Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Once inside the house, she went to the bedroom to remove her saree.
She did not know if Deen had the opportunity to masturbate into the
milk bottle for her tea but she wanted to make sure he did now. So she
spent a good 10 minutes in there before coming back out again. Dressed
now only in her blouse and petticoat, she might as well have been
naked. Both were see through, they hid nothing at all. She had even
cut a slit on each side of the petticoat to allow easy access for Binu
to play with her ass. She was well aware of the fact that it was
merely a question of when and not if Binu decided to fuck her, and by
now she had come to accept that eventuality with a sense of purpose.
She wanted to ensure her children's sexual growth was healthy, and she
wanted to be at the center of it all.

Setting a cup of water to boil, she sat down at the kitchen table for
a bit of a breather. After her cup of tea, she would wake up Binu and
Deen (even though she knew he was awake) and this was her alone time
to plan out the events of the day. Casually, she moved aside the thin
clothing and dipped her hand in her pussy, slowly taking a bit of cum
deposited in it and licking it off her fingers. If her son wanted her
to become a cum addict then she needed to get a headstart on it and
make a habit of eating it.

Once Deen and Binu were off to college, she would let the grocer fuck
her once, maybe twice. After that, she needed to take a shower and go
on the internet. There was a wealth of information out there for her,
waiting to be discovered. Then there was the one innocent statement
that Binu had made regarding her boobs. He had wondered if there was a
way they would produce milk again. Short of getting pregnant, she did
not know of any other way of producing milk. Was there something on
the internet that could help her with this aspect? Also, was it
possible to get addicted to sex? She knew she craved it more and more
now than ever before, but was there a way she could get herself
addicted to it? As in going stir crazy if she didn't get fucked every
so often? The bigger question was, was that something she wanted for
herself? Could she still maintain that aura in the neighborhood if she
became a sex-craving nymphomaniac?

These thoughts were front and center as she prepared her tea. When the
time came to pour the milk, a shiver ran up and down her spine as she
was about to begin a new habit, a habit of drinking cum with every cup
of tea. Considering how much tea she drank in a day - 5 cups - it
meant she would be drinking atleast 5 teaspoons of cum every day.
Feeling naughtier than usual, she went ahead and poured twice the
usual amount of "milk" she usually would into the tea, giving an
indication to Deen that she was not only up to it, but would do
anything she could to make herself addicted to drinking cum.

The color of the tea was the first thing that was different, since the
cum did not change the tea color. Second was the taste. It was
something she would definitely have to get used to, drinking tea
without milk. But no one said change was going to be easy. Seeing that
just tea was not going to be enough, she came upon a plan to challenge
Deen and decided breakfast was the time when she would put it into
motion. All this time, she continued to play with her pussy,
continuing to make it wetter and nastier and sloppier.

With great reluctance she rose from the kitchen table, and rinsed her
cup. Walking lazily she went to Deen's room first to wake him up.
Deciding to tease him, she made sure she bent far enough that his face
was between her tits, she gently shook him awake. He "woke up" to the
most magnificient sight of two huge boobs in his face.

"Mmm good morning mom" he said sleepily.

"Good morning sweetheart. Time to wake up", she replied smilingly. He
was still not going to take the initiative. That was fine with her,
she knew what made him tick now.

She turned around and walked to her own room, which is when Deen
realized she was fingering her pussy the entire time. He smiled,
knowing his mother was getting more and more comfortable in performing
sexual acts for him in front of him. He quietly followed his mother to
her room where Binu was undoubtedly about to molest her to his heart's
content.

Armed with the knowledge that Deen was watching, and that Desh was now
just an afterthought in their lives, Manya decided to push things
along a little further with Binu. She carefully removed the blanket
from over him, and very gently undid his pyjamas. Then ever so slowly,
she slid them off him, leaving him completely naked with a huge hard
on. Then covering him back up, she brought her tits near his face and
lovingly shook him awake.

Binu woke up to the most heavenly sight in the world; his mother's
tits a hair's breadth away from his lips. It took him not even a
second to swing into action and he pulled his mother on the bed,
rolling over on top of her. His hot and hard cock came into contact
with her belly and the contact was electric, sending sensations she
had been craving for days. The contact of her son's cock with her body
was more electrifying than all the fuckings she had received. That did
not mean that she would stop fucking others in order to be fucked by
her sons, but she preferred them over all others. Binu for his part
was confused and shocked to feel his mother's belly on his cock. He
pulled away from her wondering what happened.

"Mom, what happened? Where are my pyjamas?" he asked.

"Baby, it is only fair, you removed mommy's clothes at night while
sleeping, so mommy thought from now on you are not allowed to wear
your pyjamas in bed" replied the very horny mother.