Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 6

Deen's head was reeling and his heart was pounding.
What he had seen shocked him to start with. He saw an
unruly man, dark and powerful, manhandle his beautiful
mother, pump into her pussy roughly, mash her fleshy
body all over and finally spew his hot cum deep inside
her belly. And all along she not only liked it but
loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't mind
going through it with her son in the house made his
heart beat faster with the realisation that his mom
was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. Worse still,
she simply loved getting fucked like a bitch. While on
all fours, with the grocer's hard dick pistoning in
and out of her steamy twat, she hardly looked the
loving Mom who cared for him and his little brother.
Nor did she look like the mysterious tease who coaxed
and cajoled his dick into ultra hard erections with
her revealing style of dressing day in and day out.
Instead she looked every inch a horny slut who craved
loud and adulterous sex and loved only those things
that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his shock turned to
awe, his contempt turned to understanding and his
jealousy turned to lust. His young brain related her
behaviour to the inability and foul behaviour of his
drunkard father, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a
ripe and luscious beauty like his Mom in his life. The
sight of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked
royally by a stranger only served to make him realise
the full potential of his beautiful mother's sexuality
and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His heart
reached out compassionately towards his mother with a
soft corner. So did his dick - with a hard on.

Suddenly in one swift motion, he clutched his
burgeoning cock and pumped it vigorously like a man
possessed. He came in less than twenty strokes - so
powerful was his surge of passion for his sexy Mom.
Even after ejaculation his dick merely registered a
pause but not a droop. He quickly resumed his dick
pumping and this time the images of the grocer balling
his cock hungry mother were more vivid and telling.
With equal intensity he spewed his sperm all around
him in the bathroom, gasping at the monumental arousal
that had beset him. As he relaxed he realised that he
related to his beautiful mother more than ever before.
He desired to see her happy. He loved to see her
glowing and satisfied. He loved to see her getting
fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the living
room. He was in time to see his well fucked Mom trudge
slowly into the bedroom with just her flimsy blouse
on, holding her sheer saree in one hand. Her asscheeks
shook and swayed as she walked, making his mouth
water." Now those full cheeks could do with some rough
treatment", he empathised. He also wondered how his
Mom would take to a sound spanking by his Dad in case
he found out that his beautiful, desirable wife, was
indeed a sex crazed vixen.

Deen moved slowly out of the bathroom and headed for
his mother's bedroom. He stopped at the door and
soundlessly peeped into the room. Manya had merely
spread the transparent blue saree all over her full
body and was lying on her back. Her hand rested just
below her abdomen and was occasionally caressing her
pussy. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring
sounds. Her nipples poked right out of her still
sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the morning's
events. She was pleasured no doubt and also enjoyed it
to the hilt. But she couldn't help wondering how
easily she had surrendered to the grocer, not once but
twice. She was an easy lay, and her actions proved it.
She thanked her stars that her son Deen was out of
sight. "Deen", she said loudly.

"Oh yes", he must have finished his bath, she thought
as she rose, attempting to re-dbang her saree around
her well ravished form for about the fourth time of
the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiety and waited
until she had almost finished wearing her saree and
just when she was tying the knot in front of her
shapely midriff, six inches below her tantalising
navel, he walked into the room, calling out her name.
Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued
wearing her saree and completed tucking in the knot
and adjusted the front of her saree. The top of her
saree was still down and she casually lifted it and
placed it daintily around her creamy shoulders. Her
nipples still peeked through the transparent blouse
and saree, but that didn't matter. Her present
exposure was part of routine as far as her son was
concerned and she was quite sure that it didn't bother
Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush
body with a new sense of appraisal. He now saw her as
a fleshy object too, that at times could take off into
uncontrollable and wildly aroused behaviour. His eyes
never left her generous hips. He saw then getting
squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into
Manya's eyes and saw some relief and contentment.
Strangely that look in her eyes turned him on. He
found that slightly flushed, glowing look a remarkably
arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's face. It was
the look of a freshly fucked woman. A freshly fucked
mother of two young and horny sons