Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 52

Mmmmm, yes, Aunt Manya, " mumbled Prem, encircling her
right nipple with his lips.

The act made Manya's body stir warmly. His dick was
still buried in her soaked pussy, at about three
quarters of its full length. With a sigh Manya
observed that it still felt longer and harder than her
husband's organ. Readjusting her hips to lodge him
firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a little worried about Deen." She of course
did not know that her son Deen was listening to the
entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now
that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his ears
and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his
naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his
best friend while having his cock still buried in her
pussy.

"Why worry about Deen, Aunt Manya," asked Prem. "He's
fine".

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

"Fully fine? What's that supposed to mean," asked Prem
again, this time nibbling harder at Manya's right
nipple.

"Aaah! I mean does he have a girfriend. Is he normal
like you are", she whispered, biting Prem's ear
lightly.

Kissing both her eyes, Prem replied, "He doesn't have
a girlfriend that I know of but I think he is normal.
Why do you ask Aunt Manya?"

"It's a feeling that I get of late. He doesn't show
the urges of boys his age".

"Now why would he show those urges before you, his
mother, Aunt Manya", asked Prem.

"I would know it even if he didn't show it, " replied
Manya, squeezing Prem's butt as if laughing at his
dumb remark.

"I should have known your ability, I'm sorry. Mother's
eye misses nothing," smiled Prem, slipping his right
hand down to squeeze Manya's hip. "But what have you
observed that's bothering you about Deen."

Manya squealed a bit and replied "You know he seems
passive and very unlike you or any of his other
friends. Even Binu is more physical, like a boy with
growing hormones. Deen is loving and caring, like you
are, but he's not passionate in that raw, physical
sense, like you are", she murmured, running her
fingers all over Prem's hair.

"Ohh!, " said Prem, not knowing what to say. He
however kept suckling at Manya's nipple.

"Please stop that for a moment Prem, I'm quite serious
about Deen", urged the horny housewife, her voice
trying to stifle the gasp that escaped when Prem bit
her nipple.

"Ok, Aunt Manya," said Prem in a decisive tone and
tried to rise from her body.

"Noooo", wailed Manya as she held on strongly with her
legs around his hips. "Remain inside. We'll talk like
this. She blushed sexily as she said so. Her peeping
son was bewildered by his mother's outrightly wanton
behaviour.

"Does he masturbate like all healthy boys and discuss
girls,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes. "You are
his best friend, tell me".

"I know he jerks off for sure, but he hasn't discussed
any girls", said Prem, tweaking Manya's left nipple
with his fingers.

"Now isn't that odd or maybe queer", suggested Manya
with a worry line on her forehead.

Prem kissed her forehead and cupped her face in his
hands saying," No guy would need to look at or discuss
girls when you are in the house, Aunt Manya".

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

"I'm serious Aunt Manya. When he can ogle this
gorgeous body whole day, why would he need another
girl. Besides, which girl has your ripe, wholesome
body?"

Manya felt a stirring between her wet thighs at this
statement. The fountain in her loins was being
triggered.

"Mmm. That's flattering but I'm his mother", whispered
Manya.

"Oh come on Aunt Manya, if I were in his place, even I
wouldn't look at another girl. I would never have been
able to get enough of you", said Prem, watching Manya
blush again.

"Really," teased Manya. "And pray what would you have
done my dear. Jerked off peeping on me in the bath?"

"Not for long Aunt Manya," replied Prem. "I would have
found a way to get you seriously and urgently into
bed".

His words sent a wave of thrill into the housewife's
body. She felt her cunt walls try to clasp at his semi
erect tool wedged inside her. She felt wild.

"You mean," she lisped, almost incredulously "you
would have made love to me'?

" Made love? You must be kidding. I would have fucked
you out of your brains whenever Dad was away Mom",
said Prem, in a voice imitating Deen's.

Manya turned hot and red when she heard Prem talking
in Deen's voice. Her cunt was now very wet and had
already added to the fluid layer around the cock in
her. She was incredibly aroused and the blood simply
rushed through her voluptuous body, making Prem
stiffen at her sudden change in physical state.

"Does Mom turn you on so much Deen" she asked, as if
talking to Deen.

"Yes Mom. You turn me on more than any girl I met. You
are the sexiest creature I know," replied Prem. Both
began to play along now.

"What is it that you find sexy about your mother my
dear Deen", asked Manya in a long, sexy drawl. She
could feel Prem's dick hardening in her pussy.

Outside the window, Deen felt like his balls were
going to explode. This had crossed his wildest
imagination. It was the wildest convergence of the
mutual horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She
was giving expression to it in the starkest, most
erotic manner possible. She was fucking his best
friend as a surrogate. His mother was crossing the
last frontier towards incest. But the greatest thing
about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And
Deen, the voyeur loved it all the more. More than
fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his mother
talk about fucking him. It was wilder than the real
thing, atleast for him. Rubbing his bursting dick, he
listened on as he heard Prem reply in his voice.

"Your ass, Mom. I love your sweet, full and meaty
ass."

"Only"?

"No Mom," your ass, tits, belly, navel everything. You
are a wet dream. I can lick and fuck every inch of you
Mom. You're built for fucking", went on Prem, getting
aroused by the whole act.

Manya could now feel Prem's cock prodding at the walls
of her cunt in mini thrusts. Her pussy oozed juices
and they streamed right out onto her inner thighs.
This was the wildest spell of lubrication in her sex
life. She felt her head turn heavy and her eyes were
glazed all over with lust. She drew Prem into her even
closer, her thighs gripping him hotly. She could now
almost see Deen's face in Prem.

"You like fucking me Deen?" she whispered into Prem's
face.

"Yess, Mom," Prem almost hissed.

"Will you fuck me next time you massage me", she
sobbed. Deen's head spun as he heard her. Prem was
surprised too at the discovery, but his dick talked
him out of any thinking.

"Yes Mom," he went on, trying harder now to mimick
Deen's voice. He began a slow motion thrusting into
his best friend' mother, making sure that the tip of
his dick caressed her pink pussy walls teasingly.

"Aaaaahh, mmmmmmm, Deen", wailed Manya. "Will you fuck
me now darling", she pleaded hornily, her hands
clasped around Prem's back, lost to her lust.

"Aaaaahh, mmmmmmm, Deen", wailed Manya. "Will you fuck
me now darling", she pleaded hornily, her hands
clasped around Prem's back, lost to her lust.

Prem could feel her cunt boiling slushily against his
dick. It was never as wet in all the times they had
fucked. He felt his dick bathed in her over discharged
fluids. The turned on housewife was quivering and
moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his chest into her
full, sweaty breasts. Manya felt hot and she was
trembling with extreme desire.

"I will Mom. I am...", he grunted, suddenly removing
the whole length of his steely dick and thrusting it
right into the horny mother's steamy twat in one
motion.

"Oooooh, Deen...", moaned the cock hungry mother,
delirious with lust. Her pussy, thighs and hips
responded with awakened incestuous vigour. She heaved
her hips upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the
young stud. She opened and closed the clasp of her
fleshy thighs against his hips in a wanton display of
extreme arousal.

"Fuck me Deen, fuck me hard dear. Fuck me like you
always wanted to...", she cried, opening her legs
wider and spreading her knees.