Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Hanging up the phone, Manya broke down crying. She wept for a good
half an hour unsure of the future. Desh was an absentee husband yes,
but this was different. Tonight's development meant he was no longer
part of their lives for the next three years. She was truly on her own
now, and to a certain extent that scared her. She jumped with a start
when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

Deen approached his mother cautiously, choosing his actions and words
very carefully. He knew what his mother had decided, and he needed to
be the strong one now. She needed him to be the man of the house, and
he had to be equal to the task.

"It's ok mom, we will manage" is all he said and she broke down in
tears. She cried for almost an hour while he spoke words of comfort
and encouragement to her. Neither of them seemed to notice that she
was start naked lying in a fetal position with her head in her son's
lap. Finally at two in the morning, she started to calm down and by
then her tears had soaked his pyjamas completely. This meant there was
a very thin layer between her cheek and his cock which was stiffening
rapidly under the influence of his sexy mother's hot breath. She was
aware of the effect on cock as well, and made sure not to move in any way.

The thoughts of her husband were running away from her mind as she
started getting wet all over again in a hurry. How much she longed to
be able to lick his cock, taste his pre-cum. To put his cock head in
her mouth and feel it harden quickly, feeling its heat. To love it, to
lick it, to feel it shoot all inside her mouth. She would do anything
to feel that right now, she could feel her body aching with that need
but she knew she could not force it. Deen would have to make the first
move. Lost in these thoughts, the events of the day finally overtook
her and she fell asleep.

Deen left her on the couch to sleep, and covered her as best he could
with a blanket and her saree. Satisfied that she was comfortable, he
went back to his room to think. His father would be a non-factor in
their lives for the next few years and if nothing was done about it,
someone could easily come and start controlling his mother's life.
Several such people came to mind, including his uncle Dan, his
father's boss Ram and Salman's father. He did not want any of those
men to control what he believed to be the ultimate sexual creation -
his mom. He definitely wanted her to continue being the whore she was,
in fact he wanted her to become even more so, a whore. But it was he
who would control the direction in which she went. He would not allow
any other man to control her life, never again. He was young, but he
was smart and he was strong.

He saw his diary as his outlet. He knew his mother would definitely
read it, and undoubtedly follow what was written in the diary. If he
could only come up with a way to communicate to his mother that he was
taking charge of their relationship, and yet let it remain a bit of an
unknown, he could make her the happiest woman in the world. With those
thoughts, he sat down at his desk and made the night's diary entry.