Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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chapter11
Manya awoke first next morning and started it as usual
with her morning flash for the milkman. She was
naughtier today and she stepped out of the main door
dressed just in the same blue transparent saree
without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five year
old stud milkman was caught unawares by this wanton
display. Her naked boobs showed clearly in all their
glory and her ass was better than fully naked. It was
just a flimsy, sheer piece of cloth pretending to
cover her voluptuous body and Manya decided to do this
since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the
milk and turned around to reveal the awesome glory of
her full ass to the world fo one full minute. Rising,
she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to
begin coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that
single saree on her well ravished body. Dan had fucked
his horny cousin in every conceivable posture the
previous night and together they came atleast five
times. It would have been a day of marathon fucking
for any other woman, but not for Manya. She still felt
a bit heavy in the hip as if some surplus lust still
lingered in that well stacked body. She suddenly heard
a soft rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see
the milkman's young and cheerful face. He had a packet
of milk in his hands and gestured that Manya had left
it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the
backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached
out to take the packet. In doing so, she stepped on
her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the
doorstep, falling right onto the young milkman.
Unprepared as he was for this fall, the stud tried to
hold the falling lady and he held out both his palms,
in the process ending up with both her full, almost
naked breasts in his hands. Manya felt bolts of
electricity shoot through her nipples as he
straightened her. His hands were still on her heaving
boobs and he made no effort to remove them. Manya too
did not say a word but stood still, allowing the
moment to take over. There she stood, naked for all
purposes, a horny housewife early in the morning,
getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's hands began
to knead and squeeze slowly, bringing life into those
mounds and waves of pleasure into Manya's lust
triggered body. The saree was fighting a losing battle
and slowly fell right off her shoulders, leaving her
topless and naked right up to just an inch above her
bush, which was clearly visible through the
treacherous blue saree. Manya stood still as the youth
kept one hand in caressing motion on her left breast
while he ran the right one all over her waist, hips,
belly and poked into her navel. His strong fingers
reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding
his head in her hands and briging it down for a hot,
long and tongue tying kiss. His youthful passion and
the mischief of the early morning breeze on her
glowing skin may have forced this but there was no
stopping Manya now.

The young milkman understood the lady's state and
without any further delay, he placed the aroused,
almost nude housewife on the doorstep of her kitchen
with her head inside, leaving her fleshy, glorious and
wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between
indoors and outdoors, with her kness kneeling outside
the door. The stud placed himself right behind her
lush ass and gave some readying squeezes to those
quivering globes o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the
position brought about the dormant lust in her like no
other posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like
a bitch in heat and almost mewled in arousal as his
strong, young dick began examining its entry route
into that seething cunt. A sudden thrust ensued,
taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its
speed and vigour. Then thrust after thrust followed at
lightning speed, almost akin to a dog mating its bitch
in the peak of the mating season. Her sheer saree was
bunched up around her hips and his hands reached out
to maul her swinging boobs with the vigour of an
athlete. It was the kind of boob mauling she craved
for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She
was ready to surrender her soul for this quality of
fucking. Her forced stifling of her screams drove his
passion to further heights as the danger of getting
observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a
licentious thrill to both and more so in Manya's case.
She continued to enjoy the furiously paced ramming
this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under
his grip and her boobs felt like they would get torn
apart from her juicy body. But deep within, her loins,
pussy bud and walls screamed in delight at this
special pounding in the special place, right on the
doorstep.

Her sounds were only too familiar to her son Deen.
Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom
was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle
Dan's room for a peek. Not finding her there, he
thought that she may have decided to take her long
postponed bath. Seeing even the bathroom empty, he
followed the sounds that he began to hear and walked
right into the kitchen. The animalisic fucking of his
beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise
him, but the doggie style adopted yet again and the
bitch like body language of his well stacked Mom
during her licentious liaison stunned him. He gaped in
astonishment and rising lust from behind the
refrigerator as his lovely mother gave herself to this
stranger like a wanton bitch in the wee hours of the
morning. The stud shot his load, Manya screamed her
way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own moans as he
shot a huge load of sperm onto the refrigerator side.
He saw the milkman put his dick away even as his well
fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her
ass resting on the bare floor outdoors, while her head
rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorstep
supported her sexy waist as she lay spreadeagled,
breathing heavily from the exertion. Her face wore a
smile of satisfaction and lying in hat pose, with the
flimsy saree still bunched up around her hips, she
looked a true slut. Deen found this slut look in his
mother as being ethereal and closer to nature and
truth.

He left the kitchen in a hurry when he saw her
attempting to get up. He rushed into the bathroom,
knowing that he might be denying his semen filled
mother a chance at the loo.He brought his cock out
again and pumped its hardness, recollcting the
morning's depravity. He kept jerking off, the image of
his mother's near nude form lying on the kitchen
threshold, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.

Mother Manya on the other hand rose and steadied
herself by holding the door. She kept the saree
bunched around her hips with her left hand holding
thegarment around her crotch area. She looked a
ravishing sight as she moved slowly out of the
kitchen, only to run into the big form of Dan.

"I knew you would be about early", whispered Dan,
holding her naked shoulders and not even questioning
her on her state of undress.

"Oh Dan," whimpered Manya meekly as she allowed him to
hold her by her naked waist and lead him over to the
dining table. His hands slipped lower to hold her by
the asscheeks and the dampness there certainly took
him by surprise.

Manya simply allowd Dan to carry on leading her till
they reached the dining table. Facing her, Dan lifted
her by her full ass and laid her, back down on the
table. Manya let him recline her head and back while
he had her thighs and legs stretched out of the table.
He drew her shapely thighs around his hips and tugged
her saree away, divesting himself of his trunks in the
process. Manya was nude and outstretched now, her
luscious ass resting on the edge of the dining table,
with her cousin's dick already testing her pussy
entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly,
holding her by the hips, and continued to remain
wordless as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around
his neck. This brought their bodies so close to each
other that Manya whispered " "Now Dan, in this place?"

"Yes dear. I have to leave by the 8 am flight and you
look eminently fuckable this morning. What has come
over you?"

"Just fuck me now darling cousin. We'll talk later, "
whispered the ever lusty housewife.

In that intimate position, the two of them had a long,
leisurely fuck, driven by some confidence that they
would not be spotted, even in that ridiculosly obvious
place. They fucked and fucked, for ten long minutes
with his hands squeezing and unsqueezing her charged
up hips and his palms occasionally rising to cup and
knead her trembling breasts. They looked great
together as they orgasmed in unison, in one
deliriously gradual wave, beads of sweat decorating
both their faces. The beast bent to kiss his beauty
for one last time that day. The beauty accepted his
post ravishment kiss with smiling amorousness. Five
minutes later she detached herself from his clasp,
letting her legs drop down but still spread them
lewdly on the table. Dan bent nd placed a long,
lingering kiss, right on her pussy, makng her gasp and
moan all over again.

He left her in that naked, well ravished state on her
dining table