Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Her orgasms subsided, Manya opened her eyes to stare at a very
concerned Binu. She knew what his concern was, and she needed to make
sure he did not get scared away, not now, not ever.

"Oh baby!! That was soo wonderful!!" she said, taking his face in her
hands, planting kisses all over his face. "You really love mommy!! I
loved it, sweetheart, I loved it very very much."

This eliminated all doubts from Binu's mind, as he returned to his
cheerful and buoyant self, kissing his mother back, their tongues
intertwining. He continued to shower kisses on her face, neck and ears
which kept her inner fires simmering even after such powerful orgasms.
They both knew, that Binu's finger was still lodged inside her ass,
but neither said anything about it. Manya because she loved the
feeling, and she did not want Binu to feel uncomfortable, and Binu
because he wasn't sure how his mother would react if he removed his
finger. In this position, the two went to sleep that night, with a
very spent Deen discarding his mother's saree on the floor before
returning to his room.

Once there, he thought about what he saw, and how he could somehow
influence his mother into becoming even more of a whore than she
already was. He felt jealous, that Binu was helping her in his own
way, but he was unable to. After a few moments, the answer came to him
in a flash of inspiration. He took out his diary, and wrote the
following in it:

"God, what a slut!! I wish she'd leave the door open a lot more, so
that I could get a good view of their activities. I wonder what she'll
think if she knew I came all over her saree while she came tonight.
Why does she even bother with the pretense of wearing a bra anymore?
It does not look good on her, and she looks so much prettier without
one. That makes me think though, is it possible to have a blouse and
petticoat made from the same cloth that a saree is made out of? If so,
she'd look even sexier and more fuckable if she wore those. Who am I
kidding? She'd never go for that!! I just wish I could cum on her
clothes more often, and that she wore those clothes for the rest of
the day."

Writing that, he bookmarked that page, and kept the diary under his
bed, exposing part of it so that it would be plain to Manya that Deen
was attempting to hide it. Satisfied, and with visions of his sexy
mother cumming with her legs wrapped around Binu, he went to sleep
with his hands on his dick.

Manya woke up the next morning hornier than when she went to sleep.
She felt Binu's head on her breasts, his finger in her ass. She smiled
at both, realizing that the barrier they crossed last night did not
bother her. Moreover, she felt a sense of relief now that it had been
crossed, knowing it would make the two even closer now than before.
Smiling, she move his head off her, and rose from the bed. She
shuddered as she felt his finger slip out of her ass, feeling a bit of
emptiness now that it was gone. Reaching down, she picked up her
saree, and wrapped it lazily around herself, in a rather messy way.

"Plenty of time to fix it later", she said to herself. She went
outside and into Deen's room to check on him. What she saw, pleased
her a lot. He had gone to sleep with his cock in his hand, and even in
his sleep state, it was very hard and very big. She reached over, and
covered him with a blanket, her hands gently brushing against his
cock, which twitched slightly in return. As she ran her fingers over
his hair in a loving manner, she saw his diary sticking out from under
his mattress. Carefully, she removed the diary and decided to take a
quick peek at it. Walking quietly to the living room, she took a seat
on the sofa and started reading the page that was bookmarked.

Closing the page after a couple of minutes, she was shaking all over.
It was not in fear, or out of cold, but out of excitement. So many
thoughts were running through her mind. "He thought she was fuckable?
He thought she was a slut? He saw her with Binu, did he see her with
others?" were some of the chief thoughts in her mind. As she thought
more, the more she understood Deen's behaviour over the last few
weeks. He liked watching her, she decided. Watching her in acts of
sexual activity, the more depraved, perhaps the better. She reached
over and saw the encrusted remains of his sperm on her saree. The
thought thrilled her no end. Bringing that part to her mouth, she
sucked it, hoping to get something out, perhaps get a sense of how it
tasted. Just the act alone brought her to a mini orgasm.

"I'll have to leave my clothes out before I go for a shower, so he can
masturbate on them", she said to herself. "I must give him every
opportunity to express himself sexually. If that is through giving him
shows, then so be it." She then thought about what he wrote regarding
her blouse and petticoat, and wondered if that was possible. She would
have to talk to Abdul immediately, before he started making those new
clothes for her. Of course, this would be like crossing another
barrier, just like she crossed one last night with Binu. This would
mean that the entire neighborhood would be lusting after her, knowing
she's nothing but a cheap whore who cheats on her husband. But if that
is what it took to make her son happy, she had no choice but to do it.
With a firm resolve, she rose and put the diary on Deen's desk.