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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.