Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 47

Deen rushed into his bathroom after the dynamite act
of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly
sensed the time and rose from the ground gathering her
saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved
this look on his favourite model and he kissed her
hard on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya
mumbled something into his mouth and felt him squeeze
her cuntlips in one last stroke before departing. It
felt nice to be teased and used this way. Her body's
limits were being stretched and she found the exercise
thrilling.

A cheerful Manya prepared a grand breakfast for her
sons and only one of them knew the reason for her
happiness. She glowed with contentment and both sons
felt happy for having such a beautiful mother. Binu
however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to
see his first semen discharge in his pants. He
discussed it with his brother Deen, who told him that
it was perfectly natural. Both brothers did not go
into further details. Manya sensed that Binu was
feeling different. She gave him a couple of hugs more
than necessary to reassure him and even placed his
hand around her waist when she felt that he was self
conscious about it. She allowed her breasts to touch
the back of his head several times in the course of
the meal, with and without reason.By the end of the
breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and
before leaving for college, gave his trademark squeeze
and kiss to his voluptuous mother. He gave her ass an
extra hard squeeze and that assured Manya that her son
was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's classes were off because of a
sports function at college which he didn't feel like
attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at
her son in wonder. He was a sweet and loving boy but
he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his
younger brother. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug
and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or
even converse with her at length. She sincerely hoped
that he was sexually normal. She remembered suddenly
that the boys who were balling her were around Deen's
age or a little older. The thought made her shiver and
shift. If she could be a part of Binu's sexual
discovery, then she found no reason why Deen should be
left out. She decided to bring him out of his shell
that morning.

Fifteen minutes after breakfast, Manya called out,

"Deen, can you please help me by massaging my back
with oil"?

The surprised teenager was caught of guard, but he
agreed. He was wearing only his shorts and nothing
else as he came out to the living room. His mother had
removed her saree and blouse. Wearing a bra and
petticoat she stood before him with two towels in
hand. Manya began her little game by saying that the
oil would make her petticoat damp. She wrapped the
shortish towel around her hips and removed the
petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply
placed the other towel across her chest. The beautiful
mother saw her son staring at her thighs and breasts
alternatively. The towel came to about thigh length,
exposing her golden, well toned thighs. Her nipples
were clearly outlined through the thin cotton towel
across her breasts. She presented an air of extreme
physical informality. The horny mother noted that the
effect was not lost on her son. His young cock tented
his shorts already.

Manya lay flat on the floor on her back and handed a
bottle of oil to her staring son. In a mild trance,
Deen opened the bottle, poured some oil into his palms
and looked enquiringly at his sprawled out Mom.

"My legs first Deen," she said, spreading them apart
slightly.

Deen rubbed his palms together and ran them along his
mother's calves and feet first. They felt good and
well toned. The shape of his mother's calves was
exquisite and they looked sublimely elegant. They felt
elegant too to the worshipful hands of her son. Deen's
hands went past her knees to reach her glorious,
fleshy thighs. He paused for a moment here to pour
some more oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he
looked at his sprawled out mother. The horny woman
opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her
thighs. Deen kneaded the flesh of her thighs, allowing
the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt electric
and charged. His mother's thighs felt like pillars of
flesh carved out of banana tree trunks. The flesh
quivered and carried immense warmth that got hotter
with each stroke of his. The hem of the towel was
quite high on Manya's thighs, about three inches from
her naked pussy. Deen couldn't see her pussy lips but
his fingers crossed the hem of the towel many times
during his vigorous massaging of those sexy thighs.
Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual
arousal. She had to take care not to show it, but her
body betrayed her. Everytime her son's fingers brushed
deeper into her inner thighs, her thighs quivered in
response. She kept her eyes closed but her lips
trembled enough to tell the tale to Deen that his
mother was turning horny. He had no option but to
massage her. He continued his teasing touch, using
both fingers and palm to administer some strong
groping touches on her inner regions. He was getting
perilously close to her pussy. His dick was hard at
the very beginning and now it was threatening to burst
out of his shorts. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his
mother's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's hands oiled her
stomach and waist. She felt them roam all over her
creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few
drops of oil into her deep navel and use his finger to
diddle it. Deen heard his mother's moans and sighs all
through this erotic massage. He was finding it as
uncontrollable as her. He lingered lovingly around her
lower belly and could see as he stroked her flesh why
Binu was obsessed with his mother's belly. Indeed it
was a ripe treasure. And it carried a current that
sent its charge right through his palm and spine. Both
mother and son knew they couldn't take this erotic
session for too long.

Manya suddenly turned on her belly, presenting her
naked back to her son. "Do my back now Deen", she
moaned huskily.

Deen took one look at his mother. Her entire back was
exposed right upto her butt crack. The towel came upto
the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hand to
massage, he was sure he would be forced to touch her
pussy. He could see the sides of her full breasts as
they pressed against the floor. Her hands were
outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the
expanse and softness. His mother had a very luscious
body. He felt he was lucky to be able to service her
in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled
her all over. His hands also constantly touched the
sides of her breasts whenever he tried to massage her
sides. He lovingly reached into her armpits and
stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny
mother. There was perfect knowledge between mother and
son that both were turned on. The sexual tension was
palpable.

Deen ran his hands on the back of her thighs and in
the process got to squeeze and knead them thoroughly.
His sexy mother, from the back was as good as nude,
except for the thin towel covering her ass. And the
cheeks of her full ass were all it covered. The rest
of her creamy body was all his for squeezing. At one
stage Deen had to sit at the base of her asscheeks in
order to be able to massage her back properly. When he
did so, his dick came into direct contact with the
absolute base of her ass, not even an inch from her
dripping cunt. He massaged away at her back and as he
did so, his pelvic region moved to and fro against
Manya's lower ass bringing his cock into periodic
contact with her pussy entrance. It was a searingly
arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother.
Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed
not to show it because her face was down on the floor.
Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks wiggle and
realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced
the pressure of his massaging which inturn reduced the
pressure of his dick on her outer pussy. Manya was mad
with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen
was not wearing shorts his cock would have been inside
her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass
involuntarily, not caring about the effect on her
young son. She didn't care if he fucked her. She
realized that he was normal after all and that pleased
her.