The shrill morning alarm sent unruly bolts and waves into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her deep eyes and cast a sleepy glance towards the place next to her. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breath carrying the odour of liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin white blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inches below her deep navel, she dragged her voluptuous body out of bed towards the bathroom, pausing for a moment to look at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked disheveled and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brownish black aureolae stared right out of her thin blouse and this morning the ends were sharp and pointed, indicative of her bodily need for a full blooded fuck.Almost involuntarily her hands went to the fleshy region between her thighs and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to gain in heat, the moment her fingers sought the warm folds.With an inaudible moan, she gave one loving squeeze between her inner thighs and went right into the toilet.
While peeing, she let out a shudder of relief as some of the accumulated horniness found alternate release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same scant attire she moved to the main door to collect the morning milk. Opening the door, she bent to pick up the milk and in the process her full breasts spilled out to form a delectable cleavage.From the corner of her eye she saw the milkman's bicycle parked in the compound and realised that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her daily appearance. A full minute was spent in gathering the milk during which her creamy breasts spilled nearly 80 percent out of her thin, lowcut blouse. Giving this morning show was now a habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting charge from this flash and even when someone other than the usual milkman delivered the milk, they learned to stay until Manya gathered her milk.
The entire five feet seven inches of her full bodied, well stacked, lush form swayed with a heady grace as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a moment to peep into the room of her two sons, Deen aged 19 and Binu aged 18. Deen was curled up and content, hands between his thighs and lost in a dreamy world, while Binu was sleeping on his back, his right hand placed idly around his crotch. What caught her eye was, however the tenting in his shorts, sticking imposingly out at the ceiling. She smiled indulgently like a mother would, but a deep moistening crept up her pussy, which was already aroused by the morning show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to prepare the morning coffee and breakfast. Within an hour all hell would break loose as three males would rush through their morning routine, gulp their food and flee the house, leaving her all alone. The thought made her feel a bit empty but also filled her with an enterprise and abandonment that came from the knowledge that she would be all by herself with her voluptuous, sensuous body.
Deen was always the first one to wake up. Nearly six feet tall, he was a gentle giant, loose limbed and with the body language of a good and lovable kid. Manya continued to remain in her attire even before her kids and it had become normal for them to watch their skimpily clad Mom go about her chores every morning in that state of undress.She had been doing it now for the past 4 years out of sheer convenience and it never struck her that their bursting hormones would one day take cognisance of her ample charms, especially her well rounded buttocks, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.
"Good morning Mom", called out Deen, as he entered the kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his greeting, smiling into his soulful, loving and almost puppy like eyes. Deen could see right down her partly unbuttoned blouse and trace the full curves of both her melon like breasts with the entire glory of their semi pointed nipples.
His dick jerked to attention.
"Get ready dear. Today's your special breakfast item. Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her full hips against his. Deen could feel the heat, softness and meat of his Mom's hips as she went past him. He stifled a gasp as her dainty fingers inadvertently grazed his crotch. He wore no underwear beneath his shorts and he was startled by the near grasp of his throbbing young manhood by his very own biological mother. It stunned him and also confused him, like it did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally, adding to his dilemma. His first stirrings of manhood had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His first dick caressing had taken place while he had seen her changing. His first major jerk off had been over her photograph of her carrying him as a three year old. He loved concentrating on his three year old hand clutching at Manya's bosom in the picture. And when he came, he made sure that some drops always landed on the picture, if possible on Manya's beautiful face.
But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his arousal obvious and strove to camouflage it. Manya, on her part, noticed her elder son's disturbance but did nothing in terms of either her dressing or body language to divert him. If she was built sexy and left with an eternally horny body due to her husband's slackness in bed, then she couldn't help it. No force on earth can hide a woman in heat, especially a woman blessed with the rich contours and fleshy warmth of Manya. She had a body that craved loving. She had luscious breasts that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's warm touch. She had a massive, protruding, more than proportionate ass that could well be her best asset. It was high, firm, wide and with a curvature that sent viewers' passions soaring. There was not one of her husband's friends that didn't want to spank her voluptuous ass or plunge into her juicy pussy. She didn't care about their advances and over time she learnt to live with them. Even those long alcoholic parties where men would indulge in subtle gropes and almost leering comments while her husband would be sozzled left her quite in control. In fact she was secretly thrilled that such a wide variety of men of all age groups lusted after her juicy body.
The moment Deen left for the bathroom, her younger son Binu bounded into the kitchen, cheery and bright.
Manya walked towards her sleeping hubby and studied his form as she neared him.He was an inch shorter than her five feet seven inches, slender in arm and chest but with a pot belly that grew out of endless hours of drinking, both at home and outside.He snored the moment his head hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up.Manya remembered their early days of marriage when she used to wake him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his ears lightly while her fingers danced around his flaccid manhood. He would stir in those days and wait until she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly, without warning he would grab her by the waist and turn her around to make her lie belly up on the bed.Using his left hand to drag her saree above her smooth, hot thighs, he would guide his half ready dick into her already steaming pussy. A few gallant strokes would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his tool into her eager love nest whenever it slipped out. About 60 seconds of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out a measly amount of sperm into her womb, which would just about suffice to moisten her just wettening twat. With an irritated grunt he would simply roll off her and rush into the bathroom without even looking back. if he did, then he would have seen the writhing, frustrated body of his lovely wife, legs spread, breathing heavily and thighs twitching in rising intensity.
The sight of a writhing semi nude Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm would have been the ultimate erotic sight for any peeping tom but for the sexy wife herself it was a daily torture. And she was forced to go through this torture on a daily basis, at times with frenzied regularity and with the greatest ever regularity in the last few months.
In the last few years here had been hardly any inspired bouts of love making, which for her lusty body was a deprivation surpassing all else.If Manya had to ever choose between her daily bread and a daily ****, she would go straight for the latter.Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh alive. With the usual morning grunt and without the slightest hint of a promising early erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even wish his beautiful wife.
The moment her hubby closed the bathroom door, she heard Deen call out, "Mom, I need help to wash my hair". Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her saree, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bath.She didn't want to wet the saree in the course of Deen's bath. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a stool when Manya moved across to him, her bra-less breasts swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each step. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's deep and big navel. As Manya bent and washed his hair with shampoo her navel and lower abdomen stared right into his face. It was a double feast for the budding youth as his eyes absorbed he juicy depth of her belly button and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her bush, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three seconds his dick shot up in his undies, a sight which was not lost on Manya. "Wow", she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting reactions of her husband and son to the very same body. But being the mother, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her strokes. The rich lather forced Deen to close his eyes. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into greater arousal. Her big boobs would dip every now and then to press into his head warmly while her crotch would reach tantalizingly close to his face, with the aroma almost sending him into a lusty stupor.
Then he felt the water raining down from the shower onto his face and head. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He was not the only one wet. His mother's sexy body was drenched all over the top half, her nipples poking right out of her wet blouse. The sight was astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jiggling right in front of his face. Deen thought he would shoot out his spunk without even a touch. At the same time he was transfixed and puzzled by the total nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son's aroused body. She seemed to be completely casual in her near total exposure to Deen, her very own son.With her full hips barely a few inches from his head, she turned around to turn off the shower, in the process presenting him with a mind boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet petticoat.The garment made a huge inroad into her butt crevice and the whole show was straight out of one of those soft porn flicks which he enjoyed now and then with his pals.But he was better blessed than his friends because he had daily real life soft porn scenes to live out in his own house and with his very own loving mother.A wild thought germinated in his head which seemed to come from out of nowhere - "What if any of his friends were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The thought left him as soon as it came but the seeds were sown.Manya left the bathroom to check on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his dick the moment his mother's bodacious ass swayed out of sight. He needed the release.
Manya needed release too but all she got was more arousal in Binu's room. Her younger son had just finished his bath and was about to start dressing when his half wet, barely dressed Mom walked in to enquire about him.
"It's getting time for breakfast Binu", she announced as she entered, but her statement broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual manner his hands completely encircled her full waist and caressed the folds at the sides with the index finger of his right hand straying into her navel to finger it in a rotating motion.The posture lasted one minute of squealing and 60 seconds of slow and steady pawing.Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this display of affection from Binu and only Manya suspected that the feeling was quite sexual even from her son's side.But as always, he would stop just when her body began to betray her emotions. He would cease to caress her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his genes and libido from her side of the family. But it was still too early to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that someone found her desirable and someone wanted to feel her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for ****ing. Deep, hard and repeatedly, she yearned to be ****ed well and if possible right out of her brains.
Feeling fully aroused from all the amorous attention she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree around her wet underclothes and went to spread the breakfast on the table. The dress felt burdensome and she found herself being slowed down by a silent droning between her thighs. Involuntarily again, her left hand reached for her crotch. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the dress for atleast 5 minutes before the sound of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.
"You'll catch a cold Mom in those wet clothes. Go change," suggested Deen, concerned as ever.
"Yes I will, after you all leave", sighed Manya as she served breakfast. She could feel Binu's eyes repeatedly seeking her juicy navel and Deen's eyes probing behind the wet blouse for the nipples that had teased him during bath. Again a shiver ran through her and she felt both delight and sorrow. Delight that her womanhood was getting its due appreciation and sorrow that her hubby was merely gulping his food down in total neglect.
Minutes after they all left, Manya rushed into the bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her clothes off her heated body on the way. She unstrung her petticoat and tore the blouse off her bursting breasts as her lust aroused body flopped onto the soft bed. Both hands covered her full breasts, the palms kneading roughly and the fingers pulling at the now sharp tips. Her legs thrashed about as she literally crushed her full boobs like a demoness in heat. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and she thought she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her hands dropped quickly to her pussy mound and she worked her fingers in and out of that rich and fleshy zone, causing her thighs to spread, close and spread in a mind boggling sequence of abandonment. She gave herself in totally to the demands of her lush, neglected body. Her wasted voluptuousness surged with renewed hope every time she subjected herself to this burst of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as her fingers delved and probed into her soaked pussy, striking a frenzied rhythm in tune with her wildly aroused brain. The passionate start rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full hips up and down on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny body to a new height of ecstasy. She felt the tide rise deep within her loins and it only drove her fingers deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its peak and let loose a bursting flood, washing her loins all over, making her fingers reach furious speeds until the collapse began, first in her loins, then in her fingers and finally in her golden, fleshy inner thighs.With receding passion, she slowly regained normal breathing, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the lower abdomen, feet still apart in a lewd reminder of her just concluded dynamite act.She was wet with sweat and wet with her juices. The whole bed sheet was drenched and she silently decided that she would change it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school
Nearly half an hour after her marathon session she rose for a bath. The cool water felt comforting on her still hot body. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her bush and pussy. She stroked, caressed and patted her mound indulgently until a flicker of arousal crept up her spine all over again. Sighing, she stepped out stark naked into her bedroom. She used a thin white towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own hands.She dabbed the light towel all over her gorgeous body until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her long hair. She wrapped the towel around her hair after ten minutes of drying. Opening her wardrobe, she tried to decide on what to wear when her eyes fell on a light blue transparent saree and a sheer white blouse. She took both of them into her hands, without as much as a thought for a bra and petticoat.She hated the weight and pressure of undergarments. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to feel the fabric rub against her supple and sexy flesh, especially around her glorious hips and ass cheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a semi transparent saree gave a complete exposure of her lower treasures and fleshy thighs.But she didn't care. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underclothes and she had the whole day right upto her husband's arrival to slip back into them anyway.
However it did not apply to her two sons. She was comfortable without undergarments in their presence and she guessed they were comfortable too. In any case there were no obvious signs of embarrassment on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through sarees without a hint of underclothes. Right through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one single garment on her lush body, be it a petticoat and blouse or saree without petticoat. The full attire was for their father, a fact which they came to realize rather early. The idea made them feel good and cosy about their sexy mother. They loved her a lot more for the extra comfort level she seemed to share with them. It made them feel special - and horny too. And they kept their feelings to themselves - as yet.
Left to herself, Manya would have preferred to indulge in prolonged self ravishment in her present mood.Her mind quickly accepted the intrusion but the signals to her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a certain inner discordance, especially between her thighs, where a tiny ooze had just about begun.Caressing herself, she half opened the door and peered out to ask if there was any fresh stuff. She kept just her head out of the door, her hand still playing with her pussy through the sheer folds of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her usual choice of vegetables were fresh and she may like to take a look and decide. Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, fingers still playing with her pussy behind the door. With one final thrust, she withdrew her hand from where she loved to keep it the most and threw the door wide open.
The grocer, a stocky man in his late thirties gaped in astonishment at her dress, or the lack of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to draw his attention. The grocer's mind worked at the speed of light, unable to fathom the delicious sight in front of him. He knew from his frequent visits that Manya was hot and horny.He had encountered many a horny housewife in all his house sales over the years. He could spot a hungry pussy when he saw one.Over the last one year he had seen Manya in various careless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in control of things.It was more like she was teasing people rather than inviting them. He also realised that she couldn't continue to be a prick tease indefinitely and his prick was bound to have its day. Her appearance told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any clothes.The saree was fully transparent, showing him all of her. The fertile bush, those glorious thighs and the entire midriff, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly button calling attention to his gaze. While she was fingering herself the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her rich and deep navel fully exposed to his view. With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the navel resembled a pussy in need, quivering and juicy.
The grocer, a stocky man in his late thirties gaped in astonishment at her dress, or the lack of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to draw his attention. The grocer's mind worked at the speed of light, unable to fathom the delicious sight in front of him. He knew from his frequent visits that Manya was hot and horny.He had encountered many a horny housewife in all his house sales over the years. He could spot a hungry pussy when he saw one.Over the last one year he had seen Manya in various careless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in control of things.It was more like she was teasing people rather than inviting them. He also realised that she couldn't continue to be a prick tease indefinitely and his prick was bound to have its day. Her appearance told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any clothes.The saree was fully transparent, showing him all of her. The fertile bush, those glorious thighs and the entire midriff, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly button calling attention to his gaze. While she was fingering herself the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her rich and deep navel fully exposed to his view. With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the navel resembled a pussy in need, quivering and juicy.
The apparent involvement of Manya with the grocery basket and her ignorance of the state of her boobs suited the grocer and he let his hungry eyes travel all over her voluptuous frame, taking in the sexuality oozing out of every inch. His eyes rested for longer moments on her hips, the exposed portion of which was like a mass of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only flesh in need is left for this kind of wanton display and his animal instincts gradually took over. He shifted closer to her, as if to help Manya load her bag with his stuff. he held the bag up for her while Manya filled it with a cluster of vegetables. She had to lift her arms up to do so and in the process, her upper saree dropped right off her shoulders, chest and waist to rest tantalizingly at her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed she was all along to his gaze. Her face acquired a sudden blush but there was no way she could cover herself up since both her hands were occupied. She looked into the grocer's eyes and observed the burning passion. His looks sent shivers up her spine and a warm flood of juices gushed forth from her loins to further moisten her already wet vulva.
This time the gush of juices was different. They flowed and flowed without a break. The control mechanisms which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his strong gaze. The grocer extended his strong arms towards her exposed hips and dragged her closer. His manly touch did the trick. It was the touch of a man, strong and reassuring. It was also the grip of a testosterone rich male which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his other hand gripped her right hip to complete the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The manly grocer jerked the beautiful wife towards himself and marveled at the way her magnificent breasts jiggled at his action. His hands on her meaty hips encountered raw heat and he realised that this juicy body was being wasted. He could hear a half sob as he strengthened his hold on her lower hips and turned her around. Her high rise buttocks came into hot contact with his dick and even through the sheer garment, their heat took him by surprise. If ever there was a hornier woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he care to know.
In that posture she presented an awesome sight on all fours. Her face was glazed with lust and her ass quivered in wanton lust. She wriggled her hips and pressed backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his trousers and brought out his steel hard dick, which was now throbbing with as much anticipation as the horny housewife's pussy. He cast one glance at the crawling form of the beautiful woman before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a bitch in heat. She needed a fucking and like hell, he was going to give her one.
In one single plunge he entered right into her nest, her wet cunt walls giving an over lubricated welcome. Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in lust. He began stroking into her slushy pussy with gradual motions. The lust crazed housewife screamed for harder strokes and driven by her wanton behaviour, he thrust harder and faster. His huge dick, which she hadn't even seen, made furious inroads into her tender but hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new zones of passion. The pumping lasted five scalding minutes and the sheer novelty and passion of the situation overcame both of them. He reached his climax with a roar and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like bitch. On all fours, she was letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over sexed cunt. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing but cock till he spurted his semen in several long spurts deep inside her womb and all over her back and ass. He came so much that his virility surprised the under utilized wife.
Like a true chauvinistic male he just released her hips with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trousers before she could turn around. Her still convulsing body was recovering from the delicious onslaught and she looked up gradually towards his body. Her first glance went towards his crotch but was disappointed to see that he had already put his woman pleaser away. There she was, lying well fucked by a dick she didn't even see.
"Ok Mrs. M. See you later", said the grocer as he walked away with a whistle. Manya lay on the floor, still in a half crawling posture. She was still in heat and she still looked a bitch. Her ass felt well gripped and handled. Her pussy felt well pumped. Her mind was well relaxed. Her breasts however still ached for a caress and that ache got transferred again to her pussy. A mild heating began within her loins and this surprised Manya. What was the extent of her appetite, she wondered.
She rose slowly, with only her sweaty bra-less blouse on with the first two buttons undone as always. Her saree was in her hands and she tried to decide whether to put it on or go for a wash. Her thighs were sticky and some cum still settled wetly over her puffy pussy lips. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her fingers over her cunt lips and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her fingers and brought them to her nose. "Hmmmmm", she purred at the aroma. Then suddenly the door bell rang. Surprised and alarmed at the untimely ring, she hastily began to assemble the saree over her ravaged hips. it was a relatively slower process since she did not have the benefit of a petticoat.
"Who's this"? she called out.
"It's me Mom" came her son Deen's voice.
Partly relieved but still alarmed she draped her saree quickly around herself. Now she didn't have to worry about perfection in attire since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to fuck her just s a little while ago coupled with the freshly fucked feeling still coating her senses made the housewife a wee bit guilty. She managed to wear the saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her crotch to once again form a sticky patch out in front. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his afternoon classes were canceled and he had no mood to go to the library. Walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different.Her hair was disheveled and her saree looked rumpled in a peculiar manner. Her scanty blouse was wet with sweat. If it wasn't for the glow on her face, he would have presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen work. As she walked towards the couch in the living room, he noticed the languid movements of her hips and the slow roll of her hips. The sway was slower but sexier.
It was an indescribable sight but she looked different. Suddenly he noticed the damp patch around her crotch on the transparent saree. It looked so provocative, just below her rich bush. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too late to amend things. In a bid to make the atmosphere more casual, she spread her thighs out and tried to relax on the couch. Her posture became rather lewd for her teen-aged son and he began to experience the familiar stirring in his loins which looking at his sexy mother for more than a minute always produced. At this stage Manya asked her son to take a bath so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the bathroom, glad that he could hide his arousal. Manya was still lying in that obscene pose on the couch when she heard the main door open slightly. She had forgotten to lock it after Deen's arrival. It opened wider and in came the grocer. She panicked and hissed at him to go away, pointing at the bathroom where her son was bathing. But he had not come to leave. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the morning's astounding developments, especially the ease with which he could enter Manya's hot pussy. Soon his thoughts led to a bursting hard on and he felt the time was still convenient enough for another go at the gorgeous piece of ass, who would be doing nothing else but masturbating away anyway, according to him. So off he rushed to get his pussy.
Deen's head was reeling and his heart was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to start with. He saw an unruly man, dark and powerful, manhandle his beautiful mother, pump into her pussy roughly, mash her fleshy body all over and finally spew his hot cum deep inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't mind going through it with her son in the house made his heart beat faster with the realization that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. Worse still, she simply loved getting fucked like a bitch. While on all fours, with the grocer's hard dick pistoning in and out of her steamy twat, she hardly looked the loving Mom who cared for him and his little brother. Nor did she look like the mysterious tease who coaxed and cajoled his dick into ultra hard erections with her revealing style of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every inch a horny slut who craved loud and adulterous sex and loved only those things that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his shock turned to awe, his contempt turned to understanding and his jealousy turned to lust. His young brain related her behaviour to the inability and foul behaviour of his drunkard father, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and luscious beauty like his Mom in his life. The sight of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked royally by a stranger only served to make him realise the full potential of his beautiful mother's sexuality and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His heart reached out compassionately towards his mother with a soft corner. So did his dick - with a hard on.
Suddenly in one swift motion, he clutched his burgeoning cock and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in less than twenty strokes - so powerful was his surge of passion for his sexy Mom. Even after ejaculation his dick merely registered a pause but not a droop. He quickly resumed his dick pumping and this time the images of the grocer balling his cock hungry mother were more vivid and telling. With equal intensity he spewed his sperm all around him in the bathroom, gasping at the monumental arousal that had beset him. As he relaxed he realised that he related to his beautiful mother more than ever before. He desired to see her happy. He loved to see her glowing and satisfied. He loved to see her getting fucked.
Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the living room. He was in time to see his well fucked Mom trudge slowly into the bedroom with just her flimsy blouse on, holding her sheer saree in one hand. Her ass cheeks shook and swayed as she walked, making his mouth water." Now those full cheeks could do with some rough treatment", he empathised. He also wondered how his Mom would take to a sound spanking by his Dad in case he found out that his beautiful, desirable wife, was indeed a sex crazed vixen.
"Oh yes", he must have finished his bath, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her saree around her well ravished form for about the fourth time of the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiety and waited until she had almost finished wearing her saree and just when she was tying the knot in front of her shapely midriff, six inches below her tantalising navel, he walked into the room, calling out her name. Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued wearing her saree and completed tucking in the knot and adjusted the front of her saree. The top of her saree was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy shoulders. Her nipples still peeked through the transparent blouse and saree, but that didn't matter. Her present exposure was part of routine as far as her son was concerned and she was quite sure that it didn't bother Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush body with a new sense of appraisal. He now saw her as a fleshy object too, that at times could take off into uncontrollable and wildly aroused behaviour. His eyes never left her generous hips. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's eyes and saw some relief and contentment. Strangely that look in her eyes turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing look a remarkably arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's face. It was the look of a freshly fucked woman. A freshly fucked mother of two young and horny sons.
As a woman starved of cuddling, Manya actually enjoyed all this physical display of harmless affection from her younger son. There were a few occasions when she was not sure about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly compliment her ass, especially when she was dressed in a saree without a petticoat. He would swat and knead it quite freely and even make her squeal with his surprise advances on her lush posterior. Gradually she grew to like it, even look forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her sense of being wanted and enhanced her desirability levels. At times she suspected him of having definite sexual overtones in his actions. Those were the moments when he would run his fingers up and down her asscrack, give her a big hug from behind and a long kiss on her lower cheek, dangerously close to her full lips. She would feel an instant moistening in her loins but recover quickly enough to dismiss it off as adolescent behaviour.
She did at times hope that Binu would not be so brazen and physical with her. After all he was just eighteen years old. And he did not care that his actions were being observed rather curiously by his elder brother Deen. That afternoon, Deen realised that his voluptuous mother had gone to rest without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex sessions with the grocer. Her body must be certainly reeking of the combined body fluids of the dark grocer and his fair mother. He also realised with a pounding heart that her unwashed pussy must be still nestling a good amount of his copious discharge. He marvelled at her behaviour and attitude and was wondering how lucky Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right after her torrid session. Little did he know that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to revel in her illicit pleasure for as long as she could, deriving the utmost gratification from life's little adventures.
Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her lush body. She looked down to see her little son Binu's head cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his tight leg embrace around her full hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive clutch of her younger son on her almost nude body, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn't display this level of physical proximity.Slowly she moved Binu's leg away and tried to rise. She felt Binu's arms encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up.She found him very cute, even though his hands encircled her lower abdomen, just a few inches above her bush.She looked down to notice that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her bush with her entire body above and below fully exposed.A thrill shot through her lusty body as the naughty, exhibitionistic side of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's drowsy grip, she moved out of the bed into the bathroom.She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of release all over her body. She reached out for the hand shower to wash her insides after peeing, but suddenly for some reason, she placed the hand shower back and allowed herself to remain unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remnants of her mind blowing two fuck episode late that morning.
Manya realised Deen had gone out to visit his friend Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to play his daily evening cricket.She hoped Deen would develop an interest in athletics like Prem and build his physique too. Manya wished her sons were also lithe, strong and well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making coffee the horny housewife smacked her lips and looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and her hair quite dishevelled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed wrinkles, giving those cheeks a well fondled outer appearance. Manya's ass globes twitched at the very thought.The grocer's caressing had been carnal and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but insistent squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting nothing in return, unlike the grocer.Many of Manya's female friends openly admired her ass and even made their jealousy obvious.They said it was extra full, jiggly and could drive a saint to sexual madness with their high rise bounce.She tended to agree with them. Her buttocks did flare out disproportionately from her rather ample hips and what made the ass more prominent was her long and flabless waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unique gift. Her waist and ass fed off each other's glory. Manya felt rather proud of her rear asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the onlooker's eye through her belly and hips. And she did that with a vengeance. She was a fine piece of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.
Midway through her coffee making she heard the doorbell ring again. Feeling no apparent threat to her under dressed appearance since hubby was due only after half past six, she shifted her voluptuous body across to answer the door, with her left hand again fingering her pussy mound upto the last second.On opening the door she saw her cousin Dan's huge form with the arrogant face. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one time supposed to marry Dan but considered him too crude and arrogant.The arrogance came from his wealth but he did not acquire class alongwith his wealth. Now years later, with her new found fascination for crudity, the same Dan began to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's eyes swept over her sexily attired form and rested right between her thighs.His eyes practically bore into that fleshy junction, lapping up the exotic sight of her dark bush and the arousing 'V' which formed itself whenever Manya kept them together.He simply lusted after his cousin Manya and made no secret of his craving. Overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his advances and began to give in - discretely to begin with.
Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his massive arms enveloping her body fully. She could feel her big breasts getting crushed against his broad chest and her excited body started giving in. Suddenly she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for her, Dan had the sense to withdraw, but even he could feel a difference in her body odour. Not only was Manya's body riper since his last visit, but she felt and smelled different. But he liked the difference. Within ten minutes Binu entered the room in his cricket gear and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visits were always surprise visits and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive gifts and goodies. After coffee, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.
The moment the door clicked shut, Manya felt a strong pair of hands dragging her backwards in a half mauling and half grabbing grip. It was a familiar grip and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six month gap, his pent up lust for his sexy cousin burst out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her hips. It lay in a heap on the floor and Dan stared at the ripe and sexy body of his lovely cousin. Her massive butt, her generous hips and the overall flesh feast which seemed to be aching for his heated touch proved too much for him and he simply hurried her into the bedroom and made her lie on her back, right on her marital bed. Manya's thighs spread in automatic response and she reached out to remove Dan's trousers. They were down in a jiffy and Dan wasted no time in placing his rigid 8 inch dick at the entrance of his cousin's hot pussy. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delightful entry. The thrusts began in a steady momentum, with their missionary style copulation enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lust aroused, beautiful face. He simply adored his sexy cousin and hated it when she married her wimp of a husband. That weak, pot bellied drunkard was a gross mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The thought made his already blood engorged dick throb in further arousal and he thrust deeper into her ever willing cunt, reaching depths that were not reached in a long, long time.
There was no talk between the two. Their bodies met and their eyes also met in the course of this searing union. Her face shifted to different levels of lust in tune with his steadily pistoning cock, while his face got wilder and wilder, as if a caged tiger had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated body to higher stages of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding dick rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet pussy in lengthy spurts of manly seed. Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in a frenzy during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an explosive climax with the dual triggers ignited. Gasping and feeling her cunt spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her cunt still exerted receding pressure on his slowly deflating dick until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving long and deep kisses all over her sweat covered face. Manya suddenly felt a shudder as his hands came off her chest, releasing his vice like grip on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they always acted on first sight whenever he came home. No words were spoken. It was simple, plain pumping and words would follow later. And clever Dan, he always chose the time when Desh was out of the house to make his entry. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the night and also having a drink with Desh.
There was no talk between the two. Their bodies met and their eyes also met in the course of this searing union. Her face shifted to different levels of lust in tune with his steadily pistoning cock, while his face got wilder and wilder, as if a caged tiger had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated body to higher stages of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding dick rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet pussy in lengthy spurts of manly seed. Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in a frenzy during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an explosive climax with the dual triggers ignited. Gasping and feeling her cunt spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her cunt still exerted receding pressure on his slowly deflating dick until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving long and deep kisses all over her sweat covered face. Manya suddenly felt a shudder as his hands came off her chest, releasing his vice like grip on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they always acted on first sight whenever he came home. No words were spoken. It was simple, plain pumping and words would follow later. And clever Dan, he always chose the time when Desh was out of the house to make his entry. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the night and also having a drink with Desh.
With the flurry of the first fuck with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously wicked delight all over her body. It was the third time she got fucked that day and what she loved most was that all juices were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a beauty enriching glow on an otherwise calm and pretty face. Not bothering to put on her saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to make some more coffee for them. As she waited for the coffee to warm up, her hand again drifted towards her just fucked pussy. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the juice mixture in her pussy to spread all over her soft fingers. She loved the feel of her pussy when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the only time she tried to make Desh eat her pussy by spreading honey all over her nether region and dragging his head into her crotch. Quite to her surpise and alarm, Desh had recoiled and snarled at her, calling her a pervert. She didn't try it again, not with with her husband atleast. As she was pouring the coffee into two cups, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude. She gave him a mischievous grin when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's eyes once again focused straight on her bodacious backside and this time a certain tenderness overcame him as he reached down to softly knead and cup it.
"Mmmmmm", moaned Manya, feeling a spark ignite her luscious body once again.
He kneaded her glorious, fleshy backside for nearly a minute, kissing her earlobes while doing so. Manya loved being held from behind. Her whole body responded to rear caresses and rear initiative almost naturally. Maybe that was one reason why she found it difficult to ward off Binu's continuous assaults on her ass. That was one zone she had no control over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's cock slowly press against her naked asscheeks. A throb began all over her body, which gained in intensity when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen table. His now erect dick was probing her full and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a rabbit would look for its hole. Manya was wet in no time again. It was her pussy drip that drew his hard again cock towards it like a flesh magnet. Suddenly cock met cunt and the humping began. Dan's hands now fully cupped a bent Manya's breasts while his steely dick carried off from where it left her steamy twat a little while ago. His organ stroked deeper and deeper into the horny mother's cunt, making her head bounce off the table with each stroke. The penetration was much deeper due to the bent posture and the thrusts were longer due to the first surge of lust having already been extinguished during their first fuck. It was a long, slower and more delicious mating, but absolutely physical in nature. It was the mating of two bodies that were custom designed for fucking each other. His six foot broad frame mounting her five foot seven inches of adulterous voluptuousness. The adultery added to the heat of their passion and the heat of their copulation made the kitchen table shake vigorously. Sounds of their loud fucking mingled with the sounds of wood trembling.
It was initially the sound of wood that made Deen discard the main door and walk around the house to the kitchen to see if there was any problem. As he approached, he could also hear the loud grunts of a man and the continuous moans of a woman. He could recognize the moans of his horny mom but was concerned about the male grunts. It was certainly not his father's and that too at this time of the day. If his father fucked his mom during late afternoons even once a month, then she would not have to look at alternative cock in life, he reasoned. Having eliminated that option, he peered through the kitchen window and was greeted by the most arousing sight of his life.
His butt naked mother was bent over the kitchen table with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick cock in and out of her sloppy cunt like a machine. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every hard stroke Dan gave into her lewdly presented cunt. Bent like a bitch, she was taking it from behind and screaming her lusty approval everytime a thrust found its target. The sounds were squishy with intermittent slaps reverberating through the kitchen each time Dan's balls slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood transfixed again with his hand taking its inevitable route to his cock bulge.He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing member. With every stroke of Dan into Manya's wetly receptive pussy, her son stroked his dick, matching Dan stroke for stroke. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his mother's lust. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's glazed face, marveling at the sexual energy it carried.
"Fuck her well, Uncle Dan", he muttered to himself as he pumped away at his dick vigorously. "Give her a sound fucking", he kept muttering throughout his lusty frig.
Dan and Deen came together, the former into the wanton pussy of Deen's mother and the latter into thin air, with just one drop getting splattered on the kitchen window pane. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit sight he had been witness to, trying to absorb the day's events. Two different guys had fucked his beautiful, sexy mother and both times she took it like a bitch, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to give the adulterous couple five minutes before ringing the doorbell.
In a single day, Deen had witnessed the utter depravity of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's events, the more obsessed he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristic way. The blood surged in his dick at the thought of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The sight of her pink, throbbing pussy getting a pounding in the most degrading postures filled his mind with the purest emotions of empathy for a housewife in need. He began to relate to her more and more and even thought that he may like to facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her knowledge so that he could watch and revel in the absolutely awesome manner in which she recieved hard cock.
With these thoughts floating in his mind, he rang the doorbell. Manya opened the door herself and gave him a remarkably fresh smile. His eyes took in her lusty form which looked even more voluptuous than ever before. Her face was brighter than when he left her and her walk was a lot lazier and provocative. Her slower steps imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to her wide and fleshy hips, which were rather inadequately covered again by the same sheer blue saree, which had the privilege of hugging her full, well fucked body through different stages of her illicitly extra sexual day today. He could have bid a million dollars to possess that saree after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the aroma of that sexy saree for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's fetish and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realise that her adultery had won her an immediate sympathiser and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued form Deen kept caressing his cock until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the living room couch to greet his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the bedroom and followed her with his eyes until that glorious ass disappeared.
Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two pairs of eyes went straight towards her hips. Deen saw that she had put on her white petticoat under the blue saree and immediately understood that it was time for his Dad to arrive. The saree however was still well below her rich navel and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally have a bath and cleanse herself of the signs of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in less than thirty minutes and acknowledged Dan's presence with a cursory hello. In a near demure way, Manya served snacks and coffee for all. Only Deen could feel her inner wickedness and he loved her for feeling that way. That naughtiness was going to be the source of his erotic living.
In less than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottle of scotch brought by Dan. Desh drank at double the pace of Dan and Dan made no attempt to match the alcoholic Desh. Instead his looks always travelled towards Manya's ass and breasts whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his room to study but kept peeping into the living room where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the minute. He noticed Manya signalling to Dan to limit his drinks and Dan nodded, winking at the same time. His brother Binu also entered the house and a quick dinner followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not need to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual exchanges were conducted with total consensus and understanding and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to sleep. Though drunk, Desh hugged his wife and asked her to come to the bedroom, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents' room.
An hour later, he heard a rustle and peered from one corner of his bedsheet towards where his parents slept, ensuring that he did not move. Desh was in a randy mood and he had already stripped the clothes off his sexy wife. Manya's fair and throbbing body glistened in the partial darkness as her drunken husband began pawing her breasts roughly with both his hands, after positioning himself above her lying form. Manya surrendered with some degree of expectation. Deen could make out his mother's naked glory in the semi darkness and deep sucking sounds of his Dad suckling his mother's full breasts like a child could also be heard. Manya's moans were more out of discomfort than arousal and Deen could make that out in a moment. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw it. Desh didn't bother to ascertain whether his son was asleep and Manya of course was totally unconcerned either way. In less than a minute after some hurried foreplay, Desh mounted his naked wife with his son peering in curiousity just a few feet away from them. Deen couldn't make out the dimensions of his father's dick, but he saw him try out some forceful movements which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his oversexed Mom had just begun to moan in arousal. It was all over in a minute. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife quivering in frustrated nakedness. Manya continued to lie naked on her back, hands buried deep into her dripping snatch and she may have thought that Deen was asleep.
Deen could not have been more awake and alive to the needs of his beautiful mother. However he had to simply continue watching and stroking his dick while his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her check on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's events. She strode right out of the room in slow deliberate steps, stark naked and without a care in the world. Her broad hips and fleshy buttocks were silhouetted erotically in the extra dim light while her naked breasts shone in splendour everytime some reflected light from the open window bounced off them. She was a beauty in distress and she happened to be his own mother. The beauty was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her hubby's limp dick could only manage to stoke her lust fires. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her lush, naked frame disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realised Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin to arrive. An hour later, Manya stumbled into the bedroom and Deen watched his well fucked mom slip naked right under the bedsheet. What a day it had been for the horny housewife. And she slept with her hand still caressing her pussy mound and remained in that naked, curling posture until she awoke.
Manya awoke first next morning and started it as usual with her morning flash for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the main door dressed just in the same blue transparent saree without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five year old stud milkman was caught unawares by this wanton display. Her naked boobs showed clearly in all their glory and her ass was better than fully naked. It was just a flimsy, sheer piece of cloth pretending to cover her voluptuous body and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the milk and turned around to reveal the awesome glory of her full ass to the world fo one full minute. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to begin coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that single saree on her well ravished body. Dan had fucked his horny cousin in every conceivable posture the previous night and together they came atleast five times. It would have been a day of marathon fucking for any other woman, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit heavy in the hip as if some surplus lust still lingered in that well stacked body. She suddenly heard a soft rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's young and cheerful face. He had a packet of milk in his hands and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached out to take the packet. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this fall, the stud tried to hold the falling lady and he held out both his palms, in the process ending up with both her full, almost naked breasts in his hands. Manya felt bolts of electricity shoot through her nipples as he straightened her. His hands were still on her heaving boobs and he made no effort to remove them. Manya too did not say a word but stood still, allowing the moment to take over. There she stood, naked for all purposes, a horny housewife early in the morning, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's hands began to knead and squeeze slowly, bringing life into those mounds and waves of pleasure into Manya's lust triggered body. The saree was fighting a losing battle and slowly fell right off her shoulders, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an inch above her bush, which was clearly visible through the treacherous blue saree. Manya stood still as the youth kept one hand in caressing motion on her left breast while he ran the right one all over her waist, hips, belly and poked into her navel. His strong fingers reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding his head in her hands and briging it down for a hot, long and tongue tying kiss. His youthful passion and the mischief of the early morning breeze on her glowing skin may have forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.
The young milkman understood the lady's state and without any further delay, he placed the aroused, almost nude housewife on the doorstep of her kitchen with her head inside, leaving her fleshy, glorious and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her kness kneeling outside the door. The stud placed himself right behind her lush ass and gave some readying squeezes to those quivering globes o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the position brought about the dormant lust in her like no other posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like a bitch in heat and almost mewled in arousal as his strong, young dick began examining its entry route into that seething cunt. A sudden thrust ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its speed and vigour. Then thrust after thrust followed at lightning speed, almost akin to a dog mating its bitch in the peak of the mating season. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her hips and his hands reached out to maul her swinging boobs with the vigour of an athlete. It was the kind of boob mauling she craved for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She was ready to surrender her soul for this quality of fucking. Her forced stifling of her screams drove his passion to further heights as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a licentious thrill to both and more so in Manya's case. She continued to enjoy the furiously paced ramming this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his grip and her boobs felt like they would get torn apart from her juicy body. But deep within, her loins, pussy bud and walls screamed in delight at this special pounding in the special place, right on the doorstep.
Her sounds were only too familiar to her son Deen. Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan's room for a peek. Not finding her there, he thought that she may have decided to take her long postponed bath. Seeing even the bathroom empty, he followed the sounds that he began to hear and walked right into the kitchen. The animalisic fucking of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise him, but the doggie style adopted yet again and the bitch like body language of his well stacked Mom during her licentious liaison stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising lust from behind the refrigerator as his lovely mother gave herself to this stranger like a wanton bitch in the wee hours of the morning. The stud shot his load, Manya screamed her way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own moans as he shot a huge load of sperm onto the refrigerator side. He saw the milkman put his dick away even as his well fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare floor outdoors, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorstep supported her sexy waist as she lay spreadeagled, breathing heavily from the exertion. Her face wore a smile of satisfaction and lying in hat pose, with the flimsy saree still bunched up around her hips, she looked a true slut. Deen found this slut look in his mother as being ethereal and closer to nature and truth.
He left the kitchen in a hurry when he saw her attempting to get up. He rushed into the bathroom, knowing that he might be denying his semen filled mother a chance at the loo.He brought his cock out again and pumped its hardness, recollcting the morning's depravity. He kept jerking off, the image of his mother's near nude form lying on the kitchen threshold, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.
Mother Manya on the other hand rose and steadied herself by holding the door. She kept the saree bunched around her hips with her left hand holding thegarment around her crotch area. She looked a ravishing sight as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big form of Dan.
"I knew you would be about early", whispered Dan, holding her naked shoulders and not even questioning her on her state of undress.
"Oh Dan," whimpered Manya meekly as she allowed him to hold her by her naked waist and lead him over to the dining table. His hands slipped lower to hold her by the asscheeks and the dampness there certainly took him by surprise.
Manya simply allowd Dan to carry on leading her till they reached the dining table. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her full ass and laid her, back down on the table. Manya let him recline her head and back while he had her thighs and legs stretched out of the table. He drew her shapely thighs around his hips and tugged her saree away, divesting himself of his trunks in the process. Manya was nude and outstretched now, her luscious ass resting on the edge of the dining table, with her cousin's dick already testing her pussy entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the hips, and continued to remain wordless as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their bodies so close to each other that Manya whispered " "Now Dan, in this place?"
"Yes dear. I have to leave by the 8 am flight and you look eminently fuckable this morning. What has come over you?"
"Just fuck me now darling cousin. We'll talk later, " whispered the ever lusty housewife.
In that intimate position, the two of them had a long, leisurely fuck, driven by some confidence that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculosly obvious place. They fucked and fucked, for ten long minutes with his hands squeezing and unsqueezing her charged up hips and his palms occasionally rising to cup and knead her trembling breasts. They looked great together as they orgasmed in unison, in one deliriously gradual wave, beads of sweat decorating both their faces. The beast bent to kiss his beauty for one last time that day. The beauty accepted his post ravishment kiss with smiling amorousness. Five minutes later she detached herself from his clasp, letting her legs drop down but still spread them lewdly on the table. Dan bent nd placed a long, lingering kiss, right on her pussy, makng her gasp and moan all over again.
He left her in that naked, well ravished state on her dining table.
Manya's morning had got off to a rousing beginning with two superlative bouts of sex. One was hard and fast with a young stud, while the other was a gradual, mutually seeking love making session with her cousin. The delicacy of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zone, which was her hips and ass package. The entire mass of flesh was damp from sweat and semen. Her crotch and inner thighs were completely sticky and an ooze path had formed right down to her knee. Her pussy had been pulverised since the previous morning by four different men and she was feeling full down there as if it were a repository of sperm, of the dry, semi dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all kinds. The voluptuous mother of two sons felt deliciously juicy all over and her body ached more out of pleasurable impulses rather than any fatigue. Two explosive fucks in half an hour between quarter to six and quarter past six in the morning was a dream for any thirty six year old woman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply horny as Manya.
She heard no audible sounds of movement in the house other than Dan in his bathroom and he would leave any minute now for his flight. She realised she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her pussy, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after load of semen deposit. She began to like this stickiness because it made her feel very sexy and did not allow her to take her mind off sex. Of late she hated to think of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must clean up for the new day. Lying naked on her dining table with a somewhat satisfied glow all over her body, she kept smiling to herself with her hand around her pussy mound, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to have it the most. Her famous blue saree was lying on a chair next to the table and her eyes fell on it. That brought her out of her reverie and suddenly the total lewdness of her present state struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right hand on her pussy mound, she picked up her saree and threw as much of it around her as possible without any wearing pattern, almost like she was throwing a bedsheet around herself. But this being a lot more transparent than a bedsheet, her full and glowing body still stood magnificently revealed. Her well moulded and well caressed breasts jiggled with every sexy step she took towards her bedroom. Her walk was sheer erotic poetry in motion and befitted the brush of a master artist. Her body was more or less covered but the careless way in which she draped the saree left her entire creamy back open right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitors or viewers at that time. Two of the visitors had already fucked her half way to heaven. But she was wrong about the viewers.
Deen had finished his mammoth jerk off in the toilet and came out of the bathroom and prepared to go to his room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't bother to disturb his snoring father. He looked at him and felt almost sorry for him. He felt sorry for his mother too, but there was a conceptual shift in his sentiment in each case. He tiptoed out of the room rather casually but stooped dead in his tracks just one step out of the door. What he saw in the living room shocked the senses out of him. His lovely Mom, whom he had seen getting nailed by the milkman early that morning was bidding farewell to her cousin and his uncle. It was the method of farewell that was unique for his adolescent eyes. They were both at the main door and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping her face fully and lavishing her cheeks and eyes with long wet kisses. Manya kept purring and returning his kisses with her very own juicy ones. Hiding behind the curtain, Deen peeped at the licentious couple with a pounding heart. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most ludicrous fashion, concealing her in parts and revealing her in other parts. From his angle, he could make out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's hands crept up his mother's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a near romantic way. Her face was still on his face in a luxurious, long tongue exploration, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's dick to yet another state of absolute hardness. Something similar must have happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her knees, the action causing her saree to fall right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in front of Dan at their main door, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mumble something as his horny mother quickly brought out his cock and gulped it with a greedy moan. For the next few minutes Dan only kept stroking his bursting dick as he watched his mother's head bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's cock. Her movements gathered speed and his stroking followed suit. Deen suddenly looked back in alarm at his sleeping father when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the adulterous sight in the living room, only to see his Mom's head going up and down at wild speed and his uncle's hands clutching her hair and head in a strong, passionate grip.
The whole sight was supremely erotic right up to the moment of Dan's huge release. Deen saw the gradual slowing of Manya's head over his uncle's tool accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his mother's lovely black haired head. The grip was released and so was Manya. Dan raised his beautiful, naked cousin to her feet and looked at her face which was well covered with his cum. Her mouth, lips, nose and cheeks were coated thickly with his seed and she looked fondly into his eyes. Some spurts had also landed on her beautiful long hair above her forehead.Their mouths met again for yet another deep kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trousers and secured his belt mumbling out a good bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the main door to leave, but after unfastening the door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin for one last passionate kiss. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude mother at the half open door. The sight made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would enter the house. The final kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully naked housewife lasted one full minute before the almost open main door. It was broken only by the sound of a car emerging out of the neighbour's house. Manya shut the door on her cousin hurriedly and grabbed her saree in the same motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing the house rather quiet, she sighed in relief and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the idea of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her intention and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the bathroom and locked himself in. A few minutes later he pretended to flush the toilet and walked out of the bathroom as if he had just finished.
The whole sight was supremely erotic right up to the moment of Dan's huge release. Deen saw the gradual slowing of Manya's head over his uncle's tool accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his mother's lovely black haired head. The grip was released and so was Manya. Dan raised his beautiful, naked cousin to her feet and looked at her face which was well covered with his cum. Her mouth, lips, nose and cheeks were coated thickly with his seed and she looked fondly into his eyes. Some spurts had also landed on her beautiful long hair above her forehead.Their mouths met again for yet another deep kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trousers and secured his belt mumbling out a good bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the main door to leave, but after unfastening the door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin for one last passionate kiss. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude mother at the half open door. The sight made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would enter the house. The final kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully naked housewife lasted one full minute before the almost open main door. It was broken only by the sound of a car emerging out of the neighbour's house. Manya shut the door on her cousin hurriedly and grabbed her saree in the same motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing the house rather quiet, she sighed in relief and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the idea of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her intention and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the bathroom and locked himself in. A few minutes later he pretended to flush the toilet and walked out of the bathroom as if he had just finished.
He looked into the room and experienced yet another surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up position on the bed, covered fully by the bedsheet. The bedsheet covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her eyes were closed and she was huddled up under the sheet very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping body as was apparent from the outline she made. Deen saw her blue saree lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a start when he realized that his mom was naked under the covers and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained body around his sleeping father and had already begun to snooze. The vision was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful mother's foxiness and sheer abandonment. She knew that her son would emerge from the bathroom but didn't care. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin a delicious, wholesome blowjob early in the morning followed by extra passionate farewell kisses in naked abandon before a half open main door. If it wasn't for the sound of the car, they might have grabbed another fast fuck, felt Deen. By now he had come to expect the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.
It could have been the afterglow of two resounding fucks and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep for a full hour, cuddling her naked, well used body up to her heavy sleeping hubby. She awoke almost alongwith Desh, heaving her hips away from him and looking into his eyes. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she was more accustomed to his snarls and curses. Heart leaping with a surge of joy, she leaned her head forward to kiss him on his lips. Desh wasn't much of a kisser and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The normally reluctant hubby allowed his wife to take over, but only for a while. For a full two minutes, Manya licked and sucked her hubby's lips and tongue, tracing wet lines all over his cheeks too. Desh felt a charge run through his body as he realised that his beautiful wife tasted strange and different. He felt her breasts under the sheet and encountered their naked glory. He gave a couple of quick squeezes which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to coax an erection out of him first thing in the morning. He also knew that she liked to sleep naked after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their night's love making. But the moment his wife reached below to cup his balls through his night clothes, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.
"What happened"?, asked Manya. His jumping out of bed had caused the bedsheet to get disarranged from Manya's lush body and the entire right side of her body, from her soft toe upwards, past her ample thigh, one full breast and half her neck lay exposed to delicious viewing. Manya didn't make an effort to cover her side fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.
"I've been called at 10 am to the office and it's already 8 o'clock", he grunted.
"But today is the Holi festival and a holiday", she stated with a puzzled look.
"The festival of colours be damned, we marketing guys have no holidays", he muttered again irritably.
"Ohhh!" sighed Manya in some frustration as she watched her hubby make a move into the bathroom. Her right side was still exposed and naked as Desh closed the door without even a glance at the tantalising form of his nude wife under the covers.
Still lying idle, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her left hand moved slowly beneath the covers to cup her mound and a slow, involuntary caress began of her cum rained pussy. She could herself feel the strong odour of her ravished, unwashed body. The odour did not repulse her.If anything she wanted it to linger as long as possible, even on this new day.
Suddenly her younger son Binu burst into the room announcing the Holi festival with the joy that it would be a holiday. "Mom good morning, Happy Holi", he wished her cheerfully.
"Good morning and Happy Holi to you too dear", Manya wished her son back, forgetting her exposed state and still letting her concealed left hand caress her pussy. The suddenness of her son's entry and his involvement with the holiday diverted Manya's attention to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As he did every morning, he bent forward to kiss his mother on the cheek and due to the holiday happiness, his kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking sound on her rosy cheeks. She had massaged all of her cousin Dan's cum into her cheeks and with her son's powerful kiss on them, she experienced a jolt deep inside her which brought a fresh wave of juices into her loins and onto her caressing fingers. Her left hand continued to caress her wet pussy under the covers as she returned Binu's kiss with only a slightly flushed face.
"I'll be going over to some friend's place for celebrating and won't be back until late afternoon Mom", Binu announced, half seeking her permission. His hand sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his luscious mother's exposed body this side of the covers. His boyish eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and instead of kneading his favourite ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's exposed side fully and rushed out of the bedroom after another peck on her forehead. Manya was about to say yes to his half request when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearance. Fully embarrassed, she felt the blood course through her voluptuous body at a suddenly enhanced pace. She didn't even realize it but her hand continued to caresss her pussy, as it did, right through the brief conversation with her little son.
Manya went into the toilet naked the moment her husband came out and proceeded to brush her teeth, sitting on the toilet seat to pee at the same time. The flow relieved her and as she bent to wash herself, she reflected for a moment and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd wash her pussy and body thoroughly after Desh left the house when she'd have more time. Stepping out of the bathroom naked she quickly donned her petticoat and took the same blue transparent saree to wear since she'd have to discard it soon before her bath. She chose a white sleeveless low cut blouse and again wore it without a bra since there was not much time for her bath anyway. Knowing that her husband and kids were waiting for their morning coffee, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen and prepared some hot coffee in efficient time.
Deen was already ready and so was Binu, since he had planned to leave even before breakfast. Desh normally had his bath after his morning coffee and breakfast. Holi celebrations began early every time since people had to end the colour and water dunking feast atleast by noon so as to give their coloured and drenched bodies time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all barriers were broken in respect of age, relationship and sex. People mingled and revelled in applying coloured powder and coloured water on each other to celebrate unity and joy. The atmosphere was festive, cheery and very physical too with both men and women drenching each other with coloured water and also hosing one another with water pipes. Objections and inhibitions of any sort were simply not entertained nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was a day to break loose and enjoy themselves. Her son Binu left for his friend's place after his coffee and Deen, being less gregarious, preferred to read in his room. Manya heard the door being banged and realised it was the neighbourhood boys insisting that the door be opened so that they could apply colours on all of them. Desh found this extremely irritating and he shouted at them to leave. Moreover he had to bathe and leave for work. He rushed into the bathroom, noting the time on the clock.
The boys continued to ring the bell and bang the door while Desh was in the bath. Manya knew them all. They were well behaved students and not one of them was above 18 years of age. Though interaction was not frequent, they were all quite charmed by her and she was reasonably fond of them.
"Open up Mrs. M, today is Holi", they all yelled in unison and excitement. "You can't escape us today ", screamed Salman, the tallest and strongest of them as he banged the door hard.
Manya was somewhat amused and also worried that they may break open the door. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bath, he was safe from any colour onslaught. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic boys before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to open the door. Her breasts swayed in a sexy pendulous motion as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her full and well rounded shoulders and strongly fleshed arms. Little wisps of armpit hair flashed exotically whenever she raised those arms. Her fully revealed midriff glowed in all its fairness and her sexy navel opened up and closed with every step of Manya. Her massive asscheeks showed a saucy bounce in keeping with her sprightly step as she reached over and opened the door.
It was more like hell breaking loose. The four young students dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the strongest went right behind her and hugged her fully from behind in an attempt to hold and tie her hands so that she was immobilised. His cock rubbed against her full asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her hands firmly against her belly. One of them applied colour on Manya's rosy cheeks and kept caressing it continuously. The second guy was more aggressive as he used both his hands to gather colour and run them right down Manya's fleshy body right from her neck, over her heaving boobs, all over her creamy waist, thighs and even feet. The one caressing Manya's face shifted his pawing to her fair and full shoulders and the color red covered them too in no time, including her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the time, in half joy. Deen continued to watch in shock as the four intruders pawed and mauled his voluptuous mother all over under the pretext of color. The one behind her, Salman was having a field day, digging his cock and lower body right into Manya's wide and fleshy backside and also bending over her face to look down so that she didn't free her arms. Not that Manya tried hard. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this attack. Her entire resistance appeared half hearted. The youth applying colour on Manya's front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full minute, giving himself direct gropes of her full boobs over her braless blouse.
Manya's nipples shot to erection and the dual pressure of the boob mauling and the dick impact on her rear sent wild waves of lust all over the body which was so well fucked just a few hours ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands free. Nor did he withdraw his dick from ramming into her ass every time it wriggled during her movements. His face was over Manya's neck and Deen could swear that he saw Salman kiss his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once but many times. With his Mom's breasts being squeezed on and off and her midriff getting pawed strongly, those few minutes seemed like a powerful dream for Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting extra strong with his squeezing and suddenly all the action caused the top half of her sheer saree to fall off. There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother, getting felt and pressed in a state of semi nakedness displaying her breasts and belly to four horny youths who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to pounce on their wet dream aunt. When the saree fell off to reveal her breasts almost fully through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in front took a daring step. He dipped his hands in wet colour and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering breasts, fully caressing their cups and squeezing them in short bursts so that it didn't look deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her naked and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her mind blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breath and wet kisses around her neck and earlobes. She let the other guy have his moments with her breasts and belly, letting them squeeze and maul the creamy curves. In that state of delirium she didn't even notice the look of aroused shock on her son's face. She had almost turned limp when the last youth who was standing with a pail of water poured it right over Manya's head, drenching her from head to toe. It was a sight so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks to gape and admire the absolute sexuality of this beautiful woman. Fully wet, she looked like a lust goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a manner which revealed the curves and fleshy spots of her body in full glory. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could have been labelled as the molestation of the century, especially since this was conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom.
Manya's nipples shot to erection and the dual pressure of the boob mauling and the dick impact on her rear sent wild waves of lust all over the body which was so well fucked just a few hours ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands free. Nor did he withdraw his dick from ramming into her ass every time it wriggled during her movements. His face was over Manya's neck and Deen could swear that he saw Salman kiss his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once but many times. With his Mom's breasts being squeezed on and off and her midriff getting pawed strongly, those few minutes seemed like a powerful dream for Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting extra strong with his squeezing and suddenly all the action caused the top half of her sheer saree to fall off. There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother, getting felt and pressed in a state of semi nakedness displaying her breasts and belly to four horny youths who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to pounce on their wet dream aunt. When the saree fell off to reveal her breasts almost fully through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in front took a daring step. He dipped his hands in wet colour and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering breasts, fully caressing their cups and squeezing them in short bursts so that it didn't look deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her naked and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her mind blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breath and wet kisses around her neck and earlobes. She let the other guy have his moments with her breasts and belly, letting them squeeze and maul the creamy curves. In that state of delirium she didn't even notice the look of aroused shock on her son's face. She had almost turned limp when the last youth who was standing with a pail of water poured it right over Manya's head, drenching her from head to toe. It was a sight so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks to gape and admire the absolute sexuality of this beautiful woman. Fully wet, she looked like a lust goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a manner which revealed the curves and fleshy spots of her body in full glory. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could have been labelled as the molestation of the century, especially since this was conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom.
Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened the door deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the ideal opportunity. It all took two minutes but the effect on Deen was a lifelong source of jerk off material. He was itching to run into the bathroom for it but decided to wait until his sexy mother atleast adjusted her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all good bye in her wet and exposed glory. Again Deen could swear that Salman had managed a quick kiss on her lips before he left.
The four youthful marauders left her door and Manya shut it with a mixed feeling. She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the bath. Yet she felt a tingling in her loins and an ache in her breasts from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her full consent. The simultaneous pressure of four pairs of hands and one dick on her extra wholesome body under the pretext of festivity did its own things to her bodily responses and right now she had lost all the traces of satiety which the two mind blowing orgasms with the milkman and her cousin had given her. Instead her crotch and pussy experienced a rejuvenated itch from all the youthful caressing she received. The itch was now spreading all over her inner thighs - such was the impact of raw energy on her mature voluptuous body. After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto the floor, her saree still off her shoulders, her body still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighbourhood painter and photographer. Sam was a sensitive and soft spoken kid next door who always had that adulatory look in his eyes but not that raw passion. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his perspective was also a bit distant and appreciative rather than physical, which was what most people who came into contact with Manya became.
Deen saw his mother slumping onto the floor and was concerned.
"Mom, are you OK?", he called out and rushed to her side. He held her bare shoulders and wondered whether she was going to swoon. Luckily Manya was experiencing just a passing bout of exhaustion and she looked into her son's eyes and smiled at him, loving the fact that he was concerned.
"Let's go to the bedroom Mom", he said as he tried to help her to her feet. Manya allowed him to help her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her full cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his face. Deen was still on his knees as he helped his mother to stand up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the centre of a fully open, huge midriff stared right into his face, barely a couple of inches from his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose poke her navel, making Manya shudder again for a second. Deen rose and placed his arms right around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the bedroom. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to release her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly exposed body. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist flesh and its amazing elasticity and with a hardening cock, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's face for a second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the bathroom door opening and rushed out of the room, clutching his erection, leaving his father to confront his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed, with her saree top thrown aside, her expansive midriff and belly spread out to any body's gaze.
Deen came out of the bath, fully dressed and was stunned to see his half naked wife, wantonly spread out, wet and tired on the bed. He took one look at her lush frame and cursed. "Why the hell did you have to open the door"? "Have you gone mad"? "Or are you dumb"? "I'll teach those guys a lesson for breaking into my house", he ranted. Manya, whose hands were almost about to move towards her pussy, got back to her senses on hearing her husband's screams. "It's all right. They are just boys and it's Holi. We have to be a part of the neighbourhood at least on festive occasions. Leave it", she reasoned.
Desh was pacified when he heard his wife's calm voice and he bent down, gave her a quick kiss on her throbbing lips and left for the door, uttering a loud good bye. He would not be back until late evening.
The main door clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's hand went slowly to her crotch. It was spontaneous, built on years of experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly recollected the morning's adventure, dwelling a few moments longer on Salman's vigorous thrusts on her saree covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her pussy through her thin saree and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting kisses on her neck, cheeks, earlobes and finally her lips. The finesse with which her sexy body was manhandled by four studs, without the slightest room for complaint left her astounded and deep within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the women in the area.
Deen entered the bedroom after his father's departure more to check on his Mom's condition. He needed no further proof of her well being the moment he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her pussy through her saree. He heaved a sigh of relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.
"Mom would you like to have a bath"? he asked her, more in a whisper, close to her ear.
The pussy caressing mother slowly opened her eyes and told her son that it may be better to wait until noon till the entire neighbourhood is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not take repeated baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from the mound she was caressing with much care. Deen left her on the bed and noted the time. It was just half past nine and the festival was still young. However he headed towards his room for a bit of reading, thinking that his Mom needed a rest.
Manya rested but only for a few minutes. She realized that there was some washing of clothes to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulders. It remained off her shoulders when Manya picked up all the clothes from the bathroom and shoved them into the washing machine. It remained off her shoulders when Manya threw her white blouse of yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained off her shoulders when Manya contemplated whether the saree she was wearing needed to go into the machine. Since there were a few hours still left for her bath, she decided not to remove her saree and clicked the washing machine on. The sudden activation of the machine when her hands were still on it, sent a throbbing right through her lusty body. She sat down next to the machine, her left hand on the machine and the right hand inside her pussy, probing through her saree. For a full ten minutes she caressed herself to the electrical rhythm, thrusting her fingers right through the garment into her soaked pussy and orgasmed with a shrill moan.
Deen heard the shrill moan and ran into the room, wondering what happened. His entry was soundless and therefore he was witness to his mother's half naked form next to the machine, heaving and panting with the last bursts of orgasm shuddering through her full body. "What a horny woman", thought the amazed son of Manya.
Manya had just begun to relax from the surrogate release she had just experienced. She heard another ring of the door bell. Deen answered the door and came to tell Manya that all the inmates of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbouring building. A total of fifty invitees were expected, from the families of all friends. A few games were also planned to make the show lively. Manya agreed to come along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to change out of her present attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of further drenching, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a second in the mirror and saw that her clothes stuck to her body, wetly caressing her sexy curves and made her look rather provocative. She quickly shook the thought from her mind reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless shoulders, she left the house alongwith her elder son towards the next door terrace.
In the elevator heading upwards to the terrace were two other families and then there was Salman. Manya met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya's gaze too with a twinkle in his eyes. On the terrace, everyone's eyes were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since most of them had come prepared for a morning of fun and games. About twenty women and thirty five men of all ages graced the occasion. Manya was the prize pick amongst the women and the fact that she came without her husband did not help matters. Every dick on the terrace was erect within minutes of Manya's entry, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.
In the first game, everyone was made to sit in a circle and one person would run around with a handkerchief in hand. He would drop the handkerchief behind any person's back and that one had to discover it, pick it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind someone else's behind. Sam ran around first and after three rounds dropped it behind Manya's sexy back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a circle. As she ran, her big breasts under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with exaggerated energy. Her wet saree hugged her huge buttocks and they jiggled sexily with every step she took. If viewed in slow motion, Manya's run would have been the raunchiest run of all time for the sheer sexual energy it conveyed. She took three circles and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind sexy Manya's ass. Manya didn't notice it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to look behind her ass. She did so and rose with the handkerchief in hand. She ran around and dropped it this time behind Salman. Salman was almost expecting it. He took two rounds and again dropped it behind Manya's lush behind. Manya rose and began her dick stiffening run with her voluptuous body bouncing and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all. It was soon very clear that Manya was the dropping target because everyone wanted to see her sexy body in motion. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She was hoping someone would realise. Salman did and he suggested they play a different game called punishment. Manya sighed and looked at him in relief and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet loins again.
In this game the youngest member had to pick a name from lots drawn and that name would have to meet with a punishment decided by the youngest member again. Deen being the youngest picked up a name and much to everyone' surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and read out the selected punishment. "Make snacks for all fifty people in half an hour. Select one person to help you." Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a moment, wondering whom to pick for help. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not quick enough to help her in this kind of job. Noticing Salman's bright look in her direction, she pointed her dainty finger in his direction. With a roar, everyone directed the couple to the kitchen in the basement, where the items for sandwich preparation lay. Nobody else was allowed to enter the basement and it would mean a foul with further punishment.
Manya and Salman rushed into the elevator in a hurry and Salman pressed the door shut, clicking the basement button. Deen watched in interest as he saw his mother's fleshy posterior disappear into the lift alongwith Salman. Her creamy back with the saree right down to her ass was the last he saw of his juicy mom for the next half an hour. He also saw Salman place his hand on his mother's ass just before closing the elevator door, as if ushering her in.
The moment the elevator door shut, Manya felt Salman's hands grab her breasts through the braless blouse. Without a moment's warning he proceeded to maul them, much in the same way she experienced in the morning. Her saree was half off and he dipped his head down to kiss her roughly on her wet lips. "What are you doing Salman," she hissed.
"Mrs. M, don't stop me. I have been dying to pleasure your lovely body the day I saw you. Today you will love it, I assure you".
"We don't have time Salman. Snacks have to be made", she protested. her protest was meek because his squeezing of her half exposed breasts had already started the juice factory in her loins. A steady drip began and her protests thereafter were merely symbolic. Even before the elevator reached the basement, he had her saree right off her lush body and he ushered her out of the lift, saree in hand towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a soul there as per the game. On his cell phone, he rang up the local restaurant owned by his own family and ordered them to deliver fifty packets of sandwiches within twenty minutes at the basement. Putting the phone away, he looked at her full body, clad only in petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny housewife by the shoulders and threw her on the basement floor in one quick motion, raising her petticoat over her thighs. One hand mauled her breast while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond mention in double quick time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and flipped herself around, presenting her round, full ass to the young stud who had pawed her so strongly this morning. He had also agreed to help her in the game and that made her more grateful. She bent on all fours and shook her ass at him as if to express her gratitude.Things happened in seconds as Salman, who already had his dick out, positioned himself behind the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite right given the situation. Manya took his thrusts with gasps and yelps initially. As the powerful pistoning into her pussy assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful woman who was the wet dream of the neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to bury their dicks into this lusty woman's pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon like boobs. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in the morning but here, he was making up with a vengeance. Boobs and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten minute busrt of passion which made Manya's head spin and cunt go wild with secretion. Her fleshy hips and full breasts got the 'real man treatment' from the stud and Manya screamed in lust at every thrust of his manhood. The alarm in his cellphone rang to signal the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly aroused wife's lewdly presented pussy. "Bitch, take it, " he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all over her ass and inside her heated love nest.
Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the heat of his lust. When their combined passions receded, they heard the basement bell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up his trousers and went to pick up the snacks which would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the voice of Salman's father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some decision being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly "Not now" "Maybe a blowjob if there's time"... and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his pants. Sounds of something being unpacked came from the other side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said "We have fifteen more minutes and my Dad is finishing the snack arrangements. We'll not be late."
He entered her spreadeagled pussy again missionary style, forcing her legs up in the air. Manya was like a rag doll in this stud's hands but she loved his fucking. It was heavenly and hard. "What were you telling your father"? asked Manya inbetween Salman's humping motions.
"Nothing great. He asked whether there was time for him to fuck you. I told him there was no time. But maybe you can think of a blowjob can't you? he replied rather casually. Manya nodded almost immediately and quickly bit her tongue.
"My goodness Manya, what are you truning into", she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to enjoy the second fuck Salman was throwing into her hungry, aroused cunt. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her body all over and sending her into a supercharged state of lust. Manya gave herself up to his manly assault and continued to milk his dick with her cunt until they both came together in a shattering orgasm. Her second orgasm in less than thirty minutes with a first time lover seemed so familiar, pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no longer strange to the adulterous woman and mother.
With just five minutes left, Salman loaded the snack cart into the elevator and signalled to her to wrap up and move. Sh draped her saree again over her well fucked body and moved towards the lift. On the way she almost instantaneously reached out towards Salman's Dad crotch, gave it a fond squeeze and said "Your son has got some force Dad. Is this where it all came from?".
The old man could take it no more. Less than two minutes were left for the couple to reappear on the terrace. He grabbed Manya's face and gave one long, wet kiss right on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went limp, her hand continuously caressing his organ through the pants. It was Salman's shout that forced the new couple apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and nasty. The elevator began its upward movement with the snack cart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a minute dove right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped his lips straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya gasped in astonishment for the next thirty seconds as her young stud slurped her well fucked pussy like a true lover. Her juices flowed in gratification and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the moment the elevator door opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the cheers of fifty people.
Their flushed faces told a tale but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful face now. It was just the number of orgasms that he couldn't guess from her horny face. The ease with which Manya carried herself throughout the snack session despite all that her body had been through in the past few hours left Deen wondering and he developed some awe for his beautiful mother's ability.
The snack session had almost reached its end when one of the members cried out "foul foul". Everyone looked in his direction. He was holding a restaurant tag in his hand which he discovered stuck to the base of his sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under instructions to remove all traces of evidence that the food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to have overlooked just one packet. The error margin was small but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering decided a light hearted punishment for Manya, since even getting caught was part of the game. Deen was asked to decide on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to take a skipping rope and carry out thirty skips without a break.
Protesting with a laugh, Manya took the rope and began skipping. Her saree was still quite damp and it stuck to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her full, unhindered breasts danced and jumped in tandem with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lusty, mind blowingly erotic sight, watching the wet, mature woman skip in front of an audience of fifty. Deen realised his folly in fixing that penalty for his luscious mother. But it was too late. Moreover the sight excited him no end. He lost count of her skips and kept gaping, just as everyone on the terrace did. Manya reached ten without any problem. Slowly, the top half of her saree or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by the time the sexy mother reached count fifteen, it fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crowd in pin drop silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous charms of the fully exposed woman in their presence. Her low worn saree was right at her hip bone, and the full, huge midriff with the juicy wet navel was ripplingly revealed. Her wholesome midriff flesh jiggled alongwith her melon like breasts with the nipples very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by her ample meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to look normal because any stopping would mean that she would have to start skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with arousal and he suddenly shouted " thirty", not knowing whether she actually skipped thirty times or not. Nobody objected and the game was over, leaving every male organ on the terrace aching and throbbing. The voluptuous mother heaved a sigh of relief and readjusted her pallu and waited as people came back to normalcy from that intensely erotic sight they had witnessed. Deen's heart was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on show and it was all carried on as a game. There could have been no better sight for a voyeur and he stored these images away in his mind for later use.
To break the ice after that lusty display by Manya, someone suggested that they all go to the large water tank on the yard below for some final dunking. Water dunking was usually the last item in a Holi celebration. On the way down many women sympathised with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and games. Some were awestruck too by the sheer sexuality she had projected. Salman's mother came across to her and said "Manya my dear, if I had an ass like yours, I would keep Salman's father at home whole day". Manya looked up at her with just a mild sense of guilt and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a gentle squeeze to Manya's enormous ass and walked away.
When the dunking began, it started with the older people. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their brittle bones. Many of the women were also dunked, with utmost care and sobriety. A few teenage girls were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to scream, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those girls. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his voluptuous mother's turn was almost due. It was Salman's father who took the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into the tank when nobody else was in it. Fifty pairs of eyes took in Manya's wet, drippingly voluptuous form as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her saree stuck to her full curves and the rear portion dug into her ass crevice giving a clear picture, removing any sense of mystery about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pool and her full body rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of water in her deep navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their tongues out. Pin drop silence hung in the air again. Deen could however hear a resident mutter to himself, clutching his crotch, "Desh is a lucky bastard." The man standing next to him also heard him and he added a rejoinder, "Yup! Imagine going to bed daily with that hot piece of ass. She's built for fucking man." "I wonder if he's giving her all the cock she needs", snarled another man. "Yup, I agree, this hot Momma wouldn't be displaying herself this way if hubby dear was doing his job". "Just look at her. She won't mind it if she gets dryhumped right here", said another horny middleaged man, not noticing Deen's presence
Deen digested this vulgarity with a mixed sense of anger and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw little wrong in the ultimate physical expression of a mental urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would take it if all the men in the neighbourhood made a beeline for her when her husband was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The moment she rose from the tank, Salman himself carried her by her full waist and dunked her all over again. She squealed this time, liking the familiarity of his strong hands and even managed to drag him too into the tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pool, staggering to regain ground. In the process their bodies met, his crotch against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few seconds, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the total fondness the couple in the tank were displaying. The woman being his mother added a fiery spark to his thinking. For the next five minutes he watched and heard his squealing mother as man after man carried her and dunked her with regularity, some of them doing it more than once. He saw Salman's father discretely pawing his Mom's wet assglobes even as he was throing her lusciously wet body into the tank. Deen saw that gradually the men were freely groping and grabbing his sexy mother with every passing minute. The fact that she was only squealing in delight added to his weird thrill. He loved to see her pleasured just as much as she loved being pleasured. The festival gave full opportunity to the sex starved wife to lower her defences and she was taking full advantage of it, to the extreme arousal of her son. The robust gripping and pawing of his mother's full hips, exposed waist and half exposed breasts gave the proceedings a **** like resemblance but not for the voyeur son. When the men started taking a few extra liberties on her still unaware self, Manya felt that familiar tingle in her loins. This was not the place to give in to her urges. She struggled out of the last man's groping hands and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the nearest in the building. The festivities were as good as complete and people were clearing up.
"I need to pee Sam, and dry up a bit, she asked him.
Sam's eyes took in her wholsome, well stacked form and licking his lips, he led her into his house. Deen's eyes followed his mother's wet ass, which could have as well been naked. But it was lustier than naked and hornier than nude in that tightly clinging wet saree. He felt that he may like to give it a thorough spanking till she yelped.
Sam as he was affectionately called by friends was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist. He looked at Manya with his deep eyes taking in every ounce of her wet and lightly trembling body. The tremble was caused on account of the light breeze caressing her wet skin. He led Deen's mother inside his apartment and guided her to the bathroom. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the morning's activities and could take another half an hour. Recognizing Manya's urgency to take a pee and her equally urgent need to rid herself atleast of the drip in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for her hair. Manya tread softly on the carpet, hoping the colour water drip from her juicy body would not damage the carpet. Her whole body was coated in red, including her face. If she were to make a first appearance in this manner, none would recognize her by face. But now everyone in the area would recognise her by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her flaring ass with the big butt cups. Almost all the men would recognize her blindfolded by feel too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the neighbourhood wet dream and yet she maintained her own aura and control over things, managing to make everyone feel exclusive and special. In short nobody would fuck and tell on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.
The whole house was silent as Manya entered the bathroom and left the door open for Sam to bring the dryer later. She could have shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her saree around her waist, she sat with her naked asscheeks on the toilet. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping water from it and placed it around her knees in front, bunched up, but covering her thighs over the toilet seat. Then she removed the saree pallu from her shoulders and squeezed it too, draining all the water from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a throbbing in her loins. This time the throbbing relaxed only the pee pressure but retained the other pressure - the pressure of her accumulated horniness. The entire morning she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water and also experienced the exhibitionistic thrill of being on display during the little games. The whole series of events where she was treated as a pure lust object, but under the overall garb of dignity gave her a licentious thrill. The two robust fucks given by Salman did gratify her senses but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the skips where she felt fifty pairs of eyes simply boring into her luscious form. She did consider stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a wicked burst of horniness, she had continued. The dozens of hands that had felt her wet body up at the water tank only served to stimulate her desires higher and higher and she was fighting a valiant battle not to let her arousal show. Doing all this in front of her son Deen did bother her for a minute but she was sure that he would understand it was all part of the celebrations. Her peeing moments were also moments of sexual introspection and as the last few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy pussy, she felt decidedly horny and awakened.
In a bid to rise and flush the toilet, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam's sudden entry with the dryer made her drop the saree in her hand out of surprise. She lay seated on the toilet seat, saree spread around her thighs, toilet seat and reaching the floor. Her chest was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful breasts through the damp, thin blouse. They were swaying all over the place in near total exposure all morning and even her hardened nipples were titillatingly exposed to the world. But now in the silence of his bathroom, with two blouse buttons off, their generous cleavage made a mouth watering sight, as did Manya's awkward pose on the toilet seat in an even more awkward condition of having pissed and not flushed the toilet. She couldn't rise now, since Sam had already entered the bath and it would look embarrassing. She waited for Sam to understand her predicament and perhaps leave. She also noted the curious look in his eyes and followed their gaze to look at her own chest and boobs. She gasped when she saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The whole area from below her breasts down to six inches beneath her navel was fully open, with the smooth, fleshy curves forming a gentle fold around her waist. The fold was very arousing and Sam's artistic mind visualized a picture of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in various flimsy costumes.
"I'm sorry Mrs. M, I should have knocked", he stuttered. "I came to help you dry your hair", he said.
"You came to hand me the dryer or to help me dry my hair", smiled Manya at his confusion, forgetting that she had not adjusted her saree pallu.
"Well whatever you say Mrs. M, "said Sam, surprised at his own boldness and struggling to control his erection. Manya looked so delectable and sexy on the toilet seat and the delicacy of the situation added to the lustiness.
Manya looked cursorily at his crotch and smacked her lips. She also liked boys who fumbled sometimes. They looked cute. Here Sam was not only cute but the look of pure adulation in his eyes was touching. She understood the effect she was having on him with her lewd posture. "You can dry my hair if you feel like it Sam," she said much to his amazement.
Sam took up her offer and went behind Manya, dryer in hand. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet black hair. Manya made no change either to her sitting posture or her state of dress. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her full breasts and stiff nipples very generously to Sam, as a reward for his effort. Sam's dick came into near contact with Manya's head when he bent and ran the blower, holding her thick hair in his hands in artistic appreciation. The artist in him really rose to the occasion. He could have carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His dick hitting the side of Manya's face jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely difficult to sit idle with all the throbbing in her pussy, which was halfway into the loo. Her hand was placed at the lowest possible level on her abdomen and Manya was pained that she couldn't reach upto her now dripping cunt. The pressure of Sam's dick occasionally on her face was not helping matters at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to desperation. Her breathing turned heavy. Sam's hands were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her rising bosom and broad hips drove him to madness. The dirty posture, the unflushed toilet, the unwashed pussy and the horny mother of his friend, all made up a mindblowing source of dick tension for Sam. He switched off the dryer and caressed Manya's head. Manya was indeed waiting for some such initiative. She always did wait for the man to make the first move. She hated saying no to someone with initiative.
The moment Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his hands over to her full breasts and mauled them over his hands. She unhesitatingly reached below her body and yanked out her saree all the way up to her waist. Two hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the moment had come to extinguish some of it. As Sam's hands kneaded her breasts in steady rhythm she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the absolute need of this well mauled mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was able to take all that robust treatment and brazen exposure in the morning. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his dick all over her moaning face. She sobbed in arousal and on seeing the rock hard cock dangling before her eyes, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suck and lick it, doing more sucking than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her pussy began to cream and drip half way into the loo alongwith her lush ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her legs apart on either side of the commode. Sam understood her intent and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet seat cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her legs. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening cunt before him, the pussy juices having superimposed themselves on her urine smell. The mixture was rather heady and he dipped his head down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer lips in the process. Manya thrust her hips upwards in seething lust and gripped his head, dragging it into her boiling cunt. It was a vulgar sight of the horny housewife with her back on the toilet seat and her legs and hips wrapped around her teenage lover's head, high in the air. She felt a gnawing in her loins and she lowered her snatch from his face and spread her thighs wantonly on the seat in a half reclining pose. Sam needed no further invitation and he simply shoved his bursting cock into the horny mother's inviting cunt. The two of them started rapidly fucking each other. Sam wanted to please the voluptuous mother as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate thrusts, making sure that maximum penetration was achieved. He went on for a full five minutes before his teenage enthusiasm could not hold it any more. Manya could feel him cumming.
"Take it out, cum on my face", she hissed. "On me, On me, " she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the last second and sprayed Manya's face with his young seed.The first spurt hit her like a slap, the second like a stroke, the third like a caress and the fourth like a drop of rainfall. All spurts ended up messing up her face and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful features. Sam was absorbed to posterity.
The whole horny encounter took just half an hour and they both realized the need to move out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to tidy up. Manya looked at her face and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her face had removed much of the red color and her face was clearer and more recognizable than before. She decided there was no time to wash her face. There was no time to wash her pussy either and she simply downed her saree and walked daintily out towards the main door. As she was leaving the door, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to thank them for using their toilet. Deen was with them too. Deen could only speculate about the possibilities of his mother's adultery in the last half an hour but couldn't exactly put his finger on it. He was however happy that she could atleast wash her face a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the color was off. Of course she glowed and glowed.
If mother and son thought that the Holi festival was over, they were in for a surprise. The moment they entered their gate, they were blasted with a strong spray of water, which didn't stop for about one full minute. They couldn't make out the sprayer but Deen could vaguely make out the tall and athletic form of his best buddy Prem, whom he had invited over. Since Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could liven up the day. Prem missed the activities next door but managed to come late to wish them. And what a sight he saw. It was a purely harmless intention when he hosed them both and it was quite the done thing on Holi. But on seeing the state of his friend's mother after the drenching, his dick shot up in no time and he stood speechless, staring at the overwhelming burst of curves on the sexy woman before him. Deen noticed both his friend's astonishment and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the entire neighbourhood over the ample body of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no apparent effort at modesty on her part.
Manya didn't know how to respond to the fresh drenching received, this time from her son's best buddy. Prem was tall and athletic and many a time Manya wished that one of her sons would be like Prem, strong and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled, he would one day make some woman very happy. Maybe women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her soaking, she welcomed Prem in and decided to prepare lunch for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed woman into the house, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge back, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low saree and the few inches of blouse cover at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy, well used ass inside and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the food preparation. But before she could put her thought into action, she heard the noise of boys screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning home, not alone but with four of his friends, all aged 12. They were wild and joyous like all boys of that age and seemed hell bent on dragging others into their gaiety. She looked on in amused happiness as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a little water sprinkler on his face. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their antics. Their next target was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their best friend's own brother and not a stranger like Prem. One of them smothered his face, while another climbed onto his back and held him for others to spray water with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a full two minutes, but didn't want to shout at the kids. The moment they were through with Deen, they turned their attention to their best friend's mother. A greater surge of familiarity and affection surged forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her full body, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could encircle their hands. Their heads nuzzled her bosom repeatedly, while their hands kept circling and hugging her naked waist and back. Two of them withdrew to caress her face with colour. Manya bent a little lower to enable them to reach her face. Two boys concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted features, running their colour coated hands in designs around her cheeks, nose and neck. Within a few seconds Manya felt her saree top fall off while she was bent. She held the saree pallu one hand without covering herself up because the insistent boys did not give her the time to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.
Manya with her pallu off and bent in her thin, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously delicious sight for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to note whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a strong gaze and also saw Prem's dick stiffening in his tight jeans. Almost all of her breasts popped out of the blouse and they hung like juicy fruits for the plucking. Her smiling face retained its smile when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom from behind her slightly bent form. His hands sought her exposed belly button and his crotch thrust warmly into his favourite asscheeks. His color coated hands fingered her navel from behind an he continued to finger it till he was satisfied that it was filled with red color. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroking and the pressure of his warm body against her ass. Binu moved his hands from his Mom's big navel and ran them all over her creamy belly and exposed portion of her hips. That was a lot of flesh and area to cover if he had to color it fully. He ravished his mother's body with his joyous, festive touch, but the touch for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to retain a smile while two others were stroking her face and even coated her rosy lips in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused woman and she struggled to maintain normalcy in body language. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching groins and with the blood simply pumping their veins. Deen thought that he would burst a blood vessel. He shifted behind a wooden cabinet in the room and started stroking his dick from outside, hidden by the piece of furniture. In an equally randy state was the strong Prem who couldn't take any longer and he too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both friends looked at each knowing and understanding the other's condition. Deen also felt he had an inkling of the future.
The two friends watched Manya's ripe body being felt up in childlike glee and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the minute. It was clear that all the attention on her body was turning her very horny. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in mild anger towards her son, but to her discomfort two other kids who couldn't reach Manya's face now took over the vacancy created by Binu. Now two pairs of hands were squeezing the sexy mother's massive midriff from behind in full, absolute frenzy, but the horny woman could do nothing because they were kids and most certainly had no sexual intentions. She allowed them to feel and color her and relaxed her body. The moment she did that, she felt three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and his friend could spray water on Manya. At that moment, as fate would have it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thud on her big ass and lay flat on the floor, saree flung away from her chest, her nipples, breasts, the entire midriff almost upto her bush fully revealed to the world. She writhed around first and tried to rise but all five boys chose that moment to take out their plastic water sprinklers and spray water on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were aghast and Prem thought he heard a painful groan from his friend. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the front of his trousers a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to save embarrassment for both. Instead he turned to the sight before him.
The luscious body of the housewife was writhing obscenely on the floor while five boys simultaneously sprayed water all over her. She didn't even scream or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking in the rain on her face, breasts, waist, belly and thighs. The boys soaked her with gusto, one of them catching her right on her pussy. Since the spray was strong and focused, Manya let out a moan. Her cunt was already dripping for the last few minutes and mingled with the wetness of their sprinkling and the dampness of her saree. Binu, her son was aiming his spray right at her navel and he kept the spraying until the water was over. The sight was outrightly vulgar and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated dicks ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked body. He was out of control now and so was Manya. The five kids including Binu may not have understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and he was convinced that if there was one woman in the world who needed to be fucked into oblivion, it was sexy Manya. He made a silent vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this game would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.
Luckily, the boys ran out of water and left the place, singing out their thanks and good byes. The youngest of them even helped a panting, writhing Manya to her feet, his hands around her shoulders, and his dick pressing into her face. Even here Manya was not spared and her moan was muffled by the thrusting of a child dick into her face. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy's crotch and to her utter shock, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful face. Her eyes flared and her body throbbed in half naked excitement and confusion.
"Thanks and bye, Aunt Manya", said the boy as he left the place, leaving a shell shocked, lewdly exposed Manya with her son and his best friend. Deen felt she looked like she would be raped any minute by just about anybody, man or beast in that state and attire.
The intense sexual repercussions of hours of exposure and body groping turned the horny mother of two into a mass of supercharged flesh, that would catch fire if the heat in her dripping loins was not cooled. Her boobs were trembling on their own accord and her heavy hips heaved about gently as if the weight of lust was too much. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched body and she could hear herself sobbing in enormous unsatisfied lust. Deen was stunned and he went over to hold his mother by her over aroused shoulders. The intense heat which emanated from her body almost made him recoil in shock. Her face wore a mask of lust as she looked up in a sexual haze. Deen decided to act.
"Prem, I'm calling the doctor. Please be with Mom until I return", he said and bolted out of the house. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her eyes. His strong powerful look and her lust charged needy look met in a perfect exchange. She was quivering when he held her by the waist. His manly grip made her shudder and she went limp in Prem's arms. Holding her by her hips, he made her kneel on the floor, removing her saree in one single motion. No words were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy look. No words were needed too. He brought out his huge cock and placed it at the entrance of her slushy cunt. His hands held her by her full and hot breasts. The overall heat in her body amazed him even in his own horny state. He withdrew his dick from Manya's pussy after an initial probe. He heard her whimper, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him. The bitch needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to give it.
For the next ten minutes, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his huge cock in and out of the horny Manya's steamy twat. Her voluptuous body jerked and vibrated under his tremendous onslaught. He was simply ravaging her wet and willing hole. She began to wail and scream and continued her high pitched response to his steady, hot strokes into her dynamite cunt. Loud guttural sounds came from the horny mother as her son's best friend balled the hell out of her lusty, stacked body. Every inch of her lush figure responded to this explosive fucking. His hands mauled her already well mauled boobs. But she felt the grip and heat to be so wild, that she felt her nipples may burst out of her soft and firm mounds. She thrust her lush, hot posterior back at his cock begging him with moans and beckoning him deeper with hoarse grunts. It was mating of the highest intensity and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son's pal and with the main door right open. They didn't notice or care. The fucking continued in its illicit intensity till the horny mother felt the first flood of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing rhythm, he timed his release to co terminate with the voluptuous wife's own serial orgasms. He shot loads and loads when he came. Manya felt her whole insides being washed with his potent seed and her pussy continued to throb and clutch fiercely at his ejaculating cock for five more minutes. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this well by a cock of this size.
The stud slowly withdrew his dick from his friend's mom's pussy and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the main door was open. It was left open deliberately by Deen himself. He had to sneak back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a doctor but a good strong fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the first place. He sighed and looked down. His dick hung limp, much to his relief. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton act of adultery. He saw his own mother getting the fucking of her life. And she got fucked doggie style, like a true bitch in heat.
Yes, I agree. That's the way it went on in real life. Binu actually paws and mauls his mother's hot body in his dad's absence with her passive willingness. The game goes on, witnessed by the horny elder brother deen. She was a squeeze toy for her younger son and a jerk source for the elder one. SO I'll narrate it as it went on in a tantalisingly incestuous manner , hand in hand with her adulterous escapades
The adulterous wife stirred gently, her naked lower body pressed against her young lover's, in a sideways embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her full body by people of all ages had carried her lust to a summit when she was sprawled wet on the ground before her sons, writhing more out of horniness than any need to escape their drenching of her voluptuous body. She opened her eyes and looked into Prem's eyes, unaware that her son Deen was in the background, unobserved but watching every movement of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's deep eyes and a wave of gratitude flooded her insides. He was her knight in shining armour who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his dick still inside her drenched cunt and while stirring noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at this discovery of his youthfulness and kissed him softly on his eyes, licking some of the beads of sweat, her hands holding his head, while she felt him doing the same to her face. Prem licked Manya all over her face, his lips dabbing at her cheeks, neck and eyes, while his hands hugged her juicy body even harder to himself in a strong gesture of take over. Manya was gladdened at this display of warmth and she purred her acceptance by thrusting her lush pelvic region even closer into him, feeling his cock begin a hardening process while her juices began to spread over it. Deen, who had watched his friend give his Mom her hardest ever fuck, took their stirring to be a sign of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the house and return after a while so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the house in this situation, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one last look at his mother's luscious asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her face was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the place, leaving the door as it was.
Feeling Prem's dick begin to stab into her pussy, Manya arousal was back into reckoning. She twisted her lower body, as if trying to readjust the positioning, when her head fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully open door. Alarmed but not showing any suddenness in reaction, she relaxed her body against his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature lady's concern, decided to close the door. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his erect dick from her sloppy pussy. The sudden emptiness made the horny Manya sigh and sob but she waited with flaring eyes for him to close the door. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the only piece of garment which she had on. Prem closed the door and turned to the naked, waiting mother. He walked slowly across the room, his hard dick swaying gently, hitting his abdomen with every step. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked, wanton woman on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a sofa and continued to look at Manya, with a twinkle in his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled across the room towards him, her lush body taking five turns to reach him, each turn highlighting her ample asscheeks in the most obscene manner imaginable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her eyes to meet his throbbing dick. Reaching out, she held it by her hand, using its hardness to rise and face him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his friend's mother. Manya kept stroking his cock and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem's dick entered with a swishing sound, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his head lovingly, while he held his hands up to squeeze and mash her juicy breasts in a clockwise motion, occasionally letting his fingers tweak her nipples. Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling into a heaving up and down motion on the hard cock, feeling it poke and reach right upto her belly. His stiffness facilitated great passage for the sexy woman's thrusts and she did so in slow and continuous motions, building up a delicious yet searing rhythm. Her son's best friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in the process helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well orchestrated sex lasted five slow, loving minutes where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their bodies seemed like parts of one entity and looked complete only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurts were long and deep, each spurt being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly shortening burst. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest deep tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off balance, but allowing her to savour the strength, grip and sheer joy of physical bonding with her young lover.
While still seated on him, she gazed into his eyes and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a good friend of his. He looked like a boy with strong interiors and discretion. When he kissed her there was passion, and there was also care. The satiated mother suddenly wondered whether she would feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The thought made her shiver but she realized that there was little to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the lips. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near when Binu would kiss her on the lips. He was aggressive and he was physical. On her part she would stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent growth and send discordant impulses about sexuality. They had to learn about sex the natural way and they had to learn about sexual propriety also the natural way, even if it was a bit delayed and at the cost of her own discomfort. All her life, she never said no to a hug and never refused an advance from decent males. For her sons she believed that the greatest discipline was self discipline. But deep within she felt that she may have to play a role in Deen's realization. He was too silent, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya prayed that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of asking Prem but looking at his big hands on her sweaty breasts and his dick half out of her ravished pussy, she decided that the moment was later. The time was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the house, leaving Manya naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went naked to the door and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of events. There could not have been a better day for her lush, sex starved body. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before the entire neighbourhood and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny males of all ages throughout a wet morning. Following that, she had been given a weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now Prem completed her day with two of the most robust fucks her needy body had ever been given. The marvellous thing about it all was that none of her ravishers made her feel slutty about the whole thing. She still felt she was in command. "Was the day complete"? she wondered with a grin. It was only two in the afternoon.
Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a little later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped them for wash finally and with a sigh, examined her nude body in the mirror. Her luscious breasts hung like ripe fruits on her broad, fair chest and as she moved her hands over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive waist and belly. Her fingers stopped at her belly button. For a second she dug into it gently as if to ascertain and discover what was it that made her son Binu so enamoured by it. The moment her finger stroked inside its depths, she felt a moistening in her loins and a throb right down from her lower abdomen. She could feel her pussy come alive and the impulses almost carried upto her navel. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for further probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a pussy to her, displaying the same wanton openness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to explore, she thought with a sense of surprise, but not with any alarm. She was never alarmed by someone wanting her ripe body.
Just then she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it was Deen. Having no time to dress, she took a biggish towel and wrapped it around her full, naked form and went to open the door. Along the way, as was her habit, her right hand, wound its way under the towel to caress her pussy, which had plenty of Prem's cum on it. It was nice to feel the ooze and she slipped nearly half her finger inside her twat, to gather all the wetness. Before any serious probing could begin she reached the door and opened it with her left hand, removing her right hand from her pussy at the same time. She saw Deen with two bags.
"Mom, I brought lunch for all of us, since it was getting late", announced Deen.
Manya gushed fondly at his thoughfulness and instinctively reached out to caress his face with her right hand. "Thank you dear", she whispered as her hand brushed his cheek, caressing it for a few moments.
Deen felt the sharpness of the odour from his mother's hand and inhaled, confused over its source. "Your hand smells funny Mom, what's it?", he asked, entering the room and placing the bags on the dining table.
Getting a start, Manya fumbled for a minute before replying "Oh, it was the soap I was trying to get open for washing clothes when you rang the bell".
"You must be hungry Mom, let's have food. Binu will come later", said Deen, spreading out the plates and beginning to serve out the hot Chinese food into two plates.
Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly ate for the next ten minutes, not at all surprised at how hungry they were.There was no mention about the doctor Deen had left the house to call. On finishing, Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and rose to wash her hands. Deen watched her movements with interest, particularly observing her huge asscheeks jutting out at the base of her hips and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the exposed area from her knees to her bare feet served a horny reminder of the day's events and the high octane action his mother's lush body had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trousers as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a surprised attention when she said "I'm going to bathe Deen and I'll call you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need help to get the color fully off".
"Sure Mom," he mumbled, not sure whether his mother noticed the lump in his throat.
"Deen could you please come and help me", she called out through the half open door. She had left the door open for Deen to come in later, but was herself naked during her luxurious bath. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly glorious body through the vertical slit at the corner of the door and the moment she called out, he entered just in time to see her wrap her towel around her waist and turn her back towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's wide wet back with the soft flesh around her flaring waist. She had tied the towel almost at the beginning of her asscrack. Her back was red from all the colour, except in small patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soaped hands to touch her at the waist, his hands getting drawn to the sexy folds on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her back. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him hold her by her naked waist for a while, before whispering "My back Deen. Remove all the red from it".
Nodding with a flush, he moved his hands, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like full breasts. Manya had her hands across her chest and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain reddish areas where the colour didn't come off easily. Manya didn't feel anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's lush back that his hands got slower and slower and his breathing heavier. The sexy mother felt her son's breath on her naked, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool him. She quickly turned on the shower and the spray of cool water wet both mother and son as they stood within a foot of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, unable to hold his erection. He was drenched too within no time and heard his mother's full laughter.
"How's the reward for your efficient work?" she laughed, still with her back to him.
Deen forced a laugh onto himself and asked his Mom to now dry up so that he could take his bath and remove the colour from his body. Manya gallantly offered to return the favour and do her son's back. With a sense of glee, Deen stripped off his shirt and presented his back to his Mom. With the shower still running, Manya soaped her hands into a rich lather and started rubbing her son's slender back, totally naked at the top. Deen had his back to his semi nude mother as she continued to treat his back to a half rub and half caress. Her sizable breasts swayed with the effort and on several occasions Deen could feel them getting pressed lightly onto his back. He shuddered at the impact and his dick felt that it would burst right out of his pants. He couldn't see his mother's breasts but could feel their ripeness pressing into him now and then. Manya realised it too but only after her basic endeavour of cleaning her son's back was completed. She stood right behind him while the colour was cleaned right off his back by the pouring water and telling him to remain with his back to her, left the room in her wet towel and closed the bathroom door with a slightly thumping heart. She wondered whether she had done the right thing by bathing her son topless. She gave up wondering since it was too late to wonder. Deen however, was soaping his dick, trying to clean off the massive load of sperm he had shot off within a minute of his Mom's departure from the bath. The electric proximity of her juicy, naked body was too much for his dick.Slowly Deen completed bathing and after drying himself thoroughly, stepped out of his Mom's bathroom and announced that he was going to his room.
Manya had dried herself fully, except for her thick black hair. She sat on the bed, still nude drying her hair. Hearing Deen finish his bath, she slipped naked under the bedsheet and watched as her son made his way out of the bedroom. From the corner of his eye, Deen could see the thin bedsheet barely covering the top of his Mom's big breasts.
After her son's departure from her bedroom, the horny mother decided that her well used body needed a rest and she stretched out as she was on the bed. She drew the bedsheet fully around her and lay on her back, inviting a bout of sleep. The bedsheet was not transparent but it was thin and highlighted every curve and mound of her wholesome body. Manya could not make out the impact on the viewers, so she slept, contented that she was fully covered and relaxed with the knowledge that her husband was due only at half past five and there was no knowing when Binu would return. During her sleep, there were several images that teased her and the one that lingered most was, surprisingly the scene where she was skipping in front of her entire neighbourhood, her saree top totally off and her huge midriff and bouncy breasts jerking male dicks to aroused attention. She felt wicked and her hand automatically sought her fertile bush, moving slowly to her pussy. She rested it there as sleep overtook her tired body. In the other room, Deen too had the same images of his wet and voluptuous mother skipping half exposed before thirty hot and panting males. But his dream was a bit extended. It ended up in his wanton mother getting fucked by all of them.
Manya slept without realising the passage of time and was woken up abruptly by the shrill ring of the doorbell. Her breasts were half out of the bedsheet and the sheet itself was around her upper thighs. She quickly downed the bedsheet to cover her feet fully and lay back again when she heard Deen answer the door. Her hand still remained on her juicy pussy and having been awakened, it began a slow caressing motion almost on its own. She heard her husband Desh come in and also heard father and son exchange some conversation. Five minutes later Desh came into the bedroom and shut the door. He looked down at the bed and at his beautiful wife, without the slightest clue of her energetic day until then. He thought she looked particularly ravishing with her hair spread out, the thick strands fully covering the pillow and her face glowing out like a full moon. Her lips looked fuller and her cheeks shone, making her look very desirable. He couldn't make out that Manya was caressing her pussy under the sheets. It was her face that captivated the husband. It looked dreamy in her drowsiness and it radiated health like never before. Her lips were pink and full and the bedsheet exposed her neck and upper breasts. She looked a dream as she lay breathing heavily, looking into his eyes with a half smile. She observed her advancing husband with a tug in her loins which made her cup her pussy harder. She was wet again. She saw her hubby unzip and fully remove his pants with underwear. Her eyes lit up as he saw his dick move a notch upwards into semi erection. Both husband and wife were silent as his dick came closer and closer to her almost angelic face. With her hand caressing her soaked pussy, Manya opened her mouth as Desh roughly thrust his semi erect cock into his wife's mouth. She slurped and sucked while he stood over her reclined form which was naked under the sheet. He stood idle, playing with her hair as his lovely wife proceeded to gobble his dick right upto his balls, attemting to induct some life into its half flacid state. She sucked and sucked. After nearly five minutes of sucking, Manya felt her jaws begin to ache. Her pussy was dripping now and one hand was crushing it in desperation under the sheet. Desh was oblivious of his wife's horniness and he continued to pump his nearly erect tool in and out of his sex starved wife's mouth. Manya moaned around his cock and looked imploringly up to her selfish husband hoping he would remove it and thrust it into her pussy. Instead she was dismayed to feel a surge in his balls and even before she could react, his dick shot out a few drops of thin cum, one of which landed on Manya's cheek, the rest of which leaked out to coat Desh's own member, giving it, in Manya's disillusioned eyes, an ugly and sorry appearance.
Desh withdrew fully and moved into the bathroom giving a soft pat on his wife's face, not even pausing to observe the squirming, voluptuous mass of flesh that he was leaving behind. Manya was indeed squirming and her body heat again rose to lusty levels. Her hand continued to diddle and crush her sodden cunt while the other wiped her husband's thin cum from her cheek. Her movements under the bedsheet were slow but steady. Her breath was rising and falling heavily with her face reflecting a feeling of confused arousal. Suddenly the door was flung open and her son Binu burst into the room, calling out to her.
Binu stopped right at his Mom's bed and looked down, a bit puzzled. Manya had frozen her hand, but it was locked between her thighs. Binu couldn't make out her state of arousal or understand it but Manya felt a deep flush of embarrassment run through her. She could hear her husband showering as Binu kept animatedly describing his day with his friends. As he spoke, Manya felt less embarrassed and having realised that her nakedness was fully covered, eased up a bit and nodded to each of her son's statements. Involuntarily, her hand began to resume its motions on her aroused pussy again in a slow deliberate motion. Binu reached the end of his tale and announced that he was studying after his bath since he had plenty of homework to complete. Manya was still nodding indulgently as her little son bent to give his kiss on her cheek. The nude mother rose on her elbows in an effort to offer her cheek. But her right elbow slipped on the pillow as she was trying to show her cheek. The slipping forced her to keep her face straight and Binu's kiss landed smack on her rosy, full lips. Binu looked stunned and too shocked to move. Manya, already in a sexual haze from her pussy caressing, remained motionless for a while too. She had to do something, so slowly she opened her mouth and took in his lips and tongue in an effort to give his some movement. Then she withdrew her open mouth away from his, but not before she kissed back a few times, the last one being a wee bit lingering. She could feel Binu stiffen, his boyish face clouded with a flurry of feeling. She felt him slowly rise and in one sudden move, he said "Bye Mom", and ran out of the room. Manya crushed her caressing hand right into her swollen pussy and let out a silent shriek with the other hand also pressing against the first. Her heaving, full hips rose from the bed lewdly and she fell back with a thud. She had orgasmed.
The release was needed and Manya felt her body once again in control by the time her husband came out of the bath.
"We have party to attend tonight", he announced to his reclining wife, not noticing her flushed face and the disarrayed bedsheet on her voluptuous body. "It's an office party. The office is celebrating a contract we've bagged. Get dressed soon. The boys can come too".
"Is it absolutely necessary? Who'll be coming there?", queried Manya.
"Oh, all of them, including my boss Ram", said Desh.
Manya smiled within herself at the mention of Ram her husband's thirty five year old, boyish looking boss Ram. He was handsome, cheerful, well mannered and very often, Manya found herself envying his wife whenever she saw them together. She nodded at her husband and rose from the bed to get ready. She covered herself fully with the sheet when she passed Desh to go to the toilet. Somehow she was reluctant to show her nude body to her husband that moment.
Manya wore a black, semi-transparent saree and a light red blouse. The blouse had very short sleeves and the outline of her white bra was very clear on her back. When she turned Manya revealed her long, tapering waist from the bottom of the small blouse to deep down at her hips. At the front, her entire fleshy midriff could be seen since the saree was tied five inches below her enticing navel. She put white flowers in her long thick hair to complete the ensemble. Deen, her son, felt that she looked like any man's dream in that dress. Arresting, without being obvious and exposed without being lewd was the way to describe his luscious mother that night. Leaving Binu behind to do his homework, the three of them drove to Ram's house. When they reached the place, Deen held the car door open for his mother, and as she got out, he sniffed and inhaled the fragrance of her flowers without her noticing. He also noted that his Dad had hardly observed how ravishing his wife looked.
In the party, everyone greeted and congratulated one another on the contract and there were about twelve couples in all. Four or five men had come by themselves. The host Ram himself was alone since his wife had left the previous night for her hometown. He looked at Manya welcomingly, his smile always fresh and cheerful. Manya felt glad that she had come to this party. She mingled and talked with all the wives present and was quite clearly the woman of the evening. None of the women came anywhere near Manya's full bodied charm and sensuality. Deen noticed that many men were stealing glances at his mother's belly whenever the saree shifted aside to reveal it. He also noted that some stole glances standing behind her just when her pallu dropped off her shoulder to display her deep, juicy cleavage in her low cut blouse.
The men got more and more drunk as the evening wore on, with Manya's husband Desh leading the pack. He simply gulped his drinks and outpaced everybody else. His chatter became louder and louder, causing much embarrassment occasionally to Manya whenever somebody suggested that she should take him home. Ram was playing the good host to the hilt, even in the absence of his wife, checking on the men's drinks and even passing wine and eats around to the ladies. His behaviour was in direct contrast to her husband's and Manya felt genuinely sorry for Ram, who was going about it alone. She decided to help him out. She offered to look after the ladies in the room, while he could attend to the men. Ram looked at her thankfully, while Manya looked back at him and blushed.
They formed a well synchronized pair out there, catering with smooth efficiency to the guests. Deen felt that his beautiful mother looked good alongside Ram. He saw his father downing yet another drink and staggering towards Ram for a refill. Ram filled his glass, requesting him to be careful. Desh bawled out a cheery reply and staggered back to where he was seated, much to the amusement of the other guys and much to Manya's severe embarrassment. However she continued to cater to the women, giving ample scope for the guys to view her massive ass, her exposed waist and several fleeting glimpses of her full tits whenever she had to bend. It was erotica in slow and continuous motion. Once when she almost tripped, Ram was there to hold her by the waist to steady her. His grip made her go weak in the knees, just as the touch of her waist flesh sent the first burst of arousal into Ram. Many women noticed the comfortable body language between them and whispered amongst themselves, looking around to see where Desh was.
Desh had just about passed out in his chair and had started a slight snore. Manya felt ashamed and embarrassed and looked towards Deen and Ram frantically. Always the gracious host, Ram offered to put Desh in his guest bedroom until the guests finished their dinner. Together, Ram, Manya and Deen carried the drunken man into the bedroom. Placing him on the bed, Ram asked Deen to fill a plate with food so that they can try and feed Desh if possible. The moment Deen left the room, Manya broke down into tears, apologising with a sobbing voice for all that had happened. Ram quickly put his arm around the distressed, beautiful housewife and consoled her saying it was be alright.
"Such things happen in a celebration", he reassured her. His arm was still around her shoulder and he could smell the lovely fragrance of the flowers in her hair. Manya regained composure in his strong grip and looked up to see Ram gazing into her eyes.
"You're a beautiful lady Manya. This guy is lucky".
"I always though your wife was the lucky one", gushed out Manya holding Ram's arm which was on her shoulder.
Both were speechless for a moment, allowing their looks to sink in. Ram drew the lovely wife to himself and kissed her on the cheek. Manya felt a flood within her. She felt loved and cared for. She felt Ram's hands move from her shoulders to all over face and gasped when his fingers grazed her lips. Her gasp drove Ram into the next level of passion and his hand found her full and quivering breast. He began a slow kneading and allowed his other hand to reach down and cup her generous ass. Both hands felt not only the beautiful wife's lush endowments but also their dire need to be loved and ravished. Her saree top came off in his pursuit and lay on the floor. Her beautiful, fair body, amply exposed, glittered in stark contrast to the black saree she was wearing. His pressing turned to mauling and both of them forgot the situation. Manya's body was on fire. Ram suddenly remembered that her son would be back any minute.He caught the quivering wife of his colleague and lay her beside her passed out husband. He rushed out of the room and hailed Deen who was just returning with a plate of food.
"Deen your dad has to be taken home. Please go and fetch a cab. He cannot drive.".
"Ok sir, I'll be back soon", said Deen and went out of the house.
Ram rushed back to the bedroom as if wanting to attend on Desh. Instead he moved over to a waiting Manya and dragged her to the bathroom, hissing that her son had gone to fetch a cab and they had ten minutes. Manya moaned in absolute arousal at this licentious thrill that once again surged through her body. She allowed herself to be literally dragged into the bathroom. She allowed Ram to bend her head over the wash basin. She allowed Ram to lift her saree right over her full asscheeks. She gasped as his hand squeezed her pussy from behind, as if to test its readiness. She mewled as she felt her wetness coat his massaging hand. And she continued making sounds as he took out his inflamed member and rammed it right into her love tunnel. The thrusts came hard and fast. The element of hurry, the fear of getting caught and the knowledge that her husband was right in the bedroom elevated Manya's lust to screeching heights. She felt Ram's hands caressing her boobs through the blouse throughout his merciless plunder of her adulterous twat. She felt his cock rotate on and off in a mindblowing rhythm as if to tease her even in this lewd posture. She felt herself being used and ravished. She realised that she was getting fucked in a toilet for the second time that day and she also realised that her husband's handsome boss was fucking her like a bitch in heat with her fullest acceptance. She kept feeling reamed until she felt his juice hit her deep inside like a hot geyser. That's when she orgasmed yet again. But what the horny mother didn't see was that her son Deen had returned with a cab quite some time back and was watching with awe from the keyhole as his father's boss balled the brains out of his horny, cock hungry mother.
The explosive fucking of his mother which he had just peeped on, sent a flood of waves all over Deen's body and he could feel his blood gushing straight into his groin, threatening to blow up his dick with its force. It was his mother again, taking it in bitch mode from behind, at scorching speed and adulterous abandon with his father lying senseless right in the bedroom. He watched his father's boss empty his balls into his panting mother's pussy from behind and rise, lifting her with him, his hands fully around her voluptuous hips. As they rose, Manya's saree dropped down to cover her completely. Ram's wet cock pressed against her asscheeks over the saree, forming a telltale spot right on the center of her juicy bum, as he carried on a soft caress of Manya's lush body from behind, his lips kissing her neck and back continuously. Knowing that they would be out any minute, Deen ran out of the room and hid behind the door, waiting for the right moment to enter.
He saw his Mom and Ram come out of the bathroom, still clinging to each other, Ram holding her by the belly and gently squeezing her flesh as they assessed Desh's condition. Manya's saree was still off her shoulder and Deen heard Ram speak as he kept squeezing Manya's hips and waist, while his sexy mother purred indulgently.
"I think he had better sleep here tonight. He can drive back in the morning when he's OK. I hope Deen and you can get back safely,"said the considerate host as he kissed his colleague's voluptuous wife. "Yes that would be very nice, thank you," said the voluptuous wife, giggling slightly when Ram's fingers probed her full and exposed navel. Ram looked like he could never get enough of Manya and her wholesome body. Manya glowed and gushed in his hands and despite the situation, Deen felt she looked happy. His blood flow got diverted from dick to heart as he felt overwhelming empathy for his under loved Mom. He moved away into the living room, now expecting the licentious couple to re enter. Some of the guests had left and the rest were about to leave, in various states of drunkenness. None were in a condition to suspect Ram and Manya when they came back from their hectic encounter. Only Deen looked on and waited to take his Mom home. He saw his mother and his father's boss exchange one last meaningful look as Manya headed towards her son and the waiting cab.
The cab driver took in an eyeful of Manya's full, generously exposed, fair body as she stepped in through the open door held by her son. A good bit of cleavage and a vast portion of her midriff greeted his lusty eyes as she settled into the cab with a worried, gloomy look in her eyes. Deen sat next to his mother in the rear and felt his mother recline against him for support. The evening's events were not particularly cheerful for the housewife. She didn't like seeing her husband make an ass of himself, leaving her open and vulnerable. Though she loved getting fucked by Ram, she didn't like the quality of the circumstances which led to the fucking. She felt that she gave in more out of the vulnerability due to her husband's condition. She had lost the exploited feeling while getting fucked but now some of the hurt surfaced again to bring a burst of tears into her beautiful eyes. Deen, who could read his mother's mind easily now, put his arm around her comfortingly as she cried silently. The tear filled mother bent and placed her heavy head into her son's lap as she cried softly. Deen simply kept stroking the soft, black haired head of his lovely Mom, allowing her agony to subside. As the cab headed homewards, Manya's head kept impacting her son's crotch occasionally, due to the turns. Deen noticed it only after a while. Manya had stopped crying but was now lying like a child in her son's lap, eyes closed, head right on his crotch. Deen's cock throbbed and jerked in his pants and he was sure that his mother could feel the pressure. Manya sensed it but did not remove her head from her son's lap to avoid seeming sudden in her reaction. She decided she would rise when they reached their home. Deen's erect dick continued to press against his mother's head and sometimes cheeks for the rest of the journey. His hands rested on her bare waist to support them during the swift turns. His hands could feel the electric charge in her waist flesh and envied all the males who felt and groped this juicy area of his mother's ripe body. Her body felt like it was surcharged with lust and it was a waiting treasure for the right man to plunder. His father was certainly no match for this sensual, aching body lying in his lap. He sighed and looked out of the window, trying to seek a diversion. He was relieved that the cab reached their house. He stroked his Mom's body at her full hips, patting her gently awake.
The distressed mother rose and got out of the cab, holding her saree top by her hand. She presented a very sexy sight, standing with her well exposed body in the dark of the night, her fair and ripe body looking ample and exciting in the black saree. Deen observed the cab driver checking out his Mom's body even as he was taking the money from him. He cleared his throat loudly to draw his attention, upon which the cabbie turned back and accepted his cash. Holding his mother by the waist, Deen walked towards the main door in slow steps. His hands could feel her exposed flesh quivering against his fingers and palm and Deen could also sense the cab driver staring from behind at his mother's full, swaying asscheeks. Deen reached the door and rang the bell. Binu opened the door to let them in. It was then that Deen heard the cab start and speed away.
Manya staggered into house, and her fatigue was more emotional than physical. Binu was about to ask where his Dad was but kept quiet after observing Deen's gesture to be silent. Both sons held their beautiful mother from either side by her fully naked waist and led her into the bedroom. After seating her on the bed, Binu left to complete his homework and sleep while Deen took one look at Manya and informed her that he would be around if she called for any help.
The lovely, frustrated wife began to undress, first removing her saree and flinging it away. She decided to retain her black petticoat and then proceeded to unbutton her blouse. Divesting herself from it, she tried to unhook her bra but somehow failed to unclasp it. The act was not a routine act since she wore a bra only when she went out. Feeling more difficulty she called out, "Deen".
The eager son, who had been watching his Mom strip through the window entered the room.
"Can you help me unhook this bra dear", she asked, keeping her back to him.
Deen nodded and moved, his hands reaching out towards his Mom's sexy back. His hands fumbled with the bra hook for a few seconds before he managed to unhook it. Manya kept her hands cupped over her breasts during the act and she thanked him as he finished. Taking a long, fond look at his mother's naked back Deen left the room with a good night.
Manya looked on as her son left. He was such a considerate boy, she always felt. But he was growing up. She shuddered a bit as she remembered his hot dick against her face in the cab. Removing the thought from her mind, she still felt that he lacked the initiative of his best friend Prem. Somehow she thought that she had a responsibility to ensure her son's normal growth. Remembering Prem made the horny housewife bothered all over again. Leaving her petticoat on, she closed the bedroom door and slipped into bed topless. She didn't bother to cover herself since she was alone. Her right hand cupped her breast softly as she recollected the day's torrid acts of adultery. She particularly dwelt on the deep and intense fucking given to her by Ram, before deciding that the best sex of the day was with Prem. Now both hands caressed her heaving boobs, tweaking her nipples into screaming erection. She experienced a mild orgasm before drifting into sleep, hands on her pussy.
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