03-09-2019, 06:46 AM
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This story will contain gay scenes in the future, so viewer discretion is advised...
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I was 16 years old when we came to Canada with my mother and father. My dad Anwar had an engineering degree back in India, but was unable to find a job here since his degree wasn’t worth much here. Getting an engineering degree again wasn’t possible as we had spent all our money to get here. My father ended up getting a job as a Taxi driver working late nights often sleeping in his Taxi after working 12+ hours to keep us afloat.
We got placed in a low-income part of Vancouver in a government housing program since we couldn’t afford much. I lived with my mother and father in a tiny apartment with neighbors who were in a similar situation as us or were living off government assistance because they were too lazy to work. I went to our local public college for free, but was often teased and bullied for my Indian accent. This made me skip colleges and hang around libraries. It was during one of these moments when I was skipping college that I ran into my neighbor Chandran.
Chandran I soon learnt was west Indian and like his name had a face like the moon with scars from acne from his youth. He was about 5’9 and 250lbs with thick mustache and no beard. He had a hairy body and showed signs of a receding hairline.
He looked exactly like this man, but with pimple scars on his face.
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“Why aren’t you in college? Do your parents know?” he asked me in a gruff voice.
Stuttering at being called out so openly by someone I replied “N-No sir” with my face paling at the though of my dad finding out I had skipped college.
“HAH! Calm down boy. I’m just messing with you. We all skip college in our teenage years.” He said with a friendly smile on his face.
“You know.. you could come over to my place. I have a PlayStation and would love to have someone to play with”. A wide grin enveloped my face as I nodded my head as an answer to his request.
Since that day, I have regularly been skipping college to instead go over and play at his house. He became like a mentor to me who taught me about life and philosophy while we played video games. I found out that he used to work in a warehouse until some boxes fell on him and ever since he had been claiming disability and milking the company dry.
I asked him if he had any regrets about not having gone back to college to make something of himself. Chandran laughed at my question “Yeah gone back to college only to work a 9-5 job sitting in a desk until I die?”
”HELL NO! I have no regrets” he replied with a cocky grin on his face. Slowly his grin faded and a somber look came upon his face as he stated “Though I wish I had a lovely woman to share my life with. Someone like your mother. I really envy your father you know.”
I was flabbergasted at this revelation. I didn’t even know he had seen my mom.
“huh… why my mom? She isn’t even pretty” I asked in bewilderment. My mother Anjali looked like your typical middle-aged mother. Being 40 years old and having had a kid, she never lost the pounds that she had put on being 5’4 and almost 150lbs. Her hair was had a few gray strands that she had taken to dying every month to maintain her some youth.
My mom Anjali
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Chandran roared with laughter at my question “Son, you only see that because she’s your mother. You don’t see her like a sexual woman. Your mother is the perfect woman. I love how her one canine tooth is longer and protrudes visible when she talks. She’s chubby like a real woman with an ass and big boobs. Oh and don’t even get me started with her legs. Have you seen how cute her feet are?? With your father being gone all the time, I bet she’s lonely. You know, if you weren’t my friend I would have started making moves on her a long time ago!”
I frowned at him with forehead scrunched. My mother was the last person I would have sexual thoughts about. That night I laid in bed unable to sleep waking up every few minutes in a cold sweat. All I could think about was my mother and Chandran together. Its not that I found my mother sexy, it was just the thought of another man having his way with my mom. The vision that kept me up was my mothers’ hands wrapped around Chandran’s neck while her legs were wrapped around his buttocks. Chradran was standing straight up carrying my mother like a child while slowly moving his dick up and down.
I awoke my eyes burning from the lack of sleep. It had been almost a month and I still could not put it out of my mind. It was as if I stuck in a fevered never-ending dream.
“Aditya, I have known you for almost two years now. I have never seen you look like this. Pale and black circles around your eyes. I thought it might be the lack of sleep and you would look better after getting a good rest this weekend, but it looks like you got even worse! I wouldn’t say anything but since you’re my friend, I need to ask you if you’re okay.” Chandran asked me while we took a beak from playing Crash Team Racking: Nitro Boost.
My heart pounded and I felt sick as I contemplated between telling him everything’s fine and blurting out the truth. In the end I did what anybody would do and muttered “I’m fine. Nothing to worry about”
Chandran swept me in a hug and I could smell his musty body odor as he rubbed my back and told me it’s okay. I don’t know what happened. Maybe its just that no one had hugged me since I was a child, but tears started rolling down my cheeks as I cried.
A few minutes later when my tears had stopped, I looked embarrassed. Chandran sat back and looked at me with a concerned face. “Aditya, just tell me. What’s going on”
I finally broke down and told him everything. “Chandran… this is going to sound so messed up.. I want you to take my fathers place.”
Chandran looked shocked as he told me “Aditya, you know I’m your friend and your like a son to me already, but you already have a father.”
“I know Chandran. What I mean is I want my mother to be with you. I think you would be perfect for each other. For the past month, I have thought about nothing but you and my mother being lovers. At first it started out as nightmares so that I couldn’t sleep. But now it’s gotten worse and its all I think about when I’m awake.” I answered him truthfully, laying my heart open.
“Oh… Aditya, you know I would love to have your mother. But be realistic, she’s married and she would never accept my advances” he replied looking thoughtful.
“I know sir. I just want to sleep peacefully and these nightmares won’t go away” I said looking remorseful at even asking such a thing of Chandran.
“You know, I think I can help you.” He said, opening his pants and dropping them to the floor. His dick rested on his balls, soft. It looked like he trimmed regularly.
“What are you doing?” I asked staring at his nudity.
“I have an idea that may help you” he said taking my hand and putting it on his soft dick. “Now tell me about your nightmares while rubbing my dick”
To my shock, instead of pulling my hand away, I felt the cold sweat start again as I shivered and began complying with his order.
“I know my mom won’t ever do such a thing, so I was thinking of drugging her. I would ask her to put on the clothes she wore on her wedding and then later that day, I would bring her a glass of milk when the drug in it.”
Chandra moaned as his dick started to unravel and grew with my story.
“I want it to be like your wedding night. I would carry her to your apartment and come in your bedroom and hand her over to you asking you to please take care of my mom before stepping away and going to a corner.”
By now his dick was at full mast, a little over 8 inches and very thick. Definitely bigger than my 6 inches.
“I want to be there to see your first time when you make love to my mother.” I whispered in a throaty voice.
“Oh yea... you have really soft hands. Don’t stop, keep going” Chandran moaned
I wasn’t sure if he meant my hand or the story. Not knowing, I decided to do both “In my fantasy you fuck my mom in many different position. But my favorite is where you hold her up like a baby with her arms around your neck and your hands on her buttocks while you fuck her standing up. I want her to be your slut. I want to hear her squeal while you fuck her the way she deserves. Make her your bitch Chandran, please I’m begging you!” I whispered
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All of a sudden, I saw his balls tighten as spurts of cum squirted in the air and Chandran screamed “Yes!!! I swear Adtya I’ll make her mine!!”
I continue jerking him for another minute until he was completely done. A lot of it had dribbled on my hand. Just as I started pulling away, Chandran grabbed my arm and looked me in the eye. “Listen Aditya, if you really want me and your mother to be together, you have to be the one to make things happen”
I pondered over those words as I fell asleep and for the first time slept quite literally like a baby with a blissful smile on my face.
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I was 16 years old when we came to Canada with my mother and father. My dad Anwar had an engineering degree back in India, but was unable to find a job here since his degree wasn’t worth much here. Getting an engineering degree again wasn’t possible as we had spent all our money to get here. My father ended up getting a job as a Taxi driver working late nights often sleeping in his Taxi after working 12+ hours to keep us afloat.
We got placed in a low-income part of Vancouver in a government housing program since we couldn’t afford much. I lived with my mother and father in a tiny apartment with neighbors who were in a similar situation as us or were living off government assistance because they were too lazy to work. I went to our local public college for free, but was often teased and bullied for my Indian accent. This made me skip colleges and hang around libraries. It was during one of these moments when I was skipping college that I ran into my neighbor Chandran.
Chandran I soon learnt was west Indian and like his name had a face like the moon with scars from acne from his youth. He was about 5’9 and 250lbs with thick mustache and no beard. He had a hairy body and showed signs of a receding hairline.
He looked exactly like this man, but with pimple scars on his face.
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“Why aren’t you in college? Do your parents know?” he asked me in a gruff voice.
Stuttering at being called out so openly by someone I replied “N-No sir” with my face paling at the though of my dad finding out I had skipped college.
“HAH! Calm down boy. I’m just messing with you. We all skip college in our teenage years.” He said with a friendly smile on his face.
“You know.. you could come over to my place. I have a PlayStation and would love to have someone to play with”. A wide grin enveloped my face as I nodded my head as an answer to his request.
Since that day, I have regularly been skipping college to instead go over and play at his house. He became like a mentor to me who taught me about life and philosophy while we played video games. I found out that he used to work in a warehouse until some boxes fell on him and ever since he had been claiming disability and milking the company dry.
I asked him if he had any regrets about not having gone back to college to make something of himself. Chandran laughed at my question “Yeah gone back to college only to work a 9-5 job sitting in a desk until I die?”
”HELL NO! I have no regrets” he replied with a cocky grin on his face. Slowly his grin faded and a somber look came upon his face as he stated “Though I wish I had a lovely woman to share my life with. Someone like your mother. I really envy your father you know.”
I was flabbergasted at this revelation. I didn’t even know he had seen my mom.
“huh… why my mom? She isn’t even pretty” I asked in bewilderment. My mother Anjali looked like your typical middle-aged mother. Being 40 years old and having had a kid, she never lost the pounds that she had put on being 5’4 and almost 150lbs. Her hair was had a few gray strands that she had taken to dying every month to maintain her some youth.
My mom Anjali
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Chandran roared with laughter at my question “Son, you only see that because she’s your mother. You don’t see her like a sexual woman. Your mother is the perfect woman. I love how her one canine tooth is longer and protrudes visible when she talks. She’s chubby like a real woman with an ass and big boobs. Oh and don’t even get me started with her legs. Have you seen how cute her feet are?? With your father being gone all the time, I bet she’s lonely. You know, if you weren’t my friend I would have started making moves on her a long time ago!”
I frowned at him with forehead scrunched. My mother was the last person I would have sexual thoughts about. That night I laid in bed unable to sleep waking up every few minutes in a cold sweat. All I could think about was my mother and Chandran together. Its not that I found my mother sexy, it was just the thought of another man having his way with my mom. The vision that kept me up was my mothers’ hands wrapped around Chandran’s neck while her legs were wrapped around his buttocks. Chradran was standing straight up carrying my mother like a child while slowly moving his dick up and down.
I awoke my eyes burning from the lack of sleep. It had been almost a month and I still could not put it out of my mind. It was as if I stuck in a fevered never-ending dream.
“Aditya, I have known you for almost two years now. I have never seen you look like this. Pale and black circles around your eyes. I thought it might be the lack of sleep and you would look better after getting a good rest this weekend, but it looks like you got even worse! I wouldn’t say anything but since you’re my friend, I need to ask you if you’re okay.” Chandran asked me while we took a beak from playing Crash Team Racking: Nitro Boost.
My heart pounded and I felt sick as I contemplated between telling him everything’s fine and blurting out the truth. In the end I did what anybody would do and muttered “I’m fine. Nothing to worry about”
Chandran swept me in a hug and I could smell his musty body odor as he rubbed my back and told me it’s okay. I don’t know what happened. Maybe its just that no one had hugged me since I was a child, but tears started rolling down my cheeks as I cried.
A few minutes later when my tears had stopped, I looked embarrassed. Chandran sat back and looked at me with a concerned face. “Aditya, just tell me. What’s going on”
I finally broke down and told him everything. “Chandran… this is going to sound so messed up.. I want you to take my fathers place.”
Chandran looked shocked as he told me “Aditya, you know I’m your friend and your like a son to me already, but you already have a father.”
“I know Chandran. What I mean is I want my mother to be with you. I think you would be perfect for each other. For the past month, I have thought about nothing but you and my mother being lovers. At first it started out as nightmares so that I couldn’t sleep. But now it’s gotten worse and its all I think about when I’m awake.” I answered him truthfully, laying my heart open.
“Oh… Aditya, you know I would love to have your mother. But be realistic, she’s married and she would never accept my advances” he replied looking thoughtful.
“I know sir. I just want to sleep peacefully and these nightmares won’t go away” I said looking remorseful at even asking such a thing of Chandran.
“You know, I think I can help you.” He said, opening his pants and dropping them to the floor. His dick rested on his balls, soft. It looked like he trimmed regularly.
“What are you doing?” I asked staring at his nudity.
“I have an idea that may help you” he said taking my hand and putting it on his soft dick. “Now tell me about your nightmares while rubbing my dick”
To my shock, instead of pulling my hand away, I felt the cold sweat start again as I shivered and began complying with his order.
“I know my mom won’t ever do such a thing, so I was thinking of drugging her. I would ask her to put on the clothes she wore on her wedding and then later that day, I would bring her a glass of milk when the drug in it.”
Chandra moaned as his dick started to unravel and grew with my story.
“I want it to be like your wedding night. I would carry her to your apartment and come in your bedroom and hand her over to you asking you to please take care of my mom before stepping away and going to a corner.”
By now his dick was at full mast, a little over 8 inches and very thick. Definitely bigger than my 6 inches.
“I want to be there to see your first time when you make love to my mother.” I whispered in a throaty voice.
“Oh yea... you have really soft hands. Don’t stop, keep going” Chandran moaned
I wasn’t sure if he meant my hand or the story. Not knowing, I decided to do both “In my fantasy you fuck my mom in many different position. But my favorite is where you hold her up like a baby with her arms around your neck and your hands on her buttocks while you fuck her standing up. I want her to be your slut. I want to hear her squeal while you fuck her the way she deserves. Make her your bitch Chandran, please I’m begging you!” I whispered
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All of a sudden, I saw his balls tighten as spurts of cum squirted in the air and Chandran screamed “Yes!!! I swear Adtya I’ll make her mine!!”
I continue jerking him for another minute until he was completely done. A lot of it had dribbled on my hand. Just as I started pulling away, Chandran grabbed my arm and looked me in the eye. “Listen Aditya, if you really want me and your mother to be together, you have to be the one to make things happen”
I pondered over those words as I fell asleep and for the first time slept quite literally like a baby with a blissful smile on my face.
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