"Oh," she said. She went to prepare dinner and I helped. That was the last of the conversation about the girl.That night in bed, Megan was a little di...tracted. I knew that it was about the girl at Starbucks. So I brought up the topic. The first thing Megan asked me was, "Are you in love with her?" What? Of course not. Maybe lust but not love," I said laughing."That's supposed to make me feel better," she said.I could tell this was one of those things that just can't be communicated across the. She stays with her 2-year-old son, father-in-law, mother-in-law and a divorced aunt in Mumbai. I am writing this experience after getting her consent. After posting my story on ISS in 2015, I got many emails from readers. Nisha sent me a message on hangouts and later we shared our pictures over email. She was not getting time to respond quickly in the beginning but later on, we started talking regularly day and night. Her husband was coming to India only once in 15 months and so she needed a. My name is Shorya and I am from a very conservative family consisting of me, mom, dad and my younger brother. As for every son, his first love is his own mom and I am no different. This story is how I grow the desire to have sex with my mom and succeeded in fulfilling the desire.Let me describe my goddess Chandra a bit for u to help u better your imaginations. She is an average looking lady, wheatish in complexion and with sharp features. 5’ 3’’ in height with equal amount of mass fitting to. I pulled everything out of there and dropped it all on the floor. "Fuck, where the hell is that damn picture?" I growled, putting my hands up. I looked at all of it. "I don't even see my camera." Then I heard some slight footsteps in the distance. "Shit," I groaned, picking up my things. "Looking for this?" I heard, as face was to my locker. My head turned slightly and I got view of her in a pink bikini, as she was holding the picture. I saw her long blonde hair, sizable breasts and everything.