Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Manya noticed two pairs of eyes on her and felt a charge go through
her body instantly. Both boys' pants developed a noticeable and
sizeable tent, and she could feel the front of her own blouse develop
a similar tent. She saw Prem eyeing her in a hungry wolf-like manner,
so openly in front of Deen that she almost came right there in front
of the two boys. She steadied herself a little at the doorway before
regaining her composure.

The boys let her walk away and followed her into the house. They each
took their time eyeing that luscious ass swaying hypnotically like a
pendulum.

"Binu has gone to his friend's house mom, he won't be back till
later", said Deen as he closed the door behind him. "I'll go take a
quick shower, Prem can you wait for a bit?" asked Deen innocently.
With that, Deen went to the bathroom and started the water, but came
out immediately to watch what happened next.

Suddenly feeling very courageous, Prem decided to push Manya more than
he had ever thought possible. He approached her, watching her tremble
before him, in anticipation of what was about to come. He was now
disrobing her with his eyes shamelessly, making it very clear what he
wanted to do. Reaching for her blouse, he yanked it with all his force
and ripped it from Manya's body. She looked at him in alarm, feeling a
thrill go up her body.

"He wants to play a game, he wants to force himself upon me", she
thought to herself.

"Prem, what are you doing? Deen is in the next room, you shouldn't do
this", she said in mock anger, attempting in vain to cover herself,
backing away from him.

"Shut up!" growled Prem as he approached her slowly. "Wearing clothes
like that, half naked, you're nothing but a whore, a bitch. A bitch
that needs to be put in her place, to be used whenever, wherever by
whoever. And I'm going to show you your place now." With that, he
reached over and pinched her nipples as hard as he could. Without a
word but with a loud moan, Manya dropped to her knees instantly. She
was putty in the hands of a man who was rough with her boobs, and she
couldn't help but comply. Without a moment's delay, her hands found
his zip and she fished out his cock, mouth opened wide to take it in.
But she was disappointed when he stopped her.

"I'm not ready for that yet, bitch!" said Prem. Taking his cock in his
hand, he proceeded to slap Manya on the face repeatedly, getting it
harder and harder in process. The adulterous mom was getting hotter
with each slap, and the feeling of Prem's vice like grip on her nipple
didn't help either and with a loud moan, she came right there,
slumping to the ground. It was as if a hundred electric shocks had
gone through her body at once, and each of them went through her
nipples to her pussy. Her nipples felt as if ready to burst, they were
hurting so much. But the pain was exquisite, and immensely pleasurable
and the orgasm went a long way to relieve that pain. Once it subsided,
she opened her eyes to see a smiling Prem standing with a fully hard
cock in his hand. Bending slightly, he caught hold of her saree and
pulled it off her, leaving her naked as the day she was born.

Her expansive waist, her deep navel, her wonderful thighs were all
showing signs of a painful need between her legs, a need to be taken
hard, a need to be taken often. A need to be taken as often as
possible. Deen watched from behind the curtain, his cock wrapped in
his mom's saree as he continued to stroke it frantically. Prem was
doing exactly as he expected, even better perhaps. He knew his mother
loved every bit of it, and could not help but wonder how far she could
be pushed and what direction was she heading towards.

Later that night...

A very exhausted and a very satisfied Manya lay in bed as her son went
to sleep with his head on her boobs and one finger in her ass. The
experience with Prem was more than satisfying, and she was certain
Deen was watching the entire scene. Her saree was wet when she wore it
and she couldn't help but suck his sperm out of it. It tasted
wonderful, sweet even. She couldn't wait to read what he would write
in his diary tonight. The events of the day bothered her less and
less, and that it did not bother her at all did not bother her further
still. She was coming to accept this transformation in herself really
well.

Even though Prem had taken her roughly and called her names, she knew
it was all an act and as he left he kissed her passionately and told
her that in so many words. Before he left with Deen, he whispered in
her ears "And maybe, you will let me fuck you too, mommy" imitating
Deen. That was just too much for the horny mother, who clutched the
door hard, and fell to her knees, shaking in a strong orgasm caused by
words alone. To her, that was an indication of how much her body
needed the sexual attention it was now getting, and how much she had
come to depend on it.

It was with these thoughts that she was drifting off to sleep when the
phone rang. Cursing herself, wondering who it could be at that time of
the night, she picked up the phone and answered in an irritated tone
"Hello? Who is it?"

"Manya Darling, it's me", came a very drunk reply.

"Desh, do you have any idea what time it is?", asked Manya.

"Yes Darling, I know it is late, but I have excellent news", he answered.

"Can't it wait till morning, Desh?" asked Manya. She was really
getting annoyed, as Binu was starting to wake up from this talk, he
had just fallen asleep. So that he did not wake up, she gently got off
the bed and walked out to the living room, taking her saree along with
her.

"No Manya, it cannot wait!" said an excited Desh. "I have been
promoted, and have to oversee the company's business in Kuwait!"
Obviously it meant a great deal to Desh, but Manya could only see
problems with this news.

"What? Do you expect me to move to Kuwait, Desh? All of a sudden?"
asked an alarmed Manya. The kids were now in a stage where their
education was important, it was the middle of a college year and they
could not move right away.

"Not right away, but come next weekend Manya", said a very drunk Desh.
Manya could hear something in the background, but could not make out
what it was.

"Over my dead body! I am not moving from here Desh. You know we have
talked about this before. I do not want to move, not now, not in a
week. Not ever. Do you hear me?" half-shouted Manya, now on the verge
of tears. She had given up everything for Desh, she gave up her job at
the college to take care of the kids, she had married Desh and in
return ended up alienating all of her family and now he wanted her to
break the only thread she had left.

She had formed many relationships in the community over the years, and
she had come to think of the neighborhood as a second home. She could
not see herself moving from the area, and if need be she would fight
tooth and nail with Desh over this.

The two went back and forth for almost an hour, with Desh standing his
ground and Manya not giving an inch. Deen was listening from his room,
quietly while his mother fought with his father. He was with his
mother on this, he did not want to move either but he knew that his
opinion in the matter did not count for anything. He also knew that
Binu would go wherever his mother went and could only hope they got to
stay where they were.

Finally at midnight, the two stopped talking. Desh had confirmed
Manya's suspicions and was at the airport waiting to board his flight
to Kuwait. The two came to an understanding: To Desh, his job was
important and he was willing to live away from his family. To Manya,
the neighborhood was important and she was willing to live away from
Desh. Desh had to be in Kuwait for atleast 3 years and he was taking
the flight, no matter what happened. So as a result, the children
would stay behind with Manya while Desh would live in Kuwait. He would
continue to send money home, but would not visit them for the next
three years.