Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 19

The two friends watched Manya's ripe body being felt
up in childlike glee and also felt that her laughter
was turning hoarser by the minute. It was clear that
all the attention on her body was turning her very
horny. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved
away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya
squealed and looked in mild anger towards her son, but
to her discomfort two other kids who couldn't reach
Manya's face now took over the vacancy created by
Binu. Now two pairs of hands were squeezing the sexy
mother's massive midriff from behind in full, absolute
frenzy, but the horny woman could do nothing because
they were kids and most certainly had no sexual
intentions. She allowed them to feel and color her and
relaxed her body. The moment she did that, she felt
three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and
his friend could spray water on Manya. At that moment,
as fate would have it, Manya tripped and fell
backwards. She fell with a thud on her big ass and lay
flat on the floor, saree flung away from her chest,
her nipples, breasts, the entire midriff almost upto
her bush fully revealed to the world. She writhed
around first and tried to rise but all five boys chose
that moment to take out their plastic water sprinklers
and spray water on her lush, exposed body.Deen and
Prem were aghast and Prem thought he heard a painful
groan from his friend. He looked down to see Deen had
dampened the front of his trousers a bit and seemed to
be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye
to save embarrassment for both. Instead he turned to
the sight before him.

The luscious body of the housewife was writhing
obscenely on the floor while five boys simultaneously
sprayed water all over her. She didn't even scream or
shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking
in the rain on her face, breasts, waist, belly and
thighs. The boys soaked her with gusto, one of them
catching her right on her pussy. Since the spray was
strong and focused, Manya let out a moan. Her cunt was
already dripping for the last few minutes and mingled
with the wetness of their sprinkling and the dampness
of her saree. Binu, her son was aiming his spray right
at her navel and he kept the spraying until the water
was over. The sight was outrightly vulgar and Deen
imagined and likened it to five heated dicks
ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well
fucked body. He was out of control now and so was
Manya. The five kids including Binu may not have
understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and
he was convinced that if there was one woman in the
world who needed to be fucked into oblivion, it was
sexy Manya. He made a silent vow to do it. Deen knew
Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and
prayed that this game would be over before she creamed
her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the boys ran out of water and left the place,
singing out their thanks and good byes. The youngest
of them even helped a panting, writhing Manya to her
feet, his hands around her shoulders, and his dick
pressing into her face. Even here Manya was not spared
and her moan was muffled by the thrusting of a child
dick into her face. Her mouth accidentally hit the
boy's crotch and to her utter shock, Manya felt an
erection against her beautiful face. Her eyes flared
and her body throbbed in half naked excitement and
confusion.

"Thanks and bye, Aunt Manya", said the boy as he left
the place, leaving a shell shocked, lewdly exposed
Manya with her son and his best friend. Deen felt she
looked like she would be bangd any minute by just
about anybody, man or beast in that state and attire.

The intense sexual repercussions of hours of exposure
and body groping turned the horny mother of two into a
mass of supercharged flesh, that would catch fire if
the heat in her dripping loins was not cooled. Her
boobs were trembling on their own accord and her heavy
hips heaved about gently as if the weight of lust was
too much. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly
drenched body and she could hear herself sobbing in
enormous unsatisfied lust. Deen was stunned and he
went over to hold his mother by her over aroused
shoulders. The intense heat which emanated from her
body almost made him recoil in shock. Her face wore a
mask of lust as she looked up in a sexual haze. Deen
decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the doctor. Please be with Mom
until I return", he said and bolted out of the house.
After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed
into her eyes. His strong powerful look and her lust
charged needy look met in a perfect exchange. She was
quivering when he held her by the waist. His manly
grip made her shudder and she went limp in Prem's
arms. Holding her by her hips, he made her kneel on
the floor, removing her saree in one single motion. No
words were said as he looked at her. She gave him back
a glassy look. No words were needed too. He brought
out his huge cock and placed it at the entrance of her
slushy cunt. His hands held her by her full and hot
breasts. The overall heat in her body amazed him even
in his own horny state. He withdrew his dick from
Manya's pussy after an initial probe. He heard her
whimper, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him.
The bitch needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to
give it.

For the next ten minutes, Prem ploughed, pistoned and
rammed his huge cock in and out of the horny Manya's
steamy twat. Her voluptuous body jerked and vibrated
under his tremendous onslaught. He was simply ravaging
her wet and willing hole. She began to wail and scream
and continued her high pitched response to his steady,
hot strokes into her dynamite cunt. Loud guttural
sounds came from the horny mother as her son's best
friend balled the hell out of her lusty, stacked body.
Every inch of her lush figure responded to this
explosive fucking. His hands mauled her already well
mauled boobs. But she felt the grip and heat to be so
wild, that she felt her nipples may burst out of her
soft and firm mounds. She thrust her lush, hot
posterior back at his cock begging him with moans and
beckoning him deeper with hoarse grunts. It was mating
of the highest intensity and Manya was getting balled
like never before in her own house, by her son's pal
and with the main door right open. They didn't notice
or care. The fucking continued in its illicit
intensity till the horny mother felt the first flood
of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing
rhythm, he timed his release to co terminate with the
voluptuous wife's own serial orgasms. He shot loads
and loads when he came. Manya felt her whole insides
being washed with his potent seed and her pussy
continued to throb and clutch fiercely at his
ejaculating cock for five more minutes. She had never
known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been
fucked this well by a cock of this size.

The stud slowly withdrew his dick from his friend's
mom's pussy and heard her sob in regret. He realised,
even though the horny Manya didn't, that the main door
was open. It was left open deliberately by Deen
himself. He had to sneak back. He knew that what his
wildly aroused mother needed was not a doctor but a
good strong fucker. Which was why he called Prem over
in the first place. He sighed and looked down. His
dick hung limp, much to his relief. He had jacked off
thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton act of
adultery. He saw his own mother getting the fucking of
her life. And she got fucked doggie style, like a true
bitch in heat.

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The adulterous wife stirred gently, her naked lower
body pressed against her young lover's, in a sideways
embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed
fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her
full body by people of all ages had carried her lust
to a summit when she was sprawled wet on the ground
before her sons, writhing more out of horniness than
any need to escape their drenching of her voluptuous
body. She opened her eyes and looked into Prem's eyes,
unaware that her son Deen was in the background,
unobserved but watching every movement of theirs.
Manya looked into Prem's deep eyes and a wave of
gratitude flooded her insides. He was her knight in
shining armour who gave her what she craved more than
anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto,
in a manner she had never known before. She felt his
dick still inside her drenched cunt and while stirring
noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at
this discovery of his youthfulness and kissed him
softly on his eyes, licking some of the beads of
sweat, her hands holding his head, while she felt him
doing the same to her face. Prem licked Manya all over
her face, his lips dabbing at her cheeks, neck and
eyes, while his hands hugged her juicy body even
harder to himself in a strong gesture of take over.
Manya was gladdened at this display of warmth and she
purred her acceptance by thrusting her lush pelvic
region even closer into him, feeling his cock begin a
hardening process while her juices began to spread
over it. Deen, who had watched his friend give his Mom
her hardest ever fuck, took their stirring to be a
sign of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out
of the house and return after a while so that his
absence continued to be justified and more because he
didn't want to be caught in the house in this
situation, which he knew would be awkward for all.
Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily
sneaked out, taking one last look at his mother's
luscious asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem,
while her face was being kissed deeply in what he
thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the place,
leaving the door as it was.

Feeling Prem's dick begin to stab into her pussy,
Manya arousal was back into reckoning. She twisted her
lower body, as if trying to readjust the positioning,
when her head fell sideways, making her notice the
almost fully open door. Alarmed but not showing any
suddenness in reaction, she relaxed her body against
his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing
the beautiful mature lady's concern, decided to close
the door. He rose to do so, for which he had to
withdraw his erect dick from her sloppy pussy. The
sudden emptiness made the horny Manya sigh and sob but
she waited with flaring eyes for him to close the
door. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse,
the only piece of garment which she had on. Prem
closed the door and turned to the naked, waiting
mother. He walked slowly across the room, his hard
dick swaying gently, hitting his abdomen with every
step. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked,
wanton woman on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a
sofa and continued to look at Manya, with a twinkle in
his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled
across the room towards him, her lush body taking five
turns to reach him, each turn highlighting her ample
asscheeks in the most obscene manner imaginable. She
reached the sofa and looked up for her eyes to meet
his throbbing dick. Reaching out, she held it by her
hand, using its hardness to rise and face him. Even
Prem was stunned at this act by his friend's mother.
Manya kept stroking his cock and brought her generous
asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem's
dick entered with a swishing sound, making the hot
housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his
head lovingly, while he held his hands up to squeeze
and mash her juicy breasts in a clockwise motion,
occasionally letting his fingers tweak her nipples.
Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling
into a heaving up and down motion on the hard cock,
feeling it poke and reach right upto her belly. His
stiffness facilitated great passage for the sexy
woman's thrusts and she did so in slow and continuous
motions, building up a delicious yet searing rhythm.
Her son's best friend had pleasured her so well and
she was doing her bit in return, in the process
helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well
orchestrated sex lasted five slow, loving minutes
where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that
their bodies seemed like parts of one entity and
looked complete only when entwined together. When Prem
spurted, the spurts were long and deep, each spurt
being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly
shortening burst. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a
chest deep tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing
her off balance, but allowing her to savour the
strength, grip and sheer joy of physical bonding with
her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his eyes and
felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely
fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen
was such a good friend of his. He looked like a boy
with strong interiors and discretion. When he kissed
her there was passion, and there was also care. The
satiated mother suddenly wondered whether she would
feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The thought
made her shiver but she realized that there was little
to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her
regularly but never on the lips. Deen hardly ever
kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near
when Binu would kiss her on the lips. He was
aggressive and he was physical. On her part she would
stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything
that would mar their adoloscent growth and send
discordant impulses about sexuality. They had to learn
about sex the natural way and they had to learn about
sexual propriety also the natural way, even if it was
a bit delayed and at the cost of her own discomfort.
All her life, she never said no to a hug and never
refused an advance from decent males. For her sons she
believed that the greatest discipline was self
discipline. But deep within she felt that she may have
to play a role in Deen's realization. He was too
silent, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya prayed
that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of
asking Prem but looking at his big hands on her sweaty
breasts and his dick half out of her ravished pussy,
she decided that the moment was later.

The time was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said
goodbye and left the house, leaving Manya naked on the
sofa, contented and smiling. She went naked to the
door and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the
day's mindblowing series of events. There could not
have been a better day for her lush, sex starved body.
She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin,
fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before
the entire neighbourhood and been felt and groped well
by atleast thirty horny males of all ages throughout a
wet morning. Following that, she had been given a
weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now
Prem completed her day with two of the most robust
fucks her needy body had ever been given. The
marvellous thing about it all was that none of her
ravishers made her feel slutty about the whole thing.
She still felt she was in command. "Was the day
complete"? she wondered with a grin. It was only two
in the afternoon

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Chapter 21

Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a little
later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse
and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped
them for wash finally and with a sigh, examined her
nude body in the mirror. Her luscious breasts hung
like ripe fruits on her broad, fair chest and as she
moved her hands over them she stroked them casually
and went further down her expansive waist and belly.
Her fingers stopped at her belly button. For a second
she dug into it gently as if to ascertain and discover
what was it that made her son Binu so enamoured by it.
The moment her finger stroked inside its depths, she
felt a moistening in her loins and a throb right down
from her lower abdomen. She could feel her pussy come
alive and the impulses almost carried upto her navel.
She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if
aching for further probing. Amazingly, her navel
looked like a pussy to her, displaying the same wanton
openness and craving. Now is this what her son loved
to explore, she thought with a sense of surprise, but
not with any alarm. She was never alarmed by someone
wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it was
Deen. Having no time to dress, she took a biggish
towel and wrapped it around her full, naked form and
went to open the door. Along the way, as was her
habit, her right hand, wound its way under the towel
to caress her pussy, which had plenty of Prem's cum on
it. It was nice to feel the ooze and she slipped
nearly half her finger inside her twat, to gather all
the wetness. Before any serious probing could begin
she reached the door and opened it with her left hand,
removing her right hand from her pussy at the same
time. She saw Deen with two bags.

"Mom, I brought lunch for all of us, since it was
getting late", announced Deen.

Manya gushed fondly at his thoughfulness and
instinctively reached out to caress his face with her
right hand.

"Thank you dear", she whispered as her hand brushed
his cheek, caressing it for a few moments.

Deen felt the sharpness of the odour from his mother's
hand and inhaled, confused over its source. "Your hand
smells funny Mom, what's it?", he asked, entering the
room and placing the bags on the dining table.

Getting a start, Manya fumbled for a minute before
replying "Oh, it was the soap I was trying to get open
for washing clothes when you rang the bell".

"You must be hungry Mom, let's have food. Binu will
come later", said Deen, spreading out the plates and
beginning to serve out the hot Chinese food into two
plates.

Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly
ate for the next ten minutes, not at all surprised at
how hungry they were.There was no mention about the
doctor Deen had left the house to call. On finishing,
Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and
rose to wash her hands. Deen watched her movements
with interest, particularly observing her huge
asscheeks jutting out at the base of her hips and
stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked
creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse
and the exposed area from her knees to her bare feet
served a horny reminder of the day's events and the
high octane action his mother's lush body had been
subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trousers
as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung
to a surprised attention when she said "I'm going to
bathe Deen and I'll call you when I need to get my
back scrubbed. I need help to get the color fully
off".

"Sure Mom," he mumbled, not sure whether his mother
noticed the lump in his throat.

Manya turned on the shower and for the first time
since the previous day, began to enjoy a full fledged
bath. She felt the water cascade over her bountiful
breasts and flow teasingly all over her body, lots of
it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her passions
and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and
relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her well
ravished, glowing form and for a full ten minutes she
revelled in the twin pleasures offered by the strong
shower and her own rubbing. She couldn't say that she
missed having a bath with all the merciless dunking
she received that morning, but that dunking was
agitating for her creamy body. The bath now was
actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her face
with a naughty smile and suddenly remembered that her
back needed cleaning and she couldn't reach it to wash
the colour away.

"Deen could you please come and help me", she called
out through the half open door. She had left the door
open for Deen to come in later, but was herself naked
during her luxurious bath. Deen was ogling his
mother's nakedly glorious body through the vertical
slit at the corner of the door and the moment she
called out, he entered just in time to see her wrap
her towel around her waist and turn her back towards
him. Deen kept looking at Manya's wide wet back with
the soft flesh around her flaring waist. She had tied
the towel almost at the beginning of her asscrack. Her
back was red from all the colour, except in small
patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached
out with his soaped hands to touch her at the waist,
his hands getting drawn to the sexy folds on either
side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the
touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go
straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him
for scrubbing her back. Not wanting to rebuff him, she
let him hold her by her naked waist for a while,
before whispering "My back Deen. Remove all the red
from it".

Nodding with a flush, he moved his hands, initially
along her sides and moved to her back only when he
nearly reached her melon like full breasts. Manya had
her hands across her chest and submitted herself to
his hands as he went about rubbing her naked back all
over. He repeatedly soaped certain reddish areas where
the colour didn't come off easily. Manya didn't feel
anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own
feelings. It was only towards the end of his
successful scrubbing of his mom's lush back that his
hands got slower and slower and his breathing heavier.
The sexy mother felt her son's breath on her naked,
wet back and decided that she needed to do something
to cool him. She quickly turned on the shower and the
spray of cool water wet both mother and son as they
stood within a foot of each other, Deen holding his
Mom's back, unable to hold his erection. He was
drenched too within no time and heard his mother's
full laughter.

"How's the reward for your efficient work?" she
laughed, still with her back to him.

Deen forced a laugh onto himself and asked his Mom to
now dry up so that he could take his bath and remove
the colour from his body. Manya gallantly offered to
return the favour and do her son's back. With a sense
of glee, Deen stripped off his shirt and presented his
back to his Mom. With the shower still running, Manya
soaped her hands into a rich lather and started
rubbing her son's slender back, totally naked at the
top. Deen had his back to his semi nude mother as she
continued to treat his back to a half rub and half
caress. Her sizable breasts swayed with the effort and
on several occasions Deen could feel them getting
pressed lightly onto his back. He shuddered at the
impact and his dick felt that it would burst right out
of his pants. He couldn't see his mother's breasts but
could feel their ripeness pressing into him now and
then. Manya realised it too but only after her basic
endeavour of cleaning her son's back was completed.
She stood right behind him while the colour was
cleaned right off his back by the pouring water and
telling him to remain with his back to her, left the
room in her wet towel and closed the bathroom door
with a slightly thumping heart. She wondered whether
she had done the right thing by bathing her son
topless. She gave up wondering since it was too late
to wonder. Deen however, was soaping his dick, trying
to clean off the massive load of sperm he had shot off
within a minute of his Mom's departure from the bath.
The electric proximity of her juicy, naked body was
too much for his dick.Slowly Deen completed bathing
and after drying himself thoroughly, stepped out of
his Mom's bathroom and announced that he was going to
his room.

Manya had dried herself fully, except for her thick
black hair. She sat on the bed, still nude drying her
hair. Hearing Deen finish his bath, she slipped naked
under the bedsheet and watched as her son made his way
out of the bedroom. From the corner of his eye, Deen
could see the thin bedsheet barely covering the top of
his Mom's big breasts

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Chapter 22

After her son's departure from her bedroom, the horny
mother decided that her well used body needed a rest
and she stretched out as she was on the bed. She drew
the bedsheet fully around her and lay on her back,
inviting a bout of sleep. The bedsheet was not
transparent but it was thin and highlighted every
curve and mound of her wholesome body. Manya could not
make out the impact on the viewers, so she slept,
contented that she was fully covered and relaxed with
the knowledge that her husband was due only at half
past five and there was no knowing when Binu would
return. During her sleep, there were several images
that teased her and the one that lingered most was,
surprisingly the scene where she was skipping in front
of her entire neighbourhood, her saree top totally off
and her huge midriff and bouncy breasts jerking male
dicks to aroused attention. She felt wicked and her
hand automatically sought her fertile bush, moving
slowly to her pussy. She rested it there as sleep
overtook her tired body. In the other room, Deen too
had the same images of his wet and voluptuous mother
skipping half exposed before thirty hot and panting
males. But his dream was a bit extended. It ended up
in his wanton mother getting fucked by all of them.

Manya slept without realising the passage of time and
was woken up abruptly by the shrill ring of the
doorbell. Her breasts were half out of the bedsheet
and the sheet itself was around her upper thighs. She
quickly downed the bedsheet to cover her feet fully
and lay back again when she heard Deen answer the
door. Her hand still remained on her juicy pussy and
having been awakened, it began a slow caressing motion
almost on its own. She heard her husband Desh come in
and also heard father and son exchange some
conversation. Five minutes later Desh came into the
bedroom and shut the door. He looked down at the bed
and at his beautiful wife, without the slightest clue
of her energetic day until then. He thought she looked
particularly ravishing with her hair spread out, the
thick strands fully covering the pillow and her face
glowing out like a full moon. Her lips looked fuller
and her cheeks shone, making her look very desirable.
He couldn't make out that Manya was caressing her
pussy under the sheets. It was her face that
captivated the husband. It looked dreamy in her
drowsiness and it radiated health like never before.
Her lips were pink and full and the bedsheet exposed
her neck and upper breasts. She looked a dream as she
lay breathing heavily, looking into his eyes with a
half smile. She observed her advancing husband with a
tug in her loins which made her cup her pussy harder.
She was wet again. She saw her hubby unzip and fully
remove his pants with underwear. Her eyes lit up as he
saw his dick move a notch upwards into semi erection.
Both husband and wife were silent as his dick came
closer and closer to her almost angelic face. With her
hand caressing her soaked pussy, Manya opened her
mouth as Desh roughly thrust his semi erect cock into
his wife's mouth. She slurped and sucked while he
stood over her reclined form which was naked under the
sheet. He stood idle, playing with her hair as his
lovely wife proceeded to gobble his dick right upto
his balls, attemting to induct some life into its half
flacid state. She sucked and sucked. After nearly five
minutes of sucking, Manya felt her jaws begin to ache.
Her pussy was dripping now and one hand was crushing
it in desperation under the sheet. Desh was oblivious
of his wife's horniness and he continued to pump his
nearly erect tool in and out of his sex starved wife's
mouth. Manya moaned around his cock and looked
imploringly up to her selfish husband hoping he would
remove it and thrust it into her pussy. Instead she
was dismayed to feel a surge in his balls and even
before she could react, his dick shot out a few drops
of thin cum, one of which landed on Manya's cheek, the
rest of which leaked out to coat Desh's own member,
giving it, in Manya's disillusioned eyes, an ugly and
sorry appearance.

Desh withdrew fully and moved into the bathroom giving
a soft pat on his wife's face, not even pausing to
observe the squirming, voluptuous mass of flesh that
he was leaving behind. Manya was indeed squirming and
her body heat again rose to lusty levels. Her hand
continued to diddle and crush her sodden cunt while
the other wiped her husband's thin cum from her cheek.
Her movements under the bedsheet were slow but steady.
Her breath was rising and falling heavily with her
face reflecting a feeling of confused arousal.
Suddenly the door was flung open and her son Binu
burst into the room, calling out to her.

Binu stopped right at his Mom's bed and looked down, a
bit puzzled. Manya had frozen her hand, but it was
locked between her thighs. Binu couldn't make out her
state of arousal or understand it but Manya felt a
deep flush of embarrassment run through her. She could
hear her husband showering as Binu kept animatedly
describing his day with his friends. As he spoke,
Manya felt less embarrassed and having realised that
her nakedness was fully covered, eased up a bit and
nodded to each of her son's statements. Involuntarily,
her hand began to resume its motions on her aroused
pussy again in a slow deliberate motion. Binu reached
the end of his tale and announced that he was studying
after his bath since he had plenty of homework to
complete. Manya was still nodding indulgently as her
little son bent to give his kiss on her cheek. The
nude mother rose on her elbows in an effort to offer
her cheek. But her right elbow slipped on the pillow
as she was trying to show her cheek. The slipping
forced her to keep her face straight and Binu's kiss
landed smack on her rosy, full lips. Binu looked
stunned and too shocked to move. Manya, already in a
sexual haze from her pussy caressing, remained
motionless for a while too. She had to do something,
so slowly she opened her mouth and took in his lips
and tongue in an effort to give his some movement.
Then she withdrew her open mouth away from his, but
not before she kissed back a few times, the last one
being a wee bit lingering. She could feel Binu
stiffen, his boyish face clouded with a flurry of
feeling. She felt him slowly rise and in one sudden
move, he said "Bye Mom", and ran out of the room.
Manya crushed her caressing hand right into her
swollen pussy and let out a silent shriek with the
other hand also pressing against the first. Her
heaving, full hips rose from the bed lewdly and she
fell back with a thud. She had orgasmed.

The release was needed and Manya felt her body once
again in control by the time her husband came out of
the bath.

"We have party to attend tonight", he announced to his
reclining wife, not noticing her flushed face and the
disarrayed bedsheet on her voluptuous body. "It's an
office party. The office is celebrating a contract
we've bagged. Get dressed soon. The boys can come
too".

"Is it absolutely necessary? Who'll be coming there?",
queried Manya.

"Oh, all of them, including my boss Ram", said Desh.

Manya smiled within herself at the mention of Ram her
husband's thirty five year old, boyish looking boss
Ram. He was handsome, cheerful, well mannered and very
often, Manya found herself envying his wife whenever
she saw them together. She nodded at her husband and
rose from the bed to get ready. She covered herself
fully with the sheet when she passed Desh to go to the
toilet. Somehow she was reluctant to show her nude
body to her husband that moment.

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Chapter 23

Manya wore a black, semi-transparent saree and a light
red blouse. The blouse had very short sleeves and the
outline of her white bra was very clear on her back.
When she turned Manya revealed her long, tapering
waist from the bottom of the small blouse to deep down
at her hips. At the front, her entire fleshy midriff
could be seen since the saree was tied five inches
below her enticing navel. She put white flowers in her
long thick hair to complete the ensemble. Deen, her
son, felt that she looked like any man's dream in that
dress. Arresting, without being obvious and exposed
without being lewd was the way to describe his
luscious mother that night. Leaving Binu behind to do
his homework, the three of them drove to Ram's house.
When they reached the place, Deen held the car door
open for his mother, and as she got out, he sniffed
and inhaled the fragrance of her flowers without her
noticing. He also noted that his Dad had hardly
observed how ravishing his wife looked.

In the party, everyone greeted and congratulated one
another on the contract and there were about twelve
couples in all. Four or five men had come by
themselves. The host Ram himself was alone since his
wife had left the previous night for her hometown. He
looked at Manya welcomingly, his smile always fresh
and cheerful. Manya felt glad that she had come to
this party. She mingled and talked with all the wives
present and was quite clearly the woman of the
evening. None of the women came anywhere near Manya's
full bodied charm and sensuality. Deen noticed that
many men were stealing glances at his mother's belly
whenever the saree shifted aside to reveal it. He also
noted that some stole glances standing behind her just
when her pallu dropped off her shoulder to display her
deep, juicy cleavage in her low cut blouse.

The men got more and more drunk as the evening wore
on, with Manya's husband Desh leading the pack. He
simply gulped his drinks and outpaced everybody else.
His chatter became louder and louder, causing much
embarrassment occasionally to Manya whenever somebody
suggested that she should take him home. Ram was
playing the good host to the hilt, even in the absence
of his wife, checking on the men's drinks and even
passing wine and eats around to the ladies. His
behaviour was in direct contrast to her husband's and
Manya felt genuinely sorry for Ram, who was going
about it alone. She decided to help him out. She
offered to look after the ladies in the room, while he
could attend to the men. Ram looked at her thankfully,
while Manya looked back at him and blushed.

They formed a well synchronized pair out there,
catering with smooth efficiency to the guests. Deen
felt that his beautiful mother looked good alongside
Ram. He saw his father downing yet another drink and
staggering towards Ram for a refill. Ram filled his
glass, requesting him to be careful. Desh bawled out a
cheery reply and staggered back to where he was
seated, much to the amusement of the other guys and
much to Manya's severe embarrassment. However she
continued to cater to the women, giving ample scope
for the guys to view her massive ass, her exposed
waist and several fleeting glimpses of her full tits
whenever she had to bend. It was erotica in slow and
continuous motion. Once when she almost tripped, Ram
was there to hold her by the waist to steady her. His
grip made her go weak in the knees, just as the touch
of her waist flesh sent the first burst of arousal
into Ram. Many women noticed the comfortable body
language between them and whispered amongst
themselves, looking around to see where Desh was.

Desh had just about passed out in his chair and had
started a slight snore. Manya felt ashamed and
embarrassed and looked towards Deen and Ram
frantically. Always the gracious host, Ram offered to
put Desh in his guest bedroom until the guests
finished their dinner. Together, Ram, Manya and Deen
carried the drunken man into the bedroom. Placing him
on the bed, Ram asked Deen to fill a plate with food
so that they can try and feed Desh if possible. The
moment Deen left the room, Manya broke down into
tears, apologising with a sobbing voice for all that
had happened. Ram quickly put his arm around the
distressed, beautiful housewife and consoled her
saying it was be alright.

"Such things happen in a celebration", he reassured
her. His arm was still around her shoulder and he
could smell the lovely fragrance of the flowers in her
hair. Manya regained composure in his strong grip and
looked up to see Ram gazing into her eyes.

"You're a beautiful lady Manya. This guy is lucky".

"I always though your wife was the lucky one", gushed
out Manya holding Ram's arm which was on her shoulder.

Both were speechless for a moment, allowing their
looks to sink in. Ram drew the lovely wife to himself
and kissed her on the cheek. Manya felt a flood within
her. She felt loved and cared for. She felt Ram's
hands move from her shoulders to all over face and
gasped when his fingers grazed her lips. Her gasp
drove Ram into the next level of passion and his hand
found her full and quivering breast. He began a slow
kneading and allowed his other hand to reach down and
cup her generous ass. Both hands felt not only the
beautiful wife's lush endowments but also their dire
need to be loved and ravished. Her saree top came off
in his pursuit and lay on the floor. Her beautiful,
fair body, amply exposed, glittered in stark contrast
to the black saree she was wearing. His pressing
turned to mauling and both of them forgot the
situation. Manya's body was on fire. Ram suddenly
remembered that her son would be back any minute.He
caught the quivering wife of his colleague and lay her
beside her passed out husband. He rushed out of the
room and hailed Deen who was just returning with a
plate of food.

"Deen your dad has to be taken home. Please go and
fetch a cab. He cannot drive.".

"Ok sir, I'll be back soon", said Deen and went out of
the house.

Ram rushed back to the bedroom as if wanting to attend
on Desh. Instead he moved over to a waiting Manya and
dragged her to the bathroom, hissing that her son had
gone to fetch a cab and they had ten minutes. Manya
moaned in absolute arousal at this licentious thrill
that once again surged through her body. She allowed
herself to be literally dragged into the bathroom. She
allowed Ram to bend her head over the wash basin. She
allowed Ram to lift her saree right over her full
asscheeks. She gasped as his hand squeezed her pussy
from behind, as if to test its readiness. She mewled
as she felt her wetness coat his massaging hand. And
she continued making sounds as he took out his
inflamed member and rammed it right into her love
tunnel. The thrusts came hard and fast. The element of
hurry, the fear of getting caught and the knowledge
that her husband was right in the bedroom elevated
Manya's lust to screeching heights. She felt Ram's
hands caressing her boobs through the blouse
throughout his merciless plunder of her adulterous
twat. She felt his cock rotate on and off in a
mindblowing rhythm as if to tease her even in this
lewd posture. She felt herself being used and
ravished. She realised that she was getting fucked in
a toilet for the second time that day and she also
realised that her husband's handsome boss was fucking
her like a bitch in heat with her fullest acceptance.
She kept feeling reamed until she felt his juice hit
her deep inside like a hot geyser. That's when she
orgasmed yet again. But what the horny mother didn't
see was that her son Deen had returned with a cab
quite some time back and was watching with awe from
the keyhole as his father's boss balled the brains out
of his horny, cock hungry mother

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Chapter 24

The explosive fucking of his mother which he had just
peeped on, sent a flood of waves all over Deen's body
and he could feel his blood gushing straight into his
groin, threatening to blow up his dick with its force.
It was his mother again, taking it in bitch mode from
behind, at scorching speed and adulterous abandon with
his father lying senseless right in the bedroom. He
watched his father's boss empty his balls into his
panting mother's pussy from behind and rise, lifting
her with him, his hands fully around her voluptuous
hips. As they rose, Manya's saree dropped down to
cover her completely. Ram's wet cock pressed against
her asscheeks over the saree, forming a telltale spot
right on the center of her juicy bum, as he carried on
a soft caress of Manya's lush body from behind, his
lips kissing her neck and back continuously. Knowing
that they would be out any minute, Deen ran out of the
room and hid behind the door, waiting for the right
moment to enter.

He saw his Mom and Ram come out of the bathroom, still
clinging to each other, Ram holding her by the belly
and gently squeezing her flesh as they assessed Desh's
condition. Manya's saree was still off her shoulder
and Deen heard Ram speak as he kept squeezing Manya's
hips and waist, while his sexy mother purred
indulgently.

"I think he had better sleep here tonight. He can
drive back in the morning when he's OK. I hope Deen
and you can get back safely,"said the considerate host
as he kissed his colleague's voluptuous wife.

"Yes that would be very nice, thank you," said the
voluptuous wife, giggling slightly when Ram's fingers
probed her full and exposed navel. Ram looked like he
could never get enough of Manya and her wholesome
body. Manya glowed and gushed in his hands and despite
the situation, Deen felt she looked happy. His blood
flow got diverted from dick to heart as he felt
overwhelming empathy for his under loved Mom. He moved
away into the living room, now expecting the
licentious couple to re enter. Some of the guests had
left and the rest were about to leave, in various
states of drunkenness. None were in a condition to
suspect Ram and Manya when they came back from their
hectic encounter. Only Deen looked on and waited to
take his Mom home. He saw his mother and his father's
boss exchange one last meaningful look as Manya headed
towards her son and the waiting cab.

The cab driver took in an eyeful of Manya's full,
generously exposed, fair body as she stepped in
through the open door held by her son. A good bit of
cleavage and a vast portion of her midriff greeted his
lusty eyes as she settled into the cab with a worried,
gloomy look in her eyes. Deen sat next to his mother
in the rear and felt his mother recline against him
for support. The evening's events were not
particularly cheerful for the housewife. She didn't
like seeing her husband make an ass of himself,
leaving her open and vulnerable. Though she loved
getting fucked by Ram, she didn't like the quality of
the circumstances which led to the fucking. She felt
that she gave in more out of the vulnerability due to
her husband's condition. She had lost the exploited
feeling while getting fucked but now some of the hurt
surfaced again to bring a burst of tears into her
beautiful eyes. Deen, who could read his mother's mind
easily now, put his arm around her comfortingly as she
cried silently. The tear filled mother bent and placed
her heavy head into her son's lap as she cried softly.
Deen simply kept stroking the soft, black haired head
of his lovely Mom, allowing her agony to subside. As
the cab headed homewards, Manya's head kept impacting
her son's crotch occasionally, due to the turns. Deen
noticed it only after a while. Manya had stopped
crying but was now lying like a child in her son's
lap, eyes closed, head right on his crotch. Deen's
cock throbbed and jerked in his pants and he was sure
that his mother could feel the pressure. Manya sensed
it but did not remove her head from her son's lap to
avoid seeming sudden in her reaction. She decided she
would rise when they reached their home. Deen's erect
dick continued to press against his mother's head and
sometimes cheeks for the rest of the journey. His
hands rested on her bare waist to support them during
the swift turns. His hands could feel the electric
charge in her waist flesh and envied all the males who
felt and groped this juicy area of his mother's ripe
body. Her body felt like it was surcharged with lust
and it was a waiting treasure for the right man to
plunder. His father was certainly no match for this
sensual, aching body lying in his lap. He sighed and
looked out of the window, trying to seek a diversion.
He was relieved that the cab reached their house. He
stroked his Mom's body at her full hips, patting her
gently awake.

The distressed mother rose and got out of the cab,
holding her saree top by her hand. She presented a
very sexy sight, standing with her well exposed body
in the dark of the night, her fair and ripe body
looking ample and exciting in the black saree. Deen
observed the cab driver checking out his Mom's body
even as he was taking the money from him. He cleared
his throat loudly to draw his attention, upon which
the cabbie turned back and accepted his cash. Holding
his mother by the waist, Deen walked towards the main
door in slow steps. His hands could feel her exposed
flesh quivering against his fingers and palm and Deen
could also sense the cab driver staring from behind at
his mother's full, swaying asscheeks. Deen reached the
door and rang the bell. Binu opened the door to let
them in. It was then that Deen heard the cab start and
speed away.

Manya staggered into house, and her fatigue was more
emotional than physical. Binu was about to ask where
his Dad was but kept quiet after observing Deen's
gesture to be silent. Both sons held their beautiful
mother from either side by her fully naked waist and
led her into the bedroom. After seating her on the
bed, Binu left to complete his homework and sleep
while Deen took one look at Manya and informed her
that he would be around if she called for any help.

The lovely, frustrated wife began to undress, first
removing her saree and flinging it away. She decided
to retain her black petticoat and then proceeded to
unbutton her blouse. Divesting herself from it, she
tried to unhook her bra but somehow failed to unclasp
it. The act was not a routine act since she wore a bra
only when she went out. Feeling more difficulty she
called out, "Deen".

The eager son, who had been watching his Mom strip
through the window entered the room.

"Can you help me unhook this bra dear", she asked,
keeping her back to him.

Deen nodded and moved, his hands reaching out towards
his Mom's sexy back. His hands fumbled with the bra
hook for a few seconds before he managed to unhook it.
Manya kept her hands cupped over her breasts during
the act and she thanked him as he finished. Taking a
long, fond look at his mother's naked back Deen left
the room with a good night.

Manya looked on as her son left. He was such a
considerate boy, she always felt. But he was growing
up. She shuddered a bit as she remembered his hot dick
against her face in the cab. Removing the thought from
her mind, she still felt that he lacked the initiative
of his best friend Prem. Somehow she thought that she
had a responsibility to ensure her son's normal
growth. Remembering Prem made the horny housewife
bothered all over again. Leaving her petticoat on, she
closed the bedroom door and slipped into bed topless.
She didn't bother to cover herself since she was
alone. Her right hand cupped her breast softly as she
recollected the day's torrid acts of adultery. She
particularly dwelt on the deep and intense fucking
given to her by Ram, before deciding that the best sex
of the day was with Prem. Now both hands caressed her
heaving boobs, tweaking her nipples into screaming
erection. She experienced a mild orgasm before
drifting into sleep, hands on her pussy.

It was rather early, about half past five in the
morning that the sound of the phone ringing next to
her woke up Manya. Drowsily, she rolled her half naked
body across the bed and picked up the receiver. It was
Ram's cheery voice. Involuntarily, the horny wife's
hand went to her pussy.

"Sorry to wake you. I just wanted to say that I am
leaving by an early flight now. Your husband is still
out. I left him a note that he should join me in
Mumbai by the evening flight. Take care and go back to
sleep. Last night was beautiful", said the boss.

"Ohhh! Thanks for the care. Last night was beautiful
for me too", murmured the frustrated wife over the
phone. Her fingers begans to strum her vulva as Ram's
caressing voice moistened her awakened pussy.

Ram thought he heard her moan. "It was beautiful but
hurried. We need to catch up", he said slowly,
realising that she was breathing heavily into the
phone.

"Yes,"gasped Manya, "when you're back"! Her fingers
were deep now into her warm cunt. Her pussy was alive
now. She moaned a long deep reply when she heard him
kiss her over the phone. Placing the receiver back,
she used both hands now to play with herself. Her
petticoat was right over her thighs and beads of sweat
had already coated her naked breasts. After two
minutes of caressing and much before orgasm, she shook
herself back to senses and rose to start the day. But
the ache in her body had begun, giving her entire body
language a sexual lethargy right from the start. She
picked up the thin red blouse she had worn last night
and put it on without a bra, leaving the top two
buttons undone. Her breasts heaved and swayed with
each step as she moved to the main door to gather the
milk. She could have been lust personified as she
opened the door and bent to pick up the milk.

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Chapter 25

She saw nobody out there. She stood at the doorstep,
milk in hand in a lewd state of undress for atleast
two minutes. Outside the main gate, she saw a youth
jogging away. When he waved to her, she saw that it
was Prem. She waved back at him, her naked midriff and
half open cleavage rising and falling with her wave.
When Prem had left, Manya and walked towards the
kitchen, forgetting to close the door and unaware that
her son Deen was already up and was observing her.
Manya had anticipated the milkman's presence and in
her present agitated state after the morning
conversation with Ram, she was quite restless down
there. In the kitchen, she opened the door leading to
the outside to look for him. But there was nobody
there too. Grimacing, she went to the kitchen table to
start her routine, leaving the kitchen door also open.
Deen saw his mother's big backside bent over the
kitchen platform with her entire back revealed except
for the little area covered by the blouse. She looked
ravishingly poised for a hot round of anal sex. He
held his dick through his pants and withdrew to a far
corner of the living room behind a wooden cabinet from
where he could watch his sexy mother, without himself
being observed. He heard someone enter the house
through the main door and looked. It was Salim, the
newspaperman, a young man of twenty three or so. He
came in silently and placed a couple of papers on the
living room sofa. He was about to turn away when his
eyes saw the voluptuous body of Manya in the kitchen,
bent over the platform. She looked so delectable and
waiting. He had heard from the milkman about her and
now, on seeing her, he regretted that he hadn't
approached her earlier. Keeping his full bunch of
newspapers down, he stealthily moved towards the
kitchen and crept up on the unsuspecting housewife.

Manya, slightly engrossed in her work, heard a slight
sound and before she could turn back, Salim gripped
her by her ample hips and kept her bent on the
platform with not so sudden but firm hands. In less
than a second he untied her petticoat and dug his
pelvis into her lush, round ass. Manya squealed,
absolutely certain that it was the milkman. The hold
was just like his and such liberties could be taken
only by him at this time of the day. She moaned and
ground her asscheeks against his rampant dick, which
was now seeking entry at the base of her pussy lips.

Deen gaped astounded at this sequence of events. He
saw Salim tear away his Mom's petticoat, leaving her
ass naked and also saw his Mom squealing and accepting
his groping rear embrace willingly. She was still bent
when Salim effortlessly eased his strong, erect young
cock into her wet cunt. Even from that distance, Deen
could hear the squishy sound of their illicit, early
morning passion. His mother hadn't even looked behind
to check who it was. Was she expecting him? Had they
been doing this for long? A variety of thoughts crept
into Deen's head as he pumped his cock in unison with
Salim's dick as it pounded in and out of his squealing
and moaning mother's hot pussy. She was naked except
for her blouse and she was bent, again like a bitch,
getting her luscious breasts mauled and her pussy
pumped by a young stud.

Manya revelled in this early morning assault on her
hungry pussy. She really needed it and was glad that
the milkman came, even as she was about to reconcile
herself to his absence. And the newspaperman rammed in
and out of the horny wife's twat, squeezing her body
wherever he could lay his hands on, surprised at his
luck and utterly amazed that the lust aroused woman
had not even bothered to see who she was getting
fucked by. Her heat took him by surprise too and he
decided that he was better late than never. He pumped
and pumped into her with searing intensity, feeling
her body vibrate with each thrust and hearing her
moans reach a climax as both of them neared their
climax. He knew he was fucking a top class bitch in
heat. His cock sluiced in and out of Mrs. M's cock
starved cunt. The slapping sounds of his balls on her
juicy ass could be heard by Deen and he spurted his
seed much before the horny couple in the kitchen
reached their peak. In receding passion, he watched
the last few thrusts by the young stud into his
mother's naked body. He could see her asscheeks
clenching and unclenching around his cock. She was
milking her man dry in her obscenely bent posture.
Once again Deen was in awe of his mother's body and
capacity.

Manya felt her own juices flowing and her ravager's
dick softening and slipping out of her drenched twat.
As he released his hard grip over her ample hips, she
smiled and slowly turned around to face him. A
complete wave of shock engulfed her face when she saw
that it was not the milkman. Though she could vaguely
recognise the face to be that of the paperboy, the
utter debasement of her body in his hands and her
utter degeneration in giving in to him without even
seeing his face made her flush red in embarrassment
and anger, more at herself than at the youngster who
had given her a good fucking when she needed it. She
flopped onto the kitchen floor, face breaking into
tears. Salim, moved by the housewife's state, kissed
her forehead and said, "Mrs. M, you are the most
beautiful woman I have seen in my life. I hope to get
a wife like you".

His kind words acted as a mild palliative for the
humiliated housewife. She thought she was falling into
an abyss of depravity from the previous night onwards.
She liked the final act but couldn't help feeling that
her body had been used. She felt like a cheap whore
until Salim's adoring words cheered her. She managed a
smile and saw Salim leave quickly and kept looking at
him as he picked up his papers and left the house. She
did not spot her son Deen. Deen could not hear the
conversation and couldn't understand why his mother
was distressed again. He thought he'd wait for her to
put on her petticoat before making a move. It was then
that he saw Manya look around suddenly towards the
kitchen door. He strained his neck from his position
to see his pal Prem.

Manya was just feeling the pleasures of the juicy
encounter course through her body when she heard a
soft rap on the kitchen door. Alarmed, she turned her
head and saw Prem's smiling, considerate face. She was
naked except for her blouse and in that half naked,
well fucked state, she looked like a pornstar to Prem.
Prem did not see the encounter with the paperboy. He
guessed his favourite mature woman was lying bare
assed on the kitchen floor after some lovemaking with
her hubby. He did not ask her about it. Manya did not
say anything. She was silent, confused about how to
react to being discovered by her son's friend with cum
leaking from her recently fucked vagina, her petticoat
off her hips and her blouse looking like it could no
longer contain those bursting, aching breasts. The
ever gallant Prem did nothing to embarrass the
adulterous wife. From the living room corner, Deen
could see his best friend lift his almost naked mother
to her feet. He could see them hugging and kissing. He
could see Prem caress his Mom's breasts over the
blouse and could also see his mother take her blouse
off to be totally naked before his best friend. Deep
down, Deen was glad that it was Prem fucking his Mom.
This idea came to him when he realised that his mother
never got the cock she needed at home. He had acted
subtly to put it into action. He chose Prem not only
because of his good nature, but also because he knew
that with his strength and athletic build, he would be
the performer his horny mother's body needed.

Right there, in the early hours of the morning, the
ideas guy jacked off behind the wooden cabinet as the
performer balled his mother on the kitchen floor,
missionary style. He fucked her slowly in deliberate
strokes, making her feel full and well cared for. He
kissed her face, licked it and nibbled it all over,
while his hands always caressed some available part of
her voluptuous body, making sure that her lust was
always answered. Manya's face, glazed with love and
lust shone in the early morning light, making Prem
wonder as he fucked the beautiful mother, whether he
would be lucky to get a wife as sexy as her. The
thought made his cock harder and his thrusts deeper.
Manya moaned loudly and threw her legs around his
hips, drawing him fiercely into herself and
reciprocating with her own lush hip thrusts. The
beautiful duo fucked in a divine rhythm and Deen for
the first time, found himself fighting jealousy. He
saw every inch of his Mom's juicy body being ravished
the way she craved. Her body was getting its due. He
saw nothing wrong or immoral in what she was doing.
She looked beautiful, happy and divine. She always
looked beautiful and divine when she was getting
fucked

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Chapter 26

The two robust lovemaking bouts left the naked mother
panting and satiated. Tenderly she kissed Prem as he
shoved his cock back into his jogging shorts and bade
good bye. Prem left through the open kitchen door and
Manya staggered to her feet. She put on her petticoat
but remained topless. She looked at the clock in the
kitchen and it showed quarter to seven. Realising that
her sons would be also up any minute, she slipped on
her blouse and within fifteen minutes, completed the
basics for coffee and breakfast, wondering when her
husband would arrive home after his disgusting night.
The thought again brought a frown to her face.

As Manya was completing her work in the kitchen, Den
decided that the time was right to wake up his brother
Binu. He did so and himself proceeded to the toilet.
Binu walked out of his room and went to greet his Mom.
He saw her in the kitchen with her back to him. He
gave her a full hug from behind, kissing her neck
while doing so. His hands were around her naked hips,
just above where her petticoat was tied. It was tied
dangerously, just above her bush. Manya felt Binu's
fingers squeeze her belly for a few seconds as was his
right and felt them dip into her navel for his first
navel probe of his mother for the day. She gasped a
bit as his kissing moved from her neck to her cheek
and trailed wetly to the corner of her mouth. It could
have been the caressing or may have even been the
previous day's familiarity with her son's lips, Manya
instinctively turned her face around. Binu's lips fell
smack on hers and very naturally, mother and son
kissed for a few seconds, with the son maintaining his
fingering of his Mom's navel throughout his kisses.

Manya withdrew affectionately and gushed at the
demonstrative love of her younger son. She was growing
to love him more and more. And so was he, she felt.
She couldn't say it was carnal, but certainly she
could feel Binu's gropes getting a lot more frequent
and his kisses longer and more lingering. But he was
soft and steady without being frenzied and that
reassured the beautiful mother that it was pure love
and not tainted with anything undesirable. She also
missed that kind of love from Deen. Manya decided she
had to take a closer look at Deen for any signs of
abnormality. The well fucked mother patted her younger
son on his face and told him to get ready for college.

"Mom, you'll have to wash my hair today", insisted
Binu.

"Ok. Get into the bathroom, I'll join you'" said Manya
as she took the prepared breakfast and coffee in her
hands to place them on the dining table.

Binu bounded out towards the bathroom and got in just
as brother Deen was emerging out of it. Deen saw his
brother strip and get ready for his bath and also
noticed his Mom going behind him into the bath. In her
black petticoat and dark red blouse, her fair skin
looked sexy and ripe and actually glowed softly
whenever water fell on her, especially around her
fully exposed midriff and upper hips. Manya washed her
son's hair and went on to soap the rest of his body
too. From a slit in the bathroom door edge, Deen saw
his mother soap his brother's body in slow strokes,
full of love and care. He saw her doing his stomach
and suddenly she dipped her hands down to cup his
balls with her soaped hands. Deen saw his brother's
young dick hop to attention at the touch. Manya
however continued to soap her son's balls and moved
her fingers to rub the stem of his little cock too,
which was not more than five inches at full mast. She
smiled to herself when she felt it twitch and throb.
She didn't look up to see her son's face but continued
lovingly with her task. Soaping complete, she turned
on the shower to rinse him all over. Again when she
reached his groin, she rubbed his dick, cleansing it
off all the soap. Deen observed that she however
continued to rub Binu's dick well after all the soap
had been rinsed away. She infact lingered around the
base of his shaft and gave it a few squeezes too
before releasing it in its throbbing glory. Wildly
aroused, Deen remembered the years when she did the
same to him. His dick ached when he remembered how she
had gone through the same motions with him until he
was nearly thirteen. He used to look forward to those
bathing sessions and felt that even his Mom enjoyed
playing with his erections, from the way her dainty
fingers coaxed and cajoled his adolescent cock. Those
loving baths had stopped the day Deen had ejaculated
suddenly when his Mom's hands were stroking the base
of his shaft. Both Mom and son were a wee bit
embarrassed but Manya did not let her son feel guilty
about anything. She pretended as if nothing had
happened and that helped her son get over it. He got
over the embarrassment but started getting more and
more obsessed with his mother's generously curved body
with a vengeance that was extremely carnal but
intention that was almost totally voyeuristic.

Having bathed her adoloscent son well, Manya felt the
warmth of his cock linger on her fingers for a little
while. She left the bathroom and moved towards her
bedroom, bringing her fingers to her lips on the way.
Deen noticed it, just as he had noticed every single
act of hers since that morning.

Manya's clothes were wet after bathing her son. She
had to remove them. While discarding them she
contemplated whether to bathe or not. She suddenly
realised that her husband had not returned yet.
Leaving her wet clothes on the floor, she slipped her
nude body under the sheets and cuddled up cosily. The
time was half past seven. Binu would be off to college
after ten minutes or so, followed by Deen soon after.
She wished Desh would set a good example atleast to
his children

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Chapter 27

Naked under the sheets, she picked up the phone and
dialed Ram's house to enquire whether her husband had
left. Thankfully she was told that he had. That gave
her fifteen minutes atleast to snatch a few winks. The
two early morning fucks had thrown a mild cloud of
lethargy over her. But when she closed her eyes, it
was her son Binu's young, wet and throbbing cock that
came to her mind. She turned onto her belly with one
hand underneath her. Caressing herself with closed
eyes, she allowed relaxation to take over. Ten minutes
later, Binu entered the room, having gulped down his
breakfast to wish her good bye.

He looked down at his mother's form under the
bedsheet. Her ass formed a huge hill in the middle and
her back was half bare. He could see the sides of her
full tits, pressed against the bed. One hand was out
but he couldn't make out where the other hand was. The
thin bedsheet covered Manya's lush ass but got wedged
inside her ass crack, offering a mouth watering view
of her crack and in the process the awesome dimensions
of each juicy globe to her son. The boy stared at his
mother's ass. It was nothing new to him. But knowing
that she was nude under the sheet gave that extra
special thrill. He reached out to knead the hillock.
Manya who had not heard his entry moaned softly at the
touch and realised that it was her son's hand. Only he
could cup and squeeze her ass in that caressing,
loving way. She felt him stoke the full cheeks and run
his finger slowly up and down the crack from top to
bottom. When he reached the bottom, he almost came
into contact with his mother's own pussy caressing
finger, but missed it by a whisker. Manya felt the
heat rising again. He fingers dug right into her pussy
with the minimum motion. She tried not to undulate her
ass. It was half relief when she heard him give one
last, loving squeeze to those succulent asscheeks, but
the agony returned when she heard his voice near her
ears, whispering a good bye. She moaned hornily and
turned to say good bye. Binu, who had meant to bend
and kiss his Mom's ears to say good bye got the full
impact of his mother's full and rosy lips on his as
she turned. His mumbling got mixed with hers in a
mutually aroused farewell that lasted about one full
lip locked minute. With one hand dug deep inside her
pussy, Manya kissed her son good bye in the most
awkward pose imaginable, nude under the sheets. It was
while Binu was withdrawing his face from his Mom's hot
lips and about to leave the room that the bedroom door
opened and Manya's husband Desh walked in.

Binu said a quick hello and good bye to his Dad and
ran from the room without a word. Desh had hardly
noticed anything that was happening in the room. He
came, clutching his head, still reeling from a
hangover. The aroused wife looked at her husband's
state with a sense of pity. Desh greeted his wife and
began to undress. He seemed only a little apologetic
about the previous night.

Desh kissed his naked wife on her lips. Manya could
still feel the smell of liquor. Her insides almost
revolted but she kept her cool. Desh muttered a second
apology and said that he would be out of town for a
full week from this evening. Manya knew about it but
she simply nodded and looked on.She suddenly realised
that her hand was still on her pussy even though she
had turned onto her back. She retained it there and
continued to listen to her husband.

"We might clinch this new contract", he went on. "Ram
has plenty of drive too. If we succeed I might get a
raise", finished Desh, turning to look at his wife.

"Hmmmm", murmured Manya when she heard her husband
praise Ram. "Yes he has the drive," she thought to
herself, caressing her cunt a bit faster and watching
her husband leave her naked under the sheets and get
into the bathroom.

"Breakfast is ready on the table", she announced to
her dressing husband.

"Thanks", said Desh as he finished dressing. It was
then that he realized that his sexy wife was naked.
"How is it that you are naked after preparing
breakfast", he inquired more casually than out of any
suspiscion.

"Oh! I gave Binu a bath and got wet. I decided to lie
down for a while after taking them off", replied the
horny housewife.

Desh again felt a bit awkward. "I'm sorry dear for
last night. And I hope the boys didn't trouble you in
my absence or got you overworked", he stated in half
concern.

"No Desh," replied the nakedly spread wife. "They are
both darlings and they gave no trouble", she whispered
as her husband bent to kiss her in one of those sudden
bursts of love. This kiss was fresher and Manya had
less trouble getting over with it. She however had to
contend with some breast mauling too in the process
which got her horny again. She reached out to grab
Desh by his crotch but he went out of her reach saying
"Not now lady. We'll have enough time when I return
from this trip".

Desh was all set to leave after a quick breakfast when
he came to kiss his nude wife again, who had not left
the bed. Kissing her, he also said "The newspaper boy
may come with his bill for payment today. Remember to
look out and pay him".

Kissing her husband back, Manya whispered "He's
already come and taken his payment early this morning
darling".

Mouthing a final goodbye, Desh left the room and
house, leaving behind his voluptuous, naked wife on
the bed writhing in frustrated lust and caressing her
pussy in continuous strokes of her wet fingers

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Chapter 28

Her husband's disgusting behaviour last night had left
Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it
facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected
body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kisses
and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and
anguished all over again. He never seemed to display
the remotest tinge of remorse for having left her high
and dry at his boss' party and now showed absolute
callousness in anouncing that he was leaving that
evening for a week. The well stacked wife felt that
she didn't deserve his attitude or his attributes. But
he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and
reasoned. She ran her hands over her naked body as if
in reassurance but realised with a smile that the high
voltage fucking she had been receiving over the last
couple of days were a far greater assurance of her
desirability. And the fact that she was able to draw
teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous body and leave
them panting for more made her feel rather proud of
herself. She was a total flesh magnet who drew men and
boys of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she
smiled, recollecting the series of feels and squeezes
which her younger son had subjected her to that
morning. Even without trying, she related more through
her body to people rather than the mind and she
resigned herself to the fact.

Midway through her introspection, her son Deen walked
in to announce that he was leaving for college and left
immediately when he saw his mother lying down on her
belly, presumably naked under the covers. He didn't
think that she had covered up either during her son's
or her husband's presence in the bedroom. Her comfort
levels with nudity had been rising over time and now
Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The moment Deen left the house, Manya raised her nude
body off the bed and went across to shut the door. She
was naked in the confidence that she would now be
alone in the house. As she shut the door, she first
walked across to the sofa and spread one leg over the
arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping
her hand around the lower abdomen, she clicked the
television on and saw some songs being telecast. The
horny housewife looked quite obscene in that posture
with her pinkish cuntlips being wide open in case
there was a viewer. Crusted cum deposits decorated her
inner thighs and outer lips. She had still not decided
when to bathe. After watching two raunchy numbers,
Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to
imagine herself in the hands of the various lesser
artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead
danseuse in those songs. A tide of titillation ran
through her as she wondered how she would look on
stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and strong
male dancers. She was cunt caressing her way through
another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the
sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. The
sexy housewife was alarmed because she was naked,
aroused and no clothes were within reach.

"Who's it?" she called out from her lewd position on
the sofa. She was relieved to hear a female voice
reply. It was Sana, the neighbour's seventeen year old
daughter. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a minute", called out the nude woman as
she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a
petticoat. She dbangd a small towel over her chest and
went to open the door for Sana, her back fully bare
and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the
thin towel

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Chapter 29

"I'm coming in a minute", called out the nude woman as
she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a
petticoat. She dbangd a small towel over her chest and
went to open the door for Sana, her back fully bare
and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the
thin towel.

Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature
woman's body from head to toe. Manya was her idol and
Sana's reason for idolising her was that all the
neighbourhood boys, kept talking only about Manya in
total lust and awe rather than about younger girls
like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if
Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would have a hard
time warding off other guys from her. Manya blushed
when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over.
She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both
of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through,
noting the way her melon like brests, swung freely,
unfettered by any restrictive clothing. She was also
perplexed that Manya's nipples were erect even at this
time of the day. She knew little about Manya's
appetite for hard sex and her ever horny disposition.
In her eyes she was the good housewife who couldn't
help it if she was blessed with a well stacked, knock
out body. They chatted for long, Manya blushing
everytime the teenager poked her waist to tell her she
was very very desirable even for women. It was
cheerful banter. Suddenly Sana said,

"Aunt Manya you looked rather sexy the other day while
skipping".

A bit puzzled, Manya thanked her sweetly.

"I mean very sexy Aunt Manya", the teenager spoke out.
"Many men praised you and some even went crazy talking
about you."

Manya was a bit concerned and asked her "Who went
crazy Sana"?.

"Everyone Aunt Manya. I heard all the old men go wild,
espcially when your saree top fell off. They all
wanted to get close to you. That's why you were dunked
the most."
"Hmmm," gushed the beautiful housewife, experiencing a
mild thrill.
"Never meet them without Uncle Desh in future Aunt
Manya," she warned innocently.
"Oh come on Sana. It was all in fun,"said Manya,
smiling away beautifully. "It's not what you think".
"It is what I think Aunt Manya. You don't know the way
they were staring and talking everytime your pallu
slipped. They were fighting with each other to be
first to grab you".

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the
innocent girl. She laughed it off saying it was fun
and added however that she would be careful in future.
Time flew and it was getting closer to lunch time.
Suddenly Sana suggested that they should order lunch
from their family restaurant. Manya agreed, relieved
that she needn't have to cook. Sana quickly phoned her
restaurant, ordering enough food to take care of Deen,
Binu and a couple of others also if necessary.

The food arrived shortly and with the food came Salman
and Sam. Both were at the restaurant when Sana called
and they decided to bring it themselves. Salman had
Manya in mind while Sam had Sana also in mind. When
Manya saw the boys arrive, she slipped into the
bedroom and put on a light green transparent saree
over the petticoat and a sleeveless blouse, braless on
her chest. She noticed after wearing it that the
blouse, already low cut, had the top button torn off.
She shrugged and went to greet the boys.

The guys were in high spirits with Sam constantly
teasing sana and salman giving hungry looks towards
Manya. After a while, Manya decided to fetch the
plates and lay the food on the table. As expected by
Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The moment
they went into the kitchen, Salman caught hold of the
voluptuous wife by her generous hips and thrust into
her saree covered ass, his hands fully covering her
braless blouse and milking her tits. Manya resisted
for a while in discomfort but knew that she couldn't
for too long. She kept eyeing the living room, hoping
that Sana wouldn't suddenly decide to help out too.
Manya's hands tried to assemble some plates and dishes
together while her pussy tried to fight off the
gushing juices from deep within her loins. The young
teenager showed great anxiety in his mauling of the
well endowed wife's body from head to toe. His hands
covered her clothed form everywhere and then suddenly
he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his hand
right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a
strong grip. Manya gasped and let out a light squeal.
Her body began to experience the familiar concussions
and her breasts were already quivering from his
pawing. She was scared they would be heard. Salman
suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen, "Hey Sam
we forgot the rice but brought all the other dishes.
Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sana may
like to come with you.".

"Sure Salman," said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither
Manya nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by
the two guys. They had left the rice outside
deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his time with
the beauteous Sana while Salman had the lush and sexy
Manya free and horny. The door closed and the
floodgates opened for the illicit couple. Standing in
the same place, Manya and Salman began a rapid fire
fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen table.
In the last two days the kitchen table was used for
anything but food preparation. She was already
dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his
young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all
raptures as the young studs thrusts drove the blues of
her husband's neglect away. Her breasts rose and fell
and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounce, cupped
them lovingly at first but only to roughly mash them
as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Manya's lust
skyrocketed to great heights as she simply allowed the
horny boy to have his way with her overheated sex
starved body. Five minutes of ceasless pounding into
the lusty housewife's cunt had Salman spewing out
spoonfuls of seed deep inside her womb, hugging her
wholesome body ardently while doing so. It was a
mindblowing experience for Manya to be so ravished.
His vigor pleased her and his cock still felt hard
inside her sodden pussy even after the battering he
had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his
tongue greedily.

Not letting Salman's cock out of her cunt, Manya
shifted the two of them in small leaps towards the
bedroom. A surprised Salman understood her intention
and let himself hop alongwith her right onto her bed.
The feel of his still erect cock in her cum washed
pussy continued to stoke the fires in her belly. She
craved for another pounding. A young man always came
quickly first. But young cock shot back to erection
quickly too. Her ripe body could never be satisfied
with a single round of sex. She craved for the next
round ravenously. She was a bunny for the second fuck.
She was a slave to young cock

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Chapter 30

Knowing they had atleast another ten minutes the sex
charged couple took off on the adulterous mother's
marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent
pregnant months with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on
which she breast fed them both into delicious slumber.
It was now the bed on which she was getting her brains
fucked out of her by the neighbourhood stud. Again
here, he was fucking her doggie style. She was on all
fours and he was raming her juicy cunt from behind.
Their combined juices trickled out down her voluptuous
thighs to soak the bedsheet fully. The fucking and the
soaking continued for the next ten minutes, during
which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out
on ecstasy without the fear of being heard. She gave
full vent to her bursting passion by imploring him to
fuck her hard and true.

"Fuck me hard Salman", she begged. "Fuck my cock
starved pussy. Fuck your friend's horny Mom, " she
wailed, surprising Salman with her wantonness. He
never thought that the beautiful Mrs. M could be this
vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was
adulterous. He literally rammed and rammed his steely
cock in and out of her pulsating cunt till the stage
came when she was about to cream. He could feel her
cunt muscles tighten around his thrusting cock and the
milking get more frenzied. His absolute mauling of her
heaving breasts reached bigger proportions and finally
both of them collapsed in a heap on the creaking bed,
going through convulsive orgasms with Salman lying on
top of the mature woman's huge ass, sweating and
panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way
through her release. The mating couple looked terribly
obscene on the wet bed and it took them five minutes
to disentangle themselves from each other's hold.

Salman pulled up his trousers and said "Let me help
you dress Mrs. M", and went over to tuck her saree
into her waist. He squeezed the flesh there in
approval, drawing a moan from the well fucked mother.
They tidied each other up as best as they could and
went into the living room just in time to hear the
bell. Sam and Sana entered with flushed looks on their
faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any
questions and the two couples ate in total silence. It
was a full meal and took more than fifteen minutes.
Manya felt a little soreness in her pussy and once in
a while cupped it with her left hand in the course of
her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her,
licking his lips. Manya turned red but didn't think
that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red
because she felt Sam's interest create a further
ripple in her lower belly.

After the meal, Sana said she had to attend an art
class and requested her brother to drop her. She
wanted to be free of Sam because of the fear of any
doubts in Aunt Manya's mind about them. Aunt Manya sat
on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state,
as Salman led his sister out of the house, agreeing to
drop her. He closed the door shut behind him, not
looking at Sam.

Sam cast a glance at the silent mother next to him.
She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her saree
having fallen off from her creamy shoulders. He placed
his hands gently on her lower, exposed belly and ran
it in circles, feeling the softness and caressing it.
Manya gave him a tired smile but did not stop him. She
however said, "I'm tired Sam".

"Did he do it hard and well?", enquired Sam softly of
the adulterous woman.

A wee bit surprised but not shocked, Manya answered,
"Yes Sam. He fucks well. I'm sore now and my body
aches all over".

"Don't worry Mrs. M. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll
not hurt you." Saying this he took the hand of the
sexy housewife and made her lie down flat on the sofa.
Sam kissed her face all over lovingly and even lapped
her sweat beads in a tender show of affection. He kept
kissing her for a full five minutes all over her face
and lips, holding her full shoulders and then
gradually moved his head to bury it in the full mounds
on her chest. He bit the nipples though her blouse,
making her moan. He bit them again, this time making
Manya clutch his head. He spent another five minutes
on her breasts, worshipping them before he dipped his
head onto her full and huge midriff. Manya gasped as
his lips found her navel and let out a fully aroused
moan, long enough to let him understand that he had
her almost at his mercy. After his nibbling covered
the entire territory of her belly and exposed hips,
she was a heaving mass of flesh before him. The sexy
mother heaved her hips and jerked them towards his
face. The very understanding, sensitive painter then
raised the horny mother's saree upto her waist and
dipped his head right into the mature woman's twat.
His tongue probed like a paintbrush into her dripping
pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud.
Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her
hands gripped his hair and she pushed his head into
her steaming cunt, so that his tongue could go deeper
and deeper. Sam obliged the lust aroused older woman,
inhaling her musky aroma with a loud sniff, which made
her pussy lips dance with delight and passion. Sam led
the sore woman out of her soreness with his finesse
and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, legs
splayed apart invitingly, with 'Fuck Me' written in
bold letters all over her voluptuous, well used body.
She looked pleadingly towards her young lover, her
eyes doing the asking.

Sam felt her pussy and it was so soaked and dripping
that he felt she could take three dicks. He thrust his
hand first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He
withdrew his hand and brought out his hard and eager
dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the married
woman's horny cunt, feeling her cunt muscles spring up
from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Manya felt
her senses leave her as Sam began a slow and steady
fucking motion. He dug into her slowly but never
stopped fucking.His dick had also got itself out of
the first fuck hastiness with Sana earlier and right
now he was well poised to give this horny mother a
deliciously long fucking. He knew she would love it.

Long, deep and steady came the strokes of his cock in
and out of Manya's pussy. She raised her hips to
provide the counter thrusts and he held her hips to
support the thrusts. Their bodies moved in perfect
rhythm as if being orchestrated by an invisible
conductor. The sedate start rose to a crescendo which
lasted another five minutes. Incredibly their fucking
continued unabated for another five minutes till Sam
felt Manya's cunt muscles gripping his dick harder and
harder until they sudenly released their hold. He gave
one final violent thrust into her boiling pussy just
then to time his release with hers. Both their
releases were noiseless, filled with mutual comfort
and understanding. It was the mating of souls.

Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged
Sam hard to herself and lavished his face with hot and
sweaty kisses for long moments. She lay in his arms
for a long time, feeling the passion drain out of her
well fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt
fresh and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like
a true woman. Sam on his part, looked smug and
content, watching the half naked mother's beautiful
features which looked better each time they made love.
If only she'd agree, she'd make a great and natural
model for his brush or camera.

Manya, not realising her lover's intention, rose as
she heard the clock strike three pm. It was getting
time for her men to start arriving one by one. She
whispered the same to Sam, who also rose, holding her
by her naked waist, stroking her lush ass as they
gathered themselves together.

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Chapter 31

It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya's ripe body was
already pleasured by four young studs, the
newspaperboy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam,
the sensitive lover. Each was a different experience,
rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and
there was also delayed, relaxed sex. Manya loved both.
The hurried sex with the fear of getting caught
stifled her sounds but raised her release levels to
untouched peaks. The relaxed fucking spread the
impulses to all parts of her sexy body making every
pore of her skin glow in response. Here, lying bare
ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glow, making
Sam gaze in continued amazement. Manya turned red when
she saw Sam's adoring eyes. Then her eyes turned soft
and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat next to
her and embraced her, his hands cupping her radiant
face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lust
temporaily out of her system was a bit concerned about
the time. In about half an hour, her sons would
arrive. Her husband would come to collect his bags
before leaving for his flight but she could never
predict the time of his arrival. But she was sure he
would leave soon after his arrival in a tearing hurry.
Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much
more time they could be together. Sam mumbled
something during his kiss, kneading her big breasts
softly. His after sex play was very tender and mature
for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet lips from
his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say.

"Your lips taste like honey, Aunt Manya. Haven't
tasted anything sweeter than them. And I mean both
your lips", he smiled suggestively, with a glint in
his eyes.

Manya blushed beautifully at his wicked line, her hand
involuntarily moving to her pussy mound, feeling its
cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so
well there that she must have secreted a bottle full
of juices, or honey if she were to believe his
flattery. She kept cupping her pussy while getting
kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his part let his hands
roam freely on her full breasts. Their bodies once
again exchanged the warmth of perfect physical
understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested, "Why don't we
do the honey test"?

Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned redder than
ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew
they had very little or no time. She loved being
treated the way Sam was treating her, in that extra
special manner. But she was confused and lost for
time. Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the
kitchen and emerged with a bottle of honey. Before the
sexy wife could talk, he opened it and poured a few
drops right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussy.
That made the beautiful woman gasp in pleasure and the
gasp turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread
the honey all over her pussy lips, dragging the sweet
liquid deeper to encircle her love bud. The horny
housewife's legs were wrapped around her young lover's
head on the sofa, her hands on his head, with his head
buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and
naked and his delicious act generated further heat in
her body, causing her luscious hips to start a slow
grind against his lapping face. Her cunt was a mess
with her own juices, his cum and the honey. The
resultant taste and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he
suddenly realised that he could go on exploring this
beautiful, depraved woman's body for days together.
Her secretion levels were overwhelming and if stranded
with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able
to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty,
voluptuous body at his disposal. He continued nibbling
and digging into the aroused housewife's quivering
cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
Manya's first reaction was panic but she quickly
composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should
pick up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She
donned her petticoat with the honey treated juices
dripping from her heated pussy. Putting on her
sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly
fucked housewife, opened the door to let in her
children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at
their dishevelled mother. Her body was sweaty, hair
uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with
perspiration. Sweat had dampened her full cleavage too
and Binu found his mother's breasts to be fascinating
mounds by themselves. Instead of his usual movement
towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his
face into her large cleavage, his hands rubbing her
bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and
smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son,
leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every pore of his
full bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the
fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food,
pleasantly surprised at the rich spread from the
restaurant.

In the course of feeding her kids, Manya got back to
sanity until Binu suddenly noticed the bottle of honey
lying on the living room table and said "Mom do we use
honey for any of these things ?"

Embarassed, Manya found a way out by stating that she
had mixed honey with tea in the morning as a health
prescription. "No wonder you look so nice and healthy
Mom", chipped in Binu in unabashed appreciation. Deen
looked up at his Mom and saw her looking at him too.
They all smiled together at Binu's compliment.Manya
however, blushed in aroused embarassment and smiled in
that soft, smug manner, which gave her elder son
uncomfortable erections.

It was just before her sons finished their food that
the adulterous mother slipped into the kitchen and
silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen
door. He did so but not before grabbing the lusty
housewife by her waist and giving a long and wet kiss
on her full lips. Manya gasped noiselessly and tried
to remain away from the line of vision of the door. On
sensing the sexy mother's yielding, Sam intensified
his kiss and helped himself to a generous half a
minute pawing of her half exposed tits. He withdrew
with a sound and left through the kitchen door. Hoping
that her sons had not heard the kiss, the lusty mother
examined her clothing and returned to clear the table,
while her sons went to change their clothes. She felt
sticky all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had
slurped away most of the honey from her still itchy
cunt and deep within she could still feel the light
dabs of his tongue all over her insides. She
experienced yet another shiver and decided that she
should bathe before her bodily mess was too obvious to
her kids.

The bath was more cleansing than refreshing for the
straying wife and mother. In the course of ten minutes
she wiped out every trace of her hot sex sessions that
her body could carry. What she could not wipe out was
the extra fresh glow on her face which came only from
good, fulfilling fucking.

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Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with
mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi
transparent saree and wore it without a petticoat. She
also matched it with a white blouse without a bra. The
saree fell right down her hips and settled at the
lowest possible level. It did look like it would fall
right off her juicy body any moment. The transparent
texture gave ample hints of her trimmed bush and full
thighs from the front and her well rounded but firm
asscheeks from the rear. With her full bodied charms
being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a lust
angel in white. Her beautiful face was relegated to
the background by her opulent curves protruding fully
out of her flimsy saree and tight blouse. Wanting to
spend some time with her kids, she walked towards
Deen's room. On the way she heard the bell. She opened
the door to see the flower vendor. She gave him his
most heavenly sight of the day, her full breasts
showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff
exposed all the way down to her thick black bush. She
saw his eyes focused on the V region between her
thighs and crossed them as if to draw his attention.
His gaze right into her bush sent a mild pleasure
impulse through her body. She allowed him to caress
her hand while giving the flowers. Even as the door
was open she lifted her hands above her head to secure
the flowers in her hair. In doing so the housewife's
entire midriff embedded with that deep and provocative
navel was on display to the flower seller. He kept
looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality
that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if
the lady as much as tripped, her whole saree would
come untied, leaving her glorious, fleshy charms open
to the world. Manya smiled as she shut the door on
him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's room to find Binu also
there. Deen was at his table studying while Binu was
on the bed trying to read something. Manya took a book
and slipped next to Binu, lying on her stomach. She
took one of her favourite romantic novels to read.
While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept
kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her well toned
and fair calves. Deen looked at his sexy mother's
form. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer
white saree and being on her stomach, her curvy waist
and hips were totally exposed to their gaze. The back
of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby
leaving about eighty percent of her back bare right
upto her asscrack. With flowers in her hair she looked
every inch a bride on her wedding night and in that
minimal clothing she looked a bride who ached for a
fucking. Manya turned around suddenly onto her back
while reading. Her saree top which was already down,
was now totally swept off her shoulders and the bottom
of the saree was now almost midway up her thighs.
Manya kept reading, seemingly unaware of the body
display she was putting on. Her attire was nothing new
before her kids and she kept reading, not realisng
that her saree rode right upto her ample thighs. Her
breasts rose and fell with each breath and her belly
responded with smaller heaving motions of its own. She
looked a delectable piece of beauty and Deen felt that
she could get bangd if she continued with her lewd
body language. He saw Binu also notice their horny
mother with rapidly rising interest.

Binu swung into action very soon. He kept his book
aside and placed his head on his Mom's juicy belly.
Manya stirred but did not make any sudden move. Binu
began his exploratory exercise of his mother's fleshy
midriff. He first kissed it all over in slow and
steady licks. He concentrated on the ticklish and
sensitive zone around her deep navel and actually
lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this
belly worship. She placed her hand on her son's head
lightly but did not look down. Binu carried his
fascination for his mother's hot body to higher levels
when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the
sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both mother and son
again settled into their respective pursuits. Manya
could feel the tide rising in her loins. She got
wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The
juices gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was sure
that Binu could sniff her arousal aroma. If Binu
sniffed it he didn't show it but his hands now fully
encircled his mother's big hips and drew her lush
lower body further into his face. Manya's midriff was
now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by
her younger son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked
ripe and ready for fucking from the manner in which
she was writhing her hips trying to appear normal. Her
horniness carried across the room towards him and when
he saw her face, the troubled features starkly
reflected the burning lust within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their skins when he moved
his head closer to Manya's bosom and said "Mom, when
was the last time I had milk from your breasts"? A
stunned Manya looked at her son's head which was just
a few inches from her right breast. Deen felt his cock
harden at the sight of his younger brother looking at
his Mom's breast while she was almost obscenely
sprawled on the bed with her saree top off.

"You were very young then Binu. You cannot drink any
more now from them", she whispered in reply also
feeling excited that her breasts were being discussed
by her son.

"Why can't I drink from them now", queried Binu,
taking both his mother and Deen aghast. His hands were
still on her fleshy, almost fully exposed hips. Her
saree had slipped even lower and Deen could see that
the beginnings of his mother's lower hips.Binu's hand
was resting on that ridiculously exposed part as he
talked.

The sexually troubled mother managed to mutter, "No
milk will come out now Binu". But Manya's younger son
would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering
her to allow him to taste her milk in a childish
demonstration of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether
his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't
make out from the situation. Suddenly to his utter
amazement and wild arousal, he saw his well breasted
mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one full boob
and thrust it into Binu's accepting mouth. His cock
ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half
exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into
her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as
he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just
kept silent as Binu feasted on his mother's boob while
his hands were still placed on her full, exposed hips.
Deen adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn't take
his eyes off that wild sight. Binu kept suckling for
one full minute, during which Manya simply sat back,
head up, chest out, wearing a smile that occasionally
turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was
getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no
move to remove her son's head from her juicy tit.
Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snigger
saying that there was no milk and the taste was not as
good as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son.
Then came the moment even deen didn't expect. Manya
turned to Deen, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the
same exposed pose asked her elder son "Do you want to
try too?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was hard and
his balls were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed
and slowly, without any sense of hurry buttoned her
blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain
down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed,
her hips upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of
her thigh. In a minute she turned and in the same semi
naked condition, slept with her back to her son Deen,
showing him the full and high cheeked glory of her
ass. Binu had left the room after his boob suckling,
leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the
well exposed body of his Mom, a few feet away,
bursting all over with curves, the young son fished
out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking care not
to make any sound. He kept looking at his mother's
massive derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack
throughout his frantic masturbation. He pumped and
pumped at his cock, not taking his eyes off his
mother's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the
first of which almost landed on the bed next to his
sexy mom. Manya did not realize what Deen was doing
but was lost in her own world of lust after all the
attention she got from her son. It did not bother her
mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got
her juices started all over again. Her right hand
rested again on her pussy through her transparent
saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete strokes
since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single
movement of his horny mother because he guessed what
she could be upto.

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After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to take a
walk to cool off. Binu had already gone off to his
friend's place. He whispered into his mother's ear
that he would be gone for an hour or so and Manya
nodded in her partial slumber. Deen took one look at
his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and
absolute beauty of her face. He also noted that her
saree had now gone right past her thighs to just a few
inches below her hot pussy. He left the house and
locked the door behind him before he burst a blood
vessel.

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the house, Manya
heard the front door ring again. Knowing that it was
her husband she rose and quickly went to open it. Desh
entered the house in a hurry but paused only for a
while to take in his wife'attire and dreamy look. In
that white saree she looked a dream. But the saree
looked like it would slip right off her body. He
caught her by the hips, surprising Manya. Instead of
the fondling and caressing which Manya expected, he
lifted the folds of the saree and tried to tuck them
higher around her waist. The saree refused to oblige
and he let it fall again. Manya held her husband by
the shoulder, hoping that his planned departure for a
week would make him a bit more romantic. But she was
disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the
bedroom to pack his bags. He took a few minutes and
came back again to the living room to give a brief
kiss to his stunning wife. Manya limply accepted the
kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after
which he left for his trip.Even those gallant attempts
she had made to stroke his dick through his trousers
did not jerk life into Desh. Life could not have got
more frustrating for the lovely wife.

Not wanting to allow depression to sweep her, she
readjusted her clothing around herself, slipped on a
petticoat underneath her white saree and a black bra
under her white blouse. She waited for Deen and Binu
to return.

Her two sons were happy when their mother suggested
that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to
take her mind off all things sexual. The three of them
reached the cinema house got their tickets. With Manya
in the middle, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful
Mom inside. A bunch of local youths gave catcalls when
they saw the sexy mother's lush ass sway away from
them in a mind blowing manner. Manya ignored them like
she always did. Inside, while watching the film, both
sons held their Mom's hands from either side
possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his
elbows frequently brushed against the sides of her
breasts. Manya relaxed against his elbow after a
while, engrossed in the film. Once in a while she felt
Binu's hands on her thighs whenever a funny scene came
on screen. He would just squeeze her thigh and remove
his hand. Manya became more and more aware of Binu's
hands after that. By the end of the film, Binu had
elbowed her tits almost throughout the film and
squeezed her inner thighs atleast seven to eight
times. Deen observed most of this and only kept
caressing his hard dick without his Mom's notice.
Manya was confused from all the happenings, but also
very wet between her thighs. Her body knew only one
way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting
copious love juices.

When the film ended they rose to leave. There was a
long and winding staircase leading to the outside.
Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's hand
and walked down the stairs alongwith the movie going
crowd. There were plenty of guys who were eyeing the
ample body of Manya and some of them came right behind
her and rubbed their dicks hard and swift against her
ass. Manya felt atleast five of them grind their dicks
into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her
asscheeks firmly and gave a couple of strong kneads.
Manya didn't want to create a scene there and silently
endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her
well stacked body with her sons right there. Deen
however was observing all the fondling and groping
being received by his luscious mother. It drove his
dick into overdrive and he stored some of the images
for masturbatory reference later in the night. If ever
there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to look
naked, then it was his mother's.

As Manya stepped off the last stair, she also felt her
rear getting its last anonymous grope and pawing.
Resigning herself to the situation she put her arms
around her two sons and the trio left for home. They
had a light dinner on reaching home and decided that
it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother
whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner,
Deen could sense his brother's restlessness and
eagerness to wind up his eating. He saw his Mom go to
her bedroom for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the brothers could see
that she had hardly changed. The sexy housewife had
merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in
that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to
the world. Binu cuddled up to his full bodied mother
and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly
button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing
shorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they
had switched off the lights and crept up to the
bedroom door which was unlocked. Through a small slit
at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a
nightlamp. He could make out their shifting and moving
forms and heard his beautiful Mom murmur many a time.
He didn't hear Binu's voice but only his mother's soft
moans and murmurs. His brother had one leg thrown over
his sexy Mom's hips. He was hugging into her from
behind, his head on her beautiful neck, his dick
pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered
only by a single layer of flimsy garment. His hand
which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all
over her huge, naked midriff. His Mom did not say
anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of
the night, at that moment, the telephone rang next to
Manya and her sleeping son. Deen continued watching
and hearing.

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Manya shifted herself onto her back and took the
receiver to her ear. Binu's head now rested right in
the center of her stomach, his lips just where he
loved, on her navel. Her saree pallu was off and flung
aside. It was Ram on the phone.

Manya felt the flow of blood quicken through her.
Binu's ministrations had been getting her hotter and
hotter but she could not stop him. She also realized
that she probably did not want to stop him. She was
fully wet from feeling his young cock against her full
ass and his eager stroking of her belly and hips added
fuel to her raging fires.

"Hi", she greeted in acknowledgement into the phone,
her voice sounding quite sexy and husky. Binu was busy
licking her navel and she had one hand lightly on his
head.

"I'm back here and wanted to tell you that we can meet
tomorrow", informed Ram in a gentle tone.

"Mmmmmm,", moaned Manya both as a reply and in
response to the darting probe which Binu's tongue had
just given to her belly button. Her juices were in
full flow now.

"Desh will be busy for atleast a week. I missed you
after that night", went on Ram, into Manya's ears.

"Same here. I miss you now," whispered Manya into the
phone, pressing her left hand over her breasts after
noticing that Binu's head was down on her belly,
licking and gnawing her flesh. She gave a gasp when
she felt her son's tongue rotate deeply in her navel.

"What happened, are you allright", enquired Ram on
hearing her gasp.

"Yes, I'm OK, dear," mumbled Manya, now feeling her
son's hands encircle her hips fully while he sucked
into her stomach. Her saree had slipped well below her
hips now from the top and she could feel Binu's hand
encounter her upper butt and cup the flesh warmly.
"Mmmmmm", she moaned, out of control again.

"Your voice is making me go wild. I am in orbit now
and stroking myself", said Ram lustily.

"Same thing is happening to me here", whispered the
horny housewife to her illicit lover while her son's
tongue continued to ravage her lush belly. His chest
was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered
whether he could feel her wetness. She was indeed
dripping now. Her left hand mashed her breasts over
her thin blouse and she tweaked her nipples by herself
and let out another long moan. Binu took it to be her
usual moan while he played around with his mother.

"Someday we must do it in office, on my desk", teased
Ram. That made Manya's blood rush and she barely
managed a reply trying to battle the impulses of her
son's licking of her navel. His hands were actually
now caressing the naked portion of her upper ass, the
closest he got so far. From a distance it apeared to
the watching Deen that his brother was actually
squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her pussy.
Her conversation awakened his curiousity and craned
his ear to listen.

"We will, I'm waiting for it," whimpered the horny
mother into the phone holding her son's head in total
arousal.

"And I want you to come braless to my office," said
Ram. "After fucking on my desk, I want you to slip
under it topless and begin a long blowjob. I'll
dictate a letter to my secretary as you blow me", went
on Ram. "Where would you like me to cum? Face or
mouth?"

"Mouth...", mumbled the overly aroused wife, her voice
breaking away as a flood of juices washed over her
insides. This last line did it to her.The searing lust
caused by her lover's lewd talk and her son's
continuous loving worship of her heated body carried
her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's
head hard as her juices oozed out of her pussy with a
force that wet her saree around her crotch. Binu
couldn't understand why his mother held his head so
hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest which
was pressed against his Mom's warm lap. The lap had
been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden
shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up
from four inches below her navel, past the huge belly
territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his
Mom's lovely face bearing a glazed look. She had
muttered a good night and tossed the phone away, her
face and chest panting. Binu saw his mother's glorious
boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He
looked down to where he was. His chest was against her
crotch and her saree was bunched up around her hips,
leaving her thighs fully naked. His cock ached and
throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had
followed parts of her intimate conversation. He gazed
at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the phone"?

Stunned to reality, the horny, adulterous mother
looked down at her son in her almost naked lap and
whispered softly, "Yes Binu, it was your father".

Her elder son, who was watching this explosive double
sourced orgasm of his oversexed mother from not very
far away and with a bursting dick, knew better than
that.

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The perversely thrilling sight of his sexy, half naked
mother getting an orgasm talking to her husband's boss
while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully
exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage dick into
overdrive. He groaned inwardly and ran into his
bedroom clutching his cock. He pulled out an old
photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that night
making sure that he came on his Mom's face in the
picture. His mother's wantonness flashed vividly
across, each time he masturbated. At the end of each
ejaculation he couldn't help wondering where his
oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he
wouldn't miss out on any of her adulterous escapades
in future.

The oversexed mother, in the meanwhile felt herself
sticky and wet both inside and outside. While her
gushing juices washed her insides, her younger son's
midriff and navel licking left her sticky all over the
middle. She looked down after her release to his head
which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep.
His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked
belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the
sheer white saree, which was wet around the crotch.
Both his hands were around her hips and his right hand
was infact cupping her exposed upper butt. For a
second she was ashamed of herself for orgasming right
when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the
shame turned to a wild pleasure. Binu's nibbling had
turned her fires on and she was in a sexual turmoil
when Ram's call came. His lewd talk was the trigger
she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed
herself to be swept over by the impulses. Now, after
her orgasm, she merely found her son to be cute in her
lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly
covered with almost her entire thigh region exposed.
She could feel her pussy spasm mildly against Binu's
chest and wondered how it would have been in the
course of her phone talk and orgasm. The thought made
the straying wife shiver. And the shiver brought out
some excess lust from her loins. She was still
troubled despite her release because she hadn't been
fucked. Her ripe body hadn't received its fuck
sedation. If anything she felt hornier than before.

Manya had gone off to a difficult sleep in the same
posture. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered
that Binu had now changed his position. His body had
drifted away but his head was now right on her crotch.
But he was fast asleep with a half smile on his lips.
Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she
remembered how busy her son's lips had been the
previous night. They seemed to want to simply devour
her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Binu
realised the effect his squeezing and kissing was
having on her. Somehow she still couldn't take his
acts to be outrightly sexual. But she conceded that
her son was indeed obsessed with her body, especially
her navel and ass. Gently she lifted her son's head
from her warm and damp pelvic area and placed it on
the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree
fall right off her juicy body onto the floor. Clad in
just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it
was half past five. The beautiful housewife went butt
naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She
realised it would be atleast an hour before either of
her sons woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she
re entered the bedroom in the same half nude state.
She put on a petticoat and a black bra. She wore the
same white saree and blouse over the undergarments and
decided to catch some fresh, early morning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into
the freshness of the dawn, towards the joggers park
situated about 100 yards from her house. Her white
saree highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her
squeezy waist flesh, while the black bra only served
to draw sharp attention to her beautifully shaped
breasts through the white blouse. Her navel was the
instant draw from the front, peering out invitingly
through the sheer white saree. Her rear view was
irresistible with her heavy buttocks swaying
provocatively with each step while her exposed upper
hips and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a
man's wet dream. To the secretly following Deen, his
mother looked like she was screaming to get bangd.

Manya felt more and more itchy between her thighs as
she walked. The nip in the air played with her skin,
making her nipples poke out sharply through her bra
and blouse. She was carrying the night's arousal in
her loins and her slow body sway suggested that she
was indeed in sexual need. Her son followed her from a
distance of about 50 metres, taking care not to be
observed. Every passerby turned and ogled the sexy
mother as she trudged along lazily. None believed that
she had come out for some exercise. On reaching the
park after giving scores of hard ons on the way, the
frustrated wife sought a slightly secluded spot and
sat in meditation posture under a tree. Almost
immediately she was greeted with a "Hello Mrs. M, good
morning"

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Looking up with a start, she saw Salman's father in
jogging attire. The stocky fifty year old man had been
lusting after her voluptuous body for a while now.
Manya also felt her flesh stiffen under his hot look.
She was silent as he sat next to her under the tree,
not more than a few inches from her.

"I see that your husband has left you alone to
nature," he said suggestively, not bothering about
niceties. Manya felt it may be due to the arrogance of
having seen his son fuck her.

"Yes", she sighed, and felt his strong and rough hand
on her shoulder. The warm touch made her loins wet and
her already aroused body responded on its own.

"It's a pity so much of beauty is being wasted. Let me
show you the new varieties of roses over there" he
pointed towards an even more secluded spot, holding
her waist in the same motion, as if to help her.

With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny
housewife rose and allowed herself to be led towards
the spot, his warm grip heating her body all over. She
blamed it on the early morning horniness, but gave in
to the older man's advances, recollecting his steely
grip over her waist, hips and wet ass during the Holi
dunking.

"It was you who set the ball rolling on Holi", she
told him softly. "Others wouldn't have grabbed me
otherwise".

"I'm sure you have no regrets Manya," said the older
man. "You won yourself a big lot of admirers".

"You mean horny admirers", she smiled, looking at his
bulging crotch. As was her habit, she didn't make any
move but only waited for his initiative.

"This dick hasn't turned limp since then Manya",
grunted the man as he fished out his cock and thrust
it into her unsuspecting hands.

Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his action and
the thickness of his dick. Her palm enclosed it well
and fully and the steely meat jerked eagerly in her
hands. A moan escaped her lips and she began a slow
jerking motion. Her body was hot now and her juices
began the outward journey down her lush thighs.
Salman's father was a man of little talk and all
action, which suited the straying wife well. He placed
his voluptuous target on the grass under the tree,
ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his
rough, firm hand to handle her body. She lay flat on
the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single motion, he lifted the white saree right
over the needy housewife's fair and creamy thighs and
grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a
little too loudly for safety. Her wetness surprised
the older man and the heat of her twat only made his
lust peak. He bent and thrust his thick cock into her
soaked pussy almost immediately. He began the hard
pumping, first in quick thrusts, which tapered into
gasping slower ones. His hands reached out and gripped
her aching breasts, making the flesh quiver. The horny
wife writhed under his onslaught and her passion rose,
making her hips rise to meet every thrust of her older
lover. The squishy sounds of his cock plundering her
cunt filled the silent air and even in that state, the
horny, adulterous woman hoped that they would not be
heard. She did not know however that her own son was
peeping and hearing, unseen from a distance, in a
state of extreme arousal and excitement.

The older man's thick cock pistoned in and out of
Manya's receptive pussy. The early morning dew soaked
the exposed part of the horny housewife's waist, back
and legs, which was a lot of her wholesome body at
that moment. She lay sprawled on the wet grass,
reasonably hidden, getting balled by the older man
whose son had fucked the daylights out of her
ravishing body just the previous day. The open air
fucking charged her lusty body into renewed vigour.
Manya raised her hips to meet every single thrust of
his with a force that surprised the stocky man. The
dick clasping power of the cheating wife below him
took the morning vigour out of him and in less than
five minutes, he was spurting out his semen, mashing
her full breasts savagely. The spurt of his cum hit
her deep inside and the beautiful woman got her day's
first seed blast in the early hours, when she was
lying half naked in the park, obscenely surrendering
her lush, horny body to Salman's father, while many
other housewives were taking brisk walks less than
twenty metres away.

As the older man rose from the sexy body he had just
plundered, he looked around cautiously for any
possible danger. Sensing none, he whispered to the
woman he had just fucked that he would leave first and
she could give a five minute lag before leaving
herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began
to gather her clothes over her wet thighs. The saree
was damp from the dew and so was the back of her
blouse. The damp saree stuck to the curves of her ass,
causing a very arousing crack. From a distance of
twenty metres, partially hidden, her son Deen felt
that his mother looked outrageously sexy and
positively vulgar at that time of the morning, with
the birds chirping around her. Her body looked so used
and incongruous with the fresh surroundings with all
the damp dirt on her. He did not see her getting her
day's first fucking, but he could hear it. He remained
in his vantage position even after Salman's father had
left. He saw his sexy mother adjust her saree and
recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman
and Sam emerge from another side of the park and move
towards the tree where Manyawas hidden behind. Deen
saw them have a brief discussion after which Salman
went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and
walked away, leaving the adulterous woman with Salman.
Deen could only view a part of the scene behind the
tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and bend her.
Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi upright
pose. He was on his knees, making thrusting movements,
prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous mother
was on all fours, getting fucked doggie style by the
young stud. This searing wantoness being displayed by
his horny mother drove Deen crazy and he began a long
and hard jerking of his dick, watching the facial
expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his
mother. All he could see was the absolute ferocity
writ large on Salman's face as he drove his cock deep
into Manya and literally pummelled her body into
submission.The passion was too high and he came much
earlier than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into
the bushes before him, quickly zipped up and made his
way out of the park home, thinking that it woud be
better to reach before his Mom returned from her early
morning escapade. He could distinctly hear Salman call
his mother a bitch as he rammed into her pussy from
behind.Theranting of Salman as he royally balled
Deen's mother like a cheap whore receded as Deen
walked away. On his return journey he saw many middle
aged women walking around, either with their husbands
or their dogs, revelling in the morning freshness. He
gave one last thought to his own lusty mother who at
that time was on all fours, her luscious ass high up
in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy
just a couple of years older than her son. Sensing
another erection he went home, entered through the
open kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother
to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched
unseen, not very far from the kitchen door, waiting
for Manya.

Manya's body was raised deliriously to a breathtaking
orgasm by the furious fucking given by Salman's young
cock. Being a bunny for the second fuck, the son's
cock came as a bonus to the sexy wife after the father
had pumped and filled her well. Holding her ample hips
and squeezing her swaying boobs occasionally the stud
spewed his semen into the horny's wife's greedy cunt
after ten minutes of furious fucking. Manya got her
day's second seed blast from Salman and it was not
even half past six in the morning.

Realising that the park would get more crowded from
now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would leave
first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the
sexy woman he had just fucked rise and leave slowly.
Her clothes were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to
her lower body, making a very provocative outline of
her well stacked body. Salman felt she looked erotic
in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave
her ass one full squeeze, making the well fucked wife
squeal in half surprise and half joy. Manya walked
right back to her house as steadily as she could, not
bothering to look at any of the onlookers. It was a
safe walk since daylight had begun to break out. In
that dirty, damp attire, strutting her well exposed
ravished body around could have led to gangbang if it
were moonlight instead of morning light. Her walk
carried a slow sway, imparting a sexy heave to her
hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was
walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to greet
Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not
stopping due to her unusual appearance. Sam's Doberman
growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife's
hips with his nose. He had smelled something that was
nice. He smelt a bitch between the well fucked
mother's thighs. Manya drew herself away from Sam and
his dog in alarm. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and
said "Don't worry Aunt Manya. I'll hold him while you
go"

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A relieved Manya thanked him and started towards her
house. She went around as intended to the kitchen
door, only to be grabbed by a pair of strong hands.
When she saw the milkman, the well used woman was in
no situation to respond. Her sons would be up and
about and she had to ready them for college.

"Not now. I've got to go", she pleaded and tried to
break away from his strong grasp on her full and lush
hips.

"When?", inquired the persistent stud, carrying on
uninterruptedly with his pawing.One hand moved from
her hips to her melon like tits which were already
well mauled so early in the morning.

Manya was amazed at his cockiness. She realized that
he felt she was an easy, willing lay. The thought
didn't disturb her, though the expanding range of her
admirers to cover milkmen made her a wee bit
uneasy.But she didn't dislike the strong grip on her
hips. Infact she felt a softening inside.

"Tomorrow", she said, weakly trying to free herself
from him.He really knew how and where to hold her.

Manya could not however prevent him from feeling her
up all over her stacked chest and hips for one full
minute before release. Red in face again, she blushed,
entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one look at her damp form, she realized that
she needed to change before attending to her motherly
duties of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to
her bedroom, she began stripping off her white saree
and entered her bedroom to find Binu still cuddled up
and asleep. She bent, gave him a light kiss on his ear
and whispered that it was time to wake up.

Binu slowly opened his eyes and saw a well rounded
cleavage staring into his face from a black bra and
white blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit
of his obsession, his mother's deep and juicy navel.
As he rose, it was right in front of his face. He
began with a deep, early morning navel kiss, making
his sexy mother squirm once again. When onto his feet,
he kissed her face and suddenly both mother and son
exchanged a quick lip to lip kiss. A pattern had been
set.

Giving him fifteen minutes to be ready for his bath,
Manya walked out towards Deen's room to check on him.
Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to gret her. He was
fresh except for his bath. Deen had to control another
rush of blood into his dick on seeing his mother in a
petticoat and blouse again. Her expansive belly bore
some scratch marks where the ground had grazed her
during those rousing sex sessions. Instinctively he
reached out to feel her waist around those marks.
Startled, Manya said, "I had slipped in the park
during my morning walk Deen. It should be OK by
tomorrow." Deen was happy that she had not lied
atleast about going to the park.

Like a dutiful mother, Manya prepared breakfast for
her two sons over the next half an hour and stepped
out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu call out
for a bath. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and
Deen ready to be bathed, except that Binu was naked
while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed mother
got down to bathing her sons, taking only a quick look
at Deen's crotch. He was half erect. And Binu was
limp. In the course of the bath she got around to soap
Binu's crotch. The moment her hand encircled his
balls, Binu's dick shot up in two seconds like a
serpent raising its hood. Controlling her raging
emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her
sons. Binu's dick remained at full length during the
entire course of the bath. Manya forced her eyes off
it, only to encounter Deen's hard on jutting out
through his briefs. Both brothers were trying to
maintain normalcy, though Deen's task was tougher.He
watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his
brother's cock, in the act of trying to rinse the soap
away. He did not wonder too hard why it took one full
minute to rinse it away. And now he also found it
normal to see his naked brother fiddling with his
mother's exposed navel very often during the session.
The sexy mother ended the bath and put the shower off.
Deen felt his mother's fingers graze against his cock
in a very light squeeze, but decided that it was by
accident. Ushering them out of the bath, Manya began
her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the
morning's adulterous traces. She felt her pussy lips
puffed up while soaping and a small tingle ran up her
spine as she soaped her erect nipples. The pressure of
the mauling given by the horny father and son still
lingered on her breasts and the hot feel of her son's
erect cock lingered on her dainty fingers. Her pussy
felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something
always seemed to happen after the hardest of fucks to
stoke her fires all over again. Even Deen, as he left
the bath knew that his horny Mom's day had only just
about started in that sense.

Feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out
nude into the bedroom, wiping her armpits and abdomen
along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between
her thighs and was beginning to enjoy the warmth, when
her son's shout for breakfast reminded her of duty
again. Morning sex made her lazy without doubt.No
having the time to decide on clothes, she slipped on a
white petticoat and a black blouse. As usual, she tied
the petticoat five inches below her belly button and
kept the top two buttons of her low cut blouse undone.
This was as good as her standard attire whenever hubby
was away. She felt free and comfortable and didn't
have to change unless she had to go out. She went to
the dining area towards two hard dicks, one of which
went with a pair of eager hands. As she served Binu,
he kept playng with her waist, squeezing the sides and
poking her navel atleast five times during the meal.
Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all
the feels and gropes of her younger son. Once she even
laughed and ruffled his hair. But it was not fun and
games for her pussy. A slow fire had started.

Once her children had left, the amorous wife flopped
on the couch and slipped into a short siesta. She
stirred when she heard the doorbell ring. Her hand
automatically went to her pussy. Every sound of any
bell was something of a wake up call for her pussy.
And the short nap had introduced a gentle tingle in
her loins. Caressing herself between her thighs, she
went towards the door ans paused for a while, as if
unwilling to leave her pussy.

"Who's it?' called out the horny wife, softly.

"It's me Sam," came the reply, much to the sexy
mother's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the
door, only to withdraw her hand from her mound with a
start. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for
her appearance Manyaran into the bedroom. Sana watched
Sam ogling her her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya
returned wearing a dark blue saree over her petticoat.
She was still braless and Sana could clearly make out
her pert nipples poking right out of the blouse and
through the saree. Sana felt outrightly jealous of the
voluptuous older woman. She looked a bundle of sexual
energy and radiated 'fuckability' , unlike herself.
With such thoughts in her mind, she opened a small
envelope and showed it to Manya saying,

"Aunt Manya, I want you to see and comment on these
pictures which Sam took of me", she said. "These are
for my college audition. I want your suggestions so
that Sam can reshoot them if necessary."

Manya took one look at the slender form of the girl in
the pictures and decided that her body was not
captured at the right angles. She suggested that a
long side profile would make her look taller and
highlight her butt better. After a few such
suggestions, Sam suddenly said "Aunt Manya, maybe you
should model and show the pose which would suit Sana
better"

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After a moment's hesitation, Manya agreed, with the
comfort that she was fully dressed. Sam had the sexy
wife stretch and lift both her hands while he shot her
sideways from a distance of ten feet, kneeling as he
did so. He showed her the polaroid pic moments later.
Both Sana and Manya marvelled at the pic. While Manya
appreciated the picture quality, Sana gaped in awe at
the sheer majesty and sensuality of Manya's body in
the snap. The flesh of her full midriff was exposed
sideways and her navel appeared sexily stretched with
Manya's hands up in the air. Manya's ass curvature was
roundly highlighted, making her look delectably
erotic. She was well exposed despite being dressed and
Manya blushed as she saw her snap as also Sana's
adoring look. Sam took the next picture from the other
side and this time he focussed on the beautiful
mother's half exposed bosom. Her saree top had slipped
slightly aside and this enabled him to capture the
nipple poking out through the thin, braless blouse.
Manya did not notice her exposed side until she saw
the snap. She looked awesomely erotic. Her face looked
radiant and bore the well fucked glow from the
morning. Her lips looked full and inviting. Both the
pictures put together, she looked hot and in heat.
Sana realised the impact the sexy Manya was having on
her boyfriend. She told him that they had to go
shopping and tried to drag him out of the house.sam
left the two pics with Manya saying, "Mrs. M, your
pictures exude beauty. You'll be a natural hit for
certain kinds of modelling." Sana went ahead faster
and when Sam was leaving the door, Manya whispered to
him,

"What kinds of modelling Sam" The posing had got her
all hot and bothered and being something of an
exhibitionist, she wondered if she would have allowed
Sam to go on with his shoot if Sana wasn't around.

"Different kinds. I'll show you after an hour" he
whispered, giving the sexy, horny mother a quick kiss
on her lips as he rushed out towards his waiting
girlfriend.

The beautiful woman at the door was all charged up as
she saw the couple leave. Hands cupping her moist
pussy, she kept looking until they disappeared from
sight. She was restless for the next hour. She could
feel the heat within herself rising to form a furnace
in her cunt. Looking at her own pictures, she realised
what the men lusted after. She couldn't help admiring
her own ample ass and superbly curved waist which
retained its curvature despite its size. She realised
what Binu liked too as she stared at her own midriff
and navel.

"Goodness Manya, you horny woman, you are turning your
sons crazy", she thought. "You are bound to get fucked
soon at this rate", she thought to herself. Her pussy
caressing soon shifted gears to masturbatory mode and
soon she was sprawled on the couch, petticoat off, her
right hand digging furiously into her pussy. She
writhed and moaned about as her fingers toyed with her
clit and soaked cuntlips. The air around her felt too
hot and her body ached for a hard dick to silence her
throbbing vagina. As if in answer the doorbell rang
and was accompanied by Sam's voice even before she
could call out. With a sense of joy and bursting
passion, she ran towards the door with only her blouse
on, hands thrusting into her pussy and opened the
door. Sam stared at the heaving, horny wife before
him. His young eyes and cock took in the vulgar, sexy
sight of the near nude, shameless mother whose face
seemed to beg for his dick. He moved in and closed the
door behind him, dropping his bag on the floor.

The passionate duo slumped to the ground barely two
feet from the door. Manya could not wait longer. She
fell backwards on the floor and spread her thighs
apart lewdly, spreading her cuntlips open. Bending his
head, Sam stared at the openly spread pussy before
him. They were pink, wet and swollen. He could sense
their throbbing even without touching them. The black
pubic hair glistened from the wetness spread by the
over aroused wife. Manya's hands were continuously
stroking the lips even as she held them open for Sam
to lick, fuck, do anything. Somewhere in his mind came
the thought that this lusty woman's pussy would make a
great close up shot. Shutting it out of his mind, he
positioned himself before the widespread housewife and
thrust his bursting cock in one single go into that
adulterous, soaked cunt. The motions that followed
were hard, quick and continuous. The sounds that
followed were passionate, loud and guttural. The
orgasm that came was huge, convulsive and drenching.

The lusty, partly satisfied housewife lay naked next
to her door, having been majestically fucked by her
young neighbour. Sam had ripped off her blouse in the
course of their hot and fast fucking and she was now
lewd and nude, sprawled on the floor with Sam still
holding her ass, stroking the cheeks gently. They all
loved Manya's ass, both before and after fucking it
off her.

Sam, the artistic lover, slowly moved his face between
the luscious mother's wet thighs. They were still
quivering mildly as his lips traced their way along
their inner fleshiness. She smelled beautiful despite
the fucking. His lip movements stirred the well fucked
woman. Her hips began to heave slightly. Sam inhaled
the aroma of her violently fucked pussy, making the
sexy wife writhe again. He placed his face at the
entrance of her cunt and lightly lapped at her lips,
cleaning all the fluids that decorated them. Manya was
moaning now all over again as her young lover licked
her ravaged pussy clean. She held his head lightly as
his face gradually buried itself between her thighs.
The horny, beautiful wife felt very well loved and
cared for. Sam was so unlike the others she thought.
He loved her body and continued to worship it even
after fucking it thoroughly. Her heart began to melt
while her pussy began to boil once again. Then she
heard Sam mutter from her bush,

"Aunt Manya, you have a lovely, full pussy. It's so
pink, ripe and dripping. Like Mother' Nature's
treasures".

"Uhmmmmm," Manya gushed at the praise being showered
by the sensitive boy. Her heart leapt with joy and her
eyes glowed warmly. She went soft as his lips once
again delved into her cunt. She spread her legs apart
fully in complete, willing surrender to his licking
and nibbling when he said,

"It will make the world's best and erotic picture Aunt
Manya," he whispered into her cuntlips.

"What Sam," gasped the hot housewife as her blood
raced though her lush body.

"Your pussy, Aunt Manya," whispered the artistic
teenager raising his head from the sexy wife's bush.
"Can I photograph it?"

"Maybe laaaater Sam," whimpered the fully aroused
woman. "First lick me till I cum", she sobbed and
begged.

"Sure Aunt Manya", said the victorious teenager. He
had got the beautiful mother to agree for a pussy shot
by zeroing in during her weakest moment. Without a
moment's delay he dipped his head right into her
dripping twat and licked and nibbled away into the
horizon as the lusty mother quivered, moaned and
writhed, grasping his head hard all the while.