A happy family of INDIA

Hi my name is Jamal Ahmed Khan and I am from a small city Kanpur in India. I am a Muslim and my father is a Mullah (High Priest) in a Mosque. I have a big family. My father is Shabir and is of 50 & my mother Rukshana is of 38 Yr, I also have two sister my elder sister is Mehndi and she is 22 Yr old, and my younger sister Mehak is one year younger than me and is 19 Yr old. My father also married to a Hindu woman Neha of 30. He also has kids with her, my stepsister Deepika 15 Yr old and my stepbrother Rajiv 14 Yr old.

My father hid his ill deed of second marriage from us and community for 10 years but when rumors started to rise, he had to accept this publicly which almost took his job as a mullah at the mosque but somehow he saved himself.

My family was in rage after the entire truth hit us but later, when she told us that she was also tricked by our father who told her that he is a Hindu and he is a businessman who travels a lot, it was when every thing changed and we accepted them and its about 4 Yr that we are living happily together. My stepmother is a nice person and so are my stepsister and brother. My stepmother takes my and my family’s care more than my real mother. My step siblings were also very humble and looked up to us to lead them into Islamic community since they liked it.

I was brought up in a very strict Islamic community. We don’t have that kind of law in India as in Taliban but my father forced it on my family. I studied in all boy’s school right form play group and I wasn’t allowed to have any friends. The only friends I got to talk to were my sisters and mothers but than to me and my family was well accustomed to it and we were not only happy but proud of our traditions and fame which get for our religious upbringing but as my beard and hair on my chest started to appear something started to change. I started to have felling for females.

As I wasn’t allowed to talk to any friend and I couldn’t talk to any member of family, I started getting frustrated. When ever I got into market the only thing I seem to be notice was either breast or between legs or back of a woman. That’s when I discovered masturbation and seem to be spending the entire day in my bedroom fondling my penis and thinking about any female I know, but even after so much orgasm I still wasn’t satisfied. I was 18 Yr old and my testosterone was asking for a female to have sex with. Things got even worse when my father gave me job of caretaker and supervisor of his mosque since I wasn’t able to beat my meat for the entire day. At least the heavy work at the mosque paid as my body started to acquire a shape that of a body builder. The frustration started to appear even in my daily life. I was rude to every one in the family.

One day after finishing my morning chores at the mosque when I got home I was such frustrated that when my mother repeatedly called me for lunch I got angry and yelled really badly at her and said I don’t want any food and stayed in my room for the entire afternoon. When I didn’t get to the mosque in the afternoon my mother said to my step mother “Neha Jamal seems to be really mad at something and is in very bad mood.