Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter I

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

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

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

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

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

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

His dick jerked to attention.

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

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

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

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

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