Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

[Givemeextra]

Deen really wanted to rush over and ravage the sexy creature in front
of him. But he realized there was work to be done, and in any case he
got his best release and rush by watching his sexy mother in action
more than anything else. It was his wish and intention to make her the
sexiest woman possible, to make her sexier than before, hornier than
ever. He knew she had taken some steps towards that goal and he wanted
to address them now. He also had some other concerns that he wanted to
talk to her about. Somehow he felt a lot more comfortable,
self-assured than he did a few days ago. He knew what he wanted, and
he knew he could get it.

"Mom", he began slowly "you ordered a few things from the internet a
few weeks ago, if I remember correctly." She didn't stop playing with
her pussy, just looked up at him as she pinched her left nipple
harshly. It elicited a moan from her lips, her breathing becoming
heavier as a bead of perspiration started sliding down her face.

"Mm hmm" she moaned back.

"So I need you to show me and tell me what it was." He said. "Now" he
added for effect, to tell her he meant it.

Reluctantly she got up from the couch and walked to her room, but kept
one hand on her pussy the entire time. Deen watched as each step of
hers was mesmerizing. Each step caused her luscious ass to jiggle ever
so slightly as her hips swayed like a pendulum. He could see from
between her legs her fingers moving in and out of her ever wet pussy.
Her right hand did not stay idle for long and it soon resumed its
mauling of her boobs, causing her to stay heated constantly. He could
see sperm now crusted on her thighs, no doubt a result of her morning
bout with Binu, and some sperm was yet making its way out of her pussy
as it dripped to her thighs. It wasn't going to waste though as Manya
routinely kept swiping it and licking it with her fingers.

"A shame she can't go naked outdoors. She'd get all the cock she
wants, and then some" he thought to himself as he followed her inside.
She went to her cupboard and got down on her hands and knees,
presenting her delicious ass to Dinu, as if inviting him to fuck her.
As much as he wanted to, he restrained himself. He constantly reminded
himself that his role in her life was to lead her down the path to
depravity, to watch as she became even more of a whore. He could see
but one obstacle in the way of that and as much as he wanted to avoid
it, he could not see another way around the problem. He would have to
address it and take it head on sooner rather than later.

A different idea that had been at the back of his mind for a while now
seemed to be a very good outlet for the horny woman in front of him.
He kept it in the back of his mind to ask his mother for the 3,000
rupees he would need in order to put his plan into motion. He watched
with interest as Manya searched for something in the cupboard for a
few more minutes, doing delicious things to her ass. Finally she got
up and with a sheepish grin pulled out a moderate sized box sitting
right in front of her all the time. Taking the box, she placed it on
the bed and took a seat next to it, instantly moving her hand back to
her pussy.

Opening the box Deen carefully took out the only item in the box and
placed it on the bed. Throwing the box aside, he looked at Manya and
asked her to explain it.

"This is a herb from the deepest mountains of the Himalayas" Manya
began. "The origin of this root was apparently lost for centuries. The
seller claims these herbs have a magical ability so I bought.." she
could not finish the rest of the sentence before Deen interrupted.

"You believe in that nonsense? You know how there is so much junk on
the internet. You can't be serious that this is what you ordered, and
paid so much money for" said an incredulous Deen.

Manya smiled in response and continued "anyways, so I bought these
seeds. The seeds bear fruit in 2 weeks, and there is enough herb for
three women for two weeks. I did my research Deen, the legend of these
herbs is true, all the way back to the Kamasutra. Drinking tea made
with the herb brings out the true woman in a woman. Apparently it
makes men more virile, but women become more feminine. They become
what they want to become. The longer they take the herbs, the more
hardwired they become. Apparently this is what is given to the whores
of Benaras" she concluded with a moan as she pinched her nipple rather
harshly.

Deen was still skeptical as he heard Manya talk but continued to look
at her quite freely now. He stared at her breasts as she pinched her
nipples, wondering how much bigger they would get when filled with
milk, how they would look when pierced. He wondered to what depths of
depravity she would yet sink, how much sexier she could yet become.
Seeing as he could not see a negative side to her trying this herb, he
decided let her go along with the experiment.

"Fine. Try it, there's nothing to lose. But" he said. "Tanya and Sana
must also take the herbs. Not just you." He said, his voice barely a
whisper as he fought to keep his resolve as Manya continued to finger
fuck herself.

Manya did not respond to Deen's request but she did flash him a bright
smile not unlike one of a child happy their parent approved of them.
She thought the discussion was over when she heard Deen speak again.

"You know Mom, I have been thinking about something for quite some
time now" he began. Remembering a quote from an old movie, he said "My
mom can be a whore, but a whore cannot be my mother. Do you understand
what I am saying?" he asked her.

She shook her head, slightly confused. Enough for her to stop playing
with her pussy for the first time in a long time. "What do you mean,
Deen? Do you want me to stop fucking other men?" she asked him.