Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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chapter8

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to visit one of
his classmates and he looked into his Mom's bedroom to
inform her. This time he stood still in
amazement.Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with
Binu encircling her hips with his right leg thrown
across them. Her saree rode right above her thighs,
displaying their ample well curved shape and the
garment stopped just a couple of inches below her
pussy lips.He couldn't see the lips but Binu's
sleeping form fully embraced his mother, with his dick
thrusting through his shorts just at the top of her
ample, exposed thighs.Manya's belly and navel were
fully bare and open. The saree around her waist had
dipped to extra low levels in the course of her sleep.
There was just a 4 inch cover of sheer garment above
her pussy.Every other inch of her delectably fleshy
midriff lay open like a well laid out feast. Binu's
head was buried in her full bosom, his nose digging
right into her creamy cleavage. Both were asleep and
the pose, supposedly a mother son sleeping posture,
looked anything but non sexual.Incredibly it was
absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu's insistent
fondling and navel kissing, Manya was never subjected
to any sexual intrusion. Atleast not from Binu. But
looking at them lying in close union, Deen felt that
familiar tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was
also charmed and surprised at their apparent peace and
calm.His horny Mom, after her torrid fuck had shifted
gears and was lying semi nude in her 12 year old son's
sleepy embrace with his head nuzzling her melon like
breasts, his dick pressed against her crotch and with
his legs drawing her full hips into himself in a
possessive hold.The sight was beautiful, strangely
erotic and spoke of the absolutely physical channels
of communication which both mother and son adopted or
were blessed with.Unwilling to disturb their bliss, he
left the room and house and walked across to his
classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her
lush body. She looked down to see her little son
Binu's head cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She
ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his
tight leg embrace around her full hips. She still felt
horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the
possessive clutch of her younger son on her almost
nude body, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered
as to why her husband didn't display this level of
physical proximity.Slowly she moved Binu's leg away
and tried to rise. She felt Binu's arms encircle her
belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get
up.She found him very cute, even though his hands
encircled her lower abdomen, just a few inches above
her bush.She looked down to notice that her sheer
saree had bunched itself around her bush with her
entire body above and below fully exposed.A thrill
shot through her lusty body as the naughty,
exhibitionistic side of her surfaced.Slowly releasing
herself from Binu's drowsy grip, she moved out of the
bed into the bathroom.She needed to pee and once
again, she felt a shudder of release all over her
body. She reached out for the hand shower to wash her
insides after peeing, but suddenly for some reason,
she placed the hand shower back and allowed herself to
remain unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself
from the remnants of her mind blowing two fuck episode
late that morning.

Manya realised Deen had gone out to visit his friend
Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to play his daily
evening cricket.She hoped Deen would develop an
interest in athletics like Prem and build his physique
too. Manya wished her sons were also lithe, strong and
well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was
worried about Deen.Standing there in the kitchen,
making coffee the horny housewife smacked her lips and
looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and
her hair quite dishevelled. The saree kept slipping
right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a
petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed
wrinkles, giving those cheeks a well fondled outer
appearance. Manya's ass globes twitched at the very
thought.The grocer's caressing had been carnal and
animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but
insistent squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for
long, expecting nothing in return, unlike the
grocer.Many of Manya's female friends openly admired
her ass and even made their jealousy obvious.They said
it was extra full, jiggly and could drive a saint to
sexual madness with their high rise bounce.She tended
to agree with them. Her buttocks did flare out
disproportionately from her rather ample hips and what
made the ass more prominent was her long and flabless
waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was
nature's unique gift. Her waist and ass fed off each
other's glory. Manya felt rather proud of her rear
asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she
couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to
route the onlooker's eye through her belly and hips.
And she did that with a vengeance. She was a fine
piece of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to
herself.

Midway through her coffee making she heard the
doorbell ring again. Feeling no apparent threat to her
under dressed appearance since hubby was due only
after half past six, she shifted her voluptuous body
across to answer the door, with her left hand again
fingering her pussy mound upto the last second.On
opening the door she saw her cousin Dan's huge form
with the arrogant face. Grinning, she welcomed him
inside. Manya was at one time supposed to marry Dan
but considered him too crude and arrogant.The
arrogance came from his wealth but he did not acquire
class alongwith his wealth. Now years later, with her
new found fascination for crudity, the same Dan began
to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's eyes
swept over her sexily attired form and rested right
between her thighs.His eyes practically bore into that
fleshy junction, lapping up the exotic sight of her
dark bush and the arousing 'V' which formed itself
whenever Manya kept them together.He simply lusted
after his cousin Manya and made no secret of his
craving. Overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his
advances and began to give in - discretely to begin
with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his
massive arms enveloping her body fully. She could feel
her big breasts getting crushed against his broad
chest and her excited body started giving in. Suddenly
she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to
him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for
her, Dan had the sense to withdraw, but even he could
feel a difference in her body odour. Not only was
Manya's body riper since his last visit, but she felt
and smelled different. But he liked the difference.
Within ten minutes Binu entered the room in his
cricket gear and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's
visits were always surprise visits and Binu looked
forward to them because his uncle treated them well
with expensive gifts and goodies. After coffee, Binu
left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.