Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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chapter7

Manya had no time to wash herself and while sitting
across the table with Deen, she wondered how her young
son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his
mother was getting mercilessly balled by a stranger.
But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know
that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the
doggie posture, like a true bitch. Both Mom and son
had sex on their minds when the doorbell rang. It was
Binu, her younger son. Manya rose to open the door and
once again Deen got the prize view of her ass, rolling
alongwith his mother's step, with each cheek rubbing
sexily against the other, with the whole movement
clearly discernible through the semi transparent
saree. Binu gave his freshly fucked Mom a big hug as
soon as she opened the door. He smothered her still
sweaty body with his arms and reached out to get his
customary feel of her juicy navel. He was a bit
surprised at its moistness. Even her face smelt
different when he kissed her cheek. The scent was not
just different. It was more exciting. And his dick
endorsed his thoughts by pressing hard into his
gorgeous Mom's soft and wide belly. That made Manya
stiffen a bit but then she had seen his erections
before and allowed it as part of growing up. What
worried her was that Deen showed a mindset different
from Binu. He was reticent, soft and closed. He was
not physical like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his food right away and gulped it
down in less than five minutes. All three rose after
lunch to retire for a light afternoon nap. Deen slept
in his room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's
swaying ass into her room and onto her bed. This was
quite normal for the two. She setlled her scantily
clad ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of
her saree fell off her shoulders but Manya didn't
bother to adjust it since she was going to lie down.
Her nipples came into clear view of Binu's eyes and
even this was an everyday affair. But today Binu
stared and stared at them. It may have had something
to do with her body scent he had inhaled sometime ago,
but he felt a strange electricity flow between them.
He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, wide
belly and stroked the flesh lovingly. He shifted
closer towards her so that her lush ass was pressed
hard against his crotch. He was wearing just his
shorts without any underwear and this was nothing new
for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together
whenever his father was away and right through the
night, he would squeeze her all over, especially her
hips, asscheeks and belly. His favourite spot however,
was her deep belly button. Manya allowed him to play
around, with the confidence that it was simply a
childlike fascination which he would soon overcome.
Play around he did, but quite energetically. He would
plant a series of wet kisses all around her belly,
concentrating on the area around her navel. He would
nibble, lick and blow into that juicy navel, showering
all his affectin into its enticing depth. He did that
all the time, atleast twice a day and more if the
situation permitted. He would continue his amorous act
until he heard his Mom's long and aroused moan. She
would not shake him off but it was a signal to him
that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a woman starved of cuddling, Manya actually enjoyed
all this physical display of harmless affection from
her younger son. There were a few occasions when she
was not sure about the harmless bit. That was when he
would openly compliment her ass, especially when she
was dressed in a saree without a petticoat. He would
swat and knead it quite freely and even make her
squeal with his surprise advances on her lush
posterior. Gradually she grew to like it, even look
forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her
sense of being wanted and enhanced her desirability
levels. At times she suspected him of having definite
sexual overtones in his actions. Those were the
moments when he would run his fingers up and down her
asscrack, give her a big hug from behind and a long
kiss on her lower cheek, dangerously close to her full
lips. She would feel an instant moistening in her
loins but recover quickly enough to dismiss it off as
adolescent behaviour.

She did at times hope that Binu would not be so brazen
and physical with her. After all he was just twelve
years old. And he did not care that his actions were
being observed rather curiously by his elder brother
Deen. That afternoon, Deen realised that his
voluptuous mother had gone to rest without even
washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex
sessions with the grocer. Her body must be certainly
reeking of the combined body fluids of the dark grocer
and his fair mother. He also realised with a pounding
heart that her unwashed pussy must be still nestling a
good amount of his copious discharge. He marvelled at
her behaviour and attitude and was wondering how lucky
Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right after her
torrid session. Little did he know that Manya
deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to
revel in her illicit pleasure for as long as she
could, deriving the utmost gratification from life's
little adventures