Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 39

The young photographer licked and sucked the
housewife's pussy keeping his hands around the ripe
swell of her hips. He kept kneading her naked hips
during his entire tongue act. The naked wife and
mother twisted and turned on the bare floor right next
to her main door in maddened lust. Her body tuned
deliciously wild and Sam's slow licking only
manipulated her desire to hitherto untouched levels.
For fifteen full minutes Sam didn't lift his head from
the beautiful woman's juicy snatch. For those full
fifteen minutes Manya squirmed and squirmed in
mounting ecstasy, unable to believe these new peaks of
pleasure. It was the first genuine attempt made by any
male to give her hot pussy this kind of a loving
tongue treatment. Sam seemed to be in love with her
pussy. Her cuntlips were being kissed with greater
passion and care than any woman's facial lips. In
between she felt Sam raising his head from her snatch
to look at her beautiful face. She saw that his face
was covered with her oozing sexual juices and he wore
a look of awe. Manya's heart gushed out with a
fondness that she never felt throughout her frustrated
life. She kept rubbing his head softly, moaning to
indicate her appreciation as the young artist carried
her rhythmically towards a searing orgasm. When Manya
climaxed, she wrapped her thighs tightly around Sam's
face in a possessive grip and wailed out her release,
sobbing when the last few spasms left her sweaty body.
The mischievous teenager and the horny mother remained
in that posture for a full ten minutes. Manya didn't
want to release his head until Sam rose by himself.
Sam just didn't feel like leaving that pink, aromatic,
sloppy zone which he had reduced to a throbbing,
puffed up mess. Then the clock struck to announce it
was eleven am. The licentious couple stirred and rose,
exchanging a mild burst of laughter.

The sticky and nude mother looked absolutely ravishing
as Sam continued to survey her wholesome body. Manya
rose and suddenly sat back again, reclining against
the wall next to the main door. She felt a bit weak in
the legs. Sam stared at the well fucked form of the
beautiful woman more out of astonishment than any
other feeling. The more her body was pleasured, the
more she glowed. He felt that she was created for sex.
His eyes fell onto the horny woman's inner thighs and
the junction. The area was sticky and wet. Manya was
feeling her cuntlips with a smile on her face, keeping
her eyes closed. She looked like she was reliving the
last one hour in her mind. Sam felt that her body and
face could be the best specimen for any class on
erotica. He shifted closer to the sexy wife and kissed
her lips softly. That made Manya open her eyes and
look lovingly into his eyes. She had a look of deep
gratitude on her face as she kept kissing him. Sam
hugged her naked body closer to his and licked her
face all over, taking away the sweat beads. Manya
hugged him even closer, loving his attention. Her face
looked very angelic and lovable with the contented
glow. Very slowly Sam reached into his bag and fished
out his polaroid camera. In one smooth motion he
clicked her beautiful face in a frontal view. Manya
smiled indulgently while he clicked and this made her
face even more desirable. She saw the picture when he
handed it to her. She looked absolutely angelic in her
contentment. Her eyes glowed warmly and her cheeks had
the cream of satisfaction. There was a certain quality
of moistness in her lips and at the time of clicking
Manya may have been biting her lower lip. The effect
was astounding. Sam felt that if any face could
represent the freshly fucked glow, then it was the
face in this picture. He asked Manya whether he could
keep this picture since it was only her face. The
naked housewife smiled and nodded.

Sam sensed that Manya was now in the right mood to
fulfill her promise. Working on the sexy woman's pussy
had gradually generated a loving fondness for her in
him and he decided that there was no spot on earth
more heavenly and intoxicating than the V between the
voluptuous mother's thighs. His passion for her pussy
grew stronger and stronger and now he placed his
fingers again on her fully drenched mound and said,
"Aunt Manya, I'll take one snap of your lovely pink
pussy". He was playing with the outer lips as he
asked.

In the last hour, Manya developed so much love for Sam
that he could have asked for anything and got it. She
moaned out a loving, "Yes Sam. But I hope my face
won't show".

"Not at all Aunt Manya. I'll only take close ups",
replied Sam, increasing the pressure of his fingers
and subtly indicating to the wildly aroused woman that
he would be taking more than one picture.

"OK Sam. But go and keep the kitchen door open just in
case the doorbell rings and you have to make a quick
exit", she whispered. Sam nodded and left for the
kitchen stark naked. Manya let out a regretful sigh as
the teenager's hand left her sloppy pussy. She
replaced the gap with her own fingers and caressing
herself till Sam returned. Sam found that the kitchen
door was already open. "Manya may not have realised
that she'd kept it open", he reasoned and went back to
the nude housewife by the main door. He didn't mention
to her, as an unnecessary detail, about the kitchen
door being open and proceeded to resume his warm up
act on the horny woman's cunt.

Both the cheating wife and the opportunist teenager
didn't know that the kitchen door was open because
Manya's voyeur son Deen had sneakily opened it before
leaving for college that morning. He understood that
his horny mother had a sexually active day ahead and
he wasn't going to miss it even if he had to miss
classes. He ran back as soon as he could and crept
into the house silently to spy on his mother's
adultery. By the time he came and sneaked into his
room without being heard, Sam was pumping into his
lusty Mom and they appeared close to orgasm. He saw
his Mom through her third seed blast of the day and
stared on in fascination at the sublime cunnilingus
that followed. Sam was at work like a master lover
reducing his mother to a quivering throbbing mess in
his hands. Deen jerked off twice throughout Sam's
tongue ravishing of his Mom's beautiful pussy. Though
from a distance, it was the first time he had such a
clear, prolonged view of his mother's hungry, pink and
beautiful cunt. And she had simply spread it open for
Sam to do anything he pleased. Deen was seeing new
peaks in his mother's nymphomania. Looking at Sam
lapping and fingering her, he thought that Sam was
doing what he himself would have loved to do. He loved
his mother and loved his mother's pussy too. But he
could never think of fucking her. Licking her pussy
was not only well within his domain but the teenage
son thought that he could actually express his love
this way. He imagined himself in Sam's place,
manipulating his mother's cunt to higher and higher
levels of debauched submission. His eyes were glued to
the nakedly licentious duo next to the main door.

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Sam knelt on his belly, flat on the ground and brought
his camera close to the housewife's pussy. Placing it
at an angle that would focus right onto her pink
opening, he rose on his knees and whispered into the
horny woman's ear after a minute's pussy fondling,
"Aunt Manya, use your fingers to spread those lovely
lips open". Manya responded immediately to spread her
lips as if in a trance. Sam clicked the first picture
and left the camera where it lay. He rose towards
Manya's face and this time kissed her earlobe and
cheeks. His hand first caressed her cuntlips again and
suddenly moved up to her trembling breasts. Tweaking
one nipple Sam said slowly "Now Manya, spread them
once more". The horny housewife complied again. Sam
took the second picture. Immediately Sam began kissing
the sexy mother all over her face, wetting her eyes,
lips and cheeks. Manya simply closed her eyes and
allowed Sam a free hand on her body. Her watching son
observed that his mother's hand never left her soaked
pussy after each snap. Deen was amazed at Sam's
mastery over his nude mother's mind. Sam had
understood that the way to Manya's heart was through
her pussy. In half jealousy and full arousal, Deen
witnessed his neighbour friend photgraph his naked
mother's pussy, feeeling her up between shots to
maintain her arousal and state of mind. Towards the
end of the session Sam would actually lap at her
widespread pussy between shots, squeezing her breasts
with his hands, mumbling his appreciation and praise
on the horny woman. His beautiful mother however,
simply moaned and writhed though the session. She was
never allowed to think. Deen saw that for the last few
shots, she was actually flat naked on the floor, her
knees bent, with her hands spreading her pussy lips
for Sam. She looked every inch a cheap pornstar to her
son. And her son was readying himself for one last
jerk off when Sam suddenly asked, "Aunt Manya, can I
take the last shot with my usual camera and not the
polaroid?"

Manya looked down at Sam's face burid between her
crotch. After he spoke, he had resumed his tongue
lashing of her ravaged cunt. The strokes were making
her swollen lips ooze and tingle. She found all her
defences broken down by his expert licking. "Yes", she
gasped aloud. But only my...", her voice trailed off.

"Only your pussy Aunt Manya. Only your beautiful
pussy," mumbled Sam in assurance. Deen saw Sam take
the last few licks of his juicy cunted mother before
bringing out his regular camera for a well zoomed
close up. He clicked and bent to kiss the widespread,
obliging housewife, his hands once again resuming a
cunt caress. The submissive housewife yielded
gratefully to his touch after being at the receiving
end of his pussy worship. Sam's heart gushed with
fondness and love too for this lovely mature woman.
She had indulged his every fancy in the course of
their adulterous mating. He realised that he was
indeed obsessed with her wet and lusty cunt with its
intoxicatingly musky aroma.

Manya however was writhing a lot. All the attention on
her pussy with the kisses, licks and caresses had
stoked her fires to burning levels. The photo session
brought a rousing thrill to the whole morning's lust,
making Manya's ripe body swell in the glow of
appreciation. Her desire to be craved for had been
fulfilled. But her desire to have the newly stoked
fires extinguished rose. It rose and rose, making her
writhe before Sam on the floor, with a pleading look
in her eyes. With a full hard on, Sam stared at the
beautiful, naked woman rolling on the floor before
him. Her position was lewd but she looked beautiful
and divine in hernude, outstretched state. Her body
throbbed with need and on that voluptuous body,
quenching that need was also a divine duty. As Deen
watched, Sam got behind his mother's upturned ass and
helped her into a doggie posture. Manya whimpered and
moaned into position, even wiggling her ass in
urgency. She was on fire and her anatomy ached for
plunder. And Sam began the plunder.

As her young son stroked his dick, the sexy mother got
balled by his friend right on the floor, perilously
close to the main door. To her son's absolute delight,
Sam was fucking her doggie style. Like a true bitch,
Manya wailed and screamed through a rather noisy fuck.
Sam was simply ramming it in with his hands mauling
her heaving breasts. Her hot body was getting the
treatment it craved for. The sensitive lover turned
animalistic and the demure housewife turned whorish.
Deen's masturbatory strokes matched the intensity of
Sam's fucking of his lusty Mom. He had come to fathom
her fuck momentum with every lover. He knew her peaks,
he knew the crescendo and he knew when the climax
would come. All three climaxed together. The artist
photographer gave the hot mother her fourth seed blast
of the day and his second. His spurt hit Manya's
greedy pussy deep and hard. It mingled with her own
hot secretions and oozed out copiously from her gash.

The mating couple lay exhausted but satiated on the
living room floor, while the voyeur son shot off into
thin air, feeling as contented for his own sex starved
mother as for himself. He looked at his mother. His
eyes went first to her thighs. His loving mother never
looked more dirty and vulgar. Her entire body was
naked and moist as she lay on her back next to the
main door. The area around her well fucked pussy was
covered by a mixture of juices. Her head was half
turned towards an equally naked Sam, smiling softly.
Her face resembled a well fucked angel's face. Sam
thought so too because Deen saw him lean across and
kiss his mother on her lips and eyes, in a slow and
lingering manner. One hand of his rested on her pussy
lips while Manya's hand caressed it lovingly. They had
bonded beautifully and for the first time Deen felt
fully jealous. And hard.

The clock struck to show that it was 1 pm. Manya
realised she had done nothing since dawn other than
getting fucked. She felt she was luckier than most
women. So did Deen. Sam gave a small squeeze to
Manya's mound as if to announce his departure, making
the horny wife squeal softly and huskily. Sam knew she
still had it in her. Manya felt the same too but was
reminded that she had to prepare lunch and wait for
her hungry kids to arrive. Since the doorbell didn't
ring till then, Manya decided to see off Sam through
the main door. Sam rose and dressed at quick speed,
gathering his stuff. Manyawaited, naked on the floor,
her head resting against one bent elbow. Deen stared
again at his erotic mother's superb curvature. Her
glorious ass was towards him. No wonder Sam and the
others couldn't get enough of her, he thought to
himself, fondling his dick as he gazed at her nudely
laid out body. Manya rose as Sam reached the door.
They kissed long and hard at the door and Deen once
again started growing hard as his nude mother was
again fondled while being kissed. Sam reched below to
her bush and gave a sharp squeeze saying, "Aunt Manya,
your pussy close up will be awesome without this
bush."

A gasping Manya held his hand right on her pussy and
whispered, "It's your pussy. You do the shaving and
clicking". This made Sam kiss her passionately again,
squeezing her juicy ass at the door. They were kissing
noisily as Manya opened the door and even as he was
half outside it. For a fleeting second Deen saw that
his Mom stood naked right on the threshold of the main
door getting her last kiss and pussy caress of the
morning from Sam.

"Phew, what a horny woman", thought Deen, feeling
harder than ever.

The adulterous woman slowly rolled her nude body
across the room and sat on the couch for a while. She
decided not to bathe because she loved the linger of
Sam's lips and tongue in her pussy. She could still
feel his tongue despite the hammering taken by her
steamy cunt in full blown bitch style. She needed just
a few minutes of rest before launching onto her
motherly duties. Deen was waiting for her to go to any
other room before he could leave through the kitchen
door. Suddenly the phone rang. Deen saw his Mom reach
nakedly for the phone, hand in pussy.

"Good afternoon Ram", called out Manya cheerfully. "I
knew you'd call sometime today".

Deen suddenly felt a stab in his loins, remembering
their conversation of the earlier night and its
outcome on his horny mother. "Oh sure", he heard his
Mom tell his father's boss. "See that I'm picked up",
she said and wound up, her hand moving a bit more
vigorously in her pussy. After a few hard digs, she
forced herself out from her pussy centric behaviour
and decided to bathe since Ram had wanted to see her
that afternoon. Her pussy tingled at the thought that
she and her husband's boss were taking full advantage
of his absence. Deen saw his nude, well ravished
mother walk slowly and sexily into her bedroom and
waited until he heard the bathroom door close. Quickly
he ran out of his room and right out of the open
kitchen door. He exited the main gate and walked
slowly towards the marketplace wanting to give his
tired Mom atleast half an hour. He ran into Salman,
who was escorting his sister around the shops. Salman
greeted him. Everyone liked the softspoken Deen. Deen
felt that Salman was being extra nice to him and extra
familiar out of the confidence of having fucked his
mother. He wished him back, observed the slight sway
of Sana's perky boobs and walked away smiling. None
could match his mother's full, voluptuous and
outrightly fuckable body.

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For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life out
his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from
his crotch. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her
breasts sucked and crushed by his younger brother
while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her
naked, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she
had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an orgasm
in obscene horniness. The last lingering image of his
juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heaving,
voluptuous, fully exposed body being fully felt up by
her son Binu. Her trembling breasts, wet face,
glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely
covering her crotch, flashed in a quick sequence
before his wild eyes at the climax of every frig. With
the final image of his lusty mother fully naked and
embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely
disturbed sleep. He was sure there would be a time
when she would manage to talk to her Dad on the phone
while some man fucked her brains out doggie style. He
only hoped he would be able to watch her.

Manya felt the last burst of her orgasm leave her
body. She looked down first at her son and then at
herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her bosom
and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked
like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked
at herself, she realized with a shock as to how
exposed she was. Her entire front was open right down
to her bush and the saree was bundled up around her
pussy, leaving everything below open and bare from her
fleshy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt
she looked quite vulgar lying like this next to her
son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected
what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit
damp from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of
her full breasts still retained his squeeze pressure
and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her lush body
around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya's eyes
drifted to her pelvic area and the mess startled her.
Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp
all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her
little son began to sink into the voluptuous mother
and wife. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed
her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had
established his territorial rights on almost every
inch of her generous body and she had allowed it.
Manya felt that there was no way she was going to
rebuff him.

"The greatest discipline was self discipline", she
kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied
his normal urges. Manya knew that such urges were
normal in boys and that it was dangerous to rebuff
them because of the possible psychological
repercussions on them. Moreover she was sure that he
would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As
a mother she had deep love for her sons and was sure
that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his
love, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu
needed some indulgence and pampering through this
phase. And it only made her feel sexier, better and
more desirable. There was nothing which turned on
Manyamore than the knowledge that someone lusted after
her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did
not go through this phase with her body. The thought
made her a bit concerned about her elder son's
normalcy and she decided to take a closer look at him
from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the
excitement of feeling and sucking his mother's breasts
drained him mentally. It was his first encounter with
his mother in a bare, physical sense. He loved what he
felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle his hair
and shifted her body down to settle down beside him.
She readjusted her saree to cover her buttocks and
thighs and slept with her back to her son. She tried
hard to sleep but remained a few steps short of
slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's
hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came
around her naked waist as it always did, towards her
navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right
leg moved over her hips and rested there. Manya could
directly feel the impact of his dick against her full
and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing
too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her navel in a
slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself
at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass
against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable
impulses in her navel to take over. But she stiffened
again when she felt his dick throbbing against her
butt. It's heat and hardness permeated through his
shorts and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu
was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock
against her heated asscheeks, but the aroused mother
was sure that her ass heat was interacting with his
young dick through the sheer garment supposedly
covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further
when she felt his dick throb intensify wildly. In
astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against
her hot ass without any movement or thrust from his
side. She realised he was dreaming about the ample
body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom.
The throbbing against her ass continued like an
automatic motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating
against the object of his dreams, making the subject
of his lusty dream quiver and squirm against it. Manya
stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she
felt a spasming pressure on them. The spasms were
followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened
the rear of her saree. With a shock the sexy mother
realised that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She
remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to
feel the waves of release ebb out. For five minutes
after feeling the last weak throb, Manya remained in
that posture to allow her son's body to regain
blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached behind and felt the
saree around her ass, taking care not to disturb his
leg over her naked hips. She realised that her saree
rode upto the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her
son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya
felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the
threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had
happened, the sexy woman smiled to herself. It was a
day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam,
plundered by a few others and finally her own son was
giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained
herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping
son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and
son.

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Chapter 42
 

The car took Manya not to her husband's office but to
Ram's guest apartment situated about fifteen minutes
away from her house. She was led by the driver Alex
into Ram's fifth floor apartment. Alex closed the door
after ushering the sexy wife in and left her alone
with his waiting boss. Ram's smiling face welcomed the
beautiful wife and she once again discovered how nice
she felt with him. She was not given an opportunity to
think further when she felt Ram's gentle but strong
hands on her waist, drawing her close to him for a
kiss. Their kiss was deep, wet and long. Slowly Ram
withdrew his hands and moved them to her ass. He
cupped and squeezed the juicy cheeks as he kissed his
employee's adulterous wife. The willing wife opened
her mouth and moaned out amorously, enjoying every bit
of his ardour. After minutes of kissing, Ram tugged
her saree of her lush body and felt her belly all
over. He revelled in its creaminess and exposed
sensuality. The horny woman moaned further and reached
out for Ram's fly and unzipping him, took out his
erect organ. The mutual heat was on as she stroked its
length and breadth with her soft fingers. She heard
him let out a mild roar as he placed her on the bed in
his bedroom. His hands stripped the housewife of her
blouse and bra and once again Manya was bare ass
naked, as she loved to be and preparing for another
fucking, which was what she loved again. Ram's love
making this afternoon was gentler and more romantic.
He pumped at a stedy pace and adjusted his pumping to
her body language. When he felt her quicken, he raised
his own tempo and when he felt she was trying to delay
the orgasm, he slowed down in understanding. Manya
squirmed in surprise at his finesse, the extra flow of
juices making his cock movement sloppier. With squishy
sounds the well matched, beautiful but cheating couple
reched a thundering climax. The thunder came at the
very end while the process was gradual and
mindblowing. Manya received her fifth seed blast of
the day.

Lying naked again in a strange bedroom, the well
ravished woman stirred when she heard Ram talking over
the phone. He seemed a bit agitated. She tried to
cover herself when he came back to her but Ram reached
down, gave her a quick kiss and squeeze of her heaving
boobs saying, "Manya my love. I'll have to leave right
now for an emergency meeting. Alex will leave me at
the office and come back to drop you home. Please
understand." The naked wife could only nod as she had
no other option. She remained in the bedroom and
watched Ram dress hurriedly and leave. "Alex will be
here in half an hour," were Ram's parting words.

Dressing up, Manya spent the next half an hour
watching television. Her body was fine except for a
bit of fatigue. She was only feeling dejected at the
manner in which she was dumped by her husband's boss.
She loved being fucked but for the first time she felt
that she was used. The hurt was not deep because she
knew Ram's nature. But at that moment she fought off
those impulses to feel normal in that new surrounding.
There was a knock on the door and Alex entered with
his key.

"Shall we leave Maam'" he asked, remaining at the
door. Manya nodded and rose to leave. But either due
to her fatigue or due to her momentary feeling of
dejection, she felt a light dizziness in her head and
staggered in her step, falling right back in the
process. Alex rushed to her side and held her firmly
by her waist and back to steady her. His steely grip
brought strength to the beautiful wife and she allowed
herself to be held by this dark and exciting driver.
Alex made her sit on the sofa but still kept his hand
on her exposed, curvy waist. His eyes were looking
straight into her cleavage since the saree top had
fallen off during her fall. Manya shivered again. Alex
felt the change in the lady's body. He had been
through innumerable experiences with his playboy boss'
women. But he had never run into anyone as hot and sex
crazed as this woman before him. She radiated sexual
energy like none he knew. He could understand why his
employer lusted after her. His grip on her waist had
been continued deliberately and he also managed to
graze her thigh with his dick before making her sit.
The feel of his hot dick was too much for the
nymphomaniac wife and mother. It burned right through
her saree and her upper body warmed up in a mild
tremble. Alex got his signal and without a word, he
removed his pants and fished out his cock. A watching
Manya gasped at the sight. It had to be atleast 9
inches long and on his strong and rigid frame, it
displayed a power that made her loins itch and pussy
gush. The juice flow began on its own, wetting her
cunt walls to serve notice. When his hand reached down
to lift her saree over her thighs she didn't resist.
When he turned her around on the sofa and smacked her
rounded, full ass, she didn't resist. But when the
hard bodied driver shoved his blood engorged cock into
her pussy from behind, the nympho wife screamed. The
size was new to her and it stretched her boiling cunt
like never before. The scream turned to a cry and then
to a grunt and finally to a moan in a matter of sixty
seconds. In those sixty seconds the well endowed
driver eased his cock gently and rotated it within the
horny wife's twat, allowing the lubricaton of her
soaked pussy to spread and take over. It did, and much
to the aroused woman's frenzied delight, he began his
pistoning in and out of her greedy cunt. His movements
were strong and jolted Manya's body with each thrust.
She was feeling the fuck pressure like never before.
Her pussy was being ploughed andreamed mercilessly.
Bolts of lust ran all over her lush body. She felt she
could get electrocuted with lust. The impact of the
dark driver's assault on her seething love tunnel sent
her reeling on the sofa. He was slapping her
buttcheeks, mashing her breasts over the blouse and
gradually began to rant as he fucked her furiously. It
was high voltage fucking which threatened to send the
voluptuous, hot bodied housewife into a coma. Despite
all the fucking she received in the course of her
adulterous day, this fucking got the reserve juices
flowing all down her thighs, drenching the furniture
around. She mewled and gruntedwith each thrust,
exhorting him to fuck her harder. That drove the dark
man to pump his fair bitch even faster. He literally
pounded and balled Manya's brains out during a fifteen
minute explosive burst of fucking.

When he felt the horny wife's ct clasp his cock
stronger, he sensed that the bitch benath him was
close to coming. He ground his pelvis into her ass
harder and harder. Manya's eyes looked like they would
pop out of their sockets with the explosive action
that her pussy was getting. Her blood vessels were
almost about to burst when she felt her release escape
her control. She came and came in a series of
thrilling orgasms while Alex's long and thick cock
spewed loads and loads of cum deep into her hungry
pussy. The quantity was such that drops leaked in a
strong flow right out of her hole to drip down her
fully fleshed thighs and wet the sofa below. About
five minutes later, the Manya felt his cock get
uncunted with a pop sound. Her pussy felt a sudden
gush of breeze hitting it. Such was the gap created by
Alex's huge cock. Manya rached out behind her and
softly felt the remnants of her day's sixth seed
blast. Her whole pussy and outer ass was wet. The
cuntlips were swollen and sore. But she smiled to
herself and felt themlovongly. She brought her cum
soaked fingers to her face and licked them lovingly.
Turning around the horny mother gazed with fondness
into her plunderer's eyes. her fingers still in her
mouth, nibbling them. With one hand she reached out
for his dick and gave it a small squeeze in
appreciation. She received a shock to see it grow
rapidly in her hand. The feeling both thrilled her and
alarmed her.

"When do you have to go back to Ram, Alex", she asked
in a hoarse whisper.

"Anytime after dropping you home Mrs. M," replied the
faithful driver. "Mr. Ram asked me to take take care
of you and see you home safe and sound".

"Mmmmm, moaned the lusty wife, now feeling his cock at
full length in her hands. "We'll leave after I take
care of this", she husked, taking the hard, strong,
cum coated cock of the chauffeur right into her mouth.
The horny, shameless wife sucked, gobbled and treated
his cock like royalty until he came. She made sure she
swallowed half his spurts and took the rest of the
spray all over her beautiful face, rubbing the cream
in slow massaging motions. She gushed with gratitude
and decided not to wash her face for the rest of the
day and night.

Cocksucking was an act of thanksgiving and not
foreplay for the well stacked Manya. She was luckier
than the less sexy of her tribe. With her dripping
sexiness and overt horniness, she could afford to
address a dick only after getting fully pleasured by
it.

There was no further event as Alex dropped Manya home.
On reaching the house he gave a small pat on her full
backside through the thoroughly dishevelled saree and
felt her asscheeks quiver. Manya smiled at him in
indulgence, feeling those minor kneads at the right
places on her asscheeks and went quickly into the
house without turning back. Like all others, Alex
started his car only when he saw the last glimpse of
the housewife's now famous rear and well stacked hips
disappear into her house.

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Deen was not surprised to see his mother's dishevelled
look. His only doubt was whether the chauffeur had
also fucked her in addition to Ram. From the glow on
her face, he found it safer to assume that she had
been fucked by the driver too. Further, her body
language was also lethargically sexy, crying out to
the world that she was freshly fucked. Manya didn't
bathe after coming home but slipped her petticoat and
bra off as she always did, retaining her transparent
saree and sleeveless blouse on. She decided to spend
some time with her kids and for the next few hours
mother and sons spent the time watching television,
laughing away and in general ribbing each other good
naturedly. Dinner was ordered from a Chinese
restaurant and the only moment of irritation came when
the delivery boy kept staring at Manya's visible
cleavage and nipples while also casting sly glances at
her juicy crotch. He found it difficult to look her in
the eye while collecting the money. If he did he would
have seen her smug, indulgent smile.But he chose, like
all others to ogle her ripe and well pleasured body
instead. It was an uncomfortable two minutes, only for
Deen, not for his mother or brother. And the
discomfort to Deen came only from his throbbing dick
with his head carrying lingering images of the
delivery boy's face, his eyes popping at the sight of
the lewdly revealed lady of the house.

With his mother and Binu sleeping together as usual in
his Dad's absence, Deen wondered whether it would be
worthwhile peeping on them, in view of the hectic day
undergone by his horny mother. With atleast six seed
blasts as per his estimate she should be dead tired by
now. But there was never knowing about Manya and Deen
understood that. Well after bedtime, he gave them half
an hour before silently making his way to their bedoom
window which was very slightly open. That was enough
to watch while being unobserved.

His mother was lying on her back in half slumber on
the bed with Binu's leg encircling her thighs. Her
saree top was fully off and the bottom of the saree
was raised upto her thighs. Manya's eyes were closed
as Binu was engrossed in his act of working on his
mother's belly. This time Binu was fingering her navel
with his right hand index finger, while his face
rested on her bosom. It rose and fell with her heaving
chest. Deen noticed his mother's breathing get heavier
as his brother's fingering intensified. He could also
see Binu kissing the top of his Mom's cleavage every
now and then as her breathing got heavier. Deen
suddenly heard Binu say softly,

"Mom I'm sorry about the other day".

A puzzled Manya opened her eyes and murmurred, "Sorry
about what dear?"

"When I suckled your breast, I pulled away saying it
didn't taste good. Actually it tasted great. I'm sorry
for hurting your feelings".

Not knowing how to react, Manya simpy nuzzled his head
onto her bosom and smiled at him reassuringly.
"Hmmmm," she could only murmur as she smiled. The
watching Deen felt she looked beautiful in that
particular smile.

In less than a minute, Deen heard Binu ask "Mom, can I
suck it again please"? Manya looked down in surprise
and confusion through her cleavage at her son's
innocent looking face, feeling his navel fingering get
more eager. Before she could answer, the telephone
rang. She reached out to pick up the handset and
placed it to her ear, Binu's head still on her chest,
pressing against her mounds. It was her husband.

"Hello Desh, how are you. This is a surpise", she
called out to her hubby.

Both Deen and Binu heard intently. Binu however
wondered why it was a surprise since his father had
spoken just a day earlier. The conversion carried on
as Binu kept fingering his mother's juicy navel and
digging his face into her bosom. Manya could feel some
moistening and itch in her loins but it was not
alarming.

"No Desh, no trouble from the kids at all. No, not at
all from Binu. He's a loving, caring son,"gushed the
half naked mother looking down with a smile at her
son.

Binu was thrilled that his mother praised him. He
moved his face up and kissed her neck softly. He moved
further and now pressed his lips against hers
lovingly. For a second, the sexy mother looked down at
her son and indulgently kissed his lips, allowing him
to continue the kiss while she tried to listen and
reply to her husband. Deen's dick went once again went
into overdrive at this sight. It was an unelievably
erotic sight, watching his brother tongue his mother
all over her face and lips and squeeze her belly while
she spoke to his Dad on the phone.

"Mmmmmm", replied Manya in between, her words getting
muffled by Binu's ardent tongue. "Nothing. I'm just
sleepy and am trying to make Binu to sleep fast too",
she replied, accounting for her moan. Binu recaptured
her lips when she finished her line and kissed her
deeper. Manya gasped and opened her mouth wider to her
son's tongue. His hand was now fully caressing her
stomach flesh, making her tingle all over. Still, she
didn't feel overly unmotherly about the whole thing.
She kept tryng to follow hubby's description about his
activities in Mumbai, her mind registering part of it.
She kept mumbling replies whenever Binu's lips freed
hers. The sexy mother's face and neck were wet all
over. Suddenly she felt Binu's hands open her blouse
buttons. Binu had asked her whether he could suckle
but she had not time to reply. She doubted whether she
would have refused him, but had not expected him to be
this bold. She watched and heard while her son totally
exposed her well shaped breasts and began to suck on
one nipple. She couldn't help moaning aloud into the
phone. Deen heard her tell Desh on the phone that she
was eating and feeding Binu. Binu fed lavishly on the
fruit offerred by his juicy, loving mother. He nibbled
and sucked voraciously on Manya's nipple. The lusty
mother found it very diffcult to maintain normalcy and
started squirming around to gain stability in speech.
She was barely able to communicate and it became even
more difficult when she felt her son gently stroke the
other breast while sucking on one. Deen watched in
stunned amazement as his topless mother offerred her
breasts fully to her son's ravishment, while talking
to her hubby on the phone. It was forbidden lust at
its extreme making his dick ache and ache.

Manya herself was driven to depraved horniness by the
situation. Her eager son had opened her up when she
had little time to react and her hubby was in no mood
to quit talking. She reached her hands below to the
free area of her pussy and seeing her son's head busy
with her breasts, she began to masturbate herself
slowly over the sheer saree. Binu didn't see it but
Deen saw the awesome sight. His shameless mother had
surrendered her body to her son's hands and was now
teasing her pussy to a climax. He heard Manya tell
Desh to come back soon and almost laughed out aloud.
Manya was wet and throbbing in her cunt as Binu's
sucking progressed without respite. Her son sucked
away at her heaving boobs while she thrust her hand
away into her soaked vagina, the telephone still
around her ear.

"I will take care Desh," she managed to mutter. Binu
was almost biting her nipple now while the other hand
mashed her breasts a little more than gently. The
blood rushed through Manya's body like a geyser. The
utter lewdness of her situation brought her fingers to
thrust wantonly into her adulterous cunt and
whispering loudly "Desh dear, please come, come...",
the horny wife exploded into an orgasm with her son
sucking her breasts. Her son Binu suddenly looked up
in surprise. He enjoyed what he was doing but the
effect it produced on his beautiful Mom was a
revelation that confused him. He stopped suddenly and
surveyed the mess that was created. Her naked, well
squeezed breasts were heaving continuously and her
almost exposed thighs quivered. His Mom's broad hips
rose up and down as she said bye to his Dad and hung
up. Deen saw that Manya had removed her hand from her
pulsating cunt the moment Binu raised his head. She
was now topless, with just a transparent saree bunched
up around the pussy which she had fingered out of
shape. She had just finished a silent sobbing and her
body was on the receding wave of the shuddering climax
brought about by her incestuous escapade. His horny
mother looked a most arousing sight, as good as naked
in bed with her son, having allowed him to suck and
maul her heavy breasts with gusto. He watched her well
stacked body undergo the last stages of her receding
orgasm and rushed back to his room for the ultimate
jerk off of his life.

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For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life out
his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from
his crotch. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her
breasts sucked and crushed by his younger brother
while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her
naked, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she
had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an orgasm
in obscene horniness. The last lingering image of his
juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heaving,
voluptuous, fully exposed body being fully felt up by
her son Binu. Her trembling breasts, wet face,
glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely
covering her crotch, flashed in a quick sequence
before his wild eyes at the climax of every frig. With
the final image of his lusty mother fully naked and
embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely
disturbed sleep. He was sure there would be a time
when she would manage to talk to her Dad on the phone
while some man fucked her brains out doggie style. He
only hoped he would be able to watch her.

Manya felt the last burst of her orgasm leave her
body. She looked down first at her son and then at
herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her bosom
and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked
like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked
at herself, she realized with a shock as to how
exposed she was. Her entire front was open right down
to her bush and the saree was bundled up around her
pussy, leaving everything below open and bare from her
fleshy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt
she looked quite vulgar lying like this next to her
son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected
what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit
damp from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of
her full breasts still retained his squeeze pressure
and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her lush body
around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya's eyes
drifted to her pelvic area and the mess startled her.
Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp
all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her
little son began to sink into the voluptuous mother
and wife. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed
her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had
established his territorial rights on almost every
inch of her generous body and she had allowed it.
Manya felt that there was no way she was going to
rebuff him.

"The greatest discipline was self discipline", she
kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied
his normal urges. Manya knew that such urges were
normal in boys and that it was dangerous to rebuff
them because of the possible psychological
repercussions on them. Moreover she was sure that he
would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As
a mother she had deep love for her sons and was sure
that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his
love, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu
needed some indulgence and pampering through this
phase. And it only made her feel sexier, better and
more desirable. There was nothing which turned on
Manya more than the knowledge that someone lusted
after her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen
did not go through this phase with her body. The
thought made her a bit concerned about her elder son's
normalcy and she decided to take a closer look at him
from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the
excitement of feeling and sucking his mother's breasts
drained him mentally. It was his first encounter with
his mother in a bare, physical sense. He loved what he
felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle his hair
and shifted her body down to settle down beside him.
She readjusted her saree to cover her buttocks and
thighs and slept with her back to her son. She tried
hard to sleep but remained a few steps short of
slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's
hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came
around her naked waist as it always did, towards her
navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right
leg moved over her hips and rested there. Manya could
directly feel the impact of his dick against her full
and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing
too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her navel in a
slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself
at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass
against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable
impulses in her navel to take over. But she stiffened
again when she felt his dick throbbing against her
butt. It's heat and hardness permeated through his
shorts and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu
was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock
against her heated asscheeks, but the aroused mother
was sure that her ass heat was interacting with his
young dick through the sheer garment supposedly
covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further
when she felt his dick throb intensify wildly. In
astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against
her hot ass without any movement or thrust from his
side. She realised he was dreaming about the ample
body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom.
The throbbing against her ass continued like an
automatic motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating
against the object of his dreams, making the subject
of his lusty dream quiver and squirm against it. Manya
stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she
felt a spasming pressure on them. The spasms were
followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened
the rear of her saree. With a shock the sexy mother
realised that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She
remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to
feel the waves of release ebb out. For five minutes
after feeling the last weak throb, Manya remained in
that posture to allow her son's body to regain
blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached behind and felt the
saree around her ass, taking care not to disturb his
leg over her naked hips. She realised that her saree
rode upto the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her
son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya
felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the
threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had
happened, the sexy woman smiled to herself. It was a
day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam,
plundered by a few others and finally her own son was
giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained
herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping
son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and
son

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Chapter 45

Manya again woke up a little earlier than normal. The
advantage of a well fucked body was that sleep enters
quick and deep. It also leaves the body quickly once
the required rest is obtained. The impending sunrise
moments were also moments for horniness to dawn on the
beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself
lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away
from her hips, the knot having got unfastened. She was
stark naked on her bed. She looked at her son Binu who
was fast asleep, now with his back to her. A quick
recap of the previous night's events crossed her mind.
The lovely mother felt herself loaded once again with
compassion and love for her son. On impulse, she bent
and kissed Binu on his ear softly.

Binu turned in his sleep to face her. His eyes were
still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering
surge of affection. She gently hugged his face into
her breasts and stroked his back, knowing that he was
asleep and couldn't sense her nudity. Her mind told
her that this could be the last time she would be
hugging her son as a little innocent boy. She wanted
to feel and savour the moment.

She hugged his boyish face into her naked, full
breasts, allowing their softness to smother his face.
She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him
against her breasts for two full minutes. Satisfied,
the nude mother rose from the bed. As she got up, she
thought with a mischievous smile that she needn't wear
a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. Life
was shifting gears and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early morning horniness crept into Manya's ripe body
the moment she got out of bed. She wondered whether
she should take a stroll down to the jogger's park. It
was not the prospect of running into Salman or Sam but
she felt she needed some fresh air for sure. Putting
on some undergarments, she dbangd the same dark blue
saree over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking
into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The
saree was crumpled however, making her look like she'd
had a torrid night in bed. With lazy strides and
sexily rolling buttocks, the horny wife and mother
headed towards the joggers park, passing innumerable
admirers on the way exhibiting different degrees of
lust. She looked the very embodiment of lust.

"I can't help it if I'm blessed with a lush body", she
thought", as she passed a staring middle aged man. The
man's wife was sharply dragging her husband away,
giving dirty looks to Manya.

"Stop staring at that slut, behave yourself", Manya
heard her admonish the man.

When she entered the park, she was pleasantly
surprised to see Sana. She had brought her black
Alsatian dog for a walk. Manya knew that Sam and Sana
were avid dog lovers and that was what brought them
together. Seeing Sana sitting on a bench, holding on
to her dog's leash, Manya heaved her sexy body across
to her side, feeling many eyes on her exposed waist
and upper hips. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their small talk, Sana pointed to her
dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to
mate him soon so that they could generate a lot of
puppies for a whole lot of friends who had asked.
Manya looked at the friendly but big dog. His eyes
were deep and bright. Sana kept playing with the area
around his ears and he kept raising his head to lick
Sana on her neck and face. It looked like a loving
dog.

"Tiger, meet Aunt Manya," introduced Sana, pointing
Manya out to her dog. Tiger rose to his feet and went
to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake hands.
Manya bent slightly from the bench to shake hands. She
found Tiger cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his
head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's
face. Though not used to dogs, Manya felt this one was
harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her
beautiful face with his long wet tongue. The eager dog
licked the beautiful mother's face, thrilled at her
willing offer. He ran his tongue all over cheeks,
forehead, neck, nose and swept it in one long stroke
over her full lips. Manya recoiled for a second,
feeling a stir. Seeing Sana laugh, she continued to
let Tiger lavish his tongue all over her face. Her
face was wet all over from his licking in no time. The
lapping dog didn't seem to want to stop.

"Aunt Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't
lick my face that long", said Sana. Sana again felt a
wee bit jealous that like her boyfriend Sam, even her
dog seemed to prefer the voluptuous wife over her
nubile self. She pulled the dog by its leash, dragging
him away from the beautiful object of his attention.
Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her face with her
saree and noticed the doggie aroma. It was a bit
strong and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a while longer and decided
that she had to get back home. She held Sana's hand to
say farewell and bent to shake hands with Tiger as she
stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders,
revealing a huge cleavage right in front of the dog's
eyes. Tiger wasted no time in giving a sharp lick
right in the center of the juicy woman's cleavage. The
voluptuous mother was shocked at the act and felt a
sharp bolt of an indescribable feeling in her.
Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's paws were close to her feet and as she
took a step, the dog also moved to stop her. In the
process, his paw fell on the bottom of her saree,
causing Manya to trip over. The well stacked housewife
fell flat on her back with the saree getting swept
aside from her front. Tiger saw a fleshy target in his
new friend and he pounced onto the lush woman, licking
at her exposed navel. He lapped her belly with his
long, dripping tongue, sending an electric current
right through Manya's horny body. Sana simply stared
for a moment at the lewdly exciting sight before her.
Her pet was simply lapping the juices out of Manya's
spread out belly. His tongue covered every exposed
inch of her huge midriff and Sana gaped at the full
bodied wife as she writhed about under the onslaught,
not knowing how to stop the beast. Tiger delved into
her navel several times and his tongue sent shivers
all over Manya's rippling body. Manya had as well as
surrendered when she heard and saw Sana pull back her
dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and
looked around. About ten people were around, staring
in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet
wildly arousing sight.

Embarassed into redness the flushed housewife quickly
bade good bye to a still stunned Sana and moved out of
the park. On the way she heard a guy call out, "Watch
out Maam. Dogs think like us guys. They are always on
the look out for a bitch in heat".

The man didn't look like a regular in the area. But
Manya was too helpless to react angrily. She literally
ran her way home, tits bouncing and her eyes moist
with shame. Manya's voluptuous body in motion was yet
another searingly erotic sight for the passers by.
Only after reaching her kitchen door did she stop to
relax. Panting, she slowly started to regain her
breath. The behaviour of the dog outraged the wife,
but she realised she felt different. Her heart was
beating wildly and mind was disturbed in an unknown
way. She felt sweat beads trickling down her half
exposed cleavage. Suddenly she moved her hands to her
pussy and felt it through the saree. She was wet.
Dripping wet.

Her mind worked in all directions trying to understand
her state. Everything pointed to only one thing, she
felt aroused. She felt like a bitch in heat. A real
bitch. Somebody else also understood that she was in
heat. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few days
to get his hands on the horny wife was keeping guard
by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering
woman and sensed that she needed cock. Unable to
believe his luck, he held her strongly by her
shoulders. Manya trembled and turned around. She was
both relieved and excited to find the milkman. She
allowed him to rest her on the threshold of the
kitchen door. She remained silent and shaking as he
stripped her saree and petticoat right off her ass.
The young stud repositioned his favourite housewife in
the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to
give her what she loved most. Feeling his strong dick
ravaging her cunt doggie style, Manya felt like a true
bitch at that moment. The thought sent ripples of
pleasure all over her body as much as his steely dick
did. Her mind went to the bitch that Tiger would mate
to give rise to tens of puppies. For a fleeting second
she placed herself in the place of the bitch and
imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppies. Her
fertile pussy gushed out juices strongly to meet the
milkman's own spurting cock. It was a mind blowing,
delirious first fuck. The exhausted woman rested her
ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the
young milkman. No words were exchanged for a few
minutes. She watched with the same smile as he pushed
up his pants and left her presence. It was a purely
functional, purpose serving fucking, and the
adulterous Manya loved such fucking.
She took it as he gave it hard and fast. Violently did
the stud fuck the adulterous housewife and copiously
did he spurt all over her hot ass during climax.

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Deen rushed into his bathroom after the dynamite act
of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly
sensed the time and rose from the ground gathering her
saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved
this look on his favourite model and he kissed her
hard on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya
mumbled something into his mouth and felt him squeeze
her cuntlips in one last stroke before departing. It
felt nice to be teased and used this way. Her body's
limits were being stretched and she found the exercise
thrilling.

A cheerful Manya prepared a grand breakfast for her
sons and only one of them knew the reason for her
happiness. She glowed with contentment and both sons
felt happy for having such a beautiful mother. Binu
however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to
see his first semen discharge in his pants. He
discussed it with his brother Deen, who told him that
it was perfectly natural. Both brothers did not go
into further details. Manya sensed that Binu was
feeling different. She gave him a couple of hugs more
than necessary to reassure him and even placed his
hand around her waist when she felt that he was self
conscious about it. She allowed her breasts to touch
the back of his head several times in the course of
the meal, with and without reason.By the end of the
breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and
before leaving for college, gave his trademark squeeze
and kiss to his voluptuous mother. He gave her ass an
extra hard squeeze and that assured Manya that her son
was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's classes were off because of a
sports function at college which he didn't feel like
attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at
her son in wonder. He was a sweet and loving boy but
he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his
younger brother. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug
and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or
even converse with her at length. She sincerely hoped
that he was sexually normal. She remembered suddenly
that the boys who were balling her were around Deen's
age or a little older. The thought made her shiver and
shift. If she could be a part of Binu's sexual
discovery, then she found no reason why Deen should be
left out. She decided to bring him out of his shell
that morning.

Fifteen minutes after breakfast, Manya called out,

"Deen, can you please help me by massaging my back
with oil"?

The surprised teenager was caught of guard, but he
agreed. He was wearing only his shorts and nothing
else as he came out to the living room. His mother had
removed her saree and blouse. Wearing a bra and
petticoat she stood before him with two towels in
hand. Manya began her little game by saying that the
oil would make her petticoat damp. She wrapped the
shortish towel around her hips and removed the
petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply
placed the other towel across her chest. The beautiful
mother saw her son staring at her thighs and breasts
alternatively. The towel came to about thigh length,
exposing her golden, well toned thighs. Her nipples
were clearly outlined through the thin cotton towel
across her breasts. She presented an air of extreme
physical informality. The horny mother noted that the
effect was not lost on her son. His young cock tented
his shorts already.

Manya lay flat on the floor on her back and handed a
bottle of oil to her staring son. In a mild trance,
Deen opened the bottle, poured some oil into his palms
and looked enquiringly at his sprawled out Mom.

"My legs first Deen," she said, spreading them apart
slightly.

Deen rubbed his palms together and ran them along his
mother's calves and feet first. They felt good and
well toned. The shape of his mother's calves was
exquisite and they looked sublimely elegant. They felt
elegant too to the worshipful hands of her son. Deen's
hands went past her knees to reach her glorious,
fleshy thighs. He paused for a moment here to pour
some more oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he
looked at his sprawled out mother. The horny woman
opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her
thighs. Deen kneaded the flesh of her thighs, allowing
the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt electric
and charged. His mother's thighs felt like pillars of
flesh carved out of banana tree trunks. The flesh
quivered and carried immense warmth that got hotter
with each stroke of his. The hem of the towel was
quite high on Manya's thighs, about three inches from
her naked pussy. Deen couldn't see her pussy lips but
his fingers crossed the hem of the towel many times
during his vigorous massaging of those sexy thighs.
Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual
arousal. She had to take care not to show it, but her
body betrayed her. Everytime her son's fingers brushed
deeper into her inner thighs, her thighs quivered in
response. She kept her eyes closed but her lips
trembled enough to tell the tale to Deen that his
mother was turning horny. He had no option but to
massage her. He continued his teasing touch, using
both fingers and palm to administer some strong
groping touches on her inner regions. He was getting
perilously close to her pussy. His dick was hard at
the very beginning and now it was threatening to burst
out of his shorts. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his
mother's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's hands oiled her
stomach and waist. She felt them roam all over her
creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few
drops of oil into her deep navel and use his finger to
diddle it. Deen heard his mother's moans and sighs all
through this erotic massage. He was finding it as
uncontrollable as her. He lingered lovingly around her
lower belly and could see as he stroked her flesh why
Binu was obsessed with his mother's belly. Indeed it
was a ripe treasure. And it carried a current that
sent its charge right through his palm and spine. Both
mother and son knew they couldn't take this erotic
session for too long.

Manya suddenly turned on her belly, presenting her
naked back to her son. "Do my back now Deen", she
moaned huskily.

Deen took one look at his mother. Her entire back was
exposed right upto her butt crack. The towel came upto
the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hand to
massage, he was sure he would be forced to touch her
pussy. He could see the sides of her full breasts as
they pressed against the floor. Her hands were
outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the
expanse and softness. His mother had a very luscious
body. He felt he was lucky to be able to service her
in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled
her all over. His hands also constantly touched the
sides of her breasts whenever he tried to massage her
sides. He lovingly reached into her armpits and
stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny
mother. There was perfect knowledge between mother and
son that both were turned on. The sexual tension was
palpable.

Deen ran his hands on the back of her thighs and in
the process got to squeeze and knead them thoroughly.
His sexy mother, from the back was as good as nude,
except for the thin towel covering her ass. And the
cheeks of her full ass were all it covered. The rest
of her creamy body was all his for squeezing. At one
stage Deen had to sit at the base of her asscheeks in
order to be able to massage her back properly. When he
did so, his dick came into direct contact with the
absolute base of her ass, not even an inch from her
dripping cunt. He massaged away at her back and as he
did so, his pelvic region moved to and fro against
Manya's lower ass bringing his cock into periodic
contact with her pussy entrance. It was a searingly
arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother.
Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed
not to show it because her face was down on the floor.
Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks wiggle and
realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced
the pressure of his massaging which inturn reduced the
pressure of his dick on her outer pussy. Manya was mad
with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen
was not wearing shorts his cock would have been inside
her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass
involuntarily, not caring about the effect on her
young son. She didn't care if he fucked her. She
realized that he was normal after all and that pleased
her.

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Deen however suddenly became subdued. The naked woman
under him was his mother and the thought kept coming
back to him again and again. He was about to burst
into ejaculation but forcibly drew himself away from
her ass. Manya's ass stopped quivering, as if to
express her disappointment. The horny mother had
reached a stage where nothing mattered to her. Her
son's withdrawal puzzled her and she remained naked
and frustrated as Deen announced that he had finished.
He rose off his almost naked mother's back and without
letting her see his hard on, rushed out of the room.

Manya got up slowly with a mixed sense of
disappointment and relief on her features. She was
happy that her son was a normal kid. Her body was
unhappy that the massage hadn't resulted in something
more. But her mind accepted that non event with a
motherly happiness. All in all she was neutral to what
happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her
chest. Manya didn't bother to adjust it. Suddenly from
the corner of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her
from his bedroom window. She could see him transfixed
to the spot, his eyes on her.With a start she
understood the situation. Her elder son loved to watch
her. He was more of a voyeur. She let the towel remain
down and kept her breasts exposed. She turned her back
to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate,
sensual sway of her hips. The towel was almost falling
off her full hips by the time she reached her bedroom
door. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving
Deen an unhindered view of her full breasts. Their
ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was
at their base and sides. They jiggled sexily at her
sudden turn, making Deen's eyes pop out. He had seen
his mother's breasts in all kinds of hands and in
different stages of mauling. But now, her exclusive
display was special and turned him on like never
before. Further he could see that her towel was almost
about to fall off her hips. It was well below her bush
and it required a simple jerk for it to fall off.

Deen counted upto three and as expected Manya shrugged
and allowed the towel to fall off her lush hips
exposing herself in all her glory to her son. Her rich
fertile bush, her fleshy thighs, her magnificent
creamy midriff, her well endowed bust, her erect
nipples and her horny face were all out in display for
the exclusive eye of her loving son. It was an awesome
flood of lust that swept Manya as she exposed herself
to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the
same time. She felt a deep release within herself that
told her that her erotic journey was now
comprehensive. Well, almost, thought the sex crazed
wife to herself. Manya allowed Deen to feast on her
voluptuous body for one full minute before walking
nude into her bedroom and bath. Deen saw her nude,
full asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his dick, Deen wondered why he was so
aroused. He had seen his mother getting fucked into
oblivion, not once but several times in the most
obscene postures. That body held no novelty for him
but just now he felt he was looking at her all over
again for the first time.

"Could it be," he wondered with a shock. "Could it be
that she knew I was peeping. Did she expose herself to
me deliberately realizing that I was peeping?" The
idea made him go weak in his knees. He sat down on his
bed, holding his head. His dick was about to signal a
burst. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just
that. His voluptuous, horny Mom was doing the same
with her swollen pussy, in the privacy of her
bathroom.

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Chapter 49

Manya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back
against the wall, two fingers deep in her drenched
pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was long
and convulsive, after she had brought herself off.
Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off
fires within her which were wild, different and more
powerful than ever before. The flood of juices in her
loins had an uncontrollable rush about them. She felt
deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she
reached up and turned on the shower. The steady
downpour hit her with a stroking force on her breasts,
hips, bush and thighs. For a full ten minutes the
horny mother let her body take in the cool shower
before getting down to the serious business of
cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and
cleaned her curves, she shivered in the memory of her
son Deen's hands on her body. She lingered wherever
Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and thighs.
Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure
of his young dick on them through the thin towel.

It took the beautiful woman another half hour to wash
herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bath and
into the bedroom, wiping herself in the process. The
bedroom door was almost closed without being locked.
Manya let it remain that way, knowing that Deen would
not barge in without announcement. Her body had never
felt more cared for and attended. With two sons
showering their attention on it, it glowed, making her
feel happier than ever before. It also made the
voluptuous mother hornier than ever before.

Manya's loins were now in a perpetual discharge mode.
The juices always oozed now. Only their vigour was
decided by the situation. With sex fully in her mind,
she decided to lie down for a while and cool off.
Naked, she slid her juicy body under the covers and
tried to sleep. Her hand automatically rested on her
pussy mound, the fingers stroking the lips lightly.

In the other room, Deen ranted about as he neared his
third ejaculation. His entire bedsheet was smeared
with cum. In the course of three jerk offs, he had
visualised his mother's horny body in all possible
situations of ravishment, use and abuse. She had
screamed and cried in his imagination as cock after
cock ploughed into her greedy pussy and hand after
hand mauled her well stacked body. His final image of
his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched
woman, sprawled naked on the floor, her face coated
with sperm and her sexy body heaving about wantonly in
the final stages of orgasm. Even after ejaculation he
could still feel the remnants of the touch of Manya's
fleshy, heated body in his palms.

The doorbell rang fifteen minutes later and Deen ran
to open it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul,
Manya's sixty year old tailor, accompanied by his son.

"Hi Deen", said Binu as he walked in. "Abdul and his
son entered the gate with me. Where's Mom", he
enquired, his eyes turning towards his mother's
bedroom.

"She's relaxing after a bath", replied Deen, asking
Abdul and his son in. He saw his brother move towards
Manya's bedroom.

Binu walked into the bedroom calling out for his Mom.
He paused for a while at her bedside, quite mesmerised
by the sight of his half asleep Mom. The bedsheet had
slipped partly down at her chest, revealing one juicy
breast fully. The other one was also exposed fully
except for her nipple. He could make out that his
mother had one hand around her lower abdomen. Her
chest rose and fell slightly as she dozed. "She might
be fully naked", thought the young son.

Deciding that he had to wake her up for the tailor, he
bent down to kiss her on the forehead.

"Mom, " he whispered, moving his kiss down to her
closed eyes.

Manya stirred at the soft impact. But her eyes were
still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely face, proud of
her beauty. Instinctively he kissed his mother again
on her eyes and trailed his lips down to her cheek.
"Mom," he said again in the softest of whispers. Manya
opened her eyes slowly and saw Binu's eager face about
to kiss her cheek. "Hmmmm", she said as she let him
kiss her. Her hand which was around her pussy began
its own slow movement in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very
slowly moved his lips down to her lips for their
customary peck. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt
deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly
to meet her son's lips. Binu accepted her offering
eagerly. Mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even
pushing her tongue into Binu's mouth in a tentative
exploration. It was the first time that they had an
exploratory kiss. Binu felt his body turn hot and
Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up
fully. The horny mother rose higher to complete the
kiss in comfort. In the process, the bedsheet slipped
right off her chest, baring both her big breasts to
her son. Binu's eyes popped out and he instinctively
reached out to cup his mother's right breast. He had
established his right to suck and caress her breasts
when exposed and he utilised this opportunity. He kept
kissing her while he squeezed her right breast. Manya
kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed,
her hand delving into her moist pussy under the
covers. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't help
marvelling at the ease and skill with which her son
was kissing and pawing her at the same time. He seemed
an excellent kisser. The twin pressures were really
getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist
began to gain in heat. She realised the need to regain
some motherly sanity. She removed her wet lips from
her son's mouth and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply
looked dreamily into his Mom's eyes, continuing his
breast caress for another ten seconds.

"Mom, the tailor Abdul and his son have come to see
you," announced Binu, giving his mother's breast a
final, soft squeeze.

Manya was stunned at this announcement by her son,
coming as it did after he had kissed and given her a
thorough feel over. His enterprise pleasantly
surprised her.

"Pest", she laughed and slapped her son on his butt
playfully. "You're telling me now after so long." One
hand was still under the covers and on her pussy when
she told Binu,

"I'll be out there in two minutes. Tell them to sit
down".

Taking one last look at his Mom's nude form, Binu was
convinced that his mother was indeed naked under the
bedsheet. He left the room, allowing Manya to dress
up.

The dressing up was quick since Manya simply slipped
into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra.
She was quite used to Abdul for over ten years now. He
was almost a saintly old man. Manya felt very
comfortable with him. It was when she entered the
living area that both Deen and Manya got a shock. Deen
because of his Mom's scanty attire and Manya because
she hadn't expected Abdul to come with his son. But
she continued in her attire because they had to take
her measurements in any case. Three male eyes looked
on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained
breasts swaying sexily with each step. Deen left them
and went to his room. But he took up a position at the
keyhole to peep on his Mom with the tailor. He knew
Binu would be bathing and would be busy for atleast
another half hour.

Manya made some initial small talk with Abdul. Abdul's
son was hardly eighteen years old. He was a slim lad
with keen eyes and Manya did notice him shifting
uncomfortably every time her breasts heaved during the
talk. She also noticed that the lad's eyes remained
fixed on her huge, exposed midriff when he was not
staring at her melons. Abdul then took measurements
for her blouse. His son noted down while the father
called out. The watching Deen saw his mother raise
both her hands for Abdul to measure her chest. His
dick shot to attention yet again as the tape encircled
her full breasts and jerked hard whenever Abdul's
knuckles pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw
Abdul's hand graze his mother's erect nipples on two
occasions.

Manya on her part allowed the job to go on. The tape
graced her armpits, back, arms, shoulders and neck.
When it came to the neck, she indicated to Abdul to
lower the neck by a few inches. Abdul brought the tape
with his thumb well past the mid point of his
beautiful customer's ripe cleavage and held it for a
moment. Manya nodded with a twinkle in her eyes and
Abdul read out the measurement for his dazed son to
jot down.

The old tailor then gave the tape to his understudy
son for taking the petticoat measurements. Deen was
startled. Manya herself didn't expect it but was
indifferent to the change. Kneeling down to face her
sexy waist, the lad encircled the lush ass of the
housewife with the tape and called out the size. Deen
found the kid's reading out his Mom's ass size a very
stimulating and wild act. He kept clutching his aching
dick and peeped on as the boy circled the tape around
his Mom's luscious waist above the belly button.

"Lower," he heard his Mom say. "Place the tape where I
am wearing the petticoat now. Yes... that's the
comfortable position".

The horny wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her
fleshy lower abdomen for a few seconds as he read out
her final measurement. She gasped and that made the
youngster look up into her face, past her full
cleavage, his face inches away from her abdomen. Manya
forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden shiver
which went up her body betrayed her arousal. The
father and son duo finished measuring the sexy
mother's body as her watching, randy son jerked off
for the fourth time since the morning.

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It was while they were leaving and Manya was closing
the door that Deen saw and heard Binu bound into the
living area. Binu had missed the scene where Manya was
measured up at leisure and that was why he showed a
bit of surprise at the flushed look on Manya's face.

"Are you OK Mom," he asked, shaking her lightly by the
shoulder.

"Mmmm, yes," mumbled the horny mother, allowing Binu
to lead her by her exposed waist to the dining table.
Deen kept observing the casual manner in which his
younger brother kept caressing Manya's waist all the
way to the table.

The three of them finished a good meal. While Binu was
eager to run out for his cricket his brother and
mother were horny and restless. Manya was horny
because of the immense stimulation caused by Deen's
massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her
body. She now felt great in the company of her sons,
closer and more secure than ever before. She was also
confident that every act of theirs was out of pure
love. Even the lust was love driven. Being a love
starved woman with a sex starved body, this attention
from her sons made her glad. It also made her
extremely horny. All the kissing and pawing by Binu
stirred up her juices and left her craving for the
real act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he
was restless because he knew that his mother was
feeling horny. It showed in her body language. The way
she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him
to visualise the itchy pussy nestled between those
glorious thighs. He noticed light beads of sweat in
her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving
mildly. Her eyes showed a distracted look. Deen
realised a stage had come where he communicated with
her bodily needs very directly. He could sense when
she needed a fucking just as surely as he could sense
when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could
see that his Mom needed a good fucking.

Both mother and son were lucky. The answer to their
feelings came in the form of a call from Prem. He
called to find out whether they would be keen on a
family garment sale in town. Binu had to go for his
cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen
tell Prem that he would be going over to a friend's
place to hand over some borrowed college assignments.
He asked Prem to come over and take his mother to the
sale, promising to join them within an hour. She
smiled to herself at the thought of being alone with
Prem for atleast an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the house with
his brother. He knew he was doing something for his
Mom's sake. It made him happy. The appointed time was
six in the evening and he had an hour and a half to
pass. The brothers left in different directions.

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight
to his favourite bookseller's shop. It was his
favourite hunting place for his sleaze collection.
Literature, pictures, cassettes - the place had it all
and the owner was a friendly, portly middle aged man.
Deen walked into the shop which was full of racks of
books and magazines. The cassettes were all lined up
against the wall. But Deen began looking into the book
racks. There were four of them and a passage separated
each one from the other. A person on this side of the
rack could not see the one on the other side. While
Deen started looking into the incest collection, he
suddenly heard a soft discussion from the other side
and stiffened when he heard the name 'Manya'. He
strained his ears to catch the voices and recognized
them as Salman's and Sam's. With a quickening pulse,
Deen heard on.

"You mean your Doberman went for Aunt Manya's pussy
that morning," came Salman's exclamation.

"Yup, right towards her crotch. I had to hold it back.
He must have loved the smell from her pussy after all
you did to her", replied Sam.

"My Dad and me, both", stated Salman as the
overhearing Deen turned to a statue in disbelief at
the mention of the dog. "Dad went first. By the time I
did it, she was already dripping and squishy. Man, she
oozes in gallons".

"Wow, I'm not surprised. She's hot way beyond normal.
And she loves having her pussy eaten", said Sam.

"You did that?" enquired Salman.

"I 'also' did that ", chipped in Sam with a chuckle.
"Her snatch is never dry. You can finish your dinner
and dessert in it. Eat her the whole morning and
she'll have you fuck her into tomorrow."

"She's wild Sam. She loves it when I take her like a
bitch, on all fours. But next time I'm gonna dip my
face into her juicy snatch first".

"Do that and she's your slut forever".

"Maybe we should do her together once", suggested
Salman with a loaded voice.

"Oh, she'll take us both easy. You first thrust into
her mouth while I lick her into readiness. Then we
switch."

"Mmmmmm," mumbled Salman hornily. You might as well
bring your Doberman along to lick her clean when we're
through with her".

"Good idea, but I suspect the dog may not stop with
simply licking her," replied Sam.

"What!, exclaimed Salman. "You mean it will... "

"Yes it will... , " replied Sam. "Any dog will love
her scent. And Manya will take it. I know for sure
she'll love it too. She's crazy for cock in any form".

"Fuck, goddam slut", hissed Salman. "This talk is
making me horny Sam."

"You bet. And Sana told me that your Alsatian gave
Aunt Manya a long and thorough licking all over her
face and belly".

"Belly! My goodness. I can't take this anymore. I need
to either fuck or jerk off. Let's get the hell out of
here".

The stunned Deen heard his two friends rush out of the
store. Their talk and the revelations about his Mom's
doggie adventure shocked him. It also excited him more
than ever before. Her extreme horniness and utter
depravity injected a fresh wave of voyeuristic thrill
in him. Their talk of performing a threesome with his
mother with the possibility of the dog joining in took
his vision to the highest conceivable level. In a way
he knew such a thing had to be around the corner. His
dick ached and strained against his pants and he kept
clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had
just transpired. He regretted having left the park
early that morning. He swore to himself that he
wouldn't miss it again.

"If necessary, I'll offer to take her for a morning
walk tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would make its
advances," he thought to himself. His mind went back
to his horny mother and he wondered what was happening
in the house.

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Chapter 51

What was happening in the house was totally in tune
with Deen's expectations. The moment the horny Manya
opened the door to let Prem in, the youngster
immediately understood her state. There was no word
exchanged for the next fifteen minutes. They rushed
into the nearest room which was Deen's bedroom and the
two hot bodies entwined and mated with animal hunger
and energy. Manya moaned without a break as the
youngster's hands mauled her hips, breasts, stomach
and thighs with a continuity that raised her heated
body to stunning levels of desire. They were naked
within minutes and were soon pumping into each other
like perfect body mates. Manya lifted her long legs
and wrapped them around Prem's hips as he pumped hotly
in and out of her boiling, adulterous pussy. Each time
he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and
hotter. She was not only insatiable but her sexual
desire was on a rising curve. The beautiful mother was
turning into a demoness who could die for cock. Prem
rammed his dick into her greedy cunt and Manya's
clasping cunt muscles propelled him into initiating
sharp violent thrusts which made the voluptuous
housewife's body shake. Her breasts shook like two
beautiful ripe mangoes on a branch. Prem reached out
and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's
shrieking delight. His cock made squishy sounds as it
pumped the hell out of Manya's steamingly hot,
dripping cunt. The accumulated horniness of the sex
starved wife found violent expression as her hips rose
in rhythm to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his back
and urged him, "Fuck me Prem. Fuck me hard and deep.
AAAAAAhh... ," her voice trailed as Prem proceeded to
give her pussy an absolute fucking. Manya gasped with
each strong stroke and moaned with each full squeeze
of her tits. Her body had surrendered to him
completely and he was punishing it to the extreme.
Both Manya and her younger lover sweated profusely and
the sweat flew from Prem's hair to spray her face.
Manya's face assumed contorted expressions of
surcharged lust. She was being balled by her favourite
lover and she gave herself in completely to his strong
hands and stronger dick. Her insides were being
ravaged with savage consistency. The walls of her
pussy were being stretched and her pussy felt like it
was being pounded into pulp by Prem's cannon like
thrusts. She was gradually reaching yet another
mindblowing cock induced orgasm. When she reached it,
she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound
to his, her breasts getting crushed against his chest,
while her teeth dug into his neck. Prem held his
friend's horny mother by her ample hips as she clung
to him and rammed his final thrusts before spurting
out hotly into her receptive cunt. Their mutual orgasm
lasted a full two minutes. Manya's fertile pussy was
flooded with innumerable spurts of her young lover's
potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to
release him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt
like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like love
tunnel.

Manya loved the feeling and as if to prevent him from
turning away, she lifted her head and kissed him on
the lips, long and deep. She used her entire mouth on
his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the
beautiful mother's mouth. Their mouths and tongues
remained locked for a full five minutes, during which
time they slurped and slurped on each other's juices.
Occasional gasps and murmurs escaped the mouth of the
lusty housewife as she succeeded in keeping her young
lover's dick firmly lodged in her freshly fucked
pussy. Taking her lips slowly away from Prem's, she
looked softly into Prem's eyes. Prem, on his part,
looked deeply into Manya's eyes. He felt she looked
truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness
on her face had vanished and was replaced by a lovely
glow in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her
eyes. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full of
loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's
much needed first orgasm. They remained in that
position for another five minutes. But neither of them
realised that their robust and satisfying sexual bout
was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his bedroom
window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a
violent, jerking, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his mother and best friend remained
entwined. His mother's thighs were spread and still
wrapped around Prem's hips. Their abdomens were
touching fully and his friend's chest was lightly
pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty tits. Manya's
feet pressed into Prem's naked buttocks. Their faces
were a little apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's
beautiful face around her cheeks, ear and nose,
occasionally tracing lines around her eyes. Manya's
heart was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again.
She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his
manly chest fully crush her full breasts. She felt
very close to him. He seemed to love and care for her.
Her thoughts went to the fact that he was Deen's age.
It thrilled her to realise that boys her son's age
found her so desirable. She smiled happily to herself
and her thoughts suddenly turned towards the one
aspect that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She
decided she'd ask Prem.

"Prem," she murmured, gently caressing his head, as it
rested on her luscious cleavage.
"Mmmmmm, " moaned her young stud, intoxicated by the
aroma of her sweaty and warm cleavage

"Preeeem", she said again in a half murmur and half
whisper, playing with his ears as his head moved about
on her ample, stacked chest, as if seeking more and
more fleshy treasures.

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Mmmmm, yes, Aunt Manya, " mumbled Prem, encircling her
right nipple with his lips.

The act made Manya's body stir warmly. His dick was
still buried in her soaked pussy, at about three
quarters of its full length. With a sigh Manya
observed that it still felt longer and harder than her
husband's organ. Readjusting her hips to lodge him
firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a little worried about Deen." She of course
did not know that her son Deen was listening to the
entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now
that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his ears
and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his
naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his
best friend while having his cock still buried in her
pussy.

"Why worry about Deen, Aunt Manya," asked Prem. "He's
fine".

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

"Fully fine? What's that supposed to mean," asked Prem
again, this time nibbling harder at Manya's right
nipple.

"Aaah! I mean does he have a girfriend. Is he normal
like you are", she whispered, biting Prem's ear
lightly.

Kissing both her eyes, Prem replied, "He doesn't have
a girlfriend that I know of but I think he is normal.
Why do you ask Aunt Manya?"

"It's a feeling that I get of late. He doesn't show
the urges of boys his age".

"Now why would he show those urges before you, his
mother, Aunt Manya", asked Prem.

"I would know it even if he didn't show it, " replied
Manya, squeezing Prem's butt as if laughing at his
dumb remark.

"I should have known your ability, I'm sorry. Mother's
eye misses nothing," smiled Prem, slipping his right
hand down to squeeze Manya's hip. "But what have you
observed that's bothering you about Deen."

Manya squealed a bit and replied "You know he seems
passive and very unlike you or any of his other
friends. Even Binu is more physical, like a boy with
growing hormones. Deen is loving and caring, like you
are, but he's not passionate in that raw, physical
sense, like you are", she murmured, running her
fingers all over Prem's hair.

"Ohh!, " said Prem, not knowing what to say. He
however kept suckling at Manya's nipple.

"Please stop that for a moment Prem, I'm quite serious
about Deen", urged the horny housewife, her voice
trying to stifle the gasp that escaped when Prem bit
her nipple.

"Ok, Aunt Manya," said Prem in a decisive tone and
tried to rise from her body.

"Noooo", wailed Manya as she held on strongly with her
legs around his hips. "Remain inside. We'll talk like
this. She blushed sexily as she said so. Her peeping
son was bewildered by his mother's outrightly wanton
behaviour.

"Does he masturbate like all healthy boys and discuss
girls,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes. "You are
his best friend, tell me".

"I know he jerks off for sure, but he hasn't discussed
any girls", said Prem, tweaking Manya's left nipple
with his fingers.

"Now isn't that odd or maybe queer", suggested Manya
with a worry line on her forehead.

Prem kissed her forehead and cupped her face in his
hands saying," No guy would need to look at or discuss
girls when you are in the house, Aunt Manya".

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

"I'm serious Aunt Manya. When he can ogle this
gorgeous body whole day, why would he need another
girl. Besides, which girl has your ripe, wholesome
body?"

Manya felt a stirring between her wet thighs at this
statement. The fountain in her loins was being
triggered.

"Mmm. That's flattering but I'm his mother", whispered
Manya.

"Oh come on Aunt Manya, if I were in his place, even I
wouldn't look at another girl. I would never have been
able to get enough of you", said Prem, watching Manya
blush again.

"Really," teased Manya. "And pray what would you have
done my dear. Jerked off peeping on me in the bath?"

"Not for long Aunt Manya," replied Prem. "I would have
found a way to get you seriously and urgently into
bed".

His words sent a wave of thrill into the housewife's
body. She felt her cunt walls try to clasp at his semi
erect tool wedged inside her. She felt wild.

"You mean," she lisped, almost incredulously "you
would have made love to me'?

" Made love? You must be kidding. I would have fucked
you out of your brains whenever Dad was away Mom",
said Prem, in a voice imitating Deen's.

Manya turned hot and red when she heard Prem talking
in Deen's voice. Her cunt was now very wet and had
already added to the fluid layer around the cock in
her. She was incredibly aroused and the blood simply
rushed through her voluptuous body, making Prem
stiffen at her sudden change in physical state.

"Does Mom turn you on so much Deen" she asked, as if
talking to Deen.

"Yes Mom. You turn me on more than any girl I met. You
are the sexiest creature I know," replied Prem. Both
began to play along now.

"What is it that you find sexy about your mother my
dear Deen", asked Manya in a long, sexy drawl. She
could feel Prem's dick hardening in her pussy.

Outside the window, Deen felt like his balls were
going to explode. This had crossed his wildest
imagination. It was the wildest convergence of the
mutual horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She
was giving expression to it in the starkest, most
erotic manner possible. She was fucking his best
friend as a surrogate. His mother was crossing the
last frontier towards incest. But the greatest thing
about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And
Deen, the voyeur loved it all the more. More than
fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his mother
talk about fucking him. It was wilder than the real
thing, atleast for him. Rubbing his bursting dick, he
listened on as he heard Prem reply in his voice.

"Your ass, Mom. I love your sweet, full and meaty
ass."

"Only"?

"No Mom," your ass, tits, belly, navel everything. You
are a wet dream. I can lick and fuck every inch of you
Mom. You're built for fucking", went on Prem, getting
aroused by the whole act.

Manya could now feel Prem's cock prodding at the walls
of her cunt in mini thrusts. Her pussy oozed juices
and they streamed right out onto her inner thighs.
This was the wildest spell of lubrication in her sex
life. She felt her head turn heavy and her eyes were
glazed all over with lust. She drew Prem into her even
closer, her thighs gripping him hotly. She could now
almost see Deen's face in Prem.

"You like fucking me Deen?" she whispered into Prem's
face.

"Yess, Mom," Prem almost hissed.

"Will you fuck me next time you massage me", she
sobbed. Deen's head spun as he heard her. Prem was
surprised too at the discovery, but his dick talked
him out of any thinking.

"Yes Mom," he went on, trying harder now to mimick
Deen's voice. He began a slow motion thrusting into
his best friend' mother, making sure that the tip of
his dick caressed her pink pussy walls teasingly.

"Aaaaahh, mmmmmmm, Deen", wailed Manya. "Will you fuck
me now darling", she pleaded hornily, her hands
clasped around Prem's back, lost to her lust.

"Aaaaahh, mmmmmmm, Deen", wailed Manya. "Will you fuck
me now darling", she pleaded hornily, her hands
clasped around Prem's back, lost to her lust.

Prem could feel her cunt boiling slushily against his
dick. It was never as wet in all the times they had
fucked. He felt his dick bathed in her over discharged
fluids. The turned on housewife was quivering and
moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his chest into her
full, sweaty breasts. Manya felt hot and she was
trembling with extreme desire.

"I will Mom. I am...", he grunted, suddenly removing
the whole length of his steely dick and thrusting it
right into the horny mother's steamy twat in one
motion.

"Oooooh, Deen...", moaned the cock hungry mother,
delirious with lust. Her pussy, thighs and hips
responded with awakened incestuous vigour. She heaved
her hips upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the
young stud. She opened and closed the clasp of her
fleshy thighs against his hips in a wanton display of
extreme arousal.

"Fuck me Deen, fuck me hard dear. Fuck me like you
always wanted to...", she cried, opening her legs
wider and spreading her knees.

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With his hips freed of her fleshy grasp, Prem drove
his hips up and down into the horny woman's crotch.
His prick pumped violently into her dripping pussy. He
used his hands to squeeze and maul the mature woman's
large breasts. The pressure on Manya's tits increased
with every stroke of his cock. Her pussy simply flowed
and her body simply sweated until she was incredibly
drenched in their combined body fluids. The adulterous
woman mewled and cried out as her body got fucked. She
lost track of her surroundings completely as she got
balled by her son through his best friend's super
cock. The effect could not have been greater.

The effect could not have been greater for her son
too, who was watching in wild astonishment though the
window. He had cum twice witnessing his mother's
wanton exhibition. For the first time since his spying
started, he felt himself in Prem's place, fucking his
mother with wild energy.

"How should I fuck you Mom," went on Prem as he
pounded into Manya's overheated pussy.

"Like a bitch Deen, fuck your mother like the bitch
she is, " screamed the wildly sexed housewife as her
young stud mercilessly fucked her pussy, taunting her
in a way she found most thrilling.

"You're a bitch Mom," grunted Prem. "A wild, horny,
cock crazy bitch, aren't you". He rammed his cock even
harder, making Manya's voluptuous body shake.

"Aaaah, yes. Your mom is a cock crazy slut Deen...
fuck me darling... harder... aaah, I'm cumming... fill
me, fill me with your seed, give your mother your
baby... aaahh... mmmm... yesssss..." hissed and moaned
the sex crazed Manya, carrying herself and Prem to the
most intense orgasm ever in her adulterous life.

When their joint orgasm erupted, Deen could hear a
shatter in his own brain, which made him stagger and
ejaculate for the third time since his mother's
adulterous coupling began. He kept looking at the
gradual slowing of his friend's hips against his Mom's
juicy body. He kept looking at the lusty expressions
on his well fucked mother's face and the gentle
relaxation of her well toned thighs around Prem's
hips. He felt giddy out of exhaustion and bewildered
beyond normal levels. He always realised that his
mother loved displaying herself to him, but her deep
desire to get fucked by her son and the manner in
which she released her pent up desire was way beyond
his dreams. Holding his spent dick he took one last
look at his mother's naked, quivering form on his bed
alongside his best friend and began to turn away.

"What a bitch", he thought to himself, more in
positive amazement than out of any rage at his
mother's extreme sluttiness. Nothing about her would
surprise him anymore. Even as his limp dick began to
twitch again in that familiar way, the adolescent son
began to wonder what his next step should be. He loved
his mother. But he loved her slutty side a lot more.
He related in a very special way to her dynamite,
fuckable body and the outrightly slutty thoughts it
housed.

"Should I tell her I know", he debated to himself. He
was sure she wouldn't be wild. Infact the idea of her
being angry at his knowledge now seemed like a big
joke. Stroking his dick and reaching for his
cellphone, the young Deen decided he was on his Mom's
side and would do all he could to keep her happy.
Keeping her happy meant getting her fucked in all
positions and by different people and the idea
appealed to him , and his aching dick.

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With one hand on his crotch, rubbing almost constantly
through the trousers, the young son dialled his home
number and waited.He did it almost by instinct and for
a change never bothered about consequences. he didn't
think it would matter anymore.

The phone rang as Prem still had his dick lodged
inside the horny mother's pussy. Her cunt was a sodden
mess and so was his dick, half limp. Manya moaned and
looked lazily towards the phone, which was in the
living room. She didn't want to even stir, leave alone
answer it.Prem looked at her.

"Mmmmm, uhhhh uhhh," she murmured, as she shook her
head and ruffled his hair with one hand, while
stroking his back with her soft fingers of another
hand. Her thighs were outstretched and his dick was
soaked slushily inside her well fucked cunt.

"So they don't even want to take a call. Wow, fuck,"
thought Deen to himself. He disconnected and dialled
again. The phone rang to stir the adulterous couple
again.

"You know it could be Deen," mumbled Manya. "Why don't
you get the handset here".
"Ok", said Prem, as he got up with his cock making a
pop sound out of Manya's well satisfied but still warm
pussy.
"Aaaaah, mmmmmm, whimpered the horny mother, unwilling
to leave the meat that pleased her so much. She kept
her thighs, apart, exactly in the same way that Prem
left her.

Prem answered the phone. "Hello".

"Prem", said Deen into the phone,in a half whisper.
"Yes Deen," muttered Prem, his heart almost leaping
into his mouth. Keeping his cool, he made his way
towards the naked mother of his friend in the bedroom.
She was outstretched as she looked at him in an
inquiring manner. Prem nodded as if to acknowledge
that it was indeed Deen on the line.

In a sudden burst of sluttiness, Manya reached out to
grasp Prem's long and dangling tool and dragged him by
it towards her spread out thighs noiselessly. She kept
handling the stem of his dick and moved gradually to
the base of his balls as Prem tried to make
conversation with Deen.

"How was it", asked Deen.
"Yes Deen, I'm fine," stuttered Prem, much to Manya's
amusement.
"Not you my friend, I said how was the fuck"?
"What?, blurted out Prem, even as Manya manipulated
his cock, while her son enquired about their love
making.
"How does it feel to fuck my mother, Prem," hissed
Deen, in arousal.
"Aunt Manya is fine, she's tired and sleepy and I
wonder if we can go for the shopping", muttered Prem,
as Manya gave him a teasing smile.
"She'd better be tired after the balling you gave her
Prem", said Deen, in a half moan.
"Ah, ok", said Prem not knowing what to reply
"How did it feel inside", went on Deen, rubbing his
cock.
"Inside what", asked Prem in a whisper. The naked
Manya was now rearranging herself to place Prem's half
limp cock at her pussy."Let it be here as you talk",
she whispered and signalled to him sluttily.
"Inside her cunt, buddy. Was it hot and wet".
"Very", ventured Prem, hoping Manya wouldn't catch on
to their conversation. Manya didn't care.She placed
herself in perfect position before his half erect
dick, the lips of her wet pussy gaping in expectation
and in contact with the tip of her lover's potent
cock.
"Ooooh," moaned Deen, clutching his crotch. "YOu
planning to do her again now", he enquired, with his
pulse racing.
"Looks like it, " murmured Prem, beginning to feel his
cock harden again at all this talk.

Manya was delighted at this awakening of Prem's
cock.She brought her cunt muscles around Prem's cock
and began a slow clasping.
"Do her. Do her well. Fuck my mother thoroughly Prem,
till she's had enough", moaned Deen.
"Thanks I will," said Prem, still managing to talk
normally. "You take care too. When are you coming
home".
"When you are through with my Mom, Prem", said Deen in
a half whisper. Prem's dick shot up with a suddenness
that surprised Manya.
"What's going on", she hissed in surprise, as Prem's
cock pushed its way right back into the hole that it
plowed and ravished thoroughly, making the hot mother
squeal hornily. This was the reason why she loved
young boys. They never seemed to go limp.
"Or do you want me to come right now", said Deen,
stroking his dick and managing to tease Prem.
"No, No,"blurted out Prem. 'I mean anytime".His hips
began their movement already as the beautiful
housewife below him writhed and sucked in his dick
into her ever boiling twat.
"Don't worry, you can finish fucking my mother",
teased Deen, enjoying his friend's fluster."But don't
look around. I am watching".
Prem's dick reached an all time erection at this point
and he felt a searing burst of sperm gush from his
balls and gather momentum.He dropped the handset and
gave a hot, lusty look into Manya's eyes.It left even
sex crazy housewife slightly amused and wondering.

Manya was surprised at the rapid surge in intensity.
Prem's cock had hardened in record time and his
pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy had reached
a maddening pace.She spread herself out as much as she
could and kept her upper part still while letting her
hips and cunt take the full force of Prem's rapidfire
fucking.The sounds of his balls slapping against the
base of her ass could be heard by Deen, who had by now
reached the window. Manya's tits were wobbling with
each thrust and her rich hip flesh shaking with the
impact of the robust fucking that was being delivered
to her.She simply let herself free and absorbed the
intensity of this surprise fuck with gushing
pleasure.Both her heart and pussy simply gushed and
gushed, in their own beautiful ways.

From the window, Deen stroked and watched his mother's
scorchingly sexy body get serviced yet again. He
concentrated on her face and noticed the sheer beauty
of her features and the manner in which they glowed
and shone. He also noted the rising peaks of lust in
her eyes and was still watching her through the first
peak when he shot off on the walls, unable to hold on.

Manya revelled in this assault on her pussy. Prem was
now thundering in and out of her cunt with absolute
abandon and speed. Her entire body was now
supercharged as she received his thrusts and mauling
of her hips.She now reached the same scale as Prem in
the fuck rhythm as she gave counter thrusts of her own
and let her cunt clasp and uncalsp Prem's cock in a
frenzy.The mutual passion that enveloped the
adulterous couple exploded as both uttered guttural
sounds to orgasm and ejaculate in unison. Their
bodies, sweaty and sticky left no gap at all between
them and Deen, spent out already, simply marvelled at
the power fucking that his mother was getting from his
best friend.He watched and watched the naked duo, as
their passions gradually ebbed out.

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A mentally exhausted son was Deen, as he fully
witnessed his mother's sexual extremes and slipped

down against the wall outside his bedroom. He decided
to give them fifteen minutes before going

into the house. The whole afternoon's episode was like
a raunchy screensaver before his eyes and

thinking about it only served to arouse him all the
more. After fifteen minutes he rose and

wondered whether he should give a warning call home to
check on Prem and his own hot pants

mother.Deciding against it, he rang the doorbell.

Manya, in the meanwhile bade a naked, sweaty farewell
to her hard stroking lover, giving his

cock a loving one minute caress at the door as Prem
kissed her deeply, with his hand stroking her

ass lovingly all the while. Manya couldn't help
gushing at all the attention her lush ass got -

from everyone.It was Prem, not Manya, who broke the
kiss and slipped out of the house. The last

thing the horny housewife felt was his wet , semi
erect cock, slipping out of her hands.With a

sigh, she closed the door and, surveying her naked,
well used body, she strolled lazily into her

bedroom, deciding to take a long, cleansing bath and
wait for the arrival of her two darling

sons. No sooner had she slipped under the shower and
turned it on, than she heard the doorbell

ring. Thinking it had to be Deen, she wrapped a towel
around her wet, ripe body, she tip toed

towards the door and opened it.The towel was not meant
to be a full towel but more of a waist

cover, with a separate towel that Manya used for
drying her long, hair.This one reached just

above mid thigh and at the top, more than half her
luscious breasts were exposed and jutting out

quite proudly.
"Hi Deen", she said nonchalantly as she let her son
in."Give me a minute, I'll finish my bath".
"OK, Mom," said Deen, walking in and taking in her scantily covered body as his mother briskly

walked away to complete her bath.His final sight was of her wide and swaying ass. "She's the very

incarnation of lust", thought the sexually disturbed son.

After the bath, Manya pondered for a moment about her attire. Since her hubby was away and she

was alone with her sons for the evening and night, she merely wore a petticoat and a thin cotton

blouse. Both were white in colour and due to the
season, Manya left the top two buttons of her blouse undone. The petticoat of course was tied about four inches below her deep navel and

consequently her huge, well curved but softly fleshed midriff was on full display. With a towel

around her hair, she stepped into the living room,where Deen was reading a newspaper.

Deen looked up to see the lazy stride of his Mom as she entered the room with a smile. her face

glowed from all the fucking she had received and her waist flesh bore a certain elasticity which

Deen presumed or imagined came from all the continuous squeezing given by his friend.About half

her full tits were out and they swayed sexily beneath the braless blouse as she walked. God, his

mother was a sex goddess.

"Are you tired Mom", asked Deen, looking her in the eye.
"Ahh! Ohh! yes..." stammered Manya, not expecting the question. "A bit".
"Uhhhmm.Prem told me over the phone", continued her son, looking her over.
Manya didn't look Deen in the eye. Flustered, she mumbled again, "Yeah. I told him we couldn't go

shopping. I need to rest today Deen". With these words she stretched herself sexily, letting her

son watch her breasts rise upwards , eyes twinkling in a teasing way.She held that pose for half

a minute. A stunned Deen felt she resembled one of those starlets in a photo shoot. It was

Manya's intention to divert her son.

"You look beautiful today Mom", stuttered Deen, gazing at his mother's exposed midriff and navel.
"Ohh, thank you Deen.Why do you say today. Don't I look nice everyday"? Manya nearly blushed that her son
had actually said something about her beauty. "Of course Mom, sorry, " said Deen, a little lost for words.
"Then what is it about today that makes me more beautiful, Deen" went on the teasing mother, shifting
her hips from one side to another, but retaining the same sexy stance.
"Well, everything, I mean...", Deen was at a complete loss for words.
"Everything means what Deen," teased the foxy mother, turning her voice into a loud whisper.
"Meaning your face, looks, everything," mumbled Deen, turning his face away from the fleshy treasures in
front of him.
"Again you say, everything. What else do you look at
apart from my face dear", she teased on, bending now
to dangle her ripe cleavage before the young lad's
eyes.
"Oh come on Mom, don't embarass me" blushed Deen,
trying to avoid looking at the creamy mounds right in
front of his eyes. Her nipples could be seen when
bent.Deen felt his dick shoot up, a sight which was
not lost on his mother.
"Well, Deen. I always thought my face was pretty. But
now you tell me, there's something more that you see.
Thanks for whatever you feel that's nice".
Deen blushed furiously at this remark.He fully knew
that his mother was acting a tease but he was
confused. In his mind, it was safer ogling her horny
body and exploits from some distance than go through
this.
"No Mom, I mean, I mean..."
"Whatever you mean, my dear, I'm sure you mean well.
Now will you please help me dry my hair", she said
handing him her towel and sitting down on the
floor.Her body settled between his legs , forcing him
to spread them and her head was almost near her son's
crotch.
With torturous uneasiness, Deen said "Yes," and
reached out for the towel.
The sides of Manya's waist and tits were in constant
contact with Deen's legs as he slowly rubbed the towel
on his mother's hair, at times drawing it outwards. He
marvelled at her hair, its blackness and thickness.He
also marvelled at how warm her waist felt against the
sides of his calves, how hot her ass felt against the
tips of his toes and how hot his own dick felt against
the back of his mother's head from time to time. His
mother seemed to deliberately push her head back
against his crotch time and again, Deen could
swear.Looking down he could see her breasts completely
down the blouse. Her nipples were clearly on show and
the blouse itself was quite tightly wrapped around the
cup of her each tit, making them full, grabbable
handfuls for any guy.
"Yes, any guy", thought Manya's son as he continued to
slowly fondle his Mom's hair. Her hair was long since
dried, but both mother and son remained in that locked
posture. Deen's dick was scorchingly hot against
Manya's head.Manya moaned lightly and rubbed back once
in a while but both were confused about what to do
next. Therefore neither moved. Instead they continued
with their intimate posture, not willing to budge an
inch, eager to let the lingering, doubtful impulses
last as long as possible.

Clad in a measly blouse, half unbuttoned and a white
petticoat with a longish slit at the side, the ever
horny mother presented a raunchy sight, nestled cosily
between her elder son's legs, his hands fondling her
beautiful head. Manya waited and waited for deen to do
something. deen waited and waited for something to
happen, god knows what. But he didn't want to move.
Something had to happen to break the impasse. it came
in the form of a doorbell ring, shaking the mother and
son out of their confused sexual reverie.
"It must be Binu", said Deen, still fondling his
mother's hair, ruffling her hair.
"Uhhmmm", murmured a dreamy Manya, packing herself
more closely into Deen."Will you open the door, or do
you want me to".
"You open it Mom", said Deen, releasing her almost
unwillingly.

He said it because he wanted to see his scantily clad
mother get up and walk sexily to the door in her
dreamy state. Since he came back to the house, he had
not yet seen his mother's glorious ass in motion and
this was his chance. A strangely unsuspecting Manya
got up and directed her voluptuous body towards the
door, in all its semi-clad glory. Deen watched again
in undilutable amazement as her ass swayed in gentle
rhythm and the single tyre around her waist rippled
sexily with each step, her long hair reaching upto the
base of her asscheeks and the petticoat itself, now
slipped so low that it threatened to fall right off
those juicy hips.

"God, she can get bangd, no, gangbangd any
time",thought Deen, in worried arousal, as his hot
mother opened the door.

"Now what will Binu do to Mom seeing her in this
state", thought Binu's elder brother.

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Deen saw his mother unlock the door, his gaze fixed on
her meaty ass. It was Binu. Manya smiled and turned
around almost immediately after opening the door. In
his now usual gesture of warmth, the younger son
embraced his skimpily clad mother from the rear with a
loud "Hi, Mom".
Both his hands encircled her belly, the right index
finger instantly embarking on a navel probe. Manya
squealed. Binu dipped his head down to nibble at his
mother's earlobe, while continuing his caressing.Since
Manya had already turned around before he could enter,
Binu missed his customary kiss on his mother's rosy
lips. So he ran his tongue all around his sexy
mother's ear,maintaining the belly squeeze rhythm.

Across the room, Deen stared and stared, without
batting an eyelid. Both his squealing mother and
pawing brother faced him . Manya's face underwent a
rapid transformation from amusement to gradual
arousal.Her son's incessant caressing of her fleshy
midriff stirred the first wave of juices deep within
her body. Binu's nibbling of her sensitve earlobe and
the series of kisses around her neck, ears and upper
back , now began to shift into near foreplay mode.
Deen's dick was already in orbit and he was itching to
rub it through his
trousers. But since his Mom faced him, he could only
shift about in disturbed arousal.

Manya's feelings were confused. She could take the
caressing without any outward show of arousal but her
son's kissing , which now covered most of her neck and
ears was a new sensation which sent thrilling bolts
all through her body. With her son's hands moving all
over her trunk and face getting kissed , nibbled and
licked in teasing succession, the lovely mother got
warmer and warmer within. Her face carried a soft glow
of arousal and the squealing changed into soft
moans.It was a one minute mauling session which the
younger son subjected his sexy mother to and the
watching Deen could make out that his well fucked
mother's body was shifting gears. Her grip on Binu's
hands loosened and she involuntarily relaxed her body
in surrender, revelling in the sensations brought
about by her loving son. A part of her mind still
waged a battle which she realised she was not inclined
to continue forever. Manya did not allow it to occupy
much mindspace. The thoughts came and left on their
own, she let them. Just as she let Binu have his way
with her body.

It was the sudden impact of Binu's erect dick on her
heated rump that brought Manya out of any lingering
dilemma. As if to conclude his amorous greeting , Binu
smothered his mother from behind, his teeth biting
gently into her ear and his hands rising on Manya's
belly to reach the base of her half exposed tits.His
knuckles dug into the base of his Mom's breasts as the
intensity of his rear embrace brought her lush ass
into full, warm contact with his throbbing dick.

"Aaaaah", gasped the horny mother feeling her loins
moisten further. Her face shot up to look straight
into the eyes of her elder son. Binu's dick jerk
brought about the first meaningful exchange of looks
between his brother and mother. Both Deen and Manya
stared at each other. Deen saw his beautiful mother
smile lightly at him and then rotate her eyes in mock
amusement at her younger son's acts. Manya maintained
eye contact with her elder son while getting fully
pawed by the younger one. Deen's eyes were at their
widest ever and he shifted his gaze in rapid
succession between his mother's face and her ripe body
which Binu was now toying with.

Unconsciously, his right hand went towards his crotch
to give it a not so subtle rub. Amidst all the mauling
she was receiving from her younger son, Manya did not
fail to notice Deen's crotch rub. Her eyes quickly
reverted to Deen's and she gave him a smile. At that
moment, Binu's right index finger dug deep into his
sexy mother's navel, making the aroused housewife moan
her way through her smile. It was a supremely sexy
sight which the bewildered Deen couldn't take any
more. He rose , rushed into his room and straightaway
locked himself in his bathroom, leaving Binu with
their squeeze toy of a mother.

It did not take a second for Deen to start beating his
meat with supreme vigour.His mother had actually
teased him with her eyes while getting felt up and
kissed by his brother.The thought was ball bursting to
the young lad and images of his mother's beautifully
naughty smile filled his mind as he stroked his dick
faster and faster. She had smiled at him when Binu was
squeezing away at her waist and hips; she had smiled
when his dick pressed hotly into her ass and the smile
only turned naughtier as his brother's man handling of
his mother's ripe body grew in intensity. Her eyes
never left his.

"Mmmmmmm," moaned Deen, his jerking off entering the
final phase.He remembered the wet nibbling of her
earlobes by Binu and the helpless surrender of his
mother. "Aaaaah what a horny slutttttt", he almost
shouted out as the spunk flew out of his heated dick.

The first two loads were hot and strong and landed
nearly three feet away. Even at the seventh spurt,
there was some semen seeping out of his mom-dedicated
dick and the young, dazed son sat back against the
bathroom wall, trying to figure out events.

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Chapter 57

When Binu finally got his hands off his sexy mother,
she dragged her skimpily clad body on to the sofa and
slumped. Binu announced that he needed a bath. Deep
down, Manya heard herself announce "I need to get
fucked". Her sex craving now began to surprise , if
not alarm her. Despite the hard fucking delivered to
her by Prem, her pussy began to lubricate all over
again, thanks to her son's robust squeezing of her
well stacked body and the extreme arousal she saw in
her elder son's face.Manya was not innocent. She knew
Deen rushed away only to jerk off and smiled to
herself realising that she was the reason behind her
son's hectic masturbatory impulse.Her hands slipped
down towards her pussy. With Binu having vanished for
a bath, she felt safe enough to caress her mound
through the petticoat. Purring silently , she indulged
herself, her breasts heaving and fingers probing away
through the single garment covering her dripping
pussy. Manya regretted the thick fabric of the
petticoat and decided to change into a sari for the
ease that it afforded in terms of labial access.She
was not aware that Deen was already watching her,
after his mind blowing masturbatory spell.

Before changing , Manya got dinner ready for the three
of them and while the table was being laid by Deen she
announced that she would be back in a minute. When
Manya returned after a while, two erect cocked lads
looked towards their mother.Deen's eyes first
conducted the crotch test. He noted from his mother's
juicy thigh junction through the sari that she had not
worn a petticoat.Next, his eyes carried out the nipple
test. To his thrill and amazement, he noted that his
mother had not worn a bra under her short and tight
white blouse.The sari was testing the holding power of
Manya's well blown hips and yet again, Deen wondered
how long it would last on his horny mother's body.His
mother had grown into quite an expert in the art of
wearing a sari just above her bush and making it
appear natural.The navel stared at the world, inviting
people to look.Dinner was a relatively less eventful
affair, except for a couple of hard feels of her ass
by Binu and one instance where Manya almost dipped her
cleavage right into Deen's face while standing next to
him to serve him.But it was the mother's eyes that
teased Deen right through the meal.Manya flirted away,
smiling mischievously at Deen. Deen felt very troubled
but at the same time felt that his mother looked very
beautiful with that typical, smile.

It was a very well fucked but horny again mother that
Binu slipped into bed with that night. The bedroom
door was shut but not locked. The moment Manya rested
her sexy, scantily dressed body onto the bed, Binu
literally pounced onto her midriff, making her
squeal.The squeal brought Deen to the door outside but
he could only listen. Binu wasted no time in letting
his tongue dart in and out of his mother's navel, his
hands kneading her full hips.Manya smiled to herself
at this over eager behaviour of her son.

"Uhh, Binu," she squealed. "You don't leave me alone
even for a minute".
Binu looked up from the base of her abdomen, a mild
feeling of guilt in his eyes.
He suddenly stopped licking his mother's navel and
said, "I'm sorry Mom,did it hurt".
"No silly, nothing hurt", smiled Manya.
"You are so beautiful Mom", said Binu in an almost
serious manner. It made the horny mother smile again.
Binu resumed his lip attack on the huge territory of
flesh made available by the low worn sari of his
mother. Manya's flesh warmed all over again and her
pussy tingled. She brought her thighs together and
rubbed them lightly against each other. Her son's chin
was resting against her abdomen, just a couple of
inches above her rich, trimmed bush, which was fairly
visible through her semi transparent sari. Binu moved
his lips across his mother's belly and gradually
inched upwards towards her now heaving bosom. Manya's
nipples hardened as she felt her son inch closer
towards her breasts.Her whole body was on fire, while
a gradual ooze started in her pussy, which made her
feel very itchy down there.

Binu reached his mother's breasts, clad in a thin
blouse with the top two buttons off.He stared
momentarily at their creamy fullness. Having arrived,
the young boy hesitated or a moment. Manya lay still,
in anticipation, her breath almost at a
standstill.Binu skipped her bosom and carried himself
further so that he was face to face with his mother.
Both the eager son and the horny mother looked into
each other's eyes.Upto that moment, Manya marvelled at
the ease with which Binu got comfortable with her
body. Her heart now began to beat faster, when Binu
suddenly leaned forward and kissed his mother slowly
on her lips.Manya closed her eyes and opened her mouth
to allow access to his probing tongue.Mother and son
let their tongues dance inside their mouths, sometimes
in tandem and sometimes on their own.Suddenly Binu
removed his mouth from his mother's and began kissing
Manya on her face, eyes and neck. He rained soft
kisses on his mother's
beautiful face.Binu's kissing always left wet traces
whereever the places and Manya's face was moist with
her son's saliva. The well felt up mother was hot and
horny now. Her pussy oozed juices liberally, forming a
wet patch on her sari. The flimsy garment stuck to her
drooling crotch and Manya could now sense Binu's
erection twitching away, pressing into the side of her
thigh.Binu halted his kissing, making Manya look at
him in smiling inquiry. He looked cute and puzzled as
she stared at his mother's breasts.

Manya could feel Binu's right hand make an initial
move towards her bosom and then stop abruptly, resting
just at the base of her left boob.She lay still,
waiting for his next move, but couldn't suppress a
sexy moan as she felt his cock press harder into her
thigh.
"Mom, you are so fair and beautiful," Binu mumbled
again, in genuine confusion. His hand stopped its
movement towards his mother's full tits.
"Thank you Binu," said the happy mother, almost
enjoying her son's plight.She wanted him to go
further, but as was her policy, it had to be his
initiative, not hers.Moreover, she didn't think that
her younger son needed help in this area, unlike her
elder one.
"That's the second time you've said that I'm
beautiful".
"Yeah Mom, I can go on like this you know".
"Like what Binu", teased Manya, despite her raging
pussy heat.
"Like this, " he gushed, suddenly dipping his head
into his mother's cleavage, making her gasp.
Binu made a deep suction sound and rose away from his
mother's rich bosom. "But Mom..." he paused.
Manya moaned at her son inquiringly.
"Dad may not like it if I did it", he mumbled, much to
his mother's surprise. Manya nearly laughed.
"Your Dad will not like a lot of what you already did
Binu", she said softly, nuzzling her son's head. "Or
what you do everyday".
Binu blushed as he said"You mean kissing you Mom".
"Not just kissing, the way you play with my body
Binu".
"Uhhh, you don't like it Mom", stuttered Binu.
Manya's heart gushed with love for her son at this
point. "I didn't say I didn't like it Binu. I said
your Dad will not like it for sure."
"You want me to stop it Mom"?
"Stop what, Binu", Manya teased on.
"You know playing with your.... your..", he trailed
away.
"With my ass? Your mother's ass?"Manya went on, in a
hoarse whisper.
"Oh Mom, I feel shy," Binu managed to say.
"So you want to stop playing with my ass Binu",
whispered Manya, feeling her son's dick scorching her
thigh.
"Umm, you have a good 'kule' you know", said Binu,
using the native Kannada term for ass.
"I know I have a good kule Binu", said Manya, turning
on to her side, as if to emphasise it. She ran her
hand around the circumference of her magnificent
posterior. "Would you like to stop doing this", she
said, slowly kneading her own asscheeks with her right
hand.
"Noooo Mom," Binu half wailed as he bent down and
kissed his mother hotly on her lips, forcing her mouth
apart.
Manya gave in to her son's passion and whispered"You
don't have to stop anything you like Binu".
"Yes Mom, I'll be careful to do it when Dad's away".
"Smart boy, but you can be smarter", whispered the
sexy mother, holding her son by the head again.
"How Mom"?
"Not when Dad's away, but when Dad's not looking,"
said the slut, dragging her son by the head onto her
full breasts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What if there are other people in the house, mom?", he asked as he
lowered his mouth on her right nipple, and started suckling. Manya
took that as the final question and answered "No Binu, not in front of
others", and put her fingers through his hair, grabbing some and
pulling him deeper into her boob.

"Don't stop with your hands Binu", she said as Binu wrapped his hands
around her waist, trying to find her ass. He took his right hand, and
brought it back on her left boob.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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