My mom's treatment at the hands of commoners - 05

After Uncle Shyam left I quickly jumped over to my balcony and went inside my room. I saw my mom coming over to my bedroom and unlocking the door. I decided to sleep for the time being, thinking that no other male was coming. Plus, I knew that after squiring so much, my mother would also be tired.

I woke up late at night and went to the dinner table. As usual my mom was wearing a red color silk nighty which clung to her luscious body because of her sweat, showing her every curve. She looked tired and also a bit uneasy. Maybe she was feeling a little guilty after what happened with Uncle Shyam. While serving me dinner, I saw the outline of her huge mangoes jiggling with every movement.

"Babu, you don't have to wake up early tomorrow. I'll take the milk."

I knew the reason but still I decided to ask, "Why mom? I could take it. What's the problem?"

"No problem at all. Actually, I'll be going out tomorrow so I have to wake up early. You can sleep as long as you like. I'll take the milk from the milkman, don't worry."

I decided against pushing this topic further. "Fine. I'll wake up late tomorrow. Just remember to take the milk from him in time."

"Don't you worry. I'll surely wake up in time, tomorrow morning."

Manya - Forbidden Lust - Part 01

The shrill morning alarm sent unruly bolts and waves into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her deep eyes and cast a sleepy glance towards the place next to her. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breath carrying the odour of liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin white blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inches below her deep navel, she dragged her voluptuous body out of bed towards the bathroom, pausing for a moment to look at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked disheveled and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brownish black aureolae stared right out of her thin blouse and this morning the ends were sharp and pointed, indicative of her bodily need for a full blooded fuck.Almost involuntarily her hands went to the fleshy region between her thighs and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to gain in heat, the moment her fingers sought the warm folds.With an inaudible moan, she gave one loving squeeze between her inner thighs and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a shudder of relief as some of the accumulated horniness found alternate release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same scant attire she moved to the main door to collect the morning milk. Opening the door, she bent to pick up the milk and in the process her full breasts spilled out to form a delectable cleavage.From the corner of her eye she saw the milkman's bicycle parked in the compound and realised that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her daily appearance. A full minute was spent in gathering the milk during which her creamy breasts spilled nearly 80 percent out of her thin, lowcut blouse. Giving this morning show was now a habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting charge from this flash and even when someone other than the usual milkman delivered the milk, they learned to stay until Manya gathered her milk.