Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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