Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 25

She saw nobody out there. She stood at the doorstep,
milk in hand in a lewd state of undress for atleast
two minutes. Outside the main gate, she saw a youth
jogging away. When he waved to her, she saw that it
was Prem. She waved back at him, her naked midriff and
half open cleavage rising and falling with her wave.
When Prem had left, Manya and walked towards the
kitchen, forgetting to close the door and unaware that
her son Deen was already up and was observing her.
Manya had anticipated the milkman's presence and in
her present agitated state after the morning
conversation with Ram, she was quite restless down
there. In the kitchen, she opened the door leading to
the outside to look for him. But there was nobody
there too. Grimacing, she went to the kitchen table to
start her routine, leaving the kitchen door also open.
Deen saw his mother's big backside bent over the
kitchen platform with her entire back revealed except
for the little area covered by the blouse. She looked
ravishingly poised for a hot round of anal sex. He
held his dick through his pants and withdrew to a far
corner of the living room behind a wooden cabinet from
where he could watch his sexy mother, without himself
being observed. He heard someone enter the house
through the main door and looked. It was Salim, the
newspaperman, a young man of twenty three or so. He
came in silently and placed a couple of papers on the
living room sofa. He was about to turn away when his
eyes saw the voluptuous body of Manya in the kitchen,
bent over the platform. She looked so delectable and
waiting. He had heard from the milkman about her and
now, on seeing her, he regretted that he hadn't
approached her earlier. Keeping his full bunch of
newspapers down, he stealthily moved towards the
kitchen and crept up on the unsuspecting housewife.

Manya, slightly engrossed in her work, heard a slight
sound and before she could turn back, Salim gripped
her by her ample hips and kept her bent on the
platform with not so sudden but firm hands. In less
than a second he untied her petticoat and dug his
pelvis into her lush, round ass. Manya squealed,
absolutely certain that it was the milkman. The hold
was just like his and such liberties could be taken
only by him at this time of the day. She moaned and
ground her asscheeks against his rampant dick, which
was now seeking entry at the base of her pussy lips.

Deen gaped astounded at this sequence of events. He
saw Salim tear away his Mom's petticoat, leaving her
ass naked and also saw his Mom squealing and accepting
his groping rear embrace willingly. She was still bent
when Salim effortlessly eased his strong, erect young
cock into her wet cunt. Even from that distance, Deen
could hear the squishy sound of their illicit, early
morning passion. His mother hadn't even looked behind
to check who it was. Was she expecting him? Had they
been doing this for long? A variety of thoughts crept
into Deen's head as he pumped his cock in unison with
Salim's dick as it pounded in and out of his squealing
and moaning mother's hot pussy. She was naked except
for her blouse and she was bent, again like a bitch,
getting her luscious breasts mauled and her pussy
pumped by a young stud.

Manya revelled in this early morning assault on her
hungry pussy. She really needed it and was glad that
the milkman came, even as she was about to reconcile
herself to his absence. And the newspaperman rammed in
and out of the horny wife's twat, squeezing her body
wherever he could lay his hands on, surprised at his
luck and utterly amazed that the lust aroused woman
had not even bothered to see who she was getting
fucked by. Her heat took him by surprise too and he
decided that he was better late than never. He pumped
and pumped into her with searing intensity, feeling
her body vibrate with each thrust and hearing her
moans reach a climax as both of them neared their
climax. He knew he was fucking a top class bitch in
heat. His cock sluiced in and out of Mrs. M's cock
starved cunt. The slapping sounds of his balls on her
juicy ass could be heard by Deen and he spurted his
seed much before the horny couple in the kitchen
reached their peak. In receding passion, he watched
the last few thrusts by the young stud into his
mother's naked body. He could see her asscheeks
clenching and unclenching around his cock. She was
milking her man dry in her obscenely bent posture.
Once again Deen was in awe of his mother's body and
capacity.

Manya felt her own juices flowing and her ravager's
dick softening and slipping out of her drenched twat.
As he released his hard grip over her ample hips, she
smiled and slowly turned around to face him. A
complete wave of shock engulfed her face when she saw
that it was not the milkman. Though she could vaguely
recognise the face to be that of the paperboy, the
utter debasement of her body in his hands and her
utter degeneration in giving in to him without even
seeing his face made her flush red in embarrassment
and anger, more at herself than at the youngster who
had given her a good fucking when she needed it. She
flopped onto the kitchen floor, face breaking into
tears. Salim, moved by the housewife's state, kissed
her forehead and said, "Mrs. M, you are the most
beautiful woman I have seen in my life. I hope to get
a wife like you".

His kind words acted as a mild palliative for the
humiliated housewife. She thought she was falling into
an abyss of depravity from the previous night onwards.
She liked the final act but couldn't help feeling that
her body had been used. She felt like a cheap whore
until Salim's adoring words cheered her. She managed a
smile and saw Salim leave quickly and kept looking at
him as he picked up his papers and left the house. She
did not spot her son Deen. Deen could not hear the
conversation and couldn't understand why his mother
was distressed again. He thought he'd wait for her to
put on her petticoat before making a move. It was then
that he saw Manya look around suddenly towards the
kitchen door. He strained his neck from his position
to see his pal Prem.

Manya was just feeling the pleasures of the juicy
encounter course through her body when she heard a
soft rap on the kitchen door. Alarmed, she turned her
head and saw Prem's smiling, considerate face. She was
naked except for her blouse and in that half naked,
well fucked state, she looked like a pornstar to Prem.
Prem did not see the encounter with the paperboy. He
guessed his favourite mature woman was lying bare
assed on the kitchen floor after some lovemaking with
her hubby. He did not ask her about it. Manya did not
say anything. She was silent, confused about how to
react to being discovered by her son's friend with cum
leaking from her recently fucked vagina, her petticoat
off her hips and her blouse looking like it could no
longer contain those bursting, aching breasts. The
ever gallant Prem did nothing to embarrass the
adulterous wife. From the living room corner, Deen
could see his best friend lift his almost naked mother
to her feet. He could see them hugging and kissing. He
could see Prem caress his Mom's breasts over the
blouse and could also see his mother take her blouse
off to be totally naked before his best friend. Deep
down, Deen was glad that it was Prem fucking his Mom.
This idea came to him when he realised that his mother
never got the cock she needed at home. He had acted
subtly to put it into action. He chose Prem not only
because of his good nature, but also because he knew
that with his strength and athletic build, he would be
the performer his horny mother's body needed.

Right there, in the early hours of the morning, the
ideas guy jacked off behind the wooden cabinet as the
performer balled his mother on the kitchen floor,
missionary style. He fucked her slowly in deliberate
strokes, making her feel full and well cared for. He
kissed her face, licked it and nibbled it all over,
while his hands always caressed some available part of
her voluptuous body, making sure that her lust was
always answered. Manya's face, glazed with love and
lust shone in the early morning light, making Prem
wonder as he fucked the beautiful mother, whether he
would be lucky to get a wife as sexy as her. The
thought made his cock harder and his thrusts deeper.
Manya moaned loudly and threw her legs around his
hips, drawing him fiercely into herself and
reciprocating with her own lush hip thrusts. The
beautiful duo fucked in a divine rhythm and Deen for
the first time, found himself fighting jealousy. He
saw every inch of his Mom's juicy body being ravished
the way she craved. Her body was getting its due. He
saw nothing wrong or immoral in what she was doing.
She looked beautiful, happy and divine. She always
looked beautiful and divine when she was getting
fucked