Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 04

The person who stays opposite Manya’s house is Uncle Raj.

Uncle Raj is a business man and comes to Bangalore for 15 days in a month and then he returns to his family in Hyderabad. He is a garment exporter.

Uncle Raj is 55 years old, and nearly 5 feet 11 inches tall and huge. He has got a big paunch or rather a pot belly.

Uncle Raj and Deen are the best of friends. Though he is aged, he is still young at heart. They roam together when he is in town and have a nice time going to dance bars and all these places.

So Manya was always annoyed when Uncle Raj comes because Deen comes home late.

This went on, and whenever he used to come Manya used to send food to his place sometimes, and he really used to appreciate Manya’s cooking and say that her food was just beautiful like her.

Uncle Raj was a very horny man and he used to watch porno films.

At times when Manya came to call Deen when he used to remain in Raj’s home, he had seen Uncle Raj looking at her ass closely as she walked, but he never suspected anymore because he was a very decent man.

One night as usual Uncle Raj asked Deen when his father was going to come, etc and then said that Deen had a very beautiful mother and Deen thanked him taking that as a compliment and switched on the TV to watch some movies.

Then Uncle Raj adjourned to his bedroom and started to watch some blue films in his computer and he had an absolute hard on.  When Deen casually opened the door and he could see Uncle Raj’s massive hard on through his lungi.

Uncle Raj then went to toilet.

His toilet door was cracked at the bottom, so Deen carefully went and peeked inside and saw Uncle Raj stroking one of the biggest cocks Deen have ever seen.

Deen never even thought that man could be such long. All the time he used to see big cocks on the internet, he used to think that they were just tricks but he could not believe this Uncle Raj had a very long cock which must be at least 13 inches long and very thick, around one and a half inches thick and he had huge balls hanging and covers with lots of grey hair all over.

Deen saw him stroke himself for 20 minutes. Then finally he saw him cum, he just kept spunking like anything.

There was so much of his thick semen all over the place, he never seemed to stop, spurt by spurt he kept spunking like anything.

Deen was thinking to himself that Uncle Raj’s wife must me the most satisfied woman in the world, but also was wondering how she could take such a big penis inside. Deen never thought it possible.

He thought Uncle Raj’s wife was the most luckiest woman, but then little did he know at that time that not only his wife but also his own mother was going to be very lucky.

After this he quietly switched off the TV and Uncle Raj too came out and he seemed very much relieved.

Just then the bell rang and it was Manya asking Deen to come home.

Deen went home and as he went, he saw Uncle Raj stare at Manya’s whole body like a hungry wolf. 

At home Deen had dinner and went to sleep.

At night somewhere around 1 O’ clock their home started getting blank calls and Manya picked up and no one used to speak.

Deen immediately picked up the parallel phone in his room and tried Uncle Raj’s number and it was engaged.

So Deen knew it was Uncle Raj .

Again Deen hung up and the phone rang.

Manya picked up and said, “Hello.”

Then Deen could make out Uncle Raj changed his voice and said, "I want to talk to you."

Manya asked, "Who's this?"

He said, "I'm your admirer! You are very beautiful! I want to kiss you and lick your armpits and have sex with you!"

Manya abused and kept the phone at the side. After sometime she hung up and then again the phone rang and this time Manya did not say anything.

He said, "You look very beautiful in a saree and you have the best pair of breasts and ass I have ever seen!" 

Manya said, "Bastard!" and hung up. This time the phone did not ring.

In the morning at 7 am their door bell rang.

Deen did not get up from bed and kept his eyes closed and wondered who it was. He pulled over the sheets and partly opened his eyes.

He heard his mom Manya open the door and then he heard Uncle Raj open Deen’s bed room door and ask Manya whether he was still asleep.

She said, “Yes.”

He left the bedroom door wide open and from there Deen could directly see mom Manya in the kitchen in a tight yellow saree and she was pouring milk in the vessel Uncle Raj brought (sometimes he used to take milk from Deen‘s house because he used to be fast asleep when the milk man comes).

Deen heard them talking something and then he saw Uncle Raj keep his hands on Manya’s shoulders and she immediately moved away from there and ignored his move and kept pouring the milk.

Uncle Raj moved near to her and this time boldly cupped her right ass tightly in his right hand and pressed it very hard.

Deen guessed because Manya cried ouch and she lost her color in temper. He guessed because she asked him to behave himself and never expected him to be like this and to leave right then.

He went near her and took her in his arms and tried to kiss her, but she tried her level best to push him and said Deen would wake up.  But he just pressed her against the wall and managed to kiss her cheeks and his one hand was around Manya’s bare waist trying to move up her breast and the other behind pressing her ass.

She called him bastard and son of a bitch and he said he loved her and he was the one who called her.

The milk was now spilled all over the place.

Manya was wriggling all the time trying to free herself from him and finally she got away and she ran to her bed room and locked the door.

Uncle Raj took his milk and went home quietly and closed our door.

Then Deen got up and knocked at Manya’s room and said, “It’s me, mom! Where is the coffee?”

She immediately opened the door and was looking distraught and her hair fell apart haywire and then she said she would get it right away and she went to the kitchen.

Deen ept mum about the whole thing and acted as if nothing happened.

After tea Deen to Uncle Raj’s place and he was very cheerful and asked him did Manya get up?

Deen said yes and Uncle Raj said he wanted some sugar.

Deen went and told Manya that Uncle wanted sugar, and Manya dejectedly gave some sugar.

Deen gave it to him and then after sometime he left for work and Deen left for school.  Evening Deen came home and Manya was not there at home. For a second his heart raced thinking where she was gone? Even Uncle was not there at home.

Deen stood at the balcony waiting for her when he saw her come in an auto with vegetables from the market. She did not see me standing at the balcony.

He watched his beautiful mother Manya dressed in the cutest rose pink silk shiny saree that his dad had given her.

She got down from the auto, paid the fellow and during this time another auto came and Uncle Raj got out and he was staring at Manya and smiling at her.

She panicked and picked the bags and started running towards the building, because Deen guessed she did not want to enter the compound with him.

Uncle Raj also paid fast and started walking fast towards the building, all the time staring at Manya’s beautiful ass that shook very seductively as she ran.

Uncle Raj fastened his pace and looked up and saw Deen and slowed down and smiled at him.

In minutes Deen heard his door knock and he ran to open it and Manya hurried in all nervous and sweating.

She settled down on the sofa with a cold glass of water and the fan at full speed. She looked worried.

All this time Deen kept quite and was watching to see whether Uncle Raj could get her and also he wanted to see whether his beautiful mother would give in to him and the thought of her receiving Uncle Raj’s huge big monster penis deep in her made me absolutely horny.  Somehow Deen wished that Uncle Raj should succeed, but he knew that he could never succeed that easily because Manya was the very modest type and very strict in others’ eyes.

Later on in the evening Deen had a bath and was ready to go to Uncle Raj’s place.

Manya said, “Don't go there.”

Deen said, “No I'm going,” and took his house keys and went there.

They talked quite a lot and then Uncle Raj started asking about Manya and said, “It looks like your mother had gone to the market shopping. Tell her she really looks very very beautiful in that silk saree!”

Deen could see his hard on in the lungi and he was trying to hide it.

Then Uncle Raj grew bolder and said, “That saree suits perfectly for her beautiful figure!”

Deen ignored it and Uncle Ra got up and went to the toilet.

Deen peeked in and saw him masturbating again. Deen knew Uncle Raj was thinking about his mom Manya at that time and wanted her so badly.

Looking at his monster cock Deen wondered if mom Manya could take it and then also looking at how badly Uncle Raj needed her.

Deen decided to do something to pair them up. Somehow he wanted them both to enjoy each other. Because he wanted to see that monster cock in action. Whether his mom Manya could handle such a huge thing?

So Deen decided to leave his house keys at Uncle Raj’s place. 

So he kept it on the TV set.

After that Deen went home.

Manya was still there in that silk saree. She opened the door.

They had dinner together and Deen wondered whether she would be with Uncle Raj tonight, wondering whether the silk saree would be taken off by Uncle Raj!

Then finally she went to sleep with the silk saree on. She was very tired.

Deen went to her room and saw her lying there in the beautiful silk saree and she really looked very beautiful.

Deen put on the A/c and closed all the windows and covered her. She was fast asleep.

He thought to himself that soon Uncle Raj would be here and she had to keep awake to have a wonderful time together.

Still Deen wasn't sure.

He could lock the doors and go to sleep and in that case Uncle Raj could not come in.

Finally Deen decided, “Let’s see whether they end up having sex,” and so he went to his bedroom, and called Uncle Raj and said that he had left my house keys there and that he would collect it tomorrow.  He said okay and they said Good Night to each other.

Finally Deen masturbated thinking of all this and lay waiting to see what would happen this night.

Suddenly the phone rang.

Deen waited for Manya to pick up.

It rang for a long time and finally Manya picked it up.

Deen also picked up the parallel phone.

It was somewhere around 12:00 am.

She said, “Hello,” and Uncle Raj this time said it was him and that he was really sorry about what happened today.

She said this was not the time to talk and that she would talk about it tomorrow.

Then he said, “Please understand. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen and I want to make love to you and so it is better to co – operate since you don't know me, if I like something I make sure I have it at any cost. So please co - operate with me. It will be a great enjoyment for both of us.”

Manya said sorry and that she was married.

He said, “Your husband is away. He won’t even know. Why don't you enjoy the moment?”

She said no and slammed the phone. 

Deen knew now that if Uncle Raj had the guts he would come and take her or he would sit at home.

Deen patiently waited...

After about 15 minutes as Deen had expected he heard the door click and he saw Uncle Raj quietly enter.

Now Deen was really excited and pretended to be fast asleep.

He locked Deen‘s room and made way to Manya’s room.

Deen came out of his room through the balcony door, since he had a door in his room that opens to the balcony.

Deen slowly looked into his mother’s room.

Uncle went inside and put on the lights.

The door was slightly open.

So Deen peeped.

His beautiful mom Manya was asleep and Uncle Raj sat beside her and kissed her cheek.

She woke up with a shock and let out a scream. 

Uncle Raj quickly closed her mouth. She kept quite.

Then she asked him how he came here and to leave now.

Uncle Raj he explained that Deen had forgotten the key.

Then Manya got up and went far away from Uncle Raj and asked him to leave.

Then Uncle Raj started saying, “I'll give you anything you want,” and all.

Manya asked him to leave.

He said no way and that he had not come to go.

He went near her and took her hand in his and kept it on his penis and said, “You have done this to this and now you got to do something.”

Then he said, “If you kiss me and take my penis in that sweet lovely mouth of yours, then I will never trouble you again.”

He made Manya sit on the edge of the bed and removed his lungi off and then his underwear.

His huge monstrous cock stood out straight pointing at Manya.

The first thing that Manya said was, “Oh my God! I can’t do this Raj, please. It’s so big!”

He said, “Don't worry. Nothing will happen. You will enjoy it.” 

Then what followed was the most surprising thing to me which Deen never expected to happen!

His beautiful and modest mom Manya closed her eyes and was saying, “Please! Please!” while Uncle Raj put his had through her hair and cupped the back of her head and pushed his huge cock against her lips.

Deen heard Manya say, “Mmmm! ... Mmmm! ... Mmmm! .... No please! Mmmmm!“ and then with one firm push of Uncle Raj, Deen could see her open her mouth and Uncle Raj’s huge tool enter her mouth!

Deen guessed it must have been great since Uncle Raj let away a loud moan and kept his cock in her mouth!

He could hear voices of “Mmmm! ... Mmmm! ... Mmmm!” from her and her hands were on Uncle Raj’s hands trying to stop him from pushing her face more.

It was wonderful to see her lovely lips warped against this monster cock.

Deen wondered how such a huge thing went it! She definitely had her mouth wide open and only the head of the cock and an inch more was in her mouth.

Then Uncle Raj said, “Take more,” and pushed more in, till half of his cock went it.

Deen guessed Uncle Raj must have felt the head of his cock pushed against the back of her throat.

He stopped and put both his hand around her cheek and cupped her cheek in his hands.

She was holding on to his hands. 

Then he pulled his cock out slowly.

Deen felt Uncle Raj was a master at this.

Uncle Raj sometimes used to tell Deen how he had sex with his other girls but little did Deen expect to see him in action with none other than his own beautiful mother.

Then Uncle Raj removed his cock from her mouth and said to her, “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever been with!” and then asked her to suck his balls and he guided her face to his huge balls.

She took each of them in her mouth for about a minute and then he again put his cock near her mouth.

This time without saying anything Manya opened her mouth without any resistance and took half of it in her mouth and held it like that and then pulled away and then in again.

Deen could see Uncle Raj close his eyes and really enjoy himself.

This went on for five minutes and then Uncle said, “Darling, take the whole thing in.”

This time Deen’s mom Manya removed Uncle Raj’s cock and said, “No, I can’t! It’s too big.”

He said, “Just push it into your throat and breathe through your mouth.”

Deen was really shocked at Uncle Raj’s experience and then Manya took his penis again in her mouth and this time Uncle Raj put his hands behind her head and pushed her slowly in.  After half a little more went it and Manya started resisting, he said, “Sshhhh..... don't worry. Breathe through your mouth,” and saying so he pushed more, and more of his huge cock went in and Deen could see Manya’s eyes closed until finally her nose touched his pubic hair.

Uncle Raj held her there for some time and then pulled out.

Manya coughed and said, “Please!” and he simply pushed it in again and deep inside and then pulled it out.

He did this for five minutes, and then he sat on the bed and told Manya to sit on the floor and take him.

She immediately kneeled down on the floor and took his penis in her mouth half way and then Uncle pushed her head.

She took it fully in and this went on for 15 minutes.

Deen could see his mom Manya sweat and Uncle Raj too and Uncle Raj was moaning and moaning and telling Manya, “I love you so much!” and so on, and called upon her, “Come on sweetheart, do it faster,” and Deen’s lovely mom Manya immediately started taking his huge cock in and out of her mouth fast.

When suddenly Uncle pressed her face deep down and was grunting like anything and let out a moan “Aaaaah! Aaaaah!!!”

Deen knew he was cumming, and Manya was struggling to move away.

Deen was imagining how could she take his huge load completely inside.

Uncle Raj was shooting his load down her throat. 

She somehow managed to remove her mouth off his huge cock and just then Deen saw a huge glob of semen leave Uncle’s penis and hit her face, lips, then her hair and chest.

Manya opened her mouth and Uncle Raj again pulled her towards him and this time she kept her mouth going up and down on his giant cock.

Deen guessed she loved it too!

After this Deen saw Uncle Raj’s cock shrink and she lied down.

Manya cleaned her face with her pallu and just then Uncle Raj pulled her toward him and said, “Thank you!” and kissed her like anything.

Uncle Raj put his hand around her bare waist and pushed it up towards her breasts and pressed it hard.

Manya let out a moan saying, “Aaaaah! Ouch!”

Uncle Ra took both his hand and pressed her as hard as he could.

She was literally screaming saying, “Ouch, it’s paining. No...!”

Then they started kissing again and this time Manya wrapped her arms around his bald head and his back and kissed back.

After this Deen could see Uncle’s penis getting hard again and then Uncle broke the kiss and looked into her eyes and said, “I want to fuck you now!!” 

Manya tried to push him and said, “You said you would leave and I did what you wanted. Now please go.”

He said, “No way! From the first time I saw you I wanted to fuck you.”

She said, “No, no. your thing is very huge! I can never take it. Please…!”

Then Uncle Raj asked her, “How long is your husband’s?” and she said, “Not even half of yours. But please now leave me!”

He said, “Shut up! Anyway I'm going to fuck you. So better to co - operate and enjoy rather than putting up a fight.”

Deen could see tears in his mom Manya’s eyes and she said, “Please......!”

Uncle Raj just started kissing Manya again madly.

It was really an erotic site to see a 55 year old grey haired man with a monster cock over Deen’s beautiful, very fair, sexy and modest mom Manya.

It was so erotic to see him just suck those lovely lips of hers.

She started saying, “Please, I'm married...”

He would not listen, and he just kept kissing her and both his hand were around her bare waist,  His thumb pushing into her navel and then cupping both her ass globes and squeezing them.

She seemed to be very much enjoying because her hands were around his head, but she seemed to be afraid.

Finally Uncle Raj broke off the kiss and slid Manya’s saree pallu.

Deen felt very excited to see her this way. He was eagerly waiting to see what she was hiding inside her saree.

Uncle Raj slid down her saree pallu and moved on to her waist and held the saree where she had tucked it in near her navel.

She caught his hand and would not allow him to remove it. She held on strongly to her saree and pleaded with him saying, “Please! I can’t do this. I'm married. You are too big for me. I can’t! Please let me go now. I did all you wanted me to., I'm a married woman.”

But Uncle Raj just gave a final hard pull and her saree was loose.

He kissed her and in the process he pulled off her saree fully and threw it away and it landed on the floor.

Then they kissed madly and Uncle Raj pulled her on him, and from behind pulled her petticoat and put his hand on her ass and pressed it.

That was when Deen saw his beautiful mom Manya’s white milky thighs and ass and thought Uncle Raj must really be lucky!  Manya started resisting and pulling her petticoat down, but Uncle Raj got his grip in her panties and pulled it down and Deen saw her lovely ass, milky white and round and plump.

Uncle Raj then pressed her lovely bare ass and put one finger between her ass cheeks.

She stopped resisting and was moaning like anything. She was softly moaning, “Aaaaaaaaahhh … Aahhaaaahhhh….”

He pushed it in and out 10 to 15 times and she just kissed him and was shaking.

She must have had an orgasm, thought Deen.

Then Uncle Raj pulled away her panties and threw it beside her saree on the floor and she shouted, “No!”

Again he kissed her and said, “Remove your blouse,” and saying so he laid her on the bed and got on top of her.

Manya would not remove it.

So he also started to gently goad her to do it, and then finally Deen saw his beautiful mother open her blouse for Uncle Raj to enjoy!

They were kissing while she removed her blouse and finally that too was thrown away near her saree.

She was wearing a black bra.  It looked so beautiful and then Uncle Raj put his had behind her back and un-strapped her bra and pulled it away.

That was the treat of Deen’s life to see her huge soft breasts in view with huge pinkish brown areolas! It was so beautiful!!

Uncle Raj was just looking at it and then he opened his mouth and lowered it on to each of her breasts alternatively and started sucking and biting on it, while he pinched the other nipple.

Manya moaned, “Aaaaah Raj! Raaaj!! Oooooh! Please...!” and then this went on for 15 minutes after which they kissed again; this time more passionately, and Manya became his whore in kissing.

He sucked her again and went down and kissed her navel and her belly and kissed her between her legs and on her pussy Deen guessed.

She just put her head up and bit her lower lip and moaned like anything.

The sexiest cries from Manya really turned Deen on.

He was eagerly waiting to see her pussy when Uncle Raj put his hand underneath her petticoat and pushed it up to her knees and she did not resist even one bit.

Instead she was moaning!

He was kissing her knees and then he pushed it higher up and was kissing and licking and biting her thighs.

That was when Manya did the most beautiful thing! 

She herself pinched her own nipples and pushed her petticoat higher up until Deen could see her beautiful bushy pussy!

Deen cummed then itself!

Uncle Raj immediately put his face on her pussy and she spread her legs wider and invitingly, and put it on Uncle’s shoulders and caught his head and pushed it deeper into her and she started moving her head from side to side and moaning like anything and was repeating the words. “I love you!”

Deen could not figure out what Uncle Raj was doing there, but she was moaning like anything and pressing and pinching her breasts.

This went on for 30 minutes.

Already 2 hours had passed since this whole thing started.

Deen was eagerly waiting to see the next part.

Then finally Manya was moaning, “Enough Raj! Raj please...! Enough! I love you!”

Then Uncle Raj came up and Deen could see Manya’s beautiful pussy.

It was reddish! But her hole seemed so small!

Then Uncle Raj got up and kissed her a lot and told her to remove the petticoat.

Manya said, “Please don't hurt. Be gentle.” 

He said, “Don't worry! It will pain a little. But it will be heaven after that!”

Deen saw her hands move to the nada of her petticoat and she pulled it and the petticoat became loose.

Uncle Raj removed it too and threw it on the floor.

Deen could see the fear in her eyes.

He heard her asking him, “Please wear a condom.”

Uncle Raj said, “Come on, don't spoil the fun!” and then he got up and sat and told her to suck his cock.

She got up immediately and started sucking like a pro.

After 5 minutes Uncle Raj got her away and made her lie down.

She was all afraid and tears in her eyes, and scared and she said, “Please, I beg you. If it pains me, then please leave me alone.”

Uncle Raj said, “Don't worry.”

Saying so he got on top of her with his monster cock hanging and then he put Manya’s legs on either side of his shoulders and kissed her.

She kissed him back and then he positioned his monster cock on her tiny pussy and Deen could see tears in her eyes and she started crying and Uncle pushed into her. 

What a beautiful sight! Deen could see his mom Manya’s tiny pussy open up to take Uncle Raj’s thick and very long cock and it was really stretching!

Deen mom Manya cried out, “Aaaaaaaahhhh! Rrrajjj! Noooooo! It’s paining.... Please stop!”

She was literally screaming and crying.

Deen felt pity for her, but he could not do anything. Besides it was a wonderful sight to see her open up!

Uncle Raj pushed more and she was crying and pleading like anything.

Uncle Raj was very slow and gentle. His huge paunch was coming in the way. So he took it out.

Manya said, “Thanks!” and he replied, “We will try again. Don't worry!”

But she said, “No!”

Yet she pulled herself to the edge of the bed and he had his legs on the floor.

Perfect position!

He again put her legs on his shoulders.

She already started crying and this time he told her something and then again and then finally Deen saw her take Uncle Raj’s cock in her hand and put it against her pussy and he immediately pushed forward and she cried, “Aaaaahhhh! Please no Raj! Pleeeasss, I'll die!” 

Deen heard him say, “Shut up bitch!”

Deen saw her cry and moan.

Uncle Raj said, “Shut up bitch or I'll ram the whole thing in.”

Manya said, “No please! …. Please slowly!” and was crying like anything and moaning too and pinching her breasts and touching her pussy where he was entering.

She put two fingers on either side of her pussy and was pulling it apart, trying to take him in.

Then suddenly Uncle Raj pushed more in, nearly half way when she really screamed.

He said, “Shut up!”

Manya kept quite with tears flowing and she bit her lower lip, and down it was a beautiful sight to see her little pussy being invaded!

It stretched out and was tightly holding against Uncle’s huge thing!

Slowly Uncle Raj again started pushing it and she again said, “No!”

Then Deen saw Uncle Raj pulling it out.

As he pulled it out and wow, Manya’s pussy was open! 

Deen could see inside of it a bit!

But soon her hands put his cock back into it and his cock went half way and then to Deen’s and Manya’s surprise he gave a damn hard push and Deen could see Uncle Raj’s balls against her lovely pussy.

Deen’s mom Manya really screamed, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh Raaaajjj!!!!! It’s pushing against my womb!”

Then he said, “It’s all in! Don't worry!”

Then he started pulling out slowly and pushing back in and Manya was still in pain.

But she kissed him a lot and wrapped her arms around him.

Then as he started doing it faster, and Manya was moaning, “Aaaaawww! Aaaaawww! Aaaaaah! Aaaaammmaaa...! Ooooohh! Raaaaaj!, Aaaaaahhh! Rrrrraaaaaajjjj! Aaaahhhh! Ssssloaww! Please! I love you! Aaahh!”

Then he started hammering her damn hard and her pussy lips were damn red, but Uncle’s cock also was shiny.

Deen guessed it was lubricated well by his mom Manya’s cunt juice,

Then Uncle Raj started hammering her very hard. He pulled it all the way till only the head was in and then pushed the whole 11 inches inside.

She was crying and moaning and kissing Uncle Raj and what not! 

Deen was happy to see his mom Manya enjoy and get the fucking of her life that no one else could give her!

She was moaning and screaming, “Raaaaajj! Sloowww! Please noah! Aaaahh! Oooooh!” and kissing and kissing.

Uncle Raj used to bite her nipples from time to time and then when he was fucking her hard it was wonderful for Deen to see Manya’s breasts bounce up and down so violently and she was moving her head side to side and moaning with a wide opened mouth and biting her lips and kissing Uncle Raj!

It was wonderful to see her pussy lips tightly clench Uncle Rajs' cock and milk it out.

Her moaning, “Aaaaahh! Aahhh! Oooohh!” went on for 25 minutes and Manya tightly clenched Uncle Raj and bit herself.

Deen guessed she came many times!

She said, “Raj, please stop or I'll surely die.”

Uncle Raj just kept on mercilessly ramming in and out of her and then he said, “I'm going to come!” and she wrapped her legs tightly around him and put her arms around him so tightly!

Finally Deen heard Uncle Raj grunt, “Aaaaahh!” and Manya was moaning heavily, “Aaaaaaaaah.....! Aaaaaahhhhh…..! Aaaaaaaahhhh….! Mmmmmm.....! Rajjjjjjjj...!”

Slowly Uncle’s thrusts slowed down and Deen knew Uncle Raj must have come deep inside Manya and he kept coming for nearly 30 seconds.  Manya said, “Oh Raj, there is so much! I'm full with your sperms!! I can feel it!!!”

They kept kissing and kissing and then Deen could see sperms leak from the sides of her pussy and then with a final kiss Uncle Raj got up and pulled out his cock.

“Oh my God!” Deen thought.

His mom Manya’s pussy was stretched so wide and Uncle Raj’s semen just flowed out of her pussy and there was slight blood also with it!

She was bleeding slightly because of his monster cock!

Deen’s mom Manya could hardly stand!

When she stood, she was going to fall, and Uncle Raj caught her and his sperms mixed with slight blood flowed down her thighs.

It was such a beautiful sight for Deen!

He laid her on the bed and took her clothes and put it next to her.

She slowly wiped her pussy with her petticoat while Uncle Raj put on his lungi.

He kissed her and thanked her, and she kissed him back and thanked him saying, “I want this every day, Raaj! Every time with a fill in my pussy. Plant a seed in my pussy. Make my pussy useless for my husband!”  Uncle Raj smiled and kissed her passionately.

Deen ran to his room.

After sometime Uncle Raj came and opened the lock and saw Deen sleeping.

He opened the door and went to his house.

Deen came 6 times during this whole thing.

Deen peeped again to my mother’s room.

She was wearing her bra and she took a nighty and wore it and put the saree and petticoat aside.

She also took a pad and put it on her pussy and she went off to sleep like a dead!

She was smiling in her sleep, and sure she was dreaming of cuddling her new baby, given by Uncle Raj from his thick, hot and plenty of powerful sperms!

Remembering her promise to herself, she gently pushed her son's loving face off her for a moment. Smiling at him, watching become a little disappointed, it made herself feel extra special and loved. Hesitating only for a second, she said "Binu, do you love mommy?"

Sensing something monumental coming, Deen moved a little closer to the door, eager to listen to the exchange.

"Of course mommy", came the quick reply by Binu. "How can you think I don't?", he asked, a little hurt. 

Manya replied "No sweetheart, it's not that, it's just that, if you do love mommy, then you must do a few things to let mommy know, that you love her." Looking at the confused look on Binu's face, she added "Even more so. Do you want me to show you how?" Binu nodded his affirmal, much to Manya's and Deen's delight.

Choosing her next words very carefully, she began "First, if we are at home, and Dad is not at home, it is your responsibility to make sure that I do not wear this." She pointed to her blouse. Sensing his uncertainty, she said "Do you like playing with them?" Again, Binu nodded. "Then, why shouldn't you play with them more often? I love it when you play with them, and you want to show mommy you love me. And if I am wearing this, you cannot play with them as easily. So, go on, do as mommy says."

Without a moment's hesitation, Binu opened and removed Manya's blouse. He stared with fascination at her huge breasts, rising up and down in steady intervals, her big, thick nipples inviting him to suckle on them. Without breaking eye contact, he asked "What if Deen is around?" as he grabbed both boobs hastily, proceeding to squeeze them roughly.

As if an electric current ran through her, she gasped loudly in arousal, loud enough for Deen to hear. Binu seemed not to notice, and continue mauling her boobs. It was as if she had an epiphany, everything became clear to Manya. She knew what she wanted, she saw nothing wrong with it, and whatever the consequences, she would deal with them as they happened. She was putty in the hands of anyone who mauled her breasts, and she would teach her Binu to do so. If things went out of hand from there, she reasoned, it was ok since she loved Binu immensely. If that meant Binu would go farther and farther, she would not stop him. After all, a mother has to make sure her sons' growth is healthy.

"Deen is your brother Binu, he will understand", she gasped even louder as Binu's fingers pinched her nipples.

"What if there are other people in the house, mom?", he asked as he lowered his mouth on her right nipple, and started suckling. Manya took that as the final question and answered "No Binu, not in front of others", and put her fingers through his hair, grabbing some and pulling him deeper into her boob.  "Don't stop with your hands Binu", she said as Binu wrapped his hands around her waist, trying to find her ass. He took his right hand, and brought it back on her left boob.

"Pinch the nipple, Binu", she said softly as she felt his left hand on her ass, gently kneading it. This was heaven as she saw it, her body was on fire and she was being loved and abused at the same time. The only way it could be better was if Deen was somehow involved too, but she couldn't worry about that now. As Binu pinched her nipple, she raised her hips, as if by reflex. Binu's left hand saw that as a way to pull her saree away from her waist, giving him unrestricted access to her generous rump. Manya was surprised at this bold move by Binu, but did not see any need to stop him. He need more encouragement to feel more confident, she felt.

"Harder Binu. Mommy loves it when you treat these roughly. As roughly as you can Binu." As she said this, she knew she had given away all control of her body to Binu now. The harder he'd treat her boobs, more she'd be unable to resist him. As if in response, he mashed her left boob as he bit down roughly on her nipple, pulling it with his teeth, and kneading her butt at the same time. His left hand was now inching closer to a yet unknown region of Manya's body, one that no one had ventured into and one that would end up defining Binu's relationship with his mom.

The rough treatment of her boobs made Manya crazy, she was seeing stars as she crept closer and closer to the most powerful orgasm of her young life. She raised her hips as she yearned for her pussy to be pounded, but it was not to be. Binu used this small window to change his hand's position and when Manya came back down, his finger was now at a new hole, one not very different than the navel he found so fascinating.

He circled his finger around the hole for a few seconds, as if gently tickling her ass. Manya was lost in her world, on the precipice of the greatest orgasm of her life. There were mini charges going off all inside her body, causing her to spasm constantly. Her nipples were on fire, her pussy was flooding like a burst dam and her clit was throbbing so hard it was almost painful, though in a good way. She was seeing stars and she had not even cum yet. The need for release was so great she was practically sobbing, yet unable to convey to her son what she so desperately needed. Then suddenly, three things happened all at once.

Binu changed his position slightly, bringing his knee into direct contact with her throbbing clit, grinding into it hard. The first such contact of his body with her bare and naked pussy started a powerful orgasm that got intensified at the same time, since Binu twisted her nipple as hard as he could, sending a shooting, pleasurable pain from her nipples to all her pleasure centers. However, the biggest contributor  was his finger, that went right up her ass, which clamped down on it as tight as a vice, sending her into orbit. She thrashed wildly, biting her lip in order to stop from screaming. This only amplified the intensity of her orgasm, and she wrapped her legs around Binu, pulling him even deeper into herself, pushing his knee even harder into her pussy.

Binu was confused by his mother's reaction, and pulled away instantly. He wondered if he had hurt her, and the look on her face was that of a mad woman, a woman possessed. He tried pulling away completely but was unable to, her legs wrapped so tightly around him. "Don't Stop!!!!" she screamed in a low whisper, which he took as a reassurance and he continued sucking on one breast while mauling the other.

Deen was watching with much fascination, now completely convinced his mother was merely a vessel of lust, who would go to any lengths to satisfy her lusty needs. Unable to hold back any longer, he looked for the first piece of cloth in which to shoot his load. In front of him was his mother's saree, now discarded by Binu. Without thinking, he picked it up and shot his massive load into it. He didn't stop after one session either, and continued pumping load after load into the saree as he watched his mother experience the mother of all orgasms for a good fifteen minutes.

Her orgasms subsided, Manya opened her eyes to stare at a very concerned Binu. She knew what his concern was, and she needed to make sure he did not get scared away, not now, not ever.

"Oh baby!! That was soo wonderful!!" she said, taking his face in her hands, planting kisses all over his face. "You really love mommy!! I loved it, sweetheart, I loved it very very much."

This eliminated all doubts from Binu's mind, as he returned to his cheerful and buoyant self, kissing his mother back, their tongues intertwining. He continued to shower kisses on her face, neck and ears which kept her inner fires simmering even after such powerful orgasms. They both knew, that Binu's finger was still lodged inside her ass, but neither said anything about it. Manya because she loved the feeling, and she did not want Binu to feel uncomfortable, and Binu because he wasn't sure how his mother would react if he removed his finger. In this position, the two went to sleep that night, with a very spent Deen discarding his mother's saree on the floor before returning to his room.

Once there, he thought about what he saw, and how he could somehow influence his mother into becoming even more of a whore than she already was. He felt jealous, that Binu was helping her in his  own way, but he was unable to. After a few moments, the answer came to him in a flash of inspiration. He took out his diary, and wrote the following in it:

"God, what a slut!! I wish she'd leave the door open a lot more, so that I could get a good view of their activities. I wonder what she'll think if she knew I came all over her saree while she came tonight. Why does she even bother with the pretense of wearing a bra anymore? It does not look good on her, and she looks so much prettier without one. That makes me think though, is it possible to have a blouse and petticoat made from the same cloth that a saree is made out of? If so, she'd look even sexier and more fuckable if she wore those. Who am I kidding? She'd never go for that!! I just wish I could cum on her clothes more often, and that she wore those clothes for the rest of the day."

Writing that, he bookmarked that page, and kept the diary under his bed, exposing part of it so that it would be plain to Manya that Deen was attempting to hide it. Satisfied, and with visions of his sexy mother cumming with her legs wrapped around Binu, he went to sleep with his hands on his dick.

Manya woke up the next morning hornier than when she went to sleep. She felt Binu's head on her breasts, his finger in her ass. She smiled at both, realizing that the barrier they crossed last night did not bother her. Moreover, she felt a sense of relief now that it had been crossed, knowing it would make the two even closer now than before. Smiling, she move his head off her, and rose from the bed. She shuddered as she felt his finger slip out of her ass, feeling a bit of emptiness now that it was gone. Reaching down, she picked up her saree, and wrapped it lazily around herself, in a rather messy way.

"Plenty of time to fix it later", she said to herself. She went outside and into Deen's room to check on him. What she saw, pleased her a lot. He had gone to sleep with his cock in his hand, and even in his sleep state, it was very hard and very big. She reached over, and covered him with a blanket, her hands gently brushing against his cock, which twitched slightly in return. As she ran her fingers over his hair in a loving manner, she saw his diary sticking out from under his mattress. Carefully, she removed the diary and decided to take a quick peek at it. Walking quietly to the living room, she took a seat on the sofa and started reading the page that was bookmarked.

Closing the page after a couple of minutes, she was shaking all over. It was not in fear, or out of cold, but out of excitement. So many thoughts were running through her mind. "He thought she was fuckable? He thought she was a slut? He saw her with Binu, did he see her with others?" were some of the chief thoughts in her mind. As she thought more, the more she understood Deen's behaviour over the last few weeks. He liked watching her, she decided. Watching her in acts of sexual activity, the more  depraved, perhaps the better. She reached over and saw the encrusted remains of his sperm on her saree. The thought thrilled her no end. Bringing that part to her mouth, she sucked it, hoping to get something out, perhaps get a sense of how it tasted. Just the act alone brought her to a mini orgasm.

"I'll have to leave my clothes out before I go for a shower, so he can masturbate on them", she said to herself. "I must give him every opportunity to express himself sexually. If that is through giving him shows, then so be it." She then thought about what he wrote regarding her blouse and petticoat, and wondered if that was possible. She would have to talk to Abdul immediately, before he started making those new clothes for her. Of course, this would be like crossing another barrier, just like she crossed one last night with Binu. This would mean that the entire neighborhood would be lusting after her, knowing she's nothing but a cheap whore who cheats on her husband. But if that is what it took to make her son happy, she had no choice but to do it. With a firm resolve, she rose and put the diary on Deen's desk.

As she made her way back to the living room, she continued to think about the consequences of the actions she was about to take. That she was going to take them, was not a question. However, taking them meant people would see her differently, and there was a chance her husband could find out. Did that bother her? She didn't think it would. As she sat on the couch, she decided she would forgo the morning walk in favor of some deep soul searching. She came to realize she cared more about her kids than she did for her husband. In fact, there was no love between the two anymore. And if she really wanted, she could manipulate Ram into making sure Desh would not be home for months at a time. That had to be the best course of action, in her mind. If Desh was not around, he could not find out. If he did not find out, there would be no bad consequences of her actions, and she would be safe. She could deal with the neighborhood. Sam, Salman and Salman's father would ensure that others did not squeal on her.

That took care of the "noise" as she saw it. Now to the more important part. Did she want Deen to know that she knew about his diary? The answer to that question was a little more unclear. If she told Deen, but he got embarrassed and withdrew, she would end up losing a son. If however, he did not, then it could blossom into a very beautiful relationship. The more she thought about it, the more confused she got. Finally as the sun was rising and the first rays hit her face, a third alternative came to her. If she did not tell Deen but continued to read his diary to get suggestions, there was a chance their relationship could progress, and she could perhaps help her son mature in many other ways as well. "He likes to watch", she said to herself. This meant he had to be given plenty of opportunities to watch her getting fucked. She did not yet know if he had seen her with others, but it hardly mattered at this point. She would have to make sure she gave Deen as many opportunities to watch her in action as possible, while Binu had to be filtered from such events. He would probably not understand at this point. 

Which brought her to the more interesting activity. Which saree to choose for turning into a blouse and petticoat? It could not be a thick saree, since it gave her the feeling of an underwear, which she hated. It had to be one of the flimsy, thin and very sheer sarees, that would give her access to finger her pussy at any time. She knew exactly which sarees to choose for this. She had a few that had gotten very flimsy over the years and would serve the purpose very well. They were light in color, had no print on them and would provide an unrestricted view to her boobs and pussy. She would have to ask Binu to go and fetch Abdul as soon as possible. Life was about to get a lot more interesting, that's for sure!!

Later that morning...

Manya waited with a lot of anticipation, for the arrival of Abdul. The morning was perhaps the most sexually charged in days. She was sure Deen had masturbated into the blouse she was now wearing, and Binu had mauled her boobs right in front of his brother during breakfast. But it was even before that, that she dropped all pretense. When she went to pick up milk in the morning, she dropped right to her knees and turned around spreading her legs for the milkman. He fucked her with wild abandon while Deen watched her from his room, beating away his cock furiously. The milkman gave way to the paper delivery boy who gave way to the grocer, who not only fucked the cheating wife, but proceeded to slap her with his cock before fucking her again. All four times, she was fucked doggy style, like a true bitch in heat.

Deen watched in amazement at Manya's activities in the morning, and was thrilled to see his mother finally begin to embrace her true nature. His cock was hurting from the number of times he had cum, but it failed to become soft. As soon as Manya went to the bedroom to lay down and rest, he rushed to get the blouse she had discarded in the living room and mopped the floor with it, drenching it in the cum he had discharged all over his bedroom floor. He watched with amazement then, as she wore that blouse all through breakfast, while Binu squeezed, crushed and pinched her breasts all breakfast without any hesitation. He was certain she came atleast twice during breakfast.

"God, what a whore", he said to himself.

Redesigning her clothes  The highlight of the day for Manya was the arrival of Abdul. She had selected 2 white sarees, very very light and very sheer, one light blue, one light green and light pink. She believed each would produce atleast 2 blouses, and 2 petticoats. Her first directive to Abdul, was that she wanted atleast one blouse and petticoat ready by the evening. He said it would be a challenge, but he could get it done for double the price of a regular set. Money was not an object for her, and she agreed to the price immediately. Then came the design.

The petticoat was easy, and Abdul understood right away what she needed. A regular petticoat, made from the saree. The blouse however, was simply out of the world. The design was a sleeveless blouse with the front a bikini design. The back of the blouse was where a knot would be tied to complete the ensemble. In addition, the blouse would be made for a size or two too small, making the fabric stretch even more across her massive mammaries guaranteed to make her nipples stick out obscenely. With that blouse, she knew she would be inviting trouble, but that is what she wanted.

With Abdul gone, and both kids in school, she decided to take a break and went to kids room to check her email.

She sat down on the computer after taking a long bath. Washing away all evidence of last night and the morning's activities she felt a little lighter, but missed the smell of a freshly fucked woman that she was. Drying herself slowly, she chose to wear a simple white sleeveless blouse and a light blue saree. Tying the knot six inches below her navel, she sat down in front of the computer.

After going through her mail, and finding there was more spam than actual emails - there was no personal emails, she had not received one in months - Manya was getting bored and ready to shut down the computer. Taking a look at the spam folder, she decided to clear it out before signing out, as she had never cleared out her spam. Just taking a look at the spam folder made her gasp, and start getting wet all over again. Looking at the subject of the spam emails, she saw there was a gold mine out there, waiting to be discovered!! She was by no means a novice when it came to computers and the internet, she knew how to navigate her way around and clean up after herself, so she was aware of the fact she would have to look for the diamonds amongst a whole bunch of junk. But her path was clear, there was so much material out there for her to keep herself updated, improve herself that she almost kicked herself for not doing it earlier.  Looking at the clock, she saw she had about an hour before Deen and Binu returned from school. Undoing her saree (which was all she was wearing) she kept it below her and made herself comfortable. She had to search through a lot of google hits before she hit on a couple of good story sites. She quickly added them to her bookmarks for later reading. Realizing that she would need an email account to go with them, she created a fresh account on gmail. When deciding on the name, she felt it better to go with a name befitting her personality and went with manya.kutiya at gmail.com kutiya means bitch, in Hindi and she felt that was the way she wanted to be seen and known on the internet. Armed with that email address, she quickly created an account on several story sites. By the time she was done, her hand was messy, the saree on which she was sitting was sopping wet and she was radiating an amazing glow.

Looking up at the clock again, she saw she had only a minute before Deen got home, and about 15 minutes in which Binu would be home. She logged out of her account, cleaning up behind herself and shut down the computer. She had barely put on a blouse that she heard the doorbell ring. Lazily she made her way to the door and asked who it was.

"It's me Mom" came Deen's reply, upon which she opened the door. She wasn't however, prepared for who was standing beside him.

Deen had seeked out Prem at school and confronted him regarding his activities with Manya.

"So you had fun with my mom?", asked Deen

"Listen Deen, it wasn't like that..." replied Prem but he was quickly cut off by Deen.

"Relax man, it's cool. In fact, it is wonderful. I don't want you to stop" said Deen.

"Are you out of your mind Deen? You want me to continue fucking your mom?" asked an incredulous Prem.

"Why not? Are you saying you wouldn't want to do it again?" came back Deen with his quick question.  That silenced Prem for the moment. He couldn't deny that Manya was the hottest woman he had ever seen, and fucking her was the most amazing experience of his young life. Add to the fact that she was his best friend's mother made the whole thing even hotter.

"Alright, I admit. It was amazing. But how can you ask me to do it again? Doesn't it gross you out?" asked Prem.

"Not at all" came Deen's reply. "I love watching her getting fucked. It's the most amazing experience for me. I even know certain things that you can do, that can make it more enjoyable for her, and make her more eager to have you fuck her. You do those, and she'll do anything for you. Interested to know?"

Eagerly, Prem nodded his head. Deen smiled, and together the two walked home.

"First, she loves being fucked doggy style. She loves those no words spoken, pushing her on the knees fucks. While you do that, pinch and squeeze her ass, she loves that too. Keep in mind, she loved it when you called her mom and fucked her pretending it was me." Deen explained as they turned into the street leading to his home. "The thing she loves more than anything else though, is if you pay attention to her tits. Not in a loving manner, mind you. But roughly. The rougher you treat them, the more submissive she will become" said Deen.

Prem looked at Deen in an unbelieving manner, but Deen dismissed his friend's concern right away. "Trust me Prem, I have seen her with so many men, I know her better than she knows herself. Atleast when it comes to this. I know exactly what triggers some of her most powerful orgasms, and what will make her a complete and willing whore who would do the most vulgar things for you. All I ask in return, is you let me watch. That's it, nothing else."

The two stood outside Deen's house for a moment while Prem processed this information. His mind was uncertain about some of the things, but he was sure he wanted to continue fucking the cheating mother.

"Alright, that is a very small price to pay for a reward so great" said Prem eagerly. "Are you sure you are ok with this Deen?" asked Prem. 

Deen reassured Prem and the two walked up to the front door. Deen rang the doorbell and waited for his mom's arrival, eager to see how she would be dressed.

Manya noticed two pairs of eyes on her and felt a charge go through her body instantly. Both boys' pants developed a noticeable and sizeable tent, and she could feel the front of her own blouse develop a similar tent. She saw Prem eyeing her in a hungry wolf-like manner, so openly in front of Deen that she almost came right there in front of the two boys. She steadied herself a little at the doorway before regaining her composure.

The boys let her walk away and followed her into the house. They each took their time eyeing that luscious ass swaying hypnotically like a pendulum.

"Binu has gone to his friend's house mom, he won't be back till later", said Deen as he closed the door behind him. "I'll go take a quick shower, Prem can you wait for a bit?" asked Deen innocently. With that, Deen went to the bathroom and started the water, but came out immediately to watch what happened next.

Suddenly feeling very courageous, Prem decided to push Manya more than he had ever thought possible. He approached her, watching her tremble before him, in anticipation of what was about to come. He was now disrobing her with his eyes shamelessly, making it very clear what he wanted to do. Reaching for her blouse, he yanked it with all his force and ripped it from Manya's body. She looked at him in alarm, feeling a thrill go up her body.

"He wants to play a game, he wants to force himself upon me", she thought to herself.

"Prem, what are you doing? Deen is in the next room, you shouldn't do this", she said in mock anger, attempting in vain to cover herself, backing away from him.

"Shut up!" growled Prem as he approached her slowly. "Wearing clothes like that, half naked, you're nothing but a whore, a bitch. A bitch that needs to be put in her place, to be used whenever, wherever by whoever. And I'm going to show you your place now." With that, he reached over and pinched her  nipples as hard as he could. Without a word but with a loud moan, Manya dropped to her knees instantly. She was putty in the hands of a man who was rough with her boobs, and she couldn't help but comply. Without a moment's delay, her hands found his zip and she fished out his cock, mouth opened wide to take it in. But she was disappointed when he stopped her.

"I'm not ready for that yet, bitch!" said Prem. Taking his cock in his hand, he proceeded to slap Manya on the face repeatedly, getting it harder and harder in process. The adulterous mom was getting hotter with each slap, and the feeling of Prem's vice like grip on her nipple didn't help either and with a loud moan, she came right there, slumping to the ground. It was as if a hundred electric shocks had gone through her body at once, and each of them went through her nipples to her pussy. Her nipples felt as if ready to burst, they were hurting so much. But the pain was exquisite, and immensely pleasurable and the orgasm went a long way to relieve that pain. Once it subsided, she opened her eyes to see a smiling Prem standing with a fully hard cock in his hand. Bending slightly, he caught hold of her saree and pulled it off her, leaving her naked as the day she was born.

Her expansive waist, her deep navel, her wonderful thighs were all showing signs of a painful need between her legs, a need to be taken hard, a need to be taken often. A need to be taken as often as possible. Deen watched from behind the curtain, his cock wrapped in his mom's saree as he continued to stroke it frantically. Prem was doing exactly as he expected, even better perhaps. He knew his mother loved every bit of it, and could not help but wonder how far she could be pushed and what direction was she heading towards.

A very exhausted and a very satisfied Manya lay in bed as her son went to sleep with his head on her boobs and one finger in her ass. The experience with Prem was more than satisfying, and she was certain Deen was watching the entire scene. Her saree was wet when she wore it and she couldn't help but suck his sperm out of it. It tasted wonderful, sweet even. She couldn't wait to read what he would write in his diary tonight. The events of the day bothered her less and less, and that it did not bother her at all did not bother her further still. She was coming to accept this transformation in herself really well.

Even though Prem had taken her roughly and called her names, she knew it was all an act and as he left he kissed her passionately and told her that in so many words. Before he left with Deen, he whispered in her ears "And maybe, you will let me fuck you too, mommy" imitating Deen. That was just too much for the horny mother, who clutched the door hard, and fell to her knees, shaking in a strong orgasm caused by words alone. To her, that was an indication of how much her body needed the sexual attention it was now getting, and how much she had come to depend on it.  It was with these thoughts that she was drifting off to sleep when the phone rang. Cursing herself, wondering who it could be at that time of the night, she picked up the phone and answered in an irritated tone "Hello? Who is it?"

"Manya Darling, it's me", came a very drunk reply.

"Desh, do you have any idea what time it is?", asked Manya.

"Yes Darling, I know it is late, but I have excellent news", he answered.

"Can't it wait till morning, Desh?" asked Manya. She was really getting annoyed, as Binu was starting to wake up from this talk, he had just fallen asleep. So that he did not wake up, she gently got off the bed and walked out to the living room, taking her saree along with her.

"No Manya, it cannot wait!" said an excited Desh. "I have been promoted, and have to oversee the company's business in Kuwait!" Obviously it meant a great deal to Desh, but Manya could only see problems with this news.

"What? Do you expect me to move to Kuwait, Desh? All of a sudden?" asked an alarmed Manya. The kids were now in a stage where their education was important, it was the middle of a school year and they could not move right away.

"Not right away, but come next weekend Manya", said a very drunk Desh. Manya could hear something in the background, but could not make out what it was.

"Over my dead body! I am not moving from here Desh. You know we have talked about this before. I do not want to move, not now, not in a week. Not ever. Do you hear me?" half-shouted Manya, now on the verge of tears. She had given up everything for Desh, she gave up her job at the school to take care of the kids, she had married Desh and in return ended up alienating all of her family and now he wanted her to break the only thread she had left.  She had formed many relationships in the community over the years, and she had come to think of the neighborhood as a second home. She could not see herself moving from the area, and if need be she would fight tooth and nail with Desh over this.

The two went back and forth for almost an hour, with Desh standing his ground and Manya not giving an inch. Deen was listening from his room, quietly while his mother fought with his father. He was with his mother on this, he did not want to move either but he knew that his opinion in the matter did not count for anything. He also knew that Binu would go wherever his mother went and could only hope they got to stay where they were.

Finally at midnight, the two stopped talking. Desh had confirmed Manya's suspicions and was at the airport waiting to board his flight to Kuwait. The two came to an understanding: To Desh, his job was important and he was willing to live away from his family. To Manya, the neighborhood was important and she was willing to live away from Desh. Desh had to be in Kuwait for atleast 3 years and he was taking the flight, no matter what happened. So as a result, the children would stay behind with Manya while Desh would live in Kuwait. He would continue to send money home, but would not visit them for the next three years.

Hanging up the phone, Manya broke down crying. She wept for a good half an hour unsure of the future. Desh was an absentee husband yes, but this was different. Tonight's development meant he was no longer part of their lives for the next three years. She was truly on her own now, and to a certain extent that scared her. She jumped with a start when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Deen approached his mother cautiously, choosing his actions and words very carefully. He knew what his mother had decided, and he needed to be the strong one now. She needed him to be the man of the house, and he had to be equal to the task.

"It's ok mom, we will manage" is all he said and she broke down in tears. She cried for almost an hour while he spoke words of comfort and encouragement to her. Neither of them seemed to notice that she was start naked lying in a fetal position with her head in her son's lap. Finally at two in the morning, she started to calm down and by then her tears had soaked his pyjamas completely. This meant there was a very thin layer between her cheek and his cock which was stiffening rapidly under the influence of his sexy mother's hot breath. She was aware of the effect on cock as well, and made sure not to move in any way. 

The thoughts of her husband were running away from her mind as she started getting wet all over again in a hurry. How much she longed to be able to lick his cock, taste his pre-cum. To put his cock head in her mouth and feel it harden quickly, feeling its heat. To love it, to lick it, to feel it shoot all inside her mouth. She would do anything to feel that right now, she could feel her body aching with that need but she knew she could not force it. Deen would have to make the first move. Lost in these thoughts, the events of the day finally overtook her and she fell asleep.

Deen left her on the couch to sleep, and covered her as best he could with a blanket and her saree. Satisfied that she was comfortable, he went back to his room to think. His father would be a non-factor in their lives for the next few years and if nothing was done about it, someone could easily come and start controlling his mother's life. Several such people came to mind, including his uncle Dan, his father's boss Ram and Salman's father. He did not want any of those men to control what he believed to be the ultimate sexual creation - his mom. He definitely wanted her to continue being the whore she was, in fact he wanted her to become even more so, a whore. But it was he who would control the direction in which she went. He would not allow any other man to control her life, never again. He was young, but he was smart and he was strong.

He saw his diary as his outlet. He knew his mother would definitely read it, and undoubtedly follow what was written in the diary. If he could only come up with a way to communicate to his mother that he was taking charge of their relationship, and yet let it remain a bit of an unknown, he could make her the happiest woman in the world. With those thoughts, he sat down at his desk and made the night's diary entry.

Manya woke up early the next morning to find herself alone on the couch. The sun had not risen yet and it was foggy outside. She realized she fell asleep last night on the couch and it must have been Deen who put the blanket over her. He was such a lovely boy, so thoughtful and so caring. She was not in the least worried about him anymore as she had been the last few days. Once she read his diary, all her doubts were cleared, and she knew their relationship would only blossom from that point on. Wrapping the saree around herself, she once again tied the knot six inches below her navel and merely threw the "pallu" over her shoulders. Folding the blanket, she went into Deen's room to put it away. There, on his desk was his diary once again. Feeling naughty, she picked it up and went to the living room to give it a read.

"Oh mom. You are such a sexy and slutty creature!! I have a feeling you read my diary, but I know you would not have. God, you looked so beautiful when Prem fucked you roughly yesterday. I've always  thought you are in need of so much fucking that even a gang **** would not satisfy you. In fact, if I am right, it would make you even hornier. I wish one day I get a chance to witness that too.

With dad gone, you have nothing to fear anymore. You can become who you truly are. A sexy, wanton slutty whore who needs more than anything else, to be fucked like a bitch on all fours. Doesn't matter where, or who or when. I just want to be able to watch every moment of it. In addition to being a sex addict, I will make you a cum addict too. I will cum in your milk bottle, the one you use for pouring milk into tea. Binu and I don't drink tea, only you do. So every day when you drink tea, you will be drinking little bit of my cum. Sometimes, I may get Prem to masturbate into it. I think you'll like that. Won't you mom? I'm sure you would, you sexy whore! I love you mom."

With her head spinning, Manya did not know what to make of the diary entry. Was she reading this correctly? Did Deen know that she was reading the diary? It certainly seemed like it. But it was also clear he was playing a game, and that she was reading the diary was something that would not be discussed openly, if at all. That made the whole "game" even more fun for her.

It was clear from the diary that he was offering to direct her life from here on out. She had finally found someone who wanted her to continue down the path she had already started, and she realized Deen understood her more than anyone else ever did. She knew that if anyone had a right to control her in that manner, it was Deen. She would do as Deen outlined in the diary, she decided. If that meant drinking his or anyone else's cum from the milk-bottle every morning with her tea, then so be it.

This way, she could be really free and enjoy what she enjoyed most - fucking - and be secure in the knowledge that someone who really loved her unconditionally would be looking out for her in this journey. Smilingly, she rose from the couch and replaced his diary back on the desk. Making just enough noise to ensure Deen woke up, she went to her room to put on the new blouse and petticoat Abdul made for her and wrapped her saree around herself. Wearing this, she was now ready to embark on a whole new journey.

Opening the front door, the adulterous mother let her saree fall to the ground as she bent from the waist to pick up the milk. The blouse being so skimpy and her tits being so heavy, they popped out of the blouse but she did not seem to notice or care. Taking her time, she picked up the milk and as if by intuition stared right into the milkman's eyes. Motioning with her eyes to him she asked him to wait as she went inside and kept the milk in the fridge and headed out once again. As she approached the milkman she saw the paper delivery man was standing right behind him. Smilingly, she walked past  them towards the park with the two following her eagerly. Deen was following close behind, his dick already straining against his pants.

She led the two to the secluded spot where Salman's father had fucked her just a few days ago, and without a word stripped her saree and got down on her fours, staring at the two in anticipation.

"One in my mouth, one in my choot (cunt)" she said. If two men had ever stripped naked any faster, she did not know nor had she seen it. But within seconds the milkman had his rapidly hardening cock in her cunt while the paper delivery man was getting his tool sucked by the thick lipped whore. The scene was almost too much for Deen to handle as he started stroking his cock furiously.

The grass was wet and slippery but Manya neither cared nor did she give it another thought. As far as she was concerned she was having the time of her life getting fucked by two virile men while being watched by her loving son. The two cocks were hard as steel and fucking her like she was a rag doll, or a cheap 20 rupee whore. They pistoned in and out of her hot cunt, making lewd slushy noises which turned her on even more. The milkman was squeezing and pinching her ass as hard as he could, making her push back at his thrusts with equal intensity. The curve of her back was exquisite as the double fucking gained momentum. Her moans got louder as she got closer and closer to a tremendous release. The sexual activity had caused her to sweat, and her sweat formed a small pool in the lower back. The men started thrusting with even more intensity as they got closer to cumming.

The paper delivery man thrust himself deep into Manya's mouth, causing her to gag while he reached over to grab her swinging melons. Crushing them in his hands, he used them as leverage to speed up his thrusts. This tit-mashing had the expected effect on the sexy mom who moaned loudly on his member as she came from the dual fucking she received. Her cunt clutched the cock in a tight grip as it started milking it for the precious sperm it contained.

Being fucked by two hard cocks and watched by one more was thrilling Manya beyond measure. It was her first "multiple" fuck and she found she loved it. In fact she knew she wanted more of this, much more. Maybe Sam and Salman together? Or perhaps Salman and his father? They were both very similar in how they went about things and it would surely be a delightful experience, she thought to herself. Just as she thought that, the paper-delivery man crushed her tits in his hands, which sent her into orbit. The orgasm was so intense she saw stars and almost passed out from the pleasure. She would have  fallen to the ground had he not held her up by her gigantic boobs. It was as if a thousand firecrackers went off inside her, all inside her cunt and her nipples. The pain from the boob crushing was so pleasurable she did not want it to stop. Her cunt got hotter the longer she came, and began milking the cock inside it, eager to extract the offering it promised. She knew she would not be satisfied from this fuck and was overjoyed in the knowledge that the grocer would fuck her when she got home. But would he be enough? She didn't think so.

As she recovered somewhat from her orgasm she sensed the build up in both cocks, that familiar feeling before a cock erupted. She braced herself and intensified her efforts to bring them off as best as she could while producing the maximum sperm. With a loud grunt, the milkman grabbed her ass and thrust deep into her as he came inside her cunt, his biggest load ever, perhaps. A second later, the paper- delivery boy withdrew from her mouth and came all over her face, coating it with his sperm making sure not to leave a spot dry on that beautiful face. She was so surprised by this she got stung in the eyes with sperm. Though it burned her eyes initially, she came again with the knowledge that she would go home with all that cum on her face.

Deen, who was watching the two men use his mother in such a lewd and sexy manner could not hold back any longer and came himself, ejaculating into the little milk-bottle he had brought along for just that purpose. He filled it to the brim with his cum, marvelling at the performance just put on by the sexy whore in front of him. He watched the two men wipe their cocks with her hair and mumble words of encouragement to her before leaving hurriedly. He waited a little while longer to see what she would do next.

"Thanks Mrs. M. You are such a hot fuck. Best I've ever had" said both of them before leaving quickly. Manya lay there, rubbing all the cum on her face into her skin, letting her skin absorb the precious skin lotion. She was so lost in her activity she did not see Gopal approach her. Deen for his part had seen Gopal approach and waited with bated breath to see what new twist would be added to this already raunchy story.

Gopal was the neighborhood "bhangi" (janitor) who swept the streets. He had a reputation in the neighborhood as a womanizer, and word was that he was fucking not only the dhoban (laundry lady) but also half of the other servant girls in the community. Deen knew what was about to happen and felt his dick harden again in an instant.  "My my, Mrs. M. I always knew you were a sexy woman, I had no idea you were such a whore!" said Gopal with a nasty grin on his face. He undid his dhoti in a second as he approached the voluptious mother of two.

Manya looked up with a start to see Gopal's huge 10 inch boner in front of her, and her cunt spasmed with an aching need. It was by far the biggest and the thickest cock she had seen to date and she knew she needed it inside her right there and then. Quickly, she turned over and onto her hands and knees, presenting her big wide ass to the filthy man behind her.

"Oooh, you fucked those two and still want more, huh? I like such spirit in my whores", said the bhangi. Without any preamble, he dropped to his knees and thrust his steel hard cock into the wanton whore's burning hot cunt. Manya groaned in pain and pleasure as she felt the cock hit the walls of her cunt, feeling it stretch to its limits. She turned around for a second to see there was still two inches outside her. This was the thickest and biggest cock yet to have fucked her, and she wanted every inch of it.

Of all the bitches Gopal had fucked, this was definitely the hottest. Her plump ass, her melon-sized juicy tits, her angelic face, her pouty lips all begged to be fucked and fucked hard. However, he liked a challenge, and this bitch provided none. That's what women were to him - bitches. He reached over and grabbed her huge udders and squeezed them hard, anticipating a bit of a resistance, but instead it seemed to turn her on even more as she began writhing and pushing hard against him, urging him to get even more of his huge cock inside her. Certainly willing to oblige, he began a thrusting motion so fast and so furious it resembled a pistoning action. None of the other bitches who he fucked were able to keep up with his pace but this housewife was not only able to withstand it, she seemed to want more than he could give!

Gopal had amazing staying power, and was able to fuck at this fast pace for up to an hour at times, but Manya's thrusts along with the heat and tightness in her cunt was testing that stamina. She had been cumming non stop from the moment he started fucking her, and he began to feel the tell tale signs of his own orgasm about to hit after only 15 minutes. Not one to be outdone, he growled and unloaded deep inside the horny mother's cunt, sending hot scalding cum into every corner of her hot pussy. He watched her writhe in orgasmic bliss as he continued to cum inside her for a couple of minutes.

All spent, he pushed her off him, half amazed half angry at the sexual appetite of this woman. He wasn't used to women outshining him and he wanted this one to know she would not have any sort of control  over him. So he grabbed a hold of his wet cock, and started peeing on the flower beds, making sure she saw him.

"Lick it clean, Mrs. M" he said in a commanding voice once he stopped peeing.

Nodding, Manya was only took keen to take that beautiful cock into her mouth, tasting a strange mix of sperm, her own pussy juice and pee. She wasn't sure what to expect but she could distinctly make out all three tastes and to her delight (not surprise) she loved all three tastes. She wasn't sure what to make of that discovery but she proceeded to lick Gopal's cock clean, showering it with dozens of kisses along the way. Satisfied that there was no more cum to be had, she looked up at him.

"All done, Gopal", she said in a teasing voice, as if daring him to go further.

Gopal had never seen a woman do what Manya just did. Not only did she match him thrust for thrust, but she even licked his cock clean after he had just peed from it. He was shocked, and in an effort to finally salvage some pride he decided to play his trump card.

"You want more of this, Mrs. M?" he asked.

"I do. As much as you can give me, Gopal" came the reply.

"If you want this", he held his cock in his hand "you will have to take it in your ass the next time" said Gopal.

After thinking about it for a couple of seconds, she replied with "All right. My ass it is, Gopal".

All three had a different reaction to this event. Gopal realized this was finally a woman he could not control, and could not dictate terms to. Deen figured out his mother was finally accepting whatever sexual attention she was getting and was more than willing to expand her horizons. Manya accepted this  as a natural progression of what was happening to her. Binu had been pushing his finger up her ass for the last two days so she did not see anything wrong with having a cock up it.

Gopal walked away from the secluded spot just as people started coming out for their daily walks. Manya waited a couple of minutes and slowly wore her saree. The new petticoat felt heavenly with all the cum seeping out of her pussy and it formed a big stain on the back. Slowly swaying her hips in a very satisfied manner she made her way back home, closely followed by her son.

Once inside the house, she went to the bedroom to remove her saree. She did not know if Deen had the opportunity to masturbate into the milk bottle for her tea but she wanted to make sure he did now. So she spent a good 10 minutes in there before coming back out again. Dressed now only in her blouse and petticoat, she might as well have been naked. Both were see through, they hid nothing at all. She had even cut a slit on each side of the petticoat to allow easy access for Binu to play with her ass. She was well aware of the fact that it was merely a question of when and not if Binu decided to fuck her, and by now she had come to accept that eventuality with a sense of purpose. She wanted to ensure her children's sexual growth was healthy, and she wanted to be at the center of it all.

Setting a cup of water to boil, she sat down at the kitchen table for a bit of a breather. After her cup of tea, she would wake up Binu and Deen (even though she knew he was awake) and this was her alone time to plan out the events of the day. Casually, she moved aside the thin clothing and dipped her hand in her pussy, slowly taking a bit of cum deposited in it and licking it off her fingers. If her son wanted her to become a cum addict then she needed to get a headstart on it and make a habit of eating it.

Once Deen and Binu were off to school, she would let the grocer fuck her once, maybe twice. After that, she needed to take a shower and go on the internet. There was a wealth of information out there for her, waiting to be discovered. Then there was the one innocent statement that Binu had made regarding her boobs. He had wondered if there was a way they would produce milk again. Short of getting pregnant, she did not know of any other way of producing milk. Was there something on the internet that could help her with this aspect? Also, was it possible to get addicted to sex? She knew she craved it more and more now than ever before, but was there a way she could get herself addicted to it? As in going stir crazy if she didn't get fucked every so often? The bigger question was, was that something she wanted for herself? Could she still maintain that aura in the neighborhood if she became a sex-craving nymphomaniac?  These thoughts were front and center as she prepared her tea. When the time came to pour the milk, a shiver ran up and down her spine as she was about to begin a new habit, a habit of drinking cum with every cup of tea. Considering how much tea she drank in a day - 5 cups - it meant she would be drinking atleast 5 teaspoons of cum every day. Feeling naughtier than usual, she went ahead and poured twice the usual amount of "milk" she usually would into the tea, giving an indication to Deen that she was not only up to it, but would do anything she could to make herself addicted to drinking cum.

The color of the tea was the first thing that was different, since the cum did not change the tea color. Second was the taste. It was something she would definitely have to get used to, drinking tea without milk. But no one said change was going to be easy. Seeing that just tea was not going to be enough, she came upon a plan to challenge Deen and decided breakfast was the time when she would put it into motion. All this time, she continued to play with her pussy, continuing to make it wetter and nastier and sloppier.

With great reluctance she rose from the kitchen table, and rinsed her cup. Walking lazily she went to Deen's room first to wake him up. Deciding to tease him, she made sure she bent far enough that his face was between her tits, she gently shook him awake. He "woke up" to the most magnificient sight of two huge boobs in his face.

"Mmm good morning mom" he said sleepily.

"Good morning sweetheart. Time to wake up", she replied smilingly. He was still not going to take the initiative. That was fine with her, she knew what made him tick now.

She turned around and walked to her own room, which is when Deen realized she was fingering her pussy the entire time. He smiled, knowing his mother was getting more and more comfortable in performing sexual acts for him in front of him. He quietly followed his mother to her room where Binu was undoubtedly about to molest her to his heart's content.

Armed with the knowledge that Deen was watching, and that Desh was now just an afterthought in their lives, Manya decided to push things along a little further with Binu. She carefully removed the blanket from over him, and very gently undid his pyjamas. Then ever so slowly, she slid them off him, leaving him completely naked with a huge hard on. Then covering him back up, she brought her tits near his face and lovingly shook him awake. 

Binu woke up to the most heavenly sight in the world; his mother's tits a hair's breadth away from his lips. It took him not even a second to swing into action and he pulled his mother on the bed, rolling over on top of her. His hot and hard cock came into contact with her belly and the contact was electric, sending sensations she had been craving for days. The contact of her son's cock with her body was more electrifying than all the fuckings she had received. That did not mean that she would stop fucking others in order to be fucked by her sons, but she preferred them over all others. Binu for his part was confused and shocked to feel his mother's belly on his cock. He pulled away from her wondering what happened.

"Mom, what happened? Where are my pyjamas?" he asked.

"Baby, it is only fair, you removed mommy's clothes at night while sleeping, so mommy thought from now on you are not allowed to wear your pyjamas in bed" replied the very horny mother.

"Oh", replied Binu. It took him a few seconds to register this new information but the hormones of a young teenager took over again and he was back in action, kissing his mother full on the lips; his tongue playing with hers while he explored her body to his heart's content. He once again found the "two navels" and start moving his fingers in and out of each of them, by now fully aware of the reaction that had on his mother. His fingers probed her navel and her ass incessantly as his kisses got hotter and he turned his attention to his sexy mother's boobs. Looking at the delicious grape like nipple in front of him, he took it in his mouth and pulled it with his teeth causing her to explode in a mind blowing orgasm.

As she rode the wave to orgasmic bliss, she brought her legs around Binu and wrapped them around his waist and effectively pulled him towards her. This had the effect of trapping his hard cock between the two of them, and his gentle rocking motion coupled with hers led to him having an orgasm and shooting sperm all over his mother's belly.

Immediately embarassed, he tried to pull himself off his mother and withdrew his hands from her. Manya realized this was the most crucial moment in their relationship going forward and she had to make sure Binu was perfectly comfortable with it and for her part, did not let go of him.  "No no baby, it is fine. You did not do anything wrong sweetheart", said Manya lovingly, showering her son with kisses all over his face. "You made mommy feel so so good, mommy loves you so much for this."

"But mom, I shot all that .... stuff on you" motioning to his cum on her belly, which he noticed she was rubbing into her skin.

"That's ok baby, it is natural. If you can make mommy feel good, can mommy not make you feel good?" she countered. "Did it not feel good?" she asked.

"Well it did, mom" answered Binu sheepishly.

"Then why are you worried? I loved it. You loved it. That's all that matters baby. Ok?" she asked with a smile.

"Ok mom" replied Binu as he watched his mother rub all the cum into her belly and into her breasts.

"I find it yucky mom, you like that?" asked a curious Binu.

Figuring how best to answer, she replied "Yes baby, this is very good for women's skin. It makes our skin look healthier and younger" added Manya.

"So does that mean you will need more?" asked a hopeful Binu.

"Yes baby.I will need more, if you are ok with it of course" replied Manya.

Satisfied with the answer, Binu gave his mom a one last kiss on the cheek, pinched her nipple and hopped out of bed to get ready for school. Manya kept laying in the bed, absently fingering her cunt with one hand while mashing her boobs with the other while Binu went into the bathroom to relieve his  bladder. Suddenly, the sound of him peeing made her curious once again, remember the taste of Gopal's pee earlier in the morning and she became horny again all of a sudden. Bringing an image of tasting Binu's pee in her mind made her cum once again though this time she bit her lip so as not to make too loud a noise.

Deen went back to his room and jacked off three times in a span of 15 minutes. He was becoming obsessed with watching his mother get fucked over and over again and could not wait till the later tonight when Binu would be go for sports camp for a week. He could only imagine the depravities her mother would have access to in the absence of her younger son.

By the time breakfast was served, Manya had changed back into her bikini blouse and her sheer petticoat. Binu insisted on sitting in the same chair as his mother as he would be gone for a week. Manya agreed and sat with her back to Binu, allowing him unrestricted access to her boobs and navel from behind. The two did everything but fuck as Binu molested his mother to three orgasms in the span of half an hour and left her very very spent when he left for school with his brother. Manya couldn't help but notice two very huge hardons on her two sons as they left the house.

During breakfast, Manya told her sons that according to the doctor, she had to take a new supplement every day from now on. It was essentially a hormone balancing drink only for women, and she had to drink it just as much as she drank water. She pointed to a yellow water bottle and said that was where the drink would be, and that the boys were not supposed to drink it, since it was harmful for their health to drink female hormonal drinks. Binu accepted it as the truth and did not think twice about it. Good, she wanted it that way. The announcement was more for Deen's benefit, as they both knew just what kind of drink was about to go into the bottle. Deen smiled inwardly and began thinking of how often he would have to refill the bottle.

Hardly two minutes had passed when she heard a knock on the front door. Knowing fully well who it was at the door, she readjusted her petticoat so that it now started at her pussy, even showing some of it now. The way it was tied, she could easily finger her clit without putting her hands inside the petticoat. With this motion, she opened the door to a very hard grocer.

The grocer wasted no time in attacking the horny slut. He was waiting for her sons to leave and the moment they left, he made his way up to the front door. He was now making it his daily routine to fuck this sexy creature, the sexiest of all the women he delivered groceries to. That she craved their fuck sessions only made him want her more. He didn't bother locking the door after him and merely made a  gesture to the voluptious wife to drop into position. In the few seconds it took him to drop his pants and thrust his rock hard cock into the slut's hot cunt, Deen slipped unnoticed back into the house and into his bedroom to view the upcoming fuck fest.

Deen watched as the grocer fucked his mother not once, but three times in 30 minutes. She was a bunny for a second fuck and the grocer was only too willing to oblige. All three times, he fucked her doggy style, like a true bitch. All three times, he came on a different part of her body. The first time he came in her cunt, flooding an already well watered pussy. The second time, he came on her face and watched her rub the cum all over her face. After slapping her a few times with cock, he fucked her a third time and came all over her tits. He didn't even bother to watch her rub it in, and walked out the back door.

Good thing he did, or else he would have seen a stunned Sana standing with her dog. She stood there the whole time watching Manya get fucked three times, and couldn't help but feel envious about the situation. She had always idolized the sexy mother and wished she had her as her own mom. At least then she could have been blessed with such big tits and wide hips and maybe the men in the neighborhood would start paying her more attention. Not that she was unhappy with Sam, but she heard what people said about Manya and how they would love to fuck her and she wanted some of that attention too. Now she finally saw her idol in her element and she wondered if she could somehow make the most of the opportunity.

Deciding to take it cool, she waited a few minutes till Manya gathered herself together and wore her petticoat. Was it her imagination, or was it really really see through? As Manya was in the process of putting on her blouse, Sana knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" asked an alarmed Manya. She wasn't expecting anyone now, she planned on catching a few moments' rest before taking a shower.

"It's me Aunty, Sana" answered Sana in her beautiful voice.

With a smile, Manya lazily tied her blouse and answered the door. "Hi Sana, come in sweetie, how are you?" she said. Sana led Tiger in and took a seat on the couch, not inches away from where Manya was being fucked. Tiger sat on the floor, exhausted from his exercise. 

"I'm good Aunty, just enjoying the day off. I decided not to go to college today, and no one is at home either", she replied.

Manya couldn't help but remember the last time she was in the presence of Tiger, he had licked her in the most sensual manner and she was ever so close to cumming then. How she wished Sana had not pulled him away and how she wished he would do so again today, uninterrputed.

Deen waited with bated breath, and the glass in which he had already jacked off twice. He was going to empty the glass in the fridge. His mother needed as much cum as she could get her hands on, and he was not about to waste a single drop from now on. He had met Sana on his way to school and when she asked how his mom was, he innocently mentioned that she was wondering why Sana didn't come over more often. Seeing that Sana was with Tiger, Deen had a pretty good idea of what would happen if she went home to his sexy mother. While he did not know how Sana felt towards sex, he knew just how Tiger would react once he got a whiff of his mother's dripping pussy. As Sana finished Tiger's exercises, Deen rushed back home moments after the grocer entered his house.

Sana and Manya did idle talk for a few minutes but neither of them was interested in just chit chat. Manya was hoping Tiger would recover quickly and pay attention to the smell of sex in the air, and Sana kept going back to the visions of the beautiful whore getting fucked by the grocer a few minutes ago, now dressed in the skimpiest of clothes imaginable.

Today, her 17th birthday, was perhaps the worst day in Manya's life. Her life before her 10th birthday was an unknown to her, she knew she was adopted. Her father had brought her from the small but holy town of Benaras and she had lived in this house ever since. But ever since she could remember, she was highly charged up - sexually. She knew she was also built differently than most other girls her age. Whereas others had small breasts and thin waists, she had started growing boobs at the age of 12, and had always been blessed with wide hips.

Add to that her beautiful looks and her thick lips and she was the center of attention of all the males in the neighborhood, including her "cousin" Dan. She had come to accept this family as her own and thus had to fend off Dan's advances on a very regular basis even though they made her feel good. There was  talk at one time of the two of them maybe getting married when they were older but Dan's mother quickly put that rumor to bed, saying she had selected a far more suitable girl for her son.

By the time she was 14, Manya had given in to her sexual desires in a big way. She had already broken her hymen at the age of 13 and was now quite used to shoving everything she could find in her pussy, including hair brushes, cucumbers, candles and of course her own fingers. She had a natural flair for teasing boys and men alike, and even though half the neighborhood was fucking her on a regular basis, none of them knew about the other and even more surprisingly none of them told on her. As far as her parents were concerned, she was the ideal child.

Manya's parents had put her on birth control from the day she entered puberty, as if somehow suspecting that she would be that promiscuous. What led them to that very accurate assessment of her, she did not know. What she knew, was she was very happy and lucky to have parents that she did and her life could not be any better. The only complain, if any, was this highly developed sex drive that she had even at that tender age. Always a very intelligent student she knew even at that age, that her condition was called nymphomania.

But she would have choosen that nymphomania over the revelation she was hit with today, on her 17th birthday. The truth about her birth, about her past and about the destiny her father saved her from.

Her father Ramakanth was a bureaucrat who was at heart a very good man. He was not always an honest man but he was widely known as a good man. At the time of her 12th birthday he was stationed in Benaras, a city widely known as a holy city for most Hindus in India. However it was also known as the city equally famous for its brothels where generations of prostitutes were born and raised. Ramakanth was on a tour of the city when he came across young Maya on the streets, begging for food. An investigation revealed that Maya was a result of generations of breeding, destined to become a prostitute herself in a few short years - at best by the age of 15.

The girl's innocent looks won both Ramakanth and Jayanthi (his wife) who had no children of their own. But they also knew the horrible truth about Maya, that you cannot turn off generations of instinct. And in the case of Maya, a girl who had seen sex from the time she could walk and run, her natural predisposition would have been towards a life of sex and prostitution. They hoped that their love and affection would perhaps curb that natural instinct and they were successful to a point. The little girl had been a loving daughter, ideal in all respects. They named her Manya, in keeping with their South Indian traditions though the girl was clearly North Indian by her looks and speech. By the time she reached  puberty she forgot about her life in Benaras and even though she knew she was adopted, she came to accept Ramakanth and Jayanthi as her parents.

However Jayanthi noticed the girl's blossoming body, a testament to generations of selective breeding, no doubt. She had met Manya's mother and grandmother before they brought her over to their home town and she knew that the older the girl became, she would become bustier and more voluptious. Her mother and grandmother had both had babies before their 17th birthdays, and even at that age, her grandmother was fitter and sexier than most 25 year olds Jayanthi knew. It was out of this concern that she had Manya put on birth control pills the day she entered puberty.

What she did not count on, however, was Manya finding out about her past so early, on her 17th birthday. Jayanthi and Ramakanth were in the kitchen under the impression that their darling daughter was still asleep. But in fact, she had just gotten back home after a night with one of the neighborhood boys, and after a quick clean up had come downstairs for a quick snack. Instead, she overheard her parents talking about her and her future.

"Jaya, I think you are overreacting", said Ramakanth.

"No Rama, I am not. You still see your little girl in her, but I see her what she could be. Don't forget, I actually met her mother and grandmother back in Benaras", countered Jayanthi.

"My mother and grandmother? Mom never talked about them before. She said my real parents had died!" thought Manya to herself.

"I know dear, but she is not her mother's daughter. She is your daughter, my daughter. She will not turn out the same" reasoned Ramakanth.

"No she will not Rama. I see the way other men look at her, and I can tell that her body is reacting to that attention. She has it in her blood Rama, she will turn out the same way..." replied Jayanthi as she was cut off by a very shocked and troubled Manya.  "What do you mean it is in my blood? What do you mean I won't turn out the same?" asked Manya, startling her parents as she stood there, hands forming fists, tears running down her cheeks. Her head spinning, she felt her world crashing around her as she went off asking questions one after another as they came to her head.

It was a long day in Ramakanth's house that day as both husband and wife took turns telling Manya the story of her past. That too, after a long and useless argument with Manya wher where they tried to convince her she did not need to know the truth. But eventually they told her everything. That they did not know who her father was, because she was born purely as an intent to become a prostitute. That for generations, the women in her family were born and raised with the intent of them becoming prostitutes. That over generations, their bodies had adapted to be in such a way. That her mother now felt, that her natural instincts might take over, if not already taken over.

There was an intense struggle in the young girl's mind, with the teachings of her parents and what her body was telling her were in direct conflict with one another. Manya remembered the day clearly as if it were yesterday . For some reason her mind had blocked out these memories, but she could clearly recollect them now. She remembered how the next few months were the most conflicting of her life. How she had deliberately stopped taking the birth control pills her mother had given her. She remembered now the effect of discontinuing the use of the same pills, and the resulting pregnancy. Her sister Tanya was in fact her own daughter, and she was in this very town!! She had a daughter who was a result of her slutty ways and she had denied her all these years! No more, she decided! She would seek her out, bring her home and teach her everything she knew, and more.

She looked at Sana, and took her hand in hers. With an excited smile she said "Sana, there is something I need to tell you..." And proceeded to tell her everything. Deen stood behind the curtain stunned, and rock hard at the same time. Her mother had always been a whore! Sometime in her childhood she had a traumatic experience and forgot all about it, but she had always been a slut, it was hardcoded into her genetically. Not only that, he had a half-sister and his mom was about to bring her in, and teach her to be a whore as well. Could life get any better?

The young girl lay on the bed, mashing her boobs as if they were grapes. For a girl of 18, she was very well built; was the envy of all her classmates and most of her teachers. The fact that this was an all girls college did not stop her from experiencing the joys of sex with boys. In fact, she was well known in the campus as a girl who would let just about anyone fuck her. This reputation was bolstered by the knowledge that just a few months ago she had given birth to a healthy bouncy baby girl, and she could not say with any degree of certainty who the father was. The college authorities were sick of her  activities and were very keen to get rid of her somehow as they felt she could influence the other girls in the college.

Tanya had always been a sexually hyperactive girl. Her parents had died a couple of years ago in a car crash, and that to her was the final signal that she could go all out in terms of exploring her sexual horizons. Her older sister Manya was happily married but she had not met her in years inspite of the fact they lived in the same city. Her parents always compared the two sisters and wondered why Tanya could not be more like Manya.

"My perfect sister Manya. Whatever!!" thought Tanya that morning as she brought herself to another satisfying release while her daughter Tara suckled her other tit. She loved attention to her tits, the more they were abused the more she was pliable in anyone's hands. None of the guys who fucked her had discovered this delightful truth about her. She wasn't an agressor, but rather let the other person make the first move. However she had such a high sex drive that she had yet to be completely satisfied, inspite of once being gang fucked by 4 college students at once.

A little sound brought her back to her senses. It was the sound of Tara, cooing. "You will not be held back, my lovely. I will make sure you express yourself sexually in every way possible from an early age. I will not let your education be stunted as my parents stunted mine" she made a promise to her young daughter.

A loud knock on the door, and Tanya said "Yes? Who is it?" without even bothering to cover herself up.

It was the matron of the hostel, asking Tanya to come with her to the principal's office. She had a visitor. "Strange, I never get any visitors", said Tanya to herself. Wearing a white transparent kurti (a shirt that came only to the hips, usually made of a very thin material) and a pair of her tightest jeans she followed the matron to the principal's office. As she entered, she caught a sign of her beautiful sister, sitting right across from the principal and dressed immaculately as always.

"Hello Tanya" said the principal. She was glad that atleast someone had come to take Tanya away from the college. The last few months had been terrible for the elderly principal and she was keen for any outlet she could have gotten from the shame that was Tanya. The girl was good in her studies, but she defied authority and behaved in a shameless manner befitting a harlot. She had tried for months to get the girl's sister Manya to come and get her but without success. So today when Manya called out of the  blue and asked to take Tanya to her house, as her legal guardian she was ecstatic and not willing to lose the opportunity.

"Your sister Manya has come here to take you away", she said. With that, she hurriedly left the room and left the two alone.

"Manya Didi (older sister), why have you come here?" demanded a furious Tanya as she took a seat beside her older sister.

Manya looked at the beauty in front of her. She felt she was looking into a mirror. Tanya had the same face, same complexion as her. Though she still had to grow in a little bit, but Manya could tell her daughter was going to be just as big a cock tease as she was. Her boobs were a healthy D cup at the age of 18, standing proudly without the support of any bra. She had a narrow waist (something Manya wanted desperately) and wide hips. She even wore her jeans in the same way Manya wore her petticoat, so low that any lower and they'd slide off her hips.

"A beautiful girl, I will make her into an accomplished whore. Together we will become what we are destined to be" she thought to herself.

"Tanya, I'm not sure where to begin" started Manya before she was cut off by Tanya.

"Then why did you come here?" came back Tanya with her retort.

"Just hear me out first, let me speak. Don't interrupt please, Tanya. You can ask me anything you want once I'm done. Is that fine?" asked a desperate Manya. Seeing a furious nod, she took a deep breath, and began slowly to fill in all the gaps that she had uncovered just a couple of hours earlier.

She told Tanya the same story that she told Sana (though it was for the benefit of her son) about 30 minutes ago. Deen, for his part, was excited beyond belief, shocked to the point of passing out. His mother was a prostitute from the brothels of Benaras!! That explained her slutty behaviour, her teasing ways, her addiction to sex. And the fact he had a half-sister, who was likely just as sexy and as much of a  whore as his mom? That just meant he would get to see more sex than most people twice his age! And how would Binu react to all this? He wondered.

Back in the now, Tanya listened to Manya unbelievingly. Her story seemed implausible, but there were hints that it was true all along. Their "mother" Jayanthi was flat as a board when it came to the boobs department but both were blessed with huge breasts. Tanya looked like a carbon copy of Manya, and had nothing in common with either of her "parents". Where they were dark as day, she was light skinned like her older sister. They both had those huge, thick bee stung lips to go with their perpetual pout. Their long eyelashes, the half-droopy eyes ever-inviting for sex. She could tell Manya had an air of sexiness around her that few women she had seen did. She was definitely more like Manya than her "parents". So was Manya correct? Was Manya truly her mother? Was she truly destined to be a prostitute? A creature of sex?

The two women talked for close to two hours as they shared their lives with each other. Both brought each other up to date with what was going on in their lives. It was surprising how quickly Tanya came to accept the reality once she looked past her initial hesitation. Her anger for her "sister" melted away and it seemed as if the two had always been the best of friends. Manya told Tanya about Deen and Binu, how each of them were important in her life and how Deen was now shaping her future. She told the younger girl about each of the men in her life, how each of them were instrumental in changing her life in the last few weeks.

Tanya in turn told Manya all about her sexual exploits, her adventures with the scores of partners in the last few years. She even told her about Tara, her pride and joy, the apple of her eye. It was only when they heard the knock on the door did the two realize where they actually were. Brought to their senses, the two straightened up as the principal entered her office once again and sat behind her desk.

"So Mrs M., are you sure you want to take your sister with you to your house?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes Principal Krishnamoorthy", she replied. "I have convinced my sister she wants to go and live with me from now on. How quickly can we leave?"

The principal was as if waiting for that news and she couldn't get the paperwork taken care of fast enough. What would normally take days took only a short hour as everyone in the college administration chipped in to ensure a hasty exit for the adulterous teen. The clothes were thrown into  the suitcases, paperwork was signed even quicker and before long, the two women found themselves in a taxi headed to Manya's home.

"Call me Didi or Di (short for Didi)" said Manya. "I don't want people to know that I'm your mother, after all" whispered Manya to her daughter. She held Tara in her arms, watching the young girl sleep contently.

"She is beautiful Tanya" said Manya.

"Thank you Di", replied Tanya. "Tell me Di, if we are the result of generations of breeding, and if we are supposed to breed others like us then how come you ended up giving birth to Deen and Binu?" asked the curious teenager.

"I don't really know Tanya. Though I have a hunch, and one I might not be unwilling to prove right" she said with a wicked smile.

"What do you mean" asked Tanya.

"Whores aren't supposed to marry, are they?" asked Manya.

"No, not really" replied Tanya.

"Deen and Binu are a result of my marriage, hence they are boys. You are the result of my whoring ways, therefore a girl. Same goes for Tara. Now if I were to prove this theory that would mean I would have to get pregnant again, with no knowledge of who the father is" she smiled at Tanya.

If there was one person in the world who knew how to fuck Manya, it was Deen. Even though Deen had never fucked her, or any other woman for that matter, he knew perfectly well what his mother needed. Gone was the woman who loved romantic lovemaking. She was replaced by a perpetual bitch in heat. Gone was the woman who liked to have her body worshipped when being made love to. She was  replaced by a whore who liked to be fucked hard and fast, treated like a ragdoll. Getting bolder by the second, he steadied his nerves as his hands neared his mother's ass.

The first touch was electric. It caused Manya to shiver with ecstasy, shiver with delight and trigger a new wave of orgasms. It also forged yet another connection between mother and son. It was perhaps an epiphany that went off in Deen's mind, perhaps it was the touch that gave him the courage to say what he said next.

"Mom" he whispered gently.

"Yes Deen" moaned Manya in response.

"Promise me", he said.

"Promise you what, baby?" came the reply.

"Promise me everything mom. Deny me nothing" answered Deen. "Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever" said a now forceful and confident Deen.

"What?" answered a surprised Manya as she turned her head around.

With one hand, he held her face, and turned it forward. He repeated himself, only a little loud this time "Promise me everything. Deny me nothing. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever" he said.

Realizing the implication of the promise, even in her highly sexed state she replied "You know what I need?"

"Only I know what you need mom. Promise me" asked Deen a third time. 

"I promise you, everything Deen. I am yours, yours first and yours alone. I promise" she said as she felt Deen enter her hard and fast. Inspite of all the cum floating inside her she felt the heat from her son's cock as it pistoned in and out of her overheated cunt. She stuffed her mouth with her saree as she screamed in ecstasy with each thrust starting another orgasm in her. Even through the saree, her muffled screams were loud and only served to spur Deen on further. He was well used to cumming 4 or 5 times in the span of minutes when he jerked off to her pictures and adventures, and could certainly cum that many times now if needed.

Manya was reaching new levels of ecstasy, levels she had not yet experienced and was unlikely to experience again. His hands reached her melon-sized udders and crushed them, causing Manya to scream like a banshee into her saree and increasing the intensity of her thrusts back at Deen even further. The harder he crushed her boobs, the harder her thrusts and more intense the wave of orgasms she was riding. Her pleasure reached a peak when he reached further down and pulled sharly on her nipples. The pain from the pull was so exquisite she started gushing juices like a fountain, her cunt clenched around Deen's cock making every effort to extract every last juice out of it. Deen obliged, and unloaded a massive load of cum into her already overflooded womb. He came for a minute but did not slow down his thrusts nor did he go soft. In fact if anything he got even harder than before and continued to fuck his well fucked mother and ended up cumming 5 times in his mother in a span of 30 minutes.

Finally, he just could get hard anymore. As he thought about withdrawing from her pussy, he had a decidely wicked thought, one that would show his mother once again what she was, and what she would do. Holding her in place with her boobs (and still mauling them), he let himself go and emptied his bladder inside his mother, splashing her walls with his hot burning pee. The heat and the act surprised even Manya, and she could only moan in delight as her son led her to a new depth in her depravity.

With an audible pop he finally withdrew from her pussy, causing a flood of cum to flow from her pussy. He put her saree right below her cunt, soaking it with all the juices it had to offer. As he helped her get up, he kept the saree in place, not willing to let even a single drop go waste. Getting another idea, he stuffed her cunt with her petticoat and blouse hoping to plug it shut with the clothing, and asked her to wear just the saree and come home with him. On the way home, he kept telling her how beautiful she looked as she was fucked by all the men, how fitting it was that everyone use her over and over again. And for her part, she felt validated and for once, somewhat satisfied sexually.  Outside the front door just before they got in, Deen whispered to his mother.

"Mom, empty all those juices in your milk bottle so you and Tanya didi can drink them again tomorrow. Then, I want you to fuck Binu tonight. It is not fair to him. He has enjoyed your body for far longer."

With a smile, Manya understood and nodded. She went to the fridge and took out her milk bottle. Squatting above it, she removed her blouse and petticoat and felt all the juices emptying into it. She pressed her tummy to ensure all the cum inside her was gone, and she felt light once more. Looking up at Deen for approval she saw his smiling face. He leaned close to her and said "Go fuck Binu now, and we will talk more tomorrow. I'll be watching. Go, my nasty slut-mommy" and with that he went to hide behind the curtain.

Rising lazily, the naked mother swayed her way into her bedroom. Each step she took was enough to harden a dead man's cock. It was as if every movement of her graceful body was capable of seduction. She had crossed two barriers today and was about to cross a third, perhaps the final barrier she had to cross. It was Binu who had started her on this path to self-discovery with his hugging and kissing, and his molestation of her navel, his cock pressed against her ass. And it seemed to her she was coming a full circle in that regard. Silently entering her bedroom, she rested her eyes upon the beautiful sight of her son and daughter lying in naked embrace. His head was on her boobs while his hands encircled her torso. His leg was resting on her thigh, his cock barely an inch from her cunt.

Manya approached her daughter first and gently shook her awake, gesturing to her to keep quiet and watch what happened next. Then she woke up Binu from his restful sleep.

"What happened mom?" asked a confused Binu.

"Nothing baby, I just wanted to show you something" replied Manya.

"What is it, Mom?" asked Binu.  "Well you know how your cock" gently touching his cock in a sexual manner for the first time "shoots that white stuff that mommy loves so much?" asked Manya.

"Uhhh yes" said an embarassed Binu.

"Well the doctor said that mommy needs a lot more of that stuff baby" said Manya.

"What do you mean mommy?" asked Binu.

"He says that in addition to being rubbed into the skin, it needs to be absorbed by mommy's holes, baby" said Manya.

Binu wasn't as innocent as Manya was acting it out to be and they both knew it. Binu figured out instantly what his mother was talking about, but decided to play it out a little more.

"Oh, so what can I do mommy?" asked Binu.

Getting on her hands and knees, Manya positioned herself so that Binu was now facing her ass.

"The doctor says that this is the best and only position where the white stuff can be absorbed effectively in mommy. Now Tanya Aunty will guide you, but put your cock inside mommy now" said a horny Manya.

A half-minute later, Binu's steel hard cock was inside Manya's hot cunt, and he began pumping away for all he was worth. Manya was in heaven as she was being fucked by her younger son, while he was coaxed and coached by her daughter and they were being watched by her older son. For her it was the ultimate family bonding as she thrust back meeting Binu's every thrust. She wanted Binu to know she did not want to be made love to, she wanted to be fucked and she encouraged him to fuck her harder, to grab her tits, to squeeze them and crush them in his hands. Binu was only too happy to comply, realizing he now had free reign over each part of his mother's body and he could enjoy her to his heart's content whenever and wherever he wanted. He had long known about his mother's slutty nature and  even talked to Deen about it. Deen had told him to be patient, and told him that eventually he would be able to fuck their mother anytime as many times as he wanted, as long as he did exactly as Deen said. He was going to thank his brother properly in the morning, but for the meantime, he merely looked in the general direction where his brother was watching from behind the curtain and mouthed a "thank you brother" to him.

Three loads and 20 minutes later, a very exhausted Binu rolled off Manya and fell asleep instantly. Manya who had never been fucked so much in one day was literally seeing stars from the blinding orgasms she just experienced at the hands and cock of her younger son. She continued to finger her pussy even after she heard the light breathing of both her son and daughter, who had cum three times herself watching the hot show. Hearing a movement near her she opened her eyes just in time to see Deen's hard cock cumming all over her face, covering it with his hot cum.

"Let it be" he whispered and he went to bed a very happy boy.

After getting her morning charge by getting fucked by the milkman and the paper-delivery boy, Manya sipped her cum-filled tea seated across the table from Deen. Deen had obliged to put the icing on the tea by masturbating in it and then watching her drink it. Of course Manya was naked, and she sat with her legs wide open giving Deen a clear unobstructed view of her shaved pussy. Sitting across from his mother, Deen sipped his morning milk wondering how he could establish more control over her as time went on. His mother brought about a controlling nature in him that he had only lately been aware of, and he wanted to explore it further. He knew he would always love her, and he could never beat her or whip her. But he could and would always control her. He had already begun to exert a level of control over her through his diary but now it would be more direct and more obvious. And if he was careful he would have not only his mother, but also Tanya, and perhaps Sana as well.

"Mom" he spoke finally, breaking the silence between them.

"Yes baby?" asked Manya sweetly.

"I don't think you should wear clothes in the house anymore", he said.  "Why, Deen? What if someone comes over?" asked Manya.

"Like who, mom?" came back Deen with his reply.

"Well you know, someone who I don't ...." she struggled to finish the sentence.

"Someone who you don't fuck?" asked Deen with a smile.

Blushing, Manya nodded her answer.

"Well then my sweet mom, they will know that you want them to fuck you. Simple" said Deen.

"Very well sweetie. As you wish" came back Manya's reply. One last sip and she had finished her tea. As she got up, Deen said,

"One more thing mom..."

Sitting back down, she asked "What is it, Deen?"

"Since you will not be wearing any clothes, doesn't it make sense that Tanya aunty also does not wear any clothes?" he asked mischievously.

With a smile, she replied "Yes baby it does make sense. But you will have to ask Tanya aunty that question, not me. Not that you will have any trouble convincing her to be naked, would you?"  Shaking his head, he got up and motioned for his mom to kneel down. With a surprised look on her face, she did as he asked her to. He unzipped his fly and took out his cock. Thinking he wanted a blowjob, Manya smiled and reached to give him just that when he stopped her.

"Stick out your tongue mom" he said.

She stuck out her tongue, and he placed his cock on it. The touch was electric for both, each felt as if a hot burning ember had just touched them. Then without warning, Deen emptied his bladder into his mom's mouth for the first time. Manya squealed in delight as she felt the hot burning liquid hit the back of her throat as it made its way down into her belly. Immediately she knew she had a taste for the nasty liquid and greedily gulped it all down. When she was done, she had a crazed look in her eyes, a look Deen knew all too well. Drinking pee was an aphrodisiac for his mother!

"Binu" said Deen with a smile, and his mother nodded and went off to wake up Binu with a morning fuck. Walking towards her bedroom, she kept one hand constantly on her pussy playing with it gently, keeping it constantly wet and flowing. Reaching her bedroom she waited for Deen to take his usual position behind the curtain before she went to wake Binu up.

"Binu, sweetheart. Wake up darling" she spoke, loud enough to wake both her children up. Tanya woke up first, smiled at her mother and went to take care of Tara's feeding. Binu woke up, groggy-eyed, not sure why he was woken up so early on a weekend.

"Mommy needs her medicine Binu" Manya said as she got into "the position". Binu's cock went from flaccid to fully erect in a second as he saw his mother assume the bitch position fully naked. He immediately sprang into action and grabbed his mother's hips with both hands. She didn't know what she liked better, his attention on her ass, or his attention on her boobs. One made her horny while the other turned her into the ultimate submissive horny bitch. Right now she didn't care which he paid attention to as long as he reamed her aching cunt with his huge strong cock. She was amazed at how big the boys' cocks were even at this young age, and they were each easily going to be twice the size in length and thickness when compared to their father. She screamed out in undisguised lust as she felt Binu slam home in one thrust, hitting her cervix as he did so.

Tanya's thoughts:  God it is amazing that didi has finally started fucking Binu (I still cannot come to think of her as my mother, even though I know she is.) Maybe she will let him fuck me too? I'll have to ask her. He has such a big cock, the biggest I've seen to date. Oh Tara, that feels so good sweetie, I hope you never tire of sucking mommy's milk. I've gotten so used to it, it makes me so horny when you suck it, when Binu sucks it, when anyone sucks it, in fact. I had heard that breastfeeding makes the boobs sag, but it seems like mine have just firmed up even more. More than that it seems that I'm producing more and more milk every day, more than before.

Tanya's days at Manya's house had been heavenly so far. Their decision for Tanya to act like a completely naive and guillble yet perpetually horny bimbo was brilliant, she felt. She did not regret that decision, and it was perhaps due to that decision that she was fucked more often than Manya on a daily basis. She had been fucked by more men than she could remember, and each fucking was just as delicious and mind-blowing as the first. It was more than that though, she felt the orgasms were slowly getting more and more intense, but she couldn't quite confirm that.

Along the way, she had picked up Manya's delicious habing of constantly fingering her pussy when alone, and mashing her tits with the other hand when possible. Knowing how many times she fucked daily, she felt it was the best course of action since it kept her ready to be fucked at all times.

She watched as Binu grabbed his mother's meaty ass with both hands and twisted the flesh as hard as he could. It left red marks on Manya's white ass cheeks as he continued to ravage her cunt with great vigor. Her boobs were thrashing wildly below, no doubt making Manya even hornier than before. Tanya knew this from experience that her own boobs when they thrashed this wildly somehow made her more horny that she was if they did not. Manya's nipples were thick and big as her little finger, aching to be milked, to be suckled, to be pinched, pulled. This was the second time she saw Manya being fucked and Tanya noticed how graceful she looked even when being fucked like a cheap bitch. She knew she herself looked like a common street whore when being fucked, and assumed all women looked like that. But not Manya. Manya maintained her class and her grace while being fucked. She wished it was something she could learn from the older woman.

Shortly after Binu left to play with his friends and Tanya left with Sam and Salman to "check something out", Deen sat Manya down and decided to have a conversation with her. It was a rather simple matter to convince Tanya to be naked at home just like his mother. He now wanted to take things to the next level. He sat down and watched with amazement the sexual creature in front of him. Her heaving tits, shining with sweat from the sexual activity from before. Her lips in a pout, so suckable, looked as if they were made for sucking a cock. Her expansive waist seemed to be getting thinner somehow. Her one  hand was on her pussy, playing with it continuously. Her clit was hard as it peaked out from under its hood, her puffy pussy lips were begging to be fucked and fucked hard. He saw as she routinely took some cum from her pussy and fed it with her fingers to her mouth. She was certainly making an effort to get herself addicted to cum.

Deen really wanted to rush over and ravage the sexy creature in front of him. But he realized there was work to be done, and in any case he got his best release and rush by watching his sexy mother in action more than anything else. It was his wish and intention to make her the sexiest woman possible, to make her sexier than before, hornier than ever. He knew she had taken some steps towards that goal and he wanted to address them now. He also had some other concerns that he wanted to talk to her about. Somehow he felt a lot more comfortable, self-assured than he did a few days ago. He knew what he wanted, and he knew he could get it.

"Mom", he began slowly "you ordered a few things from the internet a few weeks ago, if I remember correctly." She didn't stop playing with her pussy, just looked up at him as she pinched her left nipple harshly. It elicited a moan from her lips, her breathing becoming heavier as a bead of perspiration started sliding down her face.

"Mm hmm" she moaned back.

"So I need you to show me and tell me what it was." He said. "Now" he added for effect, to tell her he meant it.

Reluctantly she got up from the couch and walked to her room, but kept one hand on her pussy the entire time. Deen watched as each step of hers was mesmerizing. Each step caused her luscious ass to jiggle ever so slightly as her hips swayed like a pendulum. He could see from between her legs her fingers moving in and out of her ever wet pussy. Her right hand did not stay idle for long and it soon resumed its mauling of her boobs, causing her to stay heated constantly. He could see sperm now crusted on her thighs, no doubt a result of her morning bout with Binu, and some sperm was yet making its way out of her pussy as it dripped to her thighs. It wasn't going to waste though as Manya routinely kept swiping it and licking it with her fingers.

"A shame she can't go naked outdoors. She'd get all the cock she wants, and then some" he thought to himself as he followed her inside. She went to her cupboard and got down on her hands and knees,  presenting her delicious ass to Dinu, as if inviting him to fuck her. As much as he wanted to, he restrained himself. He constantly reminded himself that his role in her life was to lead her down the path to depravity, to watch as she became even more of a whore. He could see but one obstacle in the way of that and as much as he wanted to avoid it, he could not see another way around the problem. He would have to address it and take it head on sooner rather than later.

A different idea that had been at the back of his mind for a while now seemed to be a very good outlet for the horny woman in front of him. He kept it in the back of his mind to ask his mother for the 3,000 rupees he would need in order to put his plan into motion. He watched with interest as Manya searched for something in the cupboard for a few more minutes, doing delicious things to her ass. Finally she got up and with a sheepish grin pulled out a moderate sized box sitting right in front of her all the time. Taking the box, she placed it on the bed and took a seat next to it, instantly moving her hand back to her pussy.

Opening the box Deen carefully took out the only item in the box and placed it on the bed. Throwing the box aside, he looked at Manya and asked her to explain it.

"This is a herb from the deepest mountains of the Himalayas" Manya began. "The origin of this root was apparently lost for centuries. The seller claims these herbs have a magical ability so I bought.." she could not finish the rest of the sentence before Deen interrupted.

"You believe in that nonsense? You know how there is so much junk on the internet. You can't be serious that this is what you ordered, and paid so much money for" said an incredulous Deen.

Manya smiled in response and continued "anyways, so I bought these seeds. The seeds bear fruit in 2 weeks, and there is enough herb for three women for two weeks. I did my research Deen, the legend of these herbs is true, all the way back to the Kamasutra. Drinking tea made with the herb brings out the true woman in a woman. Apparently it makes men more virile, but women become more feminine. They become what they want to become. The longer they take the herbs, the more hardwired they become. Apparently this is what is given to the whores of Benaras" she concluded with a moan as she pinched her nipple rather harshly.

Deen was still skeptical as he heard Manya talk but continued to look at her quite freely now. He stared at her breasts as she pinched her nipples, wondering how much bigger they would get when filled with  milk, how they would look when pierced. He wondered to what depths of depravity she would yet sink, how much sexier she could yet become. Seeing as he could not see a negative side to her trying this herb, he decided let her go along with the experiment.

"Fine. Try it, there's nothing to lose. But" he said. "Tanya and Sana must also take the herbs. Not just you." He said, his voice barely a whisper as he fought to keep his resolve as Manya continued to finger fuck herself.

Manya did not respond to Deen's request but she did flash him a bright smile not unlike one of a child happy their parent approved of them. She thought the discussion was over when she heard Deen speak again.

"You know Mom, I have been thinking about something for quite some time now" he began. Remembering a quote from an old movie, he said "My mom can be a whore, but a whore cannot be my mother. Do you understand what I am saying?" he asked her.

She shook her head, slightly confused. Enough for her to stop playing with her pussy for the first time in a long time. "What do you mean, Deen? Do you want me to stop fucking other men?" she asked him.

"No no!! Not at all" he rushed his response. He saw relief come over Manya's face as she resumed her finger fucking. "All I meant, is as long as I think of you as my mother, I will continue to hold back, and not treat you like I want to treat you. Like you should be treated. For that, I need to start thinking of you as Manya, a whore. I need to start addressing you as Manya, or as slut, whore, bitch. Only then, can I truly help you become the whore you want to become. Now do you understand?" he asked her again.

Manya thought about what Deen said for a few moments but continued to finger fuck herself. She wondered how she fould feel if Deen called her a slut, a bitch and she found the thought made her hotter, made her feel more alive and more loved than if he called her mom. Deciding it was a necessary step in her development, it seemed only natural that Deen become her pimp and he treat her like his property, like his slut. Feeling the last vestage of her old life slipping away, she gave her consent to her son and agreed to be just a whore from now on, no longer a mother to him.  Pleased with how that turned out, Deen smiled. Moving on to the next step in his plan, he asked Manya for 3000 rupees which she gladly gave him. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was almost time for the bhangi (janitor) to come by the house for his daily fuck. He decided to leave his slut in a very horny state, and said

"Open your mouth, slut" as he unzipped his pants.

She complied and opened her mouth. "Tongue out" he said. She complied again.

Taking his thick cock out, he rested it on her tongue and let loose a stream, emptying his bladder into her mouth. He felt a great relief as he just stood there, getting hard watching his mom drinking his pee as it hit the back of her throat and emptied into her stomach. He could visibly see her getting hornier by the second, it was as if she her degree of arousal was doubling by the second. She was ready to pounce on him by the time he was done, and the only reason she didn't was because she liked men who took initiative. But that didn't mean she wouldn't entice them in every possible way. She squeezed her tits mercilessly, fingered her cunt furiously and opened her mouth in a pout as if wanting to suck that thick cock in front of her. She was disappointed when Deen put it away.

He left through the back door and strolled over to his destination - the dog pound. He had been speaking with the owner Vikas about buying some dogs from him though he did not tell him the real reason for them. After a quick run Deen reached the shop and met Vikas. Vikas knew Deen's requirement and led him immediately to the first dog in question. His name was Rascal, and he was a huge mutt. Probably a mixture of Great Dane and German Shepherd, Rascal was actually very fond of Deen and surprisingly enough listened only to Deen. Deen had been visiting the pound for years since he had a fondness for dogs and he understood and knew about them a great deal. There was one other reason why Deen wanted Rascal and that was because Rascal was a natural alpha dog. He would keep other dogs in check and train them, and yet be controlled by Deen. He weighed about 110 pounds and was very strong and only about 15 months old so he would still live a long time. The other two dogs were Satan and Devil, two mean looking german shepards who were also excellent guard dogs. They also loved Deen and he knew he would have no trouble restraining them. After all, he had helped Vikas train the dogs himself.

This purchase cost him only 1,000 rupees. The reason the dogs were cheap was since they were castaways and no one wanted them. However his last purchase cost him 2,000 rupees and Vikas couldn't figure out why Deen would want it. It was urine from all the bitches in heat that Vikas had.  Deen had struck a deal with Vikas that he would buy that urine from him every month for 2,000 rupees for 5 bottles. Till date Vikas had not asked Deen the reason for this but today insisted on finding out. He did not want Deen to be breeding dogs illegally especially when there was such a big problem with stray dogs anyway. So when he made it a make-or-break kind of a deal, Deen had to relent.

Deen knew how Vikas lusted after his mother. He had seen Manya in various stages of undress several times and always noted his erection by the way he would shift around uncomfortably around her. Taking a deep breath, he said

"I'm going to take a spray bottle and spray this urine inside my mother's choot (cunt) every day twice a day."

Vikas's cock sprang to a full erection in less than a second upon hearing that. His eyes glazed over as he pictured Manya with that urine sprayed inside her. He knew fully well what would happen if Deen did in fact manage to do that. The three dogs he had purchased would be upon her in an instant and would b fucking her non stop for atleast an hour if not more. He was indeed quite a kinky man and he had jacked off countless times imagining that very scene but never had the courage to say it to Deen.

"You're kidding!" he whispered out.

"Not at all. Maybe I will let you watch one day Vikas. Would you like that?" Deen asked with a smile. He was aware of the new found confidence he had now knowing he had the backing of the sexiest woman in town.

Vikas couldn't reply, as he was clearly in shock. He just nodded numbly as he grabbed his cock through his trousers.

"Knowing why I am taking the urine then, do you still think I should pay for it?" Deen asked.

Vikas shook his head, and handed the money back to Deen quickly.  "So how much are you willing to pay to watch her getting fucked by the dogs Vikas?" Deen asked.

The question brought Vikas back to reality as he understood the ipact of the question. His mind was racing with the possibilities, he knew dozens of men like him who would want to see a woman being fucked by a dog. And a sexy woman like Manya? People would pay lots of money for that. Deen knew exactly what Vikas was thinking and he cut him off with an offer.

"I'll let you know when, Vikas. Basic entry fee will be 1,000 rupees a person. On top of that, it will be 100 rupees a dog. There are over 20 dogs in your kennel, that comes to 2,000 rupees. 3,000 in total. I will get 80% of the fees of course since I'll be providing the bitch. We can make this a monthly event. What do you say?" asked Deen.

Vikas and Deen continue to negotiate over the price and the details but Deen knew he was in a position of strength. People would have paid twice that amount to watch a woman like Manya for this event, but he wanted lots of repeat business. He wanted his entire neighborhood to come watch the innaugural event where she would be fucked by atleast 20 dogs for what would definitely be the majority of the day. He could easily get 25 men from the neighborhood ready for this, plus the people Vikas would round up. Suddenly his financial future looked extremely bright!

Meanwhile back at home Manya was going crazy with lust. She couldn't believe drinking pee would have such a strong effect on her but seeing how she was going insane she had no choice but to believe it. She couldn't wait for the doorbell to ring and positioned herself right behind the door in the bitch position and continued to fuck her cunt as hard as she could. The second the doorbell rang, she turned around to open it and turned back again, not bothering to look who it was.

The janitor Gopal, who was already hard as a rock licked his lips as he saw the wench in front of him begging him to fuck her. It took him precisely 10 seconds to undo his pants and grab the whore's hips. He didn't so much grab them as he slapped them and then squeezed them like a beer can all at the same time, sending a pleasurable pain up and down her body. He was the only one of all the men (other than Deen) who fucked her to realize her penchant for boob play and he reached over and grabbed them just as roughly and squeezed them twice as hard. Her mind just went numb at that point and she became a vessel of lust. All she knew in that moment was that she was a cum receptacle and an outlet for all cocks to deposit their seed into. Like a sex-crazed animal she began to hump her ass backwards trying to find the cock she knew was there, but could not see. 

Gopal lunged forward and entered the whore's cunt in one fast thrust. Screaming in delightful pain, she began her thrusts and matched him stroke for stroke. His cock was big and thick, and hot as an iron, but not hotter than her own cunt. Hitting her cervix with every thrust, Gopal called her the filthiest names he could think of and she kept encouraging him to call her nastier names still. She felt in heaven as the hot searing cock hit her cervix yet again. The jab coupled with the mauling of her udder like boobs was causing her to see stars. The pressure was intense as she felt herself being washed in this wave of pleasure towards an endless storm of orgasms.

Life sure got interesting for Manya after that morning. She never wore clothes in the house anymore. Later that evening Deen brought over three dogs in the house. One look at her and the dogs' cocks were hard. After that day life was a never-ending fuck fest for the sexy mother. She got more and more deeper into her role as Deen's whore and never even noticed how Binu was giving more of his attention now to Sana and Tanya than her. She never noticed, but she was never lacking in being fucked into ecstasy. Between the dogs, Sam, Salim, Salim's father, the bhangi, the grocer, the milkman, the paper- delivery boy she got daily doses of hard cocks. Then there were others too, others in the neighborhood. All along she did as Deen asked her to, as he told her to.

Deen was watching the progress in his whore's personality with much interest. He had noticed how she had stopped thinking of herself as a mother and came to think of herself as his whore, as his bitch. She still oozed all the sexuality in the world, but now there was a purpose to her actions, her movements. And that purpose was to invite men to ravage her. No more romantic fucks for her, no more sensual slow fucks for her. Only hard and fast fucks. The harder the fuck, the harder she came.

A few months after that day Deen was beginning to grow tired of her. Not that she wasn't the same old erection inspiring whore he had always imagined her to be, but his object of attention was Sana now. And he knew it was not fair on Manya.

One day, after she drained the dogs of their cum she was just watching some porn on tv when Deen came up to her and asked her to get ready. They were going out for some work. It had been two months since she had left the house, and she realized she did not miss it at all. Obediently she went to her room and proceeded to pick out her clothes. Finding everything in a mess, she came back outside and asked Deen about it.  Manya: Deen?

Deen: What is it, bitch?

Manya: (Hand fingering her pussy) I can't seem to find clothes anywhere. I can't find any sarees, no blouses, no petticoats.

Deen: What are you talking about? What about those shawls I had made for you?

Manya: What shawls?

Deen walked over to her wardrobe and pointed to a dozens pieces of cloth sitting there. He had talked to Abdul and asked him to make pieces in a shawl's size from all her transparent sarees. Once that was done he threw away all her clothes.

Deen: These. Now wear one and let's go.

Nodding dumbly she took out a light blue colored sheer saree draped it around herself. She managed only to cover her ass and her boobs, but only barely. The material was so sheer to begin with it hid nothing and left nothing to imagination.

Without a word but with an appraising look, Deen led her out of the house. As soon as they left the housing complex, she saw the eyes of people everywhere on her. This was undisguised lust, a look that would send most women into fear and shock but not this horny mother. It only made her wetter. She could not understand though why all the dogs were barking insanely in her direction.

Deen smiled seeing the dogs' reaction to Manya. He had been lacing the insides of her cunt every day now with the urine of a bitch in heat, and that scent was attracting those dogs now. The dogs in the house fucked her so much, she didn't connect the two, and didn't realize that it was her own smell or rather the smell coming from her that attracted the dogs. He knew the longer they stood there, the  more they'd bark and it would only be a matter of time before they broke free of the leash and ran over to her, knocking her down and fucking her right there in the open.

Fortunately they found a cab, and they went towards their destination. The cab driver couldn't believe his luck seeing such a sexy woman in his car. Not just that she was sexy, but the fact that she was dressed in such an obviously slutty and whorish manner, half naked. Her massive boobs sitting high on her chest, her narrow waist, not an ounce of fat on it. Her big pouty lips just thirsty for a cock to suck on. He watched with amazement as the boy next to her casually reached over and pulled that sorry excuse for a cloth covering her, revealing her very naked and extremely beautiful juggs to him. Her nipples were thick and very hard, hard enough to cut glass it seemed. From the expression on her face she was obviously masturbating. With great concentration he managed to arrive at the destination without any incident. Only then did he realize they had arrived at a very seedy part of town.

Handing her sari-shawl back to her, Deen waited as Manya draped it around herself and lazily made her way out of the taxi. In his horny state the taxi-driver even forgot to ask for the fare. Deen led Manya down a dark deserted alley into a shady looking shop. Over a dozen pair of eyes watched in amazement at the sight of the beautiful ass swaying sexily dripping cum down her legs lead by a boy young enough to be her son. The woman's hips were wide and inviting, her ass so big and plump it looked unnatural on her slim frame. Her thin waist made her look even sexier. The fact she wore next to nothing was the best part for the men who could not help but grab their dicks and start jacking off.

He saw her going to the shop with her son, and was delighted. After centuries of searching, His search was finally over. He had finally found His vessel! Immediately following the two, unseen by everyone He entered the tattoo shop and took over the body of the tattoo artist. The Devil had long been looking for the one woman who was above all else. A woman who was lust personified, who could corrupt the minds and souls of the most pious men through her lusty body and insatiable sex drive. He wanted a woman who could turn many a soul down the path of sexuality, and he could find no better a search than Manya. A woman who was hornier, more insatiable, more sexual and more filthy than any other whore ever, one wanted her body to be used, not because she was forced, but because she genuinely loved it. Not because she was moulded to become that way, but because she naturally possessed that mindset. He could not waste any more time.

As soon as Manya entered the room, it was as if a switch went off in her head. She saw Deen , the tattoo-artist's assistant and the dog sitting in the corner all freeze. All except the tattoo-artist. Even though his features were very ordinary, less than ordinary in fact, she could sense a radiance around  him, a glow. A glow that made her want to get down on her knees and worship him. The fact that time had come to a standstill did not alarm her, a fact that only pleased The Devil further.

"Yes, she is definitely the one", He thought to Himself.

"Who are you?" Manya asked.

"I am the one who can make your dreams come true, Manya" He replied.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"To talk to you, that's all" came the reply. When she remained silent, He continued "Tell me Manya, how much longer do you think, before your age starts to show on your body? Before those beautiful breasts stop defying gravity, that ass starts to sag, age lines appear on your face? What will happen then?"

"Deen wants me to be his whore, he will always take care of me" she replied back.

"Yes, but hasn't he already found another? Sana who is younger, still developing, has a lot of years to go. She will also give him many children, I can tell. He will forget you once he finds out she is pregnant, which she already is" He lied.

Manya went back and forth with Him for what seemed like hours. Her determination and strength winning Him over even more. There was no doubt in his mind now that she could corrupt the best of men and women.

Finally, He decided to play His trump card. "What if I promised you a life, where you would never die, no harm would come to you. You would always remain between the ages of 15 and 35, after which you will start again?"  Manya thought about that for a moment. She was vain, there was no doubt about that. A life where she would never age? That would be almost heavenly. But there was some catch here, she couldn't figure it out.

"What would I have to do?" she asked.

"Nothing, just live the way you always have. I can promise you, no harm will ever come to you" He replied.

"What about my figure? I always want to have a sexy figure." she replied with a blush.

"And how do you define a sexy figure Manya?" He asked.

Without a moment's hesitation she replied "Big boobs, that look fake but are 100% natural, a thin waist and big wide hips, an hourglass figure. A flat stomach, and an ass like the one I have now. Long legs, big thick lips. No fat on the body except on my boobs and ass. But they should not look fake, they should look like they are now - erection inspiring"

He smiled. This was a woman who knew what men liked in her and was proud of it. He would give her all that, and much more. He would give her anything she needed to fulfill her destiny, and His will.

"You could have that, and much more Manya. Now, what would you do for such a life?" He asked.

A few moments passed while Manya thought about the proposal. Finally she decided and said "Anything"

"Then Manya, I want your soul" He replied as he assumed his true form. Any ordinary person would have been terrified at the sight, but Manya stood smiling in front of The Devil. He was unlike any description of any demon in all the different religions on earth. His voice was hypnotic, He was perhaps the most beautiful person imaginable. He stood there in front of Manya, His wings spanning 50 feet, His  golden hair coming to His shoulders. Her immediate desire was to drop to her knees and beg Him so she could serve Him for eternity.

He reached into her chest and retrieved something. What, she could not see, but she assumed it was her soul.

"Here are the terms Manya. In every birth, you will take the form of a girl who will be 15 years old, you will simply take over her mind. Your name, will always be Manya so you will always retain your true identity. You will always look in accordance to your purpose" He said with a smile. "Your life may not be always pleasant, but rest assured, no harm will ever come to you. If ever you are in a position where you are about to be mutilated, or killed you will enter a new body. On your 36th birthday your current life will end, at which time you will enter a new body. And of course, there will be a few surprises you will find along the way as well" He concluded with a smile.

"This is the first and last time we will meet Manya, but rest assured I will always be there with you, in spirit." With that, He waved his hand and disappeared. A moment later, Manya disappeared from the shop and woke up in the body of a 15 year old girl.