Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 21

Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a little
later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse
and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped
them for wash finally and with a sigh, examined her
nude body in the mirror. Her luscious breasts hung
like ripe fruits on her broad, fair chest and as she
moved her hands over them she stroked them casually
and went further down her expansive waist and belly.
Her fingers stopped at her belly button. For a second
she dug into it gently as if to ascertain and discover
what was it that made her son Binu so enamoured by it.
The moment her finger stroked inside its depths, she
felt a moistening in her loins and a throb right down
from her lower abdomen. She could feel her pussy come
alive and the impulses almost carried upto her navel.
She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if
aching for further probing. Amazingly, her navel
looked like a pussy to her, displaying the same wanton
openness and craving. Now is this what her son loved
to explore, she thought with a sense of surprise, but
not with any alarm. She was never alarmed by someone
wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it was
Deen. Having no time to dress, she took a biggish
towel and wrapped it around her full, naked form and
went to open the door. Along the way, as was her
habit, her right hand, wound its way under the towel
to caress her pussy, which had plenty of Prem's cum on
it. It was nice to feel the ooze and she slipped
nearly half her finger inside her twat, to gather all
the wetness. Before any serious probing could begin
she reached the door and opened it with her left hand,
removing her right hand from her pussy at the same
time. She saw Deen with two bags.

"Mom, I brought lunch for all of us, since it was
getting late", announced Deen.

Manya gushed fondly at his thoughfulness and
instinctively reached out to caress his face with her
right hand.

"Thank you dear", she whispered as her hand brushed
his cheek, caressing it for a few moments.

Deen felt the sharpness of the odour from his mother's
hand and inhaled, confused over its source. "Your hand
smells funny Mom, what's it?", he asked, entering the
room and placing the bags on the dining table.

Getting a start, Manya fumbled for a minute before
replying "Oh, it was the soap I was trying to get open
for washing clothes when you rang the bell".

"You must be hungry Mom, let's have food. Binu will
come later", said Deen, spreading out the plates and
beginning to serve out the hot Chinese food into two
plates.

Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly
ate for the next ten minutes, not at all surprised at
how hungry they were.There was no mention about the
doctor Deen had left the house to call. On finishing,
Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and
rose to wash her hands. Deen watched her movements
with interest, particularly observing her huge
asscheeks jutting out at the base of her hips and
stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked
creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse
and the exposed area from her knees to her bare feet
served a horny reminder of the day's events and the
high octane action his mother's lush body had been
subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trousers
as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung
to a surprised attention when she said "I'm going to
bathe Deen and I'll call you when I need to get my
back scrubbed. I need help to get the color fully
off".

"Sure Mom," he mumbled, not sure whether his mother
noticed the lump in his throat.

Manya turned on the shower and for the first time
since the previous day, began to enjoy a full fledged
bath. She felt the water cascade over her bountiful
breasts and flow teasingly all over her body, lots of
it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her passions
and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and
relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her well
ravished, glowing form and for a full ten minutes she
revelled in the twin pleasures offered by the strong
shower and her own rubbing. She couldn't say that she
missed having a bath with all the merciless dunking
she received that morning, but that dunking was
agitating for her creamy body. The bath now was
actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her face
with a naughty smile and suddenly remembered that her
back needed cleaning and she couldn't reach it to wash
the colour away.

"Deen could you please come and help me", she called
out through the half open door. She had left the door
open for Deen to come in later, but was herself naked
during her luxurious bath. Deen was ogling his
mother's nakedly glorious body through the vertical
slit at the corner of the door and the moment she
called out, he entered just in time to see her wrap
her towel around her waist and turn her back towards
him. Deen kept looking at Manya's wide wet back with
the soft flesh around her flaring waist. She had tied
the towel almost at the beginning of her asscrack. Her
back was red from all the colour, except in small
patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached
out with his soaped hands to touch her at the waist,
his hands getting drawn to the sexy folds on either
side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the
touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go
straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him
for scrubbing her back. Not wanting to rebuff him, she
let him hold her by her naked waist for a while,
before whispering "My back Deen. Remove all the red
from it".

Nodding with a flush, he moved his hands, initially
along her sides and moved to her back only when he
nearly reached her melon like full breasts. Manya had
her hands across her chest and submitted herself to
his hands as he went about rubbing her naked back all
over. He repeatedly soaped certain reddish areas where
the colour didn't come off easily. Manya didn't feel
anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own
feelings. It was only towards the end of his
successful scrubbing of his mom's lush back that his
hands got slower and slower and his breathing heavier.
The sexy mother felt her son's breath on her naked,
wet back and decided that she needed to do something
to cool him. She quickly turned on the shower and the
spray of cool water wet both mother and son as they
stood within a foot of each other, Deen holding his
Mom's back, unable to hold his erection. He was
drenched too within no time and heard his mother's
full laughter.

"How's the reward for your efficient work?" she
laughed, still with her back to him.

Deen forced a laugh onto himself and asked his Mom to
now dry up so that he could take his bath and remove
the colour from his body. Manya gallantly offered to
return the favour and do her son's back. With a sense
of glee, Deen stripped off his shirt and presented his
back to his Mom. With the shower still running, Manya
soaped her hands into a rich lather and started
rubbing her son's slender back, totally naked at the
top. Deen had his back to his semi nude mother as she
continued to treat his back to a half rub and half
caress. Her sizable breasts swayed with the effort and
on several occasions Deen could feel them getting
pressed lightly onto his back. He shuddered at the
impact and his dick felt that it would burst right out
of his pants. He couldn't see his mother's breasts but
could feel their ripeness pressing into him now and
then. Manya realised it too but only after her basic
endeavour of cleaning her son's back was completed.
She stood right behind him while the colour was
cleaned right off his back by the pouring water and
telling him to remain with his back to her, left the
room in her wet towel and closed the bathroom door
with a slightly thumping heart. She wondered whether
she had done the right thing by bathing her son
topless. She gave up wondering since it was too late
to wonder. Deen however, was soaping his dick, trying
to clean off the massive load of sperm he had shot off
within a minute of his Mom's departure from the bath.
The electric proximity of her juicy, naked body was
too much for his dick.Slowly Deen completed bathing
and after drying himself thoroughly, stepped out of
his Mom's bathroom and announced that he was going to
his room.

Manya had dried herself fully, except for her thick
black hair. She sat on the bed, still nude drying her
hair. Hearing Deen finish his bath, she slipped naked
under the bedsheet and watched as her son made his way
out of the bedroom. From the corner of his eye, Deen
could see the thin bedsheet barely covering the top of
his Mom's big breasts