Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 49

Manya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back
against the wall, two fingers deep in her drenched
pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was long
and convulsive, after she had brought herself off.
Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off
fires within her which were wild, different and more
powerful than ever before. The flood of juices in her
loins had an uncontrollable rush about them. She felt
deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she
reached up and turned on the shower. The steady
downpour hit her with a stroking force on her breasts,
hips, bush and thighs. For a full ten minutes the
horny mother let her body take in the cool shower
before getting down to the serious business of
cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and
cleaned her curves, she shivered in the memory of her
son Deen's hands on her body. She lingered wherever
Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and thighs.
Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure
of his young dick on them through the thin towel.

It took the beautiful woman another half hour to wash
herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bath and
into the bedroom, wiping herself in the process. The
bedroom door was almost closed without being locked.
Manya let it remain that way, knowing that Deen would
not barge in without announcement. Her body had never
felt more cared for and attended. With two sons
showering their attention on it, it glowed, making her
feel happier than ever before. It also made the
voluptuous mother hornier than ever before.

Manya's loins were now in a perpetual discharge mode.
The juices always oozed now. Only their vigour was
decided by the situation. With sex fully in her mind,
she decided to lie down for a while and cool off.
Naked, she slid her juicy body under the covers and
tried to sleep. Her hand automatically rested on her
pussy mound, the fingers stroking the lips lightly.

In the other room, Deen ranted about as he neared his
third ejaculation. His entire bedsheet was smeared
with cum. In the course of three jerk offs, he had
visualised his mother's horny body in all possible
situations of ravishment, use and abuse. She had
screamed and cried in his imagination as cock after
cock ploughed into her greedy pussy and hand after
hand mauled her well stacked body. His final image of
his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched
woman, sprawled naked on the floor, her face coated
with sperm and her sexy body heaving about wantonly in
the final stages of orgasm. Even after ejaculation he
could still feel the remnants of the touch of Manya's
fleshy, heated body in his palms.

The doorbell rang fifteen minutes later and Deen ran
to open it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul,
Manya's sixty year old tailor, accompanied by his son.

"Hi Deen", said Binu as he walked in. "Abdul and his
son entered the gate with me. Where's Mom", he
enquired, his eyes turning towards his mother's
bedroom.

"She's relaxing after a bath", replied Deen, asking
Abdul and his son in. He saw his brother move towards
Manya's bedroom.

Binu walked into the bedroom calling out for his Mom.
He paused for a while at her bedside, quite mesmerised
by the sight of his half asleep Mom. The bedsheet had
slipped partly down at her chest, revealing one juicy
breast fully. The other one was also exposed fully
except for her nipple. He could make out that his
mother had one hand around her lower abdomen. Her
chest rose and fell slightly as she dozed. "She might
be fully naked", thought the young son.

Deciding that he had to wake her up for the tailor, he
bent down to kiss her on the forehead.

"Mom, " he whispered, moving his kiss down to her
closed eyes.

Manya stirred at the soft impact. But her eyes were
still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely face, proud of
her beauty. Instinctively he kissed his mother again
on her eyes and trailed his lips down to her cheek.
"Mom," he said again in the softest of whispers. Manya
opened her eyes slowly and saw Binu's eager face about
to kiss her cheek. "Hmmmm", she said as she let him
kiss her. Her hand which was around her pussy began
its own slow movement in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very
slowly moved his lips down to her lips for their
customary peck. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt
deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly
to meet her son's lips. Binu accepted her offering
eagerly. Mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even
pushing her tongue into Binu's mouth in a tentative
exploration. It was the first time that they had an
exploratory kiss. Binu felt his body turn hot and
Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up
fully. The horny mother rose higher to complete the
kiss in comfort. In the process, the bedsheet slipped
right off her chest, baring both her big breasts to
her son. Binu's eyes popped out and he instinctively
reached out to cup his mother's right breast. He had
established his right to suck and caress her breasts
when exposed and he utilised this opportunity. He kept
kissing her while he squeezed her right breast. Manya
kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed,
her hand delving into her moist pussy under the
covers. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't help
marvelling at the ease and skill with which her son
was kissing and pawing her at the same time. He seemed
an excellent kisser. The twin pressures were really
getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist
began to gain in heat. She realised the need to regain
some motherly sanity. She removed her wet lips from
her son's mouth and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply
looked dreamily into his Mom's eyes, continuing his
breast caress for another ten seconds.

"Mom, the tailor Abdul and his son have come to see
you," announced Binu, giving his mother's breast a
final, soft squeeze.

Manya was stunned at this announcement by her son,
coming as it did after he had kissed and given her a
thorough feel over. His enterprise pleasantly
surprised her.

"Pest", she laughed and slapped her son on his butt
playfully. "You're telling me now after so long." One
hand was still under the covers and on her pussy when
she told Binu,

"I'll be out there in two minutes. Tell them to sit
down".

Taking one last look at his Mom's nude form, Binu was
convinced that his mother was indeed naked under the
bedsheet. He left the room, allowing Manya to dress
up.

The dressing up was quick since Manya simply slipped
into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra.
She was quite used to Abdul for over ten years now. He
was almost a saintly old man. Manya felt very
comfortable with him. It was when she entered the
living area that both Deen and Manya got a shock. Deen
because of his Mom's scanty attire and Manya because
she hadn't expected Abdul to come with his son. But
she continued in her attire because they had to take
her measurements in any case. Three male eyes looked
on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained
breasts swaying sexily with each step. Deen left them
and went to his room. But he took up a position at the
keyhole to peep on his Mom with the tailor. He knew
Binu would be bathing and would be busy for atleast
another half hour.

Manya made some initial small talk with Abdul. Abdul's
son was hardly eighteen years old. He was a slim lad
with keen eyes and Manya did notice him shifting
uncomfortably every time her breasts heaved during the
talk. She also noticed that the lad's eyes remained
fixed on her huge, exposed midriff when he was not
staring at her melons. Abdul then took measurements
for her blouse. His son noted down while the father
called out. The watching Deen saw his mother raise
both her hands for Abdul to measure her chest. His
dick shot to attention yet again as the tape encircled
her full breasts and jerked hard whenever Abdul's
knuckles pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw
Abdul's hand graze his mother's erect nipples on two
occasions.

Manya on her part allowed the job to go on. The tape
graced her armpits, back, arms, shoulders and neck.
When it came to the neck, she indicated to Abdul to
lower the neck by a few inches. Abdul brought the tape
with his thumb well past the mid point of his
beautiful customer's ripe cleavage and held it for a
moment. Manya nodded with a twinkle in her eyes and
Abdul read out the measurement for his dazed son to
jot down.

The old tailor then gave the tape to his understudy
son for taking the petticoat measurements. Deen was
startled. Manya herself didn't expect it but was
indifferent to the change. Kneeling down to face her
sexy waist, the lad encircled the lush ass of the
housewife with the tape and called out the size. Deen
found the kid's reading out his Mom's ass size a very
stimulating and wild act. He kept clutching his aching
dick and peeped on as the boy circled the tape around
his Mom's luscious waist above the belly button.

"Lower," he heard his Mom say. "Place the tape where I
am wearing the petticoat now. Yes... that's the
comfortable position".

The horny wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her
fleshy lower abdomen for a few seconds as he read out
her final measurement. She gasped and that made the
youngster look up into her face, past her full
cleavage, his face inches away from her abdomen. Manya
forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden shiver
which went up her body betrayed her arousal. The
father and son duo finished measuring the sexy
mother's body as her watching, randy son jerked off
for the fourth time since the morning.