Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Remembering her promise to herself, she gently pushed her son's loving
face off her for a moment. Smiling at him, watching become a little
disappointed, it made herself feel extra special and loved. Hesitating
only for a second, she said "Binu, do you love mommy?"

Sensing something monumental coming, Deen moved a little closer to the
door, eager to listen to the exchange.

"Of course mommy", came the quick reply by Binu. "How can you think I
don't?", he asked, a little hurt.

Manya replied "No sweetheart, it's not that, it's just that, if you do
love mommy, then you must do a few things to let mommy know, that you
love her." Looking at the confused look on Binu's face, she added
"Even more so. Do you want me to show you how?" Binu nodded his
affirmal, much to Manya's and Deen's delight.

Choosing her next words very carefully, she began "First, if we are at
home, and Dad is not at home, it is your responsibility to make sure
that I do not wear this." She pointed to her blouse. Sensing his
uncertainty, she said "Do you like playing with them?" Again, Binu
nodded. "Then, why shouldn't you play with them more often? I love it
when you play with them, and you want to show mommy you love me. And
if I am wearing this, you cannot play with them as easily. So, go on,
do as mommy says."

Without a moment's hesitation, Binu opened and removed Manya's blouse.
He stared with fascination at her huge breasts, rising up and down in
steady intervals, her big, thick nipples inviting him to suckle on
them. Without breaking eye contact, he asked "What if Deen is around?"
as he grabbed both boobs hastily, proceeding to squeeze them roughly.

As if an electric current ran through her, she gasped loudly in
arousal, loud enough for Deen to hear. Binu seemed not to notice, and
continue mauling her boobs. It was as if she had an epiphany,
everything became clear to Manya. She knew what she wanted, she saw
nothing wrong with it, and whatever the consequences, she would deal
with them as they happened. She was putty in the hands of anyone who
mauled her breasts, and she would teach her Binu to do so. If things
went out of hand from there, she reasoned, it was ok since she loved
Binu immensely. If that meant Binu would go farther and farther, she
would not stop him. After all, a mother has to make sure her sons'
growth is healthy.

"Deen is your brother Binu, he will understand", she gasped even
louder as Binu's fingers pinched her nipples.

"What if there are other people in the house, mom?", he asked as he
lowered his mouth on her right nipple, and started suckling. Manya
took that as the final question and answered "No Binu, not in front of
others", and put her fingers through his hair, grabbing some and
pulling him deeper into her boob.

"Don't stop with your hands Binu", she said as Binu wrapped his hands
around her waist, trying to find her ass. He took his right hand, and
brought it back on her left boob.

"Pinch the nipple, Binu", she said softly as she felt his left hand on
her ass, gently kneading it. This was heaven as she saw it, her body
was on fire and she was being loved and abused at the same time. The
only way it could be better was if Deen was somehow involved too, but
she couldn't worry about that now. As Binu pinched her nipple, she
raised her hips, as if by reflex. Binu's left hand saw that as a way
to pull her saree away from her waist, giving him unrestricted access
to her generous rump. Manya was surprised at this bold move by Binu,
but did not see any need to stop him. He need more encouragement to
feel more confident, she felt.

"Harder Binu. Mommy loves it when you treat these roughly. As roughly
as you can Binu." As she said this, she knew she had given away all
control of her body to Binu now. The harder he'd treat her boobs, more
she'd be unable to resist him. As if in response, he mashed her left
boob as he bit down roughly on her nipple, pulling it with his teeth,
and kneading her butt at the same time. His left hand was now inching
closer to a yet unknown region of Manya's body, one that no one had
ventured into and one that would end up defining Binu's relationship
with his mom.