Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 24

The explosive fucking of his mother which he had just
peeped on, sent a flood of waves all over Deen's body
and he could feel his blood gushing straight into his
groin, threatening to blow up his dick with its force.
It was his mother again, taking it in bitch mode from
behind, at scorching speed and adulterous abandon with
his father lying senseless right in the bedroom. He
watched his father's boss empty his balls into his
panting mother's pussy from behind and rise, lifting
her with him, his hands fully around her voluptuous
hips. As they rose, Manya's saree dropped down to
cover her completely. Ram's wet cock pressed against
her asscheeks over the saree, forming a telltale spot
right on the center of her juicy bum, as he carried on
a soft caress of Manya's lush body from behind, his
lips kissing her neck and back continuously. Knowing
that they would be out any minute, Deen ran out of the
room and hid behind the door, waiting for the right
moment to enter.

He saw his Mom and Ram come out of the bathroom, still
clinging to each other, Ram holding her by the belly
and gently squeezing her flesh as they assessed Desh's
condition. Manya's saree was still off her shoulder
and Deen heard Ram speak as he kept squeezing Manya's
hips and waist, while his sexy mother purred
indulgently.

"I think he had better sleep here tonight. He can
drive back in the morning when he's OK. I hope Deen
and you can get back safely,"said the considerate host
as he kissed his colleague's voluptuous wife.

"Yes that would be very nice, thank you," said the
voluptuous wife, giggling slightly when Ram's fingers
probed her full and exposed navel. Ram looked like he
could never get enough of Manya and her wholesome
body. Manya glowed and gushed in his hands and despite
the situation, Deen felt she looked happy. His blood
flow got diverted from dick to heart as he felt
overwhelming empathy for his under loved Mom. He moved
away into the living room, now expecting the
licentious couple to re enter. Some of the guests had
left and the rest were about to leave, in various
states of drunkenness. None were in a condition to
suspect Ram and Manya when they came back from their
hectic encounter. Only Deen looked on and waited to
take his Mom home. He saw his mother and his father's
boss exchange one last meaningful look as Manya headed
towards her son and the waiting cab.

The cab driver took in an eyeful of Manya's full,
generously exposed, fair body as she stepped in
through the open door held by her son. A good bit of
cleavage and a vast portion of her midriff greeted his
lusty eyes as she settled into the cab with a worried,
gloomy look in her eyes. Deen sat next to his mother
in the rear and felt his mother recline against him
for support. The evening's events were not
particularly cheerful for the housewife. She didn't
like seeing her husband make an ass of himself,
leaving her open and vulnerable. Though she loved
getting fucked by Ram, she didn't like the quality of
the circumstances which led to the fucking. She felt
that she gave in more out of the vulnerability due to
her husband's condition. She had lost the exploited
feeling while getting fucked but now some of the hurt
surfaced again to bring a burst of tears into her
beautiful eyes. Deen, who could read his mother's mind
easily now, put his arm around her comfortingly as she
cried silently. The tear filled mother bent and placed
her heavy head into her son's lap as she cried softly.
Deen simply kept stroking the soft, black haired head
of his lovely Mom, allowing her agony to subside. As
the cab headed homewards, Manya's head kept impacting
her son's crotch occasionally, due to the turns. Deen
noticed it only after a while. Manya had stopped
crying but was now lying like a child in her son's
lap, eyes closed, head right on his crotch. Deen's
cock throbbed and jerked in his pants and he was sure
that his mother could feel the pressure. Manya sensed
it but did not remove her head from her son's lap to
avoid seeming sudden in her reaction. She decided she
would rise when they reached their home. Deen's erect
dick continued to press against his mother's head and
sometimes cheeks for the rest of the journey. His
hands rested on her bare waist to support them during
the swift turns. His hands could feel the electric
charge in her waist flesh and envied all the males who
felt and groped this juicy area of his mother's ripe
body. Her body felt like it was surcharged with lust
and it was a waiting treasure for the right man to
plunder. His father was certainly no match for this
sensual, aching body lying in his lap. He sighed and
looked out of the window, trying to seek a diversion.
He was relieved that the cab reached their house. He
stroked his Mom's body at her full hips, patting her
gently awake.

The distressed mother rose and got out of the cab,
holding her saree top by her hand. She presented a
very sexy sight, standing with her well exposed body
in the dark of the night, her fair and ripe body
looking ample and exciting in the black saree. Deen
observed the cab driver checking out his Mom's body
even as he was taking the money from him. He cleared
his throat loudly to draw his attention, upon which
the cabbie turned back and accepted his cash. Holding
his mother by the waist, Deen walked towards the main
door in slow steps. His hands could feel her exposed
flesh quivering against his fingers and palm and Deen
could also sense the cab driver staring from behind at
his mother's full, swaying asscheeks. Deen reached the
door and rang the bell. Binu opened the door to let
them in. It was then that Deen heard the cab start and
speed away.

Manya staggered into house, and her fatigue was more
emotional than physical. Binu was about to ask where
his Dad was but kept quiet after observing Deen's
gesture to be silent. Both sons held their beautiful
mother from either side by her fully naked waist and
led her into the bedroom. After seating her on the
bed, Binu left to complete his homework and sleep
while Deen took one look at Manya and informed her
that he would be around if she called for any help.

The lovely, frustrated wife began to undress, first
removing her saree and flinging it away. She decided
to retain her black petticoat and then proceeded to
unbutton her blouse. Divesting herself from it, she
tried to unhook her bra but somehow failed to unclasp
it. The act was not a routine act since she wore a bra
only when she went out. Feeling more difficulty she
called out, "Deen".

The eager son, who had been watching his Mom strip
through the window entered the room.

"Can you help me unhook this bra dear", she asked,
keeping her back to him.

Deen nodded and moved, his hands reaching out towards
his Mom's sexy back. His hands fumbled with the bra
hook for a few seconds before he managed to unhook it.
Manya kept her hands cupped over her breasts during
the act and she thanked him as he finished. Taking a
long, fond look at his mother's naked back Deen left
the room with a good night.

Manya looked on as her son left. He was such a
considerate boy, she always felt. But he was growing
up. She shuddered a bit as she remembered his hot dick
against her face in the cab. Removing the thought from
her mind, she still felt that he lacked the initiative
of his best friend Prem. Somehow she thought that she
had a responsibility to ensure her son's normal
growth. Remembering Prem made the horny housewife
bothered all over again. Leaving her petticoat on, she
closed the bedroom door and slipped into bed topless.
She didn't bother to cover herself since she was
alone. Her right hand cupped her breast softly as she
recollected the day's torrid acts of adultery. She
particularly dwelt on the deep and intense fucking
given to her by Ram, before deciding that the best sex
of the day was with Prem. Now both hands caressed her
heaving boobs, tweaking her nipples into screaming
erection. She experienced a mild orgasm before
drifting into sleep, hands on her pussy.

It was rather early, about half past five in the
morning that the sound of the phone ringing next to
her woke up Manya. Drowsily, she rolled her half naked
body across the bed and picked up the receiver. It was
Ram's cheery voice. Involuntarily, the horny wife's
hand went to her pussy.

"Sorry to wake you. I just wanted to say that I am
leaving by an early flight now. Your husband is still
out. I left him a note that he should join me in
Mumbai by the evening flight. Take care and go back to
sleep. Last night was beautiful", said the boss.

"Ohhh! Thanks for the care. Last night was beautiful
for me too", murmured the frustrated wife over the
phone. Her fingers begans to strum her vulva as Ram's
caressing voice moistened her awakened pussy.

Ram thought he heard her moan. "It was beautiful but
hurried. We need to catch up", he said slowly,
realising that she was breathing heavily into the
phone.

"Yes,"gasped Manya, "when you're back"! Her fingers
were deep now into her warm cunt. Her pussy was alive
now. She moaned a long deep reply when she heard him
kiss her over the phone. Placing the receiver back,
she used both hands now to play with herself. Her
petticoat was right over her thighs and beads of sweat
had already coated her naked breasts. After two
minutes of caressing and much before orgasm, she shook
herself back to senses and rose to start the day. But
the ache in her body had begun, giving her entire body
language a sexual lethargy right from the start. She
picked up the thin red blouse she had worn last night
and put it on without a bra, leaving the top two
buttons undone. Her breasts heaved and swayed with
each step as she moved to the main door to gather the
milk. She could have been lust personified as she
opened the door and bent to pick up the milk.