Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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This story is from 2008. Multiple forums have same story in parts.

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Chapter I

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
dishevelled 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 learnt to stay
until Manya gathered her milk.

Turning her back to the milkman, she started closing
the door, giving him a lingering view of her ample,
meaty ass and a rousing rear view of her trunk,
especially since the petticoat came down to well below
her hips and settled almost at the beginning of her
ass crack. Just before finally losing the door, she
turned again towards the outside and offered another
flash of her huge midriff, with its flaring curvature
at the waist and the juicy, deep, inviting navel. This
exercise was her morning tonic and a day was insipid
without it.

The entire five feet seven inches of her full bodied,
well stacked, lush form swayed with a heady grace as
she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a
moment to peep into the room of her two sons, Deen
aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and
content, hands between his thighs and lost in a dreamy
world, while Binu was sleeping on his back, his right
hand placed idly around his crotch. What caught her
eye was, however the tenting in his shorts, sticking
imposingly out at the ceiling. She smiled indulgently
like a mother would, but a deep moistening crept up
her pussy, which was already aroused by the morning
show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the
kitchen to prepare the morning coffee and breakfast.
Within an hour all hell would break loose as three
males would rush through their morning routine, gulp
their food and flee the house, leaving her all alone.
The thought made her feel a bit empty but also filled
her with an enterprise and abandonment that came from
the knowledge that she would be all by herself with
her voluptuous, sensuous body.

Deen was always the first one to wake up. Nearly six
feet tall, he was a gentle giant, loose limbed and
with the body language of a good and lovable kid.
Manya continued to remain in her attire even before
her kids and it had become normal for them to watch
their skimpily clad Mom go about her chores every
morning in that state of undress.She had been doing it
now for the past 4 years out of sheer convenience and
it never struck her that their bursting hormones would
one day take cognisance of her ample charms,
especially her well rounded buttocks, her fully
exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

"Good morning Mom", called out Deen, as he entered the
kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his greeting,
smiling into his soulful, loving and almost puppy like
eyes. Deen could see right down her partly unbuttoned
blouse and trace the full curves of both her melon
like breasts with the entire glory of their semi
pointed nipples.

His dick jerked to attention.

"Get ready dear. Today's your special breakfast item.
Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her full
hips against his. Deen could feel the heat, softness
and meat of his Mom's hips as she went past him. He
stifled a gasp as her dainty fingers inadvertently
grazed his crotch. He wore no underwear beneath his
shorts and he was startled by the near grasp of his
throbbing young manhood by his very own biological
mother. It stunned him and also confused him, like it
did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally,
adding to his dilemma. His first stirrings of manhood
had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His first dick
caressing had taken place while he had seen her
changing. His first major jerk off had been over her
photograph of her carrying him as a three year old. He
loved concentrating on his three year old hand
clutching at Manya's bosom in the picture. And when he
came, he made sure that some drops always landed on
the picture, if possible on Manya's beautiful face.

But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his arousal
obvious and strove to camouflage it. Manya, on her
part, noticed her elder son's disturbance but did
nothing in terms of either her dressing or body
language to divert him. If she was built sexy and left
with an eternally horny body due to her husband's
slackness in bed, then she couldn't help it. No force
on earth can hide a woman in heat, especially a woman
blessed with the rich contours and fleshy warmth of
Manya. She had a body that craved loving. She had
luscious breasts that ached to be caressed and
fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's
warm touch. She had a massive, protruding, more than
proportionate ass that could well be her best asset.
It was high, firm, wide and with a curvature that sent
viewers' passions soaring. There was not one of her
husband's friends that didn't want to spank her
voluptuous ass or plunge into her juicy pussy. She
didn't care about their advances and over time she
learnt to live with them. Even those long alcoholic
parties where men would indulge in subtle gropes and
almost leering comments while her husband would be
sozzled left her quite in control. Infact she was
secretly thrilled that such a wide variety of men of
all age groups lusted after her juicy body.

The moment Deen left for the bathroom, her younger son
Binu bounded into the kitchen, cheery and bright.

"Hi Mom", he greeted her with a big hug and kiss on
the cheek. Binu was always the more demonstrative and
physical of the two kids. His hug lingered a little
longer than necessary but Manya made no move to free
herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his
mother's cheek, this time rather close to the corner
of her mouth. Manya felt his young, 12 year old
erection thrusting gainst her asscheeks. She shivered
inwardly and felt her pussy moisten again. Binu's acts
awakened her dormant lust. Though twelve years old,
his actions were obviously sex driven. He used every
opportunity to grab her, rub his dick against her huge
rump and let his hands roam all over his juicy
mother's expansive waist.His hands groped the bottom
of her braless blouse and made enough contact with her
mounds to make her squeal. It was easy for Manya to
dismiss her little son's acts as childlike. Only a
part of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling
to remain so that she was spared of any dialogue with
her conscience. Unlike his elder brother, Binu knew
his needs and made his moves very obvious, with no
scope for any communication gap. Manya loved it. It
made her feel very wanted and desirable. Binu on the
other hand was sure that he was only expressing his
extreme love for his mother.

After packing Binu into the bath, Manya decided to
wake up her husband. For a daily inexplicable reason,
she draped a saree over her scantily covered body and
went into the bedroom. She liked to be close to fully
dressed whenever her husband was around.

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Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her sleeping hubby and studied
his form as she neared him.He was an inch shorter than
her five feet seven inches, slender in arm and chest
but with a pot belly that grew out of endless hours of
drinking, both at home and outside.He snored the
moment his head hit the pillow everday and kept
snoring right until he was woken up.Manya remembered
their early days of marriage when she used to wake him
up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his ears
lightly while her fingers danced around his flacid
manhood. He would stir in those days and wait until
she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly,
without warning he would grab her by the waist and
turn her around to make her lie belly up on the
bed.Using his left hand to drag her saree above her
smooth, hot thighs, he would guide his half ready dick
into her already steaming pussy. A few gallant strokes
would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead
his tool into her eager love nest whenever it slipped
out. About 60 seconds of valiant lovemaking would
ensue after which he would leak out a measly amount of
sperm into her womb, which would just about suffice to
moisten her just wettening twat. With an irritated
grunt he would simply roll off her and rush into the
bathroom without even looking back. if he did, then he
would have seen the writhing, frustrated body of his
lovely wife, legs spread, breathing heavily and thighs
twitching in rising intensity.

The sight of a writhing semi nude Manya, spread out
lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm
would have been the ultimate erotic sight for any
peeping tom but for the sexy wife herself it was a
daily torture. And she was forced to go through this
torture on a daily basis, at times with frenzied
regularity and with the greatest ever regularity in
the last few months.

In the last few years here had been hardly any
inspired bouts of love making, which for her lusty
body was a deprivation surpassing all else.If Manya
had to ever choose between her daily bread and a daily
fuck, she would go straight for the latter.Today,
grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh
alive. With the usual morning grunt and without the
slighttest hint of a promising early erection, he
hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not
bothering to even wish his beautiful wife.

The moment her hubby closed the bathroom door, she
heard Deen call out, "Mom, I need help to wash my
hair". Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's
bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her saree,
dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bath.She
didn't want to wet the saree in the course of Deen's
bath. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a stool
when Manya moved across to him, her braless breasts
swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each
step. Deen's eye got rivetted onto his mother's deep
and big navel.As Manya bent and washed his hair with
shampoo her navel and lower abdomen stared right into
his face.It was a double feast for the budding youth
as his eyes absorbed he juicy depth of her belly
button and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her
bush, which permeated through the petticoat.In less
than three seconds his dick shot up in his undies, a
sight which was not lost on Manya. "Wow", she thought
to herself, marvelling at the contrasting reactions of
her husband and son to the very same body. But being
the mother, she pretended normalcy and coninued to rub
shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her
strokes. The rich lather forced Deen to close his
eyes. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around
him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into
greater arousal. Her big boobs would dip every now and
then to press into his head warmly while her crotch
would reach tantalisingly close to his face, with the
aroma almost sending him into a lusty stupor.The he
felt the water raining down from the shower onto his
face and head. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He
was not the only one wet. His mother's sexy body was
drenched all over the top half, her nipples poking
right out of her wet blouse. The sight was
astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jigling
right in front of his face. Deen thought he would
shoot out his spunk without even a touch. At the same
time he was transfixed and puzzled by the total
nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash and
towel off her son's aroused body. She seemed to be
completely casual in her near total exposure to Deen,
her very own son.With her full hips barely a few
inches from his head, she turned around to turn off
the shower, in the process presenting him with a mind
boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet
petticoat.The garment made a huge inroad into her butt
crevice and the whole show was straight out of one of
those soft porn flicks which he enjoyed now and then
with his pals.But he was better blesed than his
friends because he had daily real life soft porn
scenes to live out in his own house and with his very
own loving mother.A wild thought germinated in his
head which seemed to come from out of nowhere - "What
if any of his friends were to see his Mom strutting
around scantily"? The thought left him as soon as it
came but the seeds were sown.Manya left the bathroom
to check on her younger son Binu and Deen started to
stroke his dick the moment his mother's bodacious ass
swayed out of sight. He needed the release.

Manya needed release too but all she got was more
arousal in Binu's room. Her younger son had just
finished his bath and was about to start dressing when
his half wet, barely dressed Mom walked in to enquire
about him.

"It's getting time for breakfast Binu", she announced
as she entered, but her statement broke into a squeal
as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not
unusual manner his hands completely encircled her full
waist and caressed the folds at the sides with the
index finger of his right hand straying into her navel
to finger it in a rotating motion.The posture lasted
one minute of squealing and 60 seconds of slow and
steady pawing.Both Mom and son had got quite
accustomed to this display of affection from Binu and
only Manya suspected that the feeling was quite sexual
even from her son's side.But as always, he would stop
just when her body began to betray her emotions. He
would cease to caress her just when she wouldn't want
him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that
Binu acquired his genes and libido from her side of
the family. But it was still too early to say, as she
thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that someone found
her desirable and someone wanted to feel her up the
way she liked to. But her craving was not just for
feeling. It was for fucking. Deep, hard and
repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if
possible right out of her brains.

Feeling fully aroused from all the amorous attention
she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree
around her wet underclothes and went to spread the
breakfast on the table. The dress felt burdensome and
she found herself being slowed down by a silent
droning between her thighs. Involuntarily again, her
left hand reached for her crotch. Absent mindedly she
continued playing with herself over the dress for
atleast 5 minutes before the sound of her men arriving
for breakfast brought her to senses.

"You'll catch a cold Mom in those wet clothes. Go
change," suggested Deen, concerned as ever.

"Yes I will, after you all leave", sighed Manya as she
served breakfast. She could feel Binu's eyes
repeatedly seeking her juicy navel and Deen's eyes
probing behind the wet blouse for the nipples that had
teased him during bath. Again a shiver ran through her
and she felt both delight and sorrow. Delight that her
womanhood was getting its due appreciation and sorrow
that her hubby was merely gulping his food down in
total neglect.

Minutes after they all left, Manya rushed into the
bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her
clothes off her heated body on the way. She unstrung
her petticoat and tore the blouse off her bursting
breasts as her lust aroused body flopped onto the soft
bed. Both hands covered her full breasts, the palms
kneading roughly and the fingers pulling at the now
sharp tips. Her legs thrashed about as she literally
crushed her full boobs like a demoness in heat. Her
entire body felt like it was on fire and she thought
she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her
hands dropped quickly to her pussy mound and she
worked her fingers in and out of that rich and fleshy
zone, causing her thighs to spread, close and spread
in a mind boggling sequence of abandonment. She gave
herself in totally to the demands of her lush,
neglected body. Her wasted voluptuousness surged with
renewed hope evrytime she subjected herself to this
burst of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as
her fingers delved and probed into her soaked pussy,
striking a frenzied rhythm in tune with her wildly
aroused brain. The pasionate start rose to a crescendo
where she heaved and thrust her full hips up and down
on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny body to a
new height of ecstasy. She felt the tide rise deep
within her loins and it only drove her fingers deeper
and harder into that steaming twat working on it like
there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its peak and
let loose a bursting flood, washing her loins all
over, making her fingers reach furious speeds until
the collapse began, first in her loins, then in her
fingers and finally in her golden, fleshy inner
thighs.With receding passion, she slowly regained
normal breathing, but continued to lie naked on the
bed, hands on the lower abdomen, feet still apart in a
lewd reminder of her just concluded dynamite act.She
was wet with sweat and wet with her juices. The whole
bedsheet was drenched and she silently decided that
she would change it later in the day before Deen and
Binu arrived from school

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Chapter 3

Nearly half an hour after her marathon session she
rose for a bath. The cool water felt comforting on her
still hot body. She soaped herself generously,
lingering long around her bush and pussy. She stroked,
caressed and patted her mound indulgently until a
flicker of arousal crept up her spine all over again.
Sighing, she stepped out stark naked into her bedroom.
She used a thin white towel to dry herself and it was
almost as if she were caressing herself with her own
hands.She dabbed the light towel all over her gorgeous
body until it was wet. Then she took another towel to
dry her long hair. She wrapped the towel around her
hair after ten minutes of drying. Opening her
wardrobe, she tried to decide on what to wear when her
eyes fell on a light blue transparent saree and a
sheer white blouse. She took both of them into her
hands, without as much as a thought for a bra and
petticoat.She hated the weight and pressure of
undergarments. Whenever possible she simply discarded
them. Manya loved to feel the fabric rub against her
supple and sexy flesh, especially around her glorious
hips and asscheeks.Not wearing a petticoat beneath a
semi transparent saree gave a complete exposure of her
lower treasures and fleshy thighs.But she didn't care.
She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without
underclothes and she had the whole day right upto her
husband's arrival to slip back into them anyway.

However it did not apply to her two sons. She was
comfortable without undergarments in their presence
and she guessed they were comfortable too. In any case
there were no obvious signs of embarasment on their
faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in
see through sarees without a hint of underclothes.
Right through they were quite accustomed to seeing her
with just one single garment on her lush body, be it a
petticoat and blouse or saree without petticoat. The
full attire was for their father, a fact which they
came to realise rather early. The idea made them feel
good and cosy about their sexy mother. They loved her
a lot more for the extra comfort level she seemed to
share with them. It made them feel special - and horny
too. And they kept their feelings to themselves - as
yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer saree and
blouse. It technically covered her whole body but
revealed its fleshy, creamy glory to awesome effect.
Tied well below her deep and exotic navel, the sheer
garment simply clung to Manya's ample hips and
threatened to fall right off her juicy body if she
even bent forward a little more than needed.The
blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was
so tight and low cut that half her cleavage was on
show right through the flimsy saree. The bottom of the
blouse was almost tucked into the base of her full
boobs, giving them life and bounce as she walked.From
the base of her breasts to maybe an inch above her
bush was a completely revealed territory of
supercharged flesh. Manya's window of seduction was
her fleshy yet sexy midriff and the horny housewife
was fully aware of it. It was huge, wide and bedecked
with possibly the deepest and juiciest navel on earth.
When she walked in this attire, her thighs and trimmed
bush offerred themselves to view in tantalising peeks.
Taking the rear view, the saree dipped right down to
the tips of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily
drape itself around Manya's meaty buttocks. The ass,
asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front
of any viewer who happened to run into this horny wife
and mother of two. Putting it plainly, her whole body
screamed for a fucking.
The beginnings of restlessness crept into her lush
body and Manya launched into her customary mound
caress.She would finger herself after bath for about a
few minutes everyday before preparing lunch. Now,
while she was in that dreamy spell, she heard the
doorbell ring. She first looked out of the window and
saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three
days to deliver vegetables and fruits. Manya rose from
the couch, hand still on her crotch and moved to open
the door.She kept her hand on her mound in a partial
caress and retained it all the way upto the door,
reluctant to give up the warm moistness which had
begun to engulf her loins and also form a small wet
patch on her sheer saree

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Chapter 4

Left to herself, Manya would have preferred to indulge
in prolonged self ravishment in her present mood.Her
mind quickly accepted the intrusion but the signals to
her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a certain
inner discordance, especially between her thighs,
where a tiny ooze had just about begun.Caressing
herself, she half opened the door and peered out to
ask if there was any fresh stuff. She kept just her
head out of the door, her hand still playing with her
pussy through the sheer folds of her saree. The grocer
announced that many of her usual choice of vegetables
were fresh and she may like to take a look and decide.
Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at
the grocer thoughtfully, fingers still playing with
her pussy behind the door. With one final thrust, she
withdrew her hand from where she loved to keep it the
most and threw the door wide open.The grocer, a stocky
man in his late thirties gaped in astonishment at her
dress, or the lack of it and kept gaping until Manya
coughed to draw his attention. The grocer's mind
worked at the speed of light, unable to fathom the
delicious sight in front of him. He knew from his
frequent visits that Manya was hot and horny.He had
encountered many a horny housewife in all his house
sales over the years. He could spot a hungry pussy
when he saw one.Over the last one year he had seen
Manya in various careless states of dressing but
somehow she always seemed in control of things.It was
more like she was teasing people rather than inviting
them. He also realised that she couldn't continue to
be a pricktease indefinitely and his prick was bound
to have its day. Her appearance told him that today
could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't
have worn any clothes.The saree was fully transparent,
showing him all of her. The fertile bush, those
glorious thighs and the entire midriff, everything lay
before him like a feast, with her belly button calling
attention to his gaze. While she was fingering herself
the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving
her rich and deep navel fully exposed to his view.
With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be
pawed and felt, the navel resembled a pussy in need,
quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to examine some of the leafy
vegetables and this made the top half of her saree
drop, revealing her generous cleavage with a clear
vision of her perked up nipples.She didn't realise
that her saree had dropped and continued with her
genuine task of grocery picking from his basket.The
grocer's eyes popped right out their sockets and his
cock threatened to tear out of the fabric it was
stretching around his crotch.His strong hands felt a
rush of blood as did every vein in his body. Manya was
decidedly the hottest of his customers and he looked
forward to visiting her house more to experience the
surprises she held for him in the form of her dress
code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen
before.Breasts, nipples, navel, midriff, thighs, bush
- every ounce of her juiciest parts was starkly
visible through her dream like garments. The Arabian
dancers did wear transparent bottoms but atleast they
wore panties.Here a middle aged housewife was treating
him to fleshy delights of the sort people only dreamt
of.

The apparent involvement of Manya with the grocery
basket and her ignorance of the state of her boobs
suited the grocer and he let his hungry eyes travel
all over her voluptuous frame, taking in the sexuality
oozing out of every inch. His eyes rested for longer
moments on her hips, the exposed portion of which was
like a mass of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled,
gripped and pounded. Only flesh in need is left for
this kind of wanton display and his animal instincts
gradually took over. He shifted closer to her, as if
to help Manya load her bag with his stuff. he held the
bag up for her while Manya filled it with a cluster of
vegetables. She had to lift her arms up to do so and
in the process, her upper saree dropped right off her
shoulders, chest and waist to rest tantalisingly at
her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed
she was all along to his gaze. Her face acquired a
sudden blush but there was no way she could cover
herself up since both her hands were occupied. She
looked into the grocer's eyes and observed the burning
passion. His looks sent shivers up her spine and a
warm flood of juices gushed forth from her loins to
further moisten her already wet vulva.

This time the gush of juices was different. They
flowed and flowed without a break. The control
mechanisms which she normally applied broke down
thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his strong
gaze. The grocer extended his strong arms towards her
exposed hips and dragged her closer. His manly touch
did the trick. It was the touch of a man, strong and
reassuring. It was also the grip of a testerone rich
male which sent her feminine defences crashing down.
When his other hand gripped her right hip to complete
the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would.
The manly grocer jerked the beautiful wife towards
himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent
breasts jiggled at his action. His hands on her meaty
hips encountered raw heat and he realised that this
juicy body was being wasted. He could hear a half sob
as he strengthened his hold on her lower hips and
turned her around. Her high rise buttocks came into
hot contact with his dick and even through the sheer
garment, their heat took him by surprise. If ever
there was a hornier woman, then he hadn't known her.
Nor did he care to know.

With one single tug, the sari came right off her hot
hips and fell in a heap at her feet. Manya was still
in a lusty daze as she allowed him to anything he
pleased. She moaned as he felt his hands caress her
plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her
rump and kneaded it. The kneading continued and Manya
got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of
restraining him. Her tingling pussy was now dripping
at the ministrations of this grocer. Her legs parted
on their own accord and he reached down to carry his
squeezing into her inner thighs and finally her
seething, soaked pussy. That set off her accumulated
lust trigger and she cried out in helpless craving and
fell right down onto her knees.

In that posture she presented an awesome sight on all
fours. Her face was glazed with lust and her ass
quivered in wanton lust. She wriggled her hips and
pressed backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer
had already removed his trousers and brought out his
steel hard dick, which was now throbbing with as much
anticipation as the horny housewife's pussy. He cast
one glance at the crawling form of the beautiful woman
before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a bitch
in heat. She needed a fucking and like hell, he was
going to give her one.

In one single plunge he entered right into her nest,
her wet cunt walls giving an over lubricated welcome.
Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in lust. He
began stroking into her slushy pussy with gradual
motions. The lust crazed housewife screamed for harder
strokes and driven by her wanton behaviour, he thrust
harder and faster. His huge dick, which she hadn't
even seen, made furious inroads into her tender but
hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending
the horny mother of two into new zones of passion. The
pumping lasted five scalding minutes and the sheer
novelty and passion of the situation overcame both of
them. He reached his climax with a roar and she caught
on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She
looked and felt like bitch. On all fours, she was
letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over sexed
cunt. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing
but cock till he spurted his semen in several long
spurts deep inside her womb and all over her back and
ass. He came so much that his virility surprised the
under utilised wife.

Like a true chauvinistic male he just released her
hips with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trousers
before she could turn around. Her still convulsing
body was recovering from the delicious onslaught and
she looked up gradually towards his body. Her first
glance went towards his crotch but was disappointed to
see that he had already put his woman pleaser away.
There she was, lying well fucked by a dick she didn't
even see.

"Ok Mrs. M. See you later", said the grocer as he
walked away with a whistle. Manya lay on the floor,
still in a half crawling posture. She was still in
heat and she still looked a bitch. Her ass felt well
gripped and handled. Her pussy felt well pumped. Her
mind was well relaxed. Her breasts however still ached
for a caress nd that ache got transferred again to her
pussy. A mild heating began within her loins and this
surprised Manya. What was the extent of her appetite,
she wondered.

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse
on with the first two buttons undone as always. Her
saree was in her hands and she tried to decide whether
to put it on or go for a wash. Her thighs were sticky
and some cum still settled wetly over her puffy pussy
lips. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her
fingers over her cunt lips and felt them. She scooped
a bit of cum into her fingers and brought them to her
nose. "Hmmmmm", she purred at the aroma. Then suddenly
the door bell rang. Surprised and alarmed at the
untimely ring, she hastily began to assemble the saree
over her ravaged hips. it was a relatively slower
process since she did not have the benefit of a
petticoat.

"Who's this"? she called out.

"It's me Mom" came her son Deen's voice

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Partly relieved but still alarmed she draped her saree
quickly around herself. Now she didn't have to worry
about perfection in attire since it was only Deen. Yet
the fact that she had allowed the grocer to fuck her
just s a little while ago coupled with the freshly
fucked feeling still coating her senses made the
housewife a wee bit guilty. She managed to wear the
saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness
around her crotch to once again form a sticky patch
out in front. She opened the door to let Deen in. He
said that his afternoon classes were cancelled and he
had no mood to go to the library.
Walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She
looked different.Her hair was dishevelled and her
saree looked rumpled in a peculiar manner. Her scanty
blouse was wet with sweat. If it wasn't for the glow
on her face, he would have presumed that she was
sweating from her kitchen work. As she walked towards
the couch in the living room, he noticed the languid
movements of her hips and the slow roll of her hips.
The sway was slower but sexier. It was an
indescribable sight but she looked different. Suddenly
he noticed the damp patch around her crotch on the
transparent saree.It looked so provocative, just below
her rich bush. Manya noticed where her son was
looking, but it was too late to amend things. In a bid
to make the atmosphere more casual, she spread her
thighs out and tried to relax on the couch. Her
posture became rather lewd for her teenaged son and he
began to experience the familiar stirring in his loins
which looking at his sexy mother for more than a
minute always produced. At this stage Manya asked her
son to take a bath so that they could lunch together.
Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the bathroom, glad
that he could hide his arousal.
Manya was still lying in that obscene pose on the
couch when she heard the main door open slightly. She
had forgotten to lock it after Deen's arrival. It
opened wider and in came the grocer. She panicked and
hissed at him to go away, pointing at the bathroom
where her son was bathing. But he had not come to
leave. Not long after he left Manya, he began to
reminisce over the morning's astounding developments,
especially the ease with which he could enter Manya's
hot pussy. Soon his thoughts led to a bursting hard on
and he felt the time was still convenient enough for
anoher go at the gorgeous piece of ass, who would be
doing nothing else but masturbating away anyway,
according to him. So off he rushed to get his pussy.

When he neared her, Manya whispered frantically to him
that her son was around. Not giving a damn, he
motioned for her to turn over, unzipping his trousers
in the same motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself
obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards
the bathroom door where Deen was. With strong and
silent efficiency, he once again gripped her
voluptuous hips and shook her like a doll. Manya's
body throbbed with renewed lust and her pussy started
dripping in record time. The risk in the situation was
obscured by the heat of his manhood pressing against
her already naked ass. He had merely hiked her saree
up and thrust his dick right into her willing and wet
cunt. The pumping began instantaneously and her cunt
muscles started clasping his dick in greed, milking it
to new heights of passion. She could still hear the
shower and so could the grocer. He ploughd mercilessly
into her in the same bitch posture. She cried and
sobbed to herself out of sheer lust and ecstasy. Her
body responded like a bud opening out and very soon,
he splattered a rich dose of seed deep inside her
loins. She absorbed every drop of his lovable cum and
revelled in the sudden and explosive climax which the
illicit encounter produced. In record speed, the
grocer again zipped up and hissed a quick good bye. By
the time, she moved from bitch postur to normal
posture, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in
pleasure and absolute wonder that she had been fucked
twice in no time. Again she didn't even see the dick
that gave her so much joy.But more exciting was the
thought that her son was right in the next room, but
didn't know about it. How wrong she was. Deen had seen
it. And it took sometime for him to emerge from the
bathroom. After all 2 jerk offs in ten minutes need
some time for recovery

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Deen's head was reeling and his heart was pounding.
What he had seen shocked him to start with. He saw an
unruly man, dark and powerful, manhandle his beautiful
mother, pump into her pussy roughly, mash her fleshy
body all over and finally spew his hot cum deep inside
her belly. And all along she not only liked it but
loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't mind
going through it with her son in the house made his
heart beat faster with the realisation that his mom
was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. Worse still,
she simply loved getting fucked like a bitch. While on
all fours, with the grocer's hard dick pistoning in
and out of her steamy twat, she hardly looked the
loving Mom who cared for him and his little brother.
Nor did she look like the mysterious tease who coaxed
and cajoled his dick into ultra hard erections with
her revealing style of dressing day in and day out.
Instead she looked every inch a horny slut who craved
loud and adulterous sex and loved only those things
that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his shock turned to
awe, his contempt turned to understanding and his
jealousy turned to lust. His young brain related her
behaviour to the inability and foul behaviour of his
drunkard father, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a
ripe and luscious beauty like his Mom in his life. The
sight of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked
royally by a stranger only served to make him realise
the full potential of his beautiful mother's sexuality
and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His heart
reached out compassionately towards his mother with a
soft corner. So did his dick - with a hard on.

Suddenly in one swift motion, he clutched his
burgeoning cock and pumped it vigorously like a man
possessed. He came in less than twenty strokes - so
powerful was his surge of passion for his sexy Mom.
Even after ejaculation his dick merely registered a
pause but not a droop. He quickly resumed his dick
pumping and this time the images of the grocer balling
his cock hungry mother were more vivid and telling.
With equal intensity he spewed his sperm all around
him in the bathroom, gasping at the monumental arousal
that had beset him. As he relaxed he realised that he
related to his beautiful mother more than ever before.
He desired to see her happy. He loved to see her
glowing and satisfied. He loved to see her getting
fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the living
room. He was in time to see his well fucked Mom trudge
slowly into the bedroom with just her flimsy blouse
on, holding her sheer saree in one hand. Her asscheeks
shook and swayed as she walked, making his mouth
water." Now those full cheeks could do with some rough
treatment", he empathised. He also wondered how his
Mom would take to a sound spanking by his Dad in case
he found out that his beautiful, desirable wife, was
indeed a sex crazed vixen.

Deen moved slowly out of the bathroom and headed for
his mother's bedroom. He stopped at the door and
soundlessly peeped into the room. Manya had merely
spread the transparent blue saree all over her full
body and was lying on her back. Her hand rested just
below her abdomen and was occasionally caressing her
pussy. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring
sounds. Her nipples poked right out of her still
sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the morning's
events. She was pleasured no doubt and also enjoyed it
to the hilt. But she couldn't help wondering how
easily she had surrendered to the grocer, not once but
twice. She was an easy lay, and her actions proved it.
She thanked her stars that her son Deen was out of
sight. "Deen", she said loudly.

"Oh yes", he must have finished his bath, she thought
as she rose, attempting to re-drape her saree around
her well ravished form for about the fourth time of
the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiety and waited
until she had almost finished wearing her saree and
just when she was tying the knot in front of her
shapely midriff, six inches below her tantalising
navel, he walked into the room, calling out her name.
Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued
wearing her saree and completed tucking in the knot
and adjusted the front of her saree. The top of her
saree was still down and she casually lifted it and
placed it daintily around her creamy shoulders. Her
nipples still peeked through the transparent blouse
and saree, but that didn't matter. Her present
exposure was part of routine as far as her son was
concerned and she was quite sure that it didn't bother
Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush
body with a new sense of appraisal. He now saw her as
a fleshy object too, that at times could take off into
uncontrollable and wildly aroused behaviour. His eyes
never left her generous hips. He saw then getting
squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into
Manya's eyes and saw some relief and contentment.
Strangely that look in her eyes turned him on. He
found that slightly flushed, glowing look a remarkably
arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's face. It was
the look of a freshly fucked woman. A freshly fucked
mother of two young and horny sons

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Manya had no time to wash herself and while sitting
across the table with Deen, she wondered how her young
son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his
mother was getting mercilessly balled by a stranger.
But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know
that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the
doggie posture, like a true bitch. Both Mom and son
had sex on their minds when the doorbell rang. It was
Binu, her younger son. Manya rose to open the door and
once again Deen got the prize view of her ass, rolling
alongwith his mother's step, with each cheek rubbing
sexily against the other, with the whole movement
clearly discernible through the semi transparent
saree. Binu gave his freshly fucked Mom a big hug as
soon as she opened the door. He smothered her still
sweaty body with his arms and reached out to get his
customary feel of her juicy navel. He was a bit
surprised at its moistness. Even her face smelt
different when he kissed her cheek. The scent was not
just different. It was more exciting. And his dick
endorsed his thoughts by pressing hard into his
gorgeous Mom's soft and wide belly. That made Manya
stiffen a bit but then she had seen his erections
before and allowed it as part of growing up. What
worried her was that Deen showed a mindset different
from Binu. He was reticent, soft and closed. He was
not physical like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his food right away and gulped it
down in less than five minutes. All three rose after
lunch to retire for a light afternoon nap. Deen slept
in his room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's
swaying ass into her room and onto her bed. This was
quite normal for the two. She setlled her scantily
clad ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of
her saree fell off her shoulders but Manya didn't
bother to adjust it since she was going to lie down.
Her nipples came into clear view of Binu's eyes and
even this was an everyday affair. But today Binu
stared and stared at them. It may have had something
to do with her body scent he had inhaled sometime ago,
but he felt a strange electricity flow between them.
He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, wide
belly and stroked the flesh lovingly. He shifted
closer towards her so that her lush ass was pressed
hard against his crotch. He was wearing just his
shorts without any underwear and this was nothing new
for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together
whenever his father was away and right through the
night, he would squeeze her all over, especially her
hips, asscheeks and belly. His favourite spot however,
was her deep belly button. Manya allowed him to play
around, with the confidence that it was simply a
childlike fascination which he would soon overcome.
Play around he did, but quite energetically. He would
plant a series of wet kisses all around her belly,
concentrating on the area around her navel. He would
nibble, lick and blow into that juicy navel, showering
all his affectin into its enticing depth. He did that
all the time, atleast twice a day and more if the
situation permitted. He would continue his amorous act
until he heard his Mom's long and aroused moan. She
would not shake him off but it was a signal to him
that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a woman starved of cuddling, Manya actually enjoyed
all this physical display of harmless affection from
her younger son. There were a few occasions when she
was not sure about the harmless bit. That was when he
would openly compliment her ass, especially when she
was dressed in a saree without a petticoat. He would
swat and knead it quite freely and even make her
squeal with his surprise advances on her lush
posterior. Gradually she grew to like it, even look
forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her
sense of being wanted and enhanced her desirability
levels. At times she suspected him of having definite
sexual overtones in his actions. Those were the
moments when he would run his fingers up and down her
asscrack, give her a big hug from behind and a long
kiss on her lower cheek, dangerously close to her full
lips. She would feel an instant moistening in her
loins but recover quickly enough to dismiss it off as
adolescent behaviour.

She did at times hope that Binu would not be so brazen
and physical with her. After all he was just twelve
years old. And he did not care that his actions were
being observed rather curiously by his elder brother
Deen. That afternoon, Deen realised that his
voluptuous mother had gone to rest without even
washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex
sessions with the grocer. Her body must be certainly
reeking of the combined body fluids of the dark grocer
and his fair mother. He also realised with a pounding
heart that her unwashed pussy must be still nestling a
good amount of his copious discharge. He marvelled at
her behaviour and attitude and was wondering how lucky
Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right after her
torrid session. Little did he know that Manya
deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to
revel in her illicit pleasure for as long as she
could, deriving the utmost gratification from life's
little adventures

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It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to visit one of
his classmates and he looked into his Mom's bedroom to
inform her. This time he stood still in
amazement.Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with
Binu encircling her hips with his right leg thrown
across them. Her saree rode right above her thighs,
displaying their ample well curved shape and the
garment stopped just a couple of inches below her
pussy lips.He couldn't see the lips but Binu's
sleeping form fully embraced his mother, with his dick
thrusting through his shorts just at the top of her
ample, exposed thighs.Manya's belly and navel were
fully bare and open. The saree around her waist had
dipped to extra low levels in the course of her sleep.
There was just a 4 inch cover of sheer garment above
her pussy.Every other inch of her delectably fleshy
midriff lay open like a well laid out feast. Binu's
head was buried in her full bosom, his nose digging
right into her creamy cleavage. Both were asleep and
the pose, supposedly a mother son sleeping posture,
looked anything but non sexual.Incredibly it was
absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu's insistent
fondling and navel kissing, Manya was never subjected
to any sexual intrusion. Atleast not from Binu. But
looking at them lying in close union, Deen felt that
familiar tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was
also charmed and surprised at their apparent peace and
calm.His horny Mom, after her torrid fuck had shifted
gears and was lying semi nude in her 12 year old son's
sleepy embrace with his head nuzzling her melon like
breasts, his dick pressed against her crotch and with
his legs drawing her full hips into himself in a
possessive hold.The sight was beautiful, strangely
erotic and spoke of the absolutely physical channels
of communication which both mother and son adopted or
were blessed with.Unwilling to disturb their bliss, he
left the room and house and walked across to his
classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her
lush body. She looked down to see her little son
Binu's head cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She
ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his
tight leg embrace around her full hips. She still felt
horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the
possessive clutch of her younger son on her almost
nude body, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered
as to why her husband didn't display this level of
physical proximity.Slowly she moved Binu's leg away
and tried to rise. She felt Binu's arms encircle her
belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get
up.She found him very cute, even though his hands
encircled her lower abdomen, just a few inches above
her bush.She looked down to notice that her sheer
saree had bunched itself around her bush with her
entire body above and below fully exposed.A thrill
shot through her lusty body as the naughty,
exhibitionistic side of her surfaced.Slowly releasing
herself from Binu's drowsy grip, she moved out of the
bed into the bathroom.She needed to pee and once
again, she felt a shudder of release all over her
body. She reached out for the hand shower to wash her
insides after peeing, but suddenly for some reason,
she placed the hand shower back and allowed herself to
remain unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself
from the remnants of her mind blowing two fuck episode
late that morning.

Manya realised Deen had gone out to visit his friend
Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to play his daily
evening cricket.She hoped Deen would develop an
interest in athletics like Prem and build his physique
too. Manya wished her sons were also lithe, strong and
well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was
worried about Deen.Standing there in the kitchen,
making coffee the horny housewife smacked her lips and
looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and
her hair quite dishevelled. The saree kept slipping
right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a
petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed
wrinkles, giving those cheeks a well fondled outer
appearance. Manya's ass globes twitched at the very
thought.The grocer's caressing had been carnal and
animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but
insistent squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for
long, expecting nothing in return, unlike the
grocer.Many of Manya's female friends openly admired
her ass and even made their jealousy obvious.They said
it was extra full, jiggly and could drive a saint to
sexual madness with their high rise bounce.She tended
to agree with them. Her buttocks did flare out
disproportionately from her rather ample hips and what
made the ass more prominent was her long and flabless
waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was
nature's unique gift. Her waist and ass fed off each
other's glory. Manya felt rather proud of her rear
asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she
couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to
route the onlooker's eye through her belly and hips.
And she did that with a vengeance. She was a fine
piece of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to
herself.

Midway through her coffee making she heard the
doorbell ring again. Feeling no apparent threat to her
under dressed appearance since hubby was due only
after half past six, she shifted her voluptuous body
across to answer the door, with her left hand again
fingering her pussy mound upto the last second.On
opening the door she saw her cousin Dan's huge form
with the arrogant face. Grinning, she welcomed him
inside. Manya was at one time supposed to marry Dan
but considered him too crude and arrogant.The
arrogance came from his wealth but he did not acquire
class alongwith his wealth. Now years later, with her
new found fascination for crudity, the same Dan began
to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's eyes
swept over her sexily attired form and rested right
between her thighs.His eyes practically bore into that
fleshy junction, lapping up the exotic sight of her
dark bush and the arousing 'V' which formed itself
whenever Manya kept them together.He simply lusted
after his cousin Manya and made no secret of his
craving. Overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his
advances and began to give in - discretely to begin
with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his
massive arms enveloping her body fully. She could feel
her big breasts getting crushed against his broad
chest and her excited body started giving in. Suddenly
she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to
him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for
her, Dan had the sense to withdraw, but even he could
feel a difference in her body odour. Not only was
Manya's body riper since his last visit, but she felt
and smelled different. But he liked the difference.
Within ten minutes Binu entered the room in his
cricket gear and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's
visits were always surprise visits and Binu looked
forward to them because his uncle treated them well
with expensive gifts and goodies. After coffee, Binu
left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

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The moment the door clicked shut, Manya felt a strong
pair of hands dragging her backwards in a half mauling
and half grabbing grip. It was a familiar grip and she
loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her
after a six month gap, his pent up lust for his sexy
cousin burst out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards
himself and her saree got tugged out of her hips. It
lay in a heap on the floor and Dan stared at the ripe
and sexy body of his lovely cousin. Her massive butt,
her generous hips and the overall flesh feast which
seemed to be aching for his heated touch proved too
much for him and he simply hurried her into the
bedroom and made her lie on her back, right on her
marital bed. Manya's thighs spread in automatic
response and she reached out to remove Dan's trousers.
They were down in a jiffy and Dan wasted no time in
placing his rigid 8 inch dick at the entrance of his
cousin's hot pussy. He thrust into her and Manya
screamed at the delightful entry. The thrusts began in
a steady momentum, with their missionary style
copulation enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lust
aroused, beautiful face. He simply adored his sexy
cousin and hated it when she married her wimp of a
husband. That weak, pot bellied drunkard was a gross
mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The thought made his
already blood engorged dick throb in further arousal
and he thrust deeper into her ever willing cunt,
reaching depths that were not reached in a long, long
time. There was no talk between the two. Their bodies
met and their eyes also met in the course of this
searing union. Her face shifted to different levels of
lust in tune with his steadily pistoning cock, while
his face got wilder and wilder, as if a caged tiger
had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated
body to higher stages of yearning and she screamed at
him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she
screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding
dick rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated
into her wet pussy in lengthy spurts of manly seed.
Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in a frenzy
during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an
explosive climax with the dual triggers ignited.
Gasping and feeling her cunt spasm involuntarily, she
let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The muscles of
her cunt still exerted receding pressure on his slowly
deflating dick until he rolled slowly off her, but not
before giving long and deep kisses all over her sweat
covered face. Manya suddenly felt a shudder as his
hands came off her chest, releasing his vice like grip
on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they
always acted on first sight whenever he came home. No
words were spoken. It was simple, plain pumping and
words would follow later. And clever Dan, he always
chose the time when Desh was out of the house to make
his entry. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the
night and also having a drink with Desh.

With the flurry of the first fuck with Dan getting
over, Manya experienced a deliciously wicked delight
all over her body. It was the third time she got
fucked that day and what she loved most was that all
juices were well and truly deposited within her,
giving her a beauty enriching glow on an otherwise
calm and pretty face. Not bothering to put on her
saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse
on to make some more coffee for them. As she waited
for the coffee to warm up, her hand again drifted
towards her just fucked pussy. Slowly she fingered
herself, allowing the juice mixture in her pussy to
spread all over her soft fingers. She loved the feel
of her pussy when it was wet - wet with anything. She
remembered the only time she tried to make Desh eat
her pussy by spreading honey all over her nether
region and dragging his head into her crotch. Quite to
her surpise and alarm, Desh had recoiled and snarled
at her, calling her a pervert. She didn't try it
again, not with with her husband atleast.

As she was pouring the coffee into two cups, she heard
Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude. She gave him a
mischievous grin when she saw that he was looking her
over. Dan's eyes once again focused straight on her
bodacious backside and this time a certain tenderness
overcame him as he reached down to softly knead and
cup it.

"Mmmmmm", moaned Manya, feeling a spark ignite her
luscious body once again.

He kneaded her glorious, fleshy backside for nearly a
minute, kissing her earlobes while doing so. Manya
loved being held from behind. Her whole body responded
to rear caresses and rear initiative almost naturally.
Maybe that was one reason why she found it difficult
to ward off Binu's continuous assaults on her ass.
That was one zone she had no control over but that
didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she
felt Dan's cock slowly press against her naked
asscheeks. A throb began all over her body, which
gained in intensity when Dan slowly bent her on the
kitchen table. His now erect dick was probing her full
and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a
rabbit would look for its hole. Manya was wet in no
time again. It was her pussy drip that drew his hard
again cock towards it like a flesh magnet. Suddenly
cock met cunt and the humping began. Dan's hands now
fully cupped a bent Manya's breasts while his steely
dick carried off from where it left her steamy twat a
little while ago. His organ stroked deeper and deeper
into the horny mother's cunt, making her head bounce
off the table with each stroke. The penetration was
much deeper due to the bent posture and the thrusts
were longer due to the first surge of lust having
already been extinguished during their first fuck. It
was a long, slower and more delicious mating, but
absolutely physical in nature. It was the mating of
two bodies that were custom designed for fucking each
other. His six foot broad frame mounting her five foot
seven inches of adulterous voluptuousness. The
adultery added to the heat of their passion and the
heat of their copulation made the kitchen table shake
vigorously. Sounds of their loud fucking mingled with
the sounds of wood trembling.

It was initially the sound of wood that made Deen
discard the main door and walk around the house to the
kitchen to see if there was any problem. As he
approached, he could also hear the loud grunts of a
man and the continuous moans of a woman. He could
recognize the moans of his horny mom but was concerned
about the male grunts. It was certainly not his
father's and that too at this time of the day. If his
father fucked his mom during late afternoons even once
a month, then she would not have to look at
alternative cock in life, he reasoned. Having
eliminated that option, he peered through the kitchen
window and was greeted by the most arousing sight of
his life.

His butt naked mother was bent over the kitchen table
with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick cock in and out
of her sloppy cunt like a machine. His aroused mother
was gasping and moaning with every hard stroke Dan
gave into her lewdly presented cunt. Bent like a
bitch, she was taking it from behind and screaming her
lusty approval everytime a thrust found its target.
The sounds were squishy with intermittent slaps
reverberating through the kitchen each time Dan's
balls slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood
transfixed again with his hand taking its inevitable
route to his cock bulge.He began caressing it and
slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing
member. With every stroke of Dan into Manya's wetly
receptive pussy, her son stroked his dick, matching
Dan stroke for stroke. Wildly it seemed to Deen that
he was sharing his mother's lust. Stroking away, he
looked at his mom's glazed face, marveling at the
sexual energy it carried.

"Fuck her well, Uncle Dan", he muttered to himself as
he pumped away at his dick vigorously. "Give her a
sound fucking", he kept muttering throughout his lusty
frig.

Dan and Deen came together, the former into the wanton
pussy of Deen's mother and the latter into thin air,
with just one drop getting splattered on the kitchen
window pane. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He
staggered slowly away from the illicit sight he had
been witness to, trying to absorb the day's events.
Two different guys had fucked his beautiful, sexy
mother and both times she took it like a bitch, from
behind. She was screaming during the act and was
glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to give
the adulterous couple five minutes before ringing the
doorbell

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In a single day, Deen had witnessed the utter
depravity of his beautiful loving mother and the more
he recollected the day's events, the more obsessed he
became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a
voyeuristic way. The blood surged in his dick at the
thought of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about
anybody. The sight of her pink, throbbing pussy
getting a pounding in the most degrading postures
filled his mind with the purest emotions of empathy
for a housewife in need. He began to relate to her
more and more and even thought that he may like to
facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother
without her knowledge so that he could watch and revel
in the absolutely awesome manner in which she recieved
hard cock.

With these thoughts floating in his mind, he rang the
doorbell. Manya opened the door herself and gave him a
remarkably fresh smile. His eyes took in her lusty
form which looked even more voluptuous than ever
before. Her face was brighter than when he left her
and her walk was a lot lazier and provocative. Her
slower steps imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to
her wide and fleshy hips, which were rather
inadequately covered again by the same sheer blue
saree, which had the privilege of hugging her full,
well fucked body through different stages of her
illicitly extra sexual day today. He could have bid a
million dollars to possess that saree after she
ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking
off was contained in the aroma of that sexy saree for
Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's fetish and if
only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't
realise that her adultery had won her an immediate
sympathiser and he was not one of the two men who
fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind
her sex fatigued form Deen kept caressing his cock
until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to
the living room couch to greet his Uncle Dan. As he
chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya
walking into the bedroom and followed her with his
eyes until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two pairs of
eyes went straight towards her hips. Deen saw that she
had put on her white petticoat under the blue saree
and immediately understood that it was time for his
Dad to arrive. The saree however was still well below
her rich navel and her blouse was still braless. Deen
wondered when she would finally have a bath and
cleanse herself of the signs of the day's adultery.
Desh arrived in less than thirty minutes and
acknowledged Dan's presence with a cursory hello. In a
near demure way, Manya served snacks and coffee for
all. Only Deen could feel her inner wickedness and he
loved her for feeling that way. That naughtiness was
going to be the source of his erotic living.

In less than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting
over a bottle of scotch brought by Dan. Desh drank at
double the pace of Dan and Dan made no attempt to
match the alcoholic Desh. Instead his looks always
travelled towards Manya's ass and breasts whenever an
opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his room
to study but kept peeping into the living room where
his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning
hornier by the minute. He noticed Manya signalling to
Dan to limit his drinks and Dan nodded, winking at the
same time. His brother Binu also entered the house and
a quick dinner followed. Binu had his customary gropes
of Manya's ass and he somehow did not need to be told
to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual
exchanges were conducted with total consensus and
understanding and everyone seemed to be waiting for
Desh to go off to sleep. Though drunk, Desh hugged his
wife and asked her to come to the bedroom, much to
Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen
also slept in his parents' room.

An hour later, he heard a rustle and peered from one
corner of his bedsheet towards where his parents
slept, ensuring that he did not move. Desh was in a
randy mood and he had already stripped the clothes off
his sexy wife. Manya's fair and throbbing body
glistened in the partial darkness as her drunken
husband began pawing her breasts roughly with both his
hands, after positioning himself above her lying form.
Manya surrendered with some degree of expectation.
Deen could make out his mother's naked glory in the
semi darkness and deep sucking sounds of his Dad
suckling his mother's full breasts like a child could
also be heard. Manya's moans were more out of
discomfort than arousal and Deen could make that out
in a moment. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw
it. Desh didn't bother to ascertain whether his son
was asleep and Manya of course was totally unconcerned
either way. In less than a minute after some hurried
foreplay, Desh mounted his naked wife with his son
peering in curiousity just a few feet away from them.
Deen couldn't make out the dimensions of his father's
dick, but he saw him try out some forceful movements
which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard
him cum and he also thought his oversexed Mom had just
begun to moan in arousal. It was all over in a minute.
Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife
quivering in frustrated nakedness. Manya continued to
lie naked on her back, hands buried deep into her
dripping snatch and she may have thought that Deen was
asleep.

Deen could not have been more awake and alive to the
needs of his beautiful mother. However he had to
simply continue watching and stroking his dick while
his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He
saw her check on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did
something which simply stunned him even after the
day's events. She strode right out of the room in slow
deliberate steps, stark naked and without a care in
the world. Her broad hips and fleshy buttocks were
silhouetted erotically in the extra dim light while
her naked breasts shone in splendour everytime some
reflected light from the open window bounced off them.
She was a beauty in distress and she happened to be
his own mother. The beauty was horny too and
uncontrollably so, after her hubby's limp dick could
only manage to stoke her lust fires. Deen knew where
she was headed to and he compassionately watched her
lush, naked frame disappearing into Uncle Dan's room.
He realised Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy
cousin to arrive. An hour later, Manya stumbled into
the bedroom and Deen watched his well fucked mom slip
naked right under the bedsheet. What a day it had been
for the horny housewife. And she slept with her hand
still caressing her pussy mound and remained in that
naked, curling posture until she awoke

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Manya awoke first next morning and started it as usual
with her morning flash for the milkman. She was
naughtier today and she stepped out of the main door
dressed just in the same blue transparent saree
without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five year
old stud milkman was caught unawares by this wanton
display. Her naked boobs showed clearly in all their
glory and her ass was better than fully naked. It was
just a flimsy, sheer piece of cloth pretending to
cover her voluptuous body and Manya decided to do this
since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the
milk and turned around to reveal the awesome glory of
her full ass to the world fo one full minute. Rising,
she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to
begin coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that
single saree on her well ravished body. Dan had fucked
his horny cousin in every conceivable posture the
previous night and together they came atleast five
times. It would have been a day of marathon fucking
for any other woman, but not for Manya. She still felt
a bit heavy in the hip as if some surplus lust still
lingered in that well stacked body. She suddenly heard
a soft rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see
the milkman's young and cheerful face. He had a packet
of milk in his hands and gestured that Manya had left
it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the
backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached
out to take the packet. In doing so, she stepped on
her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the
doorstep, falling right onto the young milkman.
Unprepared as he was for this fall, the stud tried to
hold the falling lady and he held out both his palms,
in the process ending up with both her full, almost
naked breasts in his hands. Manya felt bolts of
electricity shoot through her nipples as he
straightened her. His hands were still on her heaving
boobs and he made no effort to remove them. Manya too
did not say a word but stood still, allowing the
moment to take over. There she stood, naked for all
purposes, a horny housewife early in the morning,
getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's hands began
to knead and squeeze slowly, bringing life into those
mounds and waves of pleasure into Manya's lust
triggered body. The saree was fighting a losing battle
and slowly fell right off her shoulders, leaving her
topless and naked right up to just an inch above her
bush, which was clearly visible through the
treacherous blue saree. Manya stood still as the youth
kept one hand in caressing motion on her left breast
while he ran the right one all over her waist, hips,
belly and poked into her navel. His strong fingers
reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding
his head in her hands and briging it down for a hot,
long and tongue tying kiss. His youthful passion and
the mischief of the early morning breeze on her
glowing skin may have forced this but there was no
stopping Manya now.

The young milkman understood the lady's state and
without any further delay, he placed the aroused,
almost nude housewife on the doorstep of her kitchen
with her head inside, leaving her fleshy, glorious and
wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between
indoors and outdoors, with her kness kneeling outside
the door. The stud placed himself right behind her
lush ass and gave some readying squeezes to those
quivering globes o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the
position brought about the dormant lust in her like no
other posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like
a bitch in heat and almost mewled in arousal as his
strong, young dick began examining its entry route
into that seething cunt. A sudden thrust ensued,
taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its
speed and vigour. Then thrust after thrust followed at
lightning speed, almost akin to a dog mating its bitch
in the peak of the mating season. Her sheer saree was
bunched up around her hips and his hands reached out
to maul her swinging boobs with the vigour of an
athlete. It was the kind of boob mauling she craved
for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She
was ready to surrender her soul for this quality of
fucking. Her forced stifling of her screams drove his
passion to further heights as the danger of getting
observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a
licentious thrill to both and more so in Manya's case.
She continued to enjoy the furiously paced ramming
this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under
his grip and her boobs felt like they would get torn
apart from her juicy body. But deep within, her loins,
pussy bud and walls screamed in delight at this
special pounding in the special place, right on the
doorstep.

Her sounds were only too familiar to her son Deen.
Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom
was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle
Dan's room for a peek. Not finding her there, he
thought that she may have decided to take her long
postponed bath. Seeing even the bathroom empty, he
followed the sounds that he began to hear and walked
right into the kitchen. The animalisic fucking of his
beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise
him, but the doggie style adopted yet again and the
bitch like body language of his well stacked Mom
during her licentious liaison stunned him. He gaped in
astonishment and rising lust from behind the
refrigerator as his lovely mother gave herself to this
stranger like a wanton bitch in the wee hours of the
morning. The stud shot his load, Manya screamed her
way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own moans as he
shot a huge load of sperm onto the refrigerator side.
He saw the milkman put his dick away even as his well
fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her
ass resting on the bare floor outdoors, while her head
rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorstep
supported her sexy waist as she lay spreadeagled,
breathing heavily from the exertion. Her face wore a
smile of satisfaction and lying in hat pose, with the
flimsy saree still bunched up around her hips, she
looked a true slut. Deen found this slut look in his
mother as being ethereal and closer to nature and
truth.

He left the kitchen in a hurry when he saw her
attempting to get up. He rushed into the bathroom,
knowing that he might be denying his semen filled
mother a chance at the loo.He brought his cock out
again and pumped its hardness, recollcting the
morning's depravity. He kept jerking off, the image of
his mother's near nude form lying on the kitchen
threshold, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.

Mother Manya on the other hand rose and steadied
herself by holding the door. She kept the saree
bunched around her hips with her left hand holding
thegarment around her crotch area. She looked a
ravishing sight as she moved slowly out of the
kitchen, only to run into the big form of Dan.

"I knew you would be about early", whispered Dan,
holding her naked shoulders and not even questioning
her on her state of undress.

"Oh Dan," whimpered Manya meekly as she allowed him to
hold her by her naked waist and lead him over to the
dining table. His hands slipped lower to hold her by
the asscheeks and the dampness there certainly took
him by surprise.

Manya simply allowd Dan to carry on leading her till
they reached the dining table. Facing her, Dan lifted
her by her full ass and laid her, back down on the
table. Manya let him recline her head and back while
he had her thighs and legs stretched out of the table.
He drew her shapely thighs around his hips and tugged
her saree away, divesting himself of his trunks in the
process. Manya was nude and outstretched now, her
luscious ass resting on the edge of the dining table,
with her cousin's dick already testing her pussy
entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly,
holding her by the hips, and continued to remain
wordless as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around
his neck. This brought their bodies so close to each
other that Manya whispered " "Now Dan, in this place?"

"Yes dear. I have to leave by the 8 am flight and you
look eminently fuckable this morning. What has come
over you?"

"Just fuck me now darling cousin. We'll talk later, "
whispered the ever lusty housewife.

In that intimate position, the two of them had a long,
leisurely fuck, driven by some confidence that they
would not be spotted, even in that ridiculosly obvious
place. They fucked and fucked, for ten long minutes
with his hands squeezing and unsqueezing her charged
up hips and his palms occasionally rising to cup and
knead her trembling breasts. They looked great
together as they orgasmed in unison, in one
deliriously gradual wave, beads of sweat decorating
both their faces. The beast bent to kiss his beauty
for one last time that day. The beauty accepted his
post ravishment kiss with smiling amorousness. Five
minutes later she detached herself from his clasp,
letting her legs drop down but still spread them
lewdly on the table. Dan bent nd placed a long,
lingering kiss, right on her pussy, makng her gasp and
moan all over again.

He left her in that naked, well ravished state on her
dining table

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Manya's morning had got off to a rousing beginning
with two superlative bouts of sex. One was hard and
fast with a young stud, while the other was a gradual,
mutually seeking love making session with her cousin.
The delicacy of the latter took her by surprise. She
grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her
assaulted zone, which was her hips and ass package.
The entire mass of flesh was damp from sweat and
semen. Her crotch and inner thighs were completely
sticky and an ooze path had formed right down to her
knee. Her pussy had been pulverised since the previous
morning by four different men and she was feeling full
down there as if it were a repository of sperm, of the
dry, semi dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all kinds. The
voluptuous mother of two sons felt deliciously juicy
all over and her body ached more out of pleasurable
impulses rather than any fatigue. Two explosive fucks
in half an hour between quarter to six and quarter
past six in the morning was a dream for any thirty six
year old woman, even if she were as fully stacked and
deeply horny as Manya.

She heard no audible sounds of movement in the house
other than Dan in his bathroom and he would leave any
minute now for his flight. She realised she had not
washed herself right from yesterday and her pussy,
asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after
load of semen deposit. She began to like this
stickiness because it made her feel very sexy and did
not allow her to take her mind off sex. Of late she
hated to think of anything but sex. However she
decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was
concerned and felt that she must clean up for the new
day. Lying naked on her dining table with a somewhat
satisfied glow all over her body, she kept smiling to
herself with her hand around her pussy mound, not
caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she
loved to have it the most. Her famous blue saree was
lying on a chair next to the table and her eyes fell
on it. That brought her out of her reverie and
suddenly the total lewdness of her present state
struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right hand
on her pussy mound, she picked up her saree and threw
as much of it around her as possible without any
wearing pattern, almost like she was throwing a
bedsheet around herself. But this being a lot more
transparent than a bedsheet, her full and glowing body
still stood magnificently revealed. Her well moulded
and well caressed breasts jiggled with every sexy step
she took towards her bedroom. Her walk was sheer
erotic poetry in motion and befitted the brush of a
master artist. Her body was more or less covered but
the careless way in which she draped the saree left
her entire creamy back open right down to her ass. She
certainly didn't expect visitors or viewers at that
time. Two of the visitors had already fucked her half
way to heaven. But she was wrong about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth jerk off in the toilet
and came out of the bathroom and prepared to go to his
room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't bother to
disturb his snoring father. He looked at him and felt
almost sorry for him. He felt sorry for his mother
too, but there was a conceptual shift in his sentiment
in each case. He tiptoed out of the room rather
casually but stooped dead in his tracks just one step
out of the door. What he saw in the living room
shocked the senses out of him. His lovely Mom, whom he
had seen getting nailed by the milkman early that
morning was bidding farewell to her cousin and his
uncle. It was the method of farewell that was unique
for his adolescent eyes. They were both at the main
door and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan
dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping
her face fully and lavishing her cheeks and eyes with
long wet kisses. Manya kept purring and returning his
kisses with her very own juicy ones. Hiding behind the
curtain, Deen peeped at the licentious couple with a
pounding heart. His mother's exposed back faced him
and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most
ludicrous fashion, concealing her in parts and
revealing her in other parts. From his angle, he could
make out that only her ass was covered. He watched as
his uncle's hands crept up his mother's naked back and
started caressing and stroking it in a near romantic
way. Her face was still on his face in a luxurious,
long tongue exploration, but the stroking of her
fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's dick to yet
another state of absolute hardness. Something similar
must have happened to his mom too because she suddenly
shivered and dropped to her knees, the action causing
her saree to fall right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom
kneeling naked in front of Dan at their main door,
fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mumble something
as his horny mother quickly brought out his cock and
gulped it with a greedy moan. For the next few minutes
Dan only kept stroking his bursting dick as he watched
his mother's head bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's
cock. Her movements gathered speed and his stroking
followed suit. Deen suddenly looked back in alarm at
his sleeping father when he heard a grunt from him.
Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still
snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the adulterous
sight in the living room, only to see his Mom's head
going up and down at wild speed and his uncle's hands
clutching her hair and head in a strong, passionate
grip. The whole sight was supremely erotic right up to
the moment of Dan's huge release. Deen saw the gradual
slowing of Manya's head over his uncle's tool
accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his
mother's lovely black haired head. The grip was
released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, naked cousin to her feet and
looked at her face which was well covered with his
cum. Her mouth, lips, nose and cheeks were coated
thickly with his seed and she looked fondly into his
eyes. Some spurts had also landed on her beautiful
long hair above her forehead.Their mouths met again
for yet another deep kiss. While kissing him, Manya
zipped up his trousers and secured his belt mumbling
out a good bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan
opened the main door to leave, but after unfastening
the door latch, he sharply turned around again and
grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin for one last
passionate kiss. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude
mother at the half open door. The sight made him rock
hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would
enter the house. The final kiss between the fully
dressed man and the fully naked housewife lasted one
full minute before the almost open main door. It was
broken only by the sound of a car emerging out of the
neighbour's house. Manya shut the door on her cousin
hurriedly and grabbed her saree in the same motion.
She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing
the house rather quiet, she sighed in relief and
purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the idea
of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her intention and was
scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the
bathroom and locked himself in. A few minutes later he
pretended to flush the toilet and walked out of the
bathroom as if he had just finished.

He looked into the room and experienced yet another
surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up position on
the bed, covered fully by the bedsheet. The bedsheet
covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her eyes were
closed and she was huddled up under the sheet very
close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping body as
was apparent from the outline she made. Deen saw her
blue saree lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a
start when he realized that his mom was naked under
the covers and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum
stained body around his sleeping father and had
already begun to snooze. The vision was to hot for him
and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful
mother's foxiness and sheer abandonment. She knew that
her son would emerge from the bathroom but didn't
care. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she
suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin a
delicious, wholesome blowjob early in the morning
followed by extra passionate farewell kisses in naked
abandon before a half open main door. If it wasn't for
the sound of the car, they might have grabbed another
fast fuck, felt Deen. By now he had come to expect the
unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could have been the afterglow of two resounding
fucks and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep
for a full hour, cuddling her naked, well used body up
to her heavy sleeping hubby. She awoke almost
alongwith Desh, heaving her hips away from him and
looking into his eyes. Desh also looked back and
greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she
was more accustomed to his snarls and curses. Heart
leaping with a surge of joy, she leaned her head
forward to kiss him on his lips. Desh wasn't much of a
kisser and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The
normally reluctant hubby allowed his wife to take
over, but only for a while. For a full two minutes,
Manya licked and sucked her hubby's lips and tongue,
tracing wet lines all over his cheeks too. Desh felt a
charge run through his body as he realised that his
beautiful wife tasted strange and different. He felt
her breasts under the sheet and encountered their
naked glory. He gave a couple of quick squeezes which
made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often,
trying to coax an erection out of him first thing in
the morning. He also knew that she liked to sleep
naked after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was
now naked from their night's love making. But the
moment his wife reached below to cup his balls through
his night clothes, he recoiled and jumped out of the
bed

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Suddenly her younger son Binu burst into the room
announcing the Holi festival with the joy that it
would be a holiday. "Mom good morning, Happy Holi", he
wished her cheerfully.

"Good morning and Happy Holi to you too dear", Manya
wished her son back, forgetting her exposed state and
still letting her concealed left hand caress her
pussy. The suddenness of her son's entry and his
involvement with the holiday diverted Manya's
attention to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As
he did every morning, he bent forward to kiss his
mother on the cheek and due to the holiday happiness,
his kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking
sound on her rosy cheeks. She had massaged all of her
cousin Dan's cum into her cheeks and with her son's
powerful kiss on them, she experienced a jolt deep
inside her which brought a fresh wave of juices into
her loins and onto her caressing fingers. Her left
hand continued to caress her wet pussy under the
covers as she returned Binu's kiss with only a
slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some friend's place for
celebrating and won't be back until late afternoon
Mom", Binu announced, half seeking her permission. His
hand sought her ass, like it normally did and that was
when Binu noticed his luscious mother's exposed body
this side of the covers. His boyish eyes nearly popped
out of their sockets and instead of kneading his
favourite ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's
exposed side fully and rushed out of the bedroom after
another peck on her forehead. Manya was about to say
yes to his half request when she was taken aback by
his act and sudden disappearance. Fully embarrassed,
she felt the blood course through her voluptuous body
at a suddenly enhanced pace. She didn't even realize
it but her hand continued to caresss her pussy, as it
did, right through the brief conversation with her
little son.

Manya went into the toilet naked the moment her
husband came out and proceeded to brush her teeth,
sitting on the toilet seat to pee at the same time.
The flow relieved her and as she bent to wash herself,
she reflected for a moment and refrained from doing
so, thinking that she'd wash her pussy and body
thoroughly after Desh left the house when she'd have
more time. Stepping out of the bathroom naked she
quickly donned her petticoat and took the same blue
transparent saree to wear since she'd have to discard
it soon before her bath. She chose a white sleeveless
low cut blouse and again wore it without a bra since
there was not much time for her bath anyway. Knowing
that her husband and kids were waiting for their
morning coffee, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen
and prepared some hot coffee in efficient time.

Deen was already ready and so was Binu, since he had
planned to leave even before breakfast. Desh normally
had his bath after his morning coffee and breakfast.
Holi celebrations began early every time since people
had to end the colour and water dunking feast atleast
by noon so as to give their coloured and drenched
bodies time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all
barriers were broken in respect of age, relationship
and sex. People mingled and revelled in applying
coloured powder and coloured water on each other to
celebrate unity and joy. The atmosphere was festive,
cheery and very physical too with both men and women
drenching each other with coloured water and also
hosing one another with water pipes. Objections and
inhibitions of any sort were simply not entertained
nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was
a day to break loose and enjoy themselves.

Her son Binu left for his friend's place after his
coffee and Deen, being less gregarious, preferred to
read in his room. Manya heard the door being banged
and realised it was the neighbourhood boys insisting
that the door be opened so that they could apply
colours on all of them. Desh found this extremely
irritating and he shouted at them to leave. Moreover
he had to bathe and leave for work. He rushed into the
bathroom, noting the time on the clock.

The boys continued to ring the bell and bang the door
while Desh was in the bath. Manya knew them all. They
were well behaved students and not one of them was
above 18 years of age. Though interaction was not
frequent, they were all quite charmed by her and she
was reasonably fond of them.

"Open up Mrs. M, today is Holi", they all yelled in
unison and excitement. "You can't escape us today ",
screamed Salman, the tallest and strongest of them as
he banged the door hard.

Manya was somewhat amused and also worried that they
may break open the door. Moreover since Desh had gone
in for his bath, he was safe from any colour
onslaught. She could probably get over with the
enthusiastic boys before he came out. Deen looked at
his mother as she rose to open the door. Her breasts
swayed in a sexy pendulous motion as she walked and
the sleeveless blouse revealed her full and well
rounded shoulders and strongly fleshed arms. Little
wisps of armpit hair flashed exotically whenever she
raised those arms. Her fully revealed midriff glowed
in all its fairness and her sexy navel opened up and
closed with every step of Manya. Her massive asscheeks
showed a saucy bounce in keeping with her sprightly
step as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like hell breaking loose. The four young
students dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as
Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the strongest went
right behind her and hugged her fully from behind in
an attempt to hold and tie her hands so that she was
immobilised. His cock rubbed against her full
asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her hands
firmly against her belly. One of them applied colour
on Manya's rosy cheeks and kept caressing it
continuously. The second guy was more aggressive as he
used both his hands to gather colour and run them
right down Manya's fleshy body right from her neck,
over her heaving boobs, all over her creamy waist,
thighs and even feet. The one caressing Manya's face
shifted his pawing to her fair and full shoulders and
the color red covered them too in no time, including
her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned
in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the time, in
half joy. Deen continued to watch in shock as the four
intruders pawed and mauled his voluptuous mother all
over under the pretext of color. The one behind her,
Salman was having a field day, digging his cock and
lower body right into Manya's wide and fleshy backside
and also bending over her face to look down so that
she didn't free her arms. Not that Manya tried hard.
Deen could also see that his squealing mother was
enjoying this attack. Her entire resistance appeared
half hearted. The youth applying colour on Manya's
front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full
minute, giving himself direct gropes of her full boobs
over her braless blouse. Manya's nipples shot to
erection and the dual pressure of the boob mauling and
the dick impact on her rear sent wild waves of lust
all over the body which was so well fucked just a few
hours ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands free.
Nor did he withdraw his dick from ramming into her ass
everytime it wriggled during her movements. His face
was over Manya's neck and Deen could swear that he saw
Salman kiss his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once
but many times. With his Mom's breasts being squeezed
on and off and her midriff getting pawed strongly,
those few minutes seemed like a powerful dream for
Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting extra
strong with his squeezing and suddenly all the action
caused the top half of her sheer saree to fall off.
There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother,
getting felt and pressed in a state of semi nakedness
displaying her breasts and belly to four horny youths
who looked like they had been waiting for such a
moment to pounce on their wet dream aunt. When the
saree fell off to reveal her breasts almost fully
through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in
front took a daring step. He dipped his hands in wet
colour and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering
breasts, fully caressing their cups and squeezing them
in short bursts so that it didn't look deliberate and
prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her
naked and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her mind
blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman
ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breath
and wet kisses around her neck and earlobes. She let
the other guy have his moments with her breasts and
belly, letting them squeeze and maul the creamy
curves. In that state of delirium she didn't even
notice the look of aroused shock on her son's face.
She had almost turned limp when the last youth who was
standing with a pail of water poured it right over
Manya's head, drenching her from head to toe. It was a
sight so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five
of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks
to gape and admire the absolute sexuality of this
beautiful woman. Fully wet, she looked like a lust
goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and
dripping in a manner which revealed the curves and
fleshy spots of her body in full glory. If it wasn't
for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen
thought that it could have been labelled as the
molestation of the century, especially since this was
conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened
the door deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the
ideal opportunity. It all took two minutes but the
effect on Deen was a lifelong source of jerk off
material. He was itching to run into the bathroom for
it but decided to wait until his sexy mother atleast
adjusted her saree. She did so, but only after waving
them all good bye in her wet and exposed glory. Again
Deen could swear that Salman had managed a quick kiss
on her lips before he left

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The four youthful marauders left her door and Manya
shut it with a mixed feeling. She was relieved that
they left before her husband came out of the bath. Yet
she felt a tingling in her loins and an ache in her
breasts from all the pawing and mauling that she
received with almost her full consent. The
simultaneous pressure of four pairs of hands and one
dick on her extra wholesome body under the pretext of
festivity did its own things to her bodily responses
and right now she had lost all the traces of satiety
which the two mind blowing orgasms with the milkman
and her cousin had given her. Instead her crotch and
pussy experienced a rejuvenated itch from all the
youthful caressing she received. The itch was now
spreading all over her inner thighs - such was the
impact of raw energy on her mature voluptuous body.
After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto
the floor, her saree still off her shoulders, her body
still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam,
the neighbourhood painter and photographer. Sam was a
sensitive and soft spoken kid next door who always had
that adulatory look in his eyes but not that raw
passion. So he had just drenched her all over without
really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his
perspective was also a bit distant and appreciative
rather than physical, which was what most people who
came into contact with Manya became.

Deen saw his mother slumping onto the floor and was
concerned.

"Mom, are you OK?", he called out and rushed to her
side. He held her bare shoulders and wondered whether
she was going to swoon. Luckily Manya was experiencing
just a passing bout of exhaustion and she looked into
her son's eyes and smiled at him, loving the fact that
he was concerned.

"Let's go to the bedroom Mom", he said as he tried to
help her to her feet. Manya allowed him to help her.
Her saree was still down and as she rose, her full
cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless
blouse brushed past his face. Deen was still on his
knees as he helped his mother to stand up and when she
finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded
in the centre of a fully open, huge midriff stared
right into his face, barely a couple of inches from
his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose
poke her navel, making Manya shudder again for a
second. Deen rose and placed his arms right around his
Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the
bedroom. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her
on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to
release her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly
exposed body. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist
flesh and its amazing elasticity and with a hardening
cock, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped
down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's face for a
second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the
bathroom door opening and rushed out of the room,
clutching his erection, leaving his father to confront
his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her
horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed,
with her saree top thrown aside, her expansive midriff
and belly spread out to any body's gaze.

Deen came out of the bath, fully dressed and was
stunned to see his half naked wife, wantonly spread
out, wet and tired on the bed. He took one look at her
lush frame and cursed. "Why the hell did you have to
open the door"? "Have you gone mad"? "Or are you
dumb"? "I'll teach those guys a lesson for breaking
into my house", he ranted.

Manya, whose hands were almost about to move towards
her pussy, got back to her senses on hearing her
husband's screams. "It's all right. They are just boys
and it's Holi. We have to be a part of the
neighbourhood at least on festive occasions. Leave
it", she reasoned.

Desh was pacified when he heard his wife's calm voice
and he bent down, gave her a quick kiss on her
throbbing lips and left for the door, uttering a loud
good bye. He would not be back until late evening.

The main door clicked shut and almost as if a signal
had been given, Manya's hand went slowly to her
crotch. It was spontaneous, built on years of
experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly
recollected the morning's adventure, dwelling a few
moments longer on Salman's vigorous thrusts on her
saree covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her
pussy through her thin saree and petticoat as she
remembered his fleeting kisses on her neck, cheeks,
earlobes and finally her lips. The finesse with which
her sexy body was manhandled by four studs, without
the slightest room for complaint left her astounded
and deep within she praised them and thanked them.
Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing
and appreciating her body of all the women in the
area.

Deen entered the bedroom after his father's departure
more to check on his Mom's condition. He needed no
further proof of her well being the moment he saw her
lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her pussy
through her saree. He heaved a sigh of relief and
slowly brought her out of her dream.

"Mom would you like to have a bath"? he asked her,
more in a whisper, close to her ear.

The pussy caressing mother slowly opened her eyes and
told her son that it may be better to wait until noon
till the entire neighbourhood is through with
celebrating Holi so that she need not take repeated
baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from
the mound she was caressing with much care. Deen left
her on the bed and noted the time. It was just half
past nine and the festival was still young. However he
headed towards his room for a bit of reading, thinking
that his Mom needed a rest.

Manya rested but only for a few minutes. She realized
that there was some washing of clothes to be done and
slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still
off her shoulders. It remained off her shoulders when
Manya picked up all the clothes from the bathroom and
shoved them into the washing machine. It remained off
her shoulders when Manya threw her white blouse of
yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained
off her shoulders when Manya contemplated whether the
saree she was wearing needed to go into the machine.
Since there were a few hours still left for her bath,
she decided not to remove her saree and clicked the
washing machine on. The sudden activation of the
machine when her hands were still on it, sent a
throbbing right through her lusty body. She sat down
next to the machine, her left hand on the machine and
the right hand inside her pussy, probing through her
saree. For a full ten minutes she caressed herself to
the electrical rhythm, thrusting her fingers right
through the garment into her soaked pussy and orgasmed
with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill moan and ran into the room,
wondering what happened. His entry was soundless and
therefore he was witness to his mother's half naked
form next to the machine, heaving and panting with the
last bursts of orgasm shuddering through her full
body. "What a horny woman", thought the amazed son of
Manya

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Chapter 15

Manya had just begun to relax from the surrogate
release she had just experienced. She heard another
ring of the door bell. Deen answered the door and came
to tell Manya that all the inmates of their lane had
organized a get together on the terrace of their
neighbouring building. A total of fifty invitees were
expected, from the families of all friends. A few
games were also planned to make the show lively. Manya
agreed to come along with Deen in tow and before
leaving she contemplated whether to change out of her
present attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi,
with the possibility of further drenching, she decided
to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be
similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself
for just a second in the mirror and saw that her
clothes stuck to her body, wetly caressing her sexy
curves and made her look rather provocative. She
quickly shook the thought from her mind reasoning that
just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering.
Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless
shoulders, she left the house alongwith her elder son
towards the next door terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the terrace were
two other families and then there was Salman. Manya
met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya's gaze
too with a twinkle in his eyes. On the terrace,
everyone's eyes were on Manya. There was hardly anyone
wet out there since most of them had come prepared for
a morning of fun and games. About twenty women and
thirty five men of all ages graced the occasion. Manya
was the prize pick amongst the women and the fact that
she came without her husband did not help matters.
Every dick on the terrace was erect within minutes of
Manya's entry, including Salman's, Sam's and her own
son Deen's.

In the first game, everyone was made to sit in a
circle and one person would run around with a
handkerchief in hand. He would drop the handkerchief
behind any person's back and that one had to discover
it, pick it up and run around until he or she dropped
it behind someone else's behind. Sam ran around first
and after three rounds dropped it behind Manya's sexy
back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking
it up and began running in a circle. As she ran, her
big breasts under the braless, sleeveless blouse,
bounced and swayed with exaggerated energy. Her wet
saree hugged her huge buttocks and they jiggled sexily
with every step she took. If viewed in slow motion,
Manya's run would have been the raunchiest run of all
time for the sheer sexual energy it conveyed. She took
three circles and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old
man ran around and again dropped it behind sexy
Manya's ass. Manya didn't notice it but she saw Deen
gesturing to her to look behind her ass. She did so
and rose with the handkerchief in hand. She ran around
and dropped it this time behind Salman. Salman was
almost expecting it. He took two rounds and again
dropped it behind Manya's lush behind. Manya rose and
began her dick stiffening run with her voluptuous body
bouncing and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all.
It was soon very clear that Manya was the dropping
target because everyone wanted to see her sexy body in
motion. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She
was hoping someone would realise. Salman did and he
suggested they play a different game called
punishment. Manya sighed and looked at him in relief
and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her
and something twitched between Manya's wet loins
again.

In this game the youngest member had to pick a name
from lots drawn and that name would have to meet with
a punishment decided by the youngest member again.
Deen being the youngest picked up a name and much to
everyone' surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He
looked at his Mom and read out the selected
punishment. "Make snacks for all fifty people in half
an hour. Select one person to help you." Flummoxed,
Manya stood speechless for a moment, wondering whom to
pick for help. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but
she decided he was not quick enough to help her in
this kind of job. Noticing Salman's bright look in her
direction, she pointed her dainty finger in his
direction. With a roar, everyone directed the couple
to the kitchen in the basement, where the items for
sandwich preparation lay. Nobody else was allowed to
enter the basement and it would mean a foul with
further punishment.

Manya and Salman rushed into the elevator in a hurry
and Salman pressed the door shut, clicking the
basement button. Deen watched in interest as he saw
his mother's fleshy posterior disappear into the lift
alongwith Salman. Her creamy back with the saree right
down to her ass was the last he saw of his juicy mom
for the next half an hour. He also saw Salman place
his hand on his mother's ass just before closing the
elevator door, as if ushering her in.

The moment the elevator door shut, Manya felt Salman's
hands grab her breasts through the braless blouse.
Without a moment's warning he proceeded to maul them,
much in the same way she experienced in the morning.
Her saree was half off and he dipped his head down to
kiss her roughly on her wet lips.

"What are you doing Salman," she hissed.

"Mrs. M, don't stop me. I have been dying to pleasure
your lovely body the day I saw you. Today you will
love it, I assure you".

"We don't have time Salman. Snacks have to be made",
she protested. her protest was meek because his
squeezing of her half exposed breasts had already
started the juice factory in her loins. A steady drip
began and her protests thereafter were merely
symbolic. Even before the elevator reached the
basement, he had her saree right off her lush body and
he ushered her out of the lift, saree in hand towards
the kitchen in the basement. There was not a soul
there as per the game. On his cell phone, he rang up
the local restaurant owned by his own family and
ordered them to deliver fifty packets of sandwiches
within twenty minutes at the basement. Putting the
phone away, he looked at her full body, clad only in
petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze
with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny
housewife by the shoulders and threw her on the
basement floor in one quick motion, raising her
petticoat over her thighs. One hand mauled her breast
while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was
aroused beyond mention in double quick time. She
spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and
flipped herself around, presenting her round, full ass
to the young stud who had pawed her so strongly this
morning. He had also agreed to help her in the game
and that made her more grateful. She bent on all fours
and shook her ass at him as if to express her
gratitude.Things happened in seconds as Salman, who
already had his dick out, positioned himself behind
the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like
there was no tomorrow. He was quite right given the
situation. Manya took his thrusts with gasps and yelps
initially. As the powerful pistoning into her pussy
assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting
louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed
into the beautiful woman who was the wet dream of the
neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted
to bury their dicks into this lusty woman's pussy and
he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands
reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon
like boobs. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in
the morning but here, he was making up with a
vengeance. Boobs and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a
rousing ten minute busrt of passion which made Manya's
head spin and cunt go wild with secretion. Her fleshy
hips and full breasts got the 'real man treatment'
from the stud and Manya screamed in lust at every
thrust of his manhood. The alarm in his cellphone rang
to signal the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman
rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly
aroused wife's lewdly presented pussy. "Bitch, take
it, " he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all
over her ass and inside her heated love nest

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Chapter 16

Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless
blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the
heat of his lust. When their combined passions
receded, they heard the basement bell ring. Salman
motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up
his trousers and went to pick up the snacks which
would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on
the floor, thought she heard the voice of Salman's
father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some
decision being taken and also heard Salman mutter
loudly "Not now" "Maybe a blowjob if there's time"...
and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his pants.
Sounds of something being unpacked came from the other
side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without
delay, said "We have fifteen more minutes and my Dad
is finishing the snack arrangements. We'll not be
late."

He entered her spreadeagled pussy again missionary
style, forcing her legs up in the air. Manya was like
a rag doll in this stud's hands but she loved his
fucking. It was heavenly and hard. "What were you
telling your father"? asked Manya inbetween Salman's
humping motions.

"Nothing great. He asked whether there was time for
him to fuck you. I told him there was no time. But
maybe you can think of a blowjob can't you? he replied
rather casually. Manya nodded almost immediately and
quickly bit her tongue.

"My goodness Manya, what are you truning into", she
thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to
enjoy the second fuck Salman was throwing into her
hungry, aroused cunt. He fucked and fucked into her,
mashing her body all over and sending her into a
supercharged state of lust. Manya gave herself up to
his manly assault and continued to milk his dick with
her cunt until they both came together in a shattering
orgasm. Her second orgasm in less than thirty minutes
with a first time lover seemed so familiar,
pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she
was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no longer
strange to the adulterous woman and mother.

With just five minutes left, Salman loaded the snack
cart into the elevator and signalled to her to wrap up
and move. Sh draped her saree again over her well
fucked body and moved towards the lift. On the way she
almost instantaneously reached out towards Salman's
Dad crotch, gave it a fond squeeze and said "Your son
has got some force Dad. Is this where it all came
from?".

The old man could take it no more. Less than two
minutes were left for the couple to reappear on the
terrace. He grabbed Manya's face and gave one long,
wet kiss right on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went
limp, her hand continuously caressing his organ
through the pants. It was Salman's shout that forced
the new couple apart. Manya staggered into the
elevator, feeling hot and nasty. The elevator began
its upward movement with the snack cart and Salman,
realising that they had atleast half a minute dove
right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped
his lips straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya
gasped in astonishment for the next thirty seconds as
her young stud slurped her well fucked pussy like a
true lover. Her juices flowed in gratification and she
felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the
moment the elevator door opened and he licentious
couple staggered out to the cheers of fifty people.

Their flushed faces told a tale but only to the
discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son
Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly
fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful face
now. It was just the number of orgasms that he
couldn't guess from her horny face. The ease with
which Manya carried herself throughout the snack
session despite all that her body had been through in
the past few hours left Deen wondering and he
developed some awe for his beautiful mother's ability.

The snack session had almost reached its end when one
of the members cried out "foul foul". Everyone looked
in his direction. He was holding a restaurant tag in
his hand which he discovered stuck to the base of his
sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under
instructions to remove all traces of evidence that the
food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to
have overlooked just one packet. The error margin was
small but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering
decided a light hearted punishment for Manya, since
even getting caught was part of the game. Deen was
asked to decide on the nature of the penalty and he
told his Mom to take a skipping rope and carry out
thirty skips without a break.

Protesting with a laugh, Manya took the rope and began
skipping. Her saree was still quite damp and it stuck
to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her full,
unhindered breasts danced and jumped in tandem with
her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lusty, mind blowingly
erotic sight, watching the wet, mature woman skip in
front of an audience of fifty. Deen realised his folly
in fixing that penalty for his luscious mother. But it
was too late. Moreover the sight excited him no end.
He lost count of her skips and kept gaping, just as
everyone on the terrace did. Manya reached ten without
any problem. Slowly, the top half of her saree or
pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by
the time the sexy mother reached count fifteen, it
fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crowd in pin
drop silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous
charms of the fully exposed woman in their presence.
Her low worn saree was right at her hip bone, and the
full, huge midriff with the juicy wet navel was
ripplingly revealed. Her wholesome midriff flesh
jiggled alongwith her melon like breasts with the
nipples very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by
her ample meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look
like a woman screaming to get banged. And she was
skipping, trying to look normal because any stopping
would mean that she would have to start skipping all
over again. Deen was aghast with arousal and he
suddenly shouted " thirty", not knowing whether she
actually skipped thirty times or not. Nobody objected
and the game was over, leaving every male organ on the
terrace aching and throbbing. The voluptuous mother
heaved a sigh of relief and readjusted her pallu and
waited as people came back to normalcy from that
intensely erotic sight they had witnessed. Deen's
heart was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled
and aroused too. His sexy mother was on show and it
was all carried on as a game. There could have been no
better sight for a voyeur and he stored these images
away in his mind for later use.

To break the ice after that lusty display by Manya,
someone suggested that they all go to the large water
tank on the yard below for some final dunking. Water
dunking was usually the last item in a Holi
celebration. On the way down many women sympathised
with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected
to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and
games. Some were awestruck too by the sheer sexuality
she had projected. Salman's mother came across to her
and said "Manya my dear, if I had an ass like yours, I
would keep Salman's father at home whole day". Manya
looked up at her with just a mild sense of guilt and
smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a gentle squeeze
to Manya's enormous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the older
people. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing
for their brittle bones. Many of the women were also
dunked, with utmost care and sobriety. A few teenage
girls were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to
scream, following which they were dunked again. Deen
however didn't think of those girls. He waited with a
thumping heart because he knew his voluptuous mother's
turn was almost due. It was Salman's father who took
the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into
the tank when nobody else was in it. Fifty pairs of
eyes took in Manya's wet, drippingly voluptuous form
as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her
saree stuck to her full curves and the rear portion
dug into her ass crevice giving a clear picture,
removing any sense of mystery about Deen's mother's
ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pool
and her full body rippled and glowed, especially her
fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of water in her
deep navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their
tongues out. Pin drop silence hung in the air again.
Deen could however hear a resident mutter to himself,
clutching his crotch, "Desh is a lucky bastard." The
man standing next to him also heard him and he added a
rejoinder, "Yup! Imagine going to bed daily with that
hot piece of ass. She's built for fucking man."
"I wonder if he's giving her all the cock she needs",
snarled another man.
"Yup, I agree, this hot Momma wouldn't be displaying
herself this way if hubby dear was doing his job".
"Just look at her. She won't mind it if she gets
dryhumped right here", said another horny middleaged
man, not noticing Deen's presence

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Chapter 17

Deen digested this vulgarity with a mixed sense of
anger and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw
little wrong in the ultimate physical expression of a
mental urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would
take it if all the men in the neighbourhood made a
beeline for her when her husband was away. Even as he
was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again.
The moment she rose from the tank, Salman himself
carried her by her full waist and dunked her all over
again. She squealed this time, liking the familiarity
of his strong hands and even managed to drag him too
into the tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around
in the pool, staggering to regain ground. In the
process their bodies met, his crotch against her
ample, wet ass. It was only for a few seconds, but it
caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too.
Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the total
fondness the couple in the tank were displaying. The
woman being his mother added a fiery spark to his
thinking. For the next five minutes he watched and
heard his squealing mother as man after man carried
her and dunked her with regularity, some of them doing
it more than once. He saw Salman's father discretely
pawing his Mom's wet assglobes even as he was throing
her lusciously wet body into the tank. Deen saw that
gradually the men were freely groping and grabbing his
sexy mother with every passing minute. The fact that
she was only squealing in delight added to his weird
thrill. He loved to see her pleasured just as much as
she loved being pleasured. The festival gave full
opportunity to the sex starved wife to lower her
defences and she was taking full advantage of it, to
the extreme arousal of her son. The robust gripping
and pawing of his mother's full hips, exposed waist
and half exposed breasts gave the proceedings a bang
like resemblance but not for the voyeur son. When the
men started taking a few extra liberties on her still
unaware self, Manya felt that familiar tingle in her
loins. This was not the place to give in to her urges.
She struggled out of the last man's groping hands and
went towards Sam, whose apartment was the nearest in
the building. The festivities were as good as complete
and people were clearing up.

"I need to pee Sam, and dry up a bit, she asked him.

Sam's eyes took in her wholsome, well stacked form and
licking his lips, he led her into his house. Deen's
eyes followed his mother's wet ass, which could have
as well been naked. But it was lustier than naked and
hornier than nude in that tightly clinging wet saree.
He felt that he may like to give it a thorough
spanking till she yelped

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Chapter 18

Sam as he was affectionately called by friends was
actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist.
He looked at Manya with his deep eyes taking in every
ounce of her wet and lightly trembling body. The
tremble was caused on account of the light breeze
caressing her wet skin. He led Deen's mother inside
his apartment and guided her to the bathroom. His
parents were still involved in the winding up of the
morning's activities and could take another half an
hour. Recognizing Manya's urgency to take a pee and
her equally urgent need to rid herself atleast of the
drip in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told
her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for
her hair. Manya tread softly on the carpet, hoping the
colour water drip from her juicy body would not damage
the carpet. Her whole body was coated in red,
including her face. If she were to make a first
appearance in this manner, none would recognize her by
face. But now everyone in the area would recognise her
by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her
flaring ass with the big butt cups. Almost all the men
would recognize her blindfolded by feel too, going by
the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she
had become the neighbourhood wet dream and yet she
maintained her own aura and control over things,
managing to make everyone feel exclusive and special.
In short nobody would fuck and tell on Manya. Nobody
wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The whole house was silent as Manya entered the
bathroom and left the door open for Sam to bring the
dryer later. She could have shut it and opened it when
he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her
saree around her waist, she sat with her naked
asscheeks on the toilet. As she was peeing, she also
twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping
water from it and placed it around her knees in front,
bunched up, but covering her thighs over the toilet
seat. Then she removed the saree pallu from her
shoulders and squeezed it too, draining all the water
from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a
throbbing in her loins. This time the throbbing
relaxed only the pee pressure but retained the other
pressure - the pressure of her accumulated horniness.
The entire morning she was fondled, squeezed and
dunked into water and also experienced the
exhibitionistic thrill of being on display during the
little games. The whole series of events where she was
treated as a pure lust object, but under the overall
garb of dignity gave her a licentious thrill. The two
robust fucks given by Salman did gratify her senses
but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling.
Moreover she got horny all over again during the skips
where she felt fifty pairs of eyes simply boring into
her luscious form. She did consider stopping when her
pallu had dropped, but in a wicked burst of horniness,
she had continued. The dozens of hands that had felt
her wet body up at the water tank only served to
stimulate her desires higher and higher and she was
fighting a valiant battle not to let her arousal show.
Doing all this in front of her son Deen did bother her
for a minute but she was sure that he would understand
it was all part of the celebrations. Her peeing
moments were also moments of sexual introspection and
as the last few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy
pussy, she felt decidedly horny and awakened.

In a bid to rise and flush the toilet, she attempted
to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless
shoulders, when Sam's sudden entry with the dryer made
her drop the saree in her hand out of surprise. She
lay seated on the toilet seat, saree spread around her
thighs, toilet seat and reaching the floor. Her chest
was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her
beautiful breasts through the damp, thin blouse. They
were swaying all over the place in near total exposure
all morning and even her hardened nipples were
titillatingly exposed to the world. But now in the
silence of his bathroom, with two blouse buttons off,
their generous cleavage made a mouth watering sight,
as did Manya's awkward pose on the toilet seat in an
even more awkward condition of having pissed and not
flushed the toilet. She couldn't rise now, since Sam
had already entered the bath and it would look
embarrassing. She waited for Sam to understand her
predicament and perhaps leave. She also noted the
curious look in his eyes and followed their gaze to
look at her own chest and boobs. She gasped when she
saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking
right out of her blouse. The whole area from below her
breasts down to six inches beneath her navel was fully
open, with the smooth, fleshy curves forming a gentle
fold around her waist. The fold was very arousing and
Sam's artistic mind visualized a picture of how
beautifully that waist could be photographed in
various flimsy costumes.

"I'm sorry Mrs. M, I should have knocked", he
stuttered. "I came to help you dry your hair", he
said.

"You came to hand me the dryer or to help me dry my
hair", smiled Manya at his confusion, forgetting that
she had not adjusted her saree pallu.

"Well whatever you say Mrs. M, "said Sam, surprised at
his own boldness and struggling to control his
erection. Manya looked so delectable and sexy on the
toilet seat and the delicacy of the situation added to
the lustiness.

Manya looked cursorily at his crotch and smacked her
lips. She also liked boys who fumbled sometimes. They
looked cute. Here Sam was not only cute but the look
of pure adulation in his eyes was touching. She
understood the effect she was having on him with her
lewd posture. "You can dry my hair if you feel like it
Sam," she said much to his amazement.

Sam took up her offer and went behind Manya, dryer in
hand. He activated it and turned the blower towards
her jet black hair. Manya made no change either to her
sitting posture or her state of dress. She was still
sareeless at the top, displaying her full breasts and
stiff nipples very generously to Sam, as a reward for
his effort. Sam's dick came into near contact with
Manya's head when he bent and ran the blower, holding
her thick hair in his hands in artistic appreciation.
The artist in him really rose to the occasion. He
could have carried on doing it forever and nearly got
lost in his job. His dick hitting the side of Manya's
face jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already
aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely
difficult to sit idle with all the throbbing in her
pussy, which was halfway into the loo. Her hand was
placed at the lowest possible level on her abdomen and
Manya was pained that she couldn't reach upto her now
dripping cunt. The pressure of Sam's dick occasionally
on her face was not helping matters at all since the
horny housewife was once again getting driven to
desperation. Her breathing turned heavy. Sam's hands
were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he
looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her
rising bosom and broad hips drove him to madness. The
dirty posture, the unflushed toilet, the unwashed
pussy and the horny mother of his friend, all made up
a mindblowing source of dick tension for Sam. He
switched off the dryer and caressed Manya's head.
Manya was indeed waiting for some such initiative. She
always did wait for the man to make the first move.
She hated saying no to someone with initiative.

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The moment Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his hands
over to her full breasts and mauled them over his
hands. She unhesitatingly reached below her body and
yanked out her saree all the way up to her waist. Two
hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot
and bothered and the moment had come to extinguish
some of it. As Sam's hands kneaded her breasts in
steady rhythm she moaned out long and ardently. Sam
understood the absolute need of this well mauled
mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was able to
take all that robust treatment and brazen exposure in
the morning. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his
fly and rubbed his dick all over her moaning face. She
sobbed in arousal and on seeing the rock hard cock
dangling before her eyes, she greedily gulped it down
and proceeded to suck and lick it, doing more sucking
than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her pussy
began to cream and drip half way into the loo
alongwith her lush ass. She dragged herself up and
stood lewdly with her legs apart on either side of the
commode. Sam understood her intent and quickly reached
behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet seat
cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat
there and raised her legs. Sam spread them apart and
gaped at the glistening cunt before him, the pussy
juices having superimposed themselves on her urine
smell. The mixture was rather heady and he dipped his
head down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer
lips in the process. Manya thrust her hips upwards in
seething lust and gripped his head, dragging it into
her boiling cunt. It was a vulgar sight of the horny
housewife with her back on the toilet seat and her
legs and hips wrapped around her teenage lover's head,
high in the air. She felt a gnawing in her loins and
she lowered her snatch from his face and spread her
thighs wantonly on the seat in a half reclining pose.
Sam needed no further invitation and he simply shoved
his bursting cock into the horny mother's inviting
cunt. The two of them started rapidly fucking each
other. Sam wanted to please the voluptuous mother as
much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with
deliberate thrusts, making sure that maximum
penetration was achieved. He went on for a full five
minutes before his teenage enthusiasm could not hold
it any more. Manya could feel him cumming.

"Take it out, cum on my face", she hissed. "On me, On
me, " she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the last second
and sprayed Manya's face with his young seed.The first
spurt hit her like a slap, the second like a stroke,
the third like a caress and the fourth like a drop of
rainfall. All spurts ended up messing up her face and
she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful
features. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The whole horny encounter took just half an hour and
they both realized the need to move out before his
parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya
to tidy up. Manya looked at her face and saw that
rubbing Sam's cum into her face had removed much of
the red color and her face was clearer and more
recognizable than before. She decided there was no
time to wash her face. There was no time to wash her
pussy either and she simply downed her saree and
walked daintily out towards the main door. As she was
leaving the door, she saw Sam's parents coming towards
their apartment. She paused to thank them for using
their toilet. Deen was with them too. Deen could only
speculate about the possibilities of his mother's
adultery in the last half an hour but couldn't exactly
put his finger on it. He was however happy that she
could atleast wash her face a bit. She looked fresher
and radiant after the color was off. Of course she
glowed and glowed.

With his luscious, lusty mother still clad in that
licentious blue saree clinging damply to her huge
buttocks, her butt crack clearly highlighted and her
entire back bare, right from the bottom of her thin
blouse to the upper butt flare, Deen led her back to
their home next door. He did not notice Salman give
one fond, fleeting squeeze to his Mom's well used ass.
He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped
over a stone on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi festival was
over, they were in for a surprise. The moment they
entered their gate, they were blasted with a strong
spray of water, which didn't stop for about one full
minute. They couldn't make out the sprayer but Deen
could vaguely make out the tall and athletic form of
his best buddy Prem, whom he had invited over. Since
Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could
liven up the day. Prem missed the activities next door
but managed to come late to wish them. And what a
sight he saw. It was a purely harmless intention when
he hosed them both and it was quite the done thing on
Holi. But on seeing the state of his friend's mother
after the drenching, his dick shot up in no time and
he stood speechless, staring at the overwhelming burst
of curves on the sexy woman before him. Deen noticed
both his friend's astonishment and his arousal. He was
aroused himself, as was the entire neighbourhood over
the ample body of his horny mother, revealingly
drenched, with no apparent effort at modesty on her
part.

Manya didn't know how to respond to the fresh
drenching received, this time from her son's best
buddy. Prem was tall and athletic and many a time
Manya wished that one of her sons would be like Prem,
strong and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled,
he would one day make some woman very happy. Maybe
women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning
herself to her soaking, she welcomed Prem in and
decided to prepare lunch for all. Prem and Deen
followed the lushly endowed woman into the house,
discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge
back, almost all of which was exposed by the
swoopingly low saree and the few inches of blouse
cover at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy,
well used ass inside and Manya thought that before
trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the food
preparation. But before she could put her thought into
action, she heard the noise of boys screaming. Looking
out she saw that it was Binu returning home, not alone
but with four of his friends, all aged 12. They were
wild and joyous like all boys of that age and seemed
hell bent on dragging others into their gaiety. She
looked on in amused happiness as they first pounced on
Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying
him with a little water sprinkler on his face. Prem
allowed them indulgently and accepted all their
antics. Their next target was Deen and they simply
pounced on him because he was their best friend's own
brother and not a stranger like Prem. One of them
smothered his face, while another climbed onto his
back and held him for others to spray water with their
spouts. Deen was helpless for a full two minutes, but
didn't want to shout at the kids. The moment they were
through with Deen, they turned their attention to
their best friend's mother. A greater surge of
familiarity and affection surged forth in all of them.
The four of them first ran into her full body,
smothering her and hugging her wherever they could
encircle their hands. Their heads nuzzled her bosom
repeatedly, while their hands kept circling and
hugging her naked waist and back. Two of them withdrew
to caress her face with colour. Manya bent a little
lower to enable them to reach her face. Two boys
concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted features,
running their colour coated hands in designs around
her cheeks, nose and neck. Within a few seconds Manya
felt her saree top fall off while she was bent. She
held the saree pallu one hand without covering herself
up because the insistent boys did not give her the
time to do it. She wanted to be through with this
quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and bent in her thin, braless
and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously
delicious sight for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at
Prem to note whether he had observed. He saw Prem
ogling, with a strong gaze and also saw Prem's dick
stiffening in his tight jeans. Almost all of her
breasts popped out of the blouse and they hung like
juicy fruits for the plucking. Her smiling face
retained its smile when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom
from behind her slightly bent form. His hands sought
her exposed belly button and his crotch thrust warmly
into his favourite asscheeks. His color coated hands
fingered her navel from behind an he continued to
finger it till he was satisfied that it was filled
with red color. Manya gasped in titillation at this
stroking and the pressure of his warm body against her
ass. Binu moved his hands from his Mom's big navel and
ran them all over her creamy belly and exposed portion
of her hips. That was a lot of flesh and area to cover
if he had to color it fully. He ravished his mother's
body with his joyous, festive touch, but the touch for
Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting,
especially since she had to retain a smile while two
others were stroking her face and even coated her rosy
lips in red. That brought yet another gasp from the
aroused woman and she struggled to maintain normalcy
in body language. Prem and Deen were watching all this
with aching groins and with the blood simply pumping
their veins. Deen thought that he would burst a blood
vessel. He shifted behind a wooden cabinet in the room
and started stroking his dick from outside, hidden by
the piece of furniture. In an equally randy state was
the strong Prem who couldn't take any longer and he
too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both friends
looked at each knowing and understanding the other's
condition. Deen also felt he had an inkling of the
future.