Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 32

Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with
mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi
transparent saree and wore it without a petticoat. She
also matched it with a white blouse without a bra. The
saree fell right down her hips and settled at the
lowest possible level. It did look like it would fall
right off her juicy body any moment. The transparent
texture gave ample hints of her trimmed bush and full
thighs from the front and her well rounded but firm
asscheeks from the rear. With her full bodied charms
being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a lust
angel in white. Her beautiful face was relegated to
the background by her opulent curves protruding fully
out of her flimsy saree and tight blouse. Wanting to
spend some time with her kids, she walked towards
Deen's room. On the way she heard the bell. She opened
the door to see the flower vendor. She gave him his
most heavenly sight of the day, her full breasts
showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff
exposed all the way down to her thick black bush. She
saw his eyes focused on the V region between her
thighs and crossed them as if to draw his attention.
His gaze right into her bush sent a mild pleasure
impulse through her body. She allowed him to caress
her hand while giving the flowers. Even as the door
was open she lifted her hands above her head to secure
the flowers in her hair. In doing so the housewife's
entire midriff embedded with that deep and provocative
navel was on display to the flower seller. He kept
looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality
that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if
the lady as much as tripped, her whole saree would
come untied, leaving her glorious, fleshy charms open
to the world. Manya smiled as she shut the door on
him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's room to find Binu also
there. Deen was at his table studying while Binu was
on the bed trying to read something. Manya took a book
and slipped next to Binu, lying on her stomach. She
took one of her favourite romantic novels to read.
While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept
kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her well toned
and fair calves. Deen looked at his sexy mother's
form. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer
white saree and being on her stomach, her curvy waist
and hips were totally exposed to their gaze. The back
of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby
leaving about eighty percent of her back bare right
upto her asscrack. With flowers in her hair she looked
every inch a bride on her wedding night and in that
minimal clothing she looked a bride who ached for a
fucking. Manya turned around suddenly onto her back
while reading. Her saree top which was already down,
was now totally swept off her shoulders and the bottom
of the saree was now almost midway up her thighs.
Manya kept reading, seemingly unaware of the body
display she was putting on. Her attire was nothing new
before her kids and she kept reading, not realisng
that her saree rode right upto her ample thighs. Her
breasts rose and fell with each breath and her belly
responded with smaller heaving motions of its own. She
looked a delectable piece of beauty and Deen felt that
she could get bangd if she continued with her lewd
body language. He saw Binu also notice their horny
mother with rapidly rising interest.

Binu swung into action very soon. He kept his book
aside and placed his head on his Mom's juicy belly.
Manya stirred but did not make any sudden move. Binu
began his exploratory exercise of his mother's fleshy
midriff. He first kissed it all over in slow and
steady licks. He concentrated on the ticklish and
sensitive zone around her deep navel and actually
lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this
belly worship. She placed her hand on her son's head
lightly but did not look down. Binu carried his
fascination for his mother's hot body to higher levels
when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the
sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both mother and son
again settled into their respective pursuits. Manya
could feel the tide rising in her loins. She got
wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The
juices gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was sure
that Binu could sniff her arousal aroma. If Binu
sniffed it he didn't show it but his hands now fully
encircled his mother's big hips and drew her lush
lower body further into his face. Manya's midriff was
now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by
her younger son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked
ripe and ready for fucking from the manner in which
she was writhing her hips trying to appear normal. Her
horniness carried across the room towards him and when
he saw her face, the troubled features starkly
reflected the burning lust within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their skins when he moved
his head closer to Manya's bosom and said "Mom, when
was the last time I had milk from your breasts"? A
stunned Manya looked at her son's head which was just
a few inches from her right breast. Deen felt his cock
harden at the sight of his younger brother looking at
his Mom's breast while she was almost obscenely
sprawled on the bed with her saree top off.

"You were very young then Binu. You cannot drink any
more now from them", she whispered in reply also
feeling excited that her breasts were being discussed
by her son.

"Why can't I drink from them now", queried Binu,
taking both his mother and Deen aghast. His hands were
still on her fleshy, almost fully exposed hips. Her
saree had slipped even lower and Deen could see that
the beginnings of his mother's lower hips.Binu's hand
was resting on that ridiculously exposed part as he
talked.

The sexually troubled mother managed to mutter, "No
milk will come out now Binu". But Manya's younger son
would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering
her to allow him to taste her milk in a childish
demonstration of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether
his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't
make out from the situation. Suddenly to his utter
amazement and wild arousal, he saw his well breasted
mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one full boob
and thrust it into Binu's accepting mouth. His cock
ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half
exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into
her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as
he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just
kept silent as Binu feasted on his mother's boob while
his hands were still placed on her full, exposed hips.
Deen adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn't take
his eyes off that wild sight. Binu kept suckling for
one full minute, during which Manya simply sat back,
head up, chest out, wearing a smile that occasionally
turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was
getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no
move to remove her son's head from her juicy tit.
Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snigger
saying that there was no milk and the taste was not as
good as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son.
Then came the moment even deen didn't expect. Manya
turned to Deen, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the
same exposed pose asked her elder son "Do you want to
try too?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was hard and
his balls were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed
and slowly, without any sense of hurry buttoned her
blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain
down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed,
her hips upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of
her thigh. In a minute she turned and in the same semi
naked condition, slept with her back to her son Deen,
showing him the full and high cheeked glory of her
ass. Binu had left the room after his boob suckling,
leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the
well exposed body of his Mom, a few feet away,
bursting all over with curves, the young son fished
out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking care not
to make any sound. He kept looking at his mother's
massive derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack
throughout his frantic masturbation. He pumped and
pumped at his cock, not taking his eyes off his
mother's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the
first of which almost landed on the bed next to his
sexy mom. Manya did not realize what Deen was doing
but was lost in her own world of lust after all the
attention she got from her son. It did not bother her
mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got
her juices started all over again. Her right hand
rested again on her pussy through her transparent
saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete strokes
since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single
movement of his horny mother because he guessed what
she could be upto.