Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

[Givemeextra]

Manya woke up early the next morning to find herself alone on the
couch. The sun had not risen yet and it was foggy outside. She
realized she fell asleep last night on the couch and it must have been
Deen who put the blanket over her. He was such a lovely boy, so
thoughtful and so caring. She was not in the least worried about him
anymore as she had been the last few days. Once she read his diary,
all her doubts were cleared, and she knew their relationship would
only blossom from that point on. Wrapping the saree around herself,
she once again tied the knot six inches below her navel and merely
threw the "pallu" over her shoulders. Folding the blanket, she went
into Deen's room to put it away. There, on his desk was his diary once
again. Feeling naughty, she picked it up and went to the living room
to give it a read.

"Oh mom. You are such a sexy and slutty creature!! I have a feeling
you read my diary, but I know you would not have. God, you looked so
beautiful when Prem fucked you roughly yesterday. I've always thought
you are in need of so much fucking that even a gang **** would not
satisfy you. In fact, if I am right, it would make you even hornier. I
wish one day I get a chance to witness that too.

With dad gone, you have nothing to fear anymore. You can become who
you truly are. A sexy, wanton slutty whore who needs more than
anything else, to be fucked like a bitch on all fours. Doesn't matter
where, or who or when. I just want to be able to watch every moment of
it. In addition to being a sex addict, I will make you a cum addict
too. I will cum in your milk bottle, the one you use for pouring milk
into tea. Binu and I don't drink tea, only you do. So every day when
you drink tea, you will be drinking little bit of my cum. Sometimes, I
may get Prem to masturbate into it. I think you'll like that. Won't
you mom? I'm sure you would, you sexy whore! I love you mom."

With her head spinning, Manya did not know what to make of the diary
entry. Was she reading this correctly? Did Deen know that she was
reading the diary? It certainly seemed like it. But it was also clear
he was playing a game, and that she was reading the diary was
something that would not be discussed openly, if at all. That made the
whole "game" even more fun for her.

It was clear from the diary that he was offering to direct her life
from here on out. She had finally found someone who wanted her to
continue down the path she had already started, and she realized Deen
understood her more than anyone else ever did. She knew that if anyone
had a right to control her in that manner, it was Deen. She would do
as Deen outlined in the diary, she decided. If that meant drinking his
or anyone else's cum from the milk-bottle every morning with her tea,
then so be it.