Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 55

A mentally exhausted son was Deen, as he fully
witnessed his mother's sexual extremes and slipped

down against the wall outside his bedroom. He decided
to give them fifteen minutes before going

into the house. The whole afternoon's episode was like
a raunchy screensaver before his eyes and

thinking about it only served to arouse him all the
more. After fifteen minutes he rose and

wondered whether he should give a warning call home to
check on Prem and his own hot pants

mother.Deciding against it, he rang the doorbell.

Manya, in the meanwhile bade a naked, sweaty farewell
to her hard stroking lover, giving his

cock a loving one minute caress at the door as Prem
kissed her deeply, with his hand stroking her

ass lovingly all the while. Manya couldn't help
gushing at all the attention her lush ass got -

from everyone.It was Prem, not Manya, who broke the
kiss and slipped out of the house. The last

thing the horny housewife felt was his wet , semi
erect cock, slipping out of her hands.With a

sigh, she closed the door and, surveying her naked,
well used body, she strolled lazily into her

bedroom, deciding to take a long, cleansing bath and
wait for the arrival of her two darling

sons. No sooner had she slipped under the shower and
turned it on, than she heard the doorbell

ring. Thinking it had to be Deen, she wrapped a towel
around her wet, ripe body, she tip toed

towards the door and opened it.The towel was not meant
to be a full towel but more of a waist

cover, with a separate towel that Manya used for
drying her long, hair.This one reached just

above mid thigh and at the top, more than half her
luscious breasts were exposed and jutting out

quite proudly.
"Hi Deen", she said nonchalantly as she let her son
in."Give me a minute, I'll finish my bath".
"OK, Mom," said Deen, walking in and taking in her scantily covered body as his mother briskly

walked away to complete her bath.His final sight was of her wide and swaying ass. "She's the very

incarnation of lust", thought the sexually disturbed son.

After the bath, Manya pondered for a moment about her attire. Since her hubby was away and she

was alone with her sons for the evening and night, she merely wore a petticoat and a thin cotton

blouse. Both were white in colour and due to the
season, Manya left the top two buttons of her blouse undone. The petticoat of course was tied about four inches below her deep navel and

consequently her huge, well curved but softly fleshed midriff was on full display. With a towel

around her hair, she stepped into the living room,where Deen was reading a newspaper.

Deen looked up to see the lazy stride of his Mom as she entered the room with a smile. her face

glowed from all the fucking she had received and her waist flesh bore a certain elasticity which

Deen presumed or imagined came from all the continuous squeezing given by his friend.About half

her full tits were out and they swayed sexily beneath the braless blouse as she walked. God, his

mother was a sex goddess.

"Are you tired Mom", asked Deen, looking her in the eye.
"Ahh! Ohh! yes..." stammered Manya, not expecting the question. "A bit".
"Uhhhmm.Prem told me over the phone", continued her son, looking her over.
Manya didn't look Deen in the eye. Flustered, she mumbled again, "Yeah. I told him we couldn't go

shopping. I need to rest today Deen". With these words she stretched herself sexily, letting her

son watch her breasts rise upwards , eyes twinkling in a teasing way.She held that pose for half

a minute. A stunned Deen felt she resembled one of those starlets in a photo shoot. It was

Manya's intention to divert her son.

"You look beautiful today Mom", stuttered Deen, gazing at his mother's exposed midriff and navel.
"Ohh, thank you Deen.Why do you say today. Don't I look nice everyday"? Manya nearly blushed that her son
had actually said something about her beauty. "Of course Mom, sorry, " said Deen, a little lost for words.
"Then what is it about today that makes me more beautiful, Deen" went on the teasing mother, shifting
her hips from one side to another, but retaining the same sexy stance.
"Well, everything, I mean...", Deen was at a complete loss for words.
"Everything means what Deen," teased the foxy mother, turning her voice into a loud whisper.
"Meaning your face, looks, everything," mumbled Deen, turning his face away from the fleshy treasures in
front of him.
"Again you say, everything. What else do you look at
apart from my face dear", she teased on, bending now
to dangle her ripe cleavage before the young lad's
eyes.
"Oh come on Mom, don't embarass me" blushed Deen,
trying to avoid looking at the creamy mounds right in
front of his eyes. Her nipples could be seen when
bent.Deen felt his dick shoot up, a sight which was
not lost on his mother.
"Well, Deen. I always thought my face was pretty. But
now you tell me, there's something more that you see.
Thanks for whatever you feel that's nice".
Deen blushed furiously at this remark.He fully knew
that his mother was acting a tease but he was
confused. In his mind, it was safer ogling her horny
body and exploits from some distance than go through
this.
"No Mom, I mean, I mean..."
"Whatever you mean, my dear, I'm sure you mean well.
Now will you please help me dry my hair", she said
handing him her towel and sitting down on the
floor.Her body settled between his legs , forcing him
to spread them and her head was almost near her son's
crotch.
With torturous uneasiness, Deen said "Yes," and
reached out for the towel.
The sides of Manya's waist and tits were in constant
contact with Deen's legs as he slowly rubbed the towel
on his mother's hair, at times drawing it outwards. He
marvelled at her hair, its blackness and thickness.He
also marvelled at how warm her waist felt against the
sides of his calves, how hot her ass felt against the
tips of his toes and how hot his own dick felt against
the back of his mother's head from time to time. His
mother seemed to deliberately push her head back
against his crotch time and again, Deen could
swear.Looking down he could see her breasts completely
down the blouse. Her nipples were clearly on show and
the blouse itself was quite tightly wrapped around the
cup of her each tit, making them full, grabbable
handfuls for any guy.
"Yes, any guy", thought Manya's son as he continued to
slowly fondle his Mom's hair. Her hair was long since
dried, but both mother and son remained in that locked
posture. Deen's dick was scorchingly hot against
Manya's head.Manya moaned lightly and rubbed back once
in a while but both were confused about what to do
next. Therefore neither moved. Instead they continued
with their intimate posture, not willing to budge an
inch, eager to let the lingering, doubtful impulses
last as long as possible.

Clad in a measly blouse, half unbuttoned and a white
petticoat with a longish slit at the side, the ever
horny mother presented a raunchy sight, nestled cosily
between her elder son's legs, his hands fondling her
beautiful head. Manya waited and waited for deen to do
something. deen waited and waited for something to
happen, god knows what. But he didn't want to move.
Something had to happen to break the impasse. it came
in the form of a doorbell ring, shaking the mother and
son out of their confused sexual reverie.
"It must be Binu", said Deen, still fondling his
mother's hair, ruffling her hair.
"Uhhmmm", murmured a dreamy Manya, packing herself
more closely into Deen."Will you open the door, or do
you want me to".
"You open it Mom", said Deen, releasing her almost
unwillingly.

He said it because he wanted to see his scantily clad
mother get up and walk sexily to the door in her
dreamy state. Since he came back to the house, he had
not yet seen his mother's glorious ass in motion and
this was his chance. A strangely unsuspecting Manya
got up and directed her voluptuous body towards the
door, in all its semi-clad glory. Deen watched again
in undilutable amazement as her ass swayed in gentle
rhythm and the single tyre around her waist rippled
sexily with each step, her long hair reaching upto the
base of her asscheeks and the petticoat itself, now
slipped so low that it threatened to fall right off
those juicy hips.

"God, she can get bangd, no, gangbangd any
time",thought Deen, in worried arousal, as his hot
mother opened the door.

"Now what will Binu do to Mom seeing her in this
state", thought Binu's elder brother.