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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. 

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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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The next morning I woke up refreshed and feeling like a million bucks. My mom even noticed it as I had my morning breakfast while she made me an egg sandwich and tea. 

“wow! You finally stopped looking so sickly. I thought you must have been studying hard for your exams! Did they go well?” She asked me while spreading mayonnaise on a piece of toast.

“Oh yeah, My exams. Yeah, I’m doing okay” I replied with a smile. While I did skip college a lot, it didn’t mean I was an idiot. I was always good at self-study and knew what I was doing in class. It’s why my teachers never bothered with me when I never showed up to class until a test day and aced it.

“You know, I was hanging out with Chandran yesterday. He’s a really nice guy!” I said, waiting to see her reaction.

“Oh you mean our neighbor two doors down? Yeah, I have spoken to him a few times in passing. He always says good morning to me” she replied absentmindedly.

“Yeah? What do you think of him?” I asked while taking a bite out of my egg sandwich.

“Well…he could lose a few pounds that’s for sure” She replied giggling. “Oh and did you see his mustache? He reminds me of Hitler. I thought Hitler killed that mustache style, but I guess I was wrong.”

I frowned “Well, he’s not a bad guy!” I said with a bit of hurt at the way my mother was talking about my father. That’s what I thought of him as now. My father. It really upset me that she could talk in such a way about her future husband.

“Oh calm down son, you know I’m telling the truth. He could use a shave too! He’s so hairy like an animal” She replied teasing me.

“huh.. no, you would love him if you talked to him a bit more. He is really good to me! In fact, I have invited him to dinner over at our place today” I told my mother.

“Wait what! Why didn’t you ask me first?” she replied “I don’t even have anything ready to cook! I have to go get some veggies from the supermarket”

I finished my sandwich as my mother hurried to the bedroom to get ready to go to the supermarket. She didn’t like to go alone as she felt out of place surrounded by all these people of different ethnicity. I usually went with her to the market to ease her anxiousness. But I would be late to college.

“Mom, I’m heading out. I’ll be late for college. Can you go to the supermarket by yourself today?” I asked her in a hurried tone.
She peeked out with a frown on her face “I guess I don’t have a choice now do I?”

I gave her a big grin and made me way out and two doors down to Chandran's house. Chandran was already up playing the newest Call of Duty game. He seemed addicted to it. He looked up at me from his recliner sofa and smiled at me. “You came here just in time! Let’s play zombie mode”.

We played that game for almost 5 hours before I headed out to get back to college for my last class. I had a test I needed to ace today. 

“Oh Chandran, you’re invited to dinner at my place at 8 pm. It’s time you met my mom!” I said with a knowing smile on my face.

“Wait what! You could have told me that earlier you rascal!” he shouted after me as I left his place.

Later that day, as time approached 8 pm, I asked my mom what she had made for dinner.

“Biryani of course!” she replied as she started setting the dishes out at the dining table.

“Oh that’s amazing! Wait. Don’t tell me you’re going to meet him in that dress!” I queried her with a frown on my face.

“What’s wrong with this dress?” She asked me looked down at herself.

This was their first date! I wanted my mom to leave a good impression on Chandran. “Can you wear that black dress you have? And paint your nails black to match them?”

“What! Your father gifted me that dress on Valentines day. I can’t wear that in front of another man!” she replied in an angry tone.

“Oh come on mom! It’s just a dress and you’ll get a new one this valentine’s day. What’s the point of hiding it in your closet only to wear it once a day?” I asked trying to reason with her.

“Well.. I suppose you’re right.” She glanced at the clock and hurried into her bedroom shouting back “Set out the dining table for me dear!”

She came out almost an hour later. She had taken a bath and smelt fresh. It looked like she had even put some rouge on her lips or maybe it was the first time I had noticed how red her lips are.

I know I said before that I never saw how my mother could look beautiful, but at that moment, I understood. The black maxi dress came down to knees from where you could see that she word an orange pant underneath. A thin gold bracelet adorned her beautiful feet where her toes were painted black against her white skin accentuating her beauty.

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“Wow mom. You’re gorgeous!” I whispered awestruck.

She blushed and smiled at me “I haven’t been called that since I was a teenager” she giggled.

Just then the bell rang and I rushed to open the door. Chandran was dressed in a white shirt with its sleeves rolled up, showing his hairy arms and blue jeans.

“Come in Chandran! You’re exactly on time! This is my mother Anjali” I said pointing towards my mother in giddy excitement.

She came forward and bowed making a cup with her right hand as she said “Salaam bhaiya”

Chandran laughed and took her hand instead and brushed his lips against it. I watched with wide eyes while mother stood still too shocked to move an inch.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you! Your son has told me a lot about you! All great things, don’t worry” he boomed with laughter. Seeing my mom still looking shocked, he said charmingly “Don’t worry mam, this is how we greet beautiful women here in this country”

The tension broken, I escorted him to the dining table where dinner was set out. I pulled out the chair where the head of the house sits. The chair where my dad always sits. It seemed only fair. You know what I’m talking about right? The chair at the very front of the table where there's only enough space for 1 chair to fit.

My mom sat on one side and I the opposite. Chandran was seated to my right and her left. For a minute we sat in an awkward silence, none of us knowing what to say next.

“Do you know my son well?” my mom asked him with an inquiring look and an eyebrow arched.

“Yes maam! He’s a very smart boy. We play video games often together. What about you Anjali, do you work? Or are you a stay a housewife?” he replied.

“I’m a housewife. Though I get bored a lot now that Aditya has grown up. What about you?” she asked him in interest. “I always see you at home. Do you work from home?”

“No, I used to be a manager at  a warehouse, but I ended up getting injured on the job and now my leg cramps up in pain randomly through the day.” He replied sorrowfully

I knew he was lying he told me he worked as an order picker and that he actually didn’t suffer any pains, but the lie got him on disability benefit and easy money. But I could tell his plan had worked as my mom put her hand over his and patted it saying “I’m sorry”

Before she could pull her hand back, Chandran immediately latched on to it like a dying man. “Thank you Anjali, usually people look at me with disdain, but you’re the first one who has had any empathy. You truly are a wonderful woman” He replied with a tentative smile.

My mom also broke out in a smile at being complemented and pulled her hand back as he let her go after saying his piece.

“Let’s get started on dinner before it gets cold” she said getting up and bringing in the dish from the kitchen. She went around the 
table putting food on our plates before returning to her own. As she was about to put some in her own plate, Chandran interrupted. “No Anjali, please let me" he said and took the spoon out of her hand, making sure to touch her hand a few more seconds than necessary before putting the food on her plate.

“It’s only fair since you put food on our plates!” Chandran said charmingly

My mom just smiled and we began eating as my mom and Chandran talked animatedly. About 10 minutes in, I was finished with my food and took my phone out of my pocket. “Oh, please excuse me, I have to go get this” I said walking into my bedroom. As I glanced back at them before closing my bedroom, I saw Chandran giving me a sly grin. I wanted to leave them alone for their fist date instead of being a third wheel.

I sat on my laptop googling random stuff on how a man seduces a woman for 30 minutes before a knock came on my door. I immediately put books around pretending as if I was studying and opened the door. It was my mom.

“Aditiya, what happened! You just left me alone with your guest while you went to your room!” she scolded me angrily.

“I’m really sorry mom, but this was urgent. I just got a text from my friend and remembered that I had an exam tomorrow that I haven’t studied for!” I said trying to calm her down.

It worked as she only had a frown on her face now but the anger was gone. “Well, you could have at least said goodbye to him” She scolded me as she went and sat on the sofa to watch some TV before bed. I didn’t realize he was gone already.

I texted Chandran immediately “I hope the date went well! LOL ?”
His reply was immediate “hahahahah!! It was perfect. I’ll tell you all about it tomorrow. You did good my son  "

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I know there's quite a few spelling/grammatical errors, but I'm too lazy to read over it. Let me know if there's an official editor around here.

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Hey I loved it but please stay consistent with updates

I'll try lol.. I have the next 3-4 chapters already written out. I'll try to do once or twice a week since my college starts tomorrow.

As always, any ideas on what direction to take the story is appreciated.

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That last sentence made me feel good inside. I felt happy and once again I slept peacefully thinking about my mom and future father holding hands like lovers.

The next morning I almost ran out of the house without breakfast, not wanting to be late for college. I felt bad at not being able to eat the chapati and chickpeas my mom had made.

“Mom, you can give it to Chandran! He told me he usually only eats Oatmeal for breakfast because he’s a bad cook” I yelled over my back as I hurried out the front door. My mom said something back, but I was too far to hear it properly.

Later that day I went straight to Chandran's apartment after college finished. He looked at me with a happy smile on his face. “My future wife brought me breakfast today. I can’t thank you enough for this Aditya, I don’t remember the last time I have been this happy.”

I laughed “Well man, come on, tell me did you start seducing her last night?? Tell me EVERYTHING!”

“After you left, we talked a lot about our dreams and aspiration. Did you know, your mother always wanted to learn how to dance? I told her that she should start taking dancing lessons. She didn’t want to waste her other husband’s money though, so she never took to it. We finished eating about 10 minutes after you left, but just talked about life and had really good conversation. When we had nothing to talk about anymore, I got up and started washing the dishes in your kitchen. You mom tried to stop me from doing it, insisting that a guest shouldn’t do such things, but I ignored her. Instead we ended up compromising. She soaped the dishes while I washed them. You should have seen us, we were like real husband and wife. When I was about to leave and she said goodbye to me at the door, I took her into my arms and hugged her goodbye. I felt her boobs press into me and I lightly ran my hand over her back. If I wasn’t wearing my jeans then, I’m sure my tip would’ve entered her through her dress. It was amazing. I thanked her for being such a wonderful lady before I left. She just smiled and waved goodbye”




I was hard throughout the entire re-telling of his story. Chandran noticed and smiled “Don’t worry, its not over yet. When she came to give me my breakfast this morning, I told her it would be better if I ate in your home instead since I wouldn’t have to return. I ate breakfast with her and we talked for almost an hour. Then I helped her put away the dishes before leaving. I didn’t hug her this time, because I could tell she was really uncomfortable the last time”

“Wow. You’re making good progress. You made a good decision Chandran, trust me. My mom would be a great wife for you.” I said smiling.

“I really hope so Aditya, I think I’m falling in love with her. I’m starting to get a bit angry whenever I see your father and know that he’s sleeping beside my future wife” he said with a frown on his face. I could tell by his expression that he was jealous.

“Don’t worry Chandran, you have nothing to fear. When my dad came home yesterday, he didn’t even notice my mom. He just blinked at her, said hey, and then went to the bedroom to sleep after eating. He didn’t even notice her! He was gone before I even woke up. Trust me, you have nothing to worry about. Once you show my mom that you’re a superior man compared to my father, you can finally sleep together!” I said reassuringly.
 
Life continued on like this where I would invite Chandran over and he’d spend most of the day with us. Sometimes he’d come for dinner, other times breakfast, but he was here at least once a day. My mom got used to Chandran’s hugs and they’d always hug goodbye at the door. I could tell that my mom only thought of him as a good friend, but Chandran took a lot of enjoyment from it. I never had cold sweats and sleepless nights since this began.

One day, I came home to see that my mom wasn’t home. I tried Chandrans home, but he wasn’t there either. Frowning at where they could have gone, I went back to my apartment and studied for my upcoming test. An hour later, I heard footsteps and my door unlocking. I peeked out of my room, just in time to see my mom and Chandran hugging goodbye. My mom was wearing a red saree that showed just a tiny bit of her navel and back. Chandran winked at me as his left hand caressed her bottom while his other hand was on her exposed back, touching her bare skin. It only lasted for a second before the door closed and Chandran was gone. 




My mom turned around with a surprised look on her face. “Oh Aditya! you’re home already? What time is it?” she asked glancing towards the clock on the wall of our living room.

I saw that there were packets of frozen goods and other groceries on the floor. I hurried to take the load off her and started putting away the vegetables in the fridge. “You went to the market with Chandran” I asked her questioningly.

“Yeah, I just realized that we were running out and didn’t want to go alone, so I asked Chandran.” She replied kneeling beside me to 
help put away the items into the fridge.

“That’s great mom! Now you don’t have to bother me with doing it, so I can concentrate on college more!” I said teasingly.

“What? Was it interfering with your college work!? Why didn’t you tell me??” she frowned at me.

“Don’t worry Ma, it’s not a big deal. From now on you can just ask Chandran to go with you to the supermarket and other places instead of me” I replied cheerfully.

“What? I can’t do that! I’m sure he doesn’t want to spend all his time doing shopping” she laughed.

“No Ma, he’d love to! He really respects you ya know. I think it would be great if you spent more time with him” I reasoned “After all, he’s your only friend. Doesn’t it make sense for you to grow your friendship?”

“I suppose so” she said absentmindedly. I could tell that she was really giving some thought to what I said.

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Life continued on relatively normal and before I knew it six months had passed. I could tell that my mothers friendship with Chandran had really grown. Nothing much happened between them besides a hug at the end of the day. 
 
Of course, Chandran continued his physical behavior, taking every opportunity to occasionally brush his elbow across mom's bosom or graze her butt during a hug. It always excited me knowing that my mother never said anything to him. 

Parent-teacher meeting night was coming up this Friday, and I knew as usual my dad wouldn’t be able to come because he was too busy working. My mom couldn’t come because she didn’t want to go anywhere alone in this new country without my father. I was really proud of my grades and wanted my mom to come. That’s when the it occurred to me.

After dinner, we sat watching a TV show called “Smallville” when I broke the subject with her “Mumma, Can you please come to the parent-teacher night tomorrow?”

She had a puzzled look on her face “What? Where is this coming from Aditya, we never went to your parent-teacher meeting night before. You know I can’t come without your father.”

That’s when I started crying. To my surprise, I wasn’t faking it. “I know mom, but I really worked hard this year. I want you to be proud of me and hear from my teachers about how I’m doing. Maybe you can ask Chandran to go with you since dad can't come”

Her eyes widened "I can't ask him to do that! Besides, it would look improper for me to go with a friend to your parent-teacher meeting. What will people think?!  I just can't go without your father"

She pulled me close to her and I cried with my tears wetting her neck. “Please mom, maybe you can ask Chandran to come with you. He can pretend to be dad, and you guys can come together. Please mumma, I really want you to come” I hiccuped between my sobs.

I was held close to her until my sobs subsided before she pulled away and looked at me. It looked like she too had cried. “I don’t know what to do Aditi baby, how can I ask him to do such a thing?? Your dad would be very upset and angry if he found out that Chandran pretended to be my husband on your parent-teacher night” She told me remorsefully.

“Please mumma, can you try to ask Chandran? I won’t tell dad, he won’t find out from any of us. What he doesn’t know wont hurt him. I have never asked you for anything before. Please can you do this for me?” I asked her again with a sad look on my face. I was actually upset I realized to my chagrin. I really wanted her to come. It didn’t have to be with Chandran. I just waned her to be proud of me.

“Okay Aditi. Let's talk to Chandran. Can you go invite him for dinner? Maybe we can ask him for this favor then?” she replied in a hesitant tone.

My face broke out into a wide grin as I hugged my mother and picked her off the floor, twirling her around me. She laughed as she clung to my neck her boobs pressed against me. “I love you ma! You’re the best!!!” I screamed in happiness as I put her back on the ground. We held on to each other for a minute while we got our breath back and the floor stopped shaking. Her breath was fast and hard from her heart pounding and I felt it on my neck. For the first time in my life I got aroused by my own mother.

I ran out the door to Chandran’s apartment and excitedly told him what was up before inviting him to dinner. “Aditya, don’t tell your mother that you told me about the parent-teacher night. I want her to ask me to be her husband” he told me with a crooked grin. “I don’t know how you do it Aditya, but you’re helping me and my wife be together. With your help, by next year, I will really be your father and she’ll be my wife!” He laughed uproariously.

I smiled back at him, giving him a thumbs up and ran back into my apartment. It would be 2 hours before dinner.

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I saw mom was making some Roti to eat and some daal and went up to her “Ma! Leave that to me. You go take a bath and get ready. Wear some makeup and nail polish. We want to impress Chandran so he can’t say no to a beautiful lady!” I told her, taking her place.
She looked at me for a moment before saying “Aditi. The things I do for you. I better get a best Mom ever coffee cup on my birthday” she said shaking her head before walking off to the bedroom.


I just laughed and promised that she’d get one soon as she left the kitchen and the door closed behind her. Two hours later, when my mom emerged from the bedroom, she looked even better than she did on her first date with her future husband.

She was wearing a green and blue sundress that splayed out, ending just past her knees. It was a one-piece baggy dress that didn’t show off her boobs or ass, but it did show off her legs. I don’t ever remember having seen her legs in that way before, but they looked shiny and hairless with an anklet adorning her right ankle. It chimed with every step she took. Her toes had pink polish on them, same as her fingernails. Her hair flowed around her back with a top knot that made her look beautiful. I had never thought of my mom as hot, but right now, this was the only way I could describe her. She had worn makeup that I hadn’t seen her with in years. Her eyelashes seemed longer, and her lips were painted pink like her nails with just a hint of red blush on her cheeks. I was too stunned to speak and would have stared at her forever if the doorbell hadn’t rung.

I turned towards the door and opened it. Chandran looked stunned as he stared at my mom. I turned to look towards and we both stood staring at her for 30 seconds as my mom looked down shyly. He rushed in towards her knocking me aside as he hugged her for a few seconds longer than necessary before pulling away while holding her shoulders. He looked into her eyes and whispered “Wow… I have never seen anyone this beautiful in my life Anjali! You are truly an angel. Your husband must be proud of having such a trophy wife!” he admired.

My mom blushed red in a way I had never seen before speaking “Oh stop it Chandran, you’re making me blush!” and pulling away from his clutches.

We sat around the dining table as usual while my mom put food in our plates with Chandran putting food in mom’s plate as usual. My mom smiled at him and we talked as usual like a family with Chandran asking how her day was and what I learnt in college today. After we finished the meal, my mom put her hand over Chandran’s and looked him in the eye while biting her lip. “Chandran. I have a huge favor to ask you. Aditi’s parent teacher night is coming up this Friday and since Anwar won’t be able to come due to his work, could you come in his palce?”

“What are you asking me Anjali? Do you want me to take your husbands place in this meeting?” he asking with his eyebrows raised that made lines appear on his forehead.

“Well, it would look improper if I went by myself, I was wondering you could pretend to be Aditi’s father. I know I’m asking a lot, but please think it over. You are a dear friend to me, and I would really owe you for this” my mom said caressing his hand.
Chandran clasped his hand with her and their fingers intertwined. “Of course, Anjali! I’d do anything for you!”

“Wow, that’s great Chandu!!” she said in happy voice. She had just given him an affectionate nickname that you give to people you care about, like how she called me Aditi. I sat that with a big goofy grin on my face as I noticed that Chandran and my mom still held hands

“Anjali, hold on! If we want to pull this off, I have to pretend to be your real husband for the next few days, so we don’t look so awkward in front of their teachers. I don’t know if you’d be able to pull this off without some practice first” he said looking thoughtful.
I could see my mother thinking about this before replying “I… I don’t know Chandran, I don’t think that would be proper” with a frown on her face

“Don’t worry Anjali, its just fake practice!” he said trying to reassure her. “Besides, it will destroy your son if anyone figures out that you had to use a fake father because his real one couldn’t find the time to come”

My mom still had a frown on her face as she replied in a stern voice “Anwar is very busy from working all day to provide for us”, but she relented “I see your point too though, I guess that makes sense. How do we do this? What do you mean by practice?”
“Well, I’m assuming your husband doesn’t know about this, so I think we should be together as much as possible for the next 2 days until the meeting. This way we will get comfortable around each other.” He said as a matter of fact.

Turning towards me, he said in a voice that commanded obedience “Aditi, go to your room and finish your homework, while we clean up the dishes”

“Yes sir!” I saluted while laughing and going into my room.

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Anjali’s viewpoint (contd..)


I immediately ran to the washroom and used mouth wash before brushing four times. I felt physically sick. This was the first time he had gone this far, and I wanted to call the entire thing off, but remembered my child’s sobs and knew I could do this to him. It was true that he had never asked me for anything, and this was the first time he had asked me to do something. Steeling myself and the feelings of disgust I had towards that man, I decided to just put up with it until the meeting and then stop talking to him as much until we went back to barely talking to each other. 

It was my fault I knew. It started when I first asked him to go to the supermarket with me. He had been much too physical at the time, but hearing Aditi sounding relieved that he could concentrate on his studies now that I had Chandran made me feel bad. I knew I had to stop depending on my son and only had Chandran to turn to, which is what I did.

The next day, Aditya went to college when Chandran managed to sneak in after him. I guess Aditi had left the door unlocked. It was a surprise when I felt someone’s hands lift me up from behind, hugging me. I screamed in terror and dropped the utensils I was washing. 

“Hahahahaa calm down Anjali, its just me your husband” he said with a smile.

Turning around, I hit him on the chest “Don’t scare me like that”. I was a bit perturbed that he had just come into my house like that. It felt wrong.

Hugging me close to him, he whispered in my ear “I missed you baby”. I was less shocked as he massaged my but with both his hands. I put my arms around his neck and my head on his chest as I replied, “I missed you too sweetie!”

Knowing that would satisfy him into releasing me, I extricated myself from his arms and shivered in revulsion. 

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VIDEO OF MOM AND CHANDRAN's INTERACTION

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I watched him walk away with a goofy smile and sighed in relief thinking that he had gone back to his apartment. Instead, a few minutes later, I hear the washroom shower open and new that he was in taking a shower in my house. It infuriated me that he would do that before asking me. I calmed myself by thinking of my son and how happy it would make him. I could sacrifice my happiness for a few days to see him smile. Any mother would. Instead, I busied myself making tea deciding that I’d treat him like Anwar or else everyone would see me cringing every time he came near me.

He came out of our bedroom 20 minutes later wearing Anwar's clothes. I didn’t expect him to go this far but kept quiet not wanting to displease him or he might refuse go to the meeting with me.

Instead, I put on a fake smile on my face as I walked toward him with tea on a small platter. “I bought some tea for you Chandu dear!” I said in a sweet voice knowing that’s how I talk to my husband.

He sat on the sofa as I trailed behind him with the tea. He turned on the television before looking at me and saying “Anjali, that tea is too hot, why don’t you put some in the platter and blow on it to cool it down. Then you can feed me the tea so I can concentrate on watching the tv!”

My eye twitched as I imagined smashing the cup on his face and stabbing him with the remains. Instead, I kept that fake smile on and blew on the tea, as he sipped on it after each one had cooled down. It took 15 minutes before the ordeal was over. As I was getting up to walk away, he grabbed my hand, stopping me in my tracks. He took the teacup from me and put it down on the table before pulling me down on him. I screeched as I fell on his lap and felt his lips kiss my ear while he sniffed at my hair. “Anjali, you’re so beautiful! Let’s go out, I want to show you off to the whole world!”

I just wanted to get away from him at that moment and agreed with him so he would let me go. Instead of letting me go, he got up himself and pulled me towards the bedroom. Before I knew what happened, I was in my bedroom, watching him sift through my clothes picking out what he wanted me to wear. He stopped in the middle of sifting it as he took out what he wanted me to wear. Wear this, you’d look so beautiful in it!

I laughed “That’s my wedding dress, I can’t wear that” I replied and put it back in the wardrobe before looking back at him.

“Well, I guess you can’t yet. It’s better to wait” he muttered to himself. I wasn’t sure that I had heard him correctly so asking him “Did you say something?”

“No, my angel! Why don’t you wear this?” He said, pulling out a pink salwar kameez that I had worn once during our anniversary. I really didn’t want to argue with him, and agreed to it, ushering him out the door so I could get changed.

Sighing as I closed the door, I put my back to it as I slowly fell to the ground hating myself for having ever agreed to do this. I should’ve come up with another solution. Maybe I could ask Anwar if he’d be free tomorrow for the meeting instead? Yes. That could work. I’ll get through today and cancel tomorrow and go with Anwar instead I told myself resolutely.

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I'll post an update on Thursday. I have it all written out, I'm just too lazy to edit and add pictures :/

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Chandran’s viewpoint

When she emerged from the bedroom, his heart raced, and he felt a stirring in his groin. This woman was amazing. He felt butterflies every time she called him “Chandu” or “Sweetie”. It really felt like they were together, and Anjali was warming up to him.

“You look amazing Anjali” he gushed as she came out of the bedroom in a pink salwar kameez that accentuated her hips.

“Oh, stop it Chandu!” Anjali blushed looking at her feet.

Chandran loved the way she looked when she became shy and her cheeks colored red. His gaze travelled up and down her body as he devoured her with his eyes. Unclothing the clothed body standing before him, he imagined how beautiful she looked naked. He was lost in this daydream for a few minutes before Anjali cleared her throat to get his attention.

“Where do you want to go Chandran?” she asked demurely.

“Let go shopping! I want to buy you some new clothes. We can act like we are a husband and wife in public. This can be our test to see if we can fool the public” he said excitedly.

Anjali seemed to ponder it for a few seconds before nodding her head. “You’re right. We need to see if people can figure out that we aren’t actually a couple, so we can improve the acting.”

Anjali brushed past Chandran and started walking towards the shoe rack. She picked out a pair of sandals out of the dozen options she had and sat on the sofa to wear it. But before she had a chance to do anything, Chandran picked up a pair of high heels and came towards her. No Anjali, wear this so you can be my height and I don’t have to bend down for you.

Anjali looked surprised at the high heels. She had never gotten a chance to wear it with Anwar because he was only 5’5, so wearing it made her taller than him.

Chandran came forward and gingerly grasped her right foot with his hands. He gazed at them as if they were the most beautiful diamonds he had seen before bending down and kissing her feet. “Damn Anjali … is there any part of you that isn’t beautiful?!” he said in angry mocking tone.

She laughed and looked down on him as he gingerly slipped the high heels onto her feet. The kissing had surprised her, but it was not unwelcome. Anwar used to worship her feet often back in India because he had a huge foot fetish. Knowing how turned on he got simply by kissing her feet turned her on. It made her feel more dominant and she loved to tease him and make him sniff between her toes after a hard day’s work. She really did miss having him lick her feet clean while telling her how amazing she was. 

Video of Anwar worshipping Anjali's feet
https://www.xvideos.com/video.udfhtbbe07...eli_s_feet

Sometimes she really wished she could have her old husband back before they came to this country and he got consumed by his work. Back then, they never had to worry about money, and she had servants to do the cooking. Anjali couldn't help but feel slightly resentful at having given up an amazing life to come live as paupers in a first world country. Though she pushed those feeling deep down knowing that Anwar was doing what was best for their son.

Standing up on wobbly feet, she grasped at his arms to keep from falling. She giggled at her clumsiness and in giddy excitement as she had never imagined being able to wear high heels ever again.

Chandran smiled as he supported her weight and they walked out the apartment. Getting down the stairs was a huge struggle as Anjali had trouble walking down the stairs. It took 5 minutes just to get down 1 floor and they had 2 more to go.

Getting frustrated, Chandran saw his chance and picked Anjali up with one hand behind her back and the other underneath her knees.

Anjali shrieked in confusion before realizing that she was in another mans arms. Anwar was never able to pick her up like this. He had tried his best during his honeymoon, but they had both fallen down and Anjali felt bad for being too fat to be carried.

Anjali rested her head against his chest as she breathed in his manly musk that was covered by cologne. He was ugly to look at and she wasn’t the slightest bit attracted to him, but she did admire him for his manliness. She also felt a tingle in her nether region for the first time she had come to Canada.

As they reached the bottom of the floor, Chandran gently lowered her feet first onto the ground.

“Thank you!” Anjali said shyly from behind her eyelashes.

“It’s my duty as your husband Anjali. Whenever you are in trouble, I will be there to save you” He replied paraphrasing something he had seen in a movie once.

Anjali giggled and they walked out together with Anjali clinging to him to keep herself from falling.

Chandran and Anjali got into their local GO bus to get to the mall as it was almost an hour away and neither knew how to drive. Going to the upper level of the bus, they sat at the very front, so they could get a good view of where they were going. This was Anjali’s first time riding the bus and she marvelled at how amazing it looked. Chandran had a goofy grin on his face knowing he had made his future wife happy and surprisingly Anjali completely forgot that she was holding on to his arm over the 1-hour ride. They talked animatedly about different things, learning more about each other.

When they finally got to the mall, Anjali gasped at the amount of people milling about and at how big the mall was. Since coming to Canada, she had been stuck around her apartment block and hadn’t gotten to see the rest of the world yet, getting most items delivered by Amazon. They walked hand in hand into the mall, window shopping for almost 2 hours before going into a Tim Hortons to get some coffee and donuts to get their energy back.

As they came up to the counter together to order their food, the old Indian lady smiled at them and said “Wow! You two look so happy together. I don’t remember the last time I held my husband like that” not knowing that Anjali was holding on to him, so she didn’t fall over like a fool in her heels.

Chandu seeing an opportunity replied pulled his arm away and instead put it on her ass in a possessive way “We actually just got married if you believe it and its our honeymoon. This is my wife Anjali. We just came by to stop on a coffee date before doing some more shopping”

Anjali just smiled and looked down as the old lady looked at her with her eyebrows raised.

“Well, good for you love birds. I can tell you really love her. Give her a few weeks, I bet she won’t be so shy anymore!” she laughed implying that they would have sex and get to know each other better.

The lady ended up giving them free coffee, so they only had to pay for their donuts. As they sat on a circular table opposite each other, Chandran looked across at Anjali. “You know, you are the first person I’ve been on a date with. I’m glad I waited all this time for the perfect woman”

With a faint smile on her face, Anjali reminded him “You know Chandu, this is pretend right? We aren’t actually on a date”

“I know, I know. But still… pretending to be your husband has made me really happy. Did you see what the old lady said? I think we’re really going to pull this off at the meeting. Let’s get to know more about each other. We’re on a date after all! ...err sorry, pretend-date... I mean”

They ended up talking for almost 30 minutes before resuming their walk hand in hand in the shopping mall.

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Wow superb and thanks for the update bro .. expecting u to continue it often

Thanks! I lose the the will to do it when people don't reply to my updates. lol

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Anjali found herself having a surprisingly good time, with this being her first outing in Canada since they had gotten here. She felt herself relax around Chandu and begin to enjoy herself. Even her repulsion to his touches had simmered down to the point that she almost didn’t remember it. That is, until Chandran tried to push his luck by extricating his hand from her grip and putting it around her waist, pulling her closer and planting a kiss on her lips.



Anjali shivered as goosebumps raised on her skin and she felt the immediate need to get away from him. She came to her senses almost immediately and realized that they had gone too far and that they had more than enough evidence that they could pass as a couple. She knew that Chandran wanted more, but had fooled herself into believing that he wouldn’t dare come after a married woman.
Recoiling away from his grip, she said “Chandu, I think this is enough. I need to get back home before Aditya arrives so I can prepare lunch.

Cursing himself for having pushed too soon, he sighed “I guess you’re right. Let’s go.”

The rest of the journey home was awkward as Chandran tried to initiate conversation with Anjali only to be met with simple answers. It was clear that she had a lot on her mind and Chandran hoped that all the progress that he had made so far wasn’t ruined.

As they entered the apartment and went to their respective homes, Chandran tried to hug her goodbye, only for Anjali to turn away saying “I’ll see you later”.

The second that she entered her house, she made sure to lock and bolt the door so Chandran didn’t come in again. She made a mental note to make sure to lock the door every morning after Aditya leaves for college.

Going into her bedroom, she took off her clothes and took a long hot shower in an effort to wash the day away. Standing under the hot water, Anjali contemplated the day she’d had. While she was still repulsed by Chandran, she had momentarily forgotten about the kind of man he was. She swore to herself that she would never again allow this to happen after the parent-teachers meeting tomorrow.
Coming out of the washroom, she threw her clothes into the washing machine and went straight to bed, having become tired from the long day.

Twisting the doorknob, Aditya pushed against the door only to find that it refused to open. All houses in Canada are made of wood, so doorbells aren’t installed in apartments, as everyone in the entire apartment would be able to hear the ringing. Rapping his knuckles against the wooden door, Aditya waited a few minutes before trying again. There was no answer. Not knowing what else to do, he went down to the second floor, where Chandran lived.

Knocking on Chandran’s door, he found the door to be open and let himself inside, calling out “Chandran! Are you here?”

A despondent voice replied from the living area “Yeah, I’m here”.

Walking into the living room was a sight to behold. Chandran was in a state of disarray with a white tank top and shorts on. There were beer cans in front of him, some empty, some full, and the one in his hands half-full.

“uh… are you okay?” Aditya asked hesitantly, already knowing that he clearly wasn’t okay.

Dragging his eyes from the TV, Chandran met Aditya’s eye’s “No. I think I messed up with Anjali. I don’t know how I’m going to fix this” he replied morosely.

Reaching over, Aditya gently took the beer can from his hands and patted his shoulder “It’s okay man, don’t worry. I’ll figure something out. Just tell me what happened.”

He sighed looking away “I took Anjali out on a date…”

“oookaay… hold the fuck up! WHAT DO YOU MEAN A DATE??” Aditya almost screamed “Why didn’t you tell me?” This wasn’t a game to him. He loved his mother more than anything. That’s why he was doing this in the first play. He truly believed that Chandran would make his mom happy and… yeah there was the bonus of knowing that Chandran would be orgasming inside his mom, but this was mostly for his mom. He felt really protective of her at the moment, and Chandran having taken her out without Aditya knowing crossed a boundary he didn’t know he had.

“Tell me everything” he said with a clenched mouth.

“uh... yeah. Sorry, I should’ve told you about my plan. I convinced Anjali to go to the mall so we can act out being husband and wife, to see if we’d be able to pull it off at your parent-teacher’s night tomorrow. It went really well actually! At the start anyways… I made her wear heels, so she was holding onto me most of the time. I carried her down the stairs and even got to hold her ass for a few seconds. Oh man, she has such a soft butt, it was like soft clay where you could just press into it. Things were going so well that people thought we were actually together, but I ruined it by trying to kiss her. I don’t know what happened man, I just couldn’t resist seeing her smile and laugh the entire day. I couldn’t control myself, and now she hates me. I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Even though I was angry at the beginning, it slowly seeped away as Chandran retold the tale. My cock twitched as I imagined my mother on Chandran’s arms and a shiver ran up my spine when he spoke about kissing her.

Swallowing noisily, he croaked out “… wha—ahem… What was kissing her like?”

“That’s the worst part man! She moved away so fast that I’m not even sure if we kissed!” he sighed

Closing his eyes to get himself under control, Aditya took a few minutes to cool down before saying “Okay. Don’t worry so much, you have another opportunity tomorrow to fix this. I’ll talk to my mom too and console any fears she has about you.”

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Just a short update. I realized that the story is really emotionless where everything is perfectly leading to the final sex scene. I'm going to start making it more realistic and adding more emotional turmoil. I hope you guys continue to stick with me :) 

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Anjali

Waking up bleary eyed, Anjali wiped at her eyes before jolting awake wondering how long she had slept for. It was only supposed to be a quick 30-minute nap.

Looking to her right, she spotted the alarm clock. It was 5 pm. Aditya usually got home at 3 pm. She wondered why the TV wasn’t playing like it usually does around this time when he watched it while eating.

“Oh crap!” she suddenly remembered that she had bolted the door after coming in, so Aditya wouldn’t be able to come inside.

Hurriedly running to the front door, she undid the locking mechanism and peeked out the door, wondering if Aditya would be sitting outside.

Seeing no one, she closed the door and took a deep breath to calm the panic that was rising way in her heart. Instead, she walked to the kitchen and started cooking his favorite food for dinner, Biryani. She hoped he wouldn’t be too angry for having been locked outside.

Almost an hour passed before she heard the door open and footsteps getting ever closer, drawn to the noise of cooking coming from the kitchen.

Anjali kept her eyes focused on the cooking, not wanting to meet Aditya’s eyes, hoping to delay getting scolded for having locked him outside. She was surprised when she felt arms around her as her son hugged her from behind.
“Hi mom. I love you” he breathed into her hair.

Surprised, Anjali turned around, hugging him back and leaving a quick peck on his cheek as she asked looking up at him from under her eyes “Are you mad at me?”

Laughing, Aditya reassured her several times over that he was not before asking her how her date went with Chandran.

Anjali’s face paled in shock and she feel her cheeks heat up as they reddened akin to that of a tomato. She brushed her finger, pulling a few stray locks of hair behind her ear while chewing on her bottom lip. This was a nervous habit that had carried on from her youth and the topic of many boys, who found it to be adorable.

“uh... I... how do you know about that?” Anjali asked, frightened and wondering if they had been too callous and that maybe someone Aditya was friends with might have seen them outside acting like a couple.

Feeling light-headed, Anjali leant back, getting support from the kitchen counter as she pressed on her forehead. She could feel the beginnings of a bad headache coming on.

“When I couldn’t open the door, I went over to Chandran’s house and we talked a bit. He’s really enamored with you ya’ know. That was a really good plan by the way, but never mind that. Are you okay??” Aditya asked worriedly, wondering if he was too forward with confronting his mom

“I... yeah... I’m okay. My head is starting to hurt” Anjali whispered wondering how she’d get herself out of this conversation. But her curiosity got the best of her “What did Chandran say?”

Suppressing the grin that pulled at his lips, Aditya nonchalantly threw out “Oh, you know about how you guys seemed like a real couple and that everyone you met believed it. He said he had a really fun time and you did too. Oh… and he said you guys kissed”

Shocked, Anjali felt a sudden throb in her chest akin to getting punched and having the wind knocked out of her. Her head started pounding harder and she felt her vision getting darker as if someone was slowly dbanging a blanket over her eyes.

“.. MA, Are you okay??” Aditya asked, afraid that he had said too much. Inwardly, he rebuked himself for being such an idiot.

All of a suddenly, Anjali’s body loosened, and she felt muscles stop working as she fell forward. Thankfully, Aditya’s reflexes were quick enough that he caught her just as she almost slammed her head on the floor.

“Mom, what’s wrong. Are you okay!??” he kept saying those words over and over again on the verge of tears. Gently laying his mother on the floor, he hurried over to the sink and filled a glass full of tap water, then dripped it a drop at a time into her mouth.

Suddenly, he felt his tears burst forward and he started sobbing at the pain he had caused his own mother. After a few minutes, his tears subsided and he picked up his mother, carrying her into her bedroom and laying her on the bed before covering her up with the blanket and closing the lights. Before he closed the door, he whispered back “I’m so sorry” ashamed at having let his lust take over his common sense.

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Aditya felt numb to everything as he sat in front of his laptop. He had studying to do but couldn’t get his head to start working again. It felt as if his head was filled with cotton. After spending an hour staring at his work and not even having started, he went to his bed and curled up in a fetal position, staring at the wall. He was in this position for several hours before he finally fell unconscious.

Waking up bleary eyed, Aditya rubbed at his eyes with the back of his hand before resuming the lifeless stare he had on before falling asleep. Looking at the window, he didn’t see any light coming in which meant that he hadn’t slept for very long. Looking at the clock he realized that he had slept for almost 2 hours. His heart still felt heavy and it took all of his willpower to walk the few steps into the washroom that was connected to his room. He stared at himself in the mirror. It looking as if he had aged 20 years with the beginnings of black circles under his eyes. Feeling his strength give away, he put the cover of the toilet down and sat on it, his head held up by his arms. The tears came out again and he hated himself.

He began wondering what was wrong with him. Why was he destroying his parent’s marriage just to get his rocks of? He was manipulating his naive mother into committing adultery with a man who was a loser in real life. He had no job, was scamming the government and living off disability. If that wasn’t enough, he was ugly with a beer gut.

A memory flashed in his mind and he began remembering that day which his mind couldn’t handle, so it had blocked it. It happened right before they came to Canada. He had just celebrated his 16th birthday after skipping college with his friends and they had all ended up at their home. With his dad out of town for a last-minute business deal before they left for Canada in a few days. This was the last time he would hang out with his friends, so it came as no surprise when they wanted to continue partying at his house.

His mother was home at the time and they had put on some good Hindi songs playing in the background while they all danced and sang along. He remembered his mother was happy and dancing with them too, though she mostly stayed out of it and laughed at their silly dance moves.

Things had gotten a bit blurry after that. He remembered them saying cheers and clinking glasses before drinking the Lassie that one of his friends had made in their kitchen as his parting gift.

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Thanks Kishore! Here's something steamy :p
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What happened … Aditya tried to remember, but he couldn’t. No matter how hard he tried, nothing came to him. Some part of him knew that night was instrumental into what was happening right now with him. He had a gut feeling, but didn’t know how to remember more. Frustrated, he slapped his head and got off the toilet that he was sitting on. Looking at himself in the mirror one last time, he went out of the washroom and left his room.

Standing before his parent’s bedroom, he hesitated wondering if he should go in, wondering what he would say if his mother was awake. Taking a deep breath, he pushed aside his worries and opened the door. Despite how hard he gripped the door to open it as slowly as possible, it creaked. Sighing to himself, he peered inside the tiny space the door had opened and squeezed himself into it, not wanting to let the door make anymore noise than it already had.

Moving forwards in agonizingly slow steps, he made his way inside, feeling the wall for the light switch and turning it on. He blinked his eyes as it adjusted to the sudden brightness. Looking towards the sleeping form of his mother, he said out loud “Ma.. Are you awake? Mumma….?”

Walking towards the bed, he raised his right hand and rested it on her shoulder, slowly shaking her. His mother was still, and it seemed as if she was in a deep sleep. He briefly wondered what she was dreaming of.
 
As he thought of that, his eyes strayed down to her mouth, fixating on her lips. All of a sudden, he felt all his previous misgivings and feelings of disgust slip away as his imagination began working overtime. In his mind, he saw his mother on her tippy toes, her arms wrapped around Chandran’s neck as those lips sucked at his. He felt himself grow and his left hand started rubbing at the erection through his shorts. He imagined her on this bed naked, accepting Chandran’s manhood into her with a squeal of delight.
 
Possessed by his passionate imaginings, he felt the intense need to know what she looked like naked. To know if the reality matched up to his imagination. He just had to know, no matter what. His judgement was clouded by lust and he couldn’t care about the consequences. No... that’s wrong. His mind didn’t even think of the consequences as he walked over to the edge of bed, towards her feet.

Staring at the blanket for a second, he waited a second for some kind of clarity to come over him. To tell him that this was a bad idea. But nothing happened. Swallowing the spit that had built up in his mouth since his entrance into the room, he slowly lifted the blanket, scrunching it all the way up to her waist. 

He stared at the scene before him. His mother lay in her casual home clothes. A black tunic with black pants. He climbed on the bed, with his legs to either side of her body as he scooted up until he was almost sitting her knees, but made sure to keep his weight off her by sitting on his toes.

It felt like an out of body experience as he helplessly watched his hands move of their own accord, slowly pulling back the black pants that hid her flower from the world. He could feel the saliva build up in his mouth but couldn’t seem to swallow. As her pants came down inch by inch, he was rewarded with the site of a red panty with curls of hair peeking out.

Video
https://www.xvideos.com/video55664541/an...by_her_son
 
He continued pulling it down until it reached her knees. He scooted back and off the bed to get a better grip on the pants. Grasping at the end of her pants by her feet, he slowly eased them off until they came off completely. He was left shocked with her pants in one hand, as he stared upon the half naked body of a woman. No. Not a woman. His own mother.

As if in a dream like state, his entire body felt light and he couldn’t even remember breathing at all. Letting the pants drop to the floor and out of his hands, he reached forward and traced his fingers from her left knee down to her toes, slowly feeling all her toes and her leg as he memorized it in his mind. He turned to her right leg and did the same thing. She was so much softer in reality than his imagination. Her legs were hairless and shined in the light, looking whiter than he would've thought possible for an Indian woman.

When he was done memorizing her, he wondered what next. Suddenly remembering where her was, his gaze drew up to look at his mother’s face, but the scrunched-up blanket had piled up on her waist, blocking his view completely. He thought to himself that maybe this was for the best. He didn’t want this heavenly dream to come to an end so soon. Maybe it was fate? 

All of a sudden, he knew what to do. Lifting up her legs, he put his knee on the bed, then the other knee, before inching his way forward on the bed. His mother’s legs were held in his arms, pulled to either side of him. He slowly pulled them up and placed them on his shoulders. This felt right to him. The curves of her leg perfectly balanced on his shoulder. He kept inching his way towards her. Anjali's legs began moving upwards as he pushed forwards until finally her feet pointed up at the ceiling.




He turned his cheek to the side, rubbing it against her leg, marveling at the softness and the smell of soap. Looking down, his gaze was caught on a blemish on her thigh. It was quite peculiar, being light brown in color and the shape of a sword.

His eyes widened as he remembered that day again. The day of his 16th birthday. Gasping out loud, he quickly backed away, her legs falling off his shoulders abruptly. He stared at his mothers’ body for a few minutes pale faced before slowly bending down, and picking up her black pants from the floor. Putting them on her gruffly, his teeth clenched, he pulled the blanket back down on her. Part of him hoped that she was awake so he could confront her. Fortunately for him, her eyes were still closed. His hands clenched into a fist, he backed out of her room, closing the door behind him, forgetting to close the lights on his way out. 

Anjali let out a low snore, unaware of what had just almost taken place.

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His hands trembling, Aditya held on to the doorknob after closing the door to his parent’s bedroom. He stood there frowning, playing back the image that had abruptly appeared in his mind. The image was crystal clear. 

 

His mother being supported by one friend, while her legs wrapped around another, and the last one rubbing himself waiting for his turn.

He wondered if maybe it was his imagination that had come up with that image. The realization struck as everything came together. When he had first met Chandran, Aditya had woken up in a cold sweat after having had a dream about his mother. He recalled his earlier thoughts.

“The vision that kept me up was my mothers’ hands wrapped around Chandran’s neck while her legs were wrapped around his buttocks. Chandran was standing straight up carrying my mother like a child while slowly moving his dick up and down.”

It all made sense to him now. The reason he had that dream was because the mental block that his mind had put was crumbling. Instead of showing him his friends with his mom, he had instead dreamed of his mother in that sex position with Chandran. It was probably to help him become ready for the actual reality of finding out that his mother had been having sex with his friends that day.

“Jesus Christ” he let out in a breathy whisper. How long were his friends fucking his own mother? Those bastards must have loved acting all innocent around him when they were actually breeding his mom.

Another truth suddenly hit him. His mother had turned him into a cuckold. He wanted to see her with Chandran to recreate that day.

Shuddering, he stumbled into his room taking the support of the bedpost to keep himself upright, before finally taking a seat.

With his head in his arms, Aditya’s body shuddered, and his heart started beating slower as the first tear escaped his eye. Soon enough like an avalanche, a torrent of tears burst forward, and he cried like a child. His chest shuddered with that ache of betrayal until it felt like he couldn't breath.  

His own mother had turned him into a cuckold.
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The End 

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Bro what, The end?.. I thought it is just starting.. Heart broke bro.. Pls reconsidder.

It's the end of Book 1. I have Anjali's story written out and it's really long. I can't just put it in here since people will forget the original story. Also, it's a lot hotter so people probably won't want to get back to the original story lol... :/

I'm thinking of a book 1.5  to talk about Anjali journey into cuckoldry and then I'll come back to this thread and start Book 2 which picks up from this point.

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I'll try posting book 1.5 here and see if people get confused. If they do, I'll create a separate thread for this story.

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Book 1.5 – The Origins of Anjali and Anwar

Warning: Book 1.5 has M/M sex scenes. 

Anjali dreamed of better days in her unconsciousness. She dreamed of the time when she was happiest. With Ramalal’s strong arms around her as she nuzzled his chest, while Anwar slept horizontally at the edge of the bed by their feet. Two men that loved and worshiped her.

Only three people in the world knew of her hubby’s secret desire. Anjali, her husband, and their servant back in India. Anjali had known about Anwar’s submissiveness before they had decided to get married. It gave her a thrill knowing that she had a '. man begging to worship her feet and submit to her every desire. She loved him more than anything in the world and his fetish became hers over time.

The only reason she had Chandran take the liberties that he had was because she knew that Anwar wouldn’t be too angry if he ever found out. Chandran was not the first man who had touched her waist or kissed her. There was another back in India. In fact, it was their servant boy Ramalal. On her husband’s encouragement, she had relentlessly flirted with him, often teasing him by brushing past him with her boobs. Both Anwar and Anjali loved the game, and Anjali especially loved the attention she got after such antics when Anwar paid extra attention to her for the next few days.

She had often teased him about the naughty things she would love to do with Ramalal while Anwar moaned on the ground with her foot pressed against his lips while the other foot rubbed on his dick. It was true that Anwar had a hard time getting hard (no pun intended), but he was able to cum this way. And he came a lot! Especially when she rubbed on his dick and humiliated him. She never meant any of the things she had told him in their playtime, but she did get turned on by it just as much as he did. This was their way of having sex. It was different than most couples, but they loved each other regardless.

It had started a few years after they gotten married. Anwar had suggested that maybe it was time that they finally invited Ramalal to their bedroom. This was the only time in their lives that they could have fun and explore without and repercussions, before a kid came into the picture and made their lives more complicated. Anjali was shocked at his suggestion, but a part of her did want to feel Ramalal inside her. They had gotten him as a servant when he was just 16 years old and now after a few years of teasing him, she felt that she owed him. Not only that, the last time Anwar had gotten hard enough to get inside her was on their marriage day, which was only for a few seconds.

Anwar’s viewpoint

Anwar knew what he was since a very young age. He was a submissive who got off on being demeaned and more importantly, worshiping feet. He had married a girl he loved who accepted him for who he was and even role-played his fantasies to appease him. But it never satisfied him. It just wasn’t enough. Anwar wasn’t a saint either. He had done things that his wife knew nothing of. He had a secret submissive relationship with Ramalal.

Ever since that young boy of 16 had entered his life, the servant boy had satisfied his sexual cravings of being dominated, and Ramalal was really good at that. He was the perfect servant boy who was shy and demure in his wife’s presence, but once she left the house to visit family, it was another matter.

It had started as a card game where they would make each other do stupid things to whoever ended up losing. Only this card game was different. Anwar had spent a year cozying up to the young ***** boy, slowly becoming his friend rather than his master. But he had ulterior motives. This card game, he did something different and said that whoever ended up losing would have to clean the other persons feet with their tongue. This was just a ploy for him to live out his dark desires of worshiping his lowly servant’s feet. It was the ultimate thrill for someone like him who desired to be dominated.

Of course, he threw the game on purpose and moaned in disgust at the torture he was about to suffer, making it seem as if this was the last thing he wanted to do. And of course, Ramalal insisted that he didn’t have to go through with it since it was only a stupid game and that he’d feel bad about his employer having to do such a thing.

“Ramalal, I am a man of my word! What kind of man would you think I am if I went back on the dare now huh!” he said pulling Ramalal to his feet and guiding him to sit on the sofa.

“Are you sure sir? I have never sat down on your sofa, I thought it wasn’t allowed” he said with a confused look on his face.

Anwar’s heart was beating so fast and loud that he hadn’t even heard the young man. He wasn’t gay, he knew that for sure. Many people often get this confused. A person is gay when they love another man. But making love to another man is something completely different. There are no emotions involved, it’s just sex. Anwar knew in his heart that he loved Anjali, and what he was doing now was just to satisfy his sexual cravings.

As Anwar got on his knees, he looked at the young man before him. He was dusky and hairless, his complexion vibrating with youth. He had short cropped hair looked down at him from underneath his eyelashes, waiting for whatever it was that was to come. He turned his gaze down and inspected his feet. They were beautiful without any veins protruding and slightly dusty from having been barefoot all day.

His body shivered as his mind went into sub mode. Slowly bringing his face closer to Ramalal’s feet, he took a tentative breath as he inhaled the sweet slight cheesy aroma of a hard day’s work.

“uh.. what are you doing? I thought you would only lick them a bit” Ramalal asking in confusion, looking down at the master of the house kneeling before his feet. Despite the weirdness of the situation, somewhere in the back of his mind, it made him feel powerful, though he didn’t realize it at the moment.

“Don’t worry Ramu, I’m just trying to see which place I need to spend the most effort cleaning. Wherever it smells stronger is where I will spend the most time” Anwar replied thinking quickly.

“Oh.. okay, I think that makes sense” Ramalal replied wondering what he was supposed to do now, fidgeting with his hands.

Anwar continued his explorations as he felt Ramalal relax into the couch and turn on the TV. He sniffed under and between each toe and covered the entire surface area. He spent almost 10 minutes just smelling the entire surface area of his foot with his eyes closed. This was heavenly. In his mind, he compared it to Anjali’s feet and realized that they both smelt very different and he couldn’t compare them against each other. He liked them both in different ways.
He looked up to see that Ramalal wasn’t even paying any attention to him, he was too engrossed on the cartoon playing on the TV.

Anwar cleared his throat to get Ramalal’s attention “okay, I think I figured it out. The place that smells the most is your heel and between your toes, so I will spend most of my time there”

“okay sir, but you know you really don’t have to do this.” he replied giving Anwar an out to stop what he was about to do.

“No Ramalal, it is very important for me to keep my promises” Anwar said with a smile on his face as he lowered his lips and popped his  servants big toe in his mouth.

“ahh, that tickles!” Ramalal said giggling.

Anwar payed him no attention as he continued sucking on his toes, one after another. Ramalal occasionally wiggled his toes that were in his mouth, which turned him on even more. He spent a long time suckling on them under the guise of cleaning them. He slowly licked up and down his feet, ridding them of dust. He chewed slightly on the rough part to soften them before licking them over and over, slowly sanding them to smoothness with his tongue. When he was finally done 30 minutes later, Ramalal looked down.

“Oh… is it over already?” I completely lost track of time watching the television.

Anwar just smiled and picked up his other foot, repeating the process.

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To be true the story has taken a huge turn with anjali being depicted as the conservative hw and mom which was the major erotic factor changed to a sex hungry woman by her submissive hubby.Still this is only my view about the story so far..

That's like every story that's been posted on Xossipy so far though. A conservative woman who magically turns into a hoe after being fucked once. Think I'm going to do something different :/

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I'm just gonna post the unedited version since people aren't really interested in the story anymore lol...
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It soon became an everyday thing where Ramalal would suggest that the loser would clean the other persons feet, and Anwar would agree saying that he would make sure to win this time. It went on for a month this way, where each pretended not to know exactly what was going on.

Then one day, after Anjali had gone to visit her parents, Ramalal went straight to the TV and started watching it. Usually the routine would follow that they would make a bet that Anwar would lose before he started watching the telly.

Seeing the Ramalal was already engrossed in watching, he took a risk and started worshipping his feet as usual. Looking up at Ramalal, he gave Anwar a smile and the rules were set. Each person knew where they belonged. When the wife left the house, Ramalal was the master and Anwar his lowly servant.

This was the happiest time of his life for Anwar, he had his fantasy fulfilled of being submissive and he had his wife who also pleased him with her feet. It came to a point where he could only orgasm if the sexual activity involved feet in some way. It’s all he really needed to be happy.

Like all good things, it came to an end shortly after Ramalal turned 18 and realized that he had a crush on the homely wife Anjali. He stopped letting Anwar worship his feet. It came to a point when he would watch TV and refuse to let him lick his feet sating that he wasn’t in the mood.

Anwar like a thirsty man finally broke down after 2 months and begged… begged Ramalal to let him worship his feet.

“All this time I have been satisfying you sir, it is only right that I also get some satisfaction from this” he said to Anwar knowing that he often tried to inconspicuously jerk off by rubbing his dick over his pants while worshipping his feet.

Anwar agreed readily. He was a man who had gone mad, like an addict who needed his fix. Coincidentally, that was exactly what had happened. Over a year of sniffing Ramalal’s feet and almost daily and cumming to him had made neurological pathways in his brain that made him get hard at the mere sight of his feet.

“Ramalal, what is that you want? I’ll do anything. Please just let me worship your feet” Anwar begged his master.

Smiling, Ramalal got up from the sofa and went into the bedroom while Anwar followed him like a lost puppy.

Sitting on the bed, Anwar realized that Ramalal had taken the dirty clothes hamper and upended it, allowing its contents to fall all over the bed. Going through each one, he picked out one of Anjali’s panty and looked at Anwar “This is what I want Anwar. I want your wife”

Anwar swallowed his anger, seething through his teeth “What do you mean”

“I want to sleep with your wife Anjali and I want you to make it happen. If you do this for me, I will make sure to make your wildest fantasy come true. You have been cleaning my dirty feet for almost a year and you love it. I think you want me to dominate you.” He said with a knowing grin.

Anwar’s mouth ran dry as he watched Ramalal fold his leg across his lap. Pointing it towards Anwar. “Come on sir. Don’t you want to sniff between my toes? I haven’t washed my feet in over a week. You know they smell really bad. Don’t you want to see how bad? Don’t you want to clean them for me?” he said knowing exactly how to push my buttons.

Anwar couldn’t think as his gaze rested on Ramu’s feet and he felt hypnotized and felt himself speaking without thinking “Okay sir” and he fell to his knees, crawling across the floor until his nose touched his Ramu’s golden shaded feet. It was intoxicating.

The smell was so strong that it almost made his pull away. Instead, he pushed past his limits and took another breath. It usually had this cheesy smell to it, but now it had a slight vinegary tint to it while being 10 times as powerful. Anwar had taken to cleaning Ramalal’s feet several times a week, so they never really got this powerful smelling. However, after being starved into almost madness, he couldn’t get enough.

In the heat of the moment Anwar was in a daze of sub mindedness. Anwar thought to himself that he’d gladly let this young stud fuck his wife, as long as he could keep worshipping his feet. Then his mind went blank as he lost himself in euphoria.

Ramalal looked down at his master who had been so enamored by his feet that he had willingly chosen to become the servant.

Furthermore, he had agreed to let him have his wife. Ramalal smiled watching Anwar struggle to put his nose between his toes. If he was honest with himself, this really turned him on. When this had started, he only felt tickles as Anwars tongue cleaned his feet, but then it slowly aroused him the more it happened. Looking down he saw himself get hard and sniffed the Anjali’s used panty. He had been dreaming of her a lot lately.

When he was first hired, he was shocked to see this beautiful ***** lady with a '. man. He knew that he had to show Anjali that his ***** cock was superior. She was meant for a ***** man like himself. He didn’t detest Anwar in anyway. In fact, in his fantasy, he wanted to have Anjali while Anwar sucked on his toes. He wanted Anwar to be the servant both in the kitchen and in the bedroom with him and Anjali

As such thoughts invaded his mind, his hands jerked his dick and taking one last sniff of the used panties, he exploded in pants.

Laying back panting, Ramalal waited until Anwar had fallen into a drunken orgasmic stupor after having worshipped his feet to his satisfaction. He had to give it to Anwar. The man knew how to clean feet. Ever since this had started, his feet had become soft as if he had been rubbing lotion on them everyday.

Ever since that day, Ramalal had grown bolder and Anwar although weary at this sudden change had grown accustomed to it and in time even welcomed it. He grew more demanding, making Anwar drop down to kiss his feet even when Anjali was in the house. Ramalal kept pushing past Anwars limits, making him do crazy things, pushing him to become even more subservient.

One time after Anjali was gone, Ramalal had gotten out Anwars dinner and had placed it on the ground in front of the sofa. Then he dipped his foot, mushing up the rice and beans. Lifting it up, he looked at Anwar kneeling before him looking expectantly. Anwar knew what he had to do and ate his dinner off Ramu’s feet. This naturally developed into him having to wash Ramu’s feet in a basin afterwards and drinking that water.

Ramu had loved this idea so much that he had lately tried to step on all his food before Anwar had a chance to eat. This kept Anwar in a constant state of arousal throughout the day.

For Anwars part, he had taken to telling Anjali about his new fantasy and encouraged her to flirt with Ramalal. After a few weeks of insistence, Anjali had given in to his demands and to his shock had even liked the flirtation.

One afternoon, Anjali had gone so far as to let Ramu massage her back with oil while she moaned in pleasure. Of course, Anwar was there the entire time. All he could do was stare at the feet of his wife and Ramalal as he sat on her back to give her a better massage.

Months flew by as the two flirted with a quick peek of cleavage here, a caress on the ass there, and even the occasional brush of Anjali’s hand on Ramu’s dick.

It was a tough decision to move away when the offer of a better job opportunity came along. But he had to decide between either staying at the same job or potentially earning more and giving his wife and their future children a better life. Like any father, he made the decision that would benefit his family the best and decided to move away to a different part of India.

Ramu was the first to know about this decision and he had cried and yelled at Anwar for abandoning him. Anwar was similarly sad at what he had to do. It took weeks before Ramu would even look at him. Then even more before he spoke to him. He was often sad when he spoke, that things were going to come to an end.

Anwar realized that he had never completed his promise to Ramalal regarding his wife. So, he set about convincing Anjali to make love with Ramu as a goodbye present. Surprisingly, Anjali had agreed quicker than he had thought. Though it wasn’t really much of a surprise considering their sex consisted of Anwar humping her feet until he orgasmed before falling asleep. He just didn’t have the stamina to stay hard for long. Truth be told, he preferred Anjali’s feet to her vagina, though he’d never admit such a thing even to himself.

That night, Anwar had crept into Ramu’s room and woken him up with a gentle shake.

“Ramu, I have spoken to Anjali and she agreed to make love with you. I’m keeping my promise. See? I told you I always keep my promises” Anwar said with a grin on his face

Ramu awoke with those words and for the first time smiled in weeks. All of a sudden, he leant forward and kissed Anwar on the lips. “I love you… not in that way though. Not the way I like Anjali” he said shyly.

Anwar laughed and kissed him back. “I know Ramu. I love you too, but not as a lover. We have fun. There’s no need to complicate it with labels.”
 
Kneeling down while Ramu sat on the bed, he lifted Ramus feet and worshipped them for the last time. As he was almost done, Ramu spoke up “Hey Anwar, can you do something for me? I have always wondered what it would feel like, but never had the guts to ask you”

In his head, Anwar immediately thought that he would as him for a blowjob and began shaking his head about to say that it just wasn’t his thing when Ramu pulled off his pants and knelt on the bed with his back facing Anwar.

“Can you lick my ass?” he asked in shy voice

Before Anwar could say no, his gaze fell on Ramu’s asshole and he was enchanted. He couldn’t look away from it. It beckoned him closer and opened and closed every few seconds. It was winking at him and he remembered the saying “if you gaze into the abyss too long, it will gaze back at you” and chucked to himself.

What would be the harm? He wasn’t particularly turned off by it. In fact, he had routinely performed both oral and anal cunnilingus on Anjali to satisfy her for years now.

Leaning forward, he sniffed at earthy aroma emanating from the dark cavern before brushing his jaw against Ramu’s ass. Rubbing his face against Ramu’s cheeks, he inched his nose forward until it rested on his puckered hole. Breathing in deeply, he pressed his lips against Ramus in a passionate French kiss.

Ramu moaned and pushed himself backwards, sucking his tongue deeper inside. They stayed like that for a few minutes. Lovers kissing each other without a care in the world. Slowly, Anwar extracted and pulled his tongue out. He continued kissing it softly murmuring sweet nothings of how amazing that kiss was. Soon enough, he returned his tongue inside Ramu and licked for all he was worth while lightly nibbling at his entrance and snaking his tongue in and out. Ramu meanwhile pushing himself back forth with the tongue’s movements and a few minutes later Ramu had come without touching himself.

Anwar was just happy that his friend had finally spoken to him and that he could fulfill this last wish for him before they were gone from his life forever. He ended their passionate encounter with one final kiss to his hole and quietly left the room.

They had a month until their departure for the new job, so Anjali and Anwar had planned for Ramu’s special night to be on the last day, so they didn’t have to deal with any awkwardness after.

Ramulal was a nervous wreck the following day and both Anwar and Anjali had noticed it as he seemed to be exceptionally clumsy that day. Later in the evening when Anjali had left to meet her relatives, Anwar took Ramalal aside and asked him what was wrong.

“Anwar. I can’t stop thinking about Anjali. I want to do my best with her, but I’m afraid that I’ll come too soon.” He said sighing down “I always come in a few minutes when I sniff her panties. If I actually enter her, I know I won’t even last 10 seconds. I don’t know what to do.”

Anwar saw the problem from Ramu’s view and he agreed that it wouldn’t be very good for either Anjali or him if he just came immediately.

“Ramu… I can give you some extra money so you can go practice with some prostitutes if you want…” Anwar told him in a good-natured tone.

Ramalal show his head vigorously “NO! I want my first time to be with a homely Indian lady like Anjali.” he sighed

“Well, there is one thing we could do” Anwar said with a smile. “We could practice together”

Ramalal looked at Anwar with a quizzical expression before realization dawned on him and his eyes widened “What Anwar! We can’t do that, that’s a bit too gay for me!” he laughed nervously.

“Listen Ramu, you’re only gay if you have feelings for another man. Do you have any for me? Because I know I don’t have any for you. For me it’s just good sex and kinky play” Anwar replied in a reassuring tone.

“Well… I don’t feel that way for you. I guess it makes sense…” Ramalal replied looking at Anwar. “How do we do this?”

Anwar looked at Ramu “You have to dominate me. I’m submissive and if you use your feet, you can get me to do almost anything you want! Look at how you made me give away my own wife!” he said with a chuckle.

Ramu nodded in understanding. “Anwar, I want you to go shave your legs and asshole. Make it shiny and smooth like Anjali. It will help me out a lot” he said in reply

Anwar got nervous. He didn’t feel like that would be a good idea… especially with how weird It would look naked with half his body hairless. Seeing his hesitation, Ramu took Anwar’s hand and led him toward the bedroom washroom. Sitting him on a stool in the centre of the washroom, Ramu gathered the shaving cream, and his 5-bladed Gillette razor. It took almost an entire hour for Ramu to fully shave Anwar’s lower half. There was only one part left.

Ramu pushed Anwar so he lay on his back holding both legs back so his feet dangled above him. This gave Ramu the perfect position to shave his nether regions. Dabbing a bit of shaving cream, Ramu started to gently shave across the sensitive area using water when needed. After a few minutes, he sat back staring at his work.

Anwar whispered, “What is it?” afraid that he may not have liked what he saw. Maybe he had a mole on his butt?

Ramu knelt forward and pulled Anwar’s legs towards him so that they hung over his shoulders. Pushing him backward so that his back was a bit off the floor, he started teasing his tongue into Anwar’s sacred hole. For Anwar’s part, he was shocked but didn’t really feel much. He supposed he just wasn’t sensitive in that area, but he didn’t interrupt Ramu knowing that he could use the practice to be ready for Anjali.

Ramu couldn’t believe how feminine Anwar’s lower body looked now that I was devoid of hair. It was just like a girl’s! Well... except for the extra part hanging between his knees.

Having loosened up Anwar’s hole using his mouth, he pushed Anwar’s legs back as he prepared to enter him. As Ramu’s dick rested against his anus, he moaned “Oh Anjali” with his eyes closed imagining his first time with the homely wife. He slowly felt himself pushing in.

Anwar whispered softly “slowly Ramu, you’re tearing me apart”. Hearing those words, Ramu groaned in amazement and came with only the head of his penus having entered the chasm.

Anwar laughed “Well, you’re going to need a lot more practice if you want to satisfy Anjali”

Panting from the rush he felt, he grinned and picked up Anwar “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to be perfect for her”. Walking out of the washroom and towards the bed, he lay Anwar down and once again prepared to enter him.

This time Anwar wrapped his arms around Ramu’s neck while his legs wrapped around his hips and he whispered “Come on tiger, show me what you got”

 

Ramu’s young virile dick had gotten hard again. He pushed it in slowly inch by inch, stopping only when Anwar started screaming too loudly from the pain

“Anjali you have to accept me inside you. Loosen up.” He said as he continued his journey forward pretending he was with Anjali. As the last inch sank to the hilt, he moaned “Oh Anjali, I’m a part of you now. Oh God. I’m inside you!” he screamed and once again orgasmed. 

This time, Anwar felt the vibrations inside him as the cum flowed in trying to impregnate him. He thought to himself that it didn’t feel so bad.

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Fyi. Ramu is Ramalal's nickname
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Anjali’s viewpoint

Anjali watched the young man’s lithe arms and body from the balcony of their house as he was bent over washing their clothes on a stone outside. This was her favorite time of the day when she got to admire the young man before her. She had watched Ramalal turn from a scrawny thin boy to a man in front of her eyes over the past 2 years. Ramu turned around and winked at her as Anjali let out a shy giggle at having been “caught”.

By this time, Ramu knew that Anjali had come out to admire him and he purposely flexed his arms knowing that she’d be watching.
This had been a common occurrence for them for the past few months where they had taken to admiring each other in passing.
Anjali sighed as the show finished and went into the kitchen to make some lemonade for when Ramu came back in. “Here Ramu” she said as he came inside the house.

Ramu smiled saying “Thank you” and touched her fingers when talking the cold drink. He sipped on it “It’s delicious!”

Anjali smiled shyly watching him pour the drink down his throat. Suddenly realizing that she had been staring at him, she quickly averted her gaze and went about looking busy. Things had become heated between them with the glances and hot brushing against each other “accidentally”.

Anjali felt bad for what she was doing, especially since her fantasies had invaded her sex sessions with Anwar. While Anwar hadn’t been inside of her in years, their sex had developed so that she teased him used her feet while talking dirty. Lately though, she had introduced Ramu to her naughty talk.

Just last night she had taken it a step further and made Anwar pretend as if he was worshiping Ramu’s feet. This had gotten them both off as Anjali fantasized about her Ramu making love to her, while her husband thought about worshiping Ramu’s feet.

To her amazement, she had come even harder when she learnt that Anwar had gone ahead and actually worshipped his feet! Her guilt at flirting with Ramu evaporated as she made Anwar tell her every detail of what happened. That night was the beginning for her and Ramu’s next step in their relationship.

Feeling bolder, she started wearing more revealing clothing when Anwar went to the office in the morning. Looking at the clock, she realized it was time and went outside to where Ramu was washing their clothes and sat down beside him.  “Let me help you!” she said taking out a dirty shirt from the basket and wetting it.

“No madam! I can’t let you do that. You are the lady of the house. Uncle will kill me if he found out that I let you do this.” he said while reaching towards the shirt to snatch it away from her. As he grasped the shirt and started taking it away, Anjali pull back on it.

“No Ramu, I’m no better than you. We are both human beings and I’m bored!” she said laughing while pulling back with all her strength. The unexpected strength of the pull threw Ramu off his balance as he crashed into her.

They lay there like that for a few seconds that seemed to last forever, breathing hard both from the struggle and the excitement. Ramu being bigger than Angali fell in such a way that her face was covered by his chest and his lund poked through his lungi at her entrance. The only separation between them were her skirt and his white cloth pajamas. Anjali seeing an opportunity wrapped her legs around him and squealed “Hey, I got you!”. In the struggle that ensued, his dick rubbed against her nether regions several times before he managed to extricate himself.

Yelping in embarrassment, he quick ran away to the washroom pushing down on his dick. Anjali laughed with mirth at the young boy’s embarrassment. When he returned, he mumbled something about have to pee and Anjali nodded, pretending that she didn’t know exactly what he was up to.

That was only the beginning. It soon turned to a regular game where they’d splash water on each other, Anjali making sure to not wear a bra so he could see the outline of her boobs through the blouse. Things didn’t change until Ramu had decided that he wanted more and asked Anwar to give him Anjali. As soon as Anwar had agreed, Ramu had become bolder with Anjali, being the instigator of their encounters.

Things were perfect for Anjali and Anwar. Anjali had Ramu in the day and went out in the evening when Anwar came home so he could have some time alone with Ramu’s feet. Anjali always had amazing orgasms rubbing herself each night as Anwar told her of the things Ramu had made him do. It was delicious for her since she too had gotten off on knowing that her husband was worshipping Ramu like a god. It eased her conscience that they were both enjoying this new adventure. Though she still didn’t tell Anwar about her and Ramu’s flirtations. When Anwar told her about Ramu’s request to “take her”, she had been waiting with abated breath on the brink of an orgasm. “Well, what did you say?!” she almost screamed. “I said yes”. That had been the most earth-shattering orgasm of her life, leaving her twitching for several seconds and warmth that lasted her the entire night.

Knowing that she was Ramu’s woman now, she had gotten bolder in their interactions.
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A week later, Anjali found herself watching a horror movie “Night of the living dead” on Netflix. “Ramu, can you make some popcorn?” she asked nonchalantly.

“Ok madam!” came the reply from the kitchen and a few minutes later Ramu walked into the living room with freshly popped popcorn holding it out to her. Rather than the popcorn, Anjali grabbed Ramu’s wrist and puled him towards the sofa asking him to sit.

Ramu was shocked. Though he had sat on the sofa several times before, he had never done so in front of Anjali. “Are you sure madam?” he asked tentatively “I don’t want to ruin your couch”

Anjali frowned “Don’t be silly! You take as many showers as I do. Sit down! That’s an order!” she said with a smile.

Ramu gave a grin in reply and sat beside Anjali. They were so close that their legs were merely an inch apart.

“I love watching scary movies, but I get scared watching it alone. I need someone to watch with me.” she explained as if this was a perfectly reasonable situation.

Once the movie started Anjali waited a full 20 minutes before leaning in closer to Ramu and just when the first scary part happened, she threw her arms around Ramu’s neck and buried herself in his chest.

“Aieeee!!” she shrieked in fake horror while Ramu sat still, too shocked to even comprehend what was happening. Anjali made sure to push her chest into his and whispered, “Please tell me when its over!”

Ramu waited minutes past the scene for his brain to return back to some form of normalcy before whispering in a hoarse voice “madam, its over”

Anjali slowly extracted herself from his neck, giving him a playful swat on his shoulder “Next time a woman holds you in fear, you hold her back and tell her it’s okay!”

Ramu just nodded his head with a dumbfounded look on his face.

The next time that Anjali screamed in terror and hid in his chest, he made sure to hold her in his arms. He made sure to let the hug last several minutes more than it needed to, not realizing that he had fallen into Anjali’s trap.

When the movie finished, Ramu looked at Anjali with a smile “You should watch more horror movies!”

“hah! You’d love that wouldn’t you!” she said pinching his cheeks.

These flirtatious moments occurred more often and increased in its sexual nature once Anjali knew that Ramu wanted her and Anwar had given her to him.

One morning, Anjali walked into the kitchen and noticed Ramu lifting up a heavy sack of rice to put into the now empty rice container. She stared at him admiringly and waited until he was finished before speaking “Wow Ramu, you’ve gotten really strong! I had to take a cup and transfer the rice in small amounts. How much weight do you think you can pick up now?” she asked in curiosity.

“I don’t know mam, there are no dumbbell weights around” he answered shyly. His ear’s reddening from the blush that had formed due to Anjali complement.

Giggling she replied “Well, see if you can pick me up!” Anjali replied. She had gained a few pounds since being married, standing at 5’5 and 150 lbs.

Anjali walked towards him and put her arms around his neck. “I’m ready when you are!”

“Mam, it would be easier if I lifted you from the back” he said trying to not look down her blouse.

Anjali giggle again “I know silly! This is the challenge to see how strong you are!”

Ramu sucked a breath in and put his hand under Anjali’s butt, blushing, he let out a low grunt as he used all his power to lift her up.

Anjali let out a squeal of surprise looking shocked. She had expected Ramu to give up after not being able to lift her off the ground.



“Ramu! Oh my god! You’re so strong!” she exclaimed. She hadn’t been picked up like this since she had first married Anwar and that had turned out to be a disappointment.

Ramu slowly exhaled as he found his face resting on Anjali’s breasts. He felt himself harden slowly, which also coincidentally was aligned right between her thighs under her vagina.

Anjali’s legs hung besides Ramus, while she let out a contended sigh. This proved to her that it wasn’t her weight that kept Anwar from getting hard. She had started to think that maybe he just wasn’t attracted to her after her weight gain.

Ramu now looked perplexed at what to do having Anjali hanging off him. “Ma’am, what are you doing?” he asked in confusion.

“Shhh Ramu, this is the first time I’ve been picked up in years. I thought I had gotten too fat! I feel like I’m a girl again. Do you think you can hold me for a little longer?” she asked scooting a bit down so her vagina rubbed lightly at Ramu’s hardening dick.

Ramu stuttered as he felt his cheeks heat up again “Y- Yes Ma-am. I am strong” he said proud of himself.

“Yes you are Ramu… Yes you are.” She smiled whispering. Playing with his hair, she giggled feeling the hardness pushing against her entrance. She felt elated that she could have such an affect on him.

Five minutes went by in a blink as they held on to each other. Ramu feeling the softness of Anjali’s ass, while Anjali playing with his hair, smiling to herself as his hardness pressed into her.

Ramu cleared his throat. “Ma'am, my arms are hurting. I think I’m going to drop you”

Sighing, Anjali let go of Ramu’s neck and slowly got lowered to the ground.

Looking in Ramu’s eyes, Anjali came up with a brilliant idea. “Ramu! From now on, you can carry me like this. It can be your exercise. It will help you become stronger. What do you say?” she asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Ramu blinked in surprise as the words sank in. “Ok ma’am. I will get really strong that way” he said with a smile slowly appearing on his face as he realized that he could hold her again and feel the softness of her boobs and ass.

Laughing, Anjali pinched his cheeks and walked away, swaying her hips.
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“Just a bit more Ramu!” Anjali encouraged Ramu as he struggled to hold her up. They had been playing this game for a week now. Ramu had already gotten stronger being able to hold her up for almost 10 minutes before needing to lower her down.
“I … I…can’t!” Ramu struggled to hold Anjali up.

“I know you can do it!” Anjali yelled in encouragement. To encourage him, she started slowly bouncing up and down, making sure to rub against his hardness while saying “Go RAMU! You can do it Ramu!”

Suddenly, the rush of adrenaline from Anjali teasing his manhood gave him the strength that he needed to hold out for another minute.

As Anjali got lowered to the ground, they both noticed that Ramu’s pajama had a tent in it from Anjali’s ministrations. Ramu’s entire face turned pink as he tried to push his cock down stuttering “I… I’m sorry ma'am!”

Anjali just laughed and moved his hands away. Look Ramu, you held out for another minute because I started rubbing against you. It helped you get adrenaline and made you stronger she explained as if this was perfectly normal.

“Oh..” Ramu said, not knowing what to say next.

Anjali took Ramu’s face in her hands. “Listen Ramu, I really want to help you become stronger. You’re give me the self-confidence I need. I’m going to make sure that you become really strong!” she said in a sweet voice.

A few days later, they began their routine as usual shortly after Anwar left for the office.

“Come on tiger!” Anjali said smiling as Ramu moved towards her to pick her up. They had begun doing this 5 times a day, 5 days a week. Ramu had become less ashamed and sometimes even moved Anjali up and down with his arms, making sure than she rubbed against his manhood giving him the adrenaline he needed. Anjali just giggled when he did this, giving him the encouragement to grow bolder.

“This time Ramu, lets do something different. Why don’t you walk around while carrying me? This will help your legs become stronger too.” She said mischievously.

“Oh. OK madam, that makes sense” he replied starting to move. He soon found out that it was a completely different thing to walk while carrying something. It made him tired more easily as he walked around the house. Anjali meanwhile felt herself get giddy with excitement as Ramu rubbed against her harder with each step. It was natural friction working against their bodies.
Ramu had gone two rounds in a circle in the living room when he started really struggling. By the third round, he felt his grip weaken. Afraid that he would drop Anjali, he pushed himself backwards and towards the sofa. Ramu crashed against the sofa as Anjali squealed in surprise as she clung on to Ramu with her eyes closed.

Ramu fell on to the sofa with a grunt, his back hitting the sofa so that he was in a sitting position with Anjali on his laps facing towards him. Her legs were splayed by his thighs and her face on his neck, arms wrapped around his neck. He felt more turned on than ever.

Anjali slowly pulled backwards, making a fist and lightly punching Ramu on the chest. “Don’t scare me like that!”

She then realized that she could feel Ramu’s erection more acutely than ever sitting in his lap, as if she was riding him. Felling herself getting excited and wet, she didn’t want the moment to end.

“Do you see Ramu? you have gotten strong in your arms, but you don’t have the stamina! We should do this more often, so your legs get used to it.” She said trying to extend the conversation as much as possible while she got more turned on by the second. “Well, there’s no use getting off your lap now, you have to do this at least 2 more times before the exercise is finished” Angali said with a finality, shifting around to get more comfortable so Ramu’s dick was poking right at her entrance with only their clothes separating them.

Ramu sat there for far longer than he needed to wondering how this could be happening to someone like him. When he finally got ready, he pushed himself off the sofa, once again holding Angali’s ass while she clung on to him. Her entire weight supported by his hands that dug into her ass. He was looking forward to this new training technique he thought to himself smiling.

Anjali looked forward to her exercise time and watching movies with Ramu. They had become like lovers in all but name. The only thing that kept anything more from happening was a kiss. A kiss that would soon change everything.