Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 20

The adulterous wife stirred gently, her naked lower
body pressed against her young lover's, in a sideways
embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed
fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her
full body by people of all ages had carried her lust
to a summit when she was sprawled wet on the ground
before her sons, writhing more out of horniness than
any need to escape their drenching of her voluptuous
body. She opened her eyes and looked into Prem's eyes,
unaware that her son Deen was in the background,
unobserved but watching every movement of theirs.
Manya looked into Prem's deep eyes and a wave of
gratitude flooded her insides. He was her knight in
shining armour who gave her what she craved more than
anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto,
in a manner she had never known before. She felt his
dick still inside her drenched cunt and while stirring
noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at
this discovery of his youthfulness and kissed him
softly on his eyes, licking some of the beads of
sweat, her hands holding his head, while she felt him
doing the same to her face. Prem licked Manya all over
her face, his lips dabbing at her cheeks, neck and
eyes, while his hands hugged her juicy body even
harder to himself in a strong gesture of take over.
Manya was gladdened at this display of warmth and she
purred her acceptance by thrusting her lush pelvic
region even closer into him, feeling his cock begin a
hardening process while her juices began to spread
over it. Deen, who had watched his friend give his Mom
her hardest ever fuck, took their stirring to be a
sign of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out
of the house and return after a while so that his
absence continued to be justified and more because he
didn't want to be caught in the house in this
situation, which he knew would be awkward for all.
Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily
sneaked out, taking one last look at his mother's
luscious asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem,
while her face was being kissed deeply in what he
thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the place,
leaving the door as it was.

Feeling Prem's dick begin to stab into her pussy,
Manya arousal was back into reckoning. She twisted her
lower body, as if trying to readjust the positioning,
when her head fell sideways, making her notice the
almost fully open door. Alarmed but not showing any
suddenness in reaction, she relaxed her body against
his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing
the beautiful mature lady's concern, decided to close
the door. He rose to do so, for which he had to
withdraw his erect dick from her sloppy pussy. The
sudden emptiness made the horny Manya sigh and sob but
she waited with flaring eyes for him to close the
door. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse,
the only piece of garment which she had on. Prem
closed the door and turned to the naked, waiting
mother. He walked slowly across the room, his hard
dick swaying gently, hitting his abdomen with every
step. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked,
wanton woman on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a
sofa and continued to look at Manya, with a twinkle in
his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled
across the room towards him, her lush body taking five
turns to reach him, each turn highlighting her ample
asscheeks in the most obscene manner imaginable. She
reached the sofa and looked up for her eyes to meet
his throbbing dick. Reaching out, she held it by her
hand, using its hardness to rise and face him. Even
Prem was stunned at this act by his friend's mother.
Manya kept stroking his cock and brought her generous
asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem's
dick entered with a swishing sound, making the hot
housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his
head lovingly, while he held his hands up to squeeze
and mash her juicy breasts in a clockwise motion,
occasionally letting his fingers tweak her nipples.
Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling
into a heaving up and down motion on the hard cock,
feeling it poke and reach right upto her belly. His
stiffness facilitated great passage for the sexy
woman's thrusts and she did so in slow and continuous
motions, building up a delicious yet searing rhythm.
Her son's best friend had pleasured her so well and
she was doing her bit in return, in the process
helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well
orchestrated sex lasted five slow, loving minutes
where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that
their bodies seemed like parts of one entity and
looked complete only when entwined together. When Prem
spurted, the spurts were long and deep, each spurt
being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly
shortening burst. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a
chest deep tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing
her off balance, but allowing her to savour the
strength, grip and sheer joy of physical bonding with
her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his eyes and
felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely
fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen
was such a good friend of his. He looked like a boy
with strong interiors and discretion. When he kissed
her there was passion, and there was also care. The
satiated mother suddenly wondered whether she would
feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The thought
made her shiver but she realized that there was little
to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her
regularly but never on the lips. Deen hardly ever
kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near
when Binu would kiss her on the lips. He was
aggressive and he was physical. On her part she would
stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything
that would mar their adoloscent growth and send
discordant impulses about sexuality. They had to learn
about sex the natural way and they had to learn about
sexual propriety also the natural way, even if it was
a bit delayed and at the cost of her own discomfort.
All her life, she never said no to a hug and never
refused an advance from decent males. For her sons she
believed that the greatest discipline was self
discipline. But deep within she felt that she may have
to play a role in Deen's realization. He was too
silent, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya prayed
that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of
asking Prem but looking at his big hands on her sweaty
breasts and his dick half out of her ravished pussy,
she decided that the moment was later.

The time was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said
goodbye and left the house, leaving Manya naked on the
sofa, contented and smiling. She went naked to the
door and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the
day's mindblowing series of events. There could not
have been a better day for her lush, sex starved body.
She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin,
fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before
the entire neighbourhood and been felt and groped well
by atleast thirty horny males of all ages throughout a
wet morning. Following that, she had been given a
weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now
Prem completed her day with two of the most robust
fucks her needy body had ever been given. The
marvellous thing about it all was that none of her
ravishers made her feel slutty about the whole thing.
She still felt she was in command. "Was the day
complete"? she wondered with a grin. It was only two
in the afternoon