the crowd pressed in, he gently guided me toward the side seats to make space and keep me steady. Because of the crowd, I turned slightly in the opposite direction, and he ended up standing very close behind me. The closeness felt sudden and a little unsettling, though I couldn’t immediately understand why. It was brief, but it left me feeling uneasy, a strange mix of curiosity and discomfort.

That time i feel his dick bulged in his pants and pushing me, my heart beat raised and am sweating by feeling his cock in my ass i just turn and see him,he casually look asides,again he push his dick in my butt again i look him he smiled and push me now he get his hands front side and grab my dick over my pants,am speechless and i love that. Am a straight guy but this made me feel strange. Within 5 minutes


When our station arrived, we both got off the train and started walking toward home, which was just a short distance away. Outside the station, the road split into three directions. Raj needed to go straight, and I had to take the west side. I waved goodbye, and he smiled in return before heading his way while I turned toward mine.



Give ur feedback friends ,may i continue this or not

[RajV]

Looks like a intresting start, hope to read more

[mr.commenter]

Interesting

[Davit]

Maa cheler golpo din