Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

[Givemeextra]

Chapter 33

After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to take a
walk to cool off. Binu had already gone off to his
friend's place. He whispered into his mother's ear
that he would be gone for an hour or so and Manya
nodded in her partial slumber. Deen took one look at
his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and
absolute beauty of her face. He also noted that her
saree had now gone right past her thighs to just a few
inches below her hot pussy. He left the house and
locked the door behind him before he burst a blood
vessel.

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the house, Manya
heard the front door ring again. Knowing that it was
her husband she rose and quickly went to open it. Desh
entered the house in a hurry but paused only for a
while to take in his wife'attire and dreamy look. In
that white saree she looked a dream. But the saree
looked like it would slip right off her body. He
caught her by the hips, surprising Manya. Instead of
the fondling and caressing which Manya expected, he
lifted the folds of the saree and tried to tuck them
higher around her waist. The saree refused to oblige
and he let it fall again. Manya held her husband by
the shoulder, hoping that his planned departure for a
week would make him a bit more romantic. But she was
disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the
bedroom to pack his bags. He took a few minutes and
came back again to the living room to give a brief
kiss to his stunning wife. Manya limply accepted the
kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after
which he left for his trip.Even those gallant attempts
she had made to stroke his dick through his trousers
did not jerk life into Desh. Life could not have got
more frustrating for the lovely wife.

Not wanting to allow depression to sweep her, she
readjusted her clothing around herself, slipped on a
petticoat underneath her white saree and a black bra
under her white blouse. She waited for Deen and Binu
to return.

Her two sons were happy when their mother suggested
that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to
take her mind off all things sexual. The three of them
reached the cinema house got their tickets. With Manya
in the middle, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful
Mom inside. A bunch of local youths gave catcalls when
they saw the sexy mother's lush ass sway away from
them in a mind blowing manner. Manya ignored them like
she always did. Inside, while watching the film, both
sons held their Mom's hands from either side
possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his
elbows frequently brushed against the sides of her
breasts. Manya relaxed against his elbow after a
while, engrossed in the film. Once in a while she felt
Binu's hands on her thighs whenever a funny scene came
on screen. He would just squeeze her thigh and remove
his hand. Manya became more and more aware of Binu's
hands after that. By the end of the film, Binu had
elbowed her tits almost throughout the film and
squeezed her inner thighs atleast seven to eight
times. Deen observed most of this and only kept
caressing his hard dick without his Mom's notice.
Manya was confused from all the happenings, but also
very wet between her thighs. Her body knew only one
way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting
copious love juices.

When the film ended they rose to leave. There was a
long and winding staircase leading to the outside.
Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's hand
and walked down the stairs alongwith the movie going
crowd. There were plenty of guys who were eyeing the
ample body of Manya and some of them came right behind
her and rubbed their dicks hard and swift against her
ass. Manya felt atleast five of them grind their dicks
into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her
asscheeks firmly and gave a couple of strong kneads.
Manya didn't want to create a scene there and silently
endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her
well stacked body with her sons right there. Deen
however was observing all the fondling and groping
being received by his luscious mother. It drove his
dick into overdrive and he stored some of the images
for masturbatory reference later in the night. If ever
there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to look
naked, then it was his mother's.

As Manya stepped off the last stair, she also felt her
rear getting its last anonymous grope and pawing.
Resigning herself to the situation she put her arms
around her two sons and the trio left for home. They
had a light dinner on reaching home and decided that
it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother
whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner,
Deen could sense his brother's restlessness and
eagerness to wind up his eating. He saw his Mom go to
her bedroom for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the brothers could see
that she had hardly changed. The sexy housewife had
merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in
that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to
the world. Binu cuddled up to his full bodied mother
and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly
button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing
shorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they
had switched off the lights and crept up to the
bedroom door which was unlocked. Through a small slit
at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a
nightlamp. He could make out their shifting and moving
forms and heard his beautiful Mom murmur many a time.
He didn't hear Binu's voice but only his mother's soft
moans and murmurs. His brother had one leg thrown over
his sexy Mom's hips. He was hugging into her from
behind, his head on her beautiful neck, his dick
pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered
only by a single layer of flimsy garment. His hand
which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all
over her huge, naked midriff. His Mom did not say
anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of
the night, at that moment, the telephone rang next to
Manya and her sleeping son. Deen continued watching
and hearing.