Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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With Abdul gone, and both kids in college, she decided to take a break
and went to kids room to check her email.

She sat down on the computer after taking a long bath. Washing away
all evidence of last night and the morning's activities she felt a
little lighter, but missed the smell of a freshly fucked woman that
she was. Drying herself slowly, she chose to wear a simple white
sleeveless blouse and a light blue saree. Tying the knot six inches
below her navel, she sat down in front of the computer.

After going through her mail, and finding there was more spam than
actual emails - there was no personal emails, she had not received one
in months - Manya was getting bored and ready to shut down the
computer. Taking a look at the spam folder, she decided to clear it
out before signing out, as she had never cleared out her spam. Just
taking a look at the spam folder made her gasp, and start getting wet
all over again. Looking at the subject of the spam emails, she saw
there was a gold mine out there, waiting to be discovered!! She was by
no means a novice when it came to computers and the internet, she knew
how to navigate her way around and clean up after herself, so she was
aware of the fact she would have to look for the diamonds amongst a
whole bunch of junk. But her path was clear, there was so much
material out there for her to keep herself updated, improve herself
that she almost kicked herself for not doing it earlier.

Looking at the clock, she saw she had about an hour before Deen and
Binu returned from college. Undoing her saree (which was all she was
wearing) she kept it below her and made herself comfortable. She had
to search through a lot of google hits before she hit on a couple of
good story sites. She quickly added them to her bookmarks for later
reading. Realizing that she would need an email account to go with
them, she created a fresh account on gmail. When deciding on the name,
she felt it better to go with a name befitting her personality and
went with manya.kutiya at 1 kutiya means bitch, in Hindi and
she felt that was the way she wanted to be seen and known on the
internet. Armed with that email address, she quickly created an
account on several story sites. By the time she was done, her hand was
messy, the saree on which she was sitting was sopping wet and she was
radiating an amazing glow.

Looking up at the clock again, she saw she had only a minute before
Deen got home, and about 15 minutes in which Binu would be home. She
logged out of her account, cleaning up behind herself and shut down
the computer. She had barely put on a blouse that she heard the
doorbell ring. Lazily she made her way to the door and asked who it was.

"It's me Mom" came Deen's reply, upon which she opened the door. She
wasn't however, prepared for who was standing beside him.

Deen had seeked out Prem at college and confronted him regarding his
activities with Manya.

"So you had fun with my mom?", asked Deen

"Listen Deen, it wasn't like that..." replied Prem but he was quickly
cut off by Deen.

"Relax man, it's cool. In fact, it is wonderful. I don't want you to
stop" said Deen.

"Are you out of your mind Deen? You want me to continue fucking your
mom?" asked an incredulous Prem.

"Why not? Are you saying you wouldn't want to do it again?" came back
Deen with his quick question.

That silenced Prem for the moment. He couldn't deny that Manya was the
hottest woman he had ever seen, and fucking her was the most amazing
experience of his young life. Add to the fact that she was his best
friend's mother made the whole thing even hotter.

"Alright, I admit. It was amazing. But how can you ask me to do it
again? Doesn't it gross you out?" asked Prem.

"Not at all" came Deen's reply. "I love watching her getting fucked.
It's the most amazing experience for me. I even know certain things
that you can do, that can make it more enjoyable for her, and make her
more eager to have you fuck her. You do those, and she'll do anything
for you. Interested to know?"

Eagerly, Prem nodded his head. Deen smiled, and together the two
walked home.

"First, she loves being fucked doggy style. She loves those no words
spoken, pushing her on the knees fucks. While you do that, pinch and
squeeze her ass, she loves that too. Keep in mind, she loved it when
you called her mom and fucked her pretending it was me." Deen
explained as they turned into the street leading to his home. "The
thing she loves more than anything else though, is if you pay
attention to her tits. Not in a loving manner, mind you. But roughly.
The rougher you treat them, the more submissive she will become" said
Deen.

Prem looked at Deen in an unbelieving manner, but Deen dismissed his
friend's concern right away. "Trust me Prem, I have seen her with so
many men, I know her better than she knows herself. Atleast when it
comes to this. I know exactly what triggers some of her most powerful
orgasms, and what will make her a complete and willing whore who would
do the most vulgar things for you. All I ask in return, is you let me
watch. That's it, nothing else."

The two stood outside Deen's house for a moment while Prem processed
this information. His mind was uncertain about some of the things, but
he was sure he wanted to continue fucking the cheating mother.

"Alright, that is a very small price to pay for a reward so great"
said Prem eagerly. "Are you sure you are ok with this Deen?" asked Prem.

Deen reassured Prem and the two walked up to the front door. Deen rang
the doorbell and waited for his mom's arrival, eager to see how she
would be dressed.