Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 57

When Binu finally got his hands off his sexy mother,
she dragged her skimpily clad body on to the sofa and
slumped. Binu announced that he needed a bath. Deep
down, Manya heard herself announce "I need to get
fucked". Her sex craving now began to surprise , if
not alarm her. Despite the hard fucking delivered to
her by Prem, her pussy began to lubricate all over
again, thanks to her son's robust squeezing of her
well stacked body and the extreme arousal she saw in
her elder son's face.Manya was not innocent. She knew
Deen rushed away only to jerk off and smiled to
herself realising that she was the reason behind her
son's hectic masturbatory impulse.Her hands slipped
down towards her pussy. With Binu having vanished for
a bath, she felt safe enough to caress her mound
through the petticoat. Purring silently , she indulged
herself, her breasts heaving and fingers probing away
through the single garment covering her dripping
pussy. Manya regretted the thick fabric of the
petticoat and decided to change into a sari for the
ease that it afforded in terms of labial access.She
was not aware that Deen was already watching her,
after his mind blowing masturbatory spell.

Before changing , Manya got dinner ready for the three
of them and while the table was being laid by Deen she
announced that she would be back in a minute. When
Manya returned after a while, two erect cocked lads
looked towards their mother.Deen's eyes first
conducted the crotch test. He noted from his mother's
juicy thigh junction through the sari that she had not
worn a petticoat.Next, his eyes carried out the nipple
test. To his thrill and amazement, he noted that his
mother had not worn a bra under her short and tight
white blouse.The sari was testing the holding power of
Manya's well blown hips and yet again, Deen wondered
how long it would last on his horny mother's body.His
mother had grown into quite an expert in the art of
wearing a sari just above her bush and making it
appear natural.The navel stared at the world, inviting
people to look.Dinner was a relatively less eventful
affair, except for a couple of hard feels of her ass
by Binu and one instance where Manya almost dipped her
cleavage right into Deen's face while standing next to
him to serve him.But it was the mother's eyes that
teased Deen right through the meal.Manya flirted away,
smiling mischievously at Deen. Deen felt very troubled
but at the same time felt that his mother looked very
beautiful with that typical, smile.

It was a very well fucked but horny again mother that
Binu slipped into bed with that night. The bedroom
door was shut but not locked. The moment Manya rested
her sexy, scantily dressed body onto the bed, Binu
literally pounced onto her midriff, making her
squeal.The squeal brought Deen to the door outside but
he could only listen. Binu wasted no time in letting
his tongue dart in and out of his mother's navel, his
hands kneading her full hips.Manya smiled to herself
at this over eager behaviour of her son.

"Uhh, Binu," she squealed. "You don't leave me alone
even for a minute".
Binu looked up from the base of her abdomen, a mild
feeling of guilt in his eyes.
He suddenly stopped licking his mother's navel and
said, "I'm sorry Mom,did it hurt".
"No silly, nothing hurt", smiled Manya.
"You are so beautiful Mom", said Binu in an almost
serious manner. It made the horny mother smile again.
Binu resumed his lip attack on the huge territory of
flesh made available by the low worn sari of his
mother. Manya's flesh warmed all over again and her
pussy tingled. She brought her thighs together and
rubbed them lightly against each other. Her son's chin
was resting against her abdomen, just a couple of
inches above her rich, trimmed bush, which was fairly
visible through her semi transparent sari. Binu moved
his lips across his mother's belly and gradually
inched upwards towards her now heaving bosom. Manya's
nipples hardened as she felt her son inch closer
towards her breasts.Her whole body was on fire, while
a gradual ooze started in her pussy, which made her
feel very itchy down there.

Binu reached his mother's breasts, clad in a thin
blouse with the top two buttons off.He stared
momentarily at their creamy fullness. Having arrived,
the young boy hesitated or a moment. Manya lay still,
in anticipation, her breath almost at a
standstill.Binu skipped her bosom and carried himself
further so that he was face to face with his mother.
Both the eager son and the horny mother looked into
each other's eyes.Upto that moment, Manya marvelled at
the ease with which Binu got comfortable with her
body. Her heart now began to beat faster, when Binu
suddenly leaned forward and kissed his mother slowly
on her lips.Manya closed her eyes and opened her mouth
to allow access to his probing tongue.Mother and son
let their tongues dance inside their mouths, sometimes
in tandem and sometimes on their own.Suddenly Binu
removed his mouth from his mother's and began kissing
Manya on her face, eyes and neck. He rained soft
kisses on his mother's
beautiful face.Binu's kissing always left wet traces
whereever the places and Manya's face was moist with
her son's saliva. The well felt up mother was hot and
horny now. Her pussy oozed juices liberally, forming a
wet patch on her sari. The flimsy garment stuck to her
drooling crotch and Manya could now sense Binu's
erection twitching away, pressing into the side of her
thigh.Binu halted his kissing, making Manya look at
him in smiling inquiry. He looked cute and puzzled as
she stared at his mother's breasts.

Manya could feel Binu's right hand make an initial
move towards her bosom and then stop abruptly, resting
just at the base of her left boob.She lay still,
waiting for his next move, but couldn't suppress a
sexy moan as she felt his cock press harder into her
thigh.
"Mom, you are so fair and beautiful," Binu mumbled
again, in genuine confusion. His hand stopped its
movement towards his mother's full tits.
"Thank you Binu," said the happy mother, almost
enjoying her son's plight.She wanted him to go
further, but as was her policy, it had to be his
initiative, not hers.Moreover, she didn't think that
her younger son needed help in this area, unlike her
elder one.
"That's the second time you've said that I'm
beautiful".
"Yeah Mom, I can go on like this you know".
"Like what Binu", teased Manya, despite her raging
pussy heat.
"Like this, " he gushed, suddenly dipping his head
into his mother's cleavage, making her gasp.
Binu made a deep suction sound and rose away from his
mother's rich bosom. "But Mom..." he paused.
Manya moaned at her son inquiringly.
"Dad may not like it if I did it", he mumbled, much to
his mother's surprise. Manya nearly laughed.
"Your Dad will not like a lot of what you already did
Binu", she said softly, nuzzling her son's head. "Or
what you do everyday".
Binu blushed as he said"You mean kissing you Mom".
"Not just kissing, the way you play with my body
Binu".
"Uhhh, you don't like it Mom", stuttered Binu.
Manya's heart gushed with love for her son at this
point. "I didn't say I didn't like it Binu. I said
your Dad will not like it for sure."
"You want me to stop it Mom"?
"Stop what, Binu", Manya teased on.
"You know playing with your.... your..", he trailed
away.
"With my ass? Your mother's ass?"Manya went on, in a
hoarse whisper.
"Oh Mom, I feel shy," Binu managed to say.
"So you want to stop playing with my ass Binu",
whispered Manya, feeling her son's dick scorching her
thigh.
"Umm, you have a good 'kule' you know", said Binu,
using the native Kannada term for ass.
"I know I have a good kule Binu", said Manya, turning
on to her side, as if to emphasise it. She ran her
hand around the circumference of her magnificent
posterior. "Would you like to stop doing this", she
said, slowly kneading her own asscheeks with her right
hand.
"Noooo Mom," Binu half wailed as he bent down and
kissed his mother hotly on her lips, forcing her mouth
apart.
Manya gave in to her son's passion and whispered"You
don't have to stop anything you like Binu".
"Yes Mom, I'll be careful to do it when Dad's away".
"Smart boy, but you can be smarter", whispered the
sexy mother, holding her son by the head again.
"How Mom"?
"Not when Dad's away, but when Dad's not looking,"
said the slut, dragging her son by the head onto her
full breasts.