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I am 28 years old and married to Kulsum who is two years younger than me. Although I was born in India, I have lived in Sydney, Australia with my mother since I was four years of age. I would like to share with you the story of my sexual life which may seem quite extraordinary, but quite commonplace in a city like Sydney. My story takes you through my sexual awakening in early childhood right through my experiences to my present day situations. I hope to make it as detailed an account as possible and give you all as much enjoyment from reading about my experiences as I had in living them. If you’re into stories with fucking and sucking in every line, this story isn’t for you. While I do enjoy all the good hardcore stories here I have attempted to include all the hardcore detail along with the more subtle emotions that I have felt that accompanied my experiences. Again please enjoy my story and send me your comments.
Let’s start at the beginning. As already mentioned, I moved to Australia with my mother Samina when I was four. My mother is quitean attractive woman, not exactly a model, but good looking enough to make a man look twice. She is 5ft 7 inches tall, hazel eyes, slim with well endowed curves, which means to say big tits and curvy ass. As usually happens in India, my parents’ marriage was an arranged one. There was little love between them, and soon after I was born, my father had left my mother and me for another woman. As a result, I have no memory of my father whatsoever. Because my mother was very young when she married, ( seventeen ) and I was born only a yearafter, we had very little prospects for a good life in India. We were quite lucky in the fact that my Mamu Yusuf, had already migrated to Australia some years before. It was at his insistence that we decided to come to Sydney. My mamu was very good to us. He enrolled my mother into university and supported us while she completed her business degree. Mamu was running an import/export business back to India and was quite well off, and this gave him the luxury of extending his generous hospitality to us. My mother has always been the foundation of my life. I don’t say this in the typical desi sense as one would expect. My relationship with my mother has always been one of great friendship. She’s always been a youthful personality and brought me up with an understanding attitude. Rather than building barriers of communication between us she always …encouraged me to talk to her regarding any matter, wether good or bad. We had become such good friends that we often did many things together such as going to the cinema, dinner, football games etc. And unlike most boys, had no problems about being seen spending recreational time with my mother. In fact, all my friends thought
Ammi was so cool. If Ammi was my foundation, then my cousin Razia was my rock. She’s my mamu’s daughter and is two years older than me. It was Razia aapa that introduced me to the pleasures of sex. Aapa was my first girlfriend, the first girl I ever kissed, the first I ever touched, the first i’ve ever seen naked and the first i’ve ever fucked. She is my best friend, my confidante, my lover and so much more even to this day. During the time Ammi and I stayed with mamu’s family aapa and I shared the same room. At first we used to fight a lot with her complaining that it was HER room and I was just a visitor. We often ended up slapping each other and wrestling. Our parents would often have to rush in to break it up. Ammi would admonish me with a slap on the backside and mamu would tell aapa that she should know better because she’s older and if she didn’t learn how to behave herself, she’d be sleeping in the living room.
As is usually the case with young children, we put our differences aside and became fast friends. Instead of fighting all the time, we’d spend a lot of time playing kids games. Aapa was particularly fond of playing husband and wife. After school we’d come home and she would pretend to cook dinner while I pretended to do odd jobs around the house, thus imitating mamu and mami in domesticity, but it was after lights out that the real playing started. Aapa always made sure that everyone thought we were asleep, going so far as to placing a towel at the bottom of the bedroom door as to muffle any noise and light coming from our room. “Ok Sameer, come to bed now.” Aapa would say. “Ji aapa” I would reply. “Don’t call me aapa! You’re supposed to call me darling jaan like Abbu calls Ammi!” “Ji darling jaan.” I giggled. Aapa held the cover open for me to join her in bed. I hopped in and she immediately took me in her arms and would kiss me on the lips. During that time we didn’t really know what we were doing. Our lips would be firmly closed as we kissed. It had never occurred to us to open our mouths. In fact it probably would have seemed quite disgusting to me at that age. For then it was all just innocent fun. Then came a night that remains etched in my memory. After we had finished playing our innocent husband-wife game and I had returned to my own bed, aapa crept in beside me. “Aapa so ja na. Thakh gaya hoon!” I protested. “Nahin!” she retorted, “aaj ek naya khel shuroo hoga.” I turned to face aapa and realised something which shocked me at the time. Aapa wasn’t wearing any clothes. “Yeh kya aapa!? Aap nange kyun so rahi ho?” “Aisa hota hai, Sameer. Aaj school mein, meri saheli ne kaha ke uski Abbu aur Ammi nange sote hai.” “Kya???” the thought was so astonishing for me. “Haan Sameer. Nange ho kar ek doosre se chapat jaate hai.”
I have to admit, even at that young age the thought did turn me on, but that may have had something to do with the fact that aapa was laying next to me completely naked, and that definitely made me curious. I had never seen a naked girls before. Except for Ammi, that is. Up until I started going to school Ammi would bathe me with her. Being a young child there was nothing unusual about that. But seeing Ammi naked had always given me the awareness that men and women were physically different. I lay staring at aapa’s differences in the dim lamplight before she gave me a light slap, “Sameer, you have to take your clothes off too!!” “Kya???” “If you get to see me, then I get to see you too!” I turned the thought over in my mind. I was a little shy of letting aapa see my little nunu, as I always heard Ammi refer to it whenever she washed it. Slowly and somewhat reluctantly, I got out of bed and started undressing while aapa watched intently. When I had stripped down to my underwear aapa sat up with much attention watching with wide eyes and a big grin on her face. “Who bhi utaar, Sameer.” Aapa reverted to hindi. (I was still coming to grips with speaking English in those days and Aapa was in the habit of switching between the two languages.) I lowered my underwear to reveal my nunu. When aapa saw it she giggled “Kyun hans rahi ho?” I asked, slightly embarrassed. “It looks funny yaar.” She replied. “Aap ne kabhi nunu nahin dekha kya?” “Nahin dekha.” She said as she reached out to touch it. That was something I didn’t expect. It was one thing for her to see it, but something quite different to have her touch it. “Kya kar rahi ho aapa????” I demanded as I stepped back. “Ssssssssh!!! Koi sun lega!” I looked around to the bedroom door half expecting to see mamu, mami or Ammi standing there. “Just let me touch it, Sameer. Don’t be such a baby!” I slowly stepped back towards aapa’s outstretched hand and let her touch my nunu. “It feels soft,” aapa said. “and warm.” As she fondled my nunu in her hand I found that I was actually
Enjoying it and felt a little bit silly about being so shy. Suddenly a thought occurred to me. “Can I touch yours, aapa?” I asked her.”Of course you can, silly.” Aapa replied warmly.”Let’s get under the covers. Then we can touch each other all we want.”I hurriedly climbed into my bed with aapa. I still remember my first touch of her pussy as if it were yesterday. My hand tentatively reaching out and my fingers touching a soft mound of flesh. I remember finding the slit and attempting to insert a finger into it, which is when aapa guided my hand away with hers. “Don’t touch inside, Sameer. Only outside right now, ok?” I nodded agreement, too lost in this newfound sensation to utter words. We kissed and caressed each other for quite some time before aapa went back to her own bed and we fell asleep. It went on this way until Ammi and I moved out on our own. If any girl or women from chandigarh interested mail me at
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