Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 41
 

For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life out
his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from
his crotch. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her
breasts sucked and crushed by his younger brother
while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her
naked, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she
had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an orgasm
in obscene horniness. The last lingering image of his
juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heaving,
voluptuous, fully exposed body being fully felt up by
her son Binu. Her trembling breasts, wet face,
glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely
covering her crotch, flashed in a quick sequence
before his wild eyes at the climax of every frig. With
the final image of his lusty mother fully naked and
embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely
disturbed sleep. He was sure there would be a time
when she would manage to talk to her Dad on the phone
while some man fucked her brains out doggie style. He
only hoped he would be able to watch her.

Manya felt the last burst of her orgasm leave her
body. She looked down first at her son and then at
herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her bosom
and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked
like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked
at herself, she realized with a shock as to how
exposed she was. Her entire front was open right down
to her bush and the saree was bundled up around her
pussy, leaving everything below open and bare from her
fleshy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt
she looked quite vulgar lying like this next to her
son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected
what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit
damp from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of
her full breasts still retained his squeeze pressure
and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her lush body
around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya's eyes
drifted to her pelvic area and the mess startled her.
Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp
all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her
little son began to sink into the voluptuous mother
and wife. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed
her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had
established his territorial rights on almost every
inch of her generous body and she had allowed it.
Manya felt that there was no way she was going to
rebuff him.

"The greatest discipline was self discipline", she
kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied
his normal urges. Manya knew that such urges were
normal in boys and that it was dangerous to rebuff
them because of the possible psychological
repercussions on them. Moreover she was sure that he
would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As
a mother she had deep love for her sons and was sure
that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his
love, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu
needed some indulgence and pampering through this
phase. And it only made her feel sexier, better and
more desirable. There was nothing which turned on
Manyamore than the knowledge that someone lusted after
her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did
not go through this phase with her body. The thought
made her a bit concerned about her elder son's
normalcy and she decided to take a closer look at him
from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the
excitement of feeling and sucking his mother's breasts
drained him mentally. It was his first encounter with
his mother in a bare, physical sense. He loved what he
felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle his hair
and shifted her body down to settle down beside him.
She readjusted her saree to cover her buttocks and
thighs and slept with her back to her son. She tried
hard to sleep but remained a few steps short of
slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's
hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came
around her naked waist as it always did, towards her
navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right
leg moved over her hips and rested there. Manya could
directly feel the impact of his dick against her full
and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing
too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her navel in a
slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself
at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass
against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable
impulses in her navel to take over. But she stiffened
again when she felt his dick throbbing against her
butt. It's heat and hardness permeated through his
shorts and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu
was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock
against her heated asscheeks, but the aroused mother
was sure that her ass heat was interacting with his
young dick through the sheer garment supposedly
covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further
when she felt his dick throb intensify wildly. In
astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against
her hot ass without any movement or thrust from his
side. She realised he was dreaming about the ample
body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom.
The throbbing against her ass continued like an
automatic motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating
against the object of his dreams, making the subject
of his lusty dream quiver and squirm against it. Manya
stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she
felt a spasming pressure on them. The spasms were
followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened
the rear of her saree. With a shock the sexy mother
realised that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She
remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to
feel the waves of release ebb out. For five minutes
after feeling the last weak throb, Manya remained in
that posture to allow her son's body to regain
blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached behind and felt the
saree around her ass, taking care not to disturb his
leg over her naked hips. She realised that her saree
rode upto the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her
son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya
felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the
threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had
happened, the sexy woman smiled to herself. It was a
day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam,
plundered by a few others and finally her own son was
giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained
herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping
son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and
son.