Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Later that morning...

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

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

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

Redesigning her clothes

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

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

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

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

After going through her mail, and finding there was more spam than
actual emails - there was no personal emails, she had not received one
in months - Manya was getting bored and ready to shut down the
computer. Taking a look at the spam folder, she decided to clear it
out before signing out, as she had never cleared out her spam. Just
taking a look at the spam folder made her gasp, and start getting wet
all over again. Looking at the subject of the spam emails, she saw
there was a gold mine out there, waiting to be discovered!! She was by
no means a novice when it came to computers and the internet, she knew
how to navigate her way around and clean up after herself, so she was
aware of the fact she would have to look for the diamonds amongst a
whole bunch of junk. But her path was clear, there was so much
material out there for her to keep herself updated, improve herself
that she almost kicked herself for not doing it earlier.

Looking at the clock, she saw she had about an hour before Deen and
Binu returned from college. Undoing her saree (which was all she was
wearing) she kept it below her and made herself comfortable. She had
to search through a lot of google hits before she hit on a couple of
good story sites. She quickly added them to her bookmarks for later
reading. Realizing that she would need an email account to go with
them, she created a fresh account on gmail. When deciding on the name,
she felt it better to go with a name befitting her personality and
went with manya.kutiya at 1 kutiya means bitch, in Hindi and
she felt that was the way she wanted to be seen and known on the
internet. Armed with that email address, she quickly created an
account on several story sites. By the time she was done, her hand was
messy, the saree on which she was sitting was sopping wet and she was
radiating an amazing glow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why not? Are you saying you wouldn't want to do it again?" came back
Deen with his quick question.

That silenced Prem for the moment. He couldn't deny that Manya was the
hottest woman he had ever seen, and fucking her was the most amazing
experience of his young life. Add to the fact that she was his best
friend's mother made the whole thing even hotter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Later that night...

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

Even though Prem had taken her roughly and called her names, she knew
it was all an act and as he left he kissed her passionately and told
her that in so many words. Before he left with Deen, he whispered in
her ears "And maybe, you will let me fuck you too, mommy" imitating
Deen. That was just too much for the horny mother, who clutched the
door hard, and fell to her knees, shaking in a strong orgasm caused by
words alone. To her, that was an indication of how much her body
needed the sexual attention it was now getting, and how much she had
come to depend on it.

It was with these thoughts that she was drifting off to sleep when the
phone rang. Cursing herself, wondering who it could be at that time of
the night, she picked up the phone and answered in an irritated tone
"Hello? Who is it?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Over my dead body! I am not moving from here Desh. You know we have
talked about this before. I do not want to move, not now, not in a
week. Not ever. Do you hear me?" half-shouted Manya, now on the verge
of tears. She had given up everything for Desh, she gave up her job at
the college to take care of the kids, she had married Desh and in
return ended up alienating all of her family and now he wanted her to
break the only thread she had left.

She had formed many relationships in the community over the years, and
she had come to think of the neighborhood as a second home. She could
not see herself moving from the area, and if need be she would fight
tooth and nail with Desh over this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Gopal was the neighborhood "bhangi" (janitor) who swept the streets.
He had a reputation in the neighborhood as a womanizer, and word was
that he was fucking not only the dhoban (laundry lady) but also half
of the other servant girls in the community. Deen knew what was about
to happen and felt his dick harden again in an instant.

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"My my, Mrs. M. I always knew you were a sexy woman, I had no idea you
were such a whore!" said Gopal with a nasty grin on his face. He undid
his dhoti in a second as he approached the voluptious mother of two.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once Deen and Binu were off to college, she would let the grocer fuck
her once, maybe twice. After that, she needed to take a shower and go
on the internet. There was a wealth of information out there for her,
waiting to be discovered. Then there was the one innocent statement
that Binu had made regarding her boobs. He had wondered if there was a
way they would produce milk again. Short of getting pregnant, she did
not know of any other way of producing milk. Was there something on
the internet that could help her with this aspect? Also, was it
possible to get addicted to sex? She knew she craved it more and more
now than ever before, but was there a way she could get herself
addicted to it? As in going stir crazy if she didn't get fucked every
so often? The bigger question was, was that something she wanted for
herself? Could she still maintain that aura in the neighborhood if she
became a sex-craving nymphomaniac?

These thoughts were front and center as she prepared her tea. When the
time came to pour the milk, a shiver ran up and down her spine as she
was about to begin a new habit, a habit of drinking cum with every cup
of tea. Considering how much tea she drank in a day - 5 cups - it
meant she would be drinking atleast 5 teaspoons of cum every day.
Feeling naughtier than usual, she went ahead and poured twice the
usual amount of "milk" she usually would into the tea, giving an
indication to Deen that she was not only up to it, but would do
anything she could to make herself addicted to drinking cum.

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

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

"Mmm good morning mom" he said sleepily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Immediately embarassed, he tried to pull himself off his mother and
withdrew his hands from her. Manya realized this was the most crucial
moment in their relationship going forward and she had to make sure
Binu was perfectly comfortable with it and for her part, did not let
go of him.

"No no baby, it is fine. You did not do anything wrong sweetheart",
said Manya lovingly, showering her son with kisses all over his face.
"You made mommy feel so so good, mommy loves you so much for this."

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

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

"Well it did, mom" answered Binu sheepishly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

t did not take long for Tiger to recover, and his keen nose picked up
the arousal of two bitches in the room. More than that, he picked up a
delicious smell two feet from his nose on the floor where Manya had
just been fucked just a short while ago. He reached over and start
licking the ground to clean up any residual deposit and followed the
smell to its source.

Sana and Manya both stopped talking at this point and watched Tiger
with their utmost attention and Sana, to her credit dropped the leash
entirely. He quickly made his way towards Manya and licked her face,
getting more of that delicious smell. Manya moaned loudly as if she
were alone in the house, slipping from the couch and falling to her
knees. She stayed in that position as Tiger progressed southwards to
her tits, and each swipe of his rough tongue on her sensitive nipples
gave her a mini orgasm.

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The more Tiger licked her melons, the more she became aware of the
fact that she was a bitch for him, nothing else. She didn't even
realize when she dropped her hands to the floor and shen Tiger shifted
his attention to her pussy. The first lick on her pussy sent Manya
into space. She screamed so loud it startled even Tiger but only for a
moment. Each swipe gave her an intense orgasm and she experienced one
massive orgasm after another as Tiger continued to lick her pussy
clean, attempting to get all the juicy and tasty nectar he could find.
Before long, his tongue probed inside her cunt and the horny bitch did
nothing to discourage the stud.

Sana and Deen both watched as if mesmerized at the sight before them.
Sana by now had pushed aside her panties and thrust her fingers in her
own pussy. She had never seen nor heard of anything like what she was
seeing right now, and it was simply out of this world! The sexiest
woman in the world - according to her - was getting fucked like a
bitch-in-heat by her own dog and she was masturbating to it like some
cheap slut! As she pushed her fingers in her cunt she saw at the sexy
slut looking back at her with a lust-filled look in her eyes. As if by
mental telepathy, she slid down towards Manya and herself got on her
hands and knees kissing her full on the lips.

The two kissed each other passionately for it seemed an eternity while
Tiger licked Manya's pussy. It was the first such experience for both
women as their tongues danced with each other lovingly. It seemed so
natural to them as they kissed only with their tongues, their hands on
the ground. Deen watched the scene with rapt attention as the two
women began a new chapter in their lives.

Manya bit down on Sana's lower lip as she felt something heavy fall on
her ass, and something very big enter her cunt.

"Oww!! Ohh Ma!!!" she shouted as Tiger jumped on her and entered her
cunt with one quick, precise thrust and started humping away like a
jackhammer.

"Oooh Aunty!! Tiger has entered you, he is mating with you like he
mates with a bitch!" said an excited Sana.

"It feels so amazing Sana! Oh God he is so big!" said an orgasmic
Manya between breaths.

"You haven't seen anything yet Aunty!" whispered Sana, showering
kisses on the older woman's face. "When he is ready to cum, his knot
will go inside you. I have seen it go inside the bitches, and it is
bigger than my fist" she held up her fist in the air in front of Manya.

"Oh God! I'll die!" shouted Manya as she came non stop as a result of
Tiger's thrusts. She did her best to meet his thrusts but it was a
futile effort. It was as if every square inch of her pussy was filled
with his cock and she could feel every pulsating vein on the cock. The
heat from his cock was almost too unbearable for Manya, who was by now
riding an orgasmic wave with one orgasm coinciding with another, one
orgasm triggering another.

After a couple of minutes of the most furious paced fuck of her life,
just when she felt she could not take it any more, Manya felt
something huge banging against her pussy lips. It was bigger than
anything she had ever felt and panicked.

"Relax Aunty, it is just his knot. Relax and take it in, it is how
dogs breed. So that their cum does not seep out and they make their
bitches pregnant" reassured Sana as she continued to encourage the
sexy mother.

The thought of being bred by this dog, producing puppies was just too
much for Manya who slumped at the same time his knot entered her cunt.
It filled her like nothing before as it filled her cunt like a
balloon, making sure she could not get separated from Tiger until it
deflated. Shortly after the knot entering her cunt Tiger began cumming
inside her, sending lava hot cum in her pussy, millions and millions
of sperms running into a womb seeking an egg that was not there to be
found. At the same time, Manya got a glimpse of Deen hiding behind the
curtain and that was too much for the cheating wife as she began
writhing on the floor, her pussy, clit and nipples on fire as she
experienced the orgasm of a lifetime being fucked by this horny dog.
It was as if her life was fulfilled. She saw her son watching her
being fucked by a dog, it was such a blissful experience, a feeling
like none other that could be compared.

As Tiger pumped more and more cum into her receptive cunt, Sana kept
whispering words of encouragement and love into her idol's ears.

"God Aunty, that was so sexy! You've never looked sexier or more
beautiful. I'd love to watch you do that again. Promise me you will
show me this again Aunty!" implored the young girl.

"I'll do that anytime you want me to, Sana" promised Manya.

The two continued kissing and talking for the next half an hour while
they waited for Tiger to deflate and his knot to retreat from Manya's
cunt. The moment of truth however came when Tiger pulled out and all
that cum poured out of Manya's well fucked pussy. Sana and Manya both
looked at each other, and with a wicked smile both began lapping up
the drippings. There was enough cum to go around for both women and
they licked it up like true bitches, to their hearts' content.

The floor now clean, they both looked at Tiger who was resting and
sleeping peacefully after a nice workout.

"Aunty. Can I ask you something?" said Sana.

"Sure, dear" replied Manya.

"How is it that you get fucked by so many men, and they still respect
you?" asked Sana.

"What do you mean Sana? Who fucks me?" asked a surprised and alarmed
Manya.

"Well I saw the grocer fuck you earlier today just before I came over"
said a blushing Sana.

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"You naughty girl!" said Manya with a smile. "Well the truth is dear,
I don't tease mercilessly. If you tease and not put out, they will
hate you for it. But if you tease and then give in, they will love you
for that. Moreover, you need to maintain that air of mystery, that air
of sexiness as well. It's not just being sexy, it's knowing that you
are sexy and letting others know that you know you are sex. You know
what I mean?" asked Manya.

"No Aunty, sorry. That just confused me" replied Sana. "Can you teach
me?" asked Sana.

"Teach you? You want to be like me?" asked Manya.

"Oh I could never be like you Aunty! You are so much prettier, so much
more beautiful and so much more sexier than me. Sometimes I wish you
were my mother, and I would have inherited some of your good looks and
figure." said Sana.

Manya tuned out what Sana said after that as she felt a spasm in her
cunt upon listening to the last sentence... "...I wish you were my
mother...." were the words that kept ringing in her head as she began
fingering her cunt anew and her mind drifted back to when she was just
a teenager.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No she will not Rama. I see the way other men look at her, and I can
tell that her body is reacting to that attention. She has it in her
blood Rama, she will turn out the same way..." replied Jayanthi as she
was cut off by a very shocked and troubled Manya.

"What do you mean it is in my blood? What do you mean I won't turn out
the same?" asked Manya, startling her parents as she stood there,
hands forming fists, tears running down her cheeks. Her head spinning,
she felt her world crashing around her as she went off asking
questions one after another as they came to her head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"She is beautiful Tanya" said Manya.

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

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

"What do you mean" asked Tanya.

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

"No, not really" replied Tanya.

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

Tanya settled into the house just fine. She decided to be a little
different from her "sister" in the way she acted around people. Where
Manya was calm, confident and fully aware of her effect on others,
Tanya acted as if naive, gullible and totally oblivious of her effect
on others. The two had talked about it and decided it was a nice
approach to take for Tanya, seeing as how no one knew her this would
provide an opportunity for her to get the maximum fucking possible.

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If there were any doubt as to the validity of this assumption, they
were all cleared away the first time Tanya decided to breastfeed Tara
in public. Instead of hiding her bosom with her saree, she first undid
her blouse (which was the same style as Manya's saree) then fed one
milk filled melon to her hungry daughter. After a while, she would
shift Tara to the other boob. All this while she would continue acting
and talking as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. Within 2
days of her arrival to the neighborhood, she became a regular
companion to all the neighborhood men and boys alike.

Her biggest fan though was Binu. He only need a slight encouragement
from Manya to start hugging and molesting Tanya in a similar manner.
That she was lactating though made her all the more appealing to the
young teenager. The first time Tanya fed Tara in front of him, Manya
suggested that since Binu was so eager to find out how the milk would
taste, he should sample some. He didn't need a second invitation and
dove in with great enthusiasm. It was like an addiction for Binu,
drinking milk from Tanya's heavy breasts. In time, Manya began to
wonder how it would feel to have Binu drinking milk from her own.

She had timed this perfectly. Her husband had left barely three weeks
ago, and today was going to be her most fertile time of the month. She
had stopped using any kind of contraceptives, and judging by her extra
horny state of mind, she knew she would definitely get pregnant if she
got fucked today. With that thought, she lifted Binu's head off her
melons and rose from the bed. She could feel his sperm on her thighs,
where he came again last night. It had become a nightly routine, with
Binu cumming on her thighs or her belly atleast twice, while he sucked
both his, and Tanya's boobs. She had started to share their nightly
bed and provided Binu with the milk he was so fascinated with.

She looked lovingly at her son and daughter both sleeping naked next
to each other. She was very proud of Tanya, the way she had embraced
her sexuality. She knew something about psychology that Tanya did not,
and was eagerly waiting for the day her theory would prove right.
Tanya openly acted like a very naive and gullible girl, and was
getting fucked by a minimum of five different people every day. She
also acted in the same fashion in front of Deen and Binu. Manya knew
it was only a matter of time before acting that way would cease to
become an act and end up becoming her nature. She knew that one day,
she would actually become a dumb bimbo, who could easily be duped into
having sex by a conversation she overheard only last night

Salman: "Tanya, let me fuck you!"

Tanya: "No Salman, I'm not that kind of a girl!"

Salman: "I heard you can take a cock inside your pussy, all the way in?"

Tanya: "Of course, very easily."

Salman: "I don't believe it. You're lying!"

Tanya: "I'm not lying, I am telling the truth"

Salman: "Prove it."

Tanya: "Ok, let's go."

And that's all it took for Salman to fuck her daughter the previous
evening. Manya wondered how long it would take before Tanya's
personality would be altered. With such thoughts in her mind, she
contemplated what clothes to wear for this auspicious day. White would
be the most transparent, she felt. Picking up a white saree and the
matching white blouse she went to the living room where Deen was
watching her activities from behind a curtain. Naked, she went to the
front door and opened it as she gave the milkman his usual daily
thrill. She squatted down as she picked up the milk bottles,
maintaining eye contact with the milkman and Saleem (the
paper-delivery man) the entire time. Rising, she went to the kitchen
where she set down the bottles and reappeared at the doorway a moment
later. Dropping to her knees, she presented her rear to the two virile
young men. It was her goal today, to be fucked by everyone in the
neighborhood who had fucked her over the last few days, so she had a
lot of fucking in store for her today.

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Deen sat back on his bed, jacking off furiously to his mother's face
as he reflected on the day's activities. He saw his mother start off
her day by getting fucked by the milkman and the paper-delivery man.
Both men fucked her like a bitch, and came inside her twice each. Just
as she was getting ready to get up, the janitor came up and fucked her
twice more. With her cunt gushing cum readily, she wrapped her saree
around her and went for a walk, where first Salman's father then both
Sam and Salman fucked her. All three men came twice inside her. The
climax of the morning came when Salman's dog mounted his favorite
bitch in front of both Sam and Salman. When she got home, she was
fucked two times by the man who started it all, the grocer. Once Binu
left for college (Deen ran back home right away) she was visited by Sam
and Salman who took turns fucking her once again. They left shortly
after that with Tanya, but that did not mean Manya was left alone. She
went looking for cock at this point and found the apartment building
guard, the mailman, Abdul and finally Sam's father all of whom were
more than eager to donate two loads of cum into her hyper fertile cunt.

Of course, none of this had surprised Deen. He was used to seeing his
slutty mother in this pose by now. It was what she suggested to Sam's
father that shocked him beyond belief.

"You know, I think I got a lot of cocks hard that day at Holi" said Manya.

"Mrs M. I have not stopped thinking of that day ever since", replied
Vikas.

"I think I owe them all a round or two at me, don't I?" asked a
teasing Manya.

The conversation went according to script after that, as far as Manya
as concerned. She went home (to a waiting Prem) safe in the knowledge
that lots of the neighborhood men would be waiting for her at night on
the roof top. Deen then saw his mother being gang fucked by 9
different men, and 8 different boys in the span of 3 hours from 8 to
11 pm. His sexy mother had taken over 60 loads during the course of
the day and he thought that she finally had enough. But was moaning
and writhing on the floor of the roof as all the men left, obviously
glowing the aftermath of a continuous wave of multiple orgasms. Deen
watched with amazement as she continued to mash her boobs with one
hand while masturbating herself with the other. Deen just shook his
head in amazement as he realized his mother could go on for hours more
if the cocks had any more strength left in them.

Deen thought the night was surely over for his mother, but that is
when his wondrous mother surprised him yet again. She slowly got up,
plugged her gushing cunt with her saree and made her way sexily and
slowly towards Deen's hiding place. Deen knew he could not escape, he
was nowhere near the exit. She reached him and finally faced him
regarding her adultery for the first time.

"Deen. Come out sweetheart" she said softly.

She repeated herself only once before Deen made his way out. She then
led him by the hand to the center of the roof, where she dropped to
her knees and presented her glorious ass to her son. With pleading
eyes she begged him to fuck her, without saying a single word. Deen
saw such sadness in her eyes, he could not refuse her. He finally
understood what she needed. All her sexual satisfaction was incomplete
without sexual attention from both sons. He had no doubt in her mind
that she was going to fuck Binu later that night. He felt honored that
she allowed him to be the first of her sons to go into that heavenly
hole of hers.

Slowly, he undid his pants and felt them fall around his ankles.
Stepping out of them, he took one step towards his mother and her
luscious cushiony ass.

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

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

"Mom" he whispered gently.

"Yes Deen" moaned Manya in response.

"Promise me", he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Outside the front door just before they got in, Deen whispered to his
mother.

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

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

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

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

"What happened mom?" asked a confused Binu.

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

"What is it, Mom?" asked Binu.

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

"Uhhh yes" said an embarassed Binu.

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

"What do you mean mommy?" asked Binu.

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

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

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

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

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

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