Mmmmm, yes, Aunt Manya, " mumbled Prem, encircling her right nipple with his lips.
The act made Manya's body stir warmly. His dick was still buried in her soaked pussy, at about three quarters of its full length. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband's organ. Readjusting her hips to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.
"Prem, I'm a little worried about Deen." She of course did not know that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his ears and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best friend while having his cock still buried in her pussy.
"Why worry about Deen, Aunt Manya," asked Prem. "He's fine".
"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?
"Fully fine? What's that supposed to mean," asked Prem again, this time nibbling harder at Manya's right nipple.
"Aaah! I mean does he have a girfriend. Is he normal like you are", she whispered, biting Prem's ear lightly.
Kissing both her eyes, Prem replied, "He doesn't have a girlfriend that I know of but I think he is normal. Why do you ask Aunt Manya?"
"It's a feeling that I get of late. He doesn't show the urges of boys his age".
"Now why would he show those urges before you, his mother, Aunt Manya", asked Prem. "I would know it even if he didn't show it, " replied Manya, squeezing Prem's butt as if laughing at his dumb remark.
"I should have known your ability, I'm sorry. Mother's eye misses nothing," smiled Prem, slipping his right hand down to squeeze Manya's hip. "But what have you observed that's bothering you about Deen."
Manya squealed a bit and replied "You know he seems passive and very unlike you or any of his other friends. Even Binu is more physical, like a boy with growing hormones. Deen is loving and caring, like you are, but he's not passionate in that raw, physical sense, like you are", she murmured, running her fingers all over Prem's hair.
"Ohh!, " said Prem, not knowing what to say. He however kept suckling at Manya's nipple.
"Please stop that for a moment Prem, I'm quite serious about Deen", urged the horny housewife, her voice trying to stifle the gasp that escaped when Prem bit her nipple.
"Ok, Aunt Manya," said Prem in a decisive tone and tried to rise from her body.
"Noooo", wailed Manya as she held on strongly with her legs around his hips. "Remain inside. We'll talk like this. She blushed sexily as she said so. Her peeping son was bewildered by his mother's outrightly wanton behaviour.
"Does he masturbate like all healthy boys and discuss girls,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes. "You are his best friend, tell me".
"I know he jerks off for sure, but he hasn't discussed any girls", said Prem, tweaking Manya's left nipple with his fingers.
"Now isn't that odd or maybe queer", suggested Manya with a worry line on her forehead.
Prem kissed her forehead and cupped her face in his hands saying," No guy would need to look at or discuss girls when you are in the house, Aunt Manya".
Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.
"I'm serious Aunt Manya. When he can ogle this gorgeous body whole day, why would he need another girl. Besides, which girl has your ripe, wholesome body?"
Manya felt a stirring between her wet thighs at this statement. The fountain in her loins was being triggered.
"Mmm. That's flattering but I'm his mother", whispered Manya.
"Oh come on Aunt Manya, if I were in his place, even I wouldn't look at another girl. I would never have been able to get enough of you", said Prem, watching Manya blush again.
"Really," teased Manya. "And pray what would you have done my dear. Jerked off peeping on me in the bath?"
"Not for long Aunt Manya," replied Prem. "I would have found a way to get you seriously and urgently into bed".
His words sent a wave of thrill into the housewife's body. She felt her cunt walls try to clasp at his semi erect tool wedged inside her. She felt wild.
"You mean," she lisped, almost incredulously "you would have made love to me'? " Made love? You must be kidding. I would have fucked you out of your brains whenever Dad was away Mom", said Prem, in a voice imitating Deen's.
Manya turned hot and red when she heard Prem talking in Deen's voice. Her cunt was now very wet and had already added to the fluid layer around the cock in her. She was incredibly aroused and the blood simply rushed through her voluptuous body, making Prem stiffen at her sudden change in physical state.
"Does Mom turn you on so much Deen" she asked, as if talking to Deen.
"Yes Mom. You turn me on more than any girl I met. You are the sexiest creature I know," replied Prem. Both began to play along now.
"What is it that you find sexy about your mother my dear Deen", asked Manya in a long, sexy drawl. She could feel Prem's dick hardening in her pussy.
Outside the window, Deen felt like his balls were going to explode. This had crossed his wildest imagination. It was the wildest convergence of the mutual horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving expression to it in the starkest, most erotic manner possible. She was fucking his best friend as a surrogate. His mother was crossing the last frontier towards incest. But the greatest thing about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the voyeur loved it all the more. More than fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his mother talk about fucking him. It was wilder than the real thing, atleast for him. Rubbing his bursting dick, he listened on as he heard Prem reply in his voice.
"Your ass, Mom. I love your sweet, full and meaty ass."
"Only"?
"No Mom," your ass, tits, belly, navel everything. You are a wet dream. I can lick and fuck every inch of you Mom. You're built for fucking", went on Prem, getting aroused by the whole act. Manya could now feel Prem's cock prodding at the walls of her cunt in mini thrusts. Her pussy oozed juices and they streamed right out onto her inner thighs. This was the wildest spell of lubrication in her sex life. She felt her head turn heavy and her eyes were glazed all over with lust. She drew Prem into her even closer, her thighs gripping him hotly. She could now almost see Deen's face in Prem.
"You like fucking me Deen?" she whispered into Prem's face.
"Yess, Mom," Prem almost hissed.
"Will you fuck me next time you massage me", she sobbed. Deen's head spun as he heard her. Prem was surprised too at the discovery, but his dick talked him out of any thinking.
"Yes Mom," he went on, trying harder now to mimick Deen's voice. He began a slow motion thrusting into his best friend' mother, making sure that the tip of his dick caressed her pink pussy walls teasingly.
"Aaaaahh, mmmmmmm, Deen", wailed Manya. "Will you fuck me now darling", she pleaded hornily, her hands clasped around Prem's back, lost to her lust.
"Aaaaahh, mmmmmmm, Deen", wailed Manya. "Will you fuck me now darling", she pleaded hornily, her hands clasped around Prem's back, lost to her lust.
Prem could feel her cunt boiling slushily against his dick. It was never as wet in all the times they had fucked. He felt his dick bathed in her over discharged fluids. The turned on housewife was quivering and moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his chest into her full, sweaty breasts. Manya felt hot and she was trembling with extreme desire.
"I will Mom. I am...", he grunted, suddenly removing the whole length of his steely dick and thrusting it right into the horny mother's steamy twat in one motion. "Oooooh, Deen...", moaned the cock hungry mother, delirious with lust. Her pussy, thighs and hips responded with awakened incestuous vigour. She heaved her hips upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the young stud. She opened and closed the clasp of her fleshy thighs against his hips in a wanton display of extreme arousal.
"Fuck me Deen, fuck me hard dear. Fuck me like you always wanted to...", she cried, opening her legs wider and spreading her knees.
he loves her slutty side
With his hips freed of her fleshy grasp, Prem drove his hips up and down into the horny woman's crotch. His prick pumped violently into her dripping pussy. He used his hands to squeeze and maul the mature woman's large breasts. The pressure on Manya's tits increased with every stroke of his cock. Her pussy simply flowed and her body simply sweated until she was incredibly drenched in their combined body fluids. The adulterous woman mewled and cried out as her body got fucked. She lost track of her surroundings completely as she got balled by her son through his best friend's super cock. The effect could not have been greater.
The effect could not have been greater for her son too, who was watching in wild astonishment though the window. He had cum twice witnessing his mother's wanton exhibition. For the first time since his spying started, he felt himself in Prem's place, fucking his mother with wild energy.
"How should I fuck you Mom," went on Prem as he pounded into Manya's overheated pussy.
"Like a bitch Deen, fuck your mother like the bitch she is, " screamed the wildly sexed housewife as her young stud mercilessly fucked her pussy, taunting her in a way she found most thrilling.
"You're a bitch Mom," grunted Prem. "A wild, horny, cock crazy bitch, aren't you". He rammed his cock even harder, making Manya's voluptuous body shake. "Aaaah, yes. Your mom is a cock crazy slut Deen... fuck me darling... harder... aaah, I'm cumming... fill me, fill me with your seed, give your mother your baby... aaahh... mmmm... yesssss..." hissed and moaned the sex crazed Manya, carrying herself and Prem to the most intense orgasm ever in her adulterous life.
When their joint orgasm erupted, Deen could hear a shatter in his own brain, which made him stagger and ejaculate for the third time since his mother's adulterous coupling began. He kept looking at the gradual slowing of his friend's hips against his Mom's juicy body. He kept looking at the lusty expressions on his well fucked mother's face and the gentle relaxation of her well toned thighs around Prem's hips. He felt giddy out of exhaustion and bewildered beyond normal levels. He always realised that his mother loved displaying herself to him, but her deep desire to get fucked by her son and the manner in which she released her pent up desire was way beyond his dreams. Holding his spent dick he took one last look at his mother's naked, quivering form on his bed alongside his best friend and began to turn away.
"What a bitch", he thought to himself, more in positive amazement than out of any rage at his mother's extreme sluttiness. Nothing about her would surprise him anymore. Even as his limp dick began to twitch again in that familiar way, the adolescent son began to wonder what his next step should be. He loved his mother. But he loved her slutty side a lot more. He related in a very special way to her dynamite, fuckable body and the outrightly slutty thoughts it housed.
"Should I tell her I know", he debated to himself. He was sure she wouldn't be wild. Infact the idea of her being angry at his knowledge now seemed like a big joke. Stroking his dick and reaching for his cellphone, the young Deen decided he was on his Mom's side and would do all he could to keep her happy. Keeping her happy meant getting her fucked in all positions and by different people and the idea appealed to him , and his aching dick.
Son is part of Mom's sluttiness
With one hand on his crotch, rubbing almost constantly through the trousers, the young son dialled his home number and waited.He did it almost by instinct and for a change never bothered about consequences. he didn't think it would matter anymore. The phone rang as Prem still had his dick lodged inside the horny mother's pussy. Her cunt was a sodden mess and so was his dick, half limp. Manya moaned and looked lazily towards the phone, which was in the living room. She didn't want to even stir, leave alone answer it.Prem looked at her.
"Mmmmm, uhhhh uhhh," she murmured, as she shook her head and ruffled his hair with one hand, while stroking his back with her soft fingers of another hand. Her thighs were outstretched and his dick was soaked slushily inside her well fucked cunt.
"So they don't even want to take a call. Wow, fuck," thought Deen to himself. He disconnected and dialled again. The phone rang to stir the adulterous couple again.
"You know it could be Deen," mumbled Manya. "Why don't you get the handset here".
"Ok", said Prem, as he got up with his cock making a pop sound out of Manya's well satisfied but still warm pussy.
"Aaaaah, mmmmmm, whimpered the horny mother, unwilling to leave the meat that pleased her so much. She kept her thighs, apart, exactly in the same way that Prem left her.
Prem answered the phone. "Hello".
"Prem", said Deen into the phone,in a half whisper.
"Yes Deen," muttered Prem, his heart almost leaping into his mouth. Keeping his cool, he made his way towards the naked mother of his friend in the bedroom. She was outstretched as she looked at him in an inquiring manner. Prem nodded as if to acknowledge that it was indeed Deen on the line.
In a sudden burst of sluttiness, Manya reached out to grasp Prem's long and dangling tool and dragged him by it towards her spread out thighs noiselessly. She kept handling the stem of his dick and moved gradually to the base of his balls as Prem tried to make conversation with Deen.
"How was it", asked Deen.
"Yes Deen, I'm fine," stuttered Prem, much to Manya's amusement. "Not you my friend, I said how was the fuck"?
"What?, blurted out Prem, even as Manya manipulated his cock, while her son enquired about their love making.
"How does it feel to fuck my mother, Prem," hissed Deen, in arousal.
"Aunt Manya is fine, she's tired and sleepy and I wonder if we can go for the shopping", muttered Prem, as Manya gave him a teasing smile.
"She'd better be tired after the balling you gave her Prem", said Deen, in a half moan.
"Ah, ok", said Prem not knowing what to reply
"How did it feel inside", went on Deen, rubbing his cock.
"Inside what", asked Prem in a whisper. The naked Manya was now rearranging herself to place Prem's half limp cock at her pussy."Let it be here as you talk", she whispered and signalled to him sluttily.
"Inside her cunt, buddy. Was it hot and wet".
"Very", ventured Prem, hoping Manya wouldn't catch on to their conversation. Manya didn't care.She placed herself in perfect position before his half erect dick, the lips of her wet pussy gaping in expectation and in contact with the tip of her lover's potent cock.
"Ooooh," moaned Deen, clutching his crotch. "YOu planning to do her again now", he enquired, with his pulse racing.
"Looks like it, " murmured Prem, beginning to feel his cock harden again at all this talk.
Manya was delighted at this awakening of Prem's cock.She brought her cunt muscles around Prem's cock and began a slow clasping.
"Do her. Do her well. Fuck my mother thoroughly Prem, till she's had enough", moaned Deen.
"Thanks I will," said Prem, still managing to talk normally. "You take care too. When are you coming home".
"When you are through with my Mom, Prem", said Deen in a half whisper. Prem's dick shot up with a suddenness that surprised Manya.
"What's going on", she hissed in surprise, as Prem's cock pushed its way right back into the hole that it plowed and ravished thoroughly, making the hot mother squeal hornily. This was the reason why she loved young boys. They never seemed to go limp.
"Or do you want me to come right now", said Deen, stroking his dick and managing to tease Prem. "No, No,"blurted out Prem. 'I mean anytime".His hips began their movement already as the beautiful housewife below him writhed and sucked in his dick into her ever boiling twat.
"Don't worry, you can finish fucking my mother", teased Deen, enjoying his friend's fluster."But don't look around. I am watching".
Prem's dick reached an all time erection at this point and he felt a searing burst of sperm gush from his balls and gather momentum.He dropped the handset and gave a hot, lusty look into Manya's eyes.It left even sex crazy housewife slightly amused and wondering.
Manya was surprised at the rapid surge in intensity. Prem's cock had hardened in record time and his pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy had reached a maddening pace.She spread herself out as much as she could and kept her upper part still while letting her hips and cunt take the full force of Prem's rapidfire fucking.The sounds of his balls slapping against the base of her ass could be heard by Deen, who had by now reached the window. Manya's tits were wobbling with each thrust and her rich hip flesh shaking with the impact of the robust fucking that was being delivered to her.She simply let herself free and absorbed the intensity of this surprise fuck with gushing pleasure.Both her heart and pussy simply gushed and gushed, in their own beautiful ways.
From the window, Deen stroked and watched his mother's scorchingly sexy body get serviced yet again. He concentrated on her face and noticed the sheer beauty of her features and the manner in which they glowed and shone. He also noted the rising peaks of lust in her eyes and was still watching her through the first peak when he shot off on the walls, unable to hold on.
Manya revelled in this assault on her pussy. Prem was now thundering in and out of her cunt with absolute abandon and speed. Her entire body was now supercharged as she received his thrusts and mauling of her hips.She now reached the same scale as Prem in the fuck rhythm as she gave counter thrusts of her own and let her cunt clasp and uncalsp Prem's cock in a frenzy.The mutual passion that enveloped the adulterous couple exploded as both uttered guttural sounds to orgasm and ejaculate in unison. Their bodies, sweaty and sticky left no gap at all between them and Deen, spent out already, simply marvelled at the power fucking that his mother was getting from his best friend.He watched and watched the naked duo, as their passions gradually ebbed out.
They can't get enough of Mother
A mentally exhausted son was Deen, as he fully witnessed his mother's sexual extremes and slipped
down against the wall outside his bedroom. He decided to give them fifteen minutes before going
into the house. The whole afternoon's episode was like a raunchy screensaver before his eyes and
thinking about it only served to arouse him all the more. After fifteen minutes he rose and
wondered whether he should give a warning call home to check on Prem and his own hot pants
mother.Deciding against it, he rang the doorbell.
Manya, in the meanwhile bade a naked, sweaty farewell to her hard stroking lover, giving his
cock a loving one minute caress at the door as Prem kissed her deeply, with his hand stroking her
ass lovingly all the while. Manya couldn't help gushing at all the attention her lush ass got -
from everyone.It was Prem, not Manya, who broke the kiss and slipped out of the house. The last
thing the horny housewife felt was his wet , semi erect cock, slipping out of her hands.With a
sigh, she closed the door and, surveying her naked, well used body, she strolled lazily into her
bedroom, deciding to take a long, cleansing bath and wait for the arrival of her two darling sons. No sooner had she slipped under the shower and turned it on, than she heard the doorbell
ring. Thinking it had to be Deen, she wrapped a towel around her wet, ripe body, she tip toed
towards the door and opened it.The towel was not meant to be a full towel but more of a waist
cover, with a separate towel that Manya used for drying her long, hair.This one reached just
above mid thigh and at the top, more than half her luscious breasts were exposed and jutting out
quite proudly.
"Hi Deen", she said nonchalantly as she let her son in."Give me a minute, I'll finish my bath".
"OK, Mom," said Deen, walking in and taking in her scantily covered body as his mother briskly
walked away to complete her bath.His final sight was of her wide and swaying ass. "She's the very
incarnation of lust", thought the sexually disturbed son.
After the bath, Manya pondered for a moment about her attire. Since her hubby was away and she
was alone with her sons for the evening and night, she merely wore a petticoat and a thin cotton
blouse. Both were white in colour and due to the season, Manya left the top two buttons of her
blouse undone. The petticoat of course was tied about four inches below her deep navel and
consequently her huge, well curved but softly fleshed midriff was on full display. With a towel
around her hair, she stepped into the living room, where Deen was reading a newspaper.
Deen looked up to see the lazy stride of his Mom as she entered the room with a smile. her face
glowed from all the fucking she had received and her waist flesh bore a certain elasticity which
Deen presumed or imagined came from all the continuous squeezing given by his friend.About half
her full tits were out and they swayed sexily beneath the braless blouse as she walked. God, his
mother was a sex goddess.
"Are you tired Mom", asked Deen, looking her in the eye.
"Ahh! Ohh! yes..." stammered Manya, not expecting the question. "A bit".
"Uhhhmm.Prem told me over the phone", continued her son, looking her over.
Manya didn't look Deen in the eye. Flustered, she mumbled again, "Yeah. I told him we couldn't go
shopping. I need to rest today Deen". With these words she stretched herself sexily, letting her
son watch her breasts rise upwards , eyes twinkling in a teasing way.She held that pose for half
a minute. A stunned Deen felt she resembled one of those starlets in a photo shoot. It was
Manya's intention to divert her son.
"You look beautiful today Mom", stuttered Deen, gazing at his mother's exposed midriff and navel.
"Ohh, thank you Deen.Why do you say today. Don't I look nice everyday"? Manya nearly blushed that her son had actually said something about her beauty.
"Of course Mom, sorry, " said Deen, a little lost for words.
"Then what is it about today that makes me more beautiful, Deen" went on the teasing mother, shifting her hips from one side to another, but retaining the same sexy stance.
"Well, everything, I mean...", Deen was at a complete loss for words.
"Everything means what Deen," teased the foxy mother, turning her voice into a loud whisper.
"Meaning your face, looks, everything," mumbled Deen, turning his face away from the fleshy treasures in front of him.
"Again you say, everything. What else do you look at apart from my face dear", she teased on, bending now to dangle her ripe cleavage before the young lad's eyes.
"Oh come on Mom, don't embarass me" blushed Deen, trying to avoid looking at the creamy mounds right in front of his eyes. Her nipples could be seen when bent.Deen felt his dick shoot up, a sight which was not lost on his mother.
"Well, Deen. I always thought my face was pretty. But now you tell me, there's something more that you see. Thanks for whatever you feel that's nice".
Deen blushed furiously at this remark.He fully knew that his mother was acting a tease but he was confused. In his mind, it was safer ogling her horny body and exploits from some distance than go through this.
"No Mom, I mean, I mean..."
"Whatever you mean, my dear, I'm sure you mean well. Now will you please help me dry my hair", she said handing him her towel and sitting down on the floor.Her body settled between his legs , forcing him to spread them and her head was almost near her son's crotch.
With torturous uneasiness, Deen said "Yes," and reached out for the towel.
The sides of Manya's waist and tits were in constant contact with Deen's legs as he slowly rubbed the towel on his mother's hair, at times drawing it outwards. He marvelled at her hair, its blackness and thickness.He also marvelled at how warm her waist felt against the sides of his calves, how hot her ass felt against the tips of his toes and how hot his own dick felt against the back of his mother's head from time to time. His mother seemed to deliberately push her head back against his crotch time and again, Deen could swear.Looking down he could see her breasts completely down the blouse. Her nipples were clearly on show and the blouse itself was quite tightly wrapped around the cup of her each tit, making them full, grabbable handfuls for any guy.
"Yes, any guy", thought Manya's son as he continued to slowly fondle his Mom's hair. Her hair was long since dried, but both mother and son remained in that locked posture. Deen's dick was scorchingly hot against Manya's head.Manya moaned lightly and rubbed back once in a while but both were confused about what to do next. Therefore neither moved. Instead they continued with their intimate posture, not willing to budge an inch, eager to let the lingering, doubtful impulses last as long as possible.
Clad in a measly blouse, half unbuttoned and a white petticoat with a longish slit at the side, the ever horny mother presented a raunchy sight, nestled cosily between her elder son's legs, his hands fondling her beautiful head. Manya waited and waited for deen to do something. deen waited and waited for something to happen, god knows what. But he didn't want to move. Something had to happen to break the impasse. it came in the form of a doorbell ring, shaking the mother and son out of their confused sexual reverie.
"It must be Binu", said Deen, still fondling his mother's hair, ruffling her hair.
"Uhhmmm", murmured a dreamy Manya, packing herself more closely into Deen."Will you open the door, or do you want me to".
"You open it Mom", said Deen, releasing her almost unwillingly.
He said it because he wanted to see his scantily clad mother get up and walk sexily to the door in her dreamy state. Since he came back to the house, he had not yet seen his mother's glorious ass in motion and this was his chance. A strangely unsuspecting Manya got up and directed her voluptuous body towards the door, in all its semi-clad glory. Deen watched again in undilutable amazement as her ass swayed in gentle rhythm and the single tyre around her waist rippled sexily with each step, her long hair reaching upto the base of her asscheeks and the petticoat itself, now slipped so low that it threatened to fall right off those juicy hips.
"God, she can get raped, no, gangraped any time",thought Deen, in worried arousal, as his hot mother opened the door.
"Now what will Binu do to Mom seeing her in this state", thought Binu's elder brother.
As she reached the door, the bell had already rung a few more times. She opened the door in her dreamy state and immediately, Binu pounced on her and hugged her tight. It was as if he was returning from a war.
“Mom, I set a new record in the javelin throw today in school. I shot that thing so far, everyone were stunned. I am so happy, mom.” Saying so, he lifted the confused mom up by holding her hips tight. His hands were grabbing her asscheeks over her petticoat, but Manya could feel his hands almost her naked butt. Binu somehow didn’t seem to realize or mind that his mom was not wearing panties inside her petticoat. Grabbing her ass, lifting her, he carried her inside like a doll to the couch where Deen was sitting and wondering at all this. Binu let her climb down from his grip and made his mom sit on his lap next to Deen.
Her buttocks were wriggling uncomfortably on Binu’s sweaty shorts. But she settled down on his lap and asked him, “How did you do that? I did not know you could throw that well either!”
“Mom, I am not sure what came over me. Maybe it is all the food that you provide me with.. Has made me strong. Hey, Deen, don’t you think I am stronger than you now?”
Deen was slow to answer, but he wanted to step away from this scene as it was getting intolerable in his shorts. “Binu, shooting a javelin is one thing, being as strong as me is another. You are a baby and you will eventually learn. Anyway, congrats and I am going to my room” Saying so, Deen stood up and left to his room.
Manya looked at Deen as he left the living room and felt very confused about him.
But she was quickly distracted by her younger son hugging her tight and kissing her cheeks. “Binu, what are you doing? Let me go.”
“Mom, I am so happy today that I want to hug you so hard. I love you so much, mom.” Saying so, he kissed her on the lips.
Manya was taken aback, but stared into his eyes as he eagerly pried her mouth open with his lips. His arms had wrapped around her chest and was hugging her tight while his tongue slowly snaked into her mouth. Manya was confused at this, but let it continue since it was her son’s joyous moment. Binu licked the insides of her mouth and waged a little fencing war with his mom’s tongue as well. As he was slobbering all over the young mother’s mouth, his hands were pawing at her blouse involuntarily. Without thinking too much, his right hand cupped her left tit over the blouse and was squeezing it liberally. In the dark of the nights earlier, he had seen his mother topless and had even fondled her breasts with love. But, this was in daylight and in the living room. Manya was getting a little alarmed. She was not sure if she should let this continue.
But, nevertheless, she did. In some inner part part of her mind, she wanted Binu to get bolder. She wrapped her hands around Binu’s shoulders and let him devour her mouth. Without waiting further, Binu slid his palm inside the blouse over her left tit and cupped it tight. The buttons on her blouse snapped under the tension and the thin blouse opened to either side revealing the young mother’s maginificent breasts. Without realizing what he had done, Binu was kissing his mom on the lips and slurping all over her face.
His right palm meanwhile was squeezing her naked breast and rubbed against her nipple.
Without waiting further, Binu slid his palm inside the blouse over her left tit and cupped it tight. The buttons on her blouse snapped under the tension and the thin blouse opened to either side revealing the young mother’s maginificent breasts. Without realizing what he had done, Binu was kissing his mom on the lips and slurping all over her face.
His right palm meanwhile was squeezing her naked breast and rubbed against her nipple. That sent a minor electric shock to Manya reminding her that it was her son pawing at her nipple. But, Binu’s kisses were so lovely and endearing that the young mother decided to let this go along for a bit more time.
Binu was devouring his mother’s mouth while his thumb and forefinger grabbed hold of Manya’s left nipple between them. With a slight squeeze, he gently pinched her nipple with fondness. Binu realized that it was already quite hard and felt very rubbery to his touch. He got emboldened by his mother’s silence and gently tugged at her nipple, pulling it ever so softly and rubbing the tip of the nipple with this finger.
He stared long and hard into his mother’s eyes. Manya’s eyes were fluttering in delight and she looked fondly at her son, wondering what he wanted. Without a word spoken between them, Binu slid his tongue out of his mother’s mouth and kissed her chin and her neck. He bent down and kissed her chest right between her breasts, while his fingers were still mauling her nipple. Soon, he licked the sides of her breast. They tasted salty from the sweat of the young mother. Holding her tight on his lap, Binu bent considerably down before he engulfed her left breast in his mouth, nipple and all. Manya felt oddly excited by all this attention to her breast from her own son. It was not just the feel of her innocent son anymore, it felt more like that of a lover. Soon, Binu lips were clasped around her hardened nipple and his tongue was lashing across her nipple hard and soft. She could not bear the attention and began to moan very softly.
Binu, on the other hand was expressing his love for mom in the best way he can. He devoured her nipple and kept slurping at it as if he wanted to chew them off of his mom. He was making a lot of ungainly slurping noises as he kept suckling on his young mother’s nipple. With a gentle bite on her left nipple, he released his lips from that, only to be quickly replaced with his thumb and forefinger, rolling her wet nipple between them. Binu’s lips traced a path from her left tit to her right tit and tried to engulf the entire fleshy mound. It was too big for him to eat completely and he traced his tongue all around her tit, making it shining wet. Then, as before, he narrowed down to her right nipple and clasped his lips around it. Manya moaned at that onslaught on her nipples. Even Prem or Salman had never given that kind of attention to her nipples. Keeping his fingers firmly clasped around her left nipple, Binu eagerly licked his mother’s right nipple. Somehow, he felt that her right nipple tasted a bit sweeter than the left.
Manya could feel Binu’s young cock rising under her butt through her flimsy petticoat. In the back of her mind, wicked thoughts arose that reminded her that she was sitting on her son’s lap without wearing panties. Binu’s cock felt surprisingly bigger than she had experienced and was getting harder under her ass and getting forcefully settled in her asscrack. This was not something Binu had planned, but his cock had a mind of its own and was pushing Manya’s petticoat deeper into her asscrack.
Binu’s tongue was slurping all over her right nipple while his fingers were playing havoc with her left nipple. The young mother could not restrain herself anymore and started moaning softly. Binu kept tugging her nipple into his mouth and sucking on it, while his tongue slobbered all over it. Manya leant back with her arms resting on the couch. Her upthrust breasts were intoxicating to Binu as he kept sucking her nipple. He playfully made tugging motions with his fingers on her left nipple. He kept rubbing the tips of her nipple so hard that the wetness was giving way to heat. It was an awesome sight with the young mother sitting on her son’s lap, leaning back with her blouse open while her son was feasting on her nipples. Manya began to wonder is she ever felt like that when she was nursing Binu or Deen when they were babies. Apparently, her motherhood feelings had different dimensions that she did not even know about. Binu was taking liberties with his mom’s breasts and kept tugging at her nipples with his lips as well as fingers. When his fingers finally released her much agitated nipple, Manya didn’t find any relief since Binu slid his palm over her midriff and found his favorite spot – her belly button… Manya couldn’t help but smile at her son’s attraction to her belly button. Binu placed his forefinger inside her belly button and was making thrusting motions with it, while his lips were tugging at her nipple harder.
Manya’s feelings were not just motherly anymore as she could feel her juices flowing between her thighs. She was getting wet inspite of having been fucked many times earlier that day. Involuntarily, she closed her thighs tight and that trapped Binu’s hardened cock between her asscheeks. The warmth of that grip on his cock, even though through their clothes, was enough for Binu to realize that this time it is different. He hugged his mother’s bare back fondly and held her tight with his mouth trying to engulf her breast again. He tried to eat her whole tit while his finger was playing with her belly button. When he finally released her breast from his mouth, both tits were glistening with his saliva. The nipples in particular were hard and shiny. Binu stared at them and looked up at his mother’s lovely face. “Mom, I had never seen your breasts like this in full light. They look magnificent.” He held her by her armpits. Both of Manya’s armpits were wet. She had a very mild growth of hair under her armpits and Binu was enjoying the feel of it. He held her and stared into her face. “Mom, you are very very beautiful. I feel like you are my baby and that I am rocking you on my lap” Saying so, he held her back, supporting her and gently rocked her on his lap.
“Binu dear. You really have grown up. Why do you think mom is beautiful? You must be interested in girls of your age now.” “But, mom, you are the best. I have peeked at some of my class girls’ breasts. None of them are as good as what you have here”. Binu unashamedly ogled at his mother’s exposed wet breasts. Manya felt shy and the redness crept into her breasts.
“Mom, are they becoming red because you are shy?” He asked his mother fondly as he cradled her in his strong arms. “Yes, dear. Which woman wouldn’t melt at those words?” Encouraged, Binu hugged her close to him and turned her so that she was facing forward. Manya was now sitting on Binu’s lap with her back to him. Binu grabbed both her tits from behind and squeezed them hard. Manya squealed a bit in pain and Binu relaxed his grip. “Mom, did that pain you? I am sorry.” “No, dear, that is fine. I enjoyed it as well”. Binu resumed his squeezing of her breasts. He pumped them softly at first and then kneaded them. He sensed that his mom was slowly beginning to gyrate her ass over his lap. Somehow, his rising cock was getting trapped and squished between her soft asscheeks. Binu enjoyed the feeling. He could not understand the suxual nature of it, but it was very pleasurable for him. He released the grip from his mom’s breast for a moment and quickly reached under his mother’s ass. Before Manya realized what was going on, Binu had released his cock from the confines of his shorts. His cock was now flush against her asscheeks even though protected by the flimsy petticoat. Manya never figured that her son’s cock was naked under ass. She was too engrossed in his administrations on her tits and enjoying it. Binu kept kissing her bare back and shoulders while his palms kept pumping her tits liberally. Manya, resumed her gyrating motion over her son’s lap, grinding her ass over his hard cock. With no words spoken between the two, somehow both realized what they were doing. But neither had the willpower to stop.
Binu kept pinching her nipples while Manya’s ass was torturing his cock beneath. As Manya kept moving back and forth on his cock, the boy could not stand it anymore and soon enough, he spurt forth his juices on her petticoat. Manya could feel the wetness creeping through the petticoat onto her naked ass. The stickiness of it made her realize what had happened. She didn’t want to embarrass her son. Binu was a little shocked and even though he enjoyed it, he did not mean to come on his mother like that. He reluctantly left his mother’s tits and leaned back on the sofa, waiting for a reprimand from his mom.
Manya got up off Binu slowly and turned around. She glanced down briefly to see the softening cock leaking the manhood juices. She was tempted to reach down and grab it, but she resisted for fear of shocking her son. She elaned forward and kissed Binu on his lips and whispered, “It is okay, Binu. It happens. Don’t worry about it. Mommy understands. And I liked it, sweety. Now, let’s go clean up, okay?” Staring at her exposed tits, Binu replied weakly, “Ok, mom.”
Manya planted a soft kiss on Binu’s forehead and walked away from the couch, leaving her son still shaken a bit. Binu could not believe that all the feelings he had for her were not just love for his mom, but also lust. He looked at her walking up the stairs to her bedroom with an unmistakable stain on her ass. It was clear that the son’s juices had gone past the petticoat and stuck to her ass.
As she walked up the stairs, it was not just Binu who noticed all this, but also…. Deen saw his mother unlock the door, his gaze fixed on her meaty ass. It was Binu. Manya smiled and turned around almost immediately after opening the door. In his now usual gesture of warmth, the younger son embraced his skimpily clad mother from the rear with a loud "Hi, Mom".
Both his hands encircled her belly, the right index finger instantly embarking on a navel probe. Manya squealed. Binu dipped his head down to nibble at his mother's earlobe, while continuing his caressing.Since Manya had already turned around before he could enter, Binu missed his customary kiss on his mother's rosy lips. So he ran his tongue all around his sexy mother's ear,maintaining the belly squeeze rhythm.
Across the room, Deen stared and stared, without batting an eyelid. Both his squealing mother and pawing brother faced him . Manya's face underwent a rapid transformation from amusement to gradual arousal.Her son's incessant caressing of her fleshy midriff stirred the first wave of juices deep within her body. Binu's nibbling of her sensitve earlobe and the series of kisses around her neck, ears and upper back , now began to shift into near foreplay mode. Deen's dick was already in orbit and he was itching to rub it through his
trousers. But since his Mom faced him, he could only shift about in disturbed arousal.
Manya's feelings were confused. She could take the caressing without any outward show of arousal but her son's kissing , which now covered most of her neck and ears was a new sensation which sent thrilling bolts all through her body. With her son's hands moving all over her trunk and face getting kissed , nibbled and licked in teasing succession, the lovely mother got warmer and warmer within. Her face carried a soft glow of arousal and the squealing changed into soft moans.It was a one minute mauling session which the younger son subjected his sexy mother to and the watching Deen could make out that his well fucked mother's body was shifting gears. Her grip on Binu's hands loosened and she involuntarily relaxed her body in surrender, revelling in the sensations brought about by her loving son. A part of her mind still waged a battle which she realised she was not inclined to continue forever. Manya did not allow it to occupy much mindspace. The thoughts came and left on their own, she let them. Just as she let Binu have his way with her body.
It was the sudden impact of Binu's erect dick on her heated rump that brought Manya out of any lingering dilemma. As if to conclude his amorous greeting , Binu smothered his mother from behind, his teeth biting gently into her ear and his hands rising on Manya's belly to reach the base of her half exposed tits.His knuckles dug into the base of his Mom's breasts as the intensity of his rear embrace brought her lush ass into full, warm contact with his throbbing dick. "Aaaaah", gasped the horny mother feeling her loins moisten further. Her face shot up to look straight into the eyes of her elder son. Binu's dick jerk brought about the first meaningful exchange of looks between his brother and mother. Both Deen and Manya stared at each other. Deen saw his beautiful mother smile lightly at him and then rotate her eyes in mock amusement at her younger son's acts. Manya maintained eye contact with her elder son while getting fully pawed by the younger one. Deen's eyes were at their widest ever and he shifted his gaze in rapid succession between his mother's face and her ripe body which Binu was now toying with.
Unconsciously, his right hand went towards his crotch to give it a not so subtle rub. Amidst all the mauling she was receiving from her younger son, Manya did not fail to notice Deen's crotch rub. Her eyes quickly reverted to Deen's and she gave him a smile. At that moment, Binu's right index finger dug deep into his sexy mother's navel, making the aroused housewife moan her way through her smile. It was a supremely sexy sight which the bewildered Deen couldn't take any more. He rose , rushed into his room and straightaway locked himself in his bathroom, leaving Binu with their squeeze toy of a mother.
It did not take a second for Deen to start beating his meat with supreme vigour.His mother had actually teased him with her eyes while getting felt up and kissed by his brother.The thought was ball bursting to the young lad and images of his mother's beautifully naughty smile filled his mind as he stroked his dick faster and faster. She had smiled at him when Binu was squeezing away at her waist and hips; she had smiled when his dick pressed hotly into her ass and the smile only turned naughtier as his brother's man handling of his mother's ripe body grew in intensity. Her eyes never left his.
"Mmmmmmm," moaned Deen, his jerking off entering the final phase.He remembered the wet nibbling of her earlobes by Binu and the helpless surrender of his mother. "Aaaaah what a horny slutttttt", he almost shouted out as the spunk flew out of his heated dick.
The first two loads were hot and strong and landed nearly three feet away. Even at the seventh spurt, there was some semen seeping out of his mom-dedicated dick and the young, dazed son sat back against the bathroom wall, trying to figure out events.
When Binu finally got his hands off his sexy mother, she dragged her skimpily clad body on to the sofa and slumped. Binu announced that he needed a bath. Deep down, Manya heard herself announce "I need to get fucked". Her sex craving now began to surprise , if not alarm her. Despite the hard fucking delivered to her by Prem, her pussy began to lubricate all over again, thanks to her son's robust squeezing of her well stacked body and the extreme arousal she saw in her elder son's face.Manya was not innocent. She knew Deen rushed away only to jerk off and smiled to herself realising that she was the reason behind her son's hectic masturbatory impulse.Her hands slipped down towards her pussy. With Binu having vanished for a bath, she felt safe enough to caress her mound through the petticoat. Purring silently , she indulged herself, her breasts heaving and fingers probing away through the single garment covering her dripping pussy. Manya regretted the thick fabric of the petticoat and decided to change into a sari for the ease that it afforded in terms of labial access.She was not aware that Deen was already watching her, after his mind blowing masturbatory spell.
Before changing , Manya got dinner ready for the three of them and while the table was being laid by Deen she announced that she would be back in a minute. When Manya returned after a while, two erect cocked lads looked towards their mother.Deen's eyes first conducted the crotch test. He noted from his mother's juicy thigh junction through the sari that she had not worn a petticoat.Next, his eyes carried out the nipple test. To his thrill and amazement, he noted that his mother had not worn a bra under her short and tight white blouse.The sari was testing the holding power of Manya's well blown hips and yet again, Deen wondered how long it would last on his horny mother's body.His mother had grown into quite an expert in the art of wearing a sari just above her bush and making it appear natural.The navel stared at the world, inviting people to look.Dinner was a relatively less eventful affair, except for a couple of hard feels of her ass by Binu and one instance where Manya almost dipped her cleavage right into Deen's face while standing next to him to serve him.But it was the mother's eyes that teased Deen right through the meal.Manya flirted away, smiling mischievously at Deen. Deen felt very troubled but at the same time felt that his mother looked very beautiful with that typical, smile.
It was a very well fucked but horny again mother that Binu slipped into bed with that night. The bedroom door was shut but not locked. The moment Manya rested her sexy, scantily dressed body onto the bed, Binu literally pounced onto her midriff, making her squeal.The squeal brought Deen to the door outside but he could only listen. Binu wasted no time in letting his tongue dart in and out of his mother's navel, his hands kneading her full hips.Manya smiled to herself at this over eager behaviour of her son.
"Uhh, Binu," she squealed. "You don't leave me alone even for a minute".
Binu looked up from the base of her abdomen, a mild feeling of guilt in his eyes.
He suddenly stopped licking his mother's navel and said, "I'm sorry Mom,did it hurt".
"No silly, nothing hurt", smiled Manya.
"You are so beautiful Mom", said Binu in an almost serious manner. It made the horny mother smile again. Binu resumed his lip attack on the huge territory of flesh made available by the low worn sari of his mother. Manya's flesh warmed all over again and her pussy tingled. She brought her thighs together and rubbed them lightly against each other. Her son's chin was resting against her abdomen, just a couple of inches above her rich, trimmed bush, which was fairly visible through her semi transparent sari. Binu moved his lips across his mother's belly and gradually inched upwards towards her now heaving bosom. Manya's nipples hardened as she felt her son inch closer towards her breasts.Her whole body was on fire, while a gradual ooze started in her pussy, which made her feel very itchy down there.
Binu reached his mother's breasts, clad in a thin blouse with the top two buttons off.He stared momentarily at their creamy fullness. Having arrived, the young boy hesitated or a moment. Manya lay still, in anticipation, her breath almost at a standstill.Binu skipped her bosom and carried himself further so that he was face to face with his mother. Both the eager son and the horny mother looked into each other's eyes.Upto that moment, Manya marvelled at the ease with which Binu got comfortable with her body. Her heart now began to beat faster, when Binu suddenly leaned forward and kissed his mother slowly on her lips.Manya closed her eyes and opened her mouth to allow access to his probing tongue.Mother and son let their tongues dance inside their mouths, sometimes in tandem and sometimes on their own.Suddenly Binu removed his mouth from his mother's and began kissing Manya on her face, eyes and neck. He rained soft kisses on his mother's
beautiful face.Binu's kissing always left wet traces whereever the places and Manya's face was moist with her son's saliva. The well felt up mother was hot and horny now. Her pussy oozed juices liberally, forming a wet patch on her sari. The flimsy garment stuck to her drooling crotch and Manya could now sense Binu's erection twitching away, pressing into the side of her thigh.Binu halted his kissing, making Manya look at him in smiling inquiry. He looked cute and puzzled as she stared at his mother's breasts.
Manya could feel Binu's right hand make an initial move towards her bosom and then stop abruptly, resting just at the base of her left boob.She lay still, waiting for his next move, but couldn't suppress a sexy moan as she felt his cock press harder into her thigh.
"Mom, you are so fair and beautiful," Binu mumbled again, in genuine confusion. His hand stopped its movement towards his mother's full tits.
"Thank you Binu," said the happy mother, almost enjoying her son's plight.She wanted him to go further, but as was her policy, it had to be his initiative, not hers.Moreover, she didn't think that her younger son needed help in this area, unlike her elder one.
"That's the second time you've said that I'm beautiful".
"Yeah Mom, I can go on like this you know".
"Like what Binu", teased Manya, despite her raging pussy heat.
"Like this, " he gushed, suddenly dipping his head into his mother's cleavage, making her gasp. Binu made a deep suction sound and rose away from his mother's rich bosom. "But Mom..." he paused.
Manya moaned at her son inquiringly.
"Dad may not like it if I did it", he mumbled, much to his mother's surprise. Manya nearly laughed.
"Your Dad will not like a lot of what you already did Binu", she said softly, nuzzling her son's head. "Or what you do everyday".
Binu blushed as he said"You mean kissing you Mom".
"Not just kissing, the way you play with my body Binu".
"Uhhh, you don't like it Mom", stuttered Binu.
Manya's heart gushed with love for her son at this point. "I didn't say I didn't like it Binu. I said your Dad will not like it for sure."
"You want me to stop it Mom"?
"Stop what, Binu", Manya teased on.
"You know playing with your.... your..", he trailed away.
"With my ass? Your mother's ass?"Manya went on, in a hoarse whisper.
"Oh Mom, I feel shy," Binu managed to say.
"So you want to stop playing with my ass Binu", whispered Manya, feeling her son's dick scorching her thigh.
"Umm, you have a good 'kule' you know", said Binu, using the native Kannada term for ass.
"I know I have a good kule Binu", said Manya, turning on to her side, as if to emphasise it. She ran her hand around the circumference of her magnificent posterior. "Would you like to stop doing this", she said, slowly kneading her own asscheeks with her right hand.
"Noooo Mom," Binu half wailed as he bent down and kissed his mother hotly on her lips, forcing her mouth apart.
Manya gave in to her son's passion and whispered"You don't have to stop anything you like Binu".
"Yes Mom, I'll be careful to do it when Dad's away".
"Smart boy, but you can be smarter", whispered the sexy mother, holding her son by the head again.
"How Mom"? "Not when Dad's away, but when Dad's not looking," said the slut, dragging her son by the head onto her full breasts.
Kumar was on duty alone in the nearby deserted house, closer to Manya’s. It was his first day of duty.
He was surprised to see the car and wondered who could be arriving at this time of the night.
He quickly slipped on his shabby sweater and stepped briskly out to meet the car now pulling to a halt.
He could hardly believe his eyes when he saw the a beautiful woman Manya, sitting all alone in the back seat and his blood began to pound in his temples; but he maintained his calm, efficient manner.
"Good evening, Madame," he said in an obsequious voice. "Kumar, neighbor’s security, but also at your service."
He bowed deeply as he opened the door of the taxi.
Manya deliberately ignored his gesture and stepped out of the car, casting an aloof glance in his direction, which was not lost on Kumar, although he swallowed his pride and kept his head bowed in respect.
She tried to give him a scathing glance of dismissal, but the way he was staring at her partly revealed figure caught her off guard, and she hurriedly pulled the pallu with her free hand and looked away, closing the door almost in his face.
She had never been so affronted in her whole life. His penetrating eyes had bored straight through the nighty Manya was wearing. She didn't like this dirty watchman and the way he looked at her. He had stripped her bare with his glances and she knew it wouldn't take much carelessness on her part to provoke him into getting out of line.
She had never seen such a raw animal lust in a man's eyes before as when the watchman’s locked on the cleavage showing between her firmly ripe breasts.
Her hands inadvertently covered them as she trembled in repulsion at the thought of his hands touching her.
‘God, what a beautiful set of breasts she must have hidden under that nighty!’ Kumar thought to himself after she stepped out of the car.
He had only caught a brief glimpse of the rising swell of creamy-white flesh where her blouse parts had fallen open a little, but it was enough to start his blood pumping down in his loins.
Manya was still a little dazed after a dangerous late night stay in the Guest House of her husband’s boss.
She entered into the house in a jiffy. Her children were already on a study vacation to Hyderabad for 12 days and she was alone.
She glanced into the bathroom once and wished she were already soaking in the bath.
Manya had quickly changed into her usual sleeping attire i.e. a sleeveless nighty gown and started running the bath water.
But she didn’t know that the watchman Kumar was already in her house, hiding himself close to her bathroom. Without wasting another minute, he let himself quietly into the adjoining storeroom and pushed aside the cover of the tiny peephole he had instantaneously found.
It was a hole created by Manya’s own son, Deen, which she had never noticed ever before.
Putting his eye close to the narrow opening, he could see nearly the whole interior of the bathroom and on beyond through the door to the double bed positioned directly in his line of sight.
He caught a slight movement at the edge of the doorway, and he licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come.
He noticed with satisfaction that she stepped into the bathroom and hummed softly to herself as she slowly slipped the nighty from her shoulders.
It was all Kumar could do to keep from groaning out loud at the sight.
Manya was facing over the bathtub directly toward him. She was now only in a black bra and a petticoat. She untied her waist band and the petticoat fell at her feet.
Manya stood majestically in her black bra and thong. The contrast of black undergarments on her white creamy body was awesome; slowly she relieved herself from the bra and thong, gradually revealing her naked body to his gaze.
He muttered a faint sigh of lusty appreciation as her fully rounded white breasts burst into the open air of the bathroom.
Then, there was nothing left. She stood before his gaze completely naked, like the Goddess Venus! He let his eyes run down over the firmly swelling curves of her body, noting with mounting excitement the wide fullness of her hips and the black triangle of curls up between her luscious-looking white thighs.
He could just make out in her standing position the lips of her vagina pouting tightly closed up between her long fleshy legs.
He felt his stiffening penis jerk up eagerly inside his shorts as he watched, and he cupped his excited loins in both hands to better enjoy the pleasant aching sensations beginning to spread through his genitals.
Once more he let his vision glide back up over the smooth flat belly to her breasts.
Kumar's mouth watered. He could hardly wait to get his hands and mouth on those tantalizing pink nipples and to twist and churn them into the rock hardness of passion.
Suddenly she turned her back to him and bent over to take something from the bag she had placed on the floor.
Small beads of perspiration broke out on Kumar's upper lip as he stared directly at the fleshy half-moons of her buttocks.
He could see the mouth of her tightly puckered anus nestled in the narrow crevice between her ass- cheeks as she leaned over, and the thin pink flanges of her cuntal slit beneath.
The spying old man groaned and squeezed his now fully erect cock between his hands through the material of his filthy crumpled khaki loose shorts, wishing that he could ram its throbbing length up into the warm tightness of her cunt without further delay. He felt as though his bloated testicles would explode from the excruciating pressure building up inside, and it was almost with a sense of relief that he watched her turn around again and drop two pellets of bubble-bath into the water.
Without waiting for the perfumed capsules to dissolve in the steaming hot water, Manya stepped over the side of the tub and sat down into the water with a long drawn-out sigh of pleasure. She leaned back with her eyes closed as if about to go to sleep.
Soon her voluptuous body was completely lost to Kumar's sight as the many-colored bubbles began to lock together around her reclining figure, and Kumar quietly let the peephole cover drop back into place.
Very soon he could come back and watch her dry her body and get into bed, he thought to himself.
Kumar greedily licked his lips and walked hurriedly back toward the bedroom where the lady should just about be finished with her bath.
Once more lifting the cover from the peephole and looking into the room where Manya was in fact now finishing her bath, he leaned forward, his breath coming in short gasps as he saw her carefully toweling her naked body before the mirror.
She rubbed the rough-textured material a last time over her bursting full breasts and down along the insides of her shapely thighs, seeming to shiver slightly when the terry-cloth came into contact with the sensitive pink mouth of her pussy; then she hung the towel on the back of the door.
She turned out the light in the bathroom and walked out of Kumar's view into the other room.
He could hear her digging in her bureau for something, and then, before long, she crossed into his line of vision again. Manya had put on a filmy nightgown that covered her firm luscious body only down to the tops of her full supple thighs.
Then she sat down on the bed and lay back, her feet facing directly at the peephole where the lustful voyeur was standing.
The thin nylon gown snaked its way up over the white flat plane of her belly, exposing the soft blonde silkiness at the junction of her slightly spread legs.
Seeing the tempting pink slit up between the sparse curls, he could hardly wait to part the velvety folds with his fingers when he would later sneak into her room.
Kumar's bulging eyes followed the sinuous contours of her hips up over the rising and falling rib cage to the creamy white mounds of her breasts.
They were set slightly close together and, through the thin covering of her nightgown, he could see the nipples.
Manya stretched languidly on the bed, revealing even more to his staring eyes the enticing treasure up between her long tapering legs.
Then she rolled onto her stomach, her well-rounded buttocks clenching involuntarily as she stretched out one arm to turn off the light in the room.
For a moment it was almost pitch black, and then Kumar could see that she had opened the blinds to let in the moonlight.
In the soft glow coming through the window he could see her once more roll over onto her back as she prepared her body for sleep.
She had one leg stretched straight out, pointing at the foot of the bed, and the other was bent to the side and up, leaving the wide open "vee" up between her thighs fully exposed to his gaze.
Then, finally, she seemed to fall asleep.
Kumar waited patiently.
He clenched his fist passionately as he saw her squirm around on the bed in her horniness.
It was light enough in the room that he could see her sexy form stretched sensuously along the length of the bed.
Her thighs had fallen apart a little more now and he could easily make out the spring curls that covered the mound of her lower belly and the tender lips of the gaping slit beneath.
He lustfully ran his tongue over his teeth with the thought running into his mind that he would have to wait a few more minutes.
His body was soaked in perspiration now from the very thought of that haughty bitch squirming in helpless surrender beneath his excited body.
He listened to the almost imperceptible ticking of the watch on his wrist, until finally he could stand it no longer.
He returned to the pathway outside the store room, carefully tiptoeing to the door of Manya’s room and turning the knob quietly in the door. He opened it slowly, pushing his head into the darkened room, listening for any sounds.
There was none, except the soft breathing of the motionless form on the bed.
He closed the door silently behind him, locking it to ensure that no one would disturb them.
He looked intently through the semi-darkness of the room.
The head of the sleeping woman was facing up at the ceiling, her eyes shut tight as if in a deep hard sleep, yet she moved slightly from time to time as though troublesome dreams were entering her head from the mysterious other world she had entered.
Kumar moved cat-like around the foot of the bed, not taking his eyes from the reclining figure sprawled back limply on it.
She had drawn her bent knee up still higher on the bed till it was even with her hip, the smooth white flesh of the inner thigh gleaming faintly in the dim moonlight.
The soft black hairs covering the pinkly exposed lips of her vagina were plainly visible to his squinting eyes as they adjusted to the weak light in the room.
He involuntarily drew in his breath with a sharp hissing sound. He had screwed many women, but never a sexy beautiful, high class lady like Manya and never a woman so innocent and pure as this one. Never one so proud and deliciously alluring.
He would never enjoy humiliating anyone so much as this thing slowly sinking into a heavy sleep.
The thought of helpless mewling grunts of pleasure coming from those sensual lips goaded his thickening penis into rock-hardness.
He could feel the hot blood throbbing painfully into its swollen head, where tiny droplets of white seminal fluid had already begun to seep from the sensitively aching tip and smear wetly against his tense belly.
Silently he unbuttoned the fly of his loose shorts and let his heavily pulsing cock burst free of all restraints, slightly easing the pain building in his cum-laden testicles below.
He slowly massaged the thick heavy foreskin back and forth over the throbbing cock-head as he edged his way around the bed toward the woman lying before him.
The hard rod of flesh in his hand was jerking eagerly as he pictured ramming it up between those wide- open thighs, burying its thick head far up inside her haughty belly.
Kumar removed the shabby sweater he was wearing, then loosened his belt and let his shorts drop heavily to the floor.
His hardness stood out fully exposed, his bold menacing erection pointing out over the spread-eagled body on the bed beneath.
He slowly unbuttoned his slightly dirty, sweaty shirt and threw it without looking into a chair in the corner of the room.
He stood for a moment longer over her motionless body, stroking himself into a rigidity that threatened to explode into streaming white-hot spurts at any moment.
He considered for a moment going ahead, for it would give him great pleasure to cum over her sleeping face and molded white breasts below, but he decided to wait for a future opportunity. The lewdly incited old man couldn't resist forcing one indignity on her, however, before he fucked her in the cunt.
He would be risking an orgasm before he had done everything he wanted to do, but he just had to see those moistly parted sensual lips close around his thick shaft, if only for a moment.
He kneeled down on the edge of the bed and turned her head gently toward his throbbing erect penis.
Her mouth was still only a scant few inches away from his erectly expanded penis, and he pushed his hips slowly forward toward her sideways-turned face, placing the wet sticky cock-head in the warm crevice formed by her passion-parted lips.
He placed one thumb under her nose and the other on her chin, pulling slowly outward until the heavy bulbous cock dropped in between her stretched lips and rested lightly against her teeth, the soft flesh of her mouth forming a heated furrow along its throbbing length.
He slowly flexed his hips back and forth, several small droplets of clear cum-fluid seeping from the end of his pulsing glands to mingle with the warm saliva forming inside her burning oral cavern.
He could feel the hot air from her slightly flaring nostrils flowing excitingly against his rigid member as she breathed in breathless, heaving gasps.
God, he could easily shoot his hot stream into her virginal young throat right now just looking at the obscene manipulations.
He thought of what it would be like to see her Adam's apple bobbing in her throat as she unwillingly swallowed his fiery load of cum, but he decided against it. The wildly excited Kumar reached one hand down to the hem of Manya’s flimsy negligee, sliding it slowly up her fleshy milk-white belly, then on over the gleaming swell of her breasts, until her whole naked torso was exposed to his view.
Although he had seen her unclothed body through the peephole, it hadn't excited him nearly as much as having her here now, spread helplessly beneath him where he could touch and fondle her to his heart's content.
With the thumb and forefinger of one hand he reached down and squeezed her soft lips tighter around his hotly throbbing penis, continuing the even stroking motion he was now making into her mouth.
The other hand moved over her magnificent ripe breasts, tweaking the nipples alternately between his fingers until he could feel them leaping into eager hardness in response to his touch.
The semi-sleepy Manya shifted slightly on the bed beneath him, moaning softly as though she was gradually becoming aware of his presence.
He held himself still, grasping his achingly hard cock, afraid for a moment that his drug-potion had not done its work completely.
His heavy pulsating shaft slipped lightly from between her parted wet lips, leaving a few almost invisible threads of sticky cock-lubricant trailing behind it.
"Oh! Sssh! Aaaah! Jikrsjtjj!" she mumbled some words thickly through the mind-numbing effects of the drugs.
Kumar smiled to himself above her. The smell of his pre-cum had worked its strange magic as it always had before. Manya was dreaming on, her body now becoming alert to the magic caresses turning her tingling body into a hot vessel of passionate desire.
In a mental haze, she passed her tongue slowly over her moist lips, savoring the pungent taste of aroused cock still clinging to them.
It did strange things to her, the odor and taste coursing through her entire being like a love potion, lighting little fires in her turgidly erect nipples and causing a throbbing in the nerve ends deep up in her warm throbbing vagina.
She writhed and twisted her body on the bed, groaning softly up into the dimly-lighted room.
Kumar grinned, his greedy dark eyes feasting lewdly on her unconsciously squirming nakedness. He moved his knees on the bed, crouching on all fours over her undulating young body, pushing her unresisting milk-white thighs wider apart.
Then he crawled up between them, his knees pressed outward against her ankles and his face panting a few inches above the openly spread pinkness of her loins.
He passed his tongue hungrily over his lips as his eyes bored down at her gleaming pussy rotating sensuously and expectantly just below his extending tongue.
He could see her moist juices glistening in the pink opening of her vagina, slowly seeping and spreading down the full length of the delicious narrow valley of pussy-flesh.
Her flowing love-juices trailed on down between the rounded cheeks of her buttocks pressed tightly into the mattress below.
Through half-closed eyes, the sleepy Manya could see a stranger’s face, dimly visible as he leaned down between her widespread legs.
She could feel the flat open palms of his hands pressing outward against her sensitive inner thighs, forcing them even farther apart.
Her most secret treasure was offered up to him to use as he wished, and she held her breath as he lowered his face closer and closer and then suddenly she felt the first searing contact!
The lustful old watchman’s hot probing tongue lashed out lightly over her quivering erect clitoris.
"Ohhhhh!" she moaned, shuddering from the electrifying pressure of tongue on pussy-flesh, her whole body jerking wildly up at him, as his warm moist lips closed hungrily over the entire quaking mound at the base of her belly.
His face was lost to her view, buried in the fine fleece, and she closed her eyes tightly again to enjoy the wet tickling kisses he was planting in the tenderly shuddering furrow, his moist tongue flicking serpent- like at the dilated opening of her cunt.
Her hands slipped sensuously down over the quivering swells of her breasts and brushed over the smooth plane of her shivering belly, coming to rest at her loins, on either side of Kumar's avidly sucking lips.
Her fingers stroked gently for a moment at the flexing hollows of her inner thighs, tracing the hot flashing sensations coursing through her tender skin, and then she salaciously spread the fleshy outer folds of her pussy farther apart to give his devouring lips fuller access to her hotly throbbing inner crevice.
The watchman’s wetly searing tongue shot out again and again, its flicking tip circling the erected clitoris while his lips sucked ravenously, drawing the warm slippery pussy-walls into the steaming hot cavern of his mouth. His sharp teeth nibbled playfully at the pink outer flanges as his tongue darted in and out of the succulent cuntal mouth.
Then suddenly his teeth closed lightly around the turgid nub of her clitoris tugging at it as though he wanted to bite it off, his greedily pointed tongue darting repeatedly over its rigid tip.
Manya groaned huskily as the hot probing wetness licked against the straining pink bud and she bucked her loins tighter up against his face.
Slowly he let her erect clitoris slip out from between his teeth and began having his saliva-soaked tongue up and down the length of her desire-moistened pussy-slit.
Starting at the lower belly and slithering its way over the elastic-rimmed opening of her wetly clasping vagina, the questing tongue slipped down, down into the crevice of her clenching buttocks, probing in heated search of the tight puckered anus below.
Her hips were now grinding impatiently down into the squeaking bed while soft mewling animal sounds escaped from between her clenched teeth.
Kumar worked hungrily up and down her pussy, feeling the curly wet pubic hair brushing teasingly against his cheeks.
Never in his wildest dreams had he expected to have such a proud innocent bitch squirming under his tongue and moaning for more.
Her groans drove his tongue faster and faster as it worked its way up and down the steaming wet valley of her loins.
He wanted her begging for it when he was ready to ram it to her, and she was almost there.
He had never seen anything like it, never seen anyone so hot for it.
She obviously needed fucking really bad, and she would get exactly what she wanted, this was just the beginning.
The incredulous old watchman knew the drugged Manya was too far gone now to fight anything he wanted to do to her and his mind began to form weird erotic pictures of the positions he could put her in and the things he could do at will to her thrashing desire-wracked body.
He chuckled lewdly as he felt her hands begin desperately clawing at his greasy bald head, guiding his face tighter against the palpitating opening of her cunt.
Again and again, he ran his tongue into the soft hair-rimmed furrow, flicking at the hungrily clutching cuntal mouth for a moment, and then quickly withdrawing to tease again around the hot throbbing edges of her pussy-slit.
He let her force his mouth down still more firmly over the tight little opening to her wetly clasping vagina.
As his eagerly sucking lips rounded and covered the clasping viscous opening, he thrust his tongue deep up into it, bringing a low guttural groan from the semi- conscious woman as her soft warm thighs closed convulsively around the sides of his bobbing face.
He could feel the wet cuntal flesh slip moistly around his hotly extended tongue as the walls of her vagina opened and closed in a greedy clutching motion attempting to pull the invading instrument in deeper and deeper.
It felt as though the nibbling voracious mouth would pull his tongue out by the roots, devouring it alive. Manya snaked her legs around his body and pushed her heels down against his back, pressing his face into the velvety trap until he could barely breathe, his nose smashed tight against the hard clitoris above.
He breathed in the sweet pungent odor of her vaginal secretions, now flowing in abundance from her cunt, the aroma inciting his penis to hardness he could no longer control.
He had to fuck this bitch soon or he would explode his load of cum all over the mattress!
The half sleepy Manya was lost in the fire of the moment.
Every muscle in her body was tensed as she strained her hips desperately upward toward that maddening probe between her legs.
This dirty old watchman had become like a God to her.
She had never expected it could be like this, that he could bring such glorious sensual feelings to her experienced body.
Her lust for him incited her further as her up-drawn legs opened and closed around the tormenting head that was gluttonously licking at her flame-seared pussy below.
The tendons of her neck stood out as she pulled with all her strength against the tangled hair of his bobbing bald head.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhh! Gooood!" she moaned, splaying her legs out wider and wider to give him easier access to her wildly throbbing loins.
The lust-crazed old man could stand it no longer.
He grabbed the hallucinating Manya’s flailing legs behind the knees and shoved them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up over her sweat-soaked body at the same time.
His rigidly jerking cock brushed against her wet prickling pubic hair as he planted his hands on either side of her shoulders, her ankles locking tightly behind his neck.
He could look down between their bodies and see her upturned ass-cheeks and expanded cuntal slit, visibly fluttering just inches from his painfully throbbing cock.
Kumar grinned obscenely above her as he edged his quivering penis slowly forward, watching its broad tip nuzzle into the pink moist flower of her eagerly waiting cunt.
He stopped when the tip was firmly set in place, ready to slip forward and impale her at the first lunge he would make with his hips.
He could feel her straining upward to take it in her, her hotly palpitating cuntal flanges writhing against him, sending waves of unbearable pleasure all the way from his bloated glands down the rigid cock-shaft into his aching balls hanging heavily below.
He let her beg with her cunt a moment longer, poised above her like a bird of prey just waiting for the right instant to swoop down and spear her-then he drew back slightly for the first thrusting drive up into her quaking white belly.
At that moment, he heard the unmistakable sound of telephone ringing in Manya’s drawing room.
"Damn!" he cursed out loud.
He had put off the exquisite moment he had been waiting for one minute too long.
It didn't seem possible that so much time had passed, but it must have.
He hovered above her a little longer, considering going ahead and shoving forward into the squirming hot cunt clutching at his pulsating shaft-but he wanted to carry it to full humiliating completion when he did.
Cursing again under his breath as he gazed from above down at the uncomprehending beautiful woman, he disentangled himself from her encircling arms and legs and climbed hurriedly down off the bed.
"Don't worry, hot bitch! I’ll attend the call. I'll fuck you later till you can't walk!" he growled down at her undulating, un-satiated body.
It only took him a split second to slip his clothes back on again, and then he let himself out of the room, taking care to lock the door securely from the outside so that the desperate Manya would not be able to get away.
Manya thrashed and moaned on the bed, unable to comprehend what was happening. She moaned out her frustration, clamping her thighs tightly together.
She was willing to give any kind of pleasure, if only he put his exciting hardness into her now and drown the gnawing fire that raged out of control in her vagina.
The hopelessly confused Manya opened her sleepy eyes and glanced searchingly around the dim moonlit room, groaning again in unsatisfied passion, when she found no sign of that manly figure.
She groaned again and again, in frustrated memory of the hard fleshy rod that had been so near to quenching the fires of love. Kumar lifted the cradle and answered, “Hello! This is Police Station,” and to his astonishment the caller apologized saying he was actually looking for Railway Enquiry.
It was a wrong number.
The watchman pulled the cord off from the socket wrapped it around the instrument and lodged the telephone in the low level cabinet of the counter of the teapoy.
He smiled lewdly as he returned to the bed where Manya was still lying in a semi sleepy state.
He stood in front of her unbuttoning his shorts and then letting them drop to the floor.
His throbbing hard penis stood out from his body pointing straight at her. It looked like a giant wooden shaft growing up through the black underbrush of his thick pubic hair.
With one hand he stroked the foreskin back and forth over the expanding cock-head which grew in size each time it disappeared and reappeared through the thick flesh covering it.
By now Manya was gaining her senses to some extent from her dreamy sleep.
He watched the lust in her face as her eyes remained involuntarily locked on his cock, his excitement flaring as he saw the hopeless fear rising in her eyes.
This would be more fun than a totally drugged unconscious body, with which he was accustomed back in his native place in the western mountain range of his home state.
Now she would be fairly conscious of the things he was doing to her, but would still be unable to fight it off, he smiled wickedly.
Kumar stepped toward her, his mouth open, his eyes drinking in the long tapering roundness of her smooth silky legs, the bursting fullness of her boobs, the whiteness of her flat smooth belly.
"Don't touch me, you beast! Don't touch me!" she shouted mildly without shriek.
"It's too late, Madam," he intoned with contempt in his voice.
He grabbed her shoulders with his hands, the strong sinewy fingers digging harshly into her skin.
"No, no! I can't do it!" she whimpered.
Her pleas fell on his unhearing ears even as his arms enveloped her, his lips crushing down against her, his thick rigid cock below pressing hard into her softly yielding belly.
His tongue snaked its way out between his sharp teeth into the resisting wetness of her mouth.
She struggled to free herself, but fear and the effect of the dire needed late night sleep she had had drained her of the strength to fight.
His hairy sweaty body glued itself tightly to hers, arms and legs winding about her like a giant spider web from which there was no escape.
"Please, please don't!" she groaned into the searing mouth locked over hers.
The room seemed to spin as he pushed her backwards toward the bed, sending her sprawling flat on her back, his body descending on top of her to pin her tightly to the jiggling bed.
She pressed her thighs together, attempting to hold back the squirming body trying to lodge itself between them.
His throbbing cock was trapped there, forcing itself lewdly up and down against the silky smooth skin of her thighs.
Manya could feel the hard thick rod sliding against the sensitive inner hollows of her struggling thighs as his head pressed down forcefully against hers, then suddenly dropped, and she felt the sharp excruciating pain of his teeth biting savagely into the taut muscles of her straining neck.
She kicked out automatically with her long smooth legs, attempting to dislodge him from above her.
His body sank triumphantly down between her protesting thighs as they splayed obscenely open, and the broad pulsing tip of his cock-shaft pressed demandingly against the pubic curls her pussy.
His pelvis began a deliberate grinding motion against her upturned loins,
His hips undulated slowly, slowly, watching the changing expressions on the face of the beautiful woman trapped beneath him, knowing she couldn't stand this torment for long.
He gloated to himself that he would soon ignite her body to his lewd probing, and then she would give him what he had wanted since he had first started working with her-her complete submission to his will.
Manya could feel it happening.
Her long tense form was pressed tightly into the mattress, so that she could do nothing to escape the hotly palpitating rod forcing itself against the trembling moist furrow between her legs, but her conscious mind was fighting the torture of the teasingly stroking shaft, fighting against surrender to it.
"Noooo! Nooo!" she mumbled incoherently, even as her hips began to move involuntarily in hardly perceptible little circles that betrayed her determination to resist.
Kumar felt her unwilling response as the thighs that had been pressed tightly together in vain resistance to his prodding cock suddenly fell loosely apart.
Her heels hooked behind his knees and, with a low animal-like groan, her arms snaked around his neck pulling his mouth down to press wetly over hers.
Manya sucked his tongue voraciously into her mouth, soft mewling sounds escaping from her greedily sucking lips.
She ground her suddenly hungry loins up toward his rock-hard cock.
Kumar reached down between their bodies, savagely guiding the end of his violently throbbing cock up between the now unprotected ridges of her cuntal lips.
He could feel the curly tickling pubic hair parting before his unimpeded onslaught.
The thick rubbery tip of his penis momentarily met resistance at the entrance to the hot moist passage and then he felt the elastic mouth suddenly give, allowing his turgid hardness to slip wetly inside.
The lusty watchman thrust forward with all his strength and fury, his massively skewering cock slithering deep, deep inside her wet velvety cunt with a heedless shoving force that brought a muffled scream from Manya’s contorted face. He didn't relent in his searing plunge up into her quivering unprepared vagina until he felt his balls slap heavily against her upturned ass-cheeks and he held it there, savoring the hotly squirming cunt palpitating around his deeply imbedded cock.
Abruptly the impaled woman no longer wanted to resist as she felt her vagina becoming wet and open around the heavy throbbing rod.
She started screwing her cunt up and down on it, pinning her legs back against her shoulders, wanting to take it all to the hilt, until it bored deep into her quaking belly, until it fucked all the way up into her throat.
She no longer had any pride left.
The delighted watchman Kumar wasn't sure what had happened, but he knew that he had somehow tapped into the central whore that lives inside every woman.
He braced himself on his knees and elbows above the wildly thrashing body, letting the hungrily clasping cunt suck his flesh until he retaliated by bucking forward on her upward stroke several times, driving the hotly expanding cock-head right up to the sensitive wall of her cervix.
"Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" she groaned out of control as his whole invading hardness fucked into her, the power of his thrusts driving her heaving buttocks pitilessly down into the mattress below.
Wasting no time now that he had her responding with every inch of her wantonly rocking body, Kumar reached back underneath her grinding ass-cheeks and slipped his extended middle finger along the widely spread crevice between their rounded half-moons.
Finally he found the tiny puckered anus and thrust his finger all the way up to the second knuckle in the tightly clenched little opening. "Aaagggh! Aaaagggh!" she grunted in pain at the unexpected intrusion into her cringing anus.
Her feet jerked erotically in the air above his back, her toes curling spasmodically.
He had hurt her for a moment, but she liked the sensations now coursing through every nerve in her ravaged body.
Through the thin wall of moist flesh separating his finger inside her anus from his pummeling cock slipping wetly in and out of her hotly clasping pussy, Kumar could feel the ridges on the bottom of his thick bloated penis rippling through the warm waves of flesh.
Manya began unconsciously moaning all the obscene words she could think of between her panting gasps as she bucked and twisted under his weight.
"Fuck me, you bastard! Fuck me! Ram it in me good!" she groaned over and over again.
Kumar grinned lewdly down at her lust-distorted face as he rammed his pelvis forward with a vengeance.
Each time she gyrated her loins down over his smoothly sliding hardness, he thrust the finger in her anus upward until it was fully submerged in her wildly jerking rectal passage, and then, as she bucked back up away from his skewering finger, he drove his cock still harder into the wetly sucking inner recesses of her cunt.
He had her hopelessly impaled between the twisting finger and pistoning cock, and he was enjoying her wildly thrashing movements beneath him more than he had ever enjoyed fucking a woman before.
The lust juices from her dilating cunt ran down over his hand, lubricating wetly the finger now sunk all the way to his fist in her rotating anus.
The wildly responding woman strained back under him, arching her loins against his grinding pelvis and twitching back down onto his wiggling finger.
She moaned incessantly, her head flailing from side to side on the crumpled bedspread, her body a mass of electric tingles that shot through it half in pain and half in pleasure.
"Uuuuggghh!" she grunted as he began buffeting her harder in lewd rhythm between his hand and the growing plunging cock.
He could feel its thickness expanding more with each thrust he made up into the wet hot passage, its relentless lust fed by the very hopelessness of the unwilling woman now squirming incoherently beneath him.
Manya could feel the stone-hard shaft thickening incitingly inside her ever-moistening vagina.
She was given no relief from the hotly building crest of pleasure climbing, climbing deep in her trembling belly.
"Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!" she chanted in time to his long hard strokes.
Huge warm waves of delicious feeling raced through her entire body, until she felt like it was an expanding balloon of joy, filling, filling, until she was ready to burst.
She sucked wildly on the tongue flicking into her mouth, wanting her every bodily orifice to be filled.
This was all that was real, there was nothing else, and then suddenly, with a deep-throated groan, she felt great floods of her hot cum-juices throbbing from the rippling walls of her cunt, streaming out in endless gushes around the hard fleshy rod slipping faster and faster into her.
She seemed to be cumming forever, the fluids gushing out onto his heavy balls beneath and over his hand skewering into the crevice of her ass-cheeks.
She gave one long low moan, splaying her legs high into the air and as wide apart as they would go to give the still rapidly pistoning cock even greater access.
She thrust her loins up at him with superhuman force, screwing herself up hungrily on the thick pumping shaft.
Juices flowed still from her quivering vagina as her nostrils flared in passion, then one long last gasp of breath rasped up out of her lungs as though she had been struck in the stomach.
She collapsed under him, her body shivering uncontrollably from the lingering sensations following her down from the peak of wanton lust she had reached.
Kumar felt her surging climax as he drove his cock deeper inside her while her legs splayed out and waved on either side of his body.
He could feel the hotly jetting stream begin in his cum-inflated balls and rush down the length of his pulsating thick cock-shaft, spewing wildly out into the depths of her clasping womb.
He was filling her completely, his hot sperm overflowing with her own love juices out of the curl-lined lips of her spasmodically contracting cunt.
He gave one last low gasp as with a jerk he emptied the last of his load of semen into her still quivering belly, and then he too collapsed like a broken puppet over her limply spread-eagled body. They lay still, a loose tangle of arms and intertwined legs, their breathing gradually returning to normal during the long moment of quiet.
Then Kumar lifted himself from the unmoving body of the satiated woman, his deflated cock slipping with a lewd sucking noise out of the cum-soaked furrow between her openly splayed legs.
Then he stood up and dressed quickly, running his eyes over the length of her abundantly spread legs and he could see the sticky pool of their mingled cum-juices forming beneath her buttocks.
Her mouth hung slackly open in exhaustion, and her hair was matted on her forehead and lay in tangles under her face turned to one side.
He directed a final triumphant grin at her.
She had been really fucked well and they both knew it.
Manya met Mahesh at the local library. He is a frequent visitor there. It became Manya’s habit to visit the library just to see this boy which usually gave her a high thrill.
He is the son of a rich man in the neighborhood locality. He is very cute, very sexy and has the face of a film-star and the body of a demi-God. He knows this and he takes good care of himself.
He is clean-shaven with the square-jawed and his nose is strong and straight, his cheeks sexily hollowed, his lips full and wide and sensual and his teeth are white and strong. His eyes are dark and deep-set under thick eyebrows. His hair is thick and dark.
His body is stunning. Manya thought he lifts weights and works out for hours on end to keep in shape. A bullish neck spans out to broad, powerful shoulders. His torso is a breathtakingly slashed V that tapers to a narrow waist and high hips. His chest is broad and deeply cleaved and his belly is hard and flat.
His arms and legs are thick and long and bunched with muscle. His torso is hairless; even his armpits are depilated; Manya had seen it under his open shirt.
She had also noticed the prominent bulge in his crotch and frequently fantasized about his cock. Manya thought it must be enormously long for a boy of 17 years.
He could not stop looking at her, the Manya Aunty so lovely, so pretty, so sexy, and curved.
Mahesh couldn’t stop looking at her breasts, the way they jut out, full and ripe and high, like succulent fruit. Her belly is firm and flat. He had seen it when she was in a sari.
Whenever she used to go to library dressed in a chiffon sari, she wore a low cut blouse so that Mahesh could have a peep on her lovely breasts.
When he stood near her and really close, he could see the beginning of her cleavage, and would look down where the sexy gold ‘mangalsutra’ chain around her neck disappears.
The neck of her blouse is cut in a dangerously deep U that shows a good deal of her chest, the swell of her breasts squeezed together under it. The blouse is short and tight and her breasts jut out provocatively over her bare midriff.
What she always felt when he was near her was that he wanted to pull the clothes off her, to squeeze her breasts, and make hard love to her.
Manya also wanted to fuck him, and she really enjoyed the sport of seducing him, hunting him, taking her time and drawing it out, savoring the exquisite torture of denial. She knew she wanted to make love to this virgin boy, but she hadn't yet quite decided how she want to do it.
So after teasing him for almost 3 months, she decided to go for it if Mahesh was interested.
After taking the books from the library she just stood outside the library waiting for Mahesh to approach her. He was following her closely and came near her.
After the usual flirting and chatting she asked him if he could give her a lift on his bike. She had dressed especially for the occasion in a fitting salwar kaherez.
They sat in his bike and Mahesh rode at very high speed to impress her. And whenever he put the break, her breasts brushed against his backside (he did this purposefully).
On the drive home, she remembered that her hubby wanted her to stop at a shop and select a gift for a friend's birthday party.
People were crowded very thickly at the entrance, as a popular cine actress had also been in the shop.
She thought of going back, but the crowd grew bigger and Manya and Mahesh were in the middle of it.
As she couldn't move back very far, she settled in to wait it out with Mahesh behind her.
Suddenly the crowd surged forward as the actress came into the view and waved at the crowd. People were moving forward to have a glimpse of her and get her autograph.
Unexpectedly Mahesh’s hands went to her shoulders as her buttocks were caught in his pelvis.
She moaned as she pushed it further back into him instinctively, slightly rotating it. God!, she thought, as a sweet shiver went through her pussy, this young boy was exciting her! The crowd was pushing on.
Just the thought of her ass in his pelvis and his young cock, let alone the feel of it, was making her dizzy. She was hot and she needed more.
Suddenly, Mahesh inched closer as if he read her thoughts. He reached for her breasts and rotated his cock on her ass as he felt her up. He sighed as he ran his tongue lightly over her ears.
The crowd was so thickly packed, she was sure no one noticed him taking her. Not a word was spoken as he touched her.
Suddenly the crowd began to break up.
And reluctantly Mahesh let go of her.
But she was horny and hot.
So she decided to take him to her home rather than wasting time shopping. Her sons were away on a short picnic and were expected to be back late in the night.
They stepped into the house, kicked off her slippers, dumped her bag and, before he realized what was happening, was standing before him, slipping her arms around his neck, lifting her face to his.
Mahesh's cock throbbed erect and he gripped her hips and pulled her body to his, his pulse racing, his flesh hot and feverish with lust.
"You want me, don't you?" she murmured, and her breath was warm on his face. He nodded, sinking into the deep brown pools of her ‘kajal’ -rimmed eyes that glittered with a strange flame.
"Then take me, Mahesh," she whispered. "Fuck me. Show me what you know."
Manya pulled his head down to her and her lips flowered under his lips and her tongue snaked out to his mouth.
He stilled himself and when he let his lips part, her tongue darted into his mouth, quick as an eel, flicking sexily against his.
Manya held the kiss, sucking his lower lip, drawing his tongue into her mouth and her hands slid slowly down his body, undoing his shirt, pulling it out of his jeans, pulling it wide and her fingers touched his naked flesh and caressed the hard, clean contours of his torso.
"Take off my dress," she murmured, her tongue swirling through his ear. "I'm naked under it."
Fumbling, Mahesh undressed her and she stepped into his arms naked and slender and sensuous, her golden skin glowing, and her face soft and radiant with pleasure.
Taking his hands, she put them on her breasts. "Squeeze them!" she murmured in a soft command. "Yes ... that's it! ... See how my tits get hard and bigger! ... Yes! Now pinch my nipples ... Oh, that's good! ..."
Manya took his hand and put it in her pussy and he groaned at the touch of her soft, velvety pubic hair against his fingers and he felt the first sticky wetness seeping from the tender lips of her pussy.
"I'm hot!" she moaned. "I'm hot and wet for you, Mahesh! ... I want your cock in my pussy ... and your tongue! ... You will fuck me, won't you?" He nodded dumbly.
Manya’s fingers slid down his body and she undid his jeans, pulled down the fly and he gasped as her fingers curled around his cock. She jerked his penis tenderly.
"You're beautiful!" she murmured. "You've got a beautiful body and a beautiful cock! I want it."
He groaned, and his penis throbbed and quivered as she pumped it gently, raking her fingernails up and down the long shaft.
She kissed him again and when she broke the kiss, drowning him in her warm black eyes, he gasped, and then she kissed him again, sliding her tongue along his lips, and rubbing her breasts against his chest.
Quick as a snake, then, she went down on her knees before him.
Mahesh looked down, astonished!
Her lips parted and her tongue swirled out over his thick cock-head.
"Ohhh! Uhh yes!" he gasped sharply, his belly snapping inward in shock.
"Slowly, Mahesh," she murmured. "Don't be in such a rush!"
"I can't help it!"
"You must try! How else will you learn? I can't teach you if you don't try! Okay, are you ready now?" "Yes."
"Good. Now ... easy does it ... Put it in slowly ... Mmmm, yes! ... Ohhh yes! ... That's it! ... Oh that feels so good, Mahesh! Yes! That's wonderful!’
Manya deliberately waited for a moment to pass. “Now ... push it in deeper ... Yes! Oh ma yes! That's it! C'mon ... deeper! ... Shove it in, Mahesh ... As deep as you can ... Ohhhhhh! Uhhh! Yes! That's it! Put it all in, lover! Oh God, yes! Oh Mahesh! ... Uhhhh yes!"
Above her, the strapping teen boy groaned thickly and flexed his buttocks taut. His lean hips dipped and his good six-inch erection squelched into her convulsing slit.
She gasped and arched steeply under him, clenching his powerful biceps, lifting her hips to meet his in descent. Her cunt spasmed and contracted on his throbbing penis and the boy gasped.
His face was flushed and he was panting heavily, his nostrils flared, and his mouth open.
The pressure in his groin was unbearable, and her cunt was unrelenting on his distended penis.
His body was tense and taut, veins popping in his neck and forehead, his muscles cording powerfully. His hard, tall body glistened with a light sweat.
A thin rivulet of perspiration coursed down his face, over his neck and deep chest and splashed on her breast.
She murmured in pleasure and, gripping his buttocks, keeping him pinned inside her, began moving her hips deftly in gentle undulating circular motions.
The boy groaned.
Her cunt churned around his cock, alternately squeezing and releasing his penis.
She smiled gently. "There!" she asked softly. "Doesn't that feel good, Mahesh? Do you like that?"
"Yes!" he gasped. "Oh God yes!"
"This is how you must fuck a woman, Mahesh ... Slowly and deeply and thoroughly! Do you understand?"
"Yes ... no ... I don't know! Oh God ... C'mon!"
"No! Not yet! Not so fast!"
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!," the boy moaned.
"Slowly now!" she murmured, guiding him.
"Gently! ... Now ... start moving! ... Move your cock out ... Aahhhhhh!... Yes! ... That's it Ggggood! ... Now ... hold it ...”
She waited for a good ten seconds to catch up her breath. Then she breathed outy and sent her command in a soft voice.
“Yes! ... Now shove it in again ... Now! Yes! OHHHHHHH that's it! Shove it all in Mahesh! Shove it right in! OHHHHH baby yes! Now again! ... Out! ... Mmm! ... Ohh! Uhhh! Yes! ... “ She paused for her breath. A deep inhale was all she wanted. But the spasming cunt beat her heart’s need of air.
Her waist heaved up in a hurry and she moaned, “Now ... in! ... Oh ma! Uhhhhhhh yes! Oh fuck, yes! Again! C'mon Mahesh ... Do it! ... In a rhythm! ... Move with me! ...”
His body responded to her command. She too voiced in a rhythem. “Out ... yes! And in! ... Ohhh! Uhhh yes! ... Out! ... Uhhh! ... In! ... Ohh! Out. That's it! That's it! ... Yes! ... Keep moving ... Just like that! ... Oh God, Mahesh! ... That feels so good!"
Manya hissed in pleasure and dragged her slender fingers up his hard, V-shaped torso to his deeply cleaved chest and trail them over his nipples, her fingernails digging into his smooth skin.
Her pointed tongue arched sexily over her deliciously curved upper lip. She moved her hips easily and rhythmically in a steady up and down motion.
Her cunt was a hot vortex that engulfed the throbbing mass of his virgin cock-flesh, squeezing and contracting greedily on its mass. Her succulent breasts jiggled with their motions, her nipples rigid and stiff.
The long gold ‘mangalsutra’ danced on her smooth, creamer flesh.
Mahesh gasped in pleasure as he fucked her, thrusting his cock in and out of her moist, tight, convulsing cunt.
"Mahesh," she gasped. "Slow down! ... Breathe out! ... Again! ... Yes ... Several breaths! ... In and out! ... That's it! ... Get a grip on yourself ... Focus, Mahesh! ... C'mon ... concentrate! ... Yes! ... Now calm down! ... Empty your mind! ... Don't try and think! ... Don't think of me! ... Close your eyes ... It's you ... Just you! ... And your cock! ... In my pussy! ... My pussy’s nice and hot and tight, isn't it? Yes! It feels good on your cock, doesn't it? See? See how it squeezes your penis? It's just you and your penis and her pussy now ... And all you want to do ... All you have to do is pull it out ... Slowly ... Yes! ... That's good! ... More! ... Take it all the way out... That's it! ... That's it! Stop! ... Not all the way out ... Just till there ...Yes! Leave your cock-head in my pussy ... Now stop ... Don't move ... Don't move at all... Mmm!... Wait for me to beg for it ... Now ...please! ... Shove it in! ... Shove it right in, Mahesh! ... Slowly! …... Aahhhhhhhhhh! Uhhh! Yes! Oh! God that's so good! ... Now again! ... Out! ... Wait ... Now in! …. Uuhhhhhhhh Oh ma uhhhh!… Yes! Again! Oh God yes ...Now! Quickly! Push it in hard! All the way! Just push it in, Mahesh! OHHHHHHHHHHHH uhhh yes! Oh God yes! That's it! Do it again! Ahhhhhh uhhh oh ma uhhh yes! Oh uhh oh uhh oh uhh God yes! ... Now slow again ... Yes! ... Mmm! ... That's lovely! ... Slow again ... and again ... Once more! ... Again! ... Now hard! ... Yes, oh yes, oh God yes! That's it! Oh fuck! Yes! Do it! Uhh… Yes again! Oh Lord yes! Mahesh, yes!"
The teenager followed her guidance, feeling giddy and oddly light-headed. He could hardly believe this was happening at last, at long last, after so long, so much waiting, so much dreaming, so much longing, those lonely nights of endless masturbation, fantasizing about her.
The ultimate was soon going to happen to him, he thought. He forgot everything as his mind and eyes were closed now.
“You a slut! Manya whore! Teen boy’s whore! Bee-hive cunt! Wet cunt! Dripping cunt! Dream cunt! Milking cunt! Big cunt! Deep cunt! Hungry cunt! Take my cock full! Suck my semen. Be my wife, Manya! Give me a hundred children!” he fucked her in an angry passion of lust.
“Oh my lovely lover! This is what I wanted to hear from your mouth! Yes yes yes! I’m a slut! I’m your whore! Fuck me deep and fill your semen! If God wills, I’ll produce a kid every week for you! Let them all have your surname! Yes! Yes! Yes! Pray to God and fuck me until I die!”
She could feel his hard erect maleness trying to erupt deep into her fleshy canal. Her body was on fire with desire as she had said to him and started to pray to God to fulfill her the past moment’s desire to produce 100 kids for her new virulent lover Mahesh.
He now cupped her soft big enormous wide protruding arse cheeks, pressing and kneading with his hands. Her fingers were digging into his back. Manya’s hair knot got unfurled in all directions on the bed, her beautiful soft thick hair spread onto her back beyond her thunderous thighs.
The softness of her silky hair touching his hands further aroused his carnal desire.
He took hold of her face into his hands. She was looking into his eyes. He could sense the animal desire in Aunt Manya’s eyes,
“Oh Shiva, I can’t wait! Dear do it! Do it to me!”
The banal desire in her eyes was unmistakable, with her hands on my hips pressing him against her.
He took her breasts into his hands fondling them.
She urged, “Fuck me!”
He started fucking her savagely with all the force and energy to rip her cunt apart, to go farther and farther into her depths
“Oh my son! Fuck me! Fuck your mother! Fuck me, my son!” she was repeating the same words again and again, while moving herself up to meet each of his stroke.
She came, finally, as if a volcano erupted, as if an earth quake occurred. Her whole body in frenzied uncontrollable spasms, as she dug her nails into his back scratching, drawing blood.
Mahesh said, “Amma! Amma! Ammaaaaaaaa!” as he ejaculated his hot loads of sperm into her cunt.
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