Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 37
 

A relieved Manya thanked him and started towards her
house. She went around as intended to the kitchen
door, only to be grabbed by a pair of strong hands.
When she saw the milkman, the well used woman was in
no situation to respond. Her sons would be up and
about and she had to ready them for college.

"Not now. I've got to go", she pleaded and tried to
break away from his strong grasp on her full and lush
hips.

"When?", inquired the persistent stud, carrying on
uninterruptedly with his pawing.One hand moved from
her hips to her melon like tits which were already
well mauled so early in the morning.

Manya was amazed at his cockiness. She realized that
he felt she was an easy, willing lay. The thought
didn't disturb her, though the expanding range of her
admirers to cover milkmen made her a wee bit
uneasy.But she didn't dislike the strong grip on her
hips. Infact she felt a softening inside.

"Tomorrow", she said, weakly trying to free herself
from him.He really knew how and where to hold her.

Manya could not however prevent him from feeling her
up all over her stacked chest and hips for one full
minute before release. Red in face again, she blushed,
entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one look at her damp form, she realized that
she needed to change before attending to her motherly
duties of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to
her bedroom, she began stripping off her white saree
and entered her bedroom to find Binu still cuddled up
and asleep. She bent, gave him a light kiss on his ear
and whispered that it was time to wake up.

Binu slowly opened his eyes and saw a well rounded
cleavage staring into his face from a black bra and
white blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit
of his obsession, his mother's deep and juicy navel.
As he rose, it was right in front of his face. He
began with a deep, early morning navel kiss, making
his sexy mother squirm once again. When onto his feet,
he kissed her face and suddenly both mother and son
exchanged a quick lip to lip kiss. A pattern had been
set.

Giving him fifteen minutes to be ready for his bath,
Manya walked out towards Deen's room to check on him.
Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to gret her. He was
fresh except for his bath. Deen had to control another
rush of blood into his dick on seeing his mother in a
petticoat and blouse again. Her expansive belly bore
some scratch marks where the ground had grazed her
during those rousing sex sessions. Instinctively he
reached out to feel her waist around those marks.
Startled, Manya said, "I had slipped in the park
during my morning walk Deen. It should be OK by
tomorrow." Deen was happy that she had not lied
atleast about going to the park.

Like a dutiful mother, Manya prepared breakfast for
her two sons over the next half an hour and stepped
out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu call out
for a bath. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and
Deen ready to be bathed, except that Binu was naked
while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed mother
got down to bathing her sons, taking only a quick look
at Deen's crotch. He was half erect. And Binu was
limp. In the course of the bath she got around to soap
Binu's crotch. The moment her hand encircled his
balls, Binu's dick shot up in two seconds like a
serpent raising its hood. Controlling her raging
emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her
sons. Binu's dick remained at full length during the
entire course of the bath. Manya forced her eyes off
it, only to encounter Deen's hard on jutting out
through his briefs. Both brothers were trying to
maintain normalcy, though Deen's task was tougher.He
watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his
brother's cock, in the act of trying to rinse the soap
away. He did not wonder too hard why it took one full
minute to rinse it away. And now he also found it
normal to see his naked brother fiddling with his
mother's exposed navel very often during the session.
The sexy mother ended the bath and put the shower off.
Deen felt his mother's fingers graze against his cock
in a very light squeeze, but decided that it was by
accident. Ushering them out of the bath, Manya began
her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the
morning's adulterous traces. She felt her pussy lips
puffed up while soaping and a small tingle ran up her
spine as she soaped her erect nipples. The pressure of
the mauling given by the horny father and son still
lingered on her breasts and the hot feel of her son's
erect cock lingered on her dainty fingers. Her pussy
felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something
always seemed to happen after the hardest of fucks to
stoke her fires all over again. Even Deen, as he left
the bath knew that his horny Mom's day had only just
about started in that sense.

Feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out
nude into the bedroom, wiping her armpits and abdomen
along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between
her thighs and was beginning to enjoy the warmth, when
her son's shout for breakfast reminded her of duty
again. Morning sex made her lazy without doubt.No
having the time to decide on clothes, she slipped on a
white petticoat and a black blouse. As usual, she tied
the petticoat five inches below her belly button and
kept the top two buttons of her low cut blouse undone.
This was as good as her standard attire whenever hubby
was away. She felt free and comfortable and didn't
have to change unless she had to go out. She went to
the dining area towards two hard dicks, one of which
went with a pair of eager hands. As she served Binu,
he kept playng with her waist, squeezing the sides and
poking her navel atleast five times during the meal.
Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all
the feels and gropes of her younger son. Once she even
laughed and ruffled his hair. But it was not fun and
games for her pussy. A slow fire had started.

Once her children had left, the amorous wife flopped
on the couch and slipped into a short siesta. She
stirred when she heard the doorbell ring. Her hand
automatically went to her pussy. Every sound of any
bell was something of a wake up call for her pussy.
And the short nap had introduced a gentle tingle in
her loins. Caressing herself between her thighs, she
went towards the door ans paused for a while, as if
unwilling to leave her pussy.

"Who's it?' called out the horny wife, softly.

"It's me Sam," came the reply, much to the sexy
mother's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the
door, only to withdraw her hand from her mound with a
start. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for
her appearance Manyaran into the bedroom. Sana watched
Sam ogling her her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya
returned wearing a dark blue saree over her petticoat.
She was still braless and Sana could clearly make out
her pert nipples poking right out of the blouse and
through the saree. Sana felt outrightly jealous of the
voluptuous older woman. She looked a bundle of sexual
energy and radiated 'fuckability' , unlike herself.
With such thoughts in her mind, she opened a small
envelope and showed it to Manya saying,

"Aunt Manya, I want you to see and comment on these
pictures which Sam took of me", she said. "These are
for my college audition. I want your suggestions so
that Sam can reshoot them if necessary."

Manya took one look at the slender form of the girl in
the pictures and decided that her body was not
captured at the right angles. She suggested that a
long side profile would make her look taller and
highlight her butt better. After a few such
suggestions, Sam suddenly said "Aunt Manya, maybe you
should model and show the pose which would suit Sana
better"