Fantasy GENDER ROLE REVERSAL STORIES

[Daredevil320]

Please add khatun begun chapter with her four ***** wives

[ashishrajan]

that part I will write later. I have another story where a single biker mother marries his son's friend and makes him as her wife, her son marries his friend's sister. if interested I will post. it is written. Shalu Bipasha story will be boring, only one two sex scenes I can describe. but I think single mother story will post next. waiting for your reply

[Daredevil320]

Ok your story is superb... Bipasha and shalu part begining is outstanding ... Bipasha current part is above average

[Daredevil320]

Please upload biker mom married her son friend story

[ashishrajan]

I am Satish, 18 year old, doing B.Tech in small private college, 5 ft 7 inch height. My mother is Rekha Raghavan 38 year old, 5 ft 7 inch height, fair complexion. She is pretty attractive and plump, fleshy bulky stomach. She always wears white plain saree with full white blouse and white petticoat. She covers her body well, petticoat tied just below to blouse covering stomach, she wears spectacles her hair is long to hips but she always makes it a bun covered with a white cloth. She never makes any makeup or puts jewellery ever. I have never seen them in my life. More over she lives like a widow having no joy in life, dress like Brahmakumaris. I never knew about my father, in child I raised the question but Mom was silent, now I left the question. Why would I bother , when I get a monthly pocket money of 40000 rs with a nice KTM bike and no one to keep a tab on me and my spending. Thats true I rarely meet with my mother when i attained age 6 started to go to college. In childhood also one Bai remains permanently to take care of me. Bai name is Kamala Visht, she from Gauhati Assam, she belongs to tribal family, she is small dark complexion skinny. Her current age is 42, mom calls her Didi always. She cooks , does house hold chores. She never speaks to me. So i am free of my own. We live in outskirt of Gawhati, Assam. It is a duplex house having 5 bedroom, one for my mom, one for me and one for Kamala. No other guests I hardly recollect. Few times some of mom’s colleague came but for short talk. Neighbors also rarely come as mom rarely stays at home. So aloofness and distance between mom and me made me carefree punk hassle free delinquent.
I do not know what mom does. She leaves before i wake up which is 10 am and when she returns i do not know, i spend my weekend whole night partying, mom goes for work everyday, most of time she stays outside for 1 month or more. Official driver allotted to her with old jeep making noise for bringing to and fro. She spends her time in home studying something. She talks very gently sweetly. Never seen her getting angry. Whether municipality not collecting waste, drain jam, Kamala not cooking properly she always calm and cool. In Sundays when she is on holiday( some Sundays not all), she wakes up, do worship to Gods, she gently wakes me up with a kiss. She cleans house cooks food taking long time. I admit her cooking best than any 5 star hotels, she serves food to me and Kamala. Kamala being maid also treated as family member, she does not do any work on Sundays. She also eats in dining table. After we eat mom have food. In evening mom cares my studies tells me old boring moral stories for 1 hour which I have no interest for. Except food it is boring Sunday, i am not much sport enthusiastic but love bike riding.


From teenage I mixed up local boys gang, drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes, luckily no one had exposure to drugs. Around 12 boys formed a biker gang chilling out, bunking class, going to wine shops and mostly passing lewd comments to girls, newbies. In our batch there is a androgynous guy Madan, he is our prey. We taunt him. Poke him in class, he was our class topper too so we had jealousy and grudge. His body was feminine, slim fair hairless.

One day our gang roaming on road, a college girl was walking, we passed dirty comments on her figure. A public bus was coming, we left the place. That night I got drunk heavily and returned home. Mom was sitting on front room. I just ignored her, I could not walk single step , vomited on floor , slept on it. Next day noon I woke up. Mom was sitting besides me, my head was on her lap. She cleaned my face with pallu, I saw vomiting substances on her saree.

Mom,” Babu wake up, go freshen up. I will prepare breakfast for you, i will change my clothes.”
With guilty face i freshened myself. Kamala came offering me ironed clothes.

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Kamala,” chhota babu why are you drinking so much. Rekha was not sleeping whole night, she was crying, you slept whole night on her lap, she did not shift her body not to discomfort your sleep. Just care for her.”

I looked her angrily and told her being maid she should not cross her limits. My mom came with breakfast, it was dosa with mutton keema. Mom is a strict vegeteranian but she cooks non veg for me.mom told me to sit on bed. She sat besides me and fed me with her own hands.

Mom,” Babu, being in bad friend was bad for you like a rotten apple destroys whole apples. It is still time to focus on studies. It is character matters most. I have seen you commenting that girl on road. I was in that bus, what will i feel suppose some one pass lewd comment to me. I am a woman myself. Treat everyone well. Kamala didi is not my maid, i treat her as my didi, for her i can do my job and feed you.
So i begged her to always call me in my name, as no one is close to me except you and kamala. She gives me sisterly feelings a family i ever got. “


I anger,” why should you bother about me.”

Mom in teary eyes,”I know it is my fault, you never got mother’s love you had to, i was busy at job. Please forgive me for my faults. Punish me, beat me hurt me till your satisfaction , but never hurt yourself by doing illegal immoral deeds, it will kill me.”
In anger i ,” then die and go to hell, you have no right to be my mom.” I picked my bike keys and burst out of room. In evening i came without drinking and had dinner with mom and kamala. Mom was feeling satisfied.

Not to create emotional issue I started to bunk classes, had drink and smokes in morning with my friends and when i return to home evening everything seems normal. We changed our gathering point different from earlier route, continuing old habits. One day mom asked me to take her principal’s office, which i agreed reluctantly. Principal complained mom about my absenteeism and abusing of Madan college topper. Mom pleaded principal that these things will never occur, she showed her helplessness being single mother and her lack of love to me. Even teachers showed sympathy to me , verbally admonishing my mom. Mom listened all with heavy heart she sat on my bike, i drove KTM. It was complete silent from both side. Night mom prepared food and again advised me, being merciless i just ignored her words. Mom said she now will reduce my monthly pocket money to 20000 from 40000. It was still sufficient for me, as my monthly expense was 15000 and rest was spent on biker gangs.


Everyday does not remain same. Once i commented a girl in alone, she happened to be girlfriend of rival bigger notorious biker gang leader. I was watching a porn secretly in laptop. Mom was studying, a roar
of bikes, there were 30 bikes, one bike it was leader with his girlfriend, behind him 5 more bikers had their girlfriends, rest 24 had some single bikers or double bikers. Guys had tattoos all over bodies, leader was 6ft 5 inch giant muscular, a knife was on his waist, biker knuckles, bracelet with leather jackets marked scorpion over human skull. They started abusing me with lewd rowdy remarks, abusive languages. I was shaking in fear. Mom came outside asked why they were abusing her son. Leader,” your son is showing his manhood to my girlfriend passing comments. If he is such a biker then just contest with me, if he loses i will rip his tongue from his mouth.” I came outside and asked mom to go inside which she refused. I agreed to challenge the leader. Mom said she will accompany me. I refused, but she
was adamant. She snatched my bike key and told me in one condition she will allow only if she accompanies me. All gang member laughing saying Mama’s boy, pussy, tranny, faggot, sissy hiding in mama’s porsche.

Mom,” i am not prohibiting you taking participation in challenge, after all you deserve that treatment for a girl, now your chance to show yourself as man enough. Being mom i want to see your manliness taking a challenge. I am encouraging you. I am a proud mom of my proud son.”


Her words gave me confidence and i agreed to take her with me.

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Race will be 180 km outside city along a jungle on rough terrain 30 km, on highway 80 km, on hill road
70 km. It is one way trip end in a village. Anyone can ride bike, pilions allowed, even pilions can ride, so rules were framed to suit them as pilion will lessen the tired. Leader chose single, other pilions. I feared may be they could physically harm me, but mom hold my hand, her hand were like pillar of assurance. But at high speed how will mom sit in my pilion. Mom adjusted her saree pleats rolling in one side like Marathi queens did, she sat my pilion and bikes zoomed for race. Initially in national highway it was smooth all were near to each other, then came hill road, i lost confidence, my bike slowed down to
30km/hr. Mom asked why we slowed, i was nervous seeing height and lost confidence, i started crying
stopping bike, i could see other bikes zooming over 70km/hr crossing 3 mountain roads nearly 20 km ahead of me. I stopped bike holding my stomach started to cry feeling sorry for me and mom.

Mom,” the rule says pilion can ride correct, give me keys, i will ride.” Smilingly with calm and serenity in face.

I,” but mom you have never rode one.”
Mom,” do not judge a book just by its cover, you will know me better, afterall you are my sweet son , i do not want you without tongue how would you taste my food, for whom i will cook.”

I,” mom be serius, i have lost the race.”

Mom,” no until you reach destination it is chance.”

Mom removed her saree, she was in petticoat blouse, as usual full petticoat and blouse. I 1st time saw massive breasts hidden inside her blouse. She ripped her petticoat apart just like skirt, her massive white milky calves visible, a long petticoat on bike like KTM will give aerodynamic disadvantage at high speed in curvy terrains. She tied my body with her back using torn petticoat and saree, I hold her soft bulky fleshy stomach tightly, like a mother ties her child on her back she did same. She started bike , with a zoom she accelerated at high speed, i closed my eyes, hugging her tightly. She rode around
100km/hr, her knees nearly touching ground on curve of hills, on her back she was supporting a guy her son of weight 70kg. In 45 minutes we crossed other bikers, i could not see expression of them at high speed, i opened my eyes when we reached jungle path, i had a lot of words in my mind but feeling ashamed to utter a word, in jungle speed was 70km/hr over rough patches, crossing a small stream. I was feeling cool bridge, mentally tired making me sleepy, i just felt like Rani Laxmi Bai carrying her son on horse. What my mom is still shocking me. I could not see her expression. Finally we reached at destined village, it was a small one only 10 houses , too much apart. Mom took her saree and wore it again, disappointing me again.

Mom put the bike in central stand, she was smiling,” how my Babu is feeling now after winning race.” Before I could utter any word mom put her hand on my mouth,” shhhh, just enjoy the victory, i know
you have a lot of question, words but please keep that inside till home. At home you will get answer.”

I saw Madan infront of house, he was wearing nighty, he feared me, but i smiled and waved him back.
I,” hi, Madan, how are you, why you are here.” Madan” fine , I live here, it is my house.” Mom,” do you know him.”
I,” he is our class topper , a gem in class.”

Mom,” really, nice to meet you Madan. I am his mom.”

Madan,” namaste aunty, you are nice biker. Satish you have cool mom.” Mom,” no every mom in world is cool.”
I,” thats true, you should never go against them.” All laughed, it eased tension of Madan.

Madan,” where are my manners , please come inside.” I,” but what about race mom.”
Mom,” we already won, when they will reach here they will understand. They are 3 hour behind us
based on their speed, lets take some rest here, after the gangs reach here we can return with your pride.”

We entered Madan’s house, it was two room, kitchen outside house, it was chawl. Madan’s mom called inside about us. Madan informed her being his friend. She said ok. Madan served us tea with flaked rice as snacks. I understood the difficulty he was studying, frequent coughing from inside conveyed his
mother is ill. I felt guilty as despite money i was wasting and who is in need was in constant abused by me. I called madan to one corner,whispered,” i am sorry madan, please forgive me, do not mention about my behaviour to my mom, i promise i will be a good friend of yours.” Saying i quickly touched his feet as repentence of sin. He picked me whispered,” if i will tell my abuses then mom will die from shock than fever. Rest assured.”

Mom,” Madan who else in your family.”

Madan,” Madam my elder sister who studies in arts college and sells her paintings , she is only source of our income and my ailing mother.”


Mom,” call me Rekha Madan, treat me as friend no aunty , no madam.” Madan,” ok madam, sorry Rekha.”
Mom,” thats better, now listen to my suggestion as a friend, you have to stay in my house, it is large
enough, so you can save your hostel and fooding expense. Babu means Satish will drop you in bike, atleast with your effect he can improve his grades and dropping and bringing you in college means he will be regular in class, only this I want in return. Its order of a friend. I do not like listening no except my son, he is such a spoilt brat.”

Madan” I will ask my mom.”

Mom,” no need I had talked to her, she is ready, more over you can bring her to my house for doctor’s treatment.”

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After 1 hour Madan went for cook. Mom said it is her duty. Mom cooked rice dal vegetables in earthenware chullah. It was tasty. Madan changed into salwar did evening puja to holy basil.


Mom,” dress is not a matter, i know you are feeling guilty but lack of money made you to wear your sister and mom’s cloth. Its your characteristics that is importance not your appearance and strength.”

Mom was right. After 3 hour biking group reached, only 5 bikes reached, others may got flat tyre in jungle or lost path or fuel empty condition. They started again abusing, mom me confronted them, saying it was as per rule set by them too. They could not digest the defeat. They got more angry, the leader lost his control, with spiked knuckle he tried to punch me, i was struck as dumb, only few inches away from my eyes his knuckle stopped, it was mom who was holding his hand tightly , she was fuming in anger. She removed her saree , gave me and told me to run inside, she locked the door outside, she loosened her two front blouse buttons, loosened her hair. Came roaring to guys,” you tried to hurt my heart, pupil of my eye, my life, you will see wrath of mother a nature of woman you rarely see.” 9 guys surrounded her with stick , knife, knuckle, chain. All tried attack simultaneously. Mom sat suddenly on ground with a proper split. Split showed her muscular milky thighs. She grabbed feet of two men tossed them on air. Now she jumped on air giving a bicyle kick to a guy knocking him out. She hardened her arms her blouse torn apart, omg it was a massive 20 inch thick bicep with a tattoo of two scorpions surrounding a snake. She punched two guys quickly knocked them out. Her hair was on constant rotation obstructing view of attackers , she was rotating too fast , carrying a massive body at high speed rotation was amazing. No doubt the 7 guys knocked out in just 2 minute, the 2 guys fled the place leaving their bikes. Mom after knocking them out got cool, she drank some water, she cared for her attackers, she lifted them all and brought to verandah, where she poured water to them, fed them some
lemon water. After 20 minutes all woke with swollen eyes, face broken teeth. They were still fearing. The leader was trembling. Mom assured them she is no harm and advised them to carry on good works,
use bike to spread good messages to society, do not give up riding bike, encourage other females to ride bike like mother sister wife, empower them. Mother opened door, i came outside, gangs apologized me
, i also did same for my past action commenting on women. We hugged each other. The gang left
leaving one bike .


Madan was shocked seeing fight of mom, his eyes wide open,” you are truly amazing madam.” Mom marked her hands towards him,” it is rekha , or friend nothing else.”
I,” Mom are you my friend.” Mom,” ofcourse i am.”
I,” can I call you Rekha.”




Mom,” no, i like mom word only from you, no body has that right.”

I hugged Mom,” I love you mom, I am proud of you, i am sorry for my behavior.” Mom too cried, a strong body calm mind can cry for love I could understood.”
Mom asked saree to wear. Madan gave Mom white colour saree as his mom was widow wears only
white saree. Mom,” white is my favorite.”

Mom again whispered in my ear,” just keep your questions inside of your mind, when time comes I will tell.”
I smiled. It was evening, next day college will open in morning. So mom asked me and Madan will both go on bike as it will cut time and save Madan’s money. Madan said her sister will come soon, it is better to meet her. Mom said we will meet later as better to take rest before next day. Madan packed his bag, Mom was sitting on bullet 500 CC left by 2 fleeing gang members, she parked our KTM in Madan’s garden , left a note for his sister with key. Mom kick started the bull, she checked fuel level, tyres, break clause like an expert mechanic. I sat behind Mom holding her waist tightly, Madan hold my shoulder, Mom rode responisbly, this time no speed issue, so she wore her saree tied her hair as usual, but speed was around 60 km/hr. Both boys enjoyed a female riding bike. Inside jungle we asked mom to stop near spring, we spent quality time watching sunset, me and Madan splashed some water in each others face, giggling laughing playing in water, collected colourful stones. Mom indicated it is time to go. We sat happily on pillion, reaching destination my house around 10 pm. Kamala had prepared food for only 3. Mom went inside kitchen cooking tasty food. God knows Moms are never tired for their children. Mom herself arranged Madan’s room, Madan wore his nighty. Mom went to study , I went to sleep.

Next morning I woke up around 7 am. Mom was reading newspaper. I,” Mom, where is your office.”

Mom,” I have now taken stay at home work, so will be here for always, any issue.”

I,” no, but you have more additional duties, from today onwards when you are at home you will take me and Madan on bike to my college and bring us home. This way we can concentrate on studies, I will not be involved in biker gangs. When you are not around I will ride, just promise me.”

Mom promised,” as your order master.”
We freshened , around 8 we sat at mom’s pilion. Mom was cool mom riding bullet in saree with two grown up in back. It was everyday routine. In house Madan was getting bored, so he started helping mom in kitchen, mom welcomed him. He also learnt classical dance from you tube wearing his nighty. I was comfortable at him, no one abused him as he was with me. But sometimes it was study that was disturbing him. When he studied cryptic info graphic he was crying as he could not understand one. Mom judged his emotion, in evening,” Madan if you have any issue with cryptic info graphic you can ask me, I can teach you.” Mom took his coaching, she was so lucid in her explanation it cleared fundamental of Madan. In exam he became university topper, despite hard work I failed. I cried, but Mom consoled me. She took us on her bike to ice cream parlor, movie. I was relaxed.

Mom,” Babu where are you good at.”

I,” I can paint well”. I showed mom my paint book. Mom,” ok, now you are getting admission to fine arts college, it is passion that is important.” I was admitted to fine arts college. Now my college timing and Madan’s college timing was different.


It was 1st day in my college, Mom got me admitted online, next day it was to meet principal. Mom wore her saree as usual, she opened our garage, she opened an almirah, from there she took tool kits. She rolled forward renegade commando olive colour, it was majestic.

Mom,” Babu can you help me assisting in servicing the bike.”
I,” sure mom.”

Mom sat beside the majestic bike. She took spanner adjusted the brakes, she opened air filter oil filter cleaned it, her saree pallu slipping even she tied it to her waist.

I,” why do not you wear shirt pant as most mechanic wear it.”

Mom,” I am an Indian woman, saree is my religion, I will never wear shirt and pant.” I,” ok, then remove saree handle it .”
Mom,” you are in front of me.”

I,” come on mom, I have seen you without saree in that fight, besides I am your son, if any odd think comes to my mind you can kill me else I will suicide. Have faith.”

Mom smiled,” yes I do. But for Indian woman saree is her life.” In between Madan also came. Madan,” may I help anything, friend.”
Mom,” sure, do you know anything about bike.”


Madan,” no. Even I do not know ride bicycle.”

Mom,” then its pity you can just watch, Babu pass me 12 D spanner.” I,” what is that mom.”
Mom,” oh my God, its Ok, I can service it.”

Madan,” why do not you wear saree adjusting it inside blouse, it will create no interference.” Mom,” good idea, you are truly genius, solved my problem.”
Mom turned back inserted saree inside one side of blouse tucking it in other side. Only her massive deep
naval was visible as her saree covered her most of stomachs. She showed her dexterity in changing engine oil, lubricating gear box clutches, adjusting fuel ratio, checked battery, changed oil filter. After finishing her hands were greasy.

Mom,” now I think you guys can help me, I am resigning from this task.”

Madan,” what help.” Mom showed us her palms, these grease will take time to go , why do not you guys wash this bike. But you guys need to change clothes, you have to use shampoo, 1st clean with dry cloth, then water, then shampoo, finally water.”


I,” but mom I have new brand clothes, they will be soiled.”

Madan went inside returned wearing his old salwar kamiz which he wears for house work and daily use. Mom,” Madan, you do not have extra daily use clothes, do not soil it. Leave it i will wash it outside.” Madan,” helping a friend is duty of friend, I will do it, can I borrow your old petticoat, blouse.”
Mom,” my blouse will not fit you.” Madan,” I think Kamala’s will fit.” Mom,” I think so.”
Mom asked Kamala to give Madan her daily use blouse and petticoat. Kamala gave , Madan returned wearing Kamala’s blouse and petticoat. His figure was very feminine, his budding breast size 32 B cup fitted perfectly , his bare midriff was sexy.

Mom,” you look beautiful than many girls Madan.”

Madan,” thank you Rekha.” Blushingly.

He went near to bike started de dusting.

I,” Mom give me your petticoat, I will join in cleaning. What is duty of a son who can not help mother
and always burdens on her. Please I request you.”

Mom gave me one of her petticoat, I tied it around my waist and remained topless. Me and Madan took
45 minutes to ensure bike is glittering like newly purchased. Of course we were tired , sweating profusely. Mom was satisfied of our work , she came near us and kissed on our foreheads,” I am proud of you boys,now I must treat you with delicious dinner, take a bathe and come to dining table, Madan from now on you do not have to wear your old salwar punjabi, you can wear new blouse petticoat saree of kamala. Just adjust it today, this weekend i will purchase new salwar kamiz for you.”


Madan agreed, after taking bath Mom prepared dinner, Madan studied, I was taking a short nap. After 1
hour Mom called us, Madan was wearing maroon colour saree with red blouse and petticoat.

Mom,” do not you feel odd in saree.”

Madan,” i have habit of wearing it of my mother or sister. It is comfortable.”

Mom,” then I will purchase for you too. Do not reject my wish, it is a friend’s gift.”
Morning Mom woke up , I too, all joined in prayer room. Mom is ardent devotee of Goddess Durga and
Saraswati symbol of strength and wisdom. She did our Aalti, while singing hymns of Goddess Durga
Mom did Tandaav dance for one hour, in one hour her saree was tied with a white cloth like belt around her waist. After dance she studied some sanskrit texts, both were symbollic rituals for strength and knowledge. After finishing mom took out a white sacred thread inside her blouse like Brahmins priests wear, she chanted some Mantra touched her eyes and touched to our eyes. I took her blessings.

Mom,” today is new starting of my son, may Goddess bless him in his new path.”
I,” Mom why did you dance.”

Mom,” it gives me strength physical, spiritual balance.” Saying she went to kitchen came with steel pan, with her bare arm she rolled the steel object, my eyes and jaws opened, hands trembling.

Mom,” this dance gives immense strength and control it with calmness in my mind.”

After breakfast Mom started Renegade Commando, I happily obliged behind her holding her stomach. Kick starting bike Mom moved slowly. The arts college was 10 km away from our home, it is away from city , placed in nature’s abode with scenic beauty on foothills of a mountain surrounded by forests. No public transport available except private arrangements. I was feeling cool bridge with anxiety about new college. In 10 minutes we reached at destination” SHARADA DEVI COLLEGE OF PAINTING”. It was a small college only 5 rooms. Mom parked her bike in parking spot, there was another Bajaj Avenger 220cc also too. May be staff or teacher, but college looked empty as time is 9 AM to 12 PM class time, it was only 8
AM. I have to be early for admission procedure. We went to principal’s room. It was decorated with nice
paintings.
A middle aged lady around 50 wearing black suit and tie , black shoes sitting majestically, in her hands she was having silver bracelets. She welcomed us offered us to sit. She rang a bell, a man having shoulder length hair, wearing pink tshirt and pink pyjama, his ears and nose were pierced, he was wearing 2 red bangles and golden chain with a small red bindi on forehead. Principal in soft tone requested him to bring water, some drawing sheets and colour pencils. He obliged. Principal told me to draw any two paintings on wall on drawing paper. I finished Rani Laxmibai in war and one girl looking at sunset . rani laxmibai picture was bad and girl was moderate.

Principal,” not bad for new bie, you are eligible for admission. Let me brief about institution, I am Devi, I
am not a painter , i have interest in it, after doing b.tech from iit mumbai in computer science I worked
as vice president in USA firm, after working for 20 years I returned India to follow my passion. We do not take any fees from student, we have very few students in 3 categories, moderate, good excellent. No time limit. Only 4 students per category we take admission. Currently strength is 12. Unfortunately India lacks awareness about arts. Boys normally do not prefer it as it does not provide adequate livelihood. No teachers available. So best students teach here, they act as mentor. I provide them some monthly stipends to teach others. You are only male in group of 12 students, the person who gave you water is our colleague Anuj. I think now you can go to any class as per wish, just see what is happening. No restriction, your hands are good only need to manage colour combination, your outlines are nearly perfect.”


Mom wished me all the best and left me, I was feeling nervous as all were girls, but their low number was key. May be I will dominate them, be their leader as all are girls. I sat in one class looking outside. Principal came with 10 girls introduced them to me, we had pleasant short conversation. Few in salwar, few in lehenga choli, rest in jeans t shirt. After that one more came in maroon saree, she was 5ft 11 inch tall more than me, fair, long hair, simple. Saree was old yet clean. Seeing her my heart started pumping, her each word were mesmerizing me. Only I could remember her name Manasi.
One girl named Anjana suggested to have a picnic as to welcome new joinee. It will break the ice, principal agreed as nature is 1st place of arts. Girls giggled. Me including 6 girls waited outside, now 6 bikes came to my surprise, 2 were royal enfield classic, one duke, one avenger, one bajaj pulsar and one bajaj vikrant. Manasi was riding KTM. She told me to sit on back hold her shoulder, other girls occupied position. Girls roared with bike and journey began. Picnic spot was 30 km inside jungle and small villages, it was pucca in village. In between girls changed their postion from pilion to driver. All girls knew bike riding, Manasi asked whether I know ride, I lied saying no.

Reached in a small village of 15 families. Parked bike in that village, it was a field within jungle near to river. Villagers had no issue , it was tribal village, women had gone to collect fruits fire wood along with children, some men were sleeping and some in agriculture field.

I,” so you girls are excellent, all know bike riding.”

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One girl,” yes, actually it is far away from city and Manasi taught them bike.”

Manasi smiled, then discussion about initial stages how families feared , taboo in society slowly they agreed and encouraged, now family is fully dependent on their bike riding skill. Manasi did not speak
any word. Then topic shifted to boyfriends, unfortunately the girls have none. I also said i have none and about my mom who rides bike. They apllauded for having such a nice mom and i am lucky and told that
all were failure in love and I will be their boyfriend. I said no i am my mother’s boy, it is my mom who will choose my girlfriend, so better impress her than me.

Ohoooo mama’s boy was echoed, it was near 11.30, we returned at sharp 12. All girls left for home. I waited for Mom, she picked me at 12.05pm. on road she asked about 1st day, i narrated bike ride by girls, their coolness. Mom started teasing me so you are hero with 11 heroines who want to be your
girlfriends. So lucky to have many girlfriends other boys are still dying to have one.

I,” shut up, Mom always traditional thinks.”

Mom,” so I am traditional” saying she zoomed accelerator I hold her tightly at home she pressed disc
brake so my chin rested on her shoulder and rotated bike by 180 degree.

I,” but I love my traditional biker mom in saree which other only dream about.”


Next day Mom dropped me at college, she met my friends on their bikes. They requested Mom to stay with them. Mom said she had to drop another one in morning, but promised in noon she will have time. In 12 pm mom arrived, all girls were ready with bike, they asked mom to go for pincic place, mom agreed. Bikes rolled this time I sat behind mom and asked Mom to never disclose my bike riding
knowledge to girls, Mom laughed. After reaching it was pleasurable.

Girls discussed about their paintings for some time, now discussion shifted as each girl asked my mother to pick her as girlfriend of his son.

Mom,” what is special about my son.”
Girls said,” I am nice well mannered, never looked their body parts and have no issue sitting behind a girls bike as pilion moreover adores loves his mother. Ideal boyfriend, look also good.”

Mom,” so I have some criteria to choose best for my son

1. girl must be a good biker that too in saree

2. she possess some physical strength

3. good cook, my son is bigger foodies

4. must be well cultured.

5. ofcourse fashionable.”

One girl,” so many criteria, god bless your single son.”


Another girl,” lets start from bottom, aunty can you show us our ramp walk.”

All girls cheered, one by one girls started doing fashion walk in front of mom, finally Manasi walked it was awesome in saree, her stomach little bulky like mom, hands too, her hips large. Manasi asked Mom to join her in ramp walk. All girls requested , mom agreed, Mom walked her very large hips swaying slowly , ripple in fleshy belly. Mom laughed.

Next was physical strength, girls decided for arms wrestle to show strength, Manasi defeated all, now demand came for strength test between Mom and Manasi. I prayed to God thanks for giving me my girlfriend, yet official approval needed. In one wooden box Mom locked hand with Manasi, for 30
seconds it was balanced, now blouses got tight arms swelling, so both loosened their one blouse button, yet stalement, now second button of blouse opened, I have seen such force of mother from beating rowdy boys. Now third button was opened of blouse, yet blouses remain intact, this time Manasi Lost, her bicep seems to be 22 inch but lacked liitle strength compared to Mom. Mom hugged Manasi saying she is pretty strong. In between fun, two thieves picked vanities of girls. Girls saw, so quickly they ran to bikes chase the thieves. Thieves knew all jungle roots, it was not plane road. Except Manasi and Mom all left behind. Their were holes, thorn, sharp bend, water logg. But the way both saree women rode handling bigger bikes with sudden brakes, sharp turn bike nearly touching ground, but were cool. We saw a cave like structure with bikes parked outside. We entered to found a group of 14 men all looking dangerous with swords axes with looted treasures counting money. They had other golds too. They
were group of robbers.


Mom,” you two stay safe, I will bring purses.”

Manasi,” I will join you, I may be not that strong as you, but I can be helpful.”

Mom removed her saree handed over to me, Manasi too handed me her saree. Mom tied her petticoat above her blouse tightly so her thighs remain free, she knew it is not same situation as punk boys, these are real criminals, hardened one. Manasi did different approach, she used petticoat to tie as lungi above knee, now two goddesses of mine in mood of demolition. Mom opened her hair, Manasi made a bun. The two entered the cave.

One robber,” what luck we have , now two women have come to satisfy our carnal pleasure .” Another robber,” it will be a nice gang bang.”
Mom,” return our purses else you will be in problem.”

Robbers laughed, but one of them said,” may be these women are from security officer in disguise, it is better to kill them than taking risk.”

Others too nodded including 1st and 2nd one. They took their swords. Mom and Manasi jumped in between surrounded by 14 men, Mom started rotating her hair, Manasi jumped onto head of a robber gave a side kick 360 degree instantly knocking 2 and hard blow with her elbow to third one. Mom did back flip to behind Manasi and threw her to two robbers, Manasi then threw mom like a ball , Mom in mid air did full kick knocking 2. Now they watched each other back kicking front, doing full split in ground, Manasi knocked out using ju jitsu, Mom took a stick fought two sword carrying persons, while other 4 men surrounded mom with sword, they ignored postion of Manasi, she knocked them down from back while Mom was rotating stick at lightening speed. In no time all were knocked out, Mom tied them all in rope. She praised kicks of Manasi. Manasi praised rotating hair technology and wished to learn from my mom.


Suddenly I gave a shout one person put a knife on my neck, he knew he can not run from two tigress, si i was weakest link. He demanded to surrender bike keys of Manasi and Mom so that he will escape he was an aidee of robbers. Mom looked at Manasi nodded, both took bike keys inside from blouse and simultaneously threw at my captor, that idiot moved both hand for keys, i was free, when he captured keys, Manasi and mom jumped on him with two strong blows he was knocked out.

Mom,” Babu are you okay.”

I,” yes mom, what will happen when you are with me.”
Now all girls reached with villagers. Villagers thanked mom for rescuing them from robbers, they regularly terrorized them, now they are safe. Girls asked about everything. Mom and Manasi wore saree
, normalized petticoat. Mom took her sacred thread inside of her blouse chanted some mantra and
touched my head to ward off evils for my safety. Girls said I have a cool mom. They wanted to hang out more with my mom. They planned for girls night together with Mom. Mom agreed despite she is not a party person always in job, still a secret she rarely revealed. I am happy mom got to have some free fun time and Mom may approve Manasi as my girlfriend. We returned a happy journey, I slept on back of Mom, she rode safely. Mom hugged all girls and promised she will join girls night out. Principal came , she praised courage of mom and Manasi, and told girls to get inspire from them, may be she will arrange a self defence class tutored by Manasi and Mom. Manasi agreed , mom backed off citing her job. Principal also rode avenger with peon as pilion. It was pretty eventful yet memorable day.







It was daily routine Madan and Mom cooked food together, Kamala had less work. Madan helped her in household chore too, I helped her too. Mom still goes for work sometimes for 3 to 15 days. Her rest of day goes in studying books, newspaper few time in laptop.

I,” Mom why did not you show your strength earlier to discipline me.”

[ashishrajan]

Mom,” if I will apply force then you will become rude and more rebellious, you are in teen, hormone rage is normal, love and soft word is correct way to behavioural correction.”

I,” Mom why do not you wear colourful saree, you look old in white saree.”
Madan supported me, we insist on wearing her colourful saree. Madan” I do not like my friend look so boring.”

I,” rather mom you can wear salwar kamiz, skirt top, jeans top.”

Mom,” whoaa , young man you want to be your mother look like young girl.”

I,” you are young, look at girls riding bike in colourful dresses, you will be cool, who knows you will get a life partner and i get a new dad.”

Mom,” shut up boy.”

Me and Madan in unison,” no you will be stunning Yaar, that too in bike, purchase a new one bike, how about Ducatti, you will be riding Ducatti in different dresses.”

Mom,” ok, my new attire I will accept, but you have to purchase clothes too. I think formal shirt pant will suit for my son and salwar kamiz will suit for my friend. Madan you are comfortable in wearing nighty, salwar, moreover feel free to wear in house, it is pretty isolated no one will recognize, moreover you can wear those unisexual clothes to college. I can understand your breasts are growing, do not worry it is
not issue here.”


I,” so why do not we make a pact, we will purchase for you, you purchase for us, just drop us at ladies shop and you go to anywhere to shop.”

Mom agreed, next day brand new Ducatti delivered home, Mom did wheelies, we clapped, she took us to ladies showroom, we had taken mom’s blouse, petticoat as sample of her size along bra panty. We purchased colourful sarees, ghaghra choli, backless blouse, skirt, top, jeans, half pant, salwar kamiz for
mom. It was billed around 2 lakh. Mom also purchased something for us. Mom came with her bike and we returned home. Mom went for freshen up, to surprise her we wanted to keep her dresses in her almirah. Next day was mother’s day.

Till now I have never wished this day to Mom, so I wanted something special. Madan eased my tension,” you should serve your Mom whole day.” I agreed with some more plans, night mother went to sleep, I silently went to Madan’s room. We went to kitchen, Madan instructed me to prepare a cake, I did it myself, then I went to sleep. I woke up at morning 4 AM, cleaned the house, had bath, cleaned kitchen. I sat in front of mom and looked her sleeping peacefully. 5 AM Mom woke up, her eyes on me, I touched her feet wished happy mother’s day. When she sat, I took a bowl of water washed her feet drank some and sprinkled some on my head said,” Mom you are my father mother friend philosopher guide, you are my God, today I will worship you, promise you will not do a single house work today. Promise me.”

Mom with happy face agreed, I have arranged her brush, Mom cut cake.


I,” Mom you have fed me many times today I will feed you.” Mom was in tears, I fed her with my hands, I cooked food myself watching from youtube, it sucked in taste but Mom ate it happily. It was noon, I requested Mom for my love wear only blouse and petticoat with no saree.Mom agreed for my sake.

I,” Mom how was I in childhood, I miss those bonding days.”

Mom,” I want those days back, you small cutie smile after I milk feed you, I wish I could milk feed you again.”

I,” I wish I could.”

Mom,” in mother’s day can you feel me my motherhood.” I,” how.”
Mom walked in room thinking something, 1st time I was seeing huge back , swaying fleshy hips, deep naval and large strong belly, Mom took one book studied, she searched something in net. She went inside came wearing very old green colour backless bikini blouse and small sarong
Mom,” Babu can you massage my belly with aromatic oil. “ she asked Madan to give us some privacy. I massaged her stomach for 30 minutes, Mom lifted her sarong, tied her thighs together, she used
strings of blouse to apply some pressure points on back and massaging vigourously her breast points, in
30 minutes she called me inside, room was aromatic fragrants, light mantra chanted by Mom. Mom,” Babu come soon drink your mother’s milk. Do not torture me by taking time.”

She has removed her blouse but one strng still intact, I saw boobs as large as her belly 46DD swelling veins hard. I sat beside mom, mom picked me and placed on top of her body, I hugged her breast and started sucking, Milk came, I drank happily from both breasts for one hour, my stomach was full. Mom stay exhausted as process was not natural, never saw tired face of her, yet satisfied, her legs shaking, her body full of estrogen. I slept on top of her for 4 hours. It was 4 pm.

Mom came outside wearing blouse and petticoat.she saw Madan with swollen eyes, she said sorry for asking him to provide privacy. Madan,” I miss my mom today.”

Mom said thats no problem, they are travelling to his house will stay there night and return tomorrow. Madan jumped to Mom hugged and kissed on her cheek happily. Mom decided she will ride wearing only blouse and petticoat. I was delighted. Mom asked Madan to be special, wear costly saree and
blouse so that his mom will be happy. Madan took 10 minutes to wear saree and came, he had kept his hair open. We joined for another bike ride with Mom on helm.

2 hour later we reached Madan’s house. My KTM bike was there. Madan ran inside his house, his mother welcomed us, she was feeling better. We sat, his sister was also home, she was no other than Manasi. I,” Manasi, you are here.”

Manasi,” yes, it is my house, are you Madan’s friend, aunty you are hosting Madan, madan has a lot of praise to you, thank God we met. I have a lot of thanks for bike , treatment of Madan, accepting his feminity.”


Manasi was in blouse and a small towel as sarong. Her breast were large and large hard belly, large ass like mom. Mom and mansai talked, Madan and I prepared food, Madan feed his mom in his own hand then his elder sister as elder sister is also regarded as mother.

I took courage asked Mom I like Manasi but do not know what she thinks. Mom directly opened the topic with Manasi and her Mom. Manasi also asserted that she loves me.

Manasi’s mom,” what about study.”

Manasi,” we will remain as boyfriend and girlfriend till I start my ad agency, then I will marry Satish, but
I want to keep my Mom with me, only I fear who will take care of my mother she is ill, Madan for job will go outside.”
I,” I will keep her care, I will be a full time house husband rest assured, only thing is I require your back to hold in bike ride and sleep over your body.”

Manasi laughed said,” thank you for easing my family, but I can not provide any dowry.” Mom,” I will give dowry to my son.”
Manasi,” No I want to take care of my family with my own hands.” Manasi,” then I think I have right for my love.”
I,” wait, I do not like this proposal, what I want is make it social , not a small one, how you will decide,
then I will approve or reject.”

Manasi,” ok, my boss. Wait for this Sunday.” I,” I will.”
All said,” we will.”

Night I massaged my mother’s feet, Madan massaged his mom and sister’s feet for mother’s day. Next day while returning Manasi told me not to go to college till Sunday with smile , I agreed.
Mom’s commando bike roared, she was pressing accelerator high with full clutched, she released clutch
in jolt , bike leapt forward to me, I feared but mom in one hand lifted me and put me on back seat, she zoomed .
On route mom said,” how do you like to be proposed, what will Manasi do.” I,” Mom just teach me how to cook.”
Mom,” already eager, definitely my boy.”

In two days i learnt how to make tea and pakodas. It was Sunday, Mom told me to wake up early have a bath and clean the house, i applied turmeric sandalwood paste over my body, waxed my little body hairs, shampooed my hair had steam bath. After I came from bath I asked Mom what should I wear. Mom gave me a pink colour salwar punjabi.

I,” Mom these are pink, that too salwar.”

Mom,” girls love pink, salwar also worn by men too. It will look nice on you, I think she will like you in this attire.”


I agreed, Mom put a pink lipstick on my lips, a pink bindi and two pink bangles on my hand. I merely looked as passable girl. From distance i heard bike sounds, I went to balcony, from distance of 400 mtr I saw a nice view. They were my 11 classmates including principal. Each riding one bike, all were riding single, it was like a formation of stunt. On front principal madam was riding in front wheel only, her bike was Ducatti scrambler. Behind her were 3 bikes royal enfield himalaya , each girls in saree, they were also riding front wheel. Then followed 4 bikes , girls in saree, they were standing on seat holding each others hand, they were in Honda rebel cruiser. Behind them were 2 girls crisscrossing each other in royal enfield electra. I could not see Manasi. 200 mtr behind the group Mansi was riding her KTM, she was sleeping with her legs folded on handle.
Uniqueness was all bikes were painted red, girls wore red saree, with many jewelleries, a medallion made of steel as large as fist with a bike inscribed in centre and words written Mardani Bikerni around it hanging in front of saree. Red large ear rings dangling, each wore red turban like kings do,on forehead red tilakam. They had black leather jacket on saree, with black boots upto ankle high, boot had heels very shar pointed made of steel, front of boot also curved. On waists tied to saree was daggers like sikh men keep. On back of jacket was a group photo over a scorpion. They too saw me, seeing me they gave loud roar of bullet and saluted me, like I am VIP getting saluted independence day.

I quickly went inside, Mom was wearing as usual white saree with full blouse. I asked mom to change some colourful saree, mom replied she had none. I told her about colourful dress attired by girls, Mom said then she will remain in blouse petticoat.

I,” mom, they are your girl friends now, what will they think you are so old fashioned, this time you will have chance to socialize with them, you will spend your girls night out , may join their gang. 1st impression also matters, in only blouse petticoat you will look old like a maid.”


Mom,” then what shall I wear, Madan is not here to help me, he has some ideas always.” I,” Mom why do not you wear my red shirt pant, at least colour will match.”
Mom,” but what about size.”

I saw my cupboard ,” choose any you want else remain in blouse petticoat, be little stylish atleast wear petticoat below waist.”

Mom thought some time ,” wait for 5 minute outside room.”
I went to balcony now the girls had gathered in one place just 50 metre away from house, they started doing some stunts like rotating bike in one leg while standing on bike, pyramid in one bike, butterfly in bike, rotating bike while their feet on ground, the steel spiked heel was sparking fire from ground, bikes jumping above one another.

Mom came near to me, she was wearing my red track pant, it was so tighly held her body, her pussy depression clearly visible with ass crack, it will tear soon handling mom’s bigger ass cheeks, thighs was too tight, she was wearing my red shirt only two buttons near breast rest opened and shirt tied below breast. Her hair is open. She took her bike and drove 50 metre to welcome whole gang, women hugged each other smiling, near gate mom called me.

As decided i came with Aarti thali, seeing women in turban , saree, heeled shoes upto ankle and daggeres tied to petticoat, I was getting a boner, yet I controlled it. I touched every girls feet, i worshipped their bikes too, pouring water on tyres from a silver jug. Girls went inside, mom forbade them to remove shoes. Girls were giggling, they were sitting majestically , they removed their jacket only, kept the turban like women wear in Maharasthra in gudi pava. I offered them tea and pakodas. I could not watch Manasi directly as she was wearing only saree nothing else, her big stomach bicep all visible, what was more her dark nipples protuding in excitation, pussy juice dripping and drenching saree, she had clean pubic, which was drenched too, wet saree from pussy juice sticking pussy clearly visible.


Principal,” just wait for marriage, you are already wet seeing your love.”

Words more, each movent of mine was exciting Manasi, her saree was folding deep inside pussy to soak more cum, she was just watching me, her whole front saree was wet from love. After snacks i took plate, while taking plate from Manasi she hold my hand said,” you are looking beautiful in pink salwar pink lipstick, pink bindi and bangles.” I shied, one girl said,” ohoooo.” Others chided me.
Principal,” you are lucky Manasi to get a boy like him.”

[ashishrajan]

Manasi without looking anyone bend a little picked two steel anklets inside her boot, she lifted my feet placed on her pussy, she wore me those anklets.

She opened pouch of her dagger, its head was rose flower, she placed it on my hair, she forced a little my feet inside her pussy over saree, my toe got wet from her juice, she kneeled before me , lifted my feet and sucked my toe covered with cum. She took a steel ring inserted in my finger announcing ,” I am poor , but as a token of love i have given my love what ever i got to announce I love this beautiful man more than anything even than my life.”

I blushed, all congratulated us. Mom as token of gratitude gave each girls her white sarees, principal gave Mom a leather jacket of their symbol, spiked heel boot, medallion and red saree blouse.

Principal,” welcome to Mardani Bikerni Rekha, for we have to live as sisters we will exchange our vows of faithfulness to group on wine glasses. Next month is women’s day celebration, we will have girls day night out for one week, dress code will be different in different days, we will have fun, we will stay outside home in camps, a lot of bike riding, picnic and enjoyment.”


Mom agreed.

One girl to Manasi,” you are too lucky to get a cool mother in law and such a cute boy. I am not lucky, soon I will get married to some one, do not know when will i ride bike, I have to cook look after family.”saying she started to sob.
Principal,” so you want a feminine boy like Satish, you will get one, Gods fullfil wish of good heart.” Mom,” you will get soon.”
Manasi went inside came out wearing mom’s saree , she gave her pussy juice cum soaked saree to me
as souvenir,” I am going to Delhi for 8 days to talk to a venture capitalist group for my new project, this will remind you my body scent to you.”


I,” but I have nothing in return to give to you.”

Manasi,” I want a souvenir from you that will remind you for whole 8 days.” I asked Mom,” what will I give her.”
Mom,” what every woman wants from her love, it is your love juice mark. Like she gave you, you gave
her cum soaked cloth of yours.” I,” Mom I understood.”
I went to my bedroom, I looked after my penis, it is small one 1 inch normal, I played with it, though my
friends talked about it but I never ejaculated, to compensate for this I followed a macho behaviour in my earlier gang, but deep inside i knew what i am. I imagined body of Manasi and rubbed my penis, it got erected for 3 inch but after rigourous rubbing it failed to ejaculate. It was 20 minutes I was in room, with distresses tone I called Mom inside sobbing said,” Mom I have an issue, I am ashamed I can not
ejaculate, I am not manly enough , I may not satisfy Manasi, her life will be destroyed, stop her life from ruining.”

Mom smiled as usual, she sat on bed, placed me on her lap, she removed my pink pyjama.
Mom,” Babu it will be some nasty, but I am your mother, I know best,do not think it is a sin, just relax and feel it. Keep your palms on my stomach, massage it or place it in my navel. It is not incest, I am doing only once to realize you.”

Mom lifted my salwar, her tongue circling around my nipple, one hand caressing my penis, other hand
on other nipple rubbing it, mom started to massage my organ with strong hand, in no time it sprang to 3 inch full size but failed to ejaculate.

Mom,” ok, I understood.”


Saying she said hold my salwar around my penis, I wrapped it around my penis. Mom continued sucking my nipples, slowly chewing it, her other hand slowly massaged my anus, little finger slowly rubbing my pink hole, she slowly tried to push without inserting it, it gave me jolt, I spurted white liquid on salwar. Mom continued massaging, I spurted 2nd goblet, pleasure I have never experienced, divine feeling, stress free.

Mom slowly said,” you are just like your father, Manasi sure will love you, do not worry, she will satisfy you, you are in good hands boy. I will not do it anymore.”

I took my cum soaked salwar, shyly gave to Manasi. Girl gang left with their bikes. I slept happily with sweet dream. Each day I smelt saree of Manasi, hugging it.

I,” Mom I want to wear saree, teach me, teach me how to cook.” As Manasi left for Delhi Madan was taking care of his mom.
everyday Mom dropped me to college, I became close friend of our peon Anuj. He taught me personally how to wear saree efficiently, he himself was wearing in college. I helped him cleaning class rooms wearing saree. Manasi wrote letter she had bagged a contract worth 5 crore for a bike company ad, she have to extend her stay, but promised to return before women’s day celebration, she also wrote how much she miss me. I was happy she is getting success. Mom taught girls martial arts and weight lifting. Girls wore sacred thread, in blouse petticoat they lifted weight. Their muscles bulging. Mom gave me food list , I and Anuj prepared them, the girls stomach getting bulged, hands were muscular, ass
growing, waist widening. But what brute force they could chop a tree in single axe blow, bend steel bars, take hit by beer bottles on head.


Anuj taught me some sensual dance, cooking and secret way to women’s pleasure by tongue, make up, jewellery, massage to woman and light fitness tips. We are like two sahelis. Mom was happy seeing new transformation.

Mom was now happy more energetic. She was wearing bra panty in room, outside ghaghra choli, shirt pant, short skirt and blouse. It was 6 days before women’s day, Manasi returned from Delh, she had solo bike trip. She looked confident and smiles, she hugged me kissed me in front of all, i shied. Manasi said her design was approved by bike company, company had given her more projects regarding design of accessories, dresses for biker, for more sale company wants include girls above 18 their need, middle aged women working as well as housewives, old women above 60, similar for boys and men with sexual orientation hetero homo bi sexual adress. Company had paid her 10 crore if it aceepts further design then she will get 150 crore, she wants partnership of her friends. All girls joyed for this new economic opportunity for them.
Manasi,” I want this woman’s day will be special for me, I wan to get married as soon as possible. In this woman’s day why should not we take a bike trip to thailand and return , we will go through meghalaya, arunachal, mizoram, myanmar, thailand. It is very beautiful place on road through himalayas most biodiverse hot spot of world. It will be a 10 day tour and my honeymoon too.”

Mom,” then in short time how can i arrange for marriage.”


Manasi,” i do not need any pompous one, a simple one with only my friends families and your side present.”

In two days after will be marriage date. Mom called a beautician, Anuj was always with me. We both had make up done, i wore red bridal saree, anuj blue saree, only one chain and bangles. Mom took me inside forest a small temple of goddess kamaksha was there. Mom was feeling anxious, to look beautiful she did her make up, she was in bra panty, black heeled shoes with dagger inside panty, her sacred thread was from ear to navel, she had arranged firewood, flowers other worship materials, she was wearing medallion of bikerni, hanging on her breast. She also wore leather jacket over bra keeping buttons open. On her head was red turban the bikernis wear. Soon bikes came with bikernis in their attire, Anuj was behind principal madam, in his hand was one box. Bikernis showed their skills in front of me. They parked their bike, Manasi came on her bike with Madan and her mom. Madan was wearing sexy red skirt below waist and upto knee, it was see through thin , inside he was wearing black panty, on top he was wearing backless blouse, wearing strapless black bra. He covered his neck with thin red dupatta.His hair nicely done with flowers, he has been to beautician, his nails painted, his anklets , ear rings bangles making sweet sound, his juice red lips. All other bikernis started to hit him, but he sat besides me and we had some chat. Manasi’s mom was wearing ghaghra choli. Manasi was wearing my cum soaked salwar on top and her cum soaked saree on bottom, she had worn black heeled shoes, bikerni medallion and red turban. Before 50 metre Manasi and all girls started dancing from music out
of mobile. Main attraction was Madan, he had a tattoo on his waist, his moves were sensual, all girls took chance to dance with him, rubing his whole body parts, smacking his ass gently. Madan’s dance in chikni chameli was amazing, i was smiling inside my ghoonghat. Anuj did tilakam to all. All girls sat on ground, Mom chanted some mantra and did tandav dance for 30 minutes.

Mom started a pyre, mom came riding her renegade commando bike , she told me sat behind her, she started to drive slowly around pyre chanting Mantra. She asked Manasi to ride her bike and join her. Manasi rode behind mom around pyre.

Mom,” till marriage is completed bikes will not stop, till Dulhan reaches her home, else it will stop.” Manasi agreed.

Principal madam on her bike brought Manasi’s mom near to me, she gave Manasi a box,” Beti, these ornaments I have stored for long time, it is a mother in law gives daughter in law. Satish is suitable for this jewellery, you will not wear any more. Wear to him.”

Mom,” Manasi lift your love from my bike to yours.”

Manasi in one hand lifted me from mom’s bike and placed on front of her, she in one hand handling bike, in other hand she opened box, 1st came ear ring. My ears were not pierced. Manasi took a needle inside sharply punched my ears and nose, it was painful but Manasi hold me with her strong hands, she wore me ear rings, nose ring and maang tika. Then was anklets, she kept my legs on her chest and one hand locked anklets, she did my bangles. Then there was nail polish, she painted on my toes and fingers, applied kajal on my eyes. All these things done while riding bike in circular fashion and handling me.
Next was navel ring, she knew it will be painful so she gave me a bear embrace I choked nearly, a sharp
pinch on my stomach took my breath away, i nearly fainted, after 5 minutes I regained composure I found a beautiful golden peacock with gold beads hanging on my level.

Mom,” bear it my son, it is your fateful day.”

Mom,” Manasi you tie mangalsutra now apply sindur on your man’s forehead.” Manasi compiled, now I am wife of Manasi.
Mom,” as marriage is complete now we will leave to Manasi’s house where rest of traditions will be
done.”

[ashishrajan]

Manasi’s mom left our marriage before with Madan, principal madam dropped them. Manasi stooped bike, took me in her hand, i kept my foot on earth after long time. My Saasu Maa(mother in law) already kept a bowl full of rice and Aalta on plate, on left leg i kicked bowl of rice and on my palm i painted wall using aalta. Then I touched every bilkernis feet, my saasu ma and mom and manasi. Only Madan
touched my feet. Some snacks was arranged by Mom, ever one refreshed. I sat in one room, madan accompanied me. Other room was full of girl’s laughter.

Evening came, in backyard of house Madan escorted me to KTM bike, bike was decorated with flowers,
a small bon fire was side to bike, bike had a box attached side to it. Madan gave me milk, he adjusted my veil, my heart fluttering, my first night on my bike now my wife’s. I was blushing. Manasi came, i jumped from bike touched her feet offered her milk, she drank it completely. She sat on bike, she picked me up and placed on her lap, i could smell my cum soaked salwar she was wearing. She slowly lifted my veil, praised my beauty and how lucky she has been, made some jokes and poems to feel me relaxed, her hands slowly explored over my body, i was shivering, pinching my navels, buttocks, removing each
jewellery without my knowledge, i was holding her massive stomach. I could feel her saree dripping pussy juice. She kissed me hard till i bled from my lips, her kisses slowly down to my necks with full force, it was exciting me, my penis sprang, Manasi kissed on my chest chewing my nipples, peacock navel ring was now giving sweet soundin each movement. Mansi removed my saree, blouse petticoat,
bra panty. She remained in clothes. She took generous amount butter in her finger speared it generously over my anal and her anal, she lifted my knees to my chest and started massaging my boy hole gently in circular manner, her mouth still kissing my nipple, stomach navel, stretching navel ring often. Her middle finger slowly pentrated my virgin territory,Mom had massaged it but never penetrated , Manasi’s finger were thick, Manasi loosened her salwar, took her large boobs and pressed nipples on my mouth.


Manasi slowly gently cooed,” my dear love, it will be slightly painful, you can chew bite my nipples, transfer pain to me, lets share pain and pleasure together.” I grabbed her soft velvet large nipples in my teeth, slight blood oozed but Manasi never bothered, noe her two fingers penetrated my virginity inside my ass, she was now moving it to and froth high speed, after 5 minutes pain subdued pleasure was coming, Manasi observed pre cum from my penis. She removed her nipples from my mouth, in one hand inside my ass other hand she guided my penis inside her ass,” i do not want to be pregnant now, i do not want to waste of love’s cum now.” Saying she started move up and down controlling her speed, i was in pleasure, it was Manasi who controlled both by her fingers inside my ass and othe hand squeezing my buut cheeks. In 1 hour i felt to ejaculate but on verge Manasi controlled, she was wearing saree salwar, saree wet from pussy juice. I pleadedManasi to let me cum, she granted, i ejaculated inside her ass. Now
i understood other purpose of saree was that it will absorb both male and female cum, will not ruin the bike by stain marks. Manasi does not release me, my penis was still inside her ass, her three fingers ripping my ass. Manasi said,” having small penis is enjoyable else anal will be painful.” She again finger fucked me and bumped on and off. I could see girls mom saasu maa watching our copulation. I was
dying in shame, but pleasure building again. After 4 hour both drained. Manasi slept on bike, i massaged her feet, lifted her saree and sucked her pussy for more than 2 hours giving her enough satisfaction, my face glittering with love juice. Finally i slept on large tummy of Manasi, her hand tightly holding me on
bike, our KTM bike, which i will never ride again as rider but as pilion, it is Manasi’s right to handle the bike.

I was laying over Manasi, grabbing her breast,Manasi was moving her hand on my hair and back. Other women were little far from us, they were sitting surrounding in bonfire, Madan and Anuj were
dancing in centre to entertain women. Madan was wearing belly dancer costume did belly dance, Anuj did a strip tease, later both did lapdance on each women present there. Then Mom came to centre, she did a strip tease got completely nude, other women also did solo dance in centre getting nude slowly. Then all slept on bike, Madan slept inside house.

Morning i saw we were surrounded by bikernis, Mom,” I am proud of you Babu.” I was dying in shame. They gave shoguns to newly wed couples, i got saree, make up kit, kitchen utilities. Manasi got biker dress leather bra panty, blouse pant, Mom gave her hayabusa bike. I was feeling pain all over body, love bites turning purple, nipples sore, penis felt like hammering and ass was burning like hell. I could not walk properly. Mom,” this happens 1st time after that you will crave for that.” Manasi also could not walk, she was feeling some burning sensation inside her ass. Principal madam gave suggestion, Mansi agreed, she dragged me forcefully in public made me nude in front of 12 women, she insrted again her three fingers inside my ass, other hand cupped my penis, her tongues sucking my navel, in 1 minute i ejaculated, manasi collected it, she smeared some in her fingers and inserted my ass, my stinging
sensation was little bit releif by my own semen inside my ass, manasi rubbed some semen inside her ass also.

Mom,” how do you know such trick, it is completely new.”

Principal,” hey me and Anuj’s sex is more entertaining rigourous hardcore than these, i know some techniques that give more pleasure and less pain.”

Manasi,” why do not you teach us.”


Principal,” ok i will give a live demonstration to all for education purpose.”

Madan and Anuj were away preparing food for all. I had bath, touched all female members feet, worshipped the bike. Anuj asked how was 1st night in bike, i just pinched his arms,” you know how it glows.”

Madan,” is it painful, you are walking odd.”

I just kept my eyes shut, face blushing. Except Mom all left with bikes. Mom then wished me happy marriage life, I was crying holding her tightly, she was crying, she said it is fateful day of marriage, on departs from home be it a girl, here you.

I could still taste her juices in my mouth, having brought her to a satisfying climax five times in a row. And, all that was tongue sheerly with the power of my tongue. My tongue, which in reality belonged to my Mistress. The tongue which she has trained so well, along with other parts of my body that belonged to her to be used at her disposal. Entirely her call.
A few minutes ago, we were in the heat of the moment. She was riding my mouth, almost frantically. Her cries upon reaching each climax attested the fact that she was indeed having a great time. So was I. Well, what else could I have wished for?



There is this Goddess of a woman who took a guy, who is about more than a decade younger than her, and taught him everything he needed to learn to live his life. Live his life on her terms, which was more satisfying to him as a person than living his life for himself. She has me by the balls, and I love that feeling. I enjoy every bit of it. At times, she is harsh with me, but I know she is equally caring.


Today I ate her out. Both to her's and my heart's content. She bobbed up and down on my face, yet I managed to slide my tongue in and reach her special spot. She would slow down on purpose, just before she would reach her orgasm and wait for me to touch and caress her clit. Every single time. And then
she would erupt in pleasure. We shared a bond of intimacy to the level that I knew what is to be done without her saying it out loud to me.


At present, here we are. In the master bedroom of her house, on her bed with her sleeping on me. She has always loved riding me, right from the beginning. And, I love being ridden by her. Although at times that makes me feel completely exhausted. Also, degraded to quite an extent. But, I enjoy it. Consider the current situation.. My entire body is sweating after the intensive workout which it got in eating her
back-to-back for five orgasms and yet I did not get any of my own. Usually, I get to have one orgasm for
every five of hers. But it entirely depends on her mood and I am nobody to question her decisions. Right now, I am completely naked and drenched in sweat with my Mistress asleep on me. To make matters
worse, or best, I have also got a tremendously raging hard boner.

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Manasi said to stay mom with them, house is small, but it will accommodate all.Saasu Maa too request Mom agreed, i could see Madan’s eye glowing. Madan continued wearing mini skirt and bikini in house and Madan cooked food, he was roaming around Mom walking sexily trying to impress her. Saasu Maa Mom and Manasi had food. I fed Manasi from my hand, Madan fed to Mom and Saasu Maa.I ate leftovers of Manasi’s plate, Madan ate left over from my mom’s plate unknown to all.
Madan in mean time blew a storm,” Mom , I have feeling for Rekha, Satish’s Mom, I want to be her lover.”
Mom was not ease,” what are you speaking, look at age difference, I am above 40, in 10 year I will loomy charm, i will be old, you are young, you have bright career, think deeply. Feeling and reality different.”
Madan,” I know but I want to spend rest of my life on your bike, please accept this, else I will die.”
Mom,” but you do not know anything about me, my job, salary,preference, past life.”
Madan,” I do not want to know, I am happy with this blissful ignorance.”
Mom,” but 1st learn my past then decide, Babu you will also know about my past.”

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Mom said,”

I am sorry to keep it secret, but hear me and forgive me. I am an assassin for indian secret agency. Actually I kill all bad men who get out from law using money, power, influence. I get paid based on deal. Govt agencies, mafia , poltical rivalries pay me to eliminate opponent with their dark activities. Thats why i go outside, i have done operation all over world. As a symbol i always leave white saree on my victim. So I am named white saree ghost, no one could capture me.


I was born in a poor family. Kamala was my neighbour, we used to both collect garbages during childhood. We wanted to become rich. One day a lady saw us fighting two dogs and killing them with sticks. She called us and asked about our families. Who cares when mother left home with other men and father rarely comes with no siblings. She took us a centre where we were fed well, given new clothes and kept in ac room. We were given royal treatment for 7 days. 8th day lady asked us to deliver some parcels to some unknown location. We did, she paid us more than we could collect . movies were our addiction, female action movies kill bill, ultraviolet, cat woman, tomb raider, salt, grind house, wonder woman were our favourite ones. We used to practice martial arts intimating them, we could break bricks in head at age of 12. In 5 years we were most trusted hands of lady who was a drug peddler. So rivalry grew, she was assaulted many times. She purchased two guns for her safety, but could not handle it. One day she was surrounded by 3 gunmen, her mind stopped to respond, but we grabbed the gun and killed the three gunners. From then we were like her daughters. She used us to eliminate her opponents, she was dreaded feared, her wealth grew. She purchased bikes for us with assault weapons.

In one of most dreaded case me and Kamala rode bike over stairs on court shot a person who wanted to testify against the lady. She purchased us costly clothes, jewellery, bikes, guns. No one knew we were
killers. Free time we did bike stunts. Many time boys will race, but fail miserably. We were in teenage, our attraction for boys increased , lady kept strict eye on us fearing falling on love will keep us away
from her job. But for her sexual pleasure she had many young teen boys at her dispoal. It was frustrating
us. She once captured two beautiful boys of aged 18 of some rich families who failed to repay her loans. She wanted both boys to serve her sexually till their families repay money. But we fell in love with boys. When lady is not in home we take them on bike ride, movie, hotels before lady returns. Our love grew stronger and stronger. Finally we freed them from lady’s hold by paying our money. When madam knew she beat us in leather belt, her mark is still in my back covered by blouse. Our breasts were growing, periods came, Madam thought we are useless as she had no enemy in city. She also wanted to live respectably. She had another idea, she organized bike race for 1st time in city.


Around 25 bikers participated among we 2 were females. 1st time we rode wearing salwar suit, we became champion, our lovers were there to cheer us. After race we took our boyfriends in long ride, camping in roads, we hated salwar kamiz, one advantage it had it hides weapons. Men pant shirt was comfortable. We got 1st gift from our love it was salwar it was pink colour, they pleaded to wear this dress in next race and win for their sake. Madam knew now betting is in favour of us so in next motor race she instructed us to loose deliberately to make her huge profit. We agreed, at race course our boyfriends standing near to us, praying to Gods for our victory. Our love triumphed, after winning we vanished from city, with our lovers, we had some cash settled in out of state small village. Villagers were peace loving, 1st time we felt what is peace and what is it staying away from crimes. They welcomed us, gave two rooms. We did not how to cook, luckily boyfriends knew, they cooked. We watched romantic
movies as bloodshed feared the boys, they hugged us tightly. We took them on bike ride around village. Villagers were open minded not like girls riding bike a sin. For job only was field work, our lovers were delicate ones to do that, only they were expert was cooking. Working in field is not a job in shirt pant, it requires saree blouse or dhoti. With small money we purchased saree blouse and dhoti. Our lovers wore saree blouse teaching us how it is dbangd. It took us three days to manage it somehow, never thought agriculture is tiring but it is more pleasurable when your loved ones bring food for you, fan you and clear your sweats with their cloth. This is love, it was melting our heart, we interacted other village women, secretly started washing clothes, dishes, sweeping and some tasteless foods. Before our men woke up they somehow found room neat and clean. They started small kirana shop. But one hour daily we take them on bike ride, started with ghaghra choli, then salwar, finally half saree. Our lovers were innocent ones, never touched our body parts except hand , on riding bike shoulder not even waist. They
somehow had fear in their minds. We decided we should propose them 1st. We decorated bike with
flowers, wore half saree, already purchased 4 rings from near town. Painted lovers name in number plate , we had our ear and nose pierced, even navel pierced. Before two days of our propsals, we asked our lovers that we will be staying away from home for some farm work equipment procurement in near by town. They feared, but as place was far away from their home city they assured. We spent whole day waxing, sauna, nail painted, hair straightened, mehendi, mehendi paint on navel. Omg we could feel
fight bike ride farm work easier than a day sitting in parlour. On day of proposal our lovers wearing kurta cooking, hearing bike they looked to road, seeing we two girls in red yellow bordered saree with decorated bikes coming near to them. They were complete awestruck. We had our sunglasses and leaf flower ring on head. We went on our knees took rings said,” honey I love you, do you love me, accept
me as your wife.” Men were crying said yes i do, but need a bike ride to savour the moment. They wore
pyjama quickly sat on our bike had a village tour. Evening village head woman said 15 days after an auspicious day of Dushera we will be married, it will be a simple one in temple, not much arrangements needed.

Night we went to room, our lovers were feeling shy, had food and slept. Next morning we woke up in bangle and anklet sound , not to find lovers, but two saree women in veil, they were slim fair. We had tea and breakfast. We asked two women about our men, they did not reply, we found something fishy, forcefully we removed their veils, they were our lovers.

I,” what is this, why are you wearing saree.”

Lover,” from now on you are our mistress, we will take care of house, you take care of shop and agriculture. we discussed with head woman, she gave us these clothes yesterday and also agreed that in marriage we will be wearing saree, besides we love wearing saree.”

Kamala,” you guys are stunning in saree, lets go to movie in this case.”

We also changed to half saree, drove to town, we had icecream, panipuris. Finally at night we went to a theatre, some other bikes also present but few all low range bikes 100cc from hero, tvs , bajaj. It was an adult movies, we had balcony seats, fortunately 4 more women already present in balcony, it was darkened we could not recognize them. But they were far corner from us, we took separate corner in
different rows. Movie name was “AAJ KA GHABRU AURAT HIMMATWALI.”we hold our lovers on our lap, unhooked their blouse and bra hands rubbing over chest and stomach. Movie started, movie’s theme was about a village girl becomes tough ACP of city, riding bullet doing encounter, fights. Not bother about pressure from superiors or politicians. Her most brutal punishment against rapist, torturing castrating beating killing them. Our lovers could not watch gory, so we opened our blouse they buried their face inside it sucking our nipple. Meanwhile in movie heroine falls in love with a boy who was kidnapped by goons, heroine rescues him drives bike to his parents, ask hand for his marriage, which his parents denied, boy was imprisoned in a room, next day was his wedding fixed to a woman twice of his age, his parents agreed for the money paid by woman, woman was rich and famous, she already
married five times. On marriage mandap our heroine rescues hero from mandap by her bike, fights hench men of woman and flees, she marries the boy by tying mangalsutra on his neck and sindur on his forehead, some songs where heroine lifts hero dances , bike ride. Then came suhaagraat. It was explicit, where heroine was nude, her pussy sucked by hero for nearly 30 minutes. Seeing this our lovers went inside our petticoat sucked our pussy, we were at heaven, then it showed a nice strapon fuck by heroine on her boy’s ass for 30 minute in different position followed by she inserting her vagina on her husband’s cock, she was on top. Then some more fights between heroine and villian woman. Picture ends heroine in security officer dress in her office, her pants down, her husband sucking her pussy while she was relaxing with wine and woman hanged to death in lock up. We got our pussy sucked by our lovers for whole 90 minutes. Our thighs were vibrating, our lovers moved from our petticoat, their face glowing with our love juice. Outside we recognized other three women were village headwoman and her two daughters, the 4th woman still remain inside the hall. The women greeted us and started their bike headed to nearby hotel. We left them to their freedom and returned home. We were tired slept hugging each other.
Till wedding our lovers wore ghaghra choli doing household chores, village women helped them. Every morning , evening night they sucked our pussy, we looked after kirana shop, village headwoman and her two daughters were good friends of ours, we shared our views, rode bike together. Husband of headwoman was a good cook, we were invited many times to their house, but never met her husband, he was always inside kitchen never ventured out in village too. Headwoman has given us two earlier presents, two strapon double ended to us.


7 days to go to our marriage, our bodily heat was uncontrollable. Already strapon sex of movies was roaming while our lovers in ghaghra choli sucking our pussy. We had normal sex women on top, our boys ejaculated inside our pussy, then we fucked their ass with strapon. It was painful for them but pleasurable. Next 5 days we were busy only sex, boys were comfortable with ass fucked by strapon, they also get sex by ejaculating inside us.

2 days before our marriage arrangements were done in a nearby temple, our lovers were looking stunning in bridal dress, we along with village headwomen and her two daughters came riding bike, we were also dressed in stunning bridal saree and jewellery. Headwomen and her two daughters only in bikes, no other in scene. When we entered into temple something hit us on our head, we just could visibly see the head women and her two daughters laughing.

Some time later we opened our eyes, we were tied to a tree, head woman, her two daughters and my old boss that scumbag bitch were smoking, drinking. They have hold our lovers in captive, they were crying.

My old boss,” hello mmy dear kittens, long time, you thought you will cheat me and leave. No body does that to me. You just forgot to notice my presence in cinema hall. Actually my network is very vast. I finance the village head woman in her election, i have provided her male prostitutes in the hotels, that
hotel is one of them where they enjoy, luckily i found you there, i could have taken revenge any time, but you are too strong, so what other time to destroy good moments than on wedding day. Omg your lovers and you were looking stunning, by the way saree makes you feel weak, you never wore while in my job, it is love that weakens you. I do not want to take any time, i just want to enjoy punishment. How
about i bang your boys, it will be fun with some pain to you.” Saying she sadisticly said the two daughters of head women to lift petticoat of Kamala, old bitch tied the largest thickest dildo i have seen it was approx 15 inch long and 10 inch thick, it was made of steel further. It stood out.


Head woman,” lets party begin.”

Old madam,” as long as wife or husband passes out it will continue, any one passes out kill the couple both, lets see how much endurance love has.”

Her two daughters lifted petticoat of Kamala, madam lifted petticoat of her lover, then daughters took turn kicking pussy of Kamala, she did not utter any word, no tears no pain. But her lover was crying, begging to stop punishing his wife.

Madam,” she is a tough nut bitch.”

Madam suddenly pushed whole dildo inside his ass, he stopped screaming not crying, but Kamala crying. Head woman,” looks both are acting strong, start punishing both.”
Her two daughters took whip and started whipping Kamala’s pussy, while head woman and madam took
turn to fuck brutally her lover, his ass was bleeding so was Kamala’s pussy. But they looked each other
gaining strength. Two hours passed, our abusers were tired but not Kamal nor her lover. Me and my lover were tearful. Abusers had some rest and food again continuing, finally after 6 hours couple gave hope, Kamala’s lover passed out. Madam in cruel laughter shoved sword inside kamala’s pussy tearing it and another inside her lover’s ass. I was rubbing my body slowly to weakening the ropes.

Kamala,” i wished i would have a nice family kids, husband a peaceful life, my family sitting on my bike, if God wishes please bury my body along with my lover and bike. I am sinful for many murders, but what about my innocent lover, what was his mistake, forgive my love, next life i will be wife you be husband serving you forever, sorry my love.”

Her lover,” thanks to god, he united us, for short time gave us love and pleasure, i had only wish to die on your lap, i think it will not be possible now. I love you sun and moon of my life. Your love will meet in next life.”


The other 4 women were laughing mocking, pissing on limp body of the boy. Next they turned to my lover, the girls said they will have fun with him, they were tired of beating kicking whhipping pussy of Kamal, it is better to fuck then beat me. The 4 women took turn in banging ass of my love, facesitting on him, pissing on him. It took two hours, luckily my effort came, rope slackened, in a swift moment i tore my saree blouse and petticoat, jumped towards the 4 scum lowlife women. They were unprepared and unexpected, in no time i took sword lying on ground beheaded the 4 abusive women. But it was too late. My love had bled a lot from anus and mouth, he slept on my lap,” i will not live along, may be if
you had continued killing then you had not missed your friend, our love weakened you. Promise me you
will never be weak, continue what you love must, go back to dark alley where you come, change the world there so that no other couple will get the fate we have, promise you will kill bad people from
earth, stay safe my love, i miss your bike ride, it was my favourite, just gift that bike to my death as token of my love.”


Saying he died on my lap, i was crying. I was senseless for 1 hour, it was raining, rain was unusual, god’s wish. I cut the 4 women’s body into 1000 pieces fed to dogs. Their soul will not get peace. I placed kamal on bike, her lover on back, tied them with wedding saree, dug a grave and placed bike on centre stand with the dead couple on bike. Then i filled the grave with soil and planted a banyan tree , as it will fulfil soul’s freedom. Beside grave i dug another grave, placed my bike on stand, put my lover on the bike and covered with soil planting another pippal tree. With heavy heart and eye i sat on grave for whole night drenched on rain. Next day i went inside head woman’s house, found a man in saree tied to a long iron chain sleeping in kitchen. I confronted him, his whole body had burn, bruise mark, it was blue and purple body, very pale. He spoke less, he was fearing. I opened his chain. He said he was husband of village
head woman, his wife was crooked one , involved in drugs dealing, involved his two daughters, when he
opposed he was tied in iron chain, beaten by both his daughters and wife, he was anally bangd by his daughters and wife too. He was crying and broke. I said i have killed his daughters and wife, he became silent and dropped few tears,” finally some burden on earth lessened. Now i am free, i just want to burn this house and go away from here, i want to commit suicide.”

I,” i want to go away from here, i want to die commit suicide.”my heart rate was different.

He,” are you pregnant, looks like.” He checked my pulse and heart rate,” yes you are pregnant. God is merciful, he has shown his kindness. Lets go far away from here , raise the new born, i can help in raising you. “
I,” you are like my family, can i call you bhaiya.”

He,” no call me didi, you can call me Kamala Didi, may be i can help you raising the child, i have one problem which is uncurable, with constant physical abuse i can not speak more, neither i can go to sun. Sun ray will simply cause cancer in my body. I am totally broken. I can handle home.”

I agreed, night i burnt head woman’s house and came to Gowahati. 10 month later Satish was born, actually Satish was my lover’s name. Kamal Didi’s body detoriated, he could not work more , so i gave him ample rest when i am in house. I continued secret assassin, learning new techniques, Kamala taught me household chores, it is my only peace for my sins i commit. I do not consider my killings as sin as i kill persons who are bad and torture love couples. But job slowly drifted me from my son, now i am united and retired from my job.”

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After saying this mom sighed with tears , we were all in tears, i hugged her crying a lot. So was all crying. But madan.” I still love you, and want to be your wife, you are so kind merciful lovely and strong.”

Mom gave a gentle slap controlling anger,” you do not understand young boy, i do not want ruin your life, just follow your career, get a suitable life partner, i will not accept you, never ever. I am bad woman, do not raise that topic again. My son married to your sister thats all i wanted,nothing else.”

Madan was crying, Mom left to her home in bike, she was also crying. Madan did not go to our home rather he joined hostel. He did not give us a call nor form mom. I requested Manasi to take me to my mom. She agreed, we reached Mom was looking pretty weak, remorse, glaze lost, her usual white saree full blouse, thick petticoat just below blouse. Kamal said Mom is not having food regularly.

I sat beside Mom took her hand on my lap,” Mom, you are not old, now just have another phase of life, life is joy, even dad also wants this, who knows you can be mom again, will have a nice family. Be what you were, cheerful strong domineering girl.”


Manasi also encouraged.

Kamala,” Rekha all these are saying right, just fullfil my wish, my request, Madan is a good boy, i have seen love for you in his eyes, just mary him. Please my sweet sister accept this Didi’s advise.”

Mom,” but what about Madan, i have hit him, i rejected him.”

Manasi,” i know my brother, he still loves you, but it is your duty to express your love to him.”
I,” mom now go and propose him.” Mom,” how.”
I,” just do what a strong woman will do, wear bikerni jecket over strapless bra and g string panty,
propose him, he will deny then just force him, he will do drama but deep within he will love you.” Mom said,” ok.”

Mom wore g string panty, i painted her navel with mehendi, she inserted a bell in navel ring, bra, stelloitte heeled , bikrni medallion, bikerni crown, she painted her lips,dark eyeliner, rubber gloves with spike bracelets, dagger hanging on panty side,she started her commando bike and drove to college, it was midnight. Her jacket flying, hair open, Manasi followed her along with me. Road was empty only
two women riding bike. Mom parked bike near boys hostel. Hostel was closed, i told mom room number and floor. Mom smiled, i sprayed some water Mom’s hair making it weight. Mom jumped the fence.
I,” Patni ji, i want to watch romantic scene of my mom, please take me near to her but a safe distance.” Manasi,” yes my love, i want to watch how romantic it is. Will it be naughty, kinky or violent or sweet.”
She smiled at me, she lifted me on her shoulder, mom climbed on pipe with speed, she carefully
observed inside room,she dragged opened the window, it had iron railings, she twisted the railings
breaking it open 3 of them, she stealthly entered room, what to expect from a dreaded assassin in stealth, Manasi carried me on her back on same pipe. We stayed outside.

Madan came inside room, his hair was long, he stood in front of mirror, combing his hair gently, mom was standing behind him, he was shocked to see a figure in mirror, he turned, swiftly mom’s hand was on his mouth he was dragged in air and mom sat on bed holding him. Madan resisted tried to call, hit mom with his arms.


Mom,” it is futile, you know my strength and how skillful i am being assassin.” Madan force grew limp he was crying, mom released him.

Madan in slow voice,” why are you here, how do you reach here.”

Mom showed broken iron railing of window pointing,” i am here for my love, i was foolish to reject love, now i am here to repent my sins. Punish me as you wish, but accept my love, i will do what you want. You want revenge, get it, but i deeply in love with you, i am sorry Madan, i love you.”

Madan ,” go away you brute, hulk maniac woman, how dare you hit me.”

Mom kneeled in front of him opened her bra, dragged Madan’s face to her nipples,” bite my nipples, as your physical hit will not harm me but may be your teeth do.”

Madan in anger bit her nipples, mom was smiling, even small blood stained his teeth. Madan himself removed her teeth.
Mom,” any more punishment.”

Madan,” you always are arrogant bitch, i am a man, i want to be treated like a man desreves from wife , complete servitude. I am not yet satisfied with you. Prove that i am master of your relation, then i will reconsider my love.”


Mom agreed, she kept Madan’s feet on her lap, started massaging it. After 40 minutes, she removed her clothes, kept her bikerni pride turban and medallion beneath Madan’s feet. Mom got nude and danced for 40 minutes. After mom kneeled again, she opened zipper of Madan’s pant. Took his 2 inch penis and sucked it with her mouth vigorously. In 10 months Madan ejaculated in Mom’s mouth, mom opened her tongue showing white sperm and swallowed it all. She was still smiling. She took near water bottle in her hand, lifted Madan’s feet near to face, she hold his feet and and poured water and sucking his toes, drinking water . madan tried to force his toe away, he was still in love with Mom, he was just acting to show mock anger. But mom did not let his feet loose, Madan had no force to overcome,he was crying
for stretching situation to worse. Mom was happy. Madan,” stop this, stop this please.”
Mom was continuing said,” I am strong, but i am quite submissive, i enjoyed being mom of my son
cooking cleaning taking care of him. Now he is gone, i am a killer, i have done a lot of bad thing in teenage. But what i loved much was serving my lover now my son, i will cook, clean serve you. It gives me pleasure. I am a woman,what i want a husband a man, whether he wears saree i do not mind, only i care for his love.”

Madan,” ok as your master i command you stop this act and never degrade your dignity as bikerni, more over your master needs a bike ride enjoying cool wind.”

Mom,” as your wish master.”
I indicated Manasi to go back to our bike. Manasi jumped like a monkey, in two minutes Mom arrived from pipe with Madan. Madan smiled with shy why her Didi and Bhabhi( Madan now calls me Bhabhi, which I love too, wife of his elder sister not elder brother in this case as exception).

I,” is everything okay, you two love birds.”


Madan,” love birds, who i just wanted to go to my native so your mom asked , i agreed.” We kept silent looking each other knowing he was lying. Madan sat behind Mom and I behind Manasi, bike ride in cool night when no one in road, showing exhibition, kissing holding partners tightly, getting naugthy tickling the riding women in back, stomach, waist. We roamed around city, it was getting morning. Mom arrived at her home.

Manasi,” so Madan what do you consider for relationship with Rekha.”

Madan,” i want a dutiful daughter in law for my mom, being man of my house i want a docile dulhan.” I,” Madan how much you are lying, we have heard all your conversation from window, just admit it.”
Madan finally agreed,” i want Rekha will ask my hand from my guardian my mom and sister in formal
manner, i am giving three days time. I want her to come alone, not in group.”

Mom agreed, I stayed to help Mom from permission of Manasi. Madan went to his home with Manasi. I
asked mom thath Madan will love her anyway, so are his sister and mom. What is mom’s wish.

Mom,” i want to have marriage with bridal dress, i do not like shirt pant or suit, i have earlier missed my bridal suite when that mishaps occured, what Madan will wear i will accept. I do not want to propose as biker woman rather normal girl, so i will not wear bikerni costume, i also promised Madan never disrespect bikerni costume.”

I,” this time you will wear your bridal clothes sure.”
I went inside mom’s wardrobe, found box which was precious for her, there were bridal clothes she wore before getting widow. There was jewellery, saree, blouse petticoat, bra, panty. We decided she will wear these for proposal then for marriage. Mom informed that we are coming on next day. A
beautician waxed mom, did her eyebrow threading, pedicure manicure done, steam bath, straighntened hair, mehendi in hands feet, navel painting, navel ring, large nose ring, maang tika, large ear rings, 24 bangles in each hand, 4 golden bangles. I applied massacre, lipstick, gloss, eyeliner to mom’s face. Mom never looked so much pretty. I wore a simple chiffon saree with minimal make up. Mom was bride with red saree, heavy blouse and petticoat, anklets in feet. Mom started bike, i sat one sided holding mom’s waist, she had worn golden waist band, bike ride was slow. Onlookers were watching, but very few. Her bangles sweet sound when she applied accelerator, clutch, anklets sounding changing gear or applying brake.


It felt like a long ride three hours. Only music of jewelleries from bride to be riding bike was sweet and soothing. We arrived at my in laws house. Mom waited outside, i entered to my home, told my Saasu Maa that my mom has come. She herself welcomed Mom, Mom covered her face with full veil, she touched my Saas Maa’s feet. Saas Maa offered her seat, but she sat on floor. Manasi came, she also told Mom to seat on chair, but Mom denied politely. Mom’s voice was low. i was standing near door full veil was on my head.

Mom,” i want to marry Madan. I will be a good daughter in law. I am good cook, i am ready to live here in this house, i love Madan more than my life.”
Saasu Maa,” lets call Madan, we will have to talk face to face.”

Manasi called Madan, Madan came wearing bridal saree, his face was covered, large nosering pointing out, on his hand was snacks tray. Madan sat on floor opposite to Mom.

Manasi,” Madan do you love Rekha.”

Madan just nodded his head, so did my Mom.


Saasu Maa,” any terms or condition.”

Madan,” i want my mom to do putra daan to my wife, i will wear mangalsutra, sindur, do household chores, my mom will give some dowry.”

Mom,” i also will wear mangalsutra, sindur, i will also do household chores, my account has 80 crore rupees, so no need i will work more.”

Saasu Maa,” beta you are wearing my bridal saree, i am happy to give your hand to this woman, she is capable enough. Hope you will serve her better.”

Manasi,” after i start my company, i will have a bunglow, rekha you can sell your bunglow. We all stay together, it will take time.”

Mom,” it is girl that pays dowry, as per dowry i am transferring all my property to Maa ji’s name, after all i am Bahu of this house, what is all mine is yours.”
Saasu Maa,” but one problem after your marriage your son will be respectable to you, but mother son relation will exist.”

Mom,” please Maa ji, till Manasi’s company not established i request you to stay at my home, it will easy for her to commute saving time.”


Saasu Maa,” this will be done after marriage, we will arrange marriage in 7 days, it will be at same place where Manasi had.”

Mom,” Maa ji, i want to feel what indian woman goes through house work, so i want you to abuse me,punish me physically to correct me, feel free, do not fear of my strength, i will use it against who harm my family , not against my member. I promise, finally my dream of a sweet housewife is going to complete.”

Madan,” but i want bike ride regularly, marriage too like my sister had, i want her to maintain her bikerni dress, rules.”

Mom,” yes, only in house she is my Bahu, outside world she will live as earlier.” Manasi,” then lets do formal engagement.”
Two bridal one man and woman in veil exchanged ring, got blessed from saasu maa and Manasi. I was
happy for my mom. Mom returned to home.
All the biker gang assembled, they congratulated mom. They planned for bachelor party. Me Anuj Madan also planned for bachelor party. So a pub was booked. One part for ladies, other part for us. We sat having fruit drinks and some female strippers were arranged for us, they gave us lap dance sucked our penis, massaged our body. We were relaxed, we wanted to see what women doing, they were in basement. It was a different . 12 bikes were completely dismantled,12 women working frantically to assemble them without looking any other, just focusing on showing skill, it was nearly complete, tough competition, finally Manasi won, followed by principal, then mom. All congratulated Manasi.


Then physical competition, each woman required to do overhead press of a bullet. Mom was definite winner, Manasi did few, no other could lift bullet. Then push up challenge, Mom also came 1st doing 500 pushup in 6 minutes, follwed by Manasi, then principal. All girls enjoyed, they were sweating. They went inside a large auditorium. They changed to ghaghra choli, had veg meal. Mom was strict vegeteranian so was Manasi. They made rangoli, very nice design, decorated room. Mehendi drawing in each others
hand and legs. Two girls came with harmonium and tabla, songs started from chorus with dance, songs were about love of husband, taunt from mother in law and sister in law. One girl dressed in male clothes teased other girls, did a strip tease upto vest. Then all had vegeteranian food, Mom and Manasi were strict vegeteranian. After food Principal called reception. Three female bodybuilders entered with scotch bottles, they were dressed in tuxedo, they served drinks to girls slowly stripping their clothes, each girls took turn to remove one of their clothes while dancing with strippers. Finally three female bodybuilders became nude upto panty, they asked lucky bride who is, girls pointed to mom, they lifted mom, mom was heavy 115 kg but too light for those muscular ladies, they threw her in air catching doing salsa
dance. Finally mom with her mouth removed their panties, gave the ladies genuine tip. Then ladies were
sober lying in circle keeping head in each other lap. 1st time they gave us insight to their think. They
agreed that they all loved to wear traditional woman’s cloth and want in laws house where they will do all household chores cooking cleaning serving in laws, they also love to be beaten or verbally abused if their mistakes is genuine, in return they will love to work top get some financial independence, they will never cross their boundaries, no extra marital affair. Some girls agreed it is alright for them to be housewife, only husband’s love matters. Sometimes or very few they should be allowed to ride bike to go to office or purchase grocery. They are agree to stay inside house wearing veil all the time for whole year, just 7 day freedom during women’s day to roam freely with bikerni group.


We understood even if they were strong women riding bike deep inside they were women who loved to be loved and cared, in return they will surrender their willpower, freedom. All they wanted love no matter from whom, masculine or feminine men does not matter, but men must be good by heart. Mom called reception, they sent 6 female strippers who entertained us men , mom gave them nice tips.

Manasi thanked principal for organizing mehendi cum sangeet cum bachellorette party. Girls said about their expected lovers. Mom,” i am lucky to have a loving husband Madan and in laws.”manasi,” me too.”

Then one question was raised, why principal madam is not a mother. Principal madam said,” Anuj has only 1 inch dick, he only cum through anal fucking. Not like Manasi did to Satish, rather a proper anal fuck, i am his wife, i love him much, we never had normal sex, i fuck him 1st in his ass, his pleasure is mine 1st priority. Then it is his wish he can suck me off. Without his absence i never touch my body, my pleasure is his order. But he loves me more, so cares of my needs, but very few times mostly once or twice a year as he has breath shortness.” Saying principal removed her ghaghra, inside her panty she was wearing a female chastity belt. Principal,” look, my pleasure’s key with my husband, at least it is my gift to him.”
She sobbed and said,” she was orphan, she was adopted by Anuj’s mother, they were poor. Anuj’s mom was ill always. So he left his study to some petty jobs, but he encouraged me to study, he did all household works. I was good at studies, Anuj worked hard, he got job in a smelting factory, it was hazardous environment but money was good. He most of times remained hunger in 15 hour work in factory to provide medicine of his mother and my study, i got selected in IIT, for its coaching, admission fee and course fee he paid, without him i would have been a beggar or child prostitute. Yet i was so selfish, after IIT i went to USA, had job already forgotten about sacrifices of noblest man in earth. I had a lot of fun there but work pressure, work politics and deception from others i knew glittering world was fake, my health degraded and i worked more and more. Finally i said enough, i could not sleep well as in my dreams anuj and his mother came. I returned india, went directly to Anuj’s home, he could recognize me, he offered me sit and some tea. I could not reecognize him as he was in saree. While preparing tea i left the room assuming the address was wrong. In neighbourhood i enquired, what i heard was most heart wrenching story. With toxic poison effect madan lost his masculinity in teen age, his mother illness was increasing. So to earn money he dressed himself as hijra and started to accompany dance groups besides free time from smelting factory to fund my studies. They were cursing the girl being selfish. His mom has died long time before. Anuj was removed from job as he was becoming weak, so his en femme dress continued for livelihood and my study. I was crying, i went inside room fell at Anuj’s feet asking for forgiveness which i did not deserve. I asked him to marry me, he just shyly accepted. I treated him in a hospital, got his pulmonary disease cured, he could not do any job due to his health. I did not want to keep him away from me for one second. He was a virtuous man and wanted to earn for himself. I also wanted to enjoy my paintings passion, so i started the college. I did not want him to do any work, but he wanted to help me so he voluntarily chose to be peon, which after my many request he declined. He is my master, in return of his peon duty i also pleaded him to control my pleasure, so always i wear
chastity , key in his hand. Atleast it was for my sin, i do not make him suck my pussy for his short breathness.” Every other were tearful.
































Anuj went inside the auditorium. Principal stood from her seat, she offered her seat to Anuj, she started pressing his feet.

Anuj,” i am feeling horny, those strippers could not excite me, i could not cum as Satish and Madan did, i am horny i want that pleasure of cumming, feel me that.”

Principal,” yes i will fullfil , can we go to room.”

Anuj,” i want it now, i can not control my body, make it on stripper pole love.”

Principal kneeled folding her hands,” oh my lord, please accept my service in pleasing you. Please sit on chair.”

Principal took a strapon harness tied around her waist, she fixed a 6 inch black strapon with veins, she lubed it well. She stood at centre, holding pole she gyrated her hips, she removed her clothes, she lifted his petticoat, down his panty, her hands massaging one breast of Anuj, other hand massaging his penis, she inserted strapon into Anuj’s ass gently and fucking him slowly, in 10 minutes Anuj gave a groan and clear liquid not thick white as sperm he ejaculated, principal madam collected in her hand and sucked it off, in 30 minutes Anuj cummed 4 times, principal drank it all. Anuj collapsed on stage, principal massaged his body , she slept on ground and placed Anuj’s body over her body to give cushion.

I was crying, so were all.
Principal madam again said,” i want Anuj to be a normal man, have his life as other men, enjoy the things he have missed in life, teenage fun, college, college, job a dutiful loving wife kids. Thisis the least i can do for him. Sharda Devi was his mother, I accepted her last title as Devi for me.”

Mom,” may be i can help, Satish does Manasi knows you ride bike, she is your wife, she has all rights to know about you, you were part of biker punk gang.”

I,” yes, she knows, but i love wearing saree, it gives me pleasure, only way i love sex in my ass stimulation. I love my current condition, so is Madan.”


Principal Madam,” i wish i could be bride my husband in traditional marriage, a kanyadan, bidaii.” Mom,” i hope your love will succeed. But he will remain in female clothes.”
Mom,” but what is his wish, what is his demands. Ask your husband in dep sleep awakening his inner
desires. I know the technique.”

Anuj woke up. Mom,” Anuj we have heard all bad happennings against you, can you tell us more about what happened after Devi left for studies.”

Anuj was sober he said,” after Devi went to study, i started to dance as girl after dismissed from job, yet money was less, so some rich men asked me special performances in private parties. It was nice pay but just sufficient to feed my mom, me and sponsor Devi’s studies. Mom was getting more sick, i was doing household chores. Mom was spending time with me in evening, she braided my hair, she wished me i
will be a nice bride, the person who wil marry me will be lucky and she will be happy to hand ove rmy marriage. Her dream was my marriage. I knew i can not be a man, so accepted my feminity. In one private dance one goon asked to satisfy his sexual needs. I declined. In night his hench men kidnapped me and my mother. They were planning to send me illegally to thailand where i will be sold to brothel. Fortunately one woman in white saree barged into gang, she killed the 10 members of gang including the gangleader. Her face was covered with helmet, she was bulky, her blouse tore only i could see a snake over two scorpion tattoo on her arm. She dropped me and mom on her bike. She did not wait, when we dropped from bike she zoomed out. I was in love with her. My mom teased me , i was considering me as her wife. But never met her, my heart was empty. How many nights i have spent sleepless. I never danced in private show, my income reduced. Mom was too ill, i could not take her to hospital as i have sent all money to Devi’s last semester study. Mom died, her last word was she wants
me to get married to my love. I thought of ending my life, but i hoped at last for one time i want to meet that woman who rescued me, marry her, sit on her bike before death. I never met her, i accompanied Devi later, but i never loved her though stayed with her. I know Devi loves me she has changed , but she is not my love.”


Mom tore her blouse showed the tattoo, she was in tears. Anuj hugged her crying,” finally i got you my love, now i may die peacefully, i do not want to ruin life of Madan. He loves you, you love him too. Just my last wish i want a bike ride with you, a long one so that i will die in peace.”
Principal madam jumped on to him slapped him hard,” what non sense, you are not dying, you will have a long bike ride by marrying her for a long time. You will not die. I will plead Rekha, it is my duty to fullfil your wish, you will get your love, cherish one.”


Principal madam cryingly went near to Madan, she opened her pallu begged,” Madan, I request you, please show mercy on me, allow my love to get his love.” Madan was stunned. Manasi broke the ice,” Madan and Anuj, love is pure and blissful. Why do not you guys marry to same woman. If one man can marry multiple woman why can not woman marry multiple men, she is capable strong one, she will keep you happy.” All girls agreed, looked for Mom to react. Mom looked down thought some time, she picked Anuj on her shoulder and came near to Madan, picked him on other hand said,” bhagwan jab deta hai chhappar phad ke, now i got two husbands or wives. I have no problem. Principal Madam you can not stay away from Anuj, so he will marry you too with your wish of marriage, you can not stay away from him, Anuj you will continue your wifely duties alternate to me and Devi as i will treat Madan in one day, Devi you will continue your normal duty when Anuj is serving me. “

Principal Madam,” i have a bunglow having 10 bedrooms, then i think Madan, Manasi, her mom, Satish all can stay there. Manasi can focus on her career, and we will serve each other, my pleasure will be Anuj’s hand.”

Mom,” Manasi’s Mom will be my Saas, her order is final, i will serve as dutiful obedient daughter in law.
I will request her to do your kanyadaan. I want your marriage with Anuj 1st, then i will marry both Madan and Anuj.”

Manasi,” i think we will have another bachelor party from on.”

Principal Madam,” why not to involve our owner of life , who is Manasi’s mom.” Manasi,” Madam you be like another member of our complex yet loving family.”
Principal Madam,” why not involve Mothers of all girls, lets the family extend to all, they should know about their girls.”

Mom,” Anuj go with Devi tonight, i promise after marriage my bike will be a lot of wonderful memories.” Anuj was happy till heart. Girls zoomed bike to respective homes, next day was at principal madam’s
bunglow where bachelorette party will occur. Morning Manasi was wearing blue saree transparent, her mom wore same type saree, i wore blue transparent saree. Manasi rode along with Madan and her mom, i along with Mom. 11 girls reached with their bullets, behind them were mothers of them. It was big palatial bunglow. All in blue transparent saree. It looked like all wearing same saree. Middle aged women came, they sat on chairs. Their daughters 1st did Matrupujan( worship of mothers), they were pleased. Introduction started, they were surprised to know among them were 3 males, but they happily accepted us by giving us each one of bangle as token of love. They shared individual concern how they feared to sit on bikes ridden by their daughters during this journey from home to here, it was there 1st time. The girls smiled, they receded to their bikes wearing saree, started it and showed their biking skill jumping it, riding in one wheel, controlling bike feets on ground, dance on running bike, pyramid, spiral wheeling.

Principal,” now you women must be proud of your daughters.” One mother,” but road is not safe for women.”
Principal,” girls show your martial arts skill.”

In saree each did 100 push up 30 pull up, broke bricks with fist and card boards by head.
Mothers clapped, for 1st time they had confidence over their girls. They met with others, their fear disappeared. Girls got blessing from their mothers, easeness prevailed, their relation converted to friendship some how.


One girl,” Moms, we are girls deep in heart, today we will show our home maker skills, we are all rounders, your Laadlis.”

Girls busied themselves cooking, while singing and dancing, they did mehendi and make up on their mothers. After 2 hours various tasty dishes were served by girls, they fed their mothers with their own hand. We 3 boys just enjoyed food, after food girls cleaned the room, did dishes. They showed their painting stitching skills fully SARVAGUNA SAMPARNNA ideal beti and bahu would be. Afternoon all rested for 1 hour, then dancing music traditional folk songs about life. All participated, they forgotten that 3 men among them. Cracking joke. Women agreed to attend marriage of Anuj, mom, principal madam, Madan. One woman said she will happily do kanyadaan.

Fun programmes to be for 5 days including Haldi ceremony, sangeet, marketing, baraati, bidaii.1st marketing. Girls roamed in bike with mothers in back, Mom drove with me, Principal madam with Anuj, Saasu Maa and Madan with Manasi. As norm all wear backless choli with half knee length ghaghra,all in pink colour, covered head with chunni only nose ring protuding out. Later we knew hotel owner was no other than Minati mother of one girl Ruby. We were given respect like no less than president of nation. Hotel had cooks, sweepers, bellboys, waiter and attendants all male while manager and drivers were all females. When we arrived flowers were already on path, one middle aged man working as receptionist highest post occupied by any male in that hotel but his salary was less than any female.
We were told to wait in reception. Minati slowly approached reception, her face covered, receptionist politely told it will take time. Minati gave a tight slap to receptionist, started rebuking,” Madarchod, behenchod is it job you doing, you can not prepare in time, is this how you treat customer, in 5 minutes i want it ready else fuck off you lazy ass.” Receptionist fell at feet of owner pleading everything will be done soon. His eyes tearful. Minati sat on his seat, receptionist lighted her cigarette, she was smoking in her veil, smokes blowing over to receptionist’s face. All male staffs and female staffs gathered.


Minati from her veil in stern voice scolded female staffs,” you women are not suitable , you can not keep your junior staffs in line. Have you forgotten your days in brothel sold by your husbands, do you wish to return there. Now your husbands straying away in job, do you want them in abusive form, keep them in line, else i will shut down this hotel, men you are dismissed, go your job sincerely. And you women is money less for you. Remember the better control you have your husbands, they will perform better, thats why i recruited married couples, why waiters are not maintaining their figure, are not they doing gym, you women are good for nothing. Those husband fails to serve couple may leave( looking at female bouncers) why your muscles seem weakening, your sits not properly ironed, drivers not keeping car clean, are they servicing it, for 1 month what i enjoyed my life hotel became dis organised.” Just continuing her lecture, receptionist held her legs,” Madam banquet is ready, please proceed.”
Decorated pallinquens arrived for each one of us, 4 waiters carried over each pallinquen. We could hear
high pitching abusive words by women staffs, some slapping them.it was alarge pink room, a small pool , lotus and Diyas floating, a large table on it were lying 5 beautiful muslin clothes. Nude male waiters just covering their private organ with banyan leaves served food and wine. Musicians were singing near by. 4 men dancing around. Minati told her history how being widow she took her husband’s hotelier business to make it 5 star. She employed women in top as they are more faithful and efficient, that too women sold in brothels by their husbands is best for job. After food we thanked cooking staff, gave tips
to all. Minati called all her employees addressed,” you employees are my family member, as strict mother i have to guide you for your betterment. I know husbands working hard in hotel work place, thats what husband should do, but to keep running your family smoothly i pay wives more than husbands else they will spend whole money in gambling and wine. In home men relax while wives do all chores after tiring work. Being couples you can keep tab over day and night better understanding each other.”


She went to one woman bouncer said something in her ear, she nodded, she said,” she will take boys in her fortuner car to shopping as baggages can not be carried by bike, other girls will leave bikes here and take mercedes for marketing. Tomorrow girls can take bikes from hotel.”

1st we decided what we should purchase I requested mom to give her credit card to me and we three boys will do our own shopping, but needed a 4 wheeler to do our shopping which was pre arranged. Lady driver did not talk, we went for shopping, we went to biggest apparel store in city, all employee were married women. We purchased leather jacket, boots, gloves, helmet, bra , panty, blouse for mom, many sarees of same colour , cosmetics. Saree for Saasu Maa, ghaghra choli for Manasi, suits, jeans tshirt, tie, black shoes for Mom and Manasi. For us lingerie, see through negligee, saree, skirt and bikini, sarong. When we tried to pay cash counter woman denied to accept saying we were friends of owner Rupali mother of Sonali. All ladies wished us happy wedding.

We arrived at bunglow, girls also had a lot of shopping, three rooms were filled with purchases. Girls left in cars to bring their bikes from hotel. Evening rest for two hours. After having some snacks, it was fun time. Saasu Maa acted as father in law, Rupali as mother in law, Minati as son, other women as daughter in law, sister in law and her husband, brother in law and wife. It was funny family drama, a lot of double meaning term. Women did not shy showing naughty exhibition dance, light pecking kissing
with each other.mock marriage, mock honeymoon, tragedy was common. Two women gave background
music and sang folklore using tabla and harmonium. We 3 boys, girls, mom, principal madam were audience, enjoying family drama.


Girls demanded more dramas. Mothers did a historical story about Rani Kannagi who defeated neighbour kings later returning their lands to the kings, she never married , Saasu Maa acted as Rani Kannagi and other women as neighbour kings, their love emotion was very well acted, kings feared her yet desired her, to satisfy peace process she married all her neighbour kings, kings ruled in her name,
she also arranged marriage of her female soldiers with captivated male soldiers so freeing them, but she never gave birth, the best female in war, logic, polity, philosophy experience will rule after her. After act they received standing ovation, they told they had been doing play from college, 3 women including Saasu Maa already acted as man in many college dramas.

Women demanded a script play from their daughters, daughters tried to act , it was very incomplete missing dialogues leading to humorous environment. But they showed their dancing skills.
Now all sat around bonfire listened to life history of Anuj, Mom, me , Manasi and Madan. Rupali said,” family bonding will increase if Madan becomes wife of Devi, on top Rekha, Madan, Anuj and Devi will be a family each enjoying each other, when Anuj serves Rekha Madan can serve Devi and vice versa.” All
including Madan Anuj Mom agreed to proposal. It was time to know 11 mother daughters. Mothers were friend to each other and all know bike riding, they are members of bikerni group Damini. They knew each other so they sent their daughters to become friends to same college.

[ashishrajan]

Madan: if you do not mind some of my friends wish to attend my marriage. Mom: of course.
Madan: Satish do you remember your old biker group. I: yes,
Madan: they want to attend my marriage.
I: they will tease me and you wearing female clothes, no i do not want embarrass.
Madan: no Satish you have not met them, lets make a bike trip to meet them.
Women started their bikes Madan and I sat with proper ghoonghat one sided. Their daughters followed us in curiousity.






























We reached at a chowk i rembered it was our group point, now instead of bike there were scooty, instead of boys 10 salwar kameez girls. Instead of gossiping teasing girls they were practicing kathak dance. Seeing women they stopped their dance gathered one place, they looked plausible, one voice said: Madam you are here, we are thankful to you for providing new way of life, it has been a long time. Harini: nice to see you guys are reforming, continue it, by the way we will pay you your monthly stipend. Ragini: yes, you have one more job, you have to attend one wedding.
Aiswarya asked us to remove our ghoonghat, salwar wearing girls could not recognize us neither we do them.
Rupali: i hope you do not recognize each other, lets break the ice, Satish these were your ex gang members, gang this is your ex member Satish, no surprise change is good.
I was surprised but they accepted and hugged each other. Rupali take your time and enjoy missing time of yours. I narrated my whole story, our gang members narrated....................................
After my absence from gang nothing changed, gang grouped and went for long trips. In one fateful day it was women’s day, a group of sare clad woman resting on ariver bank, making bonfire, they were singing folk songs with dancing traditional dance. We were watching them, were heavily drunk and smoking, with our old habit we passed lewd comments for many times, they constantly ignored us, within their ghoonghat they requested us not to tease them. Our audacity increased we started
encircling them, they stopped dancing and singing, they asked us what we want. We replied their body whores. They said we have 6 options to defeat them, if any one option we defeat them they will be permanent slave of ours, if we become unsuccessful then we have to stop riding our bike and as we have mocked women race we will remain in women’s cloth for 1 year. But we were confident as they asked us we have to formulate 6 challenges.




























We laughed boast our capabilities, as we were not good at studies we left that option.
1. group bike race of 300 km, 1st rank 100, 2nd 90 , 3rd 80 so on, finally sum
point of ladies and boys will determine winner.
2. volleyball match 6 vs 6( as we were colege volleyball champion).
3. kabaddi competition( our gang had 5 strong boys)
4. arm wrestling your best vs our best
5. mixed wrestling your best vs our best.
6. booze competition, who can drink more( we were always drunk)
Women protested these will be difficult, we chided them for being freaked out
for being our slaves, they said these will be difficult for boys, we laughed
out a lot. Women said they wanted some changes they proposed
1. boys can wear anything but women will wear saree during bike ride. Bike
race will be on same bike, chose your favourite model bikes we will follow same models else complains will arise about different bike performance.
2. volleyball and kabaddi women will wear ghaghra choli.
3. arm wrestling forget arm, if they displace a ghonghat of woman to see her face then women will consider it as defeat.
4. in wrestling if boy can successfully remove unpinned saree from blouse women will accept it as defeat.
5. in any one competition boys win they win all 6 groups.
6. women will pay for everything during competition.
We thought it was easy and we will win from 1st. So 1st we decided volleyball
simultaneously arm wrestling and mixed wrestling. Next day we arived at a college ground, college was booked properly no outside intrferece. Women decided to have their own changing room.we boys wore our shorts nothing on top showing our bare body muscles boasting, we were practising vollyball. 6
women came wearing ghaghra choli with heavy ornaments, we were excited to finish it and make them our slaves. We 1st served but never expected ghaghra choli women could jump upto 11 feet with ornament over net and hit the ball hard. In 22 shots 4 minutes they won. We just look stunned, women took kabaddi challenge. Never thought strong women, one woman will completely all out us in one raid. In armwrestling their weak hand was strong than two of
us.thei ghoonghat never slipped. Wrestling was more humiliation. One woman in saree just showed that her saree was unpinned, competitor have to just drop that saree pallu. She hold her pallu in one hand and other hand on hips, our best fighter jumped to ring, at bell fight started, woman was applying her lipstick, looking at her bangles adjusted her pleats, our boy tried to attack but a kick on his chin made him out in no time. Then women discussed about saree and cooking. We were frustrated, then bike race organized, nothing special we lost.all women were above us, only booze competition left. Now our hope was decreasing. We have to gave it all.

























Never knew women were tankers, they drank thrice as much as ours, we passed out, only we remembered we hugged to them while they rode their bike. In morning we were in bunglow with our parents besides us and women. Women discussed everything, parents were frustrated by our behaviour, they agreed to feminize us for our behavioural reform.women said they will provide
50thousand per month as salary for us apart from our clothes, herbs for
feminization. Our parents and we agrred reluctantly for our money. But women treated us politely gently, they never mocked us for our failure, only encouraged that this will lead to betterment. They enrolled us in home science college, they helped in our study,they took us on their bike for our salwar suit initially, then beauty parlour, they purchased scooty for us and took our bike for themselves. Our behaviours changed, we are now good boy, our parents happy so are we, now we are changed, they gifted us ornaments. Madan became our friend, we never met you as you were taking care of house but you inspired us as everyday Madan told your daily lifestyle.

....... listening this story the girls felt proud of their mothers nd hugged them, we boys hugged each other, Ragini informed boys parents that they will attend a marriage , parents agreed. Boys left their scooty there and sat on pilion of women and arrived at bunglow, we boys were happy as we got more
friends. There was whole girly feelings among boys girls women, all in same attire ghaghra choli in one day, saree blouse of same colour another day. All considered Sahelis of each other.1st marriage among principal madam and Anuj, madam was dressed in lehenga beautifully, Anuj was wearing shirt pant with suit looking beautiful in turban, we boys played as groom side, but we wore sarees, mom Madan Saasu Maa and Manasi also came from groom side. Manasi rode motorcycle with Anuj behind.except groom Anuj all in saree blouse, we danced in baraati, got a grand welcome from girls and women. Principal madam was shy blushing bride. Saasu Maa enchanted mantra, women gave kanyadan,principal madam touched feet of Anuj, he tied mangalsutra and sinduron madam. Finally bidaii, madam was crying a lot, she gave her all property in name of Anuj as dowry. 1st night Anuj enjoyed as a man, he was served with milk and devotion
by madam, finally madam was happy, this time she sucked his penis with all delicacy when hard inserted in her pussy she lied on bottom, man on top. After sleeping of Anuj she pressed his feet. Next morning she prepared him
bath, food touched his feet while covering her face in ghoonghat, she gave up
her bike to Anuj, Anuj gave it to mom. Now Anuj wanted to marry mom. Anuj was
decorated as a beautiful bride, we boys made special request as women and girls as baraati. Women to wear biker frocks , frocks just covering their vagina exposing their large butt, leather made, girls to wear jeand and black bra, mom wore her white saree she wore while rescuing Anuj earlier. The bikes were well decorated, they did stunt, danced in front. After marriage Madan’s marriage with Mom, Madan told he wanted a Gandarva marriage means marriage by consumation of sex. But it will be in public,a decorated bed in a darkened room, only bed is illuminated, all women girls and boys surrounded the bed in dark. Madan in sexiest bra panty sat on bed, Mom came wearing a strapon, Mom asked permission for intercourse, madan agreed, Mom removed Madan’s cloth
made him lie on four doggy pose, smeared generous lubricant on strapon and forced whole into Madan’s virgin ass fucked him good for whole night, in morning she applied blood as sindur on Madan and both slept for whole day.

























Seeing this exotic scene women approached my ex biker gang memebrs to be their partner. They agreed, girls were happy as their mother got their partners.
Again women’s day arrived, as anniversary of transformation and enjoying marriage, new union love bike trip to Thailand from Guwahati was planned , passport road permit visa already arranged by women using their influence. Girls arranged provisions, planning to stay on camps, some utensils to cook with groceries for 21 days,medicines, clothes under garments, bike spare parts, tools tackles, alcohol, cigarette, extra fuel.provisions equally distributed among girls with back packs tied to motorcycles, for smooth ride and each bike was pink colour harley davidson customized to carry extra luggage.































Normal household in my family is normal like others. Mom being submissive devoted housewife wakes up earlier, she touches feet of Madan, Anuj, Me, Saasu Maa,Manasi. As she is married to youngest son of family I also respectable to her in relationship. She takes bath, cooks for all, cleans house wears saree with pallu properly. She does not allow others to do domestic works. When we all wake up, she places women of house in bed worships them, drinks their feet dipped water to break her fast. Then she worships Anuj and Madan. Then Anuj and Madan worship her, all feed each other, all wear sindur and mangalsutra like housewives. Only Manasi goes to work, we all watch serials, play dance. Everyday go for bike ride, weekend long bike ride with girl gang and their mothers and their family.Mom in her saree cooks, principal madam also helps her. It is Saasu Maa who is worshipped by all, her words are final. Mom also have physical relationship in submissive way, she rarely uses strapon that too under command from Anuj or Madan. She loves missionary sex, loves blowjob drink cum from her
husbands. One day while serving food to Manasi her saree pallu dropped, Saasu maa was angry, she decided to punish Mom. She took a stick started beating
Mom till stick broke. Mom could have defied it, she is strong, yet she is a
submissive dutiful daughter in law.

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Superb story