It was rather early, about half past five in the morning that the sound of the phone ringing next to her woke up Manya. Drowsily, she rolled her half naked body across the bed and picked up the receiver. It was Ram's cheery voice. Involuntarily, the horny wife's hand went to her pussy.
"Sorry to wake you. I just wanted to say that I am leaving by an early flight now. Your husband is still out. I left him a note that he should join me in Mumbai by the evening flight. Take care and go back to sleep. Last night was beautiful", said the boss.
"Ohhh! Thanks for the care. Last night was beautiful for me too", murmured the frustrated wife over the phone. Her fingers begans to strum her vulva as Ram's caressing voice moistened her awakened pussy.
Ram thought he heard her moan. "It was beautiful but hurried. We need to catch up", he said slowly, realising that she was breathing heavily into the phone.
"Yes,"gasped Manya, "when you're back"! Her fingers were deep now into her warm cunt. Her pussy was alive now. She moaned a long deep reply when she heard him kiss her over the phone. Placing the receiver back, she used both hands now to play with herself. Her petticoat was right over her thighs and beads of sweat had already coated her naked breasts. After two minutes of caressing and much before orgasm, she shook herself back to senses and rose to start the day. But the ache in her body had begun, giving her entire body language a sexual lethargy right from the start. She picked up the thin red blouse she had worn last night and put it on without a bra, leaving the top two buttons undone. Her breasts heaved and swayed with each step as she moved to the main door to gather the milk. She could have been lust personified as she opened the door and bent to pick up the milk.
She saw nobody out there. She stood at the doorstep, milk in hand in a lewd state of undress for atleast two minutes. Outside the main gate, she saw a youth jogging away. When he waved to her, she saw that it was Prem. She waved back at him, her naked midriff and half open cleavage rising and falling with her wave. When Prem had left, Manya and walked towards the kitchen, forgetting to close the door and unaware that her son Deen was already up and was observing her. Manya had anticipated the milkman's presence and in her present agitated state after the morning conversation with Ram, she was quite restless down there. In the kitchen, she opened the door leading to the outside to look for him. But there was nobody there too. Grimacing, she went to the kitchen table to start her routine, leaving the kitchen door also open. Deen saw his mother's big backside bent over the kitchen platform with her entire back revealed except for the little area covered by the blouse. She looked ravishingly poised for a hot round of anal sex. He held his dick through his pants and withdrew to a far corner of the living room behind a wooden cabinet from where he could watch his sexy mother, without himself being observed. He heard someone enter the house through the main door and looked. It was Salim, the newspaperman, a young man of twenty three or so. He came in silently and placed a couple of papers on the living room sofa. He was about to turn away when his eyes saw the voluptuous body of Manya in the kitchen, bent over the platform. She looked so delectable and waiting. He had heard from the milkman about her and now, on seeing her, he regretted that he hadn't approached her earlier. Keeping his full bunch of newspapers down, he stealthily moved towards the kitchen and crept up on the unsuspecting housewife.
Manya, slightly engrossed in her work, heard a slight sound and before she could turn back, Salim gripped her by her ample hips and kept her bent on the platform with not so sudden but firm hands. In less than a second he untied her petticoat and dug his pelvis into her lush, round ass. Manya squealed, absolutely certain that it was the milkman. The hold was just like his and such liberties could be taken only by him at this time of the day. She moaned and ground her asscheeks against his rampant dick, which was now seeking entry at the base of her pussy lips.
Deen gaped astounded at this sequence of events. He saw Salim tear away his Mom's petticoat, leaving her ass naked and also saw his Mom squealing and accepting his groping rear embrace willingly. She was still bent when Salim effortlessly eased his strong, erect young cock into her wet cunt. Even from that distance, Deen could hear the squishy sound of their illicit, early morning passion. His mother hadn't even looked behind to check who it was. Was she expecting him? Had they been doing this for long? A variety of thoughts crept into Deen's head as he pumped his cock in unison with Salim's dick as it pounded in and out of his squealing and moaning mother's hot pussy. She was naked except for her blouse and she was bent, again like a bitch, getting her luscious breasts mauled and her pussy pumped by a young stud.
Manya revelled in this early morning assault on her hungry pussy. She really needed it and was glad that the milkman came, even as she was about to reconcile herself to his absence. And the newspaperman rammed in and out of the horny wife's twat, squeezing her body wherever he could lay his hands on, surprised at his luck and utterly amazed that the lust aroused woman had not even bothered to see who she was getting fucked by. Her heat took him by surprise too and he decided that he was better late than never. He pumped and pumped into her with searing intensity, feeling her body vibrate with each thrust and hearing her moans reach a climax as both of them neared their climax. He knew he was fucking a top class bitch in heat. His cock sluiced in and out of Mrs. M's cock starved cunt. The slapping sounds of his balls on her juicy ass could be heard by Deen and he spurted his seed much before the horny couple in the kitchen reached their peak. In receding passion, he watched the last few thrusts by the young stud into his mother's naked body. He could see her asscheeks clenching and unclenching around his cock. She was milking her man dry in her obscenely bent posture. Once again Deen was in awe of his mother's body and capacity.
Manya felt her own juices flowing and her ravager's dick softening and slipping out of her drenched twat. As he released his hard grip over her ample hips, she smiled and slowly turned around to face him. A complete wave of shock engulfed her face when she saw that it was not the milkman. Though she could vaguely recognise the face to be that of the paperboy, the utter debasement of her body in his hands and her utter degeneration in giving in to him without even seeing his face made her flush red in embarrassment and anger, more at herself than at the youngster who had given her a good fucking when she needed it. She flopped onto the kitchen floor, face breaking into tears. Salim, moved by the housewife's state, kissed her forehead and said, "Mrs. M, you are the most beautiful woman I have seen in my life. I hope to get a wife like you".
His kind words acted as a mild palliative for the humiliated housewife. She thought she was falling into an abyss of depravity from the previous night onwards. She liked the final act but couldn't help feeling that her body had been used. She felt like a cheap whore until Salim's adoring words cheered her. She managed a smile and saw Salim leave quickly and kept looking at him as he picked up his papers and left the house. She did not spot her son Deen. Deen could not hear the conversation and couldn't understand why his mother was distressed again. He thought he'd wait for her to put on her petticoat before making a move. It was then that he saw Manya look around suddenly towards the kitchen door. He strained his neck from his position to see his pal Prem.
Manya was just feeling the pleasures of the juicy encounter course through her body when she heard a soft rap on the kitchen door. Alarmed, she turned her head and saw Prem's smiling, considerate face. She was naked except for her blouse and in that half naked, well fucked state, she looked like a pornstar to Prem. Prem did not see the encounter with the paperboy. He guessed his favourite mature woman was lying bare assed on the kitchen floor after some lovemaking with her hubby. He did not ask her about it. Manya did not say anything. She was silent, confused about how to react to being discovered by her son's friend with cum leaking from her recently fucked vagina, her petticoat off her hips and her blouse looking like it could no longer contain those bursting, aching breasts. The ever gallant Prem did nothing to embarrass the adulterous wife. From the living room corner, Deen could see his best friend lift his almost naked mother to her feet. He could see them hugging and kissing. He could see Prem caress his Mom's breasts over the blouse and could also see his mother take her blouse off to be totally naked before his best friend. Deep down, Deen was glad that it was Prem fucking his Mom. This idea came to him when he realised that his mother never got the cock she needed at home. He had acted subtly to put it into action. He chose Prem not only because of his good nature, but also because he knew that with his strength and athletic build, he would be the performer his horny mother's body needed.
Right there, in the early hours of the morning, the ideas guy jacked off behind the wooden cabinet as the performer balled his mother on the kitchen floor, missionary style. He fucked her slowly in deliberate strokes, making her feel full and well cared for. He kissed her face, licked it and nibbled it all over, while his hands always caressed some available part of her voluptuous body, making sure that her lust was always answered. Manya's face, glazed with love and lust shone in the early morning light, making Prem wonder as he fucked the beautiful mother, whether he would be lucky to get a wife as sexy as her. The thought made his cock harder and his thrusts deeper. Manya moaned loudly and threw her legs around his hips, drawing him fiercely into herself and reciprocating with her own lush hip thrusts. The beautiful duo fucked in a divine rhythm and Deen for the first time, found himself fighting jealousy. He saw every inch of his Mom's juicy body being ravished the way she craved. Her body was getting its due. He saw nothing wrong or immoral in what she was doing. She looked beautiful, happy and divine. She always looked beautiful and divine when she was getting fucked.
The two robust lovemaking bouts left the naked mother panting and satiated. Tenderly she kissed Prem as he shoved his cock back into his jogging shorts and bade good bye. Prem left through the open kitchen door and Manya staggered to her feet. She put on her petticoat but remained topless. She looked at the clock in the kitchen and it showed quarter to seven. Realising that her sons would be also up any minute, she slipped on her blouse and within fifteen minutes, completed the basics for coffee and breakfast, wondering when her husband would arrive home after his disgusting night. The thought again brought a frown to her face.
As Manya was completing her work in the kitchen, Den decided that the time was right to wake up his brother Binu. He did so and himself proceeded to the toilet. Binu walked out of his room and went to greet his Mom. He saw her in the kitchen with her back to him. He gave her a full hug from behind, kissing her neck while doing so. His hands were around her naked hips, just above where her petticoat was tied. It was tied dangerously, just above her bush. Manya felt Binu's fingers squeeze her belly for a few seconds as was his right and felt them dip into her navel for his first navel probe of his mother for the day. She gasped a bit as his kissing moved from her neck to her cheek and trailed wetly to the corner of her mouth. It could have been the caressing or may have even been the previous day's familiarity with her son's lips, Manya instinctively turned her face around. Binu's lips fell smack on hers and very naturally, mother and son kissed for a few seconds, with the son maintaining his fingering of his Mom's navel throughout his kisses.
Manya withdrew affectionately and gushed at the demonstrative love of her younger son. She was growing to love him more and more. And so was he, she felt. She couldn't say it was carnal, but certainly she could feel Binu's gropes getting a lot more frequent and his kisses longer and more lingering. But he was soft and steady without being frenzied and that reassured the beautiful mother that it was pure love and not tainted with anything undesirable. She also missed that kind of love from Deen. Manya decided she had to take a closer look at Deen for any signs of abnormality. The well fucked mother patted her younger son on his face and told him to get ready for school.
"Mom, you'll have to wash my hair today", insisted Binu.
"Ok. Get into the bathroom, I'll join you'" said Manya as she took the prepared breakfast and coffee in her hands to place them on the dining table.
Binu bounded out towards the bathroom and got in just as brother Deen was emerging out of it. Deen saw his brother strip and get ready for his bath and also noticed his Mom going behind him into the bath. In her black petticoat and dark red blouse, her fair skin looked sexy and ripe and actually glowed softly whenever water fell on her, especially around her fully exposed midriff and upper hips. Manya washed her son's hair and went on to soap the rest of his body too. From a slit in the bathroom door edge, Deen saw his mother soap his brother's body in slow strokes, full of love and care. He saw her doing his stomach and suddenly she dipped her hands down to cup his balls with her soaped hands. Deen saw his brother's young dick hop to attention at the touch. Manya however continued to soap her son's balls and moved her fingers to rub the stem of his little cock too, which was not more than five inches at full mast. She smiled to herself when she felt it twitch and throb. She didn't look up to see her son's face but continued lovingly with her task. Soaping complete, she turned on the shower to rinse him all over. Again when she reached his groin, she rubbed his dick, cleansing it off all the soap. Deen observed that she however continued to rub Binu's dick well after all the soap had been rinsed away. She infact lingered around the base of his shaft and gave it a few squeezes too before releasing it in its throbbing glory. Wildly aroused, Deen remembered the years when she did the same to him. His dick ached when he remembered how she had gone through the same motions with him until he was nearly thirteen. He used to look forward to those bathing sessions and felt that even his Mom enjoyed playing with his erections, from the way her dainty fingers coaxed and cajoled his adolescent cock. Those loving baths had stopped the day Deen had ejaculated suddenly when his Mom's hands were stroking the base of his shaft. Both Mom and son were a wee bit embarrassed but Manya did not let her son feel guilty about anything. She pretended as if nothing had happened and that helped her son get over it. He got over the embarrassment but started getting more and more obsessed with his mother's generously curved body with a vengeance that was extremely carnal but intention that was almost totally voyeuristic.
Having bathed her adoloscent son well, Manya felt the warmth of his cock linger on her fingers for a little while. She left the bathroom and moved towards her bedroom, bringing her fingers to her lips on the way. Deen noticed it, just as he had noticed every single act of hers since that morning.
Manya's clothes were wet after bathing her son. She had to remove them. While discarding them she contemplated whether to bathe or not. She suddenly realised that her husband had not returned yet. Leaving her wet clothes on the floor, she slipped her nude body under the sheets and cuddled up cosily. The time was half past seven. Binu would be off to school after ten minutes or so, followed by Deen soon after. She wished Desh would set a good example atleast to his children.
Naked under the sheets, she picked up the phone and dialed Ram's house to enquire whether her husband had left. Thankfully she was told that he had. That gave her fifteen minutes atleast to snatch a few winks. The two early morning fucks had thrown a mild cloud of lethargy over her. But when she closed her eyes, it was her son Binu's young, wet and throbbing cock that came to her mind. She turned onto her belly with one hand underneath her. Caressing herself with closed eyes, she allowed relaxation to take over. Ten minutes later, Binu entered the room, having gulped down his breakfast to wish her good bye.
He looked down at his mother's form under the bedsheet. Her ass formed a huge hill in the middle and her back was half bare. He could see the sides of her full tits, pressed against the bed. One hand was out but he couldn't make out where the other hand was. The thin bedsheet covered Manya's lush ass but got wedged inside her ass crack, offering a mouth watering view of her crack and in the process the awesome dimensions of each juicy globe to her son. The boy stared at his mother's ass. It was nothing new to him. But knowing that she was nude under the sheet gave that extra special thrill. He reached out to knead the hillock. Manya who had not heard his entry moaned softly at the touch and realised that it was her son's hand. Only he could cup and squeeze her ass in that caressing, loving way. She felt him stoke the full cheeks and run his finger slowly up and down the crack from top to bottom. When he reached the bottom, he almost came into contact with his mother's own pussy caressing finger, but missed it by a whisker. Manya felt the heat rising again. He fingers dug right into her pussy with the minimum motion. She tried not to undulate her ass. It was half relief when she heard him give one last, loving squeeze to those succulent asscheeks, but the agony returned when she heard his voice near her ears, whispering a good bye. She moaned hornily and turned to say good bye. Binu, who had meant to bend and kiss his Mom's ears to say good bye got the full impact of his mother's full and rosy lips on his as she turned. His mumbling got mixed with hers in a mutually aroused farewell that lasted about one full lip locked minute. With one hand dug deep inside her pussy, Manya kissed her son good bye in the most awkward pose imaginable, nude under the sheets. It was while Binu was withdrawing his face from his Mom's hot lips and about to leave the room that the bedroom door opened and Manya's husband Desh walked in.
Binu said a quick hello and good bye to his Dad and ran from the room without a word. Desh had hardly noticed anything that was happening in the room. He came, clutching his head, still reeling from a hangover. The aroused wife looked at her husband's state with a sense of pity. Desh greeted his wife and began to undress. He seemed only a little apologetic about the previous night.
Desh kissed his naked wife on her lips. Manya could still feel the smell of liquor. Her insides almost revolted but she kept her cool. Desh muttered a second apology and said that he would be out of town for a full week from this evening. Manya knew about it but she simply nodded and looked on.She suddenly realised that her hand was still on her pussy even though she had turned onto her back. She retained it there and continued to listen to her husband.
"We might clinch this new contract", he went on. "Ram has plenty of drive too. If we succeed I might get a raise", finished Desh, turning to look at his wife.
"Hmmmm", murmured Manya when she heard her husband praise Ram. "Yes he has the drive," she thought to herself, caressing her cunt a bit faster and watching her husband leave her naked under the sheets and get into the bathroom.
"Breakfast is ready on the table", she announced to her dressing husband.
"Thanks", said Desh as he finished dressing. It was then that he realized that his sexy wife was naked. "How is it that you are naked after preparing breakfast", he inquired more casually than out of any suspiscion.
"Oh! I gave Binu a bath and got wet. I decided to lie down for a while after taking them off", replied the horny housewife.
Desh again felt a bit awkward. "I'm sorry dear for last night. And I hope the boys didn't trouble you in my absence or got you overworked", he stated in half concern.
"No Desh," replied the nakedly spread wife. "They are both darlings and they gave no trouble", she whispered as her husband bent to kiss her in one of those sudden bursts of love. This kiss was fresher and Manya had less trouble getting over with it. She however had to contend with some breast mauling too in the process which got her horny again. She reached out to grab Desh by his crotch but he went out of her reach saying "Not now lady. We'll have enough time when I return from this trip".
Desh was all set to leave after a quick breakfast when he came to kiss his nude wife again, who had not left the bed. Kissing her, he also said "The newspaper boy may come with his bill for payment today. Remember to look out and pay him".
Kissing her husband back, Manya whispered "He's already come and taken his payment early this morning darling".
Mouthing a final goodbye, Desh left the room and house, leaving behind his voluptuous, naked wife on the bed writhing in frustrated lust and caressing her pussy in continuous strokes of her wet fingers.
Her husband's disgusting behaviour last night had left Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kisses and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the remotest tinge of remorse for having left her high and dry at his boss' party and now showed absolute callousness in anouncing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked wife felt that she didn't deserve his attitude or his attributes. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her naked body as if in reassurance but realised with a smile that the high voltage fucking she had been receiving over the last couple of days were a far greater assurance of her desirability. And the fact that she was able to draw teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous body and leave them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a total flesh magnet who drew men and boys of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of feels and squeezes which her younger son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her body to people rather than the mind and she resigned herself to the fact. Midway through her introspection, her son Deen walked in to announce that he was leaving for school and left immediately when he saw his mother lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the covers. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her husband's presence in the bedroom. Her comfort levels with nudity had been rising over time and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.
The moment Deen left the house, Manya raised her nude body off the bed and went across to shut the door. She was naked in the confidence that she would now be alone in the house. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the sofa and spread one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her hand around the lower abdomen, she clicked the television on and saw some songs being telecast. The horny housewife looked quite obscene in that posture with her pinkish cuntlips being wide open in case there was a viewer. Crusted cum deposits decorated her inner thighs and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two raunchy numbers, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to imagine herself in the hands of the various lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead danseuse in those songs. A tide of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would look on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and strong male dancers. She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. The sexy housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no clothes were within reach.
"Who's it?" she called out from her lewd position on the sofa. She was relieved to hear a female voice reply. It was Sana, the neighbour's eighteen year old daughter. She was Salman's sister.
"I'm coming in a minute", called out the nude woman as she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a small towel over her chest and went to open the door for Sana, her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the thin towel.
"I'm coming in a minute", called out the nude woman as she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a small towel over her chest and went to open the door for Sana, her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the thin towel.
Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman's body from head to toe. Manya was her idol and Sana's reason for idolising her was that all the neighbourhood boys, kept talking only about Manya in total lust and awe rather than about younger girls like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would have a hard time warding off other guys from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon like brests, swung freely, unfettered by any restrictive clothing. She was also perplexed that Manya's nipples were erect even at this time of the day. She knew little about Manya's appetite for hard sex and her ever horny disposition. In her eyes she was the good housewife who couldn't help it if she was blessed with a well stacked, knock out body. They chatted for long, Manya blushing everytime the teenager poked her waist to tell her she was very very desirable even for women. It was cheerful banter. Suddenly Sana said,
"Aunt Manya you looked rather sexy the other day while skipping".
A bit puzzled, Manya thanked her sweetly.
"I mean very sexy Aunt Manya", the teenager spoke out. "Many men praised you and some even went crazy talking about you."
Manya was a bit concerned and asked her "Who went crazy Sana"?.
"Everyone Aunt Manya. I heard all the old men go wild, espcially when your saree top fell off. They all wanted to get close to you. That's why you were dunked the most."
"Hmmm," gushed the beautiful housewife, experiencing a mild thrill.
"Never meet them without Uncle Desh in future Aunt Manya," she warned innocently.
"Oh come on Sana. It was all in fun,"said Manya, smiling away beautifully. "It's not what you think".
"It is what I think Aunt Manya. You don't know the way they were staring and talking everytime your pallu slipped. They were fighting with each other to be first to grab you".
Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the innocent girl. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in future. Time flew and it was getting closer to lunch time. Suddenly Sana suggested that they should order lunch from their family restaurant. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to cook. Sana quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering enough food to take care of Deen, Binu and a couple of others also if necessary. The food arrived shortly and with the food came Salman and Sam. Both were at the restaurant when Sana called and they decided to bring it themselves. Salman had Manya in mind while Sam had Sana also in mind. When Manya saw the boys arrive, she slipped into the bedroom and put on a light green transparent saree over the petticoat and a sleeveless blouse, braless on her chest. She noticed after wearing it that the blouse, already low cut, had the top button torn off. She shrugged and went to greet the boys.
The guys were in high spirits with Sam constantly teasing sana and salman giving hungry looks towards Manya. After a while, Manya decided to fetch the plates and lay the food on the table. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The moment they went into the kitchen, Salman caught hold of the voluptuous wife by her generous hips and thrust into her saree covered ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her tits. Manya resisted for a while in discomfort but knew that she couldn't for too long. She kept eyeing the living room, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly decide to help out too. Manya's hands tried to assemble some plates and dishes together while her pussy tried to fight off the gushing juices from deep within her loins. The young teenager showed great anxiety in his mauling of the well endowed wife's body from head to toe. His hands covered her clothed form everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his hand right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a strong grip. Manya gasped and let out a light squeal. Her body began to experience the familiar concussions and her breasts were already quivering from his pawing. She was scared they would be heard. Salman suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen, "Hey Sam we forgot the rice but brought all the other dishes. Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sana may like to come with you.".
"Sure Salman," said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by the two guys. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his time with the beauteous Sana while Salman had the lush and sexy Manya free and horny. The door closed and the floodgates opened for the illicit couple. Standing in the same place, Manya and Salman began a rapid fire fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen table. In the last two days the kitchen table was used for anything but food preparation. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all raptures as the young studs thrusts drove the blues of her husband's neglect away. Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounce, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly mash them as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Manya's lust skyrocketed to great heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheated sex starved body. Five minutes of ceasless pounding into the lusty housewife's cunt had Salman spewing out spoonfuls of seed deep inside her womb, hugging her wholesome body ardently while doing so. It was a mindblowing experience for Manya to be so ravished. His vigor pleased her and his cock still felt hard inside her sodden pussy even after the battering he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue greedily.
Not letting Salman's cock out of her cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in small leaps towards the bedroom. A surprised Salman understood her intention and let himself hop alongwith her right onto her bed. The feel of his still erect cock in her cum washed pussy continued to stoke the fires in her belly. She craved for another pounding. A young man always came quickly first. But young cock shot back to erection quickly too. Her ripe body could never be satisfied with a single round of sex. She craved for the next round ravenously. She was a bunny for the second fuck. She was a slave to young cock.
Knowing they had atleast another ten minutes the sex charged couple took off on the adulterous mother's marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent pregnant months with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into delicious slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her brains fucked out of her by the neighbourhood stud. Again here, he was fucking her doggie style. She was on all fours and he was raming her juicy cunt from behind. Their combined juices trickled out down her voluptuous thighs to soak the bedsheet fully. The fucking and the soaking continued for the next ten minutes, during which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out on ecstasy without the fear of being heard. She gave full vent to her bursting passion by imploring him to fuck her hard and true.
"Fuck me hard Salman", she begged. "Fuck my cock starved pussy. Fuck your friend's horny Mom, " she wailed, surprising Salman with her wantonness. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs. M could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was adulterous. He literally rammed and rammed his steely cock in and out of her pulsating cunt till the stage came when she was about to cream. He could feel her cunt muscles tighten around his thrusting cock and the milking get more frenzied. His absolute mauling of her heaving breasts reached bigger proportions and finally both of them collapsed in a heap on the creaking bed, going through convulsive orgasms with Salman lying on top of the mature woman's huge ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her release. The mating couple looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five minutes to disentangle themselves from each other's hold.
Salman pulled up his trousers and said "Let me help you dress Mrs. M", and went over to tuck her saree into her waist. He squeezed the flesh there in approval, drawing a moan from the well fucked mother. They tidied each other up as best as they could and went into the living room just in time to hear the bell. Sam and Sana entered with flushed looks on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any questions and the two couples ate in total silence. It was a full meal and took more than fifteen minutes. Manya felt a little soreness in her pussy and once in a while cupped it with her left hand in the course of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his lips. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's interest create a further ripple in her lower belly.
After the meal, Sana said she had to attend an art class and requested her brother to drop her. She wanted to be free of Sam because of the fear of any doubts in Aunt Manya's mind about them. Aunt Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state, as Salman led his sister out of the house, agreeing to drop her. He closed the door shut behind him, not looking at Sam.
Sam cast a glance at the silent mother next to him. She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her saree having fallen off from her creamy shoulders. He placed his hands gently on her lower, exposed belly and ran it in circles, feeling the softness and caressing it. Manya gave him a tired smile but did not stop him. She however said, "I'm tired Sam".
"Did he do it hard and well?", enquired Sam softly of the adulterous woman.
A wee bit surprised but not shocked, Manya answered, "Yes Sam. He fucks well. I'm sore now and my body aches all over".
"Don't worry Mrs. M. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll not hurt you." Saying this he took the hand of the sexy housewife and made her lie down flat on the sofa. Sam kissed her face all over lovingly and even lapped her sweat beads in a tender show of affection. He kept kissing her for a full five minutes all over her face and lips, holding her full shoulders and then gradually moved his head to bury it in the full mounds on her chest. He bit the nipples though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this time making Manya clutch his head. He spent another five minutes on her breasts, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her full and huge midriff. Manya gasped as his lips found her navel and let out a fully aroused moan, long enough to let him understand that he had her almost at his mercy. After his nibbling covered the entire territory of her belly and exposed hips, she was a heaving mass of flesh before him. The sexy mother heaved her hips and jerked them towards his face. The very understanding, sensitive painter then raised the horny mother's saree upto her waist and dipped his head right into the mature woman's twat. His tongue probed like a paintbrush into her dripping pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her hands gripped his hair and she pushed his head into her steaming cunt, so that his tongue could go deeper and deeper. Sam obliged the lust aroused older woman, inhaling her musky aroma with a loud sniff, which made her pussy lips dance with delight and passion. Sam led the sore woman out of her soreness with his finesse and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, legs splayed apart invitingly, with 'Fuck Me' written in bold letters all over her voluptuous, well used body. She looked pleadingly towards her young lover, her eyes doing the asking.
Sam felt her pussy and it was so soaked and dripping that he felt she could take three dicks. He thrust his hand first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his hand and brought out his hard and eager dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the married woman's horny cunt, feeling her cunt muscles spring up from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her senses leave her as Sam began a slow and steady fucking motion. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking.His dick had also got itself out of the first fuck hastiness with Sana earlier and right now he was well poised to give this horny mother a deliciously long fucking. He knew she would love it.
Long, deep and steady came the strokes of his cock in and out of Manya's pussy. She raised her hips to provide the counter thrusts and he held her hips to support the thrusts. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor. The sedate start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five minutes. Incredibly their fucking continued unabated for another five minutes till Sam felt Manya's cunt muscles gripping his dick harder and harder until they sudenly released their hold. He gave one final violent thrust into her boiling pussy just then to time his release with hers. Both their releases were noiseless, filled with mutual comfort and understanding. It was the mating of souls.
Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam hard to herself and lavished his face with hot and sweaty kisses for long moments. She lay in his arms for a long time, feeling the passion drain out of her well fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like a true woman. Sam on his part, looked smug and content, watching the half naked mother's beautiful features which looked better each time they made love. If only she'd agree, she'd make a great and natural model for his brush or camera.
Manya, not realising her lover's intention, rose as she heard the clock strike three pm. It was getting time for her men to start arriving one by one. She whispered the same to Sam, who also rose, holding her by her naked waist, stroking her lush ass as they gathered themselves together.
It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya's ripe body was already pleasured by four young studs, the newspaperboy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive lover. Each was a different experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, relaxed sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her sounds but raised her release levels to untouched peaks. The relaxed fucking spread the impulses to all parts of her sexy body making every pore of her skin glow in response. Here, lying bare ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glow, making Sam gaze in continued amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring eyes. Then her eyes turned soft and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his hands cupping her radiant face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lust temporaily out of her system was a bit concerned about the time. In about half an hour, her sons would arrive. Her husband would come to collect his bags before leaving for his flight but she could never predict the time of his arrival. But she was sure he would leave soon after his arrival in a tearing hurry. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more time they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big breasts softly. His after sex play was very tender and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet lips from his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say.
"Your lips taste like honey, Aunt Manya. Haven't tasted anything sweeter than them. And I mean both your lips", he smiled suggestively, with a glint in his eyes.
Manya blushed beautifully at his wicked line, her hand involuntarily moving to her pussy mound, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must have secreted a bottle full of juices, or honey if she were to believe his flattery. She kept cupping her pussy while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his part let his hands roam freely on her full breasts. Their bodies once again exchanged the warmth of perfect physical understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested, "Why don't we do the honey test"?
Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned redder than ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew they had very little or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that extra special manner. But she was confused and lost for time. Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of honey. Before the sexy wife could talk, he opened it and poured a few drops right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussy. That made the beautiful woman gasp in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread the honey all over her pussy lips, dragging the sweet liquid deeper to encircle her love bud. The horny housewife's legs were wrapped around her young lover's head on the sofa, her hands on his head, with his head buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and naked and his delicious act generated further heat in her body, causing her luscious hips to start a slow grind against his lapping face. Her cunt was a mess with her own juices, his cum and the honey. The resultant taste and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realised that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved woman's body for days together. Her secretion levels were overwhelming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, voluptuous body at his disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the aroused housewife's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Manya's first reaction was panic but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pick up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She donned her petticoat with the honey treated juices dripping from her heated pussy. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly fucked housewife, opened the door to let in her children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their dishevelled mother. Her body was sweaty, hair uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with perspiration. Sweat had dampened her full cleavage too and Binu found his mother's breasts to be fascinating mounds by themselves. Instead of his usual movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his face into her large cleavage, his hands rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every pore of his full bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the rich spread from the restaurant.
In the course of feeding her kids, Manya got back to sanity until Binu suddenly noticed the bottle of honey lying on the living room table and said "Mom do we use honey for any of these things ?"
Embarassed, Manya found a way out by stating that she had mixed honey with tea in the morning as a health prescription. "No wonder you look so nice and healthy Mom", chipped in Binu in unabashed appreciation. Deen looked up at his Mom and saw her looking at him too. They all smiled together at Binu's compliment.Manya however, blushed in aroused embarassment and smiled in that soft, smug manner, which gave her elder son uncomfortable erections.
It was just before her sons finished their food that the adulterous mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen door. He did so but not before grabbing the lusty housewife by her waist and giving a long and wet kiss on her full lips. Manya gasped noiselessly and tried to remain away from the line of vision of the door. On sensing the sexy mother's yielding, Sam intensified his kiss and helped himself to a generous half a minute pawing of her half exposed tits. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen door. Hoping that her sons had not heard the kiss, the lusty mother examined her clothing and returned to clear the table, while her sons went to change their clothes. She felt sticky all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had slurped away most of the honey from her still itchy cunt and deep within she could still feel the light dabs of his tongue all over her insides. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bathe before her bodily mess was too obvious to her kids.
The bath was more cleansing than refreshing for the straying wife and mother. In the course of ten minutes she wiped out every trace of her hot sex sessions that her body could carry. What she could not wipe out was the extra fresh glow on her face which came only from good, fulfilling fucking.
Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi transparent saree and wore it without a petticoat. She also matched it with a white blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her hips and settled at the lowest possible level. It did look like it would fall right off her juicy body any moment. The transparent texture gave ample hints of her trimmed bush and full thighs from the front and her well rounded but firm asscheeks from the rear. With her full bodied charms being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a lust angel in white. Her beautiful face was relegated to the background by her opulent curves protruding fully out of her flimsy saree and tight blouse. Wanting to spend some time with her kids, she walked towards Deen's room. On the way she heard the bell. She opened the door to see the flower vendor. She gave him his most heavenly sight of the day, her full breasts showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff exposed all the way down to her thick black bush. She saw his eyes focused on the V region between her thighs and crossed them as if to draw his attention. His gaze right into her bush sent a mild pleasure impulse through her body. She allowed him to caress her hand while giving the flowers. Even as the door was open she lifted her hands above her head to secure the flowers in her hair. In doing so the housewife's entire midriff embedded with that deep and provocative navel was on display to the flower seller. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the lady as much as tripped, her whole saree would come untied, leaving her glorious, fleshy charms open to the world. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.
The sexy mother entered Deen's room to find Binu also there. Deen was at his table studying while Binu was on the bed trying to read something. Manya took a book and slipped next to Binu, lying on her stomach. She took one of her favourite romantic novels to read. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her well toned and fair calves. Deen looked at his sexy mother's form. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white saree and being on her stomach, her curvy waist and hips were totally exposed to their gaze. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about eighty percent of her back bare right upto her asscrack. With flowers in her hair she looked every inch a bride on her wedding night and in that minimal clothing she looked a bride who ached for a fucking. Manya turned around suddenly onto her back while reading. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally swept off her shoulders and the bottom of the saree was now almost midway up her thighs. Manya kept reading, seemingly unaware of the body display she was putting on. Her attire was nothing new before her kids and she kept reading, not realisng that her saree rode right upto her ample thighs. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath and her belly responded with smaller heaving motions of its own. She looked a delectable piece of beauty and Deen felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd body language. He saw Binu also notice their horny mother with rapidly rising interest. Binu swung into action very soon. He kept his book aside and placed his head on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not make any sudden move. Binu began his exploratory exercise of his mother's fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in slow and steady licks. He concentrated on the ticklish and sensitive zone around her deep navel and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her hand on her son's head lightly but did not look down. Binu carried his fascination for his mother's hot body to higher levels when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both mother and son again settled into their respective pursuits. Manya could feel the tide rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The juices gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was sure that Binu could sniff her arousal aroma. If Binu sniffed it he didn't show it but his hands now fully encircled his mother's big hips and drew her lush lower body further into his face. Manya's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by her younger son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and ready for fucking from the manner in which she was writhing her hips trying to appear normal. Her horniness carried across the room towards him and when he saw her face, the troubled features starkly reflected the burning lust within her.
Binu brought everyone out of their skins when he moved his head closer to Manya's bosom and said "Mom, when was the last time I had milk from your breasts"? A stunned Manya looked at her son's head which was just a few inches from her right breast. Deen felt his cock harden at the sight of his younger brother looking at his Mom's breast while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her saree top off.
"You were very young then Binu. You cannot drink any more now from them", she whispered in reply also feeling excited that her breasts were being discussed by her son.
"Why can't I drink from them now", queried Binu, taking both his mother and Deen aghast. His hands were still on her fleshy, almost fully exposed hips. Her saree had slipped even lower and Deen could see that the beginnings of his mother's lower hips.Binu's hand was resting on that ridiculously exposed part as he talked.
The sexually troubled mother managed to mutter, "No milk will come out now Binu". But Manya's younger son would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering her to allow him to taste her milk in a childish demonstration of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the situation. Suddenly to his utter amazement and wild arousal, he saw his well breasted mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one full boob and thrust it into Binu's accepting mouth. His cock ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just kept silent as Binu feasted on his mother's boob while his hands were still placed on her full, exposed hips. Deen adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn't take his eyes off that wild sight. Binu kept suckling for one full minute, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, chest out, wearing a smile that occasionally turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no move to remove her son's head from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snigger saying that there was no milk and the taste was not as good as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the moment even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the same exposed pose asked her elder son "Do you want to try too?"
A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was hard and his balls were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sense of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her hips upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of her thigh. In a minute she turned and in the same semi naked condition, slept with her back to her son Deen, showing him the full and high cheeked glory of her ass. Binu had left the room after his boob suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the well exposed body of his Mom, a few feet away, bursting all over with curves, the young son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking care not to make any sound. He kept looking at his mother's massive derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack throughout his frantic masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his eyes off his mother's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Manya did not realize what Deen was doing but was lost in her own world of lust after all the attention she got from her son. It did not bother her mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her juices started all over again. Her right hand rested again on her pussy through her transparent saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete strokes since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single movement of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be upto.
After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to take a walk to cool off. Binu had already gone off to his friend's place. He whispered into his mother's ear that he would be gone for an hour or so and Manya nodded in her partial slumber. Deen took one look at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and absolute beauty of her face. He also noted that her saree had now gone right past her thighs to just a few inches below her hot pussy. He left the house and locked the door behind him before he burst a blood vessel. Within minutes after Deen's leaving the house, Manya heard the front door ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to open it. Desh entered the house in a hurry but paused only for a while to take in his wife'attire and dreamy look. In that white saree she looked a dream. But the saree looked like it would slip right off her body. He caught her by the hips, surprising Manya. Instead of the fondling and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the folds of the saree and tried to tuck them higher around her waist. The saree refused to oblige and he let it fall again. Manya held her husband by the shoulder, hoping that his planned departure for a week would make him a bit more romantic. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedroom to pack his bags. He took a few minutes and came back again to the living room to give a brief kiss to his stunning wife. Manya limply accepted the kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his trip.Even those gallant attempts she had made to stroke his dick through his trousers did not jerk life into Desh. Life could not have got more frustrating for the lovely wife.
Not wanting to allow depression to sweep her, she readjusted her clothing around herself, slipped on a petticoat underneath her white saree and a black bra under her white blouse. She waited for Deen and Binu to return.
Her two sons were happy when their mother suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to take her mind off all things sexual. The three of them reached the cinema house got their tickets. With Manya in the middle, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom inside. A bunch of local youths gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's lush ass sway away from them in a mind blowing manner. Manya ignored them like she always did. Inside, while watching the film, both sons held their Mom's hands from either side possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his elbows frequently brushed against the sides of her breasts. Manya relaxed against his elbow after a while, engrossed in the film. Once in a while she felt Binu's hands on her thighs whenever a funny scene came on screen. He would just squeeze her thigh and remove his hand. Manya became more and more aware of Binu's hands after that. By the end of the film, Binu had elbowed her tits almost throughout the film and squeezed her inner thighs atleast seven to eight times. Deen observed most of this and only kept caressing his hard dick without his Mom's notice. Manya was confused from all the happenings, but also very wet between her thighs. Her body knew only one way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting copious love juices.
When the film ended they rose to leave. There was a long and winding staircase leading to the outside. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's hand and walked down the stairs alongwith the movie going crowd. There were plenty of guys who were eyeing the ample body of Manya and some of them came right behind her and rubbed their dicks hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt atleast five of them grind their dicks into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a couple of strong kneads. Manya didn't want to create a scene there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked body with her sons right there. Deen however was observing all the fondling and groping being received by his luscious mother. It drove his dick into overdrive and he stored some of the images for masturbatory reference later in the night. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to look naked, then it was his mother's.
As Manya stepped off the last stair, she also felt her rear getting its last anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the situation she put her arms around her two sons and the trio left for home. They had a light dinner on reaching home and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner, Deen could sense his brother's restlessness and eagerness to wind up his eating. He saw his Mom go to her bedroom for changing.
When Manya called out to Binu, the brothers could see that she had hardly changed. The sexy housewife had merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to the world. Binu cuddled up to his full bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the lights and crept up to the bedroom door which was unlocked. Through a small slit at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a nightlamp. He could make out their shifting and moving forms and heard his beautiful Mom murmur many a time. He didn't hear Binu's voice but only his mother's soft moans and murmurs. His brother had one leg thrown over his sexy Mom's hips. He was hugging into her from behind, his head on her beautiful neck, his dick pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single layer of flimsy garment. His hand which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all over her huge, naked midriff. His Mom did not say anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of the night, at that moment, the telephone rang next to Manya and her sleeping son. Deen continued watching and hearing.
Manya shifted herself onto her back and took the receiver to her ear. Binu's head now rested right in the center of her stomach, his lips just where he loved, on her navel. Her saree pallu was off and flung aside. It was Ram on the phone.
Manya felt the flow of blood quicken through her. Binu's ministrations had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not stop him. She also realized that she probably did not want to stop him. She was fully wet from feeling his young cock against her full ass and his eager stroking of her belly and hips added fuel to her raging fires. "Hi", she greeted in acknowledgement into the phone, her voice sounding quite sexy and husky. Binu was busy licking her navel and she had one hand lightly on his head.
"I'm back here and wanted to tell you that we can meet tomorrow", informed Ram in a gentle tone.
"Mmmmmm,", moaned Manya both as a reply and in response to the darting probe which Binu's tongue had just given to her belly button. Her juices were in full flow now.
"Desh will be busy for atleast a week. I missed you after that night", went on Ram, into Manya's ears.
"Same here. I miss you now," whispered Manya into the phone, pressing her left hand over her breasts after noticing that Binu's head was down on her belly, licking and gnawing her flesh. She gave a gasp when she felt her son's tongue rotate deeply in her navel.
"What happened, are you allright", enquired Ram on hearing her gasp.
"Yes, I'm OK, dear," mumbled Manya, now feeling her son's hands encircle her hips fully while he sucked into her stomach. Her saree had slipped well below her hips now from the top and she could feel Binu's hand encounter her upper butt and cup the flesh warmly. "Mmmmmm", she moaned, out of control again.
"Your voice is making me go wild. I am in orbit now and stroking myself", said Ram lustily.
"Same thing is happening to me here", whispered the horny housewife to her illicit lover while her son's tongue continued to ravage her lush belly. His chest was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered whether he could feel her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her left hand mashed her breasts over her thin blouse and she tweaked her nipples by herself and let out another long moan. Binu took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother. "Someday we must do it in office, on my desk", teased Ram. That made Manya's blood rush and she barely managed a reply trying to battle the impulses of her son's licking of her navel. His hands were actually now caressing the naked portion of her upper ass, the closest he got so far. From a distance it apeared to the watching Deen that his brother was actually squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her pussy. Her conversation awakened his curiousity and craned his ear to listen.
"We will, I'm waiting for it," whimpered the horny mother into the phone holding her son's head in total arousal.
"And I want you to come braless to my office," said Ram. "After fucking on my desk, I want you to slip under it topless and begin a long blowjob. I'll dictate a letter to my secretary as you blow me", went on Ram. "Where would you like me to cum? Face or mouth?"
"Mouth...", mumbled the overly aroused wife, her voice breaking away as a flood of juices washed over her insides. This last line did it to her.The searing lust caused by her lover's lewd talk and her son's continuous loving worship of her heated body carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's head hard as her juices oozed out of her pussy with a force that wet her saree around her crotch. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his head so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest which was pressed against his Mom's warm lap. The lap had been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her navel, past the huge belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glazed look. She had muttered a good night and tossed the phone away, her face and chest panting. Binu saw his mother's glorious boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her crotch and her saree was bunched up around her hips, leaving her thighs fully naked. His cock ached and throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had followed parts of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,
"Mom, was that Dad on the phone"?
Stunned to reality, the horny, adulterous mother looked down at her son in her almost naked lap and whispered softly, "Yes Binu, it was your father".
Her elder son, who was watching this explosive double sourced orgasm of his oversexed mother from not very far away and with a bursting dick, knew better than that.
I can understand gentlemen. This is what Manya did to men in real life. They couldn't wait to paw her and get theirs into her pussy. And once they did it, they could never get enough of her voluptuous, available body. carrying on...
The perversely thrilling sight of his sexy, half naked mother getting an orgasm talking to her husband's boss while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage dick into overdrive. He groaned inwardly and ran into his bedroom clutching his cock. He pulled out an old photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that night making sure that he came on his Mom's face in the picture. His mother's wantonness flashed vividly across, each time he masturbated. At the end of each ejaculation he couldn't help wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her adulterous escapades in future.
The oversexed mother, in the meanwhile felt herself sticky and wet both inside and outside. While her gushing juices washed her insides, her younger son's midriff and navel licking left her sticky all over the middle. She looked down after her release to his head which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer white saree, which was wet around the crotch. Both his hands were around her hips and his right hand was infact cupping her exposed upper butt. For a second she was ashamed of herself for orgasming right when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a wild pleasure. Binu's nibbling had turned her fires on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram's call came. His lewd talk was the trigger she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the impulses. Now, after her orgasm, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire thigh region exposed. She could feel her pussy spasm mildly against Binu's chest and wondered how it would have been in the course of her phone talk and orgasm. The thought made the straying wife shiver. And the shiver brought out some excess lust from her loins. She was still troubled despite her release because she hadn't been fucked. Her ripe body hadn't received its fuck sedation. If anything she felt hornier than before.
Manya had gone off to a difficult sleep in the same posture. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his position. His body had drifted away but his head was now right on her crotch. But he was fast asleep with a half smile on his lips. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's lips had been the previous night. They seemed to want to simply devour her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Binu realised the effect his squeezing and kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't take his acts to be outrightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her body, especially her navel and ass. Gently she lifted her son's head from her warm and damp pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree fall right off her juicy body onto the floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was half past five. The beautiful housewife went butt naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realised it would be atleast an hour before either of her sons woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the same half nude state. She put on a petticoat and a black bra. She wore the same white saree and blouse over the undergarments and decided to catch some fresh, early morning breeze.
Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into the freshness of the dawn, towards the joggers park situated about 100 yards from her house. Her white saree highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her squeezy waist flesh, while the black bra only served to draw sharp attention to her beautifully shaped breasts through the white blouse. Her navel was the instant draw from the front, peering out invitingly through the sheer white saree. Her rear view was irresistible with her heavy buttocks swaying provocatively with each step while her exposed upper hips and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet dream. To the secretly following Deen, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.
Manya felt more and more itchy between her thighs as she walked. The nip in the air played with her skin, making her nipples poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the night's arousal in her loins and her slow body sway suggested that she was indeed in sexual need. Her son followed her from a distance of about 50 metres, taking care not to be observed. Every passerby turned and ogled the sexy mother as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some exercise. On reaching the park after giving scores of hard ons on the way, the frustrated wife sought a slightly secluded spot and sat in meditation posture under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a "Hello Mrs. M, good morning".
Looking up with a start, she saw Salman's father in jogging attire. The stocky fifty year old man had been lusting after her voluptuous body for a while now. Manya also felt her flesh stiffen under his hot look. She was silent as he sat next to her under the tree, not more than a few inches from her.
"I see that your husband has left you alone to nature," he said suggestively, not bothering about niceties. Manya felt it may be due to the arrogance of having seen his son fuck her.
"Yes", she sighed, and felt his strong and rough hand on her shoulder. The warm touch made her loins wet and her already aroused body responded on its own.
"It's a pity so much of beauty is being wasted. Let me show you the new varieties of roses over there" he pointed towards an even more secluded spot, holding her waist in the same motion, as if to help her.
With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny housewife rose and allowed herself to be led towards the spot, his warm grip heating her body all over. She blamed it on the early morning horniness, but gave in to the older man's advances, recollecting his steely grip over her waist, hips and wet ass during the Holi dunking.
"It was you who set the ball rolling on Holi", she told him softly. "Others wouldn't have grabbed me otherwise".
"I'm sure you have no regrets Manya," said the older man. "You won yourself a big lot of admirers".
"You mean horny admirers", she smiled, looking at his bulging crotch. As was her habit, she didn't make any move but only waited for his initiative.
"This dick hasn't turned limp since then Manya", grunted the man as he fished out his cock and thrust it into her unsuspecting hands.
Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his action and the thickness of his dick. Her palm enclosed it well and fully and the steely meat jerked eagerly in her hands. A moan escaped her lips and she began a slow jerking motion. Her body was hot now and her juices began the outward journey down her lush thighs. Salman's father was a man of little talk and all action, which suited the straying wife well. He placed his voluptuous target on the grass under the tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, firm hand to handle her body. She lay flat on the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.
In one single motion, he lifted the white saree right over the needy housewife's fair and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for safety. Her wetness surprised the older man and the heat of her twat only made his lust peak. He bent and thrust his thick cock into her soaked pussy almost immediately. He began the hard pumping, first in quick thrusts, which tapered into gasping slower ones. His hands reached out and gripped her aching breasts, making the flesh quiver. The horny wife writhed under his onslaught and her passion rose, making her hips rise to meet every thrust of her older lover. The squishy sounds of his cock plundering her cunt filled the silent air and even in that state, the horny, adulterous woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not know however that her own son was peeping and hearing, unseen from a distance, in a state of extreme arousal and excitement.
The older man's thick cock pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive pussy. The early morning dew soaked the exposed part of the horny housewife's waist, back and legs, which was a lot of her wholesome body at that moment. She lay sprawled on the wet grass, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the older man whose son had fucked the daylights out of her ravishing body just the previous day. The open air fucking charged her lusty body into renewed vigour. Manya raised her hips to meet every single thrust of his with a force that surprised the stocky man. The dick clasping power of the cheating wife below him took the morning vigour out of him and in less than five minutes, he was spurting out his semen, mashing her full breasts savagely. The spurt of his cum hit her deep inside and the beautiful woman got her day's first seed blast in the early hours, when she was lying half naked in the park, obscenely surrendering her lush, horny body to Salman's father, while many other housewives were taking brisk walks less than twenty metres away.
As the older man rose from the sexy body he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any possible danger. Sensing none, he whispered to the woman he had just fucked that he would leave first and she could give a five minute lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to gather her clothes over her wet thighs. The saree was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The damp saree stuck to the curves of her ass, causing a very arousing crack. From a distance of twenty metres, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously sexy and positively vulgar at that time of the morning, with the birds chirping around her. Her body looked so used and incongruous with the fresh surroundings with all the damp dirt on her. He did not see her getting her day's first fucking, but he could hear it. He remained in his vantage position even after Salman's father had left. He saw his sexy mother adjust her saree and recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of the park and move towards the tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a brief discussion after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the adulterous woman with Salman. Deen could only view a part of the scene behind the tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and bend her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi upright pose. He was on his knees, making thrusting movements, prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous mother was on all fours, getting fucked doggie style by the young stud. This searing wantoness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen crazy and he began a long and hard jerking of his dick, watching the facial expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his mother. All he could see was the absolute ferocity writ large on Salman's face as he drove his cock deep into Manya and literally pummelled her body into submission.The passion was too high and he came much earlier than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into the bushes before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the park home, thinking that it woud be better to reach before his Mom returned from her early morning escapade. He could distinctly hear Salman call his mother a bitch as he rammed into her pussy from behind.The ranting of Salman as he royally balled Deen's mother like a cheap whore receded as Deen walked away. On his return journey he saw many middle aged women walking around, either with their husbands or their dogs, revelling in the morning freshness. He gave one last thought to his own lusty mother who at that time was on all fours, her luscious ass high up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a couple of years older than her son. Sensing another erection he went home, entered through the open kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched unseen, not very far from the kitchen door, waiting for Manya.
Manya's body was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the furious fucking given by Salman's young cock. Being a bunny for the second fuck, the son's cock came as a bonus to the sexy wife after the father had pumped and filled her well. Holding her ample hips and squeezing her swaying boobs occasionally the stud spewed his semen into the horny's wife's greedy cunt after ten minutes of furious fucking. Manya got her day's second seed blast from Salman and it was not even half past six in the morning.
Realising that the park would get more crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would leave first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the sexy woman he had just fucked rise and leave slowly. Her clothes were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to her lower body, making a very provocative outline of her well stacked body. Salman felt she looked erotic in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one full squeeze, making the well fucked wife squeal in half surprise and half joy. Manya walked right back to her house as steadily as she could, not bothering to look at any of the onlookers. It was a safe walk since daylight had begun to break out. In that dirty, damp attire, strutting her well exposed ravished body around could have led to gangrape if it were moonlight instead of morning light. Her walk carried a slow sway, imparting a sexy heave to her hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to greet Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual appearance. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife's hips with his nose. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a bitch between the well fucked mother's thighs. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in alarm. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said "Don't worry Aunt Manya. I'll hold him while you go".
A relieved Manya thanked him and started towards her house. She went around as intended to the kitchen door, only to be grabbed by a pair of strong hands. When she saw the milkman, the well used woman was in no situation to respond. Her sons would be up and about and she had to ready them for school.
"Not now. I've got to go", she pleaded and tried to break away from his strong grasp on her full and lush hips.
"When?", inquired the persistent stud, carrying on uninterruptedly with his pawing.One hand moved from her hips to her melon like tits which were already well mauled so early in the morning.
Manya was amazed at his cockiness. She realized that he felt she was an easy, willing lay. The thought didn't disturb her, though the expanding range of her admirers to cover milkmen made her a wee bit uneasy.But she didn't dislike the strong grip on her hips. Infact she felt a softening inside.
"Tomorrow", she said, weakly trying to free herself from him.He really knew how and where to hold her.
Manya could not however prevent him from feeling her up all over her stacked chest and hips for one full minute before release. Red in face again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.
Taking one look at her damp form, she realized that she needed to change before attending to her motherly duties of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her bedroom, she began stripping off her white saree and entered her bedroom to find Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a light kiss on his ear and whispered that it was time to wake up.
Binu slowly opened his eyes and saw a well rounded cleavage staring into his face from a black bra and white blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit of his obsession, his mother's deep and juicy navel. As he rose, it was right in front of his face. He began with a deep, early morning navel kiss, making his sexy mother squirm once again. When onto his feet, he kissed her face and suddenly both mother and son exchanged a quick lip to lip kiss. A pattern had been set.
Giving him fifteen minutes to be ready for his bath, Manya walked out towards Deen's room to check on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to gret her. He was fresh except for his bath. Deen had to control another rush of blood into his dick on seeing his mother in a petticoat and blouse again. Her expansive belly bore some scratch marks where the ground had grazed her during those rousing sex sessions. Instinctively he reached out to feel her waist around those marks. Startled, Manya said, "I had slipped in the park during my morning walk Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow." Deen was happy that she had not lied atleast about going to the park.
Like a dutiful mother, Manya prepared breakfast for her two sons over the next half an hour and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu call out for a bath. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and Deen ready to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed mother got down to bathing her sons, taking only a quick look at Deen's crotch. He was half erect. And Binu was limp. In the course of the bath she got around to soap Binu's crotch. The moment her hand encircled his balls, Binu's dick shot up in two seconds like a serpent raising its hood. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her sons. Binu's dick remained at full length during the entire course of the bath. Manya forced her eyes off it, only to encounter Deen's hard on jutting out through his briefs. Both brothers were trying to maintain normalcy, though Deen's task was tougher.He watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his brother's cock, in the act of trying to rinse the soap away. He did not wonder too hard why it took one full minute to rinse it away. And now he also found it normal to see his naked brother fiddling with his mother's exposed navel very often during the session. The sexy mother ended the bath and put the shower off. Deen felt his mother's fingers graze against his cock in a very light squeeze, but decided that it was by accident. Ushering them out of the bath, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the morning's adulterous traces. She felt her pussy lips puffed up while soaping and a small tingle ran up her spine as she soaped her erect nipples. The pressure of the mauling given by the horny father and son still lingered on her breasts and the hot feel of her son's erect cock lingered on her dainty fingers. Her pussy felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to happen after the hardest of fucks to stoke her fires all over again. Even Deen, as he left the bath knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.
Feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedroom, wiping her armpits and abdomen along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between her thighs and was beginning to enjoy the warmth, when her son's shout for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without doubt.No having the time to decide on clothes, she slipped on a white petticoat and a black blouse. As usual, she tied the petticoat five inches below her belly button and kept the top two buttons of her low cut blouse undone. This was as good as her standard attire whenever hubby was away. She felt free and comfortable and didn't have to change unless she had to go out. She went to the dining area towards two hard dicks, one of which went with a pair of eager hands. As she served Binu, he kept playng with her waist, squeezing the sides and poking her navel atleast five times during the meal. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her younger son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his hair. But it was not fun and games for her pussy. A slow fire had started.
Once her children had left, the amorous wife flopped on the couch and slipped into a short siesta. She stirred when she heard the doorbell ring. Her hand automatically went to her pussy. Every sound of any bell was something of a wake up call for her pussy. And the short nap had introduced a gentle tingle in her loins. Caressing herself between her thighs, she went towards the door ans paused for a while, as if unwilling to leave her pussy.
"Who's it?' called out the horny wife, softly.
"It's me Sam," came the reply, much to the sexy mother's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the door, only to withdraw her hand from her mound with a start. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for her appearance Manya ran into the bedroom. Sana watched Sam ogling her her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a dark blue saree over her petticoat. She was still braless and Sana could clearly make out her pert nipples poking right out of the blouse and through the saree. Sana felt outrightly jealous of the voluptuous older woman. She looked a bundle of sexual energy and radiated 'fuckability', unlike herself. With such thoughts in her mind, she opened a small envelope and showed it to Manya saying,
"Aunt Manya, I want you to see and comment on these pictures which Sam took of me", she said. "These are for my college audition. I want your suggestions so that Sam can reshoot them if necessary."
Manya took one look at the slender form of the girl in the pictures and decided that her body was not captured at the right angles. She suggested that a long side profile would make her look taller and highlight her butt better. After a few such suggestions, Sam suddenly said "Aunt Manya, maybe you should model and show the pose which would suit Sana better".
After a moment's hesitation, Manya agreed, with the comfort that she was fully dressed. Sam had the sexy wife stretch and lift both her hands while he shot her sideways from a distance of ten feet, kneeling as he did so. He showed her the polaroid pic moments later. Both Sana and Manya marvelled at the pic. While Manya appreciated the picture quality, Sana gaped in awe at the sheer majesty and sensuality of Manya's body in the snap. The flesh of her full midriff was exposed sideways and her navel appeared sexily stretched with Manya's hands up in the air. Manya's ass curvature was roundly highlighted, making her look delectably erotic. She was well exposed despite being dressed and Manya blushed as she saw her snap as also Sana's adoring look. Sam took the next picture from the other side and this time he focussed on the beautiful mother's half exposed bosom. Her saree top had slipped slightly aside and this enabled him to capture the nipple poking out through the thin, braless blouse. Manya did not notice her exposed side until she saw the snap. She looked awesomely erotic. Her face looked radiant and bore the well fucked glow from the morning. Her lips looked full and inviting. Both the pictures put together, she looked hot and in heat. Sana realised the impact the sexy Manya was having on her boyfriend. She told him that they had to go shopping and tried to drag him out of the house.sam left the two pics with Manya saying, "Mrs. M, your pictures exude beauty. You'll be a natural hit for certain kinds of modelling." Sana went ahead faster and when Sam was leaving the door, Manya whispered to him,
"What kinds of modelling Sam" The posing had got her all hot and bothered and being something of an exhibitionist, she wondered if she would have allowed Sam to go on with his shoot if Sana wasn't around.
"Different kinds. I'll show you after an hour" he whispered, giving the sexy, horny mother a quick kiss on her lips as he rushed out towards his waiting girlfriend.
The beautiful woman at the door was all charged up as she saw the couple leave. Hands cupping her moist pussy, she kept looking until they disappeared from sight. She was restless for the next hour. She could feel the heat within herself rising to form a furnace in her cunt. Looking at her own pictures, she realised what the men lusted after. She couldn't help admiring her own ample ass and superbly curved waist which retained its curvature despite its size. She realised what Binu liked too as she stared at her own midriff and navel.
"Goodness Manya, you horny woman, you are turning your sons crazy", she thought. "You are bound to get fucked soon at this rate", she thought to herself. Her pussy caressing soon shifted gears to masturbatory mode and soon she was sprawled on the couch, petticoat off, her right hand digging furiously into her pussy. She writhed and moaned about as her fingers toyed with her clit and soaked cuntlips. The air around her felt too hot and her body ached for a hard dick to silence her throbbing vagina. As if in answer the doorbell rang and was accompanied by Sam's voice even before she could call out. With a sense of joy and bursting passion, she ran towards the door with only her blouse on, hands thrusting into her pussy and opened the door. Sam stared at the heaving, horny wife before him. His young eyes and cock took in the vulgar, sexy sight of the near nude, shameless mother whose face seemed to beg for his dick. He moved in and closed the door behind him, dropping his bag on the floor. The passionate duo slumped to the ground barely two feet from the door. Manya could not wait longer. She fell backwards on the floor and spread her thighs apart lewdly, spreading her cuntlips open. Bending his head, Sam stared at the openly spread pussy before him. They were pink, wet and swollen. He could sense their throbbing even without touching them. The black pubic hair glistened from the wetness spread by the over aroused wife. Manya's hands were continuously stroking the lips even as she held them open for Sam to lick, fuck, do anything. Somewhere in his mind came the thought that this lusty woman's pussy would make a great close up shot. Shutting it out of his mind, he positioned himself before the widespread housewife and thrust his bursting cock in one single go into that adulterous, soaked cunt. The motions that followed were hard, quick and continuous. The sounds that followed were passionate, loud and guttural. The orgasm that came was huge, convulsive and drenching.
The lusty, partly satisfied housewife lay naked next to her door, having been majestically fucked by her young neighbour. Sam had ripped off her blouse in the course of their hot and fast fucking and she was now lewd and nude, sprawled on the floor with Sam still holding her ass, stroking the cheeks gently. They all loved Manya's ass, both before and after fucking it off her.
Sam, the artistic lover, slowly moved his face between the luscious mother's wet thighs. They were still quivering mildly as his lips traced their way along their inner fleshiness. She smelled beautiful despite the fucking. His lip movements stirred the well fucked woman. Her hips began to heave slightly. Sam inhaled the aroma of her violently fucked pussy, making the sexy wife writhe again. He placed his face at the entrance of her cunt and lightly lapped at her lips, cleaning all the fluids that decorated them. Manya was moaning now all over again as her young lover licked her ravaged pussy clean. She held his head lightly as his face gradually buried itself between her thighs. The horny, beautiful wife felt very well loved and cared for. Sam was so unlike the others she thought. He loved her body and continued to worship it even after fucking it thoroughly. Her heart began to melt while her pussy began to boil once again. Then she heard Sam mutter from her bush,
"Aunt Manya, you have a lovely, full pussy. It's so pink, ripe and dripping. Like Mother' Nature's treasures".
"Uhmmmmm," Manya gushed at the praise being showered by the sensitive boy. Her heart leapt with joy and her eyes glowed warmly. She went soft as his lips once again delved into her cunt. She spread her legs apart fully in complete, willing surrender to his licking and nibbling when he said,
"It will make the world's best and erotic picture Aunt Manya," he whispered into her cuntlips.
"What Sam," gasped the hot housewife as her blood raced though her lush body.
"Your pussy, Aunt Manya," whispered the artistic teenager raising his head from the sexy wife's bush. "Can I photograph it?"
"Maybe laaaater Sam," whimpered the fully aroused woman. "First lick me till I cum", she sobbed and begged.
"Sure Aunt Manya", said the victorious teenager. He had got the beautiful mother to agree for a pussy shot by zeroing in during her weakest moment. Without a moment's delay he dipped his head right into her dripping twat and licked and nibbled away into the horizon as the lusty mother quivered, moaned and writhed , grasping his head hard all the while.
The young photographer licked and sucked the housewife's pussy keeping his hands around the ripe swell of her hips. He kept kneading her naked hips during his entire tongue act. The naked wife and mother twisted and turned on the bare floor right next to her main door in maddened lust. Her body tuned deliciously wild and Sam's slow licking only manipulated her desire to hitherto untouched levels. For fifteen full minutes Sam didn't lift his head from the beautiful woman's juicy snatch. For those full fifteen minutes Manya squirmed and squirmed in mounting ecstasy, unable to believe these new peaks of pleasure. It was the first genuine attempt made by any male to give her hot pussy this kind of a loving tongue treatment. Sam seemed to be in love with her pussy. Her cuntlips were being kissed with greater passion and care than any woman's facial lips. In between she felt Sam raising his head from her snatch to look at her beautiful face. She saw that his face was covered with her oozing sexual juices and he wore a look of awe. Manya's heart gushed out with a fondness that she never felt throughout her frustrated life. She kept rubbing his head softly, moaning to indicate her appreciation as the young artist carried her rhythmically towards a searing orgasm. When Manya climaxed, she wrapped her thighs tightly around Sam's face in a possessive grip and wailed out her release, sobbing when the last few spasms left her sweaty body. The mischievous teenager and the horny mother remained in that posture for a full ten minutes. Manya didn't want to release his head until Sam rose by himself. Sam just didn't feel like leaving that pink, aromatic, sloppy zone which he had reduced to a throbbing, puffed up mess. Then the clock struck to announce it was eleven am. The licentious couple stirred and rose, exchanging a mild burst of laughter. The sticky and nude mother looked absolutely ravishing as Sam continued to survey her wholesome body. Manya rose and suddenly sat back again, reclining against the wall next to the main door. She felt a bit weak in the legs. Sam stared at the well fucked form of the beautiful woman more out of astonishment than any other feeling. The more her body was pleasured, the more she glowed. He felt that she was created for sex. His eyes fell onto the horny woman's inner thighs and the junction. The area was sticky and wet. Manya was feeling her cuntlips with a smile on her face, keeping her eyes closed. She looked like she was reliving the last one hour in her mind. Sam felt that her body and face could be the best specimen for any class on erotica. He shifted closer to the sexy wife and kissed her lips softly. That made Manya open her eyes and look lovingly into his eyes. She had a look of deep gratitude on her face as she kept kissing him. Sam hugged her naked body closer to his and licked her face all over, taking away the sweat beads. Manya hugged him even closer, loving his attention. Her face looked very angelic and lovable with the contented glow. Very slowly Sam reached into his bag and fished out his polaroid camera. In one smooth motion he clicked her beautiful face in a frontal view. Manya smiled indulgently while he clicked and this made her face even more desirable. She saw the picture when he handed it to her. She looked absolutely angelic in her contentment. Her eyes glowed warmly and her cheeks had the cream of satisfaction. There was a certain quality of moistness in her lips and at the time of clicking Manya may have been biting her lower lip. The effect was astounding. Sam felt that if any face could represent the freshly fucked glow, then it was the face in this picture. He asked Manya whether he could keep this picture since it was only her face. The naked housewife smiled and nodded.
Sam sensed that Manya was now in the right mood to fulfill her promise. Working on the sexy woman's pussy had gradually generated a loving fondness for her in him and he decided that there was no spot on earth more heavenly and intoxicating than the V between the voluptuous mother's thighs. His passion for her pussy grew stronger and stronger and now he placed his fingers again on her fully drenched mound and said, "Aunt Manya, I'll take one snap of your lovely pink pussy". He was playing with the outer lips as he asked.
In the last hour, Manya developed so much love for Sam that he could have asked for anything and got it. She moaned out a loving, "Yes Sam. But I hope my face won't show".
"Not at all Aunt Manya. I'll only take close ups", replied Sam, increasing the pressure of his fingers and subtly indicating to the wildly aroused woman that he would be taking more than one picture.
"OK Sam. But go and keep the kitchen door open just in case the doorbell rings and you have to make a quick exit", she whispered. Sam nodded and left for the kitchen stark naked. Manya let out a regretful sigh as the teenager's hand left her sloppy pussy. She replaced the gap with her own fingers and caressing herself till Sam returned. Sam found that the kitchen door was already open. "Manya may not have realised that she'd kept it open", he reasoned and went back to the nude housewife by the main door. He didn't mention to her, as an unnecessary detail, about the kitchen door being open and proceeded to resume his warm up act on the horny woman's cunt.
Both the cheating wife and the opportunist teenager didn't know that the kitchen door was open because Manya's voyeur son Deen had sneakily opened it before leaving for school that morning. He understood that his horny mother had a sexually active day ahead and he wasn't going to miss it even if he had to miss classes. He ran back as soon as he could and crept into the house silently to spy on his mother's adultery. By the time he came and sneaked into his room without being heard, Sam was pumping into his lusty Mom and they appeared close to orgasm. He saw his Mom through her third seed blast of the day and stared on in fascination at the sublime cunnilingus that followed. Sam was at work like a master lover reducing his mother to a quivering throbbing mess in his hands. Deen jerked off twice throughout Sam's tongue ravishing of his Mom's beautiful pussy. Though from a distance, it was the first time he had such a clear, prolonged view of his mother's hungry, pink and beautiful cunt. And she had simply spread it open for Sam to do anything he pleased. Deen was seeing new peaks in his mother's nymphomania. Looking at Sam lapping and fingering her, he thought that Sam was doing what he himself would have loved to do. He loved his mother and loved his mother's pussy too. But he could never think of fucking her. Licking her pussy was not only well within his domain but the teenage son thought that he could actually express his love this way. He imagined himself in Sam's place, manipulating his mother's cunt to higher and higher levels of debauched submission. His eyes were glued to the nakedly licentious duo next to the main door.
Sam knelt on his belly, flat on the ground and brought his camera close to the housewife's pussy. Placing it at an angle that would focus right onto her pink opening, he rose on his knees and whispered into the horny woman's ear after a minute's pussy fondling, "Aunt Manya, use your fingers to spread those lovely lips open". Manya responded immediately to spread her lips as if in a trance. Sam clicked the first picture and left the camera where it lay. He rose towards Manya's face and this time kissed her earlobe and cheeks. His hand first caressed her cuntlips again and suddenly moved up to her trembling breasts. Tweaking one nipple Sam said slowly "Now Manya, spread them once more". The horny housewife complied again. Sam took the second picture. Immediately Sam began kissing the sexy mother all over her face, wetting her eyes, lips and cheeks. Manya simply closed her eyes and allowed Sam a free hand on her body. Her watching son observed that his mother's hand never left her soaked pussy after each snap. Deen was amazed at Sam's mastery over his nude mother's mind. Sam had understood that the way to Manya's heart was through her pussy. In half jealousy and full arousal, Deen witnessed his neighbour friend photgraph his naked mother's pussy, feeeling her up between shots to maintain her arousal and state of mind. Towards the end of the session Sam would actually lap at her widespread pussy between shots, squeezing her breasts with his hands, mumbling his appreciation and praise on the horny woman. His beautiful mother however, simply moaned and writhed though the session. She was never allowed to think. Deen saw that for the last few shots, she was actually flat naked on the floor, her knees bent, with her hands spreading her pussy lips for Sam. She looked every inch a cheap pornstar to her son. And her son was readying himself for one last jerk off when Sam suddenly asked, "Aunt Manya, can I take the last shot with my usual camera and not the polaroid?"
Manya looked down at Sam's face burid between her crotch. After he spoke, he had resumed his tongue lashing of her ravaged cunt. The strokes were making her swollen lips ooze and tingle. She found all her defences broken down by his expert licking. "Yes", she gasped aloud. But only my...", her voice trailed off.
"Only your pussy Aunt Manya. Only your beautiful pussy," mumbled Sam in assurance. Deen saw Sam take the last few licks of his juicy cunted mother before bringing out his regular camera for a well zoomed close up. He clicked and bent to kiss the widespread, obliging housewife, his hands once again resuming a cunt caress. The submissive housewife yielded gratefully to his touch after being at the receiving end of his pussy worship. Sam's heart gushed with fondness and love too for this lovely mature woman. She had indulged his every fancy in the course of their adulterous mating. He realised that he was indeed obsessed with her wet and lusty cunt with its intoxicatingly musky aroma.
Manya however was writhing a lot. All the attention on her pussy with the kisses, licks and caresses had stoked her fires to burning levels. The photo session brought a rousing thrill to the whole morning's lust, making Manya's ripe body swell in the glow of appreciation. Her desire to be craved for had been fulfilled. But her desire to have the newly stoked fires extinguished rose. It rose and rose, making her writhe before Sam on the floor, with a pleading look in her eyes. With a full hard on, Sam stared at the beautiful, naked woman rolling on the floor before him. Her position was lewd but she looked beautiful and divine in hernude, outstretched state. Her body throbbed with need and on that voluptuous body, quenching that need was also a divine duty. As Deen watched, Sam got behind his mother's upturned ass and helped her into a doggie posture. Manya whimpered and moaned into position, even wiggling her ass in urgency. She was on fire and her anatomy ached for plunder. And Sam began the plunder.
As her young son stroked his dick, the sexy mother got balled by his friend right on the floor, perilously close to the main door. To her son's absolute delight, Sam was fucking her doggie style. Like a true bitch, Manya wailed and screamed through a rather noisy fuck. Sam was simply ramming it in with his hands mauling her heaving breasts. Her hot body was getting the treatment it craved for. The sensitive lover turned animalistic and the demure housewife turned whorish. Deen's masturbatory strokes matched the intensity of Sam's fucking of his lusty Mom. He had come to fathom her fuck momentum with every lover. He knew her peaks, he knew the crescendo and he knew when the climax would come. All three climaxed together. The artist photographer gave the hot mother her fourth seed blast of the day and his second. His spurt hit Manya's greedy pussy deep and hard. It mingled with her own hot secretions and oozed out copiously from her gash.
The mating couple lay exhausted but satiated on the living room floor, while the voyeur son shot off into thin air, feeling as contented for his own sex starved mother as for himself. He looked at his mother. His eyes went first to her thighs. His loving mother never looked more dirty and vulgar. Her entire body was naked and moist as she lay on her back next to the main door. The area around her well fucked pussy was covered by a mixture of juices. Her head was half turned towards an equally naked Sam, smiling softly. Her face resembled a well fucked angel's face. Sam thought so too because Deen saw him lean across and kiss his mother on her lips and eyes, in a slow and lingering manner. One hand of his rested on her pussy lips while Manya's hand caressed it lovingly. They had bonded beautifully and for the first time Deen felt fully jealous. And hard.
The clock struck to show that it was 1 pm. Manya realised she had done nothing since dawn other than getting fucked. She felt she was luckier than most women. So did Deen. Sam gave a small squeeze to Manya's mound as if to announce his departure, making the horny wife squeal softly and huskily. Sam knew she still had it in her. Manya felt the same too but was reminded that she had to prepare lunch and wait for her hungry kids to arrive. Since the doorbell didn't ring till then, Manya decided to see off Sam through the main door. Sam rose and dressed at quick speed, gathering his stuff. Manya waited, naked on the floor, her head resting against one bent elbow. Deen stared again at his erotic mother's superb curvature. Her glorious ass was towards him. No wonder Sam and the others couldn't get enough of her, he thought to himself, fondling his dick as he gazed at her nudely laid out body. Manya rose as Sam reached the door. They kissed long and hard at the door and Deen once again started growing hard as his nude mother was again fondled while being kissed. Sam reched below to her bush and gave a sharp squeeze saying, "Aunt Manya, your pussy close up will be awesome without this bush."
A gasping Manya held his hand right on her pussy and whispered, "It's your pussy. You do the shaving and clicking". This made Sam kiss her passionately again, squeezing her juicy ass at the door. They were kissing noisily as Manya opened the door and even as he was half outside it. For a fleeting second Deen saw that his Mom stood naked right on the threshold of the main door getting her last kiss and pussy caress of the morning from Sam.
"Phew, what a horny woman", thought Deen, feeling harder than ever. The adulterous woman slowly rolled her nude body across the room and sat on the couch for a while. She decided not to bathe because she loved the linger of Sam's lips and tongue in her pussy. She could still feel his tongue despite the hammering taken by her steamy cunt in full blown bitch style. She needed just a few minutes of rest before launching onto her motherly duties. Deen was waiting for her to go to any other room before he could leave through the kitchen door. Suddenly the phone rang. Deen saw his Mom reach nakedly for the phone, hand in pussy.
"Good afternoon Ram", called out Manya cheerfully. "I knew you'd call sometime today".
Deen suddenly felt a stab in his loins, remembering their conversation of the earlier night and its outcome on his horny mother. "Oh sure", he heard his Mom tell his father's boss. "See that I'm picked up", she said and wound up, her hand moving a bit more vigorously in her pussy. After a few hard digs, she forced herself out from her pussy centric behaviour and decided to bathe since Ram had wanted to see her that afternoon. Her pussy tingled at the thought that she and her husband's boss were taking full advantage of his absence. Deen saw his nude, well ravished mother walk slowly and sexily into her bedroom and waited until he heard the bathroom door close. Quickly he ran out of his room and right out of the open kitchen door. He exited the main gate and walked slowly towards the marketplace wanting to give his tired Mom atleast half an hour. He ran into Salman, who was escorting his sister around the shops. Salman greeted him. Everyone liked the softspoken Deen. Deen felt that Salman was being extra nice to him and extra familiar out of the confidence of having fucked his mother. He wished him back, observed the slight sway of Sana's perky boobs and walked away smiling. None could match his mother's full , voluptuous and outrightly fuckable body.
The car took Manya not to her husband's office but to Ram's guest apartment situated about fifteen minutes away from her house. She was led by the driver Alex into Ram's fifth floor apartment. Alex closed the door after ushering the sexy wife in and left her alone with his waiting boss. Ram's smiling face welcomed the beautiful wife and she once again discovered how nice she felt with him. She was not given an opportunity to think further when she felt Ram's gentle but strong hands on her waist, drawing her close to him for a kiss. Their kiss was deep, wet and long. Slowly Ram withdrew his hands and moved them to her ass. He cupped and squeezed the juicy cheeks as he kissed his employee's adulterous wife. The willing wife opened her mouth and moaned out amorously, enjoying every bit of his ardour. After minutes of kissing, Ram tugged her saree of her lush body and felt her belly all over. He revelled in its creaminess and exposed sensuality. The horny woman moaned further and reached out for Ram's fly and unzipping him, took out his erect organ. The mutual heat was on as she stroked its length and breadth with her soft fingers. She heard him let out a mild roar as he placed her on the bed in his bedroom. His hands stripped the housewife of her blouse and bra and once again Manya was bare ass naked, as she loved to be and preparing for another fucking, which was what she loved again. Ram's love making this afternoon was gentler and more romantic. He pumped at a stedy pace and adjusted his pumping to her body language. When he felt her quicken, he raised his own tempo and when he felt she was trying to delay the orgasm, he slowed down in understanding. Manya squirmed in surprise at his finesse, the extra flow of juices making his cock movement sloppier. With squishy sounds the well matched, beautiful but cheating couple reched a thundering climax. The thunder came at the very end while the process was gradual and mindblowing. Manya received her fifth seed blast of the day.
Lying naked again in a strange bedroom, the well ravished woman stirred when she heard Ram talking over the phone. He seemed a bit agitated. She tried to cover herself when he came back to her but Ram reached down, gave her a quick kiss and squeeze of her heaving boobs saying, "Manya my love. I'll have to leave right now for an emergency meeting. Alex will leave me at the office and come back to drop you home. Please understand." The naked wife could only nod as she had no other option. She remained in the bedroom and watched Ram dress hurriedly and leave. "Alex will be here in half an hour," were Ram's parting words.
Dressing up, Manya spent the next half an hour watching television. Her body was fine except for a bit of fatigue. She was only feeling dejected at the manner in which she was dumped by her husband's boss. She loved being fucked but for the first time she felt that she was used. The hurt was not deep because she knew Ram's nature. But at that moment she fought off those impulses to feel normal in that new surrounding. There was a knock on the door and Alex entered with his key.
"Shall we leave Maam'" he asked, remaining at the door. Manya nodded and rose to leave. But either due to her fatigue or due to her momentary feeling of dejection, she felt a light dizziness in her head and staggered in her step, falling right back in the process. Alex rushed to her side and held her firmly by her waist and back to steady her. His steely grip brought strength to the beautiful wife and she allowed herself to be held by this dark and exciting driver. Alex made her sit on the sofa but still kept his hand on her exposed, curvy waist. His eyes were looking straight into her cleavage since the saree top had fallen off during her fall. Manya shivered again. Alex felt the change in the lady's body. He had been through innumerable experiences with his playboy boss' women. But he had never run into anyone as hot and sex crazed as this woman before him. She radiated sexual energy like none he knew. He could understand why his employer lusted after her. His grip on her waist had been continued deliberately and he also managed to graze her thigh with his dick before making her sit. The feel of his hot dick was too much for the nymphomaniac wife and mother. It burned right through her saree and her upper body warmed up in a mild tremble. Alex got his signal and without a word, he removed his pants and fished out his cock. A watching Manya gasped at the sight. It had to be atleast 9 inches long and on his strong and rigid frame, it displayed a power that made her loins itch and pussy gush. The juice flow began on its own, wetting her cunt walls to serve notice. When his hand reached down to lift her saree over her thighs she didn't resist. When he turned her around on the sofa and smacked her rounded, full ass, she didn't resist. But when the hard bodied driver shoved his blood engorged cock into her pussy from behind, the nympho wife screamed. The size was new to her and it stretched her boiling cunt like never before. The scream turned to a cry and then to a grunt and finally to a moan in a matter of sixty seconds. In those sixty seconds the well endowed driver eased his cock gently and rotated it within the horny wife's twat, allowing the lubricaton of her soaked pussy to spread and take over. It did, and much to the aroused woman's frenzied delight, he began his pistoning in and out of her greedy cunt. His movements were strong and jolted Manya's body with each thrust. She was feeling the fuck pressure like never before. Her pussy was being ploughed andreamed mercilessly. Bolts of lust ran all over her lush body. She felt she could get electrocuted with lust. The impact of the dark driver's assault on her seething love tunnel sent her reeling on the sofa. He was slapping her buttcheeks, mashing her breasts over the blouse and gradually began to rant as he fucked her furiously. It was high voltage fucking which threatened to send the voluptuous, hot bodied housewife into a coma. Despite all the fucking she received in the course of her adulterous day, this fucking got the reserve juices flowing all down her thighs, drenching the furniture around. She mewled and gruntedwith each thrust, exhorting him to fuck her harder. That drove the dark man to pump his fair bitch even faster. He literally pounded and balled Manya's brains out during a fifteen minute explosive burst of fucking.
When he felt the horny wife's ct clasp his cock stronger, he sensed that the bitch benath him was close to coming. He ground his pelvis into her ass harder and harder. Manya's eyes looked like they would pop out of their sockets with the explosive action that her pussy was getting. Her blood vessels were almost about to burst when she felt her release escape her control. She came and came in a series of thrilling orgasms while Alex's long and thick cock spewed loads and loads of cum deep into her hungry pussy. The quantity was such that drops leaked in a strong flow right out of her hole to drip down her fully fleshed thighs and wet the sofa below. About five minutes later, the Manya felt his cock get uncunted with a pop sound. Her pussy felt a sudden gush of breeze hitting it. Such was the gap created by Alex's huge cock. Manya rached out behind her and softly felt the remnants of her day's sixth seed blast. Her whole pussy and outer ass was wet. The cuntlips were swollen and sore. But she smiled to herself and felt themlovongly. She brought her cum soaked fingers to her face and licked them lovingly. Turning around the horny mother gazed with fondness into her plunderer's eyes. her fingers still in her mouth, nibbling them. With one hand she reached out for his dick and gave it a small squeeze in appreciation. She received a shock to see it grow rapidly in her hand. The feeling both thrilled her and alarmed her.
"When do you have to go back to Ram, Alex", she asked in a hoarse whisper.
"Anytime after dropping you home Mrs. M," replied the faithful driver. "Mr. Ram asked me to take take care of you and see you home safe and sound". "Mmmmm, moaned the lusty wife, now feeling his cock at full length in her hands. "We'll leave after I take care of this", she husked, taking the hard, strong, cum coated cock of the chauffeur right into her mouth. The horny, shameless wife sucked, gobbled and treated his cock like royalty until he came. She made sure she swallowed half his spurts and took the rest of the spray all over her beautiful face, rubbing the cream in slow massaging motions. She gushed with gratitude and decided not to wash her face for the rest of the day and night.
Cocksucking was an act of thanksgiving and not foreplay for the well stacked Manya. She was luckier than the less sexy of her tribe. With her dripping sexiness and overt horniness, she could afford to address a dick only after getting fully pleasured by it.
There was no further event as Alex dropped Manya home. On reaching the house he gave a small pat on her full backside through the thoroughly dishevelled saree and felt her asscheeks quiver. Manya smiled at him in indulgence, feeling those minor kneads at the right places on her asscheeks and went quickly into the house without turning back. Like all others, Alex started his car only when he saw the last glimpse of the housewife's now famous rear and well stacked hips disappear into her house.
Little son begins piling onto ever horny mother
Deen was not surprised to see his mother's dishevelled look. His only doubt was whether the chauffeur had also fucked her in addition to Ram. From the glow on her face, he found it safer to assume that she had been fucked by the driver too. Further, her body language was also lethargically sexy, crying out to the world that she was freshly fucked. Manya didn't bathe after coming home but slipped her petticoat and bra off as she always did, retaining her transparent saree and sleeveless blouse on. She decided to spend some time with her kids and for the next few hours mother and sons spent the time watching television, laughing away and in general ribbing each other good naturedly. Dinner was ordered from a Chinese restaurant and the only moment of irritation came when the delivery boy kept staring at Manya's visible cleavage and nipples while also casting sly glances at her juicy crotch. He found it difficult to look her in the eye while collecting the money. If he did he would have seen her smug, indulgent smile.But he chose, like all others to ogle her ripe and well pleasured body instead. It was an uncomfortable two minutes , only for Deen, not for his mother or brother. And the discomfort to Deen came only from his throbbing dick with his head carrying lingering images of the delivery boy's face, his eyes popping at the sight of the lewdly revealed lady of the house. With his mother and Binu sleeping together as usual in his Dad's absence, Deen wondered whether it would be worthwhile peeping on them, in view of the hectic day undergone by his horny mother. With atleast six seed blasts as per his estimate she should be dead tired by now. But there was never knowing about Manya and Deen understood that. Well after bedtime, he gave them half an hour before silently making his way to their bedoom window which was very slightly open. That was enough to watch while being unobserved.
His mother was lying on her back in half slumber on the bed with Binu's leg encircling her thighs. Her saree top was fully off and the bottom of the saree was raised upto her thighs. Manya's eyes were closed as Binu was engrossed in his act of working on his mother's belly. This time Binu was fingering her navel with his right hand index finger, while his face rested on her bosom. It rose and fell with her heaving chest. Deen noticed his mother's breathing get heavier as his brother's fingering intensified. He could also see Binu kissing the top of his Mom's cleavage every now and then as her breathing got heavier. Deen suddenly heard Binu say softly,
"Mom I'm sorry about the other day".
A puzzled Manya opened her eyes and murmurred, "Sorry about what dear?"
"When I suckled your breast, I pulled away saying it didn't taste good. Actually it tasted great. I'm sorry for hurting your feelings".
Not knowing how to react, Manya simpy nuzzled his head onto her bosom and smiled at him reassuringly.
"Hmmmm," she could only murmur as she smiled. The watching Deen felt she looked beautiful in that particular smile.
In less than a minute, Deen heard Binu ask "Mom, can I suck it again please"? Manya looked down in surprise and confusion through her cleavage at her son's innocent looking face, feeling his navel fingering get more eager. Before she could answer, the telephone rang. She reached out to pick up the handset and placed it to her ear, Binu's head still on her chest, pressing against her mounds. It was her husband. "Hello Desh, how are you. This is a surpise", she called out to her hubby.
Both Deen and Binu heard intently. Binu however wondered why it was a surprise since his father had spoken just a day earlier. The conversion carried on as Binu kept fingering his mother's juicy navel and digging his face into her bosom. Manya could feel some moistening and itch in her loins but it was not alarming.
"No Desh, no trouble from the kids at all. No, not at all from Binu. He's a loving, caring son,"gushed the half naked mother looking down with a smile at her son.
Binu was thrilled that his mother praised him. He moved his face up and kissed her neck softly. He moved further and now pressed his lips against hers lovingly. For a second, the sexy mother looked down at her son and indulgently kissed his lips, allowing him to continue the kiss while she tried to listen and reply to her husband. Deen's dick went once again went into overdrive at this sight. It was an unelievably erotic sight, watching his brother tongue his mother all over her face and lips and squeeze her belly while she spoke to his Dad on the phone.
"Mmmmmm", replied Manya in between, her words getting muffled by Binu's ardent tongue. "Nothing. I'm just sleepy and am trying to make Binu to sleep fast too", she replied, accounting for her moan. Binu recaptured her lips when she finished her line and kissed her deeper. Manya gasped and opened her mouth wider to her son's tongue. His hand was now fully caressing her stomach flesh, making her tingle all over. Still, she didn't feel overly unmotherly about the whole thing. She kept tryng to follow hubby's description about his activities in Mumbai, her mind registering part of it. She kept mumbling replies whenever Binu's lips freed hers. The sexy mother's face and neck were wet all over. Suddenly she felt Binu's hands open her blouse buttons. Binu had asked her whether he could suckle but she had not time to reply. She doubted whether she would have refused him, but had not expected him to be this bold. She watched and heard while her son totally exposed her well shaped breasts and began to suck on one nipple. She couldn't help moaning aloud into the phone. Deen heard her tell Desh on the phone that she was eating and feeding Binu. Binu fed lavishly on the fruit offerred by his juicy, loving mother. He nibbled and sucked voraciously on Manya's nipple. The lusty mother found it very diffcult to maintain normalcy and started squirming around to gain stability in speech. She was barely able to communicate and it became even more difficult when she felt her son gently stroke the other breast while sucking on one. Deen watched in stunned amazement as his topless mother offerred her breasts fully to her son's ravishment, while talking to her hubby on the phone. It was forbidden lust at its extreme making his dick ache and ache. Manya herself was driven to depraved horniness by the situation. Her eager son had opened her up when she had little time to react and her hubby was in no mood to quit talking. She reached her hands below to the free area of her pussy and seeing her son's head busy with her breasts, she began to masturbate herself slowly over the sheer saree. Binu didn't see it but Deen saw the awesome sight. His shameless mother had surrendered her body to her son's hands and was now teasing her pussy to a climax. He heard Manya tell Desh to come back soon and almost laughed out aloud. Manya was wet and throbbing in her cunt as Binu's sucking progressed without respite. Her son sucked away at her heaving boobs while she thrust her hand away into her soaked vagina, the telephone still around her ear.
"I will take care Desh," she managed to mutter. Binu was almost biting her nipple now while the other hand mashed her breasts a little more than gently. The blood rushed through Manya's body like a geyser. The utter lewdness of her situation brought her fingers to thrust wantonly into her adulterous cunt and whispering loudly "Desh dear, please come, come...", the horny wife exploded into an orgasm with her son sucking her breasts. Her son Binu suddenly looked up in surprise. He enjoyed what he was doing but the effect it produced on his beautiful Mom was a revelation that confused him. He stopped suddenly and surveyed the mess that was created. Her naked, well squeezed breasts were heaving continuously and her almost exposed thighs quivered. His Mom's broad hips rose up and down as she said bye to his Dad and hung up. Deen saw that Manya had removed her hand from her pulsating cunt the moment Binu raised his head. She was now topless, with just a transparent saree bunched up around the pussy which she had fingered out of shape. She had just finished a silent sobbing and her body was on the receding wave of the shuddering climax brought about by her incestuous escapade. His horny mother looked a most arousing sight, as good as naked in bed with her son, having allowed him to suck and maul her heavy breasts with gusto. He watched her well stacked body undergo the last stages of her receding orgasm and rushed back to his room for the ultimate jerk off of his life.
Mom indulges her dear son
For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life out his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from his crotch. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her breasts sucked and crushed by his younger brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her naked, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an orgasm in obscene horniness. The last lingering image of his juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heaving, voluptuous, fully exposed body being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling breasts, wet face, glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her crotch, flashed in a quick sequence before his wild eyes at the climax of every frig. With the final image of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely disturbed sleep. He was sure there would be a time when she would manage to talk to her Dad on the phone while some man fucked her brains out doggie style. He only hoped he would be able to watch her.
Manya felt the last burst of her orgasm leave her body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her bosom and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a shock as to how exposed she was. Her entire front was open right down to her bush and the saree was bundled up around her pussy, leaving everything below open and bare from her fleshy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt she looked quite vulgar lying like this next to her son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit damp from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of her full breasts still retained his squeeze pressure and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her lush body around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya's eyes drifted to her pelvic area and the mess startled her. Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her little son began to sink into the voluptuous mother and wife. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial rights on almost every inch of her generous body and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to rebuff him.
"The greatest discipline was self discipline", she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his normal urges. Manya knew that such urges were normal in boys and that it was dangerous to rebuff them because of the possible psychological repercussions on them. Moreover she was sure that he would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As a mother she had deep love for her sons and was sure that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his love, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this phase. And it only made her feel sexier, better and more desirable. There was nothing which turned on Manya more than the knowledge that someone lusted after her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her body. The thought made her a bit concerned about her elder son's normalcy and she decided to take a closer look at him from now on.
Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the excitement of feeling and sucking his mother's breasts drained him mentally. It was his first encounter with his mother in a bare, physical sense. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle his hair and shifted her body down to settle down beside him. She readjusted her saree to cover her buttocks and thighs and slept with her back to her son. She tried hard to sleep but remained a few steps short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her naked waist as it always did, towards her navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her hips and rested there. Manya could directly feel the impact of his dick against her full and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her navel in a slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable impulses in her navel to take over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her butt. It's heat and hardness permeated through his shorts and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock against her heated asscheeks, but the aroused mother was sure that her ass heat was interacting with his young dick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further when she felt his dick throb intensify wildly. In astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or thrust from his side. She realised he was dreaming about the ample body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The throbbing against her ass continued like an automatic motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating against the object of his dreams, making the subject of his lusty dream quiver and squirm against it. Manya stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressure on them. The spasms were followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened the rear of her saree. With a shock the sexy mother realised that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to feel the waves of release ebb out. For five minutes after feeling the last weak throb, Manya remained in that posture to allow her son's body to regain blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached behind and felt the saree around her ass, taking care not to disturb his leg over her naked hips. She realised that her saree rode upto the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the sexy woman smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and son.
Manya craves and craves extremes
Manya again woke up a little earlier than normal. The advantage of a well fucked body was that sleep enters quick and deep. It also leaves the body quickly once the required rest is obtained. The impending sunrise moments were also moments for horniness to dawn on the beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her hips, the knot having got unfastened. She was stark naked on her bed. She looked at her son Binu who was fast asleep, now with his back to her. A quick recap of the previous night's events crossed her mind. The lovely mother felt herself loaded once again with compassion and love for her son. On impulse, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his sleep to face her. His eyes were still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering surge of affection. She gently hugged his face into her breasts and stroked his back, knowing that he was asleep and couldn't sense her nudity. Her mind told her that this could be the last time she would be hugging her son as a little innocent boy. She wanted to feel and savour the moment.
She hugged his boyish face into her naked, full breasts, allowing their softness to smother his face. She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him against her breasts for two full minutes. Satisfied, the nude mother rose from the bed. As she got up, she thought with a mischievous smile that she needn't wear a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. Life was shifting gears and she felt deliciously wicked.
Early morning horniness crept into Manya's ripe body the moment she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should take a stroll down to the jogger's park. It was not the prospect of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some fresh air for sure. Putting on some undergarments, she draped the same dark blue saree over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The saree was crumpled however, making her look like she'd had a torrid night in bed. With lazy strides and sexily rolling buttocks, the horny wife and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing innumerable admirers on the way exhibiting different degrees of lust. She looked the very embodiment of lust.
"I can't help it if I'm blessed with a lush body", she thought", as she passed a staring middle aged man. The man's wife was sharply dragging her husband away, giving dirty looks to Manya.
"Stop staring at that slut, behave yourself", Manya heard her admonish the man.
When she entered the park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana. She had brought her black Alsatian dog for a walk. Manya knew that Sam and Sana were avid dog lovers and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana sitting on a bench, holding on to her dog's leash, Manya heaved her sexy body across to her side, feeling many eyes on her exposed waist and upper hips. Sana greeted her cheerfully.
Midway through their small talk, Sana pointed to her dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to mate him soon so that they could generate a lot of puppies for a whole lot of friends who had asked. Manya looked at the friendly but big dog. His eyes were deep and bright. Sana kept playing with the area around his ears and he kept raising his head to lick Sana on her neck and face. It looked like a loving dog.
"Tiger, meet Aunt Manya," introduced Sana, pointing Manya out to her dog. Tiger rose to his feet and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake hands. Manya bent slightly from the bench to shake hands. She found Tiger cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's face. Though not used to dogs, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful face with his long wet tongue. The eager dog licked the beautiful mother's face, thrilled at her willing offer. He ran his tongue all over cheeks, forehead, neck, nose and swept it in one long stroke over her full lips. Manya recoiled for a second, feeling a stir. Seeing Sana laugh, she continued to let Tiger lavish his tongue all over her face. Her face was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn't seem to want to stop.
"Aunt Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't lick my face that long", said Sana. Sana again felt a wee bit jealous that like her boyfriend Sam, even her dog seemed to prefer the voluptuous wife over her nubile self. She pulled the dog by its leash, dragging him away from the beautiful object of his attention. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her face with her saree and noticed the doggie aroma. It was a bit strong and different.
Manya chatted with Sana for a while longer and decided that she had to get back home. She held Sana's hand to say farewell and bent to shake hands with Tiger as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders, revealing a huge cleavage right in front of the dog's eyes. Tiger wasted no time in giving a sharp lick right in the center of the juicy woman's cleavage. The voluptuous mother was shocked at the act and felt a sharp bolt of an indescribable feeling in her. Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.
But Tiger's paws were close to her feet and as she took a step, the dog also moved to stop her. In the process, his paw fell on the bottom of her saree, causing Manya to trip over. The well stacked housewife fell flat on her back with the saree getting swept aside from her front. Tiger saw a fleshy target in his new friend and he pounced onto the lush woman, licking at her exposed navel. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping tongue, sending an electric current right through Manya's horny body. Sana simply stared for a moment at the lewdly exciting sight before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juices out of Manya's spread out belly. His tongue covered every exposed inch of her huge midriff and Sana gaped at the full bodied wife as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to stop the beast. Tiger delved into her navel several times and his tongue sent shivers all over Manya's rippling body. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana pull back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and looked around. About ten people were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.
Embarassed into redness the flushed housewife quickly bade good bye to a still stunned Sana and moved out of the park. On the way she heard a guy call out, "Watch out Maam. Dogs think like us guys. They are always on the look out for a bitch in heat".
The man didn't look like a regular in the area. But Manya was too helpless to react angrily. She literally ran her way home, tits bouncing and her eyes moist with shame. Manya's voluptuous body in motion was yet another searingly erotic sight for the passers by. Only after reaching her kitchen door did she stop to relax. Panting, she slowly started to regain her breath. The behaviour of the dog outraged the wife, but she realised she felt different. Her heart was beating wildly and mind was disturbed in an unknown way. She felt sweat beads trickling down her half exposed cleavage. Suddenly she moved her hands to her pussy and felt it through the saree. She was wet. Dripping wet.
Her mind worked in all directions trying to understand her state. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt aroused. She felt like a bitch in heat. A real bitch. Somebody else also understood that she was in heat. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few days to get his hands on the horny wife was keeping guard by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering woman and sensed that she needed cock. Unable to believe his luck, he held her strongly by her shoulders. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to find the milkman. She allowed him to rest her on the threshold of the kitchen door. She remained silent and shaking as he stripped her saree and petticoat right off her ass. The young stud repositioned his favourite housewife in the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to give her what she loved most. Feeling his strong dick ravaging her cunt doggie style, Manya felt like a true bitch at that moment. The thought sent ripples of pleasure all over her body as much as his steely dick did. Her mind went to the bitch that Tiger would mate to give rise to tens of puppies. For a fleeting second she placed herself in the place of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppies. Her fertile pussy gushed out juices strongly to meet the milkman's own spurting cock. It was a mind blowing, delirious first fuck. The exhausted woman rested her ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the young milkman. No words were exchanged for a few minutes. She watched with the same smile as he pushed up his pants and left her presence. It was a purely functional, purpose serving fucking, and the adulterous Manya loved such fucking.
She took it as he gave it hard and fast. Violently did the stud fuck the adulterous housewife and copiously did he spurt all over her hot ass during climax.
Hotter and hotter mother Manya
The time was still fifteen minutes to seven am. Manya had another half an hour atleast before her sons awoke. She felt fresh now and memories of the dog's assault on her flesh were pushed back into her mind. Her saree was still off her body. Her ass was still naked on the doorstep. The licentious wife decided to get inside when she saw Sam appear from nowhere carrying an envelope. He pulled out all the polaroid snaps that he had taken yesterday and forgotten to hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was naked. Her legs were spread apart in sitting posture and she looked remarkably comfortable in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the need to cover herself before Sam of all the people. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining table. Sam knelt next to the sexy woman, his elbow on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.
Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her pussy close ups. There was no way anybody could guess it was her pussy. Sam had made her pink cunt look like the world's greatest treasure cove. She admired his ability more than the magnificence of her pussy. However after repeated viewing she felt a warmth surge again in her loins. She gave him a sudden kiss on his lips. Sam responded by kissing her back and held her by her naked hips. His hand rested well below her waist side and he kept squeezing her generous flesh in soft comforting strokes. They looked perfectly matched and at ease with each other, like a husband and wife going through the morning newspaper. That was how the watching Deen felt from the side window.
Deen woke up late and missed his Mom's early jaunt. But he was bang on time to see her getting banged by the milkman and was surprised at her extra passion. He had no idea regarding the source of her renewed fuck vigour.
Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruits of their previous day's labour. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that Manya was becoming conscious of his growing proximity. She felt Sam's familiar hand once again find her pussy and that really enhanced her comfort level. She kept looking at the pictures of her lewdly spread cunt, thanking herself that she didn't wear any ring. It would have revealed her identity from the way in which her fingers were opening up her juicy cunt in the snaps. All along Sam kept fingering her pussy. Even her sighs and moans came by themselves and the couple slowly slid into a reclining posture. Manya rested her head back against the door and spread her thighs wider to give freer access to Sam's cupping hand. He manipulated her pussy without stopping. Manya's bladder was full because she hadn't taken a pee before her morning walk. Now with all the ministrations of her sensitive lover, the pressure began to build up to near uncontrollable levels. She gasped at his strokes and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His fingers got busier and busier with the horny wife's pussy. Each stroke of his raised her need to bursting levels. She felt she would pee any moment. But the moment never came. The loaded feeling persisted but the horny wife could not release her urine. The relentless stroking of Sam on her pussy thwarted the flow. Instead her pussy got swollen and wet with super charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's hand, her face wearing an agonised look that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no further time. He replaced his fingers with his dick, stretching Manya outside the door right on the ground. Deen felt his mother looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the ground, her hips heaving and her pussy swollen with the combined need to piss and get fucked. Sam poked her outer pussy with his finger as if to test the walls. Manya burst out into uncontrollable sobs, whimpering with need.
"Please Sam, " she begged. "Either fuck me or let me pee".
Deen was wild both with anger and arousal at his mother's degradation. He watched Sam toy with his shameless mother.
"Tell me Aunt Manya", he teased. "Shall I fuck you or you want to pee".
The lusty mother was in distress. "Do something Sam", she begged, looking beautifully helpless on the ground, writhing in lust, her hands crushing her breasts.
"Okay Aunt Manya, you can pee", announced Sam, standing above her lewd form, with his dick hard and strong over her.
The depraved woman could take it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his dick, dragged him right on to her heaving, voluptuous body. She roughly positioned his hard cock right at the entrance of her dripping snatch. She arched her heated hips up and forced an entry for his cock, rotating her hips greedily to allow his meat to sink into her gash. She took his hands and placed them on her heaving breasts and forced him to crush the quivering mounds. Making guttural sounds that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly aroused mother thrusts her hips upwards, her eyes imploring and pleading with him to commence fucking. Sam felt it would be a sin to hold back any longer. He began rotating his hips and started a slow fucking to feel the insides of her boiling cunt fully. His cock once again familiarized itself with Manya's beautiful pussy. Deen was now red with jealousy as he saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless wreck and then getting fucked in a long and teasing rhythm. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.
Manya's bitchiness was elevated even though Sam took her pussy missionary style. Both the teenagers could see the lust contortioned face of the beautiful woman as her wholesome body got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every stroke of Sam's dick felt like it was hitting against a water bed. Manya's horny body bounced and heaved at every thrust in the early hours. Sam pounded with urgency to take the sexy wife to a much needed orgasm. The orgasm washed her insides thoroughly and she felt Sam's cock spurt at the same time. With a lusty moan, she took out Sam's cock from her cunt and placed it above her face, taking the full blast on her eyes, nose, lips and cheeks. She licked the fluids wherever her tongue could reach and released his dick only when it turned fully limp. Giving it a kiss with a groan, she fell back on her back again in exhaustion. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the second time during that torrid fucking session.
Suddenly, before the eyes of the two teenagers, Manya began to pee. She had lost it. The flow came loud and steady and burst out like a mountain stream. Sam watched in amazement and wished that he had brought his camera to cap this erotic moment. For a full two minutes, the horny woman let out all the accumulated fluids, clutching her abdomen during the act. She was still spread out on the floor, the pee collecting itself around the inverted V between her thighs. It formed a small puddle. With her beautiful, homely face and well fucked body, Deen felt his mother looked like a true slut. A lovable slut. But she looked beautiful to him. His well stacked nympho mom always looked beautiful when she was getting fucked.
Deen rushed into his bathroom after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the time and rose from the ground gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this look on his favourite model and he kissed her hard on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his mouth and felt him squeeze her cuntlips in one last stroke before departing. It felt nice to be teased and used this way. Her body's limits were being stretched and she found the exercise thrilling.
A cheerful Manya prepared a grand breakfast for her sons and only one of them knew the reason for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both sons felt happy for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his first semen discharge in his pants. He discussed it with his brother Deen, who told him that it was perfectly natural. Both brothers did not go into further details. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling different. She gave him a couple of hugs more than necessary to reassure him and even placed his hand around her waist when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her breasts to touch the back of his head several times in the course of the meal, with and without reason.By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and before leaving for school, gave his trademark squeeze and kiss to his voluptuous mother. He gave her ass an extra hard squeeze and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.
Deen said that the day's classes were off because of a sports function at school which he didn't feel like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in wonder. He was a sweet and loving boy but he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his younger brother. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or even converse with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually normal. She remembered suddenly that the boys who were balling her were around Deen's age or a little older. The thought made her shiver and shift. If she could be a part of Binu's sexual discovery, then she found no reason why Deen should be left out. She decided to bring him out of his shell that morning.
Fifteen minutes after breakfast, Manya called out,
"Deen, can you please help me by massaging my back with oil"?
The surprised teenager was caught of guard, but he agreed. He was wearing only his shorts and nothing else as he came out to the living room. His mother had removed her saree and blouse. Wearing a bra and petticoat she stood before him with two towels in hand. Manya began her little game by saying that the oil would make her petticoat damp. She wrapped the shortish towel around her hips and removed the petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her chest. The beautiful mother saw her son staring at her thighs and breasts alternatively. The towel came to about thigh length, exposing her golden, well toned thighs. Her nipples were clearly outlined through the thin cotton towel across her breasts. She presented an air of extreme physical informality. The horny mother noted that the effect was not lost on her son. His young cock tented his shorts already.
Manya lay flat on the floor on her back and handed a bottle of oil to her staring son. In a mild trance, Deen opened the bottle, poured some oil into his palms and looked enquiringly at his sprawled out Mom.
"My legs first Deen," she said, spreading them apart slightly.
Deen rubbed his palms together and ran them along his mother's calves and feet first. They felt good and well toned. The shape of his mother's calves was exquisite and they looked sublimely elegant. They felt elegant too to the worshipful hands of her son. Deen's hands went past her knees to reach her glorious, fleshy thighs. He paused for a moment here to pour some more oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out mother. The horny woman opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her thighs. Deen kneaded the flesh of her thighs, allowing the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt electric and charged. His mother's thighs felt like pillars of flesh carved out of banana tree trunks. The flesh quivered and carried immense warmth that got hotter with each stroke of his. The hem of the towel was quite high on Manya's thighs, about three inches from her naked pussy. Deen couldn't see her pussy lips but his fingers crossed the hem of the towel many times during his vigorous massaging of those sexy thighs. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual arousal. She had to take care not to show it, but her body betrayed her. Everytime her son's fingers brushed deeper into her inner thighs, her thighs quivered in response. She kept her eyes closed but her lips trembled enough to tell the tale to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no option but to massage her. He continued his teasing touch, using both fingers and palm to administer some strong groping touches on her inner regions. He was getting perilously close to her pussy. His dick was hard at the very beginning and now it was threatening to burst out of his shorts. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother's belly.
The sexy mother gasped as her son's hands oiled her stomach and waist. She felt them roam all over her creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few drops of oil into her deep navel and use his finger to diddle it. Deen heard his mother's moans and sighs all through this erotic massage. He was finding it as uncontrollable as her. He lingered lovingly around her lower belly and could see as he stroked her flesh why Binu was obsessed with his mother's belly. Indeed it was a ripe treasure. And it carried a current that sent its charge right through his palm and spine. Both mother and son knew they couldn't take this erotic session for too long.
Manya suddenly turned on her belly, presenting her naked back to her son. "Do my back now Deen", she moaned huskily.
Deen took one look at his mother. Her entire back was exposed right upto her butt crack. The towel came upto the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hand to massage, he was sure he would be forced to touch her pussy. He could see the sides of her full breasts as they pressed against the floor. Her hands were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the expanse and softness. His mother had a very luscious body. He felt he was lucky to be able to service her in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His hands also constantly touched the sides of her breasts whenever he tried to massage her sides. He lovingly reached into her armpits and stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny mother. There was perfect knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The sexual tension was palpable.
Deen ran his hands on the back of her thighs and in the process got to squeeze and knead them thoroughly. His sexy mother, from the back was as good as nude, except for the thin towel covering her ass. And the cheeks of her full ass were all it covered. The rest of her creamy body was all his for squeezing. At one stage Deen had to sit at the base of her asscheeks in order to be able to massage her back properly. When he did so, his dick came into direct contact with the absolute base of her ass, not even an inch from her dripping cunt. He massaged away at her back and as he did so, his pelvic region moved to and fro against Manya's lower ass bringing his cock into periodic contact with her pussy entrance. It was a searingly arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed not to show it because her face was down on the floor. Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks wiggle and realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced the pressure of his massaging which inturn reduced the pressure of his dick on her outer pussy. Manya was mad with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing shorts his cock would have been inside her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the effect on her young son. She didn't care if he fucked her. She realized that he was normal after all and that pleased her.
What a hot mother
Deen however suddenly became subdued. The naked woman under him was his mother and the thought kept coming back to him again and again. He was about to burst into ejaculation but forcibly drew himself away from her ass. Manya's ass stopped quivering, as if to express her disappointment. The horny mother had reached a stage where nothing mattered to her. Her son's withdrawal puzzled her and she remained naked and frustrated as Deen announced that he had finished. He rose off his almost naked mother's back and without letting her see his hard on, rushed out of the room.
Manya got up slowly with a mixed sense of disappointment and relief on her features. She was happy that her son was a normal kid. Her body was unhappy that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her mind accepted that non event with a motherly happiness. All in all she was neutral to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her chest. Manya didn't bother to adjust it. Suddenly from the corner of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his bedroom window. She could see him transfixed to the spot, his eyes on her.With a start she understood the situation. Her elder son loved to watch her. He was more of a voyeur. She let the towel remain down and kept her breasts exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate, sensual sway of her hips. The towel was almost falling off her full hips by the time she reached her bedroom door. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving Deen an unhindered view of her full breasts. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their base and sides. They jiggled sexily at her sudden turn, making Deen's eyes pop out. He had seen his mother's breasts in all kinds of hands and in different stages of mauling. But now, her exclusive display was special and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to fall off her hips. It was well below her bush and it required a simple jerk for it to fall off.
Deen counted upto three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to fall off her lush hips exposing herself in all her glory to her son. Her rich fertile bush, her fleshy thighs, her magnificent creamy midriff, her well endowed bust, her erect nipples and her horny face were all out in display for the exclusive eye of her loving son. It was an awesome flood of lust that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the same time. She felt a deep release within herself that told her that her erotic journey was now comprehensive. Well, almost, thought the sex crazed wife to herself. Manya allowed Deen to feast on her voluptuous body for one full minute before walking nude into her bedroom and bath. Deen saw her nude, full asscheeks wiggle out of sight.
Clutching his dick, Deen wondered why he was so aroused. He had seen his mother getting fucked into oblivion, not once but several times in the most obscene postures. That body held no novelty for him but just now he felt he was looking at her all over again for the first time.
"Could it be," he wondered with a shock. "Could it be that she knew I was peeping. Did she expose herself to me deliberately realizing that I was peeping?" The idea made him go weak in his knees. He sat down on his bed, holding his head. His dick was about to signal a burst. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just that. His voluptuous, horny Mom was doing the same with her swollen pussy, in the privacy of her bathroom.
more exhibition and feeling up
Manya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, two fingers deep in her drenched pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was long and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fires within her which were wild, different and more powerful than ever before. The flood of juices in her loins had an uncontrollable rush about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she reached up and turned on the shower. The steady downpour hit her with a stroking force on her breasts, hips, bush and thighs. For a full ten minutes the horny mother let her body take in the cool shower before getting down to the serious business of cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curves, she shivered in the memory of her son Deen's hands on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his young dick on them through the thin towel.
It took the beautiful woman another half hour to wash herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bath and into the bedroom, wiping herself in the process. The bedroom door was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it remain that way, knowing that Deen would not barge in without announcement. Her body had never felt more cared for and attended. With two sons showering their attention on it, it glowed, making her feel happier than ever before. It also made the voluptuous mother hornier than ever before.
Manya's loins were now in a perpetual discharge mode. The juices always oozed now. Only their vigour was decided by the situation. With sex fully in her mind, she decided to lie down for a while and cool off. Naked, she slid her juicy body under the covers and tried to sleep. Her hand automatically rested on her pussy mound, the fingers stroking the lips lightly.
In the other room, Deen ranted about as he neared his third ejaculation. His entire bedsheet was smeared with cum. In the course of three jerk offs, he had visualised his mother's horny body in all possible situations of ravishment, use and abuse. She had screamed and cried in his imagination as cock after cock ploughed into her greedy pussy and hand after hand mauled her well stacked body. His final image of his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched woman, sprawled naked on the floor, her face coated with sperm and her sexy body heaving about wantonly in the final stages of orgasm. Even after ejaculation he could still feel the remnants of the touch of Manya's fleshy, heated body in his palms.
The doorbell rang fifteen minutes later and Deen ran to open it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul, Manya's sixty year old tailor, accompanied by his son.
"Hi Deen", said Binu as he walked in. "Abdul and his son entered the gate with me. Where's Mom", he enquired, his eyes turning towards his mother's bedroom.
"She's relaxing after a bath", replied Deen, asking Abdul and his son in. He saw his brother move towards Manya's bedroom.
Binu walked into the bedroom calling out for his Mom. He paused for a while at her bedside, quite mesmerised by the sight of his half asleep Mom. The bedsheet had slipped partly down at her chest, revealing one juicy breast fully. The other one was also exposed fully except for her nipple. He could make out that his mother had one hand around her lower abdomen. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she dozed. "She might be fully naked", thought the young son.
Deciding that he had to wake her up for the tailor, he bent down to kiss her on the forehead.
"Mom, " he whispered, moving his kiss down to her closed eyes.
Manya stirred at the soft impact. But her eyes were still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely face, proud of her beauty. Instinctively he kissed his mother again on her eyes and trailed his lips down to her cheek. "Mom," he said again in the softest of whispers. Manya opened her eyes slowly and saw Binu's eager face about to kiss her cheek. "Hmmmm", she said as she let him kiss her. Her hand which was around her pussy began its own slow movement in cupping her mound.
Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very slowly moved his lips down to her lips for their customary peck. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to meet her son's lips. Binu accepted her offering eagerly. Mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her tongue into Binu's mouth in a tentative exploration. It was the first time that they had an exploratory kiss. Binu felt his body turn hot and Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose higher to complete the kiss in comfort. In the process, the bedsheet slipped right off her chest, baring both her big breasts to her son. Binu's eyes popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right breast. He had established his right to suck and caress her breasts when exposed and he utilised this opportunity. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her right breast. Manya kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed, her hand delving into her moist pussy under the covers. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't help marvelling at the ease and skill with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the same time. He seemed an excellent kisser. The twin pressures were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist began to gain in heat. She realised the need to regain some motherly sanity. She removed her wet lips from her son's mouth and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's eyes, continuing his breast caress for another ten seconds.
"Mom, the tailor Abdul and his son have come to see you," announced Binu, giving his mother's breast a final, soft squeeze.
Manya was stunned at this announcement by her son, coming as it did after he had kissed and given her a thorough feel over. His enterprise pleasantly surprised her.
"Pest", she laughed and slapped her son on his butt playfully. "You're telling me now after so long." One hand was still under the covers and on her pussy when she told Binu,
"I'll be out there in two minutes. Tell them to sit down".
Taking one last look at his Mom's nude form, Binu was convinced that his mother was indeed naked under the bedsheet. He left the room, allowing Manya to dress up.
The dressing up was quick since Manya simply slipped into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten years now. He was almost a saintly old man. Manya felt very comfortable with him. It was when she entered the living area that both Deen and Manya got a shock. Deen because of his Mom's scanty attire and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to come with his son. But she continued in her attire because they had to take her measurements in any case. Three male eyes looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained breasts swaying sexily with each step. Deen left them and went to his room. But he took up a position at the keyhole to peep on his Mom with the tailor. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be busy for atleast another half hour.
Manya made some initial small talk with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen years old. He was a slim lad with keen eyes and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every time her breasts heaved during the talk. She also noticed that the lad's eyes remained fixed on her huge, exposed midriff when he was not staring at her melons. Abdul then took measurements for her blouse. His son noted down while the father called out. The watching Deen saw his mother raise both her hands for Abdul to measure her chest. His dick shot to attention yet again as the tape encircled her full breasts and jerked hard whenever Abdul's knuckles pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw Abdul's hand graze his mother's erect nipples on two occasions.
Manya on her part allowed the job to go on. The tape graced her armpits, back, arms, shoulders and neck. When it came to the neck, she indicated to Abdul to lower the neck by a few inches. Abdul brought the tape with his thumb well past the mid point of his beautiful customer's ripe cleavage and held it for a moment. Manya nodded with a twinkle in her eyes and Abdul read out the measurement for his dazed son to jot down.
The old tailor then gave the tape to his understudy son for taking the petticoat measurements. Deen was startled. Manya herself didn't expect it but was indifferent to the change. Kneeling down to face her sexy waist, the lad encircled the lush ass of the housewife with the tape and called out the size. Deen found the kid's reading out his Mom's ass size a very stimulating and wild act. He kept clutching his aching dick and peeped on as the boy circled the tape around his Mom's luscious waist above the belly button.
"Lower," he heard his Mom say. "Place the tape where I am wearing the petticoat now. Yes... that's the comfortable position".
The horny wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her fleshy lower abdomen for a few seconds as he read out her final measurement. She gasped and that made the youngster look up into her face, past her full cleavage, his face inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden shiver which went up her body betrayed her arousal. The father and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's body as her watching, randy son jerked off for the fourth time since the morning.
It was while they were leaving and Manya was closing the door that Deen saw and heard Binu bound into the living area. Binu had missed the scene where Manya was measured up at leisure and that was why he showed a bit of surprise at the flushed look on Manya's face.
"Are you OK Mom," he asked, shaking her lightly by the shoulder. "Mmmm, yes," mumbled the horny mother, allowing Binu to lead her by her exposed waist to the dining table. Deen kept observing the casual manner in which his younger brother kept caressing Manya's waist all the way to the table.
The three of them finished a good meal. While Binu was eager to run out for his cricket his brother and mother were horny and restless. Manya was horny because of the immense stimulation caused by Deen's massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt great in the company of her sons, closer and more secure than ever before. She was also confident that every act of theirs was out of pure love. Even the lust was love driven. Being a love starved woman with a sex starved body, this attention from her sons made her glad. It also made her extremely horny. All the kissing and pawing by Binu stirred up her juices and left her craving for the real act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his mother was feeling horny. It showed in her body language. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him to visualise the itchy pussy nestled between those glorious thighs. He noticed light beads of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eyes showed a distracted look. Deen realised a stage had come where he communicated with her bodily needs very directly. He could sense when she needed a fucking just as surely as he could sense when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a good fucking.
Both mother and son were lucky. The answer to their feelings came in the form of a call from Prem. He called to find out whether they would be keen on a family garment sale in town. Binu had to go for his cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen tell Prem that he would be going over to a friend's place to hand over some borrowed college assignments. He asked Prem to come over and take his mother to the sale, promising to join them within an hour. She smiled to herself at the thought of being alone with Prem for atleast an hour.
Deen smiled to himself too as he left the house with his brother. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's sake. It made him happy. The appointed time was six in the evening and he had an hour and a half to pass. The brothers left in different directions.
Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his favourite bookseller's shop. It was his favourite hunting place for his sleaze collection. Literature, pictures, cassettes - the place had it all and the owner was a friendly, portly middle aged man. Deen walked into the shop which was full of racks of books and magazines. The cassettes were all lined up against the wall. But Deen began looking into the book racks. There were four of them and a passage separated each one from the other. A person on this side of the rack could not see the one on the other side. While Deen started looking into the incest collection, he suddenly heard a soft discussion from the other side and stiffened when he heard the name 'Manya'. He strained his ears to catch the voices and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a quickening pulse, Deen heard on.
"You mean your Doberman went for Aunt Manya's pussy that morning," came Salman's exclamation.
"Yup, right towards her crotch. I had to hold it back. He must have loved the smell from her pussy after all you did to her", replied Sam.
"My Dad and me, both", stated Salman as the overhearing Deen turned to a statue in disbelief at the mention of the dog. "Dad went first. By the time I did it, she was already dripping and squishy. Man, she oozes in gallons".
"Wow, I'm not surprised. She's hot way beyond normal. And she loves having her pussy eaten", said Sam.
"You did that?" enquired Salman.
"I 'also' did that ", chipped in Sam with a chuckle. "Her snatch is never dry. You can finish your dinner and dessert in it. Eat her the whole morning and she'll have you fuck her into tomorrow."
"She's wild Sam. She loves it when I take her like a bitch, on all fours. But next time I'm gonna dip my face into her juicy snatch first".
"Do that and she's your slut forever".
"Maybe we should do her together once", suggested Salman with a loaded voice. "Oh, she'll take us both easy. You first thrust into her mouth while I lick her into readiness. Then we switch."
"Mmmmmm," mumbled Salman hornily. You might as well bring your Doberman along to lick her clean when we're through with her".
"Good idea, but I suspect the dog may not stop with simply licking her," replied Sam.
"What!, exclaimed Salman. "You mean it will... "
"Yes it will... , " replied Sam. "Any dog will love her scent. And Manya will take it. I know for sure she'll love it too. She's crazy for cock in any form".
"Fuck, goddam slut", hissed Salman. "This talk is making me horny Sam."
"You bet. And Sana told me that your Alsatian gave Aunt Manya a long and thorough licking all over her face and belly".
"Belly! My goodness. I can't take this anymore. I need to either fuck or jerk off. Let's get the hell out of here".
The stunned Deen heard his two friends rush out of the store. Their talk and the revelations about his Mom's doggie adventure shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme horniness and utter depravity injected a fresh wave of voyeuristic thrill in him. Their talk of performing a threesome with his mother with the possibility of the dog joining in took his vision to the highest conceivable level. In a way he knew such a thing had to be around the corner. His dick ached and strained against his pants and he kept clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had just transpired. He regretted having left the park early that morning. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again. "If necessary, I'll offer to take her for a morning walk tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would make its advances," he thought to himself. His mind went back to his horny mother and he wondered what was happening in the house.
What was happening in the house was totally in tune with Deen's expectations. The moment the horny Manya opened the door to let Prem in, the youngster immediately understood her state. There was no word exchanged for the next fifteen minutes. They rushed into the nearest room which was Deen's bedroom and the two hot bodies entwined and mated with animal hunger and energy. Manya moaned without a break as the youngster's hands mauled her hips, breasts, stomach and thighs with a continuity that raised her heated body to stunning levels of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each other like perfect body mates. Manya lifted her long legs and wrapped them around Prem's hips as he pumped hotly in and out of her boiling, adulterous pussy. Each time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiable but her sexual desire was on a rising curve. The beautiful mother was turning into a demoness who could die for cock. Prem rammed his dick into her greedy cunt and Manya's clasping cunt muscles propelled him into initiating sharp violent thrusts which made the voluptuous housewife's body shake. Her breasts shook like two beautiful ripe mangoes on a branch. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking delight. His cock made squishy sounds as it pumped the hell out of Manya's steamingly hot, dripping cunt. The accumulated horniness of the sex starved wife found violent expression as her hips rose in rhythm to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his back and urged him, "Fuck me Prem. Fuck me hard and deep. AAAAAAhh... ," her voice trailed as Prem proceeded to give her pussy an absolute fucking. Manya gasped with each strong stroke and moaned with each full squeeze of her tits. Her body had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her younger lover sweated profusely and the sweat flew from Prem's hair to spray her face. Manya's face assumed contorted expressions of surcharged lust. She was being balled by her favourite lover and she gave herself in completely to his strong hands and stronger dick. Her insides were being ravaged with savage consistency. The walls of her pussy were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into pulp by Prem's cannon like thrusts. She was gradually reaching yet another mindblowing cock induced orgasm. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her breasts getting crushed against his chest, while her teeth dug into his neck. Prem held his friend's horny mother by her ample hips as she clung to him and rammed his final thrusts before spurting out hotly into her receptive cunt. Their mutual orgasm lasted a full two minutes. Manya's fertile pussy was flooded with innumerable spurts of her young lover's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to release him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like love tunnel. Manya loved the feeling and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her head and kissed him on the lips, long and deep. She used her entire mouth on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful mother's mouth. Their mouths and tongues remained locked for a full five minutes, during which time they slurped and slurped on each other's juices. Occasional gasps and murmurs escaped the mouth of the lusty housewife as she succeeded in keeping her young lover's dick firmly lodged in her freshly fucked pussy. Taking her lips slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's eyes. Prem, on his part, looked deeply into Manya's eyes. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness on her face had vanished and was replaced by a lovely glow in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her eyes. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that position for another five minutes. But neither of them realised that their robust and satisfying sexual bout was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his bedroom window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a violent, jerking, masturbating witness.
Deen looked on as his mother and best friend remained entwined. His mother's thighs were spread and still wrapped around Prem's hips. Their abdomens were touching fully and his friend's chest was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty tits. Manya's feet pressed into Prem's naked buttocks. Their faces were a little apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful face around her cheeks, ear and nose, occasionally tracing lines around her eyes. Manya's heart was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again. She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly chest fully crush her full breasts. She felt very close to him. He seemed to love and care for her. Her thoughts went to the fact that he was Deen's age. It thrilled her to realise that boys her son's age found her so desirable. She smiled happily to herself and her thoughts suddenly turned towards the one aspect that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she'd ask Prem.
"Prem," she murmured, gently caressing his head, as it rested on her luscious cleavage.
"Mmmmmm, " moaned her young stud, intoxicated by the aroma of her sweaty and warm cleavage
"Preeeem", she said again in a half murmur and half whisper, playing with his ears as his head moved about on her ample, stacked chest, as if seeking more and more fleshy treasures.
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