Chapter I

The shrill morning alarm sent unruly bolts and waves
into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her deep eyes
and cast a sleepy glance towards the place next to
her. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring sight of
her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an
insecure child, his breath carrying the odour of
liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity.
The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full
frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad
in a thin white blouse without a bra and a loosely
tied petticoat which settled about six inches below
her deep navel, she dragged her voluptuous body out of
bed towards the bathroom, pausing for a moment to look
at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked
dishevelled and two buttons of her blouse were
unbuttoned as usual. Her brownish black aureolae
stared right out of her thin blouse and this morning
the ends were sharp and pointed, indicative of her
bodily need for a full blooded fuck.Almost
involuntarily her hands went to the fleshy region
between her thighs and almost expectedly she
encountered wetness which began to gain in heat, the
moment her fingers sought the warm folds.With an
inaudible moan, she gave one loving squeeze between
her inner thighs and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a shudder of relief as some
of the accumulated horniness found alternate release.
But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same
scant attire she moved to the main door to collect the
morning milk. Opening the door, she bent to pick up
the milk and in the process her full breasts spilled
out to form a delectable cleavage.From the corner of
her eye she saw the milkman's bicycle parked in the
compound and realised that he was still around and was
perhaps waiting for her daily appearance. A full
minute was spent in gathering the milk during which
her creamy breasts spilled nearly 80 percent out of
her thin, lowcut blouse. Giving this morning show was
now a habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping
25 year old guy. She got her daily starting charge
from this flash and even when someone other than the
usual milkman delivered the milk, they learnt to stay
until Manya gathered her milk.

Turning her back to the milkman, she started closing
the door, giving him a lingering view of her ample,
meaty ass and a rousing rear view of her trunk,
especially since the petticoat came down to well below
her hips and settled almost at the beginning of her
ass crack. Just before finally losing the door, she
turned again towards the outside and offered another
flash of her huge midriff, with its flaring curvature
at the waist and the juicy, deep, inviting navel. This
exercise was her morning tonic and a day was insipid
without it.

The entire five feet seven inches of her full bodied,
well stacked, lush form swayed with a heady grace as
she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a
moment to peep into the room of her two sons, Deen
aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and
content, hands between his thighs and lost in a dreamy
world, while Binu was sleeping on his back, his right
hand placed idly around his crotch. What caught her
eye was, however the tenting in his shorts, sticking
imposingly out at the ceiling. She smiled indulgently
like a mother would, but a deep moistening crept up
her pussy, which was already aroused by the morning
show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the
kitchen to prepare the morning coffee and breakfast.
Within an hour all hell would break loose as three
males would rush through their morning routine, gulp
their food and flee the house, leaving her all alone.
The thought made her feel a bit empty but also filled
her with an enterprise and abandonment that came from
the knowledge that she would be all by herself with
her voluptuous, sensuous body.

Deen was always the first one to wake up. Nearly six
feet tall, he was a gentle giant, loose limbed and
with the body language of a good and lovable kid.
Manya continued to remain in her attire even before
her kids and it had become normal for them to watch
their skimpily clad Mom go about her chores every
morning in that state of undress.She had been doing it
now for the past 4 years out of sheer convenience and
it never struck her that their bursting hormones would
one day take cognisance of her ample charms,
especially her well rounded buttocks, her fully
exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

"Good morning Mom", called out Deen, as he entered the
kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his greeting,
smiling into his soulful, loving and almost puppy like
eyes. Deen could see right down her partly unbuttoned
blouse and trace the full curves of both her melon
like breasts with the entire glory of their semi
pointed nipples.

His dick jerked to attention.

"Get ready dear. Today's your special breakfast item.
Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her full
hips against his. Deen could feel the heat, softness
and meat of his Mom's hips as she went past him. He
stifled a gasp as her dainty fingers inadvertently
grazed his crotch. He wore no underwear beneath his
shorts and he was startled by the near grasp of his
throbbing young manhood by his very own biological
mother. It stunned him and also confused him, like it
did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally,
adding to his dilemma. His first stirrings of manhood
had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His first dick
caressing had taken place while he had seen her
changing. His first major jerk off had been over her
photograph of her carrying him as a three year old. He
loved concentrating on his three year old hand
clutching at Manya's bosom in the picture. And when he
came, he made sure that some drops always landed on
the picture, if possible on Manya's beautiful face.

But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his arousal
obvious and strove to camouflage it. Manya, on her
part, noticed her elder son's disturbance but did
nothing in terms of either her dressing or body
language to divert him. If she was built sexy and left
with an eternally horny body due to her husband's
slackness in bed, then she couldn't help it. No force
on earth can hide a woman in heat, especially a woman
blessed with the rich contours and fleshy warmth of
Manya. She had a body that craved loving. She had
luscious breasts that ached to be caressed and
fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's
warm touch. She had a massive, protruding, more than
proportionate ass that could well be her best asset.
It was high, firm, wide and with a curvature that sent
viewers' passions soaring. There was not one of her
husband's friends that didn't want to spank her
voluptuous ass or plunge into her juicy pussy. She
didn't care about their advances and over time she
learnt to live with them. Even those long alcoholic
parties where men would indulge in subtle gropes and
almost leering comments while her husband would be
sozzled left her quite in control. Infact she was
secretly thrilled that such a wide variety of men of
all age groups lusted after her juicy body.

The moment Deen left for the bathroom, her younger son
Binu bounded into the kitchen, cheery and bright.

"Hi Mom", he greeted her with a big hug and kiss on
the cheek. Binu was always the more demonstrative and
physical of the two kids. His hug lingered a little
longer than necessary but Manya made no move to free
herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his
mother's cheek, this time rather close to the corner
of her mouth. Manya felt his young, 12 year old
erection thrusting gainst her asscheeks. She shivered
inwardly and felt her pussy moisten again. Binu's acts
awakened her dormant lust. Though twelve years old,
his actions were obviously sex driven. He used every
opportunity to grab her, rub his dick against her huge
rump and let his hands roam all over his juicy
mother's expansive waist.His hands groped the bottom
of her braless blouse and made enough contact with her
mounds to make her squeal. It was easy for Manya to
dismiss her little son's acts as childlike. Only a
part of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling
to remain so that she was spared of any dialogue with
her conscience. Unlike his elder brother, Binu knew
his needs and made his moves very obvious, with no
scope for any communication gap. Manya loved it. It
made her feel very wanted and desirable. Binu on the
other hand was sure that he was only expressing his
extreme love for his mother.

After packing Binu into the bath, Manya decided to
wake up her husband. For a daily inexplicable reason,
she draped a saree over her scantily covered body and
went into the bedroom. She liked to be close to fully
dressed whenever her husband was around.

 

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Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her sleeping hubby and studied
his form as she neared him.He was an inch shorter than
her five feet seven inches, slender in arm and chest
but with a pot belly that grew out of endless hours of
drinking, both at home and outside.He snored the
moment his head hit the pillow everday and kept
snoring right until he was woken up.Manya remembered
their early days of marriage when she used to wake him
up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his ears
lightly while her fingers danced around his flacid
manhood. He would stir in those days and wait until
she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly,
without warning he would grab her by the waist and
turn her around to make her lie belly up on the
bed.Using his left hand to drag her saree above her
smooth, hot thighs, he would guide his half ready dick
into her already steaming pussy. A few gallant strokes
would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead
his tool into her eager love nest whenever it slipped
out. About 60 seconds of valiant lovemaking would
ensue after which he would leak out a measly amount of
sperm into her womb, which would just about suffice to
moisten her just wettening twat. With an irritated
grunt he would simply roll off her and rush into the
bathroom without even looking back. if he did, then he
would have seen the writhing, frustrated body of his
lovely wife, legs spread, breathing heavily and thighs
twitching in rising intensity.

The sight of a writhing semi nude Manya, spread out
lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm
would have been the ultimate erotic sight for any
peeping tom but for the sexy wife herself it was a
daily torture. And she was forced to go through this
torture on a daily basis, at times with frenzied
regularity and with the greatest ever regularity in
the last few months.

In the last few years here had been hardly any
inspired bouts of love making, which for her lusty
body was a deprivation surpassing all else.If Manya
had to ever choose between her daily bread and a daily
fuck, she would go straight for the latter.Today,
grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh
alive. With the usual morning grunt and without the
slighttest hint of a promising early erection, he
hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not
bothering to even wish his beautiful wife.

The moment her hubby closed the bathroom door, she
heard Deen call out, "Mom, I need help to wash my
hair". Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's
bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her saree,
dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bath.She
didn't want to wet the saree in the course of Deen's
bath. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a stool
when Manya moved across to him, her braless breasts
swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each
step. Deen's eye got rivetted onto his mother's deep
and big navel.As Manya bent and washed his hair with
shampoo her navel and lower abdomen stared right into
his face.It was a double feast for the budding youth
as his eyes absorbed he juicy depth of her belly
button and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her
bush, which permeated through the petticoat.In less
than three seconds his dick shot up in his undies, a
sight which was not lost on Manya. "Wow", she thought
to herself, marvelling at the contrasting reactions of
her husband and son to the very same body. But being
the mother, she pretended normalcy and coninued to rub
shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her
strokes. The rich lather forced Deen to close his
eyes. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around
him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into
greater arousal. Her big boobs would dip every now and
then to press into his head warmly while her crotch
would reach tantalisingly close to his face, with the
aroma almost sending him into a lusty stupor.The he
felt the water raining down from the shower onto his
face and head. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He
was not the only one wet. His mother's sexy body was
drenched all over the top half, her nipples poking
right out of her wet blouse. The sight was
astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jigling
right in front of his face. Deen thought he would
shoot out his spunk without even a touch. At the same
time he was transfixed and puzzled by the total
nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash and
towel off her son's aroused body. She seemed to be
completely casual in her near total exposure to Deen,
her very own son.With her full hips barely a few
inches from his head, she turned around to turn off
the shower, in the process presenting him with a mind
boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet
petticoat.The garment made a huge inroad into her butt
crevice and the whole show was straight out of one of
those soft porn flicks which he enjoyed now and then
with his pals.But he was better blesed than his
friends because he had daily real life soft porn
scenes to live out in his own house and with his very
own loving mother.A wild thought germinated in his
head which seemed to come from out of nowhere - "What
if any of his friends were to see his Mom strutting
around scantily"? The thought left him as soon as it
came but the seeds were sown.Manya left the bathroom
to check on her younger son Binu and Deen started to
stroke his dick the moment his mother's bodacious ass
swayed out of sight. He needed the release.

Manya needed release too but all she got was more
arousal in Binu's room. Her younger son had just
finished his bath and was about to start dressing when
his half wet, barely dressed Mom walked in to enquire
about him.

"It's getting time for breakfast Binu", she announced
as she entered, but her statement broke into a squeal
as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not
unusual manner his hands completely encircled her full
waist and caressed the folds at the sides with the
index finger of his right hand straying into her navel
to finger it in a rotating motion.The posture lasted
one minute of squealing and 60 seconds of slow and
steady pawing.Both Mom and son had got quite
accustomed to this display of affection from Binu and
only Manya suspected that the feeling was quite sexual
even from her son's side.But as always, he would stop
just when her body began to betray her emotions. He
would cease to caress her just when she wouldn't want
him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that
Binu acquired his genes and libido from her side of
the family. But it was still too early to say, as she
thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that someone found
her desirable and someone wanted to feel her up the
way she liked to. But her craving was not just for
feeling. It was for fucking. Deep, hard and
repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if
possible right out of her brains.

Feeling fully aroused from all the amorous attention
she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree
around her wet underclothes and went to spread the
breakfast on the table. The dress felt burdensome and
she found herself being slowed down by a silent
droning between her thighs. Involuntarily again, her
left hand reached for her crotch. Absent mindedly she
continued playing with herself over the dress for
atleast 5 minutes before the sound of her men arriving
for breakfast brought her to senses.

"You'll catch a cold Mom in those wet clothes. Go
change," suggested Deen, concerned as ever.

"Yes I will, after you all leave", sighed Manya as she
served breakfast. She could feel Binu's eyes
repeatedly seeking her juicy navel and Deen's eyes
probing behind the wet blouse for the nipples that had
teased him during bath. Again a shiver ran through her
and she felt both delight and sorrow. Delight that her
womanhood was getting its due appreciation and sorrow
that her hubby was merely gulping his food down in
total neglect.

Minutes after they all left, Manya rushed into the
bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her
clothes off her heated body on the way. She unstrung
her petticoat and tore the blouse off her bursting
breasts as her lust aroused body flopped onto the soft
bed. Both hands covered her full breasts, the palms
kneading roughly and the fingers pulling at the now
sharp tips. Her legs thrashed about as she literally
crushed her full boobs like a demoness in heat. Her
entire body felt like it was on fire and she thought
she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her
hands dropped quickly to her pussy mound and she
worked her fingers in and out of that rich and fleshy
zone, causing her thighs to spread, close and spread
in a mind boggling sequence of abandonment. She gave
herself in totally to the demands of her lush,
neglected body. Her wasted voluptuousness surged with
renewed hope evrytime she subjected herself to this
burst of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as
her fingers delved and probed into her soaked pussy,
striking a frenzied rhythm in tune with her wildly
aroused brain. The pasionate start rose to a crescendo
where she heaved and thrust her full hips up and down
on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny body to a
new height of ecstasy. She felt the tide rise deep
within her loins and it only drove her fingers deeper
and harder into that steaming twat working on it like
there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its peak and
let loose a bursting flood, washing her loins all
over, making her fingers reach furious speeds until
the collapse began, first in her loins, then in her
fingers and finally in her golden, fleshy inner
thighs.With receding passion, she slowly regained
normal breathing, but continued to lie naked on the
bed, hands on the lower abdomen, feet still apart in a
lewd reminder of her just concluded dynamite act.She
was wet with sweat and wet with her juices. The whole
bedsheet was drenched and she silently decided that
she would change it later in the day before Deen and
Binu arrived from school

 

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Nearly half an hour after her marathon session she
rose for a bath. The cool water felt comforting on her
still hot body. She soaped herself generously,
lingering long around her bush and pussy. She stroked,
caressed and patted her mound indulgently until a
flicker of arousal crept up her spine all over again.
Sighing, she stepped out stark naked into her bedroom.
She used a thin white towel to dry herself and it was
almost as if she were caressing herself with her own
hands.She dabbed the light towel all over her gorgeous
body until it was wet. Then she took another towel to
dry her long hair. She wrapped the towel around her
hair after ten minutes of drying. Opening her
wardrobe, she tried to decide on what to wear when her
eyes fell on a light blue transparent saree and a
sheer white blouse. She took both of them into her
hands, without as much as a thought for a bra and
petticoat.She hated the weight and pressure of
undergarments. Whenever possible she simply discarded
them. Manya loved to feel the fabric rub against her
supple and sexy flesh, especially around her glorious
hips and asscheeks.Not wearing a petticoat beneath a
semi transparent saree gave a complete exposure of her
lower treasures and fleshy thighs.But she didn't care.
She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without
underclothes and she had the whole day right upto her
husband's arrival to slip back into them anyway.

However it did not apply to her two sons. She was
comfortable without undergarments in their presence
and she guessed they were comfortable too. In any case
there were no obvious signs of embarasment on their
faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in
see through sarees without a hint of underclothes.
Right through they were quite accustomed to seeing her
with just one single garment on her lush body, be it a
petticoat and blouse or saree without petticoat. The
full attire was for their father, a fact which they
came to realise rather early. The idea made them feel
good and cosy about their sexy mother. They loved her
a lot more for the extra comfort level she seemed to
share with them. It made them feel special - and horny
too. And they kept their feelings to themselves - as
yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer saree and
blouse. It technically covered her whole body but
revealed its fleshy, creamy glory to awesome effect.
Tied well below her deep and exotic navel, the sheer
garment simply clung to Manya's ample hips and
threatened to fall right off her juicy body if she
even bent forward a little more than needed.The
blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was
so tight and low cut that half her cleavage was on
show right through the flimsy saree. The bottom of the
blouse was almost tucked into the base of her full
boobs, giving them life and bounce as she walked.From
the base of her breasts to maybe an inch above her
bush was a completely revealed territory of
supercharged flesh. Manya's window of seduction was
her fleshy yet sexy midriff and the horny housewife
was fully aware of it. It was huge, wide and bedecked
with possibly the deepest and juiciest navel on earth.
When she walked in this attire, her thighs and trimmed
bush offerred themselves to view in tantalising peeks.
Taking the rear view, the saree dipped right down to
the tips of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily
drape itself around Manya's meaty buttocks. The ass,
asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front
of any viewer who happened to run into this horny wife
and mother of two. Putting it plainly, her whole body
screamed for a fucking.
The beginnings of restlessness crept into her lush
body and Manya launched into her customary mound
caress.She would finger herself after bath for about a
few minutes everyday before preparing lunch. Now,
while she was in that dreamy spell, she heard the
doorbell ring. She first looked out of the window and
saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three
days to deliver vegetables and fruits. Manya rose from
the couch, hand still on her crotch and moved to open
the door.She kept her hand on her mound in a partial
caress and retained it all the way upto the door,
reluctant to give up the warm moistness which had
begun to engulf her loins and also form a small wet
patch on her sheer saree

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Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Left to herself, Manya would have preferred to indulge
in prolonged self ravishment in her present mood.Her
mind quickly accepted the intrusion but the signals to
her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a certain
inner discordance, especially between her thighs,
where a tiny ooze had just about begun.Caressing
herself, she half opened the door and peered out to
ask if there was any fresh stuff. She kept just her
head out of the door, her hand still playing with her
pussy through the sheer folds of her saree. The grocer
announced that many of her usual choice of vegetables
were fresh and she may like to take a look and decide.
Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at
the grocer thoughtfully, fingers still playing with
her pussy behind the door. With one final thrust, she
withdrew her hand from where she loved to keep it the
most and threw the door wide open.The grocer, a stocky
man in his late thirties gaped in astonishment at her
dress, or the lack of it and kept gaping until Manya
coughed to draw his attention. The grocer's mind
worked at the speed of light, unable to fathom the
delicious sight in front of him. He knew from his
frequent visits that Manya was hot and horny.He had
encountered many a horny housewife in all his house
sales over the years. He could spot a hungry pussy
when he saw one.Over the last one year he had seen
Manya in various careless states of dressing but
somehow she always seemed in control of things.It was
more like she was teasing people rather than inviting
them. He also realised that she couldn't continue to
be a pricktease indefinitely and his prick was bound
to have its day. Her appearance told him that today
could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't
have worn any clothes.The saree was fully transparent,
showing him all of her. The fertile bush, those
glorious thighs and the entire midriff, everything lay
before him like a feast, with her belly button calling
attention to his gaze. While she was fingering herself
the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving
her rich and deep navel fully exposed to his view.
With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be
pawed and felt, the navel resembled a pussy in need,
quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to examine some of the leafy
vegetables and this made the top half of her saree
drop, revealing her generous cleavage with a clear
vision of her perked up nipples.She didn't realise
that her saree had dropped and continued with her
genuine task of grocery picking from his basket.The
grocer's eyes popped right out their sockets and his
cock threatened to tear out of the fabric it was
stretching around his crotch.His strong hands felt a
rush of blood as did every vein in his body. Manya was
decidedly the hottest of his customers and he looked
forward to visiting her house more to experience the
surprises she held for him in the form of her dress
code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen
before.Breasts, nipples, navel, midriff, thighs, bush
- every ounce of her juiciest parts was starkly
visible through her dream like garments. The Arabian
dancers did wear transparent bottoms but atleast they
wore panties.Here a middle aged housewife was treating
him to fleshy delights of the sort people only dreamt
of.

The apparent involvement of Manya with the grocery
basket and her ignorance of the state of her boobs
suited the grocer and he let his hungry eyes travel
all over her voluptuous frame, taking in the sexuality
oozing out of every inch. His eyes rested for longer
moments on her hips, the exposed portion of which was
like a mass of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled,
gripped and pounded. Only flesh in need is left for
this kind of wanton display and his animal instincts
gradually took over. He shifted closer to her, as if
to help Manya load her bag with his stuff. he held the
bag up for her while Manya filled it with a cluster of
vegetables. She had to lift her arms up to do so and
in the process, her upper saree dropped right off her
shoulders, chest and waist to rest tantalisingly at
her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed
she was all along to his gaze. Her face acquired a
sudden blush but there was no way she could cover
herself up since both her hands were occupied. She
looked into the grocer's eyes and observed the burning
passion. His looks sent shivers up her spine and a
warm flood of juices gushed forth from her loins to
further moisten her already wet vulva.

This time the gush of juices was different. They
flowed and flowed without a break. The control
mechanisms which she normally applied broke down
thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his strong
gaze. The grocer extended his strong arms towards her
exposed hips and dragged her closer. His manly touch
did the trick. It was the touch of a man, strong and
reassuring. It was also the grip of a testerone rich
male which sent her feminine defences crashing down.
When his other hand gripped her right hip to complete
the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would.
The manly grocer jerked the beautiful wife towards
himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent
breasts jiggled at his action. His hands on her meaty
hips encountered raw heat and he realised that this
juicy body was being wasted. He could hear a half sob
as he strengthened his hold on her lower hips and
turned her around. Her high rise buttocks came into
hot contact with his dick and even through the sheer
garment, their heat took him by surprise. If ever
there was a hornier woman, then he hadn't known her.
Nor did he care to know.

With one single tug, the sari came right off her hot
hips and fell in a heap at her feet. Manya was still
in a lusty daze as she allowed him to anything he
pleased. She moaned as he felt his hands caress her
plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her
rump and kneaded it. The kneading continued and Manya
got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of
restraining him. Her tingling pussy was now dripping
at the ministrations of this grocer. Her legs parted
on their own accord and he reached down to carry his
squeezing into her inner thighs and finally her
seething, soaked pussy. That set off her accumulated
lust trigger and she cried out in helpless craving and
fell right down onto her knees.

In that posture she presented an awesome sight on all
fours. Her face was glazed with lust and her ass
quivered in wanton lust. She wriggled her hips and
pressed backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer
had already removed his trousers and brought out his
steel hard dick, which was now throbbing with as much
anticipation as the horny housewife's pussy. He cast
one glance at the crawling form of the beautiful woman
before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a bitch
in heat. She needed a fucking and like hell, he was
going to give her one.

In one single plunge he entered right into her nest,
her wet cunt walls giving an over lubricated welcome.
Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in lust. He
began stroking into her slushy pussy with gradual
motions. The lust crazed housewife screamed for harder
strokes and driven by her wanton behaviour, he thrust
harder and faster. His huge dick, which she hadn't
even seen, made furious inroads into her tender but
hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending
the horny mother of two into new zones of passion. The
pumping lasted five scalding minutes and the sheer
novelty and passion of the situation overcame both of
them. He reached his climax with a roar and she caught
on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She
looked and felt like bitch. On all fours, she was
letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over sexed
cunt. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing
but cock till he spurted his semen in several long
spurts deep inside her womb and all over her back and
ass. He came so much that his virility surprised the
under utilised wife.

Like a true chauvinistic male he just released her
hips with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trousers
before she could turn around. Her still convulsing
body was recovering from the delicious onslaught and
she looked up gradually towards his body. Her first
glance went towards his crotch but was disappointed to
see that he had already put his woman pleaser away.
There she was, lying well fucked by a dick she didn't
even see.

"Ok Mrs. M. See you later", said the grocer as he
walked away with a whistle. Manya lay on the floor,
still in a half crawling posture. She was still in
heat and she still looked a bitch. Her ass felt well
gripped and handled. Her pussy felt well pumped. Her
mind was well relaxed. Her breasts however still ached
for a caress nd that ache got transferred again to her
pussy. A mild heating began within her loins and this
surprised Manya. What was the extent of her appetite,
she wondered.

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse
on with the first two buttons undone as always. Her
saree was in her hands and she tried to decide whether
to put it on or go for a wash. Her thighs were sticky
and some cum still settled wetly over her puffy pussy
lips. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her
fingers over her cunt lips and felt them. She scooped
a bit of cum into her fingers and brought them to her
nose. "Hmmmmm", she purred at the aroma. Then suddenly
the door bell rang. Surprised and alarmed at the
untimely ring, she hastily began to assemble the saree
over her ravaged hips. it was a relatively slower
process since she did not have the benefit of a
petticoat.

"Who's this"? she called out.

"It's me Mom" came her son Deen's voice


More to Come of 35

 

Chapter 5 & 6

Chapter 5

Partly relieved but still alarmed she draped her saree
quickly around herself. Now she didn't have to worry
about perfection in attire since it was only Deen. Yet
the fact that she had allowed the grocer to fuck her
just s a little while ago coupled with the freshly
fucked feeling still coating her senses made the
housewife a wee bit guilty. She managed to wear the
saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness
around her crotch to once again form a sticky patch
out in front. She opened the door to let Deen in. He
said that his afternoon classes were cancelled and he
had no mood to go to the library.
Walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She
looked different.Her hair was dishevelled and her
saree looked rumpled in a peculiar manner. Her scanty
blouse was wet with sweat. If it wasn't for the glow
on her face, he would have presumed that she was
sweating from her kitchen work. As she walked towards
the couch in the living room, he noticed the languid
movements of her hips and the slow roll of her hips.
The sway was slower but sexier. It was an
indescribable sight but she looked different. Suddenly
he noticed the damp patch around her crotch on the
transparent saree.It looked so provocative, just below
her rich bush. Manya noticed where her son was
looking, but it was too late to amend things. In a bid
to make the atmosphere more casual, she spread her
thighs out and tried to relax on the couch. Her
posture became rather lewd for her teenaged son and he
began to experience the familiar stirring in his loins
which looking at his sexy mother for more than a
minute always produced. At this stage Manya asked her
son to take a bath so that they could lunch together.
Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the bathroom, glad
that he could hide his arousal.
Manya was still lying in that obscene pose on the
couch when she heard the main door open slightly. She
had forgotten to lock it after Deen's arrival. It
opened wider and in came the grocer. She panicked and
hissed at him to go away, pointing at the bathroom
where her son was bathing. But he had not come to
leave. Not long after he left Manya, he began to
reminisce over the morning's astounding developments,
especially the ease with which he could enter Manya's
hot pussy. Soon his thoughts led to a bursting hard on
and he felt the time was still convenient enough for
anoher go at the gorgeous piece of ass, who would be
doing nothing else but masturbating away anyway,
according to him. So off he rushed to get his pussy.

When he neared her, Manya whispered frantically to him
that her son was around. Not giving a damn, he
motioned for her to turn over, unzipping his trousers
in the same motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself
obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards
the bathroom door where Deen was. With strong and
silent efficiency, he once again gripped her
voluptuous hips and shook her like a doll. Manya's
body throbbed with renewed lust and her pussy started
dripping in record time. The risk in the situation was
obscured by the heat of his manhood pressing against
her already naked ass. He had merely hiked her saree
up and thrust his dick right into her willing and wet
cunt. The pumping began instantaneously and her cunt
muscles started clasping his dick in greed, milking it
to new heights of passion. She could still hear the
shower and so could the grocer. He ploughd mercilessly
into her in the same bitch posture. She cried and
sobbed to herself out of sheer lust and ecstasy. Her
body responded like a bud opening out and very soon,
he splattered a rich dose of seed deep inside her
loins. She absorbed every drop of his lovable cum and
revelled in the sudden and explosive climax which the
illicit encounter produced. In record speed, the
grocer again zipped up and hissed a quick good bye. By
the time, she moved from bitch postur to normal
posture, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in
pleasure and absolute wonder that she had been fucked
twice in no time. Again she didn't even see the dick
that gave her so much joy.But more exciting was the
thought that her son was right in the next room, but
didn't know about it. How wrong she was. Deen had seen
it. And it took sometime for him to emerge from the
bathroom. After all 2 jerk offs in ten minutes need
some time for recovery
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Chapter 6

Deen's head was reeling and his heart was pounding.
What he had seen shocked him to start with. He saw an
unruly man, dark and powerful, manhandle his beautiful
mother, pump into her pussy roughly, mash her fleshy
body all over and finally spew his hot cum deep inside
her belly. And all along she not only liked it but
loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't mind
going through it with her son in the house made his
heart beat faster with the realisation that his mom
was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. Worse still,
she simply loved getting fucked like a bitch. While on
all fours, with the grocer's hard dick pistoning in
and out of her steamy twat, she hardly looked the
loving Mom who cared for him and his little brother.
Nor did she look like the mysterious tease who coaxed
and cajoled his dick into ultra hard erections with
her revealing style of dressing day in and day out.
Instead she looked every inch a horny slut who craved
loud and adulterous sex and loved only those things
that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his shock turned to
awe, his contempt turned to understanding and his
jealousy turned to lust. His young brain related her
behaviour to the inability and foul behaviour of his
drunkard father, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a
ripe and luscious beauty like his Mom in his life. The
sight of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked
royally by a stranger only served to make him realise
the full potential of his beautiful mother's sexuality
and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His heart
reached out compassionately towards his mother with a
soft corner. So did his dick - with a hard on.

Suddenly in one swift motion, he clutched his
burgeoning cock and pumped it vigorously like a man
possessed. He came in less than twenty strokes - so
powerful was his surge of passion for his sexy Mom.
Even after ejaculation his dick merely registered a
pause but not a droop. He quickly resumed his dick
pumping and this time the images of the grocer balling
his cock hungry mother were more vivid and telling.
With equal intensity he spewed his sperm all around
him in the bathroom, gasping at the monumental arousal
that had beset him. As he relaxed he realised that he
related to his beautiful mother more than ever before.
He desired to see her happy. He loved to see her
glowing and satisfied. He loved to see her getting
fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the living
room. He was in time to see his well fucked Mom trudge
slowly into the bedroom with just her flimsy blouse
on, holding her sheer saree in one hand. Her asscheeks
shook and swayed as she walked, making his mouth
water." Now those full cheeks could do with some rough
treatment", he empathised. He also wondered how his
Mom would take to a sound spanking by his Dad in case
he found out that his beautiful, desirable wife, was
indeed a sex crazed vixen.

Deen moved slowly out of the bathroom and headed for
his mother's bedroom. He stopped at the door and
soundlessly peeped into the room. Manya had merely
spread the transparent blue saree all over her full
body and was lying on her back. Her hand rested just
below her abdomen and was occasionally caressing her
pussy. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring
sounds. Her nipples poked right out of her still
sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the morning's
events. She was pleasured no doubt and also enjoyed it
to the hilt. But she couldn't help wondering how
easily she had surrendered to the grocer, not once but
twice. She was an easy lay, and her actions proved it.
She thanked her stars that her son Deen was out of
sight. "Deen", she said loudly.

"Oh yes", he must have finished his bath, she thought
as she rose, attempting to re-drape her saree around
her well ravished form for about the fourth time of
the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiety and waited
until she had almost finished wearing her saree and
just when she was tying the knot in front of her
shapely midriff, six inches below her tantalising
navel, he walked into the room, calling out her name.
Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued
wearing her saree and completed tucking in the knot
and adjusted the front of her saree. The top of her
saree was still down and she casually lifted it and
placed it daintily around her creamy shoulders. Her
nipples still peeked through the transparent blouse
and saree, but that didn't matter. Her present
exposure was part of routine as far as her son was
concerned and she was quite sure that it didn't bother
Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush
body with a new sense of appraisal. He now saw her as
a fleshy object too, that at times could take off into
uncontrollable and wildly aroused behaviour. His eyes
never left her generous hips. He saw then getting
squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into
Manya's eyes and saw some relief and contentment.
Strangely that look in her eyes turned him on. He
found that slightly flushed, glowing look a remarkably
arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's face. It was
the look of a freshly fucked woman. A freshly fucked
mother of two young and horny sons

 

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chapter7

Manya had no time to wash herself and while sitting
across the table with Deen, she wondered how her young
son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his
mother was getting mercilessly balled by a stranger.
But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know
that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the
doggie posture, like a true bitch. Both Mom and son
had sex on their minds when the doorbell rang. It was
Binu, her younger son. Manya rose to open the door and
once again Deen got the prize view of her ass, rolling
alongwith his mother's step, with each cheek rubbing
sexily against the other, with the whole movement
clearly discernible through the semi transparent
saree. Binu gave his freshly fucked Mom a big hug as
soon as she opened the door. He smothered her still
sweaty body with his arms and reached out to get his
customary feel of her juicy navel. He was a bit
surprised at its moistness. Even her face smelt
different when he kissed her cheek. The scent was not
just different. It was more exciting. And his dick
endorsed his thoughts by pressing hard into his
gorgeous Mom's soft and wide belly. That made Manya
stiffen a bit but then she had seen his erections
before and allowed it as part of growing up. What
worried her was that Deen showed a mindset different
from Binu. He was reticent, soft and closed. He was
not physical like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his food right away and gulped it
down in less than five minutes. All three rose after
lunch to retire for a light afternoon nap. Deen slept
in his room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's
swaying ass into her room and onto her bed. This was
quite normal for the two. She setlled her scantily
clad ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of
her saree fell off her shoulders but Manya didn't
bother to adjust it since she was going to lie down.
Her nipples came into clear view of Binu's eyes and
even this was an everyday affair. But today Binu
stared and stared at them. It may have had something
to do with her body scent he had inhaled sometime ago,
but he felt a strange electricity flow between them.
He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, wide
belly and stroked the flesh lovingly. He shifted
closer towards her so that her lush ass was pressed
hard against his crotch. He was wearing just his
shorts without any underwear and this was nothing new
for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together
whenever his father was away and right through the
night, he would squeeze her all over, especially her
hips, asscheeks and belly. His favourite spot however,
was her deep belly button. Manya allowed him to play
around, with the confidence that it was simply a
childlike fascination which he would soon overcome.
Play around he did, but quite energetically. He would
plant a series of wet kisses all around her belly,
concentrating on the area around her navel. He would
nibble, lick and blow into that juicy navel, showering
all his affectin into its enticing depth. He did that
all the time, atleast twice a day and more if the
situation permitted. He would continue his amorous act
until he heard his Mom's long and aroused moan. She
would not shake him off but it was a signal to him
that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a woman starved of cuddling, Manya actually enjoyed
all this physical display of harmless affection from
her younger son. There were a few occasions when she
was not sure about the harmless bit. That was when he
would openly compliment her ass, especially when she
was dressed in a saree without a petticoat. He would
swat and knead it quite freely and even make her
squeal with his surprise advances on her lush
posterior. Gradually she grew to like it, even look
forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her
sense of being wanted and enhanced her desirability
levels. At times she suspected him of having definite
sexual overtones in his actions. Those were the
moments when he would run his fingers up and down her
asscrack, give her a big hug from behind and a long
kiss on her lower cheek, dangerously close to her full
lips. She would feel an instant moistening in her
loins but recover quickly enough to dismiss it off as
adolescent behaviour.

She did at times hope that Binu would not be so brazen
and physical with her. After all he was just twelve
years old. And he did not care that his actions were
being observed rather curiously by his elder brother
Deen. That afternoon, Deen realised that his
voluptuous mother had gone to rest without even
washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex
sessions with the grocer. Her body must be certainly
reeking of the combined body fluids of the dark grocer
and his fair mother. He also realised with a pounding
heart that her unwashed pussy must be still nestling a
good amount of his copious discharge. He marvelled at
her behaviour and attitude and was wondering how lucky
Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right after her
torrid session. Little did he know that Manya
deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to
revel in her illicit pleasure for as long as she
could, deriving the utmost gratification from life's
little adventures
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chapter8

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to visit one of
his classmates and he looked into his Mom's bedroom to
inform her. This time he stood still in
amazement.Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with
Binu encircling her hips with his right leg thrown
across them. Her saree rode right above her thighs,
displaying their ample well curved shape and the
garment stopped just a couple of inches below her
pussy lips.He couldn't see the lips but Binu's
sleeping form fully embraced his mother, with his dick
thrusting through his shorts just at the top of her
ample, exposed thighs.Manya's belly and navel were
fully bare and open. The saree around her waist had
dipped to extra low levels in the course of her sleep.
There was just a 4 inch cover of sheer garment above
her pussy.Every other inch of her delectably fleshy
midriff lay open like a well laid out feast. Binu's
head was buried in her full bosom, his nose digging
right into her creamy cleavage. Both were asleep and
the pose, supposedly a mother son sleeping posture,
looked anything but non sexual.Incredibly it was
absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu's insistent
fondling and navel kissing, Manya was never subjected
to any sexual intrusion. Atleast not from Binu. But
looking at them lying in close union, Deen felt that
familiar tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was
also charmed and surprised at their apparent peace and
calm.His horny Mom, after her torrid fuck had shifted
gears and was lying semi nude in her 12 year old son's
sleepy embrace with his head nuzzling her melon like
breasts, his dick pressed against her crotch and with
his legs drawing her full hips into himself in a
possessive hold.The sight was beautiful, strangely
erotic and spoke of the absolutely physical channels
of communication which both mother and son adopted or
were blessed with.Unwilling to disturb their bliss, he
left the room and house and walked across to his
classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her
lush body. She looked down to see her little son
Binu's head cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She
ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his
tight leg embrace around her full hips. She still felt
horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the
possessive clutch of her younger son on her almost
nude body, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered
as to why her husband didn't display this level of
physical proximity.Slowly she moved Binu's leg away
and tried to rise. She felt Binu's arms encircle her
belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get
up.She found him very cute, even though his hands
encircled her lower abdomen, just a few inches above
her bush.She looked down to notice that her sheer
saree had bunched itself around her bush with her
entire body above and below fully exposed.A thrill
shot through her lusty body as the naughty,
exhibitionistic side of her surfaced.Slowly releasing
herself from Binu's drowsy grip, she moved out of the
bed into the bathroom.She needed to pee and once
again, she felt a shudder of release all over her
body. She reached out for the hand shower to wash her
insides after peeing, but suddenly for some reason,
she placed the hand shower back and allowed herself to
remain unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself
from the remnants of her mind blowing two fuck episode
late that morning.

Manya realised Deen had gone out to visit his friend
Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to play his daily
evening cricket.She hoped Deen would develop an
interest in athletics like Prem and build his physique
too. Manya wished her sons were also lithe, strong and
well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was
worried about Deen.Standing there in the kitchen,
making coffee the horny housewife smacked her lips and
looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and
her hair quite dishevelled. The saree kept slipping
right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a
petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed
wrinkles, giving those cheeks a well fondled outer
appearance. Manya's ass globes twitched at the very
thought.The grocer's caressing had been carnal and
animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but
insistent squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for
long, expecting nothing in return, unlike the
grocer.Many of Manya's female friends openly admired
her ass and even made their jealousy obvious.They said
it was extra full, jiggly and could drive a saint to
sexual madness with their high rise bounce.She tended
to agree with them. Her buttocks did flare out
disproportionately from her rather ample hips and what
made the ass more prominent was her long and flabless
waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was
nature's unique gift. Her waist and ass fed off each
other's glory. Manya felt rather proud of her rear
asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she
couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to
route the onlooker's eye through her belly and hips.
And she did that with a vengeance. She was a fine
piece of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to
herself.

Midway through her coffee making she heard the
doorbell ring again. Feeling no apparent threat to her
under dressed appearance since hubby was due only
after half past six, she shifted her voluptuous body
across to answer the door, with her left hand again
fingering her pussy mound upto the last second.On
opening the door she saw her cousin Dan's huge form
with the arrogant face. Grinning, she welcomed him
inside. Manya was at one time supposed to marry Dan
but considered him too crude and arrogant.The
arrogance came from his wealth but he did not acquire
class alongwith his wealth. Now years later, with her
new found fascination for crudity, the same Dan began
to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's eyes
swept over her sexily attired form and rested right
between her thighs.His eyes practically bore into that
fleshy junction, lapping up the exotic sight of her
dark bush and the arousing 'V' which formed itself
whenever Manya kept them together.He simply lusted
after his cousin Manya and made no secret of his
craving. Overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his
advances and began to give in - discretely to begin
with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his
massive arms enveloping her body fully. She could feel
her big breasts getting crushed against his broad
chest and her excited body started giving in. Suddenly
she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to
him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for
her, Dan had the sense to withdraw, but even he could
feel a difference in her body odour. Not only was
Manya's body riper since his last visit, but she felt
and smelled different. But he liked the difference.
Within ten minutes Binu entered the room in his
cricket gear and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's
visits were always surprise visits and Binu looked
forward to them because his uncle treated them well
with expensive gifts and goodies. After coffee, Binu
left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.
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hapter9
The moment the door clicked shut, Manya felt a strong
pair of hands dragging her backwards in a half mauling
and half grabbing grip. It was a familiar grip and she
loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her
after a six month gap, his pent up lust for his sexy
cousin burst out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards
himself and her saree got tugged out of her hips. It
lay in a heap on the floor and Dan stared at the ripe
and sexy body of his lovely cousin. Her massive butt,
her generous hips and the overall flesh feast which
seemed to be aching for his heated touch proved too
much for him and he simply hurried her into the
bedroom and made her lie on her back, right on her
marital bed. Manya's thighs spread in automatic
response and she reached out to remove Dan's trousers.
They were down in a jiffy and Dan wasted no time in
placing his rigid 8 inch dick at the entrance of his
cousin's hot pussy. He thrust into her and Manya
screamed at the delightful entry. The thrusts began in
a steady momentum, with their missionary style
copulation enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lust
aroused, beautiful face. He simply adored his sexy
cousin and hated it when she married her wimp of a
husband. That weak, pot bellied drunkard was a gross
mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The thought made his
already blood engorged dick throb in further arousal
and he thrust deeper into her ever willing cunt,
reaching depths that were not reached in a long, long
time. There was no talk between the two. Their bodies
met and their eyes also met in the course of this
searing union. Her face shifted to different levels of
lust in tune with his steadily pistoning cock, while
his face got wilder and wilder, as if a caged tiger
had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated
body to higher stages of yearning and she screamed at
him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she
screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding
dick rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated
into her wet pussy in lengthy spurts of manly seed.
Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in a frenzy
during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an
explosive climax with the dual triggers ignited.
Gasping and feeling her cunt spasm involuntarily, she
let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The muscles of
her cunt still exerted receding pressure on his slowly
deflating dick until he rolled slowly off her, but not
before giving long and deep kisses all over her sweat
covered face. Manya suddenly felt a shudder as his
hands came off her chest, releasing his vice like grip
on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they
always acted on first sight whenever he came home. No
words were spoken. It was simple, plain pumping and
words would follow later. And clever Dan, he always
chose the time when Desh was out of the house to make
his entry. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the
night and also having a drink with Desh.

With the flurry of the first fuck with Dan getting
over, Manya experienced a deliciously wicked delight
all over her body. It was the third time she got
fucked that day and what she loved most was that all
juices were well and truly deposited within her,
giving her a beauty enriching glow on an otherwise
calm and pretty face. Not bothering to put on her
saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse
on to make some more coffee for them. As she waited
for the coffee to warm up, her hand again drifted
towards her just fucked pussy. Slowly she fingered
herself, allowing the juice mixture in her pussy to
spread all over her soft fingers. She loved the feel
of her pussy when it was wet - wet with anything. She
remembered the only time she tried to make Desh eat
her pussy by spreading honey all over her nether
region and dragging his head into her crotch. Quite to
her surpise and alarm, Desh had recoiled and snarled
at her, calling her a pervert. She didn't try it
again, not with with her husband atleast.

As she was pouring the coffee into two cups, she heard
Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude. She gave him a
mischievous grin when she saw that he was looking her
over. Dan's eyes once again focused straight on her
bodacious backside and this time a certain tenderness
overcame him as he reached down to softly knead and
cup it.

"Mmmmmm", moaned Manya, feeling a spark ignite her
luscious body once again.

He kneaded her glorious, fleshy backside for nearly a
minute, kissing her earlobes while doing so. Manya
loved being held from behind. Her whole body responded
to rear caresses and rear initiative almost naturally.
Maybe that was one reason why she found it difficult
to ward off Binu's continuous assaults on her ass.
That was one zone she had no control over but that
didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she
felt Dan's cock slowly press against her naked
asscheeks. A throb began all over her body, which
gained in intensity when Dan slowly bent her on the
kitchen table. His now erect dick was probing her full
and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a
rabbit would look for its hole. Manya was wet in no
time again. It was her pussy drip that drew his hard
again cock towards it like a flesh magnet. Suddenly
cock met cunt and the humping began. Dan's hands now
fully cupped a bent Manya's breasts while his steely
dick carried off from where it left her steamy twat a
little while ago. His organ stroked deeper and deeper
into the horny mother's cunt, making her head bounce
off the table with each stroke. The penetration was
much deeper due to the bent posture and the thrusts
were longer due to the first surge of lust having
already been extinguished during their first fuck. It
was a long, slower and more delicious mating, but
absolutely physical in nature. It was the mating of
two bodies that were custom designed for fucking each
other. His six foot broad frame mounting her five foot
seven inches of adulterous voluptuousness. The
adultery added to the heat of their passion and the
heat of their copulation made the kitchen table shake
vigorously. Sounds of their loud fucking mingled with
the sounds of wood trembling.

It was initially the sound of wood that made Deen
discard the main door and walk around the house to the
kitchen to see if there was any problem. As he
approached, he could also hear the loud grunts of a
man and the continuous moans of a woman. He could
recognize the moans of his horny mom but was concerned
about the male grunts. It was certainly not his
father's and that too at this time of the day. If his
father fucked his mom during late afternoons even once
a month, then she would not have to look at
alternative cock in life, he reasoned. Having
eliminated that option, he peered through the kitchen
window and was greeted by the most arousing sight of
his life.

His butt naked mother was bent over the kitchen table
with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick cock in and out
of her sloppy cunt like a machine. His aroused mother
was gasping and moaning with every hard stroke Dan
gave into her lewdly presented cunt. Bent like a
bitch, she was taking it from behind and screaming her
lusty approval everytime a thrust found its target.
The sounds were squishy with intermittent slaps
reverberating through the kitchen each time Dan's
balls slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood
transfixed again with his hand taking its inevitable
route to his cock bulge.He began caressing it and
slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing
member. With every stroke of Dan into Manya's wetly
receptive pussy, her son stroked his dick, matching
Dan stroke for stroke. Wildly it seemed to Deen that
he was sharing his mother's lust. Stroking away, he
looked at his mom's glazed face, marveling at the
sexual energy it carried.

"Fuck her well, Uncle Dan", he muttered to himself as
he pumped away at his dick vigorously. "Give her a
sound fucking", he kept muttering throughout his lusty
frig.

Dan and Deen came together, the former into the wanton
pussy of Deen's mother and the latter into thin air,
with just one drop getting splattered on the kitchen
window pane. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He
staggered slowly away from the illicit sight he had
been witness to, trying to absorb the day's events.
Two different guys had fucked his beautiful, sexy
mother and both times she took it like a bitch, from
behind. She was screaming during the act and was
glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to give
the adulterous couple five minutes before ringing the
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chapter10
In a single day, Deen had witnessed the utter
depravity of his beautiful loving mother and the more
he recollected the day's events, the more obsessed he
became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a
voyeuristic way. The blood surged in his dick at the
thought of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about
anybody. The sight of her pink, throbbing pussy
getting a pounding in the most degrading postures
filled his mind with the purest emotions of empathy
for a housewife in need. He began to relate to her
more and more and even thought that he may like to
facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother
without her knowledge so that he could watch and revel
in the absolutely awesome manner in which she recieved
hard cock.

With these thoughts floating in his mind, he rang the
doorbell. Manya opened the door herself and gave him a
remarkably fresh smile. His eyes took in her lusty
form which looked even more voluptuous than ever
before. Her face was brighter than when he left her
and her walk was a lot lazier and provocative. Her
slower steps imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to
her wide and fleshy hips, which were rather
inadequately covered again by the same sheer blue
saree, which had the privilege of hugging her full,
well fucked body through different stages of her
illicitly extra sexual day today. He could have bid a
million dollars to possess that saree after she
ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking
off was contained in the aroma of that sexy saree for
Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's fetish and if
only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't
realise that her adultery had won her an immediate
sympathiser and he was not one of the two men who
fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind
her sex fatigued form Deen kept caressing his cock
until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to
the living room couch to greet his Uncle Dan. As he
chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya
walking into the bedroom and followed her with his
eyes until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two pairs of
eyes went straight towards her hips. Deen saw that she
had put on her white petticoat under the blue saree
and immediately understood that it was time for his
Dad to arrive. The saree however was still well below
her rich navel and her blouse was still braless. Deen
wondered when she would finally have a bath and
cleanse herself of the signs of the day's adultery.
Desh arrived in less than thirty minutes and
acknowledged Dan's presence with a cursory hello. In a
near demure way, Manya served snacks and coffee for
all. Only Deen could feel her inner wickedness and he
loved her for feeling that way. That naughtiness was
going to be the source of his erotic living.

In less than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting
over a bottle of scotch brought by Dan. Desh drank at
double the pace of Dan and Dan made no attempt to
match the alcoholic Desh. Instead his looks always
travelled towards Manya's ass and breasts whenever an
opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his room
to study but kept peeping into the living room where
his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning
hornier by the minute. He noticed Manya signalling to
Dan to limit his drinks and Dan nodded, winking at the
same time. His brother Binu also entered the house and
a quick dinner followed. Binu had his customary gropes
of Manya's ass and he somehow did not need to be told
to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual
exchanges were conducted with total consensus and
understanding and everyone seemed to be waiting for
Desh to go off to sleep. Though drunk, Desh hugged his
wife and asked her to come to the bedroom, much to
Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen
also slept in his parents' room.

An hour later, he heard a rustle and peered from one
corner of his bedsheet towards where his parents
slept, ensuring that he did not move. Desh was in a
randy mood and he had already stripped the clothes off
his sexy wife. Manya's fair and throbbing body
glistened in the partial darkness as her drunken
husband began pawing her breasts roughly with both his
hands, after positioning himself above her lying form.
Manya surrendered with some degree of expectation.
Deen could make out his mother's naked glory in the
semi darkness and deep sucking sounds of his Dad
suckling his mother's full breasts like a child could
also be heard. Manya's moans were more out of
discomfort than arousal and Deen could make that out
in a moment. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw
it. Desh didn't bother to ascertain whether his son
was asleep and Manya of course was totally unconcerned
either way. In less than a minute after some hurried
foreplay, Desh mounted his naked wife with his son
peering in curiousity just a few feet away from them.
Deen couldn't make out the dimensions of his father's
dick, but he saw him try out some forceful movements
which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard
him cum and he also thought his oversexed Mom had just
begun to moan in arousal. It was all over in a minute.
Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife
quivering in frustrated nakedness. Manya continued to
lie naked on her back, hands buried deep into her
dripping snatch and she may have thought that Deen was
asleep.

Deen could not have been more awake and alive to the
needs of his beautiful mother. However he had to
simply continue watching and stroking his dick while
his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He
saw her check on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did
something which simply stunned him even after the
day's events. She strode right out of the room in slow
deliberate steps, stark naked and without a care in
the world. Her broad hips and fleshy buttocks were
silhouetted erotically in the extra dim light while
her naked breasts shone in splendour everytime some
reflected light from the open window bounced off them.
She was a beauty in distress and she happened to be
his own mother. The beauty was horny too and
uncontrollably so, after her hubby's limp dick could
only manage to stoke her lust fires. Deen knew where
she was headed to and he compassionately watched her
lush, naked frame disappearing into Uncle Dan's room.
He realised Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy
cousin to arrive. An hour later, Manya stumbled into
the bedroom and Deen watched his well fucked mom slip
naked right under the bedsheet. What a day it had been
for the horny housewife. And she slept with her hand
still caressing her pussy mound and remained in that
naked, curling posture until she awoke

 

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chapter11
Manya awoke first next morning and started it as usual
with her morning flash for the milkman. She was
naughtier today and she stepped out of the main door
dressed just in the same blue transparent saree
without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five year
old stud milkman was caught unawares by this wanton
display. Her naked boobs showed clearly in all their
glory and her ass was better than fully naked. It was
just a flimsy, sheer piece of cloth pretending to
cover her voluptuous body and Manya decided to do this
since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the
milk and turned around to reveal the awesome glory of
her full ass to the world fo one full minute. Rising,
she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to
begin coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that
single saree on her well ravished body. Dan had fucked
his horny cousin in every conceivable posture the
previous night and together they came atleast five
times. It would have been a day of marathon fucking
for any other woman, but not for Manya. She still felt
a bit heavy in the hip as if some surplus lust still
lingered in that well stacked body. She suddenly heard
a soft rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see
the milkman's young and cheerful face. He had a packet
of milk in his hands and gestured that Manya had left
it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the
backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached
out to take the packet. In doing so, she stepped on
her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the
doorstep, falling right onto the young milkman.
Unprepared as he was for this fall, the stud tried to
hold the falling lady and he held out both his palms,
in the process ending up with both her full, almost
naked breasts in his hands. Manya felt bolts of
electricity shoot through her nipples as he
straightened her. His hands were still on her heaving
boobs and he made no effort to remove them. Manya too
did not say a word but stood still, allowing the
moment to take over. There she stood, naked for all
purposes, a horny housewife early in the morning,
getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's hands began
to knead and squeeze slowly, bringing life into those
mounds and waves of pleasure into Manya's lust
triggered body. The saree was fighting a losing battle
and slowly fell right off her shoulders, leaving her
topless and naked right up to just an inch above her
bush, which was clearly visible through the
treacherous blue saree. Manya stood still as the youth
kept one hand in caressing motion on her left breast
while he ran the right one all over her waist, hips,
belly and poked into her navel. His strong fingers
reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding
his head in her hands and briging it down for a hot,
long and tongue tying kiss. His youthful passion and
the mischief of the early morning breeze on her
glowing skin may have forced this but there was no
stopping Manya now.

The young milkman understood the lady's state and
without any further delay, he placed the aroused,
almost nude housewife on the doorstep of her kitchen
with her head inside, leaving her fleshy, glorious and
wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between
indoors and outdoors, with her kness kneeling outside
the door. The stud placed himself right behind her
lush ass and gave some readying squeezes to those
quivering globes o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the
position brought about the dormant lust in her like no
other posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like
a bitch in heat and almost mewled in arousal as his
strong, young dick began examining its entry route
into that seething cunt. A sudden thrust ensued,
taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its
speed and vigour. Then thrust after thrust followed at
lightning speed, almost akin to a dog mating its bitch
in the peak of the mating season. Her sheer saree was
bunched up around her hips and his hands reached out
to maul her swinging boobs with the vigour of an
athlete. It was the kind of boob mauling she craved
for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She
was ready to surrender her soul for this quality of
fucking. Her forced stifling of her screams drove his
passion to further heights as the danger of getting
observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a
licentious thrill to both and more so in Manya's case.
She continued to enjoy the furiously paced ramming
this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under
his grip and her boobs felt like they would get torn
apart from her juicy body. But deep within, her loins,
pussy bud and walls screamed in delight at this
special pounding in the special place, right on the
doorstep.

Her sounds were only too familiar to her son Deen.
Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom
was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle
Dan's room for a peek. Not finding her there, he
thought that she may have decided to take her long
postponed bath. Seeing even the bathroom empty, he
followed the sounds that he began to hear and walked
right into the kitchen. The animalisic fucking of his
beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise
him, but the doggie style adopted yet again and the
bitch like body language of his well stacked Mom
during her licentious liaison stunned him. He gaped in
astonishment and rising lust from behind the
refrigerator as his lovely mother gave herself to this
stranger like a wanton bitch in the wee hours of the
morning. The stud shot his load, Manya screamed her
way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own moans as he
shot a huge load of sperm onto the refrigerator side.
He saw the milkman put his dick away even as his well
fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her
ass resting on the bare floor outdoors, while her head
rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorstep
supported her sexy waist as she lay spreadeagled,
breathing heavily from the exertion. Her face wore a
smile of satisfaction and lying in hat pose, with the
flimsy saree still bunched up around her hips, she
looked a true slut. Deen found this slut look in his
mother as being ethereal and closer to nature and
truth.

He left the kitchen in a hurry when he saw her
attempting to get up. He rushed into the bathroom,
knowing that he might be denying his semen filled
mother a chance at the loo.He brought his cock out
again and pumped its hardness, recollcting the
morning's depravity. He kept jerking off, the image of
his mother's near nude form lying on the kitchen
threshold, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.

Mother Manya on the other hand rose and steadied
herself by holding the door. She kept the saree
bunched around her hips with her left hand holding
thegarment around her crotch area. She looked a
ravishing sight as she moved slowly out of the
kitchen, only to run into the big form of Dan.

"I knew you would be about early", whispered Dan,
holding her naked shoulders and not even questioning
her on her state of undress.

"Oh Dan," whimpered Manya meekly as she allowed him to
hold her by her naked waist and lead him over to the
dining table. His hands slipped lower to hold her by
the asscheeks and the dampness there certainly took
him by surprise.

Manya simply allowd Dan to carry on leading her till
they reached the dining table. Facing her, Dan lifted
her by her full ass and laid her, back down on the
table. Manya let him recline her head and back while
he had her thighs and legs stretched out of the table.
He drew her shapely thighs around his hips and tugged
her saree away, divesting himself of his trunks in the
process. Manya was nude and outstretched now, her
luscious ass resting on the edge of the dining table,
with her cousin's dick already testing her pussy
entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly,
holding her by the hips, and continued to remain
wordless as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around
his neck. This brought their bodies so close to each
other that Manya whispered " "Now Dan, in this place?"

"Yes dear. I have to leave by the 8 am flight and you
look eminently fuckable this morning. What has come
over you?"

"Just fuck me now darling cousin. We'll talk later, "
whispered the ever lusty housewife.

In that intimate position, the two of them had a long,
leisurely fuck, driven by some confidence that they
would not be spotted, even in that ridiculosly obvious
place. They fucked and fucked, for ten long minutes
with his hands squeezing and unsqueezing her charged
up hips and his palms occasionally rising to cup and
knead her trembling breasts. They looked great
together as they orgasmed in unison, in one
deliriously gradual wave, beads of sweat decorating
both their faces. The beast bent to kiss his beauty
for one last time that day. The beauty accepted his
post ravishment kiss with smiling amorousness. Five
minutes later she detached herself from his clasp,
letting her legs drop down but still spread them
lewdly on the table. Dan bent nd placed a long,
lingering kiss, right on her pussy, makng her gasp and
moan all over again.

He left her in that naked, well ravished state on her
dining table
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chapter12
Manya's morning had got off to a rousing beginning
with two superlative bouts of sex. One was hard and
fast with a young stud, while the other was a gradual,
mutually seeking love making session with her cousin.
The delicacy of the latter took her by surprise. She
grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her
assaulted zone, which was her hips and ass package.
The entire mass of flesh was damp from sweat and
semen. Her crotch and inner thighs were completely
sticky and an ooze path had formed right down to her
knee. Her pussy had been pulverised since the previous
morning by four different men and she was feeling full
down there as if it were a repository of sperm, of the
dry, semi dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all kinds. The
voluptuous mother of two sons felt deliciously juicy
all over and her body ached more out of pleasurable
impulses rather than any fatigue. Two explosive fucks
in half an hour between quarter to six and quarter
past six in the morning was a dream for any thirty six
year old woman, even if she were as fully stacked and
deeply horny as Manya.

She heard no audible sounds of movement in the house
other than Dan in his bathroom and he would leave any
minute now for his flight. She realised she had not
washed herself right from yesterday and her pussy,
asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after
load of semen deposit. She began to like this
stickiness because it made her feel very sexy and did
not allow her to take her mind off sex. Of late she
hated to think of anything but sex. However she
decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was
concerned and felt that she must clean up for the new
day. Lying naked on her dining table with a somewhat
satisfied glow all over her body, she kept smiling to
herself with her hand around her pussy mound, not
caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she
loved to have it the most. Her famous blue saree was
lying on a chair next to the table and her eyes fell
on it. That brought her out of her reverie and
suddenly the total lewdness of her present state
struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right hand
on her pussy mound, she picked up her saree and threw
as much of it around her as possible without any
wearing pattern, almost like she was throwing a
bedsheet around herself. But this being a lot more
transparent than a bedsheet, her full and glowing body
still stood magnificently revealed. Her well moulded
and well caressed breasts jiggled with every sexy step
she took towards her bedroom. Her walk was sheer
erotic poetry in motion and befitted the brush of a
master artist. Her body was more or less covered but
the careless way in which she draped the saree left
her entire creamy back open right down to her ass. She
certainly didn't expect visitors or viewers at that
time. Two of the visitors had already fucked her half
way to heaven. But she was wrong about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth jerk off in the toilet
and came out of the bathroom and prepared to go to his
room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't bother to
disturb his snoring father. He looked at him and felt
almost sorry for him. He felt sorry for his mother
too, but there was a conceptual shift in his sentiment
in each case. He tiptoed out of the room rather
casually but stooped dead in his tracks just one step
out of the door. What he saw in the living room
shocked the senses out of him. His lovely Mom, whom he
had seen getting nailed by the milkman early that
morning was bidding farewell to her cousin and his
uncle. It was the method of farewell that was unique
for his adolescent eyes. They were both at the main
door and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan
dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping
her face fully and lavishing her cheeks and eyes with
long wet kisses. Manya kept purring and returning his
kisses with her very own juicy ones. Hiding behind the
curtain, Deen peeped at the licentious couple with a
pounding heart. His mother's exposed back faced him
and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most
ludicrous fashion, concealing her in parts and
revealing her in other parts. From his angle, he could
make out that only her ass was covered. He watched as
his uncle's hands crept up his mother's naked back and
started caressing and stroking it in a near romantic
way. Her face was still on his face in a luxurious,
long tongue exploration, but the stroking of her
fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's dick to yet
another state of absolute hardness. Something similar
must have happened to his mom too because she suddenly
shivered and dropped to her knees, the action causing
her saree to fall right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom
kneeling naked in front of Dan at their main door,
fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mumble something
as his horny mother quickly brought out his cock and
gulped it with a greedy moan. For the next few minutes
Dan only kept stroking his bursting dick as he watched
his mother's head bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's
cock. Her movements gathered speed and his stroking
followed suit. Deen suddenly looked back in alarm at
his sleeping father when he heard a grunt from him.
Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still
snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the adulterous
sight in the living room, only to see his Mom's head
going up and down at wild speed and his uncle's hands
clutching her hair and head in a strong, passionate
grip. The whole sight was supremely erotic right up to
the moment of Dan's huge release. Deen saw the gradual
slowing of Manya's head over his uncle's tool
accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his
mother's lovely black haired head. The grip was
released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, naked cousin to her feet and
looked at her face which was well covered with his
cum. Her mouth, lips, nose and cheeks were coated
thickly with his seed and she looked fondly into his
eyes. Some spurts had also landed on her beautiful
long hair above her forehead.Their mouths met again
for yet another deep kiss. While kissing him, Manya
zipped up his trousers and secured his belt mumbling
out a good bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan
opened the main door to leave, but after unfastening
the door latch, he sharply turned around again and
grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin for one last
passionate kiss. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude
mother at the half open door. The sight made him rock
hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would
enter the house. The final kiss between the fully
dressed man and the fully naked housewife lasted one
full minute before the almost open main door. It was
broken only by the sound of a car emerging out of the
neighbour's house. Manya shut the door on her cousin
hurriedly and grabbed her saree in the same motion.
She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing
the house rather quiet, she sighed in relief and
purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the idea
of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her intention and was
scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the
bathroom and locked himself in. A few minutes later he
pretended to flush the toilet and walked out of the
bathroom as if he had just finished.

He looked into the room and experienced yet another
surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up position on
the bed, covered fully by the bedsheet. The bedsheet
covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her eyes were
closed and she was huddled up under the sheet very
close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping body as
was apparent from the outline she made. Deen saw her
blue saree lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a
start when he realized that his mom was naked under
the covers and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum
stained body around his sleeping father and had
already begun to snooze. The vision was to hot for him
and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful
mother's foxiness and sheer abandonment. She knew that
her son would emerge from the bathroom but didn't
care. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she
suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin a
delicious, wholesome blowjob early in the morning
followed by extra passionate farewell kisses in naked
abandon before a half open main door. If it wasn't for
the sound of the car, they might have grabbed another
fast fuck, felt Deen. By now he had come to expect the
unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could have been the afterglow of two resounding
fucks and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep
for a full hour, cuddling her naked, well used body up
to her heavy sleeping hubby. She awoke almost
alongwith Desh, heaving her hips away from him and
looking into his eyes. Desh also looked back and
greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she
was more accustomed to his snarls and curses. Heart
leaping with a surge of joy, she leaned her head
forward to kiss him on his lips. Desh wasn't much of a
kisser and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The
normally reluctant hubby allowed his wife to take
over, but only for a while. For a full two minutes,
Manya licked and sucked her hubby's lips and tongue,
tracing wet lines all over his cheeks too. Desh felt a
charge run through his body as he realised that his
beautiful wife tasted strange and different. He felt
her breasts under the sheet and encountered their
naked glory. He gave a couple of quick squeezes which
made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often,
trying to coax an erection out of him first thing in
the morning. He also knew that she liked to sleep
naked after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was
now naked from their night's love making. But the
moment his wife reached below to cup his balls through
his night clothes, he recoiled and jumped out of the
bed

 

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chapter13
Suddenly her younger son Binu burst into the room
announcing the Holi festival with the joy that it
would be a holiday. "Mom good morning, Happy Holi", he
wished her cheerfully.

"Good morning and Happy Holi to you too dear", Manya
wished her son back, forgetting her exposed state and
still letting her concealed left hand caress her
pussy. The suddenness of her son's entry and his
involvement with the holiday diverted Manya's
attention to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As
he did every morning, he bent forward to kiss his
mother on the cheek and due to the holiday happiness,
his kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking
sound on her rosy cheeks. She had massaged all of her
cousin Dan's cum into her cheeks and with her son's
powerful kiss on them, she experienced a jolt deep
inside her which brought a fresh wave of juices into
her loins and onto her caressing fingers. Her left
hand continued to caress her wet pussy under the
covers as she returned Binu's kiss with only a
slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some friend's place for
celebrating and won't be back until late afternoon
Mom", Binu announced, half seeking her permission. His
hand sought her ass, like it normally did and that was
when Binu noticed his luscious mother's exposed body
this side of the covers. His boyish eyes nearly popped
out of their sockets and instead of kneading his
favourite ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's
exposed side fully and rushed out of the bedroom after
another peck on her forehead. Manya was about to say
yes to his half request when she was taken aback by
his act and sudden disappearance. Fully embarrassed,
she felt the blood course through her voluptuous body
at a suddenly enhanced pace. She didn't even realize
it but her hand continued to caresss her pussy, as it
did, right through the brief conversation with her
little son.

Manya went into the toilet naked the moment her
husband came out and proceeded to brush her teeth,
sitting on the toilet seat to pee at the same time.
The flow relieved her and as she bent to wash herself,
she reflected for a moment and refrained from doing
so, thinking that she'd wash her pussy and body
thoroughly after Desh left the house when she'd have
more time. Stepping out of the bathroom naked she
quickly donned her petticoat and took the same blue
transparent saree to wear since she'd have to discard
it soon before her bath. She chose a white sleeveless
low cut blouse and again wore it without a bra since
there was not much time for her bath anyway. Knowing
that her husband and kids were waiting for their
morning coffee, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen
and prepared some hot coffee in efficient time.

Deen was already ready and so was Binu, since he had
planned to leave even before breakfast. Desh normally
had his bath after his morning coffee and breakfast.
Holi celebrations began early every time since people
had to end the colour and water dunking feast atleast
by noon so as to give their coloured and drenched
bodies time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all
barriers were broken in respect of age, relationship
and sex. People mingled and revelled in applying
coloured powder and coloured water on each other to
celebrate unity and joy. The atmosphere was festive,
cheery and very physical too with both men and women
drenching each other with coloured water and also
hosing one another with water pipes. Objections and
inhibitions of any sort were simply not entertained
nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was
a day to break loose and enjoy themselves.

Her son Binu left for his friend's place after his
coffee and Deen, being less gregarious, preferred to
read in his room. Manya heard the door being banged
and realised it was the neighbourhood boys insisting
that the door be opened so that they could apply
colours on all of them. Desh found this extremely
irritating and he shouted at them to leave. Moreover
he had to bathe and leave for work. He rushed into the
bathroom, noting the time on the clock.

The boys continued to ring the bell and bang the door
while Desh was in the bath. Manya knew them all. They
were well behaved students and not one of them was
above 18 years of age. Though interaction was not
frequent, they were all quite charmed by her and she
was reasonably fond of them.

"Open up Mrs. M, today is Holi", they all yelled in
unison and excitement. "You can't escape us today ",
screamed Salman, the tallest and strongest of them as
he banged the door hard.

Manya was somewhat amused and also worried that they
may break open the door. Moreover since Desh had gone
in for his bath, he was safe from any colour
onslaught. She could probably get over with the
enthusiastic boys before he came out. Deen looked at
his mother as she rose to open the door. Her breasts
swayed in a sexy pendulous motion as she walked and
the sleeveless blouse revealed her full and well
rounded shoulders and strongly fleshed arms. Little
wisps of armpit hair flashed exotically whenever she
raised those arms. Her fully revealed midriff glowed
in all its fairness and her sexy navel opened up and
closed with every step of Manya. Her massive asscheeks
showed a saucy bounce in keeping with her sprightly
step as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like hell breaking loose. The four young
students dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as
Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the strongest went
right behind her and hugged her fully from behind in
an attempt to hold and tie her hands so that she was
immobilised. His cock rubbed against her full
asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her hands
firmly against her belly. One of them applied colour
on Manya's rosy cheeks and kept caressing it
continuously. The second guy was more aggressive as he
used both his hands to gather colour and run them
right down Manya's fleshy body right from her neck,
over her heaving boobs, all over her creamy waist,
thighs and even feet. The one caressing Manya's face
shifted his pawing to her fair and full shoulders and
the color red covered them too in no time, including
her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned
in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the time, in
half joy. Deen continued to watch in shock as the four
intruders pawed and mauled his voluptuous mother all
over under the pretext of color. The one behind her,
Salman was having a field day, digging his cock and
lower body right into Manya's wide and fleshy backside
and also bending over her face to look down so that
she didn't free her arms. Not that Manya tried hard.
Deen could also see that his squealing mother was
enjoying this attack. Her entire resistance appeared
half hearted. The youth applying colour on Manya's
front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full
minute, giving himself direct gropes of her full boobs
over her braless blouse. Manya's nipples shot to
erection and the dual pressure of the boob mauling and
the dick impact on her rear sent wild waves of lust
all over the body which was so well fucked just a few
hours ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands free.
Nor did he withdraw his dick from ramming into her ass
everytime it wriggled during her movements. His face
was over Manya's neck and Deen could swear that he saw
Salman kiss his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once
but many times. With his Mom's breasts being squeezed
on and off and her midriff getting pawed strongly,
those few minutes seemed like a powerful dream for
Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting extra
strong with his squeezing and suddenly all the action
caused the top half of her sheer saree to fall off.
There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother,
getting felt and pressed in a state of semi nakedness
displaying her breasts and belly to four horny youths
who looked like they had been waiting for such a
moment to pounce on their wet dream aunt. When the
saree fell off to reveal her breasts almost fully
through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in
front took a daring step. He dipped his hands in wet
colour and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering
breasts, fully caressing their cups and squeezing them
in short bursts so that it didn't look deliberate and
prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her
naked and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her mind
blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman
ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breath
and wet kisses around her neck and earlobes. She let
the other guy have his moments with her breasts and
belly, letting them squeeze and maul the creamy
curves. In that state of delirium she didn't even
notice the look of aroused shock on her son's face.
She had almost turned limp when the last youth who was
standing with a pail of water poured it right over
Manya's head, drenching her from head to toe. It was a
sight so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five
of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks
to gape and admire the absolute sexuality of this
beautiful woman. Fully wet, she looked like a lust
goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and
dripping in a manner which revealed the curves and
fleshy spots of her body in full glory. If it wasn't
for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen
thought that it could have been labelled as the
molestation of the century, especially since this was
conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened
the door deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the
ideal opportunity. It all took two minutes but the
effect on Deen was a lifelong source of jerk off
material. He was itching to run into the bathroom for
it but decided to wait until his sexy mother atleast
adjusted her saree. She did so, but only after waving
them all good bye in her wet and exposed glory. Again
Deen could swear that Salman had managed a quick kiss
on her lips before he left
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The four youthful marauders left her door and Manya
shut it with a mixed feeling. She was relieved that
they left before her husband came out of the bath. Yet
she felt a tingling in her loins and an ache in her
breasts from all the pawing and mauling that she
received with almost her full consent. The
simultaneous pressure of four pairs of hands and one
dick on her extra wholesome body under the pretext of
festivity did its own things to her bodily responses
and right now she had lost all the traces of satiety
which the two mind blowing orgasms with the milkman
and her cousin had given her. Instead her crotch and
pussy experienced a rejuvenated itch from all the
youthful caressing she received. The itch was now
spreading all over her inner thighs - such was the
impact of raw energy on her mature voluptuous body.
After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto
the floor, her saree still off her shoulders, her body
still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam,
the neighbourhood painter and photographer. Sam was a
sensitive and soft spoken kid next door who always had
that adulatory look in his eyes but not that raw
passion. So he had just drenched her all over without
really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his
perspective was also a bit distant and appreciative
rather than physical, which was what most people who
came into contact with Manya became.

Deen saw his mother slumping onto the floor and was
concerned.

"Mom, are you OK?", he called out and rushed to her
side. He held her bare shoulders and wondered whether
she was going to swoon. Luckily Manya was experiencing
just a passing bout of exhaustion and she looked into
her son's eyes and smiled at him, loving the fact that
he was concerned.

"Let's go to the bedroom Mom", he said as he tried to
help her to her feet. Manya allowed him to help her.
Her saree was still down and as she rose, her full
cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless
blouse brushed past his face. Deen was still on his
knees as he helped his mother to stand up and when she
finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded
in the centre of a fully open, huge midriff stared
right into his face, barely a couple of inches from
his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose
poke her navel, making Manya shudder again for a
second. Deen rose and placed his arms right around his
Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the
bedroom. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her
on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to
release her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly
exposed body. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist
flesh and its amazing elasticity and with a hardening
cock, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped
down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's face for a
second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the
bathroom door opening and rushed out of the room,
clutching his erection, leaving his father to confront
his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her
horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed,
with her saree top thrown aside, her expansive midriff
and belly spread out to any body's gaze.

Deen came out of the bath, fully dressed and was
stunned to see his half naked wife, wantonly spread
out, wet and tired on the bed. He took one look at her
lush frame and cursed. "Why the hell did you have to
open the door"? "Have you gone mad"? "Or are you
dumb"? "I'll teach those guys a lesson for breaking
into my house", he ranted.

Manya, whose hands were almost about to move towards
her pussy, got back to her senses on hearing her
husband's screams. "It's all right. They are just boys
and it's Holi. We have to be a part of the
neighbourhood at least on festive occasions. Leave
it", she reasoned.

Desh was pacified when he heard his wife's calm voice
and he bent down, gave her a quick kiss on her
throbbing lips and left for the door, uttering a loud
good bye. He would not be back until late evening.

The main door clicked shut and almost as if a signal
had been given, Manya's hand went slowly to her
crotch. It was spontaneous, built on years of
experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly
recollected the morning's adventure, dwelling a few
moments longer on Salman's vigorous thrusts on her
saree covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her
pussy through her thin saree and petticoat as she
remembered his fleeting kisses on her neck, cheeks,
earlobes and finally her lips. The finesse with which
her sexy body was manhandled by four studs, without
the slightest room for complaint left her astounded
and deep within she praised them and thanked them.
Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing
and appreciating her body of all the women in the
area.

Deen entered the bedroom after his father's departure
more to check on his Mom's condition. He needed no
further proof of her well being the moment he saw her
lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her pussy
through her saree. He heaved a sigh of relief and
slowly brought her out of her dream.

"Mom would you like to have a bath"? he asked her,
more in a whisper, close to her ear.

The pussy caressing mother slowly opened her eyes and
told her son that it may be better to wait until noon
till the entire neighbourhood is through with
celebrating Holi so that she need not take repeated
baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from
the mound she was caressing with much care. Deen left
her on the bed and noted the time. It was just half
past nine and the festival was still young. However he
headed towards his room for a bit of reading, thinking
that his Mom needed a rest.

Manya rested but only for a few minutes. She realized
that there was some washing of clothes to be done and
slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still
off her shoulders. It remained off her shoulders when
Manya picked up all the clothes from the bathroom and
shoved them into the washing machine. It remained off
her shoulders when Manya threw her white blouse of
yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained
off her shoulders when Manya contemplated whether the
saree she was wearing needed to go into the machine.
Since there were a few hours still left for her bath,
she decided not to remove her saree and clicked the
washing machine on. The sudden activation of the
machine when her hands were still on it, sent a
throbbing right through her lusty body. She sat down
next to the machine, her left hand on the machine and
the right hand inside her pussy, probing through her
saree. For a full ten minutes she caressed herself to
the electrical rhythm, thrusting her fingers right
through the garment into her soaked pussy and orgasmed
with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill moan and ran into the room,
wondering what happened. His entry was soundless and
therefore he was witness to his mother's half naked
form next to the machine, heaving and panting with the
last bursts of orgasm shuddering through her full
body. "What a horny woman", thought the amazed son of
Manya
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Chapter 15

Manya had just begun to relax from the surrogate
release she had just experienced. She heard another
ring of the door bell. Deen answered the door and came
to tell Manya that all the inmates of their lane had
organized a get together on the terrace of their
neighbouring building. A total of fifty invitees were
expected, from the families of all friends. A few
games were also planned to make the show lively. Manya
agreed to come along with Deen in tow and before
leaving she contemplated whether to change out of her
present attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi,
with the possibility of further drenching, she decided
to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be
similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself
for just a second in the mirror and saw that her
clothes stuck to her body, wetly caressing her sexy
curves and made her look rather provocative. She
quickly shook the thought from her mind reasoning that
just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering.
Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless
shoulders, she left the house alongwith her elder son
towards the next door terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the terrace were
two other families and then there was Salman. Manya
met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya's gaze
too with a twinkle in his eyes. On the terrace,
everyone's eyes were on Manya. There was hardly anyone
wet out there since most of them had come prepared for
a morning of fun and games. About twenty women and
thirty five men of all ages graced the occasion. Manya
was the prize pick amongst the women and the fact that
she came without her husband did not help matters.
Every dick on the terrace was erect within minutes of
Manya's entry, including Salman's, Sam's and her own
son Deen's.

In the first game, everyone was made to sit in a
circle and one person would run around with a
handkerchief in hand. He would drop the handkerchief
behind any person's back and that one had to discover
it, pick it up and run around until he or she dropped
it behind someone else's behind. Sam ran around first
and after three rounds dropped it behind Manya's sexy
back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking
it up and began running in a circle. As she ran, her
big breasts under the braless, sleeveless blouse,
bounced and swayed with exaggerated energy. Her wet
saree hugged her huge buttocks and they jiggled sexily
with every step she took. If viewed in slow motion,
Manya's run would have been the raunchiest run of all
time for the sheer sexual energy it conveyed. She took
three circles and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old
man ran around and again dropped it behind sexy
Manya's ass. Manya didn't notice it but she saw Deen
gesturing to her to look behind her ass. She did so
and rose with the handkerchief in hand. She ran around
and dropped it this time behind Salman. Salman was
almost expecting it. He took two rounds and again
dropped it behind Manya's lush behind. Manya rose and
began her dick stiffening run with her voluptuous body
bouncing and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all.
It was soon very clear that Manya was the dropping
target because everyone wanted to see her sexy body in
motion. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She
was hoping someone would realise. Salman did and he
suggested they play a different game called
punishment. Manya sighed and looked at him in relief
and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her
and something twitched between Manya's wet loins
again.

In this game the youngest member had to pick a name
from lots drawn and that name would have to meet with
a punishment decided by the youngest member again.
Deen being the youngest picked up a name and much to
everyone' surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He
looked at his Mom and read out the selected
punishment. "Make snacks for all fifty people in half
an hour. Select one person to help you." Flummoxed,
Manya stood speechless for a moment, wondering whom to
pick for help. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but
she decided he was not quick enough to help her in
this kind of job. Noticing Salman's bright look in her
direction, she pointed her dainty finger in his
direction. With a roar, everyone directed the couple
to the kitchen in the basement, where the items for
sandwich preparation lay. Nobody else was allowed to
enter the basement and it would mean a foul with
further punishment.

Manya and Salman rushed into the elevator in a hurry
and Salman pressed the door shut, clicking the
basement button. Deen watched in interest as he saw
his mother's fleshy posterior disappear into the lift
alongwith Salman. Her creamy back with the saree right
down to her ass was the last he saw of his juicy mom
for the next half an hour. He also saw Salman place
his hand on his mother's ass just before closing the
elevator door, as if ushering her in.

The moment the elevator door shut, Manya felt Salman's
hands grab her breasts through the braless blouse.
Without a moment's warning he proceeded to maul them,
much in the same way she experienced in the morning.
Her saree was half off and he dipped his head down to
kiss her roughly on her wet lips.

"What are you doing Salman," she hissed.

"Mrs. M, don't stop me. I have been dying to pleasure
your lovely body the day I saw you. Today you will
love it, I assure you".

"We don't have time Salman. Snacks have to be made",
she protested. her protest was meek because his
squeezing of her half exposed breasts had already
started the juice factory in her loins. A steady drip
began and her protests thereafter were merely
symbolic. Even before the elevator reached the
basement, he had her saree right off her lush body and
he ushered her out of the lift, saree in hand towards
the kitchen in the basement. There was not a soul
there as per the game. On his cell phone, he rang up
the local restaurant owned by his own family and
ordered them to deliver fifty packets of sandwiches
within twenty minutes at the basement. Putting the
phone away, he looked at her full body, clad only in
petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze
with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny
housewife by the shoulders and threw her on the
basement floor in one quick motion, raising her
petticoat over her thighs. One hand mauled her breast
while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was
aroused beyond mention in double quick time. She
spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and
flipped herself around, presenting her round, full ass
to the young stud who had pawed her so strongly this
morning. He had also agreed to help her in the game
and that made her more grateful. She bent on all fours
and shook her ass at him as if to express her
gratitude.Things happened in seconds as Salman, who
already had his dick out, positioned himself behind
the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like
there was no tomorrow. He was quite right given the
situation. Manya took his thrusts with gasps and yelps
initially. As the powerful pistoning into her pussy
assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting
louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed
into the beautiful woman who was the wet dream of the
neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted
to bury their dicks into this lusty woman's pussy and
he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands
reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon
like boobs. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in
the morning but here, he was making up with a
vengeance. Boobs and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a
rousing ten minute busrt of passion which made Manya's
head spin and cunt go wild with secretion. Her fleshy
hips and full breasts got the 'real man treatment'
from the stud and Manya screamed in lust at every
thrust of his manhood. The alarm in his cellphone rang
to signal the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman
rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly
aroused wife's lewdly presented pussy. "Bitch, take
it, " he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all
over her ass and inside her heated love nest
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Next

Chapter 16

Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless
blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the
heat of his lust. When their combined passions
receded, they heard the basement bell ring. Salman
motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up
his trousers and went to pick up the snacks which
would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on
the floor, thought she heard the voice of Salman's
father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some
decision being taken and also heard Salman mutter
loudly "Not now" "Maybe a blowjob if there's time"...
and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his pants.
Sounds of something being unpacked came from the other
side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without
delay, said "We have fifteen more minutes and my Dad
is finishing the snack arrangements. We'll not be
late."

He entered her spreadeagled pussy again missionary
style, forcing her legs up in the air. Manya was like
a rag doll in this stud's hands but she loved his
fucking. It was heavenly and hard. "What were you
telling your father"? asked Manya inbetween Salman's
humping motions.

"Nothing great. He asked whether there was time for
him to fuck you. I told him there was no time. But
maybe you can think of a blowjob can't you? he replied
rather casually. Manya nodded almost immediately and
quickly bit her tongue.

"My goodness Manya, what are you truning into", she
thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to
enjoy the second fuck Salman was throwing into her
hungry, aroused cunt. He fucked and fucked into her,
mashing her body all over and sending her into a
supercharged state of lust. Manya gave herself up to
his manly assault and continued to milk his dick with
her cunt until they both came together in a shattering
orgasm. Her second orgasm in less than thirty minutes
with a first time lover seemed so familiar,
pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she
was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no longer
strange to the adulterous woman and mother.

With just five minutes left, Salman loaded the snack
cart into the elevator and signalled to her to wrap up
and move. Sh draped her saree again over her well
fucked body and moved towards the lift. On the way she
almost instantaneously reached out towards Salman's
Dad crotch, gave it a fond squeeze and said "Your son
has got some force Dad. Is this where it all came
from?".

The old man could take it no more. Less than two
minutes were left for the couple to reappear on the
terrace. He grabbed Manya's face and gave one long,
wet kiss right on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went
limp, her hand continuously caressing his organ
through the pants. It was Salman's shout that forced
the new couple apart. Manya staggered into the
elevator, feeling hot and nasty. The elevator began
its upward movement with the snack cart and Salman,
realising that they had atleast half a minute dove
right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped
his lips straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya
gasped in astonishment for the next thirty seconds as
her young stud slurped her well fucked pussy like a
true lover. Her juices flowed in gratification and she
felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the
moment the elevator door opened and he licentious
couple staggered out to the cheers of fifty people.

Their flushed faces told a tale but only to the
discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son
Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly
fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful face
now. It was just the number of orgasms that he
couldn't guess from her horny face. The ease with
which Manya carried herself throughout the snack
session despite all that her body had been through in
the past few hours left Deen wondering and he
developed some awe for his beautiful mother's ability.

The snack session had almost reached its end when one
of the members cried out "foul foul". Everyone looked
in his direction. He was holding a restaurant tag in
his hand which he discovered stuck to the base of his
sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under
instructions to remove all traces of evidence that the
food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to
have overlooked just one packet. The error margin was
small but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering
decided a light hearted punishment for Manya, since
even getting caught was part of the game. Deen was
asked to decide on the nature of the penalty and he
told his Mom to take a skipping rope and carry out
thirty skips without a break.

Protesting with a laugh, Manya took the rope and began
skipping. Her saree was still quite damp and it stuck
to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her full,
unhindered breasts danced and jumped in tandem with
her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lusty, mind blowingly
erotic sight, watching the wet, mature woman skip in
front of an audience of fifty. Deen realised his folly
in fixing that penalty for his luscious mother. But it
was too late. Moreover the sight excited him no end.
He lost count of her skips and kept gaping, just as
everyone on the terrace did. Manya reached ten without
any problem. Slowly, the top half of her saree or
pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by
the time the sexy mother reached count fifteen, it
fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crowd in pin
drop silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous
charms of the fully exposed woman in their presence.
Her low worn saree was right at her hip bone, and the
full, huge midriff with the juicy wet navel was
ripplingly revealed. Her wholesome midriff flesh
jiggled alongwith her melon like breasts with the
nipples very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by
her ample meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look
like a woman screaming to get raped. And she was
skipping, trying to look normal because any stopping
would mean that she would have to start skipping all
over again. Deen was aghast with arousal and he
suddenly shouted " thirty", not knowing whether she
actually skipped thirty times or not. Nobody objected
and the game was over, leaving every male organ on the
terrace aching and throbbing. The voluptuous mother
heaved a sigh of relief and readjusted her pallu and
waited as people came back to normalcy from that
intensely erotic sight they had witnessed. Deen's
heart was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled
and aroused too. His sexy mother was on show and it
was all carried on as a game. There could have been no
better sight for a voyeur and he stored these images
away in his mind for later use.

To break the ice after that lusty display by Manya,
someone suggested that they all go to the large water
tank on the yard below for some final dunking. Water
dunking was usually the last item in a Holi
celebration. On the way down many women sympathised
with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected
to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and
games. Some were awestruck too by the sheer sexuality
she had projected. Salman's mother came across to her
and said "Manya my dear, if I had an ass like yours, I
would keep Salman's father at home whole day". Manya
looked up at her with just a mild sense of guilt and
smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a gentle squeeze
to Manya's enormous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the older
people. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing
for their brittle bones. Many of the women were also
dunked, with utmost care and sobriety. A few teenage
girls were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to
scream, following which they were dunked again. Deen
however didn't think of those girls. He waited with a
thumping heart because he knew his voluptuous mother's
turn was almost due. It was Salman's father who took
the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into
the tank when nobody else was in it. Fifty pairs of
eyes took in Manya's wet, drippingly voluptuous form
as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her
saree stuck to her full curves and the rear portion
dug into her ass crevice giving a clear picture,
removing any sense of mystery about Deen's mother's
ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pool
and her full body rippled and glowed, especially her
fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of water in her
deep navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their
tongues out. Pin drop silence hung in the air again.
Deen could however hear a resident mutter to himself,
clutching his crotch, "Desh is a lucky bastard." The
man standing next to him also heard him and he added a
rejoinder, "Yup! Imagine going to bed daily with that
hot piece of ass. She's built for fucking man."
"I wonder if he's giving her all the cock she needs",
snarled another man.
"Yup, I agree, this hot Momma wouldn't be displaying
herself this way if hubby dear was doing his job".
"Just look at her. She won't mind it if she gets
dryhumped right here", said another horny middleaged
man, not noticing Deen's presence
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Chapter 17

Deen digested this vulgarity with a mixed sense of
anger and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw
little wrong in the ultimate physical expression of a
mental urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would
take it if all the men in the neighbourhood made a
beeline for her when her husband was away. Even as he
was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again.
The moment she rose from the tank, Salman himself
carried her by her full waist and dunked her all over
again. She squealed this time, liking the familiarity
of his strong hands and even managed to drag him too
into the tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around
in the pool, staggering to regain ground. In the
process their bodies met, his crotch against her
ample, wet ass. It was only for a few seconds, but it
caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too.
Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the total
fondness the couple in the tank were displaying. The
woman being his mother added a fiery spark to his
thinking. For the next five minutes he watched and
heard his squealing mother as man after man carried
her and dunked her with regularity, some of them doing
it more than once. He saw Salman's father discretely
pawing his Mom's wet assglobes even as he was throing
her lusciously wet body into the tank. Deen saw that
gradually the men were freely groping and grabbing his
sexy mother with every passing minute. The fact that
she was only squealing in delight added to his weird
thrill. He loved to see her pleasured just as much as
she loved being pleasured. The festival gave full
opportunity to the sex starved wife to lower her
defences and she was taking full advantage of it, to
the extreme arousal of her son. The robust gripping
and pawing of his mother's full hips, exposed waist
and half exposed breasts gave the proceedings a rape
like resemblance but not for the voyeur son. When the
men started taking a few extra liberties on her still
unaware self, Manya felt that familiar tingle in her
loins. This was not the place to give in to her urges.
She struggled out of the last man's groping hands and
went towards Sam, whose apartment was the nearest in
the building. The festivities were as good as complete
and people were clearing up.

"I need to pee Sam, and dry up a bit, she asked him.

Sam's eyes took in her wholsome, well stacked form and
licking his lips, he led her into his house. Deen's
eyes followed his mother's wet ass, which could have
as well been naked. But it was lustier than naked and
hornier than nude in that tightly clinging wet saree.
He felt that he may like to give it a thorough
spanking till she yelped
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Chapter 18

Sam as he was affectionately called by friends was
actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist.
He looked at Manya with his deep eyes taking in every
ounce of her wet and lightly trembling body. The
tremble was caused on account of the light breeze
caressing her wet skin. He led Deen's mother inside
his apartment and guided her to the bathroom. His
parents were still involved in the winding up of the
morning's activities and could take another half an
hour. Recognizing Manya's urgency to take a pee and
her equally urgent need to rid herself atleast of the
drip in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told
her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for
her hair. Manya tread softly on the carpet, hoping the
colour water drip from her juicy body would not damage
the carpet. Her whole body was coated in red,
including her face. If she were to make a first
appearance in this manner, none would recognize her by
face. But now everyone in the area would recognise her
by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her
flaring ass with the big butt cups. Almost all the men
would recognize her blindfolded by feel too, going by
the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she
had become the neighbourhood wet dream and yet she
maintained her own aura and control over things,
managing to make everyone feel exclusive and special.
In short nobody would fuck and tell on Manya. Nobody
wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The whole house was silent as Manya entered the
bathroom and left the door open for Sam to bring the
dryer later. She could have shut it and opened it when
he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her
saree around her waist, she sat with her naked
asscheeks on the toilet. As she was peeing, she also
twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping
water from it and placed it around her knees in front,
bunched up, but covering her thighs over the toilet
seat. Then she removed the saree pallu from her
shoulders and squeezed it too, draining all the water
from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a
throbbing in her loins. This time the throbbing
relaxed only the pee pressure but retained the other
pressure - the pressure of her accumulated horniness.
The entire morning she was fondled, squeezed and
dunked into water and also experienced the
exhibitionistic thrill of being on display during the
little games. The whole series of events where she was
treated as a pure lust object, but under the overall
garb of dignity gave her a licentious thrill. The two
robust fucks given by Salman did gratify her senses
but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling.
Moreover she got horny all over again during the skips
where she felt fifty pairs of eyes simply boring into
her luscious form. She did consider stopping when her
pallu had dropped, but in a wicked burst of horniness,
she had continued. The dozens of hands that had felt
her wet body up at the water tank only served to
stimulate her desires higher and higher and she was
fighting a valiant battle not to let her arousal show.
Doing all this in front of her son Deen did bother her
for a minute but she was sure that he would understand
it was all part of the celebrations. Her peeing
moments were also moments of sexual introspection and
as the last few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy
pussy, she felt decidedly horny and awakened.

In a bid to rise and flush the toilet, she attempted
to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless
shoulders, when Sam's sudden entry with the dryer made
her drop the saree in her hand out of surprise. She
lay seated on the toilet seat, saree spread around her
thighs, toilet seat and reaching the floor. Her chest
was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her
beautiful breasts through the damp, thin blouse. They
were swaying all over the place in near total exposure
all morning and even her hardened nipples were
titillatingly exposed to the world. But now in the
silence of his bathroom, with two blouse buttons off,
their generous cleavage made a mouth watering sight,
as did Manya's awkward pose on the toilet seat in an
even more awkward condition of having pissed and not
flushed the toilet. She couldn't rise now, since Sam
had already entered the bath and it would look
embarrassing. She waited for Sam to understand her
predicament and perhaps leave. She also noted the
curious look in his eyes and followed their gaze to
look at her own chest and boobs. She gasped when she
saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking
right out of her blouse. The whole area from below her
breasts down to six inches beneath her navel was fully
open, with the smooth, fleshy curves forming a gentle
fold around her waist. The fold was very arousing and
Sam's artistic mind visualized a picture of how
beautifully that waist could be photographed in
various flimsy costumes.

"I'm sorry Mrs. M, I should have knocked", he
stuttered. "I came to help you dry your hair", he
said.

"You came to hand me the dryer or to help me dry my
hair", smiled Manya at his confusion, forgetting that
she had not adjusted her saree pallu.

"Well whatever you say Mrs. M, "said Sam, surprised at
his own boldness and struggling to control his
erection. Manya looked so delectable and sexy on the
toilet seat and the delicacy of the situation added to
the lustiness.

Manya looked cursorily at his crotch and smacked her
lips. She also liked boys who fumbled sometimes. They
looked cute. Here Sam was not only cute but the look
of pure adulation in his eyes was touching. She
understood the effect she was having on him with her
lewd posture. "You can dry my hair if you feel like it
Sam," she said much to his amazement.

Sam took up her offer and went behind Manya, dryer in
hand. He activated it and turned the blower towards
her jet black hair. Manya made no change either to her
sitting posture or her state of dress. She was still
sareeless at the top, displaying her full breasts and
stiff nipples very generously to Sam, as a reward for
his effort. Sam's dick came into near contact with
Manya's head when he bent and ran the blower, holding
her thick hair in his hands in artistic appreciation.
The artist in him really rose to the occasion. He
could have carried on doing it forever and nearly got
lost in his job. His dick hitting the side of Manya's
face jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already
aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely
difficult to sit idle with all the throbbing in her
pussy, which was halfway into the loo. Her hand was
placed at the lowest possible level on her abdomen and
Manya was pained that she couldn't reach upto her now
dripping cunt. The pressure of Sam's dick occasionally
on her face was not helping matters at all since the
horny housewife was once again getting driven to
desperation. Her breathing turned heavy. Sam's hands
were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he
looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her
rising bosom and broad hips drove him to madness. The
dirty posture, the unflushed toilet, the unwashed
pussy and the horny mother of his friend, all made up
a mindblowing source of dick tension for Sam. He
switched off the dryer and caressed Manya's head.
Manya was indeed waiting for some such initiative. She
always did wait for the man to make the first move.
She hated saying no to someone with initiative.
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Chapter 18

The moment Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his hands
over to her full breasts and mauled them over his
hands. She unhesitatingly reached below her body and
yanked out her saree all the way up to her waist. Two
hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot
and bothered and the moment had come to extinguish
some of it. As Sam's hands kneaded her breasts in
steady rhythm she moaned out long and ardently. Sam
understood the absolute need of this well mauled
mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was able to
take all that robust treatment and brazen exposure in
the morning. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his
fly and rubbed his dick all over her moaning face. She
sobbed in arousal and on seeing the rock hard cock
dangling before her eyes, she greedily gulped it down
and proceeded to suck and lick it, doing more sucking
than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her pussy
began to cream and drip half way into the loo
alongwith her lush ass. She dragged herself up and
stood lewdly with her legs apart on either side of the
commode. Sam understood her intent and quickly reached
behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet seat
cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat
there and raised her legs. Sam spread them apart and
gaped at the glistening cunt before him, the pussy
juices having superimposed themselves on her urine
smell. The mixture was rather heady and he dipped his
head down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer
lips in the process. Manya thrust her hips upwards in
seething lust and gripped his head, dragging it into
her boiling cunt. It was a vulgar sight of the horny
housewife with her back on the toilet seat and her
legs and hips wrapped around her teenage lover's head,
high in the air. She felt a gnawing in her loins and
she lowered her snatch from his face and spread her
thighs wantonly on the seat in a half reclining pose.
Sam needed no further invitation and he simply shoved
his bursting cock into the horny mother's inviting
cunt. The two of them started rapidly fucking each
other. Sam wanted to please the voluptuous mother as
much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with
deliberate thrusts, making sure that maximum
penetration was achieved. He went on for a full five
minutes before his teenage enthusiasm could not hold
it any more. Manya could feel him cumming.

"Take it out, cum on my face", she hissed. "On me, On
me, " she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the last second
and sprayed Manya's face with his young seed.The first
spurt hit her like a slap, the second like a stroke,
the third like a caress and the fourth like a drop of
rainfall. All spurts ended up messing up her face and
she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful
features. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The whole horny encounter took just half an hour and
they both realized the need to move out before his
parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya
to tidy up. Manya looked at her face and saw that
rubbing Sam's cum into her face had removed much of
the red color and her face was clearer and more
recognizable than before. She decided there was no
time to wash her face. There was no time to wash her
pussy either and she simply downed her saree and
walked daintily out towards the main door. As she was
leaving the door, she saw Sam's parents coming towards
their apartment. She paused to thank them for using
their toilet. Deen was with them too. Deen could only
speculate about the possibilities of his mother's
adultery in the last half an hour but couldn't exactly
put his finger on it. He was however happy that she
could atleast wash her face a bit. She looked fresher
and radiant after the color was off. Of course she
glowed and glowed.

With his luscious, lusty mother still clad in that
licentious blue saree clinging damply to her huge
buttocks, her butt crack clearly highlighted and her
entire back bare, right from the bottom of her thin
blouse to the upper butt flare, Deen led her back to
their home next door. He did not notice Salman give
one fond, fleeting squeeze to his Mom's well used ass.
He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped
over a stone on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi festival was
over, they were in for a surprise. The moment they
entered their gate, they were blasted with a strong
spray of water, which didn't stop for about one full
minute. They couldn't make out the sprayer but Deen
could vaguely make out the tall and athletic form of
his best buddy Prem, whom he had invited over. Since
Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could
liven up the day. Prem missed the activities next door
but managed to come late to wish them. And what a
sight he saw. It was a purely harmless intention when
he hosed them both and it was quite the done thing on
Holi. But on seeing the state of his friend's mother
after the drenching, his dick shot up in no time and
he stood speechless, staring at the overwhelming burst
of curves on the sexy woman before him. Deen noticed
both his friend's astonishment and his arousal. He was
aroused himself, as was the entire neighbourhood over
the ample body of his horny mother, revealingly
drenched, with no apparent effort at modesty on her
part.

Manya didn't know how to respond to the fresh
drenching received, this time from her son's best
buddy. Prem was tall and athletic and many a time
Manya wished that one of her sons would be like Prem,
strong and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled,
he would one day make some woman very happy. Maybe
women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning
herself to her soaking, she welcomed Prem in and
decided to prepare lunch for all. Prem and Deen
followed the lushly endowed woman into the house,
discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge
back, almost all of which was exposed by the
swoopingly low saree and the few inches of blouse
cover at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy,
well used ass inside and Manya thought that before
trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the food
preparation. But before she could put her thought into
action, she heard the noise of boys screaming. Looking
out she saw that it was Binu returning home, not alone
but with four of his friends, all aged 12. They were
wild and joyous like all boys of that age and seemed
hell bent on dragging others into their gaiety. She
looked on in amused happiness as they first pounced on
Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying
him with a little water sprinkler on his face. Prem
allowed them indulgently and accepted all their
antics. Their next target was Deen and they simply
pounced on him because he was their best friend's own
brother and not a stranger like Prem. One of them
smothered his face, while another climbed onto his
back and held him for others to spray water with their
spouts. Deen was helpless for a full two minutes, but
didn't want to shout at the kids. The moment they were
through with Deen, they turned their attention to
their best friend's mother. A greater surge of
familiarity and affection surged forth in all of them.
The four of them first ran into her full body,
smothering her and hugging her wherever they could
encircle their hands. Their heads nuzzled her bosom
repeatedly, while their hands kept circling and
hugging her naked waist and back. Two of them withdrew
to caress her face with colour. Manya bent a little
lower to enable them to reach her face. Two boys
concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted features,
running their colour coated hands in designs around
her cheeks, nose and neck. Within a few seconds Manya
felt her saree top fall off while she was bent. She
held the saree pallu one hand without covering herself
up because the insistent boys did not give her the
time to do it. She wanted to be through with this
quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and bent in her thin, braless
and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously
delicious sight for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at
Prem to note whether he had observed. He saw Prem
ogling, with a strong gaze and also saw Prem's dick
stiffening in his tight jeans. Almost all of her
breasts popped out of the blouse and they hung like
juicy fruits for the plucking. Her smiling face
retained its smile when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom
from behind her slightly bent form. His hands sought
her exposed belly button and his crotch thrust warmly
into his favourite asscheeks. His color coated hands
fingered her navel from behind an he continued to
finger it till he was satisfied that it was filled
with red color. Manya gasped in titillation at this
stroking and the pressure of his warm body against her
ass. Binu moved his hands from his Mom's big navel and
ran them all over her creamy belly and exposed portion
of her hips. That was a lot of flesh and area to cover
if he had to color it fully. He ravished his mother's
body with his joyous, festive touch, but the touch for
Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting,
especially since she had to retain a smile while two
others were stroking her face and even coated her rosy
lips in red. That brought yet another gasp from the
aroused woman and she struggled to maintain normalcy
in body language. Prem and Deen were watching all this
with aching groins and with the blood simply pumping
their veins. Deen thought that he would burst a blood
vessel. He shifted behind a wooden cabinet in the room
and started stroking his dick from outside, hidden by
the piece of furniture. In an equally randy state was
the strong Prem who couldn't take any longer and he
too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both friends
looked at each knowing and understanding the other's
condition. Deen also felt he had an inkling of the
future.
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Chapter 19

The two friends watched Manya's ripe body being felt
up in childlike glee and also felt that her laughter
was turning hoarser by the minute. It was clear that
all the attention on her body was turning her very
horny. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved
away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya
squealed and looked in mild anger towards her son, but
to her discomfort two other kids who couldn't reach
Manya's face now took over the vacancy created by
Binu. Now two pairs of hands were squeezing the sexy
mother's massive midriff from behind in full, absolute
frenzy, but the horny woman could do nothing because
they were kids and most certainly had no sexual
intentions. She allowed them to feel and color her and
relaxed her body. The moment she did that, she felt
three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and
his friend could spray water on Manya. At that moment,
as fate would have it, Manya tripped and fell
backwards. She fell with a thud on her big ass and lay
flat on the floor, saree flung away from her chest,
her nipples, breasts, the entire midriff almost upto
her bush fully revealed to the world. She writhed
around first and tried to rise but all five boys chose
that moment to take out their plastic water sprinklers
and spray water on her lush, exposed body.Deen and
Prem were aghast and Prem thought he heard a painful
groan from his friend. He looked down to see Deen had
dampened the front of his trousers a bit and seemed to
be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye
to save embarrassment for both. Instead he turned to
the sight before him.

The luscious body of the housewife was writhing
obscenely on the floor while five boys simultaneously
sprayed water all over her. She didn't even scream or
shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking
in the rain on her face, breasts, waist, belly and
thighs. The boys soaked her with gusto, one of them
catching her right on her pussy. Since the spray was
strong and focused, Manya let out a moan. Her cunt was
already dripping for the last few minutes and mingled
with the wetness of their sprinkling and the dampness
of her saree. Binu, her son was aiming his spray right
at her navel and he kept the spraying until the water
was over. The sight was outrightly vulgar and Deen
imagined and likened it to five heated dicks
ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well
fucked body. He was out of control now and so was
Manya. The five kids including Binu may not have
understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and
he was convinced that if there was one woman in the
world who needed to be fucked into oblivion, it was
sexy Manya. He made a silent vow to do it. Deen knew
Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and
prayed that this game would be over before she creamed
her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the boys ran out of water and left the place,
singing out their thanks and good byes. The youngest
of them even helped a panting, writhing Manya to her
feet, his hands around her shoulders, and his dick
pressing into her face. Even here Manya was not spared
and her moan was muffled by the thrusting of a child
dick into her face. Her mouth accidentally hit the
boy's crotch and to her utter shock, Manya felt an
erection against her beautiful face. Her eyes flared
and her body throbbed in half naked excitement and
confusion.

"Thanks and bye, Aunt Manya", said the boy as he left
the place, leaving a shell shocked, lewdly exposed
Manya with her son and his best friend. Deen felt she
looked like she would be raped any minute by just
about anybody, man or beast in that state and attire.

The intense sexual repercussions of hours of exposure
and body groping turned the horny mother of two into a
mass of supercharged flesh, that would catch fire if
the heat in her dripping loins was not cooled. Her
boobs were trembling on their own accord and her heavy
hips heaved about gently as if the weight of lust was
too much. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly
drenched body and she could hear herself sobbing in
enormous unsatisfied lust. Deen was stunned and he
went over to hold his mother by her over aroused
shoulders. The intense heat which emanated from her
body almost made him recoil in shock. Her face wore a
mask of lust as she looked up in a sexual haze. Deen
decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the doctor. Please be with Mom
until I return", he said and bolted out of the house.
After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed
into her eyes. His strong powerful look and her lust
charged needy look met in a perfect exchange. She was
quivering when he held her by the waist. His manly
grip made her shudder and she went limp in Prem's
arms. Holding her by her hips, he made her kneel on
the floor, removing her saree in one single motion. No
words were said as he looked at her. She gave him back
a glassy look. No words were needed too. He brought
out his huge cock and placed it at the entrance of her
slushy cunt. His hands held her by her full and hot
breasts. The overall heat in her body amazed him even
in his own horny state. He withdrew his dick from
Manya's pussy after an initial probe. He heard her
whimper, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him.
The bitch needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to
give it.

For the next ten minutes, Prem ploughed, pistoned and
rammed his huge cock in and out of the horny Manya's
steamy twat. Her voluptuous body jerked and vibrated
under his tremendous onslaught. He was simply ravaging
her wet and willing hole. She began to wail and scream
and continued her high pitched response to his steady,
hot strokes into her dynamite cunt. Loud guttural
sounds came from the horny mother as her son's best
friend balled the hell out of her lusty, stacked body.
Every inch of her lush figure responded to this
explosive fucking. His hands mauled her already well
mauled boobs. But she felt the grip and heat to be so
wild, that she felt her nipples may burst out of her
soft and firm mounds. She thrust her lush, hot
posterior back at his cock begging him with moans and
beckoning him deeper with hoarse grunts. It was mating
of the highest intensity and Manya was getting balled
like never before in her own house, by her son's pal
and with the main door right open. They didn't notice
or care. The fucking continued in its illicit
intensity till the horny mother felt the first flood
of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing
rhythm, he timed his release to co terminate with the
voluptuous wife's own serial orgasms. He shot loads
and loads when he came. Manya felt her whole insides
being washed with his potent seed and her pussy
continued to throb and clutch fiercely at his
ejaculating cock for five more minutes. She had never
known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been
fucked this well by a cock of this size.

The stud slowly withdrew his dick from his friend's
mom's pussy and heard her sob in regret. He realised,
even though the horny Manya didn't, that the main door
was open. It was left open deliberately by Deen
himself. He had to sneak back. He knew that what his
wildly aroused mother needed was not a doctor but a
good strong fucker. Which was why he called Prem over
in the first place. He sighed and looked down. His
dick hung limp, much to his relief. He had jacked off
thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton act of
adultery. He saw his own mother getting the fucking of
her life. And she got fucked doggie style, like a true
bitch in heat.
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Chapter 20

The adulterous wife stirred gently, her naked lower
body pressed against her young lover's, in a sideways
embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed
fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her
full body by people of all ages had carried her lust
to a summit when she was sprawled wet on the ground
before her sons, writhing more out of horniness than
any need to escape their drenching of her voluptuous
body. She opened her eyes and looked into Prem's eyes,
unaware that her son Deen was in the background,
unobserved but watching every movement of theirs.
Manya looked into Prem's deep eyes and a wave of
gratitude flooded her insides. He was her knight in
shining armour who gave her what she craved more than
anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto,
in a manner she had never known before. She felt his
dick still inside her drenched cunt and while stirring
noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at
this discovery of his youthfulness and kissed him
softly on his eyes, licking some of the beads of
sweat, her hands holding his head, while she felt him
doing the same to her face. Prem licked Manya all over
her face, his lips dabbing at her cheeks, neck and
eyes, while his hands hugged her juicy body even
harder to himself in a strong gesture of take over.
Manya was gladdened at this display of warmth and she
purred her acceptance by thrusting her lush pelvic
region even closer into him, feeling his cock begin a
hardening process while her juices began to spread
over it. Deen, who had watched his friend give his Mom
her hardest ever fuck, took their stirring to be a
sign of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out
of the house and return after a while so that his
absence continued to be justified and more because he
didn't want to be caught in the house in this
situation, which he knew would be awkward for all.
Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily
sneaked out, taking one last look at his mother's
luscious asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem,
while her face was being kissed deeply in what he
thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the place,
leaving the door as it was.

Feeling Prem's dick begin to stab into her pussy,
Manya arousal was back into reckoning. She twisted her
lower body, as if trying to readjust the positioning,
when her head fell sideways, making her notice the
almost fully open door. Alarmed but not showing any
suddenness in reaction, she relaxed her body against
his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing
the beautiful mature lady's concern, decided to close
the door. He rose to do so, for which he had to
withdraw his erect dick from her sloppy pussy. The
sudden emptiness made the horny Manya sigh and sob but
she waited with flaring eyes for him to close the
door. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse,
the only piece of garment which she had on. Prem
closed the door and turned to the naked, waiting
mother. He walked slowly across the room, his hard
dick swaying gently, hitting his abdomen with every
step. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked,
wanton woman on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a
sofa and continued to look at Manya, with a twinkle in
his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled
across the room towards him, her lush body taking five
turns to reach him, each turn highlighting her ample
asscheeks in the most obscene manner imaginable. She
reached the sofa and looked up for her eyes to meet
his throbbing dick. Reaching out, she held it by her
hand, using its hardness to rise and face him. Even
Prem was stunned at this act by his friend's mother.
Manya kept stroking his cock and brought her generous
asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem's
dick entered with a swishing sound, making the hot
housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his
head lovingly, while he held his hands up to squeeze
and mash her juicy breasts in a clockwise motion,
occasionally letting his fingers tweak her nipples.
Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling
into a heaving up and down motion on the hard cock,
feeling it poke and reach right upto her belly. His
stiffness facilitated great passage for the sexy
woman's thrusts and she did so in slow and continuous
motions, building up a delicious yet searing rhythm.
Her son's best friend had pleasured her so well and
she was doing her bit in return, in the process
helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well
orchestrated sex lasted five slow, loving minutes
where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that
their bodies seemed like parts of one entity and
looked complete only when entwined together. When Prem
spurted, the spurts were long and deep, each spurt
being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly
shortening burst. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a
chest deep tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing
her off balance, but allowing her to savour the
strength, grip and sheer joy of physical bonding with
her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his eyes and
felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely
fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen
was such a good friend of his. He looked like a boy
with strong interiors and discretion. When he kissed
her there was passion, and there was also care. The
satiated mother suddenly wondered whether she would
feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The thought
made her shiver but she realized that there was little
to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her
regularly but never on the lips. Deen hardly ever
kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near
when Binu would kiss her on the lips. He was
aggressive and he was physical. On her part she would
stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything
that would mar their adoloscent growth and send
discordant impulses about sexuality. They had to learn
about sex the natural way and they had to learn about
sexual propriety also the natural way, even if it was
a bit delayed and at the cost of her own discomfort.
All her life, she never said no to a hug and never
refused an advance from decent males. For her sons she
believed that the greatest discipline was self
discipline. But deep within she felt that she may have
to play a role in Deen's realization. He was too
silent, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya prayed
that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of
asking Prem but looking at his big hands on her sweaty
breasts and his dick half out of her ravished pussy,
she decided that the moment was later.

The time was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said
goodbye and left the house, leaving Manya naked on the
sofa, contented and smiling. She went naked to the
door and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the
day's mindblowing series of events. There could not
have been a better day for her lush, sex starved body.
She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin,
fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before
the entire neighbourhood and been felt and groped well
by atleast thirty horny males of all ages throughout a
wet morning. Following that, she had been given a
weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now
Prem completed her day with two of the most robust
fucks her needy body had ever been given. The
marvellous thing about it all was that none of her
ravishers made her feel slutty about the whole thing.
She still felt she was in command. "Was the day
complete"? she wondered with a grin. It was only two
in the afternoon

 

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Chapter 21

Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a little
later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse
and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped
them for wash finally and with a sigh, examined her
nude body in the mirror. Her luscious breasts hung
like ripe fruits on her broad, fair chest and as she
moved her hands over them she stroked them casually
and went further down her expansive waist and belly.
Her fingers stopped at her belly button. For a second
she dug into it gently as if to ascertain and discover
what was it that made her son Binu so enamoured by it.
The moment her finger stroked inside its depths, she
felt a moistening in her loins and a throb right down
from her lower abdomen. She could feel her pussy come
alive and the impulses almost carried upto her navel.
She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if
aching for further probing. Amazingly, her navel
looked like a pussy to her, displaying the same wanton
openness and craving. Now is this what her son loved
to explore, she thought with a sense of surprise, but
not with any alarm. She was never alarmed by someone
wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it was
Deen. Having no time to dress, she took a biggish
towel and wrapped it around her full, naked form and
went to open the door. Along the way, as was her
habit, her right hand, wound its way under the towel
to caress her pussy, which had plenty of Prem's cum on
it. It was nice to feel the ooze and she slipped
nearly half her finger inside her twat, to gather all
the wetness. Before any serious probing could begin
she reached the door and opened it with her left hand,
removing her right hand from her pussy at the same
time. She saw Deen with two bags.

"Mom, I brought lunch for all of us, since it was
getting late", announced Deen.

Manya gushed fondly at his thoughfulness and
instinctively reached out to caress his face with her
right hand.

"Thank you dear", she whispered as her hand brushed
his cheek, caressing it for a few moments.

Deen felt the sharpness of the odour from his mother's
hand and inhaled, confused over its source. "Your hand
smells funny Mom, what's it?", he asked, entering the
room and placing the bags on the dining table.

Getting a start, Manya fumbled for a minute before
replying "Oh, it was the soap I was trying to get open
for washing clothes when you rang the bell".

"You must be hungry Mom, let's have food. Binu will
come later", said Deen, spreading out the plates and
beginning to serve out the hot Chinese food into two
plates.

Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly
ate for the next ten minutes, not at all surprised at
how hungry they were.There was no mention about the
doctor Deen had left the house to call. On finishing,
Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and
rose to wash her hands. Deen watched her movements
with interest, particularly observing her huge
asscheeks jutting out at the base of her hips and
stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked
creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse
and the exposed area from her knees to her bare feet
served a horny reminder of the day's events and the
high octane action his mother's lush body had been
subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trousers
as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung
to a surprised attention when she said "I'm going to
bathe Deen and I'll call you when I need to get my
back scrubbed. I need help to get the color fully
off".

"Sure Mom," he mumbled, not sure whether his mother
noticed the lump in his throat.

Manya turned on the shower and for the first time
since the previous day, began to enjoy a full fledged
bath. She felt the water cascade over her bountiful
breasts and flow teasingly all over her body, lots of
it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her passions
and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and
relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her well
ravished, glowing form and for a full ten minutes she
revelled in the twin pleasures offered by the strong
shower and her own rubbing. She couldn't say that she
missed having a bath with all the merciless dunking
she received that morning, but that dunking was
agitating for her creamy body. The bath now was
actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her face
with a naughty smile and suddenly remembered that her
back needed cleaning and she couldn't reach it to wash
the colour away.

"Deen could you please come and help me", she called
out through the half open door. She had left the door
open for Deen to come in later, but was herself naked
during her luxurious bath. Deen was ogling his
mother's nakedly glorious body through the vertical
slit at the corner of the door and the moment she
called out, he entered just in time to see her wrap
her towel around her waist and turn her back towards
him. Deen kept looking at Manya's wide wet back with
the soft flesh around her flaring waist. She had tied
the towel almost at the beginning of her asscrack. Her
back was red from all the colour, except in small
patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached
out with his soaped hands to touch her at the waist,
his hands getting drawn to the sexy folds on either
side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the
touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go
straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him
for scrubbing her back. Not wanting to rebuff him, she
let him hold her by her naked waist for a while,
before whispering "My back Deen. Remove all the red
from it".

Nodding with a flush, he moved his hands, initially
along her sides and moved to her back only when he
nearly reached her melon like full breasts. Manya had
her hands across her chest and submitted herself to
his hands as he went about rubbing her naked back all
over. He repeatedly soaped certain reddish areas where
the colour didn't come off easily. Manya didn't feel
anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own
feelings. It was only towards the end of his
successful scrubbing of his mom's lush back that his
hands got slower and slower and his breathing heavier.
The sexy mother felt her son's breath on her naked,
wet back and decided that she needed to do something
to cool him. She quickly turned on the shower and the
spray of cool water wet both mother and son as they
stood within a foot of each other, Deen holding his
Mom's back, unable to hold his erection. He was
drenched too within no time and heard his mother's
full laughter.

"How's the reward for your efficient work?" she
laughed, still with her back to him.

Deen forced a laugh onto himself and asked his Mom to
now dry up so that he could take his bath and remove
the colour from his body. Manya gallantly offered to
return the favour and do her son's back. With a sense
of glee, Deen stripped off his shirt and presented his
back to his Mom. With the shower still running, Manya
soaped her hands into a rich lather and started
rubbing her son's slender back, totally naked at the
top. Deen had his back to his semi nude mother as she
continued to treat his back to a half rub and half
caress. Her sizable breasts swayed with the effort and
on several occasions Deen could feel them getting
pressed lightly onto his back. He shuddered at the
impact and his dick felt that it would burst right out
of his pants. He couldn't see his mother's breasts but
could feel their ripeness pressing into him now and
then. Manya realised it too but only after her basic
endeavour of cleaning her son's back was completed.
She stood right behind him while the colour was
cleaned right off his back by the pouring water and
telling him to remain with his back to her, left the
room in her wet towel and closed the bathroom door
with a slightly thumping heart. She wondered whether
she had done the right thing by bathing her son
topless. She gave up wondering since it was too late
to wonder. Deen however, was soaping his dick, trying
to clean off the massive load of sperm he had shot off
within a minute of his Mom's departure from the bath.
The electric proximity of her juicy, naked body was
too much for his dick.Slowly Deen completed bathing
and after drying himself thoroughly, stepped out of
his Mom's bathroom and announced that he was going to
his room.

Manya had dried herself fully, except for her thick
black hair. She sat on the bed, still nude drying her
hair. Hearing Deen finish his bath, she slipped naked
under the bedsheet and watched as her son made his way
out of the bedroom. From the corner of his eye, Deen
could see the thin bedsheet barely covering the top of
his Mom's big breasts
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Chapter 22

After her son's departure from her bedroom, the horny
mother decided that her well used body needed a rest
and she stretched out as she was on the bed. She drew
the bedsheet fully around her and lay on her back,
inviting a bout of sleep. The bedsheet was not
transparent but it was thin and highlighted every
curve and mound of her wholesome body. Manya could not
make out the impact on the viewers, so she slept,
contented that she was fully covered and relaxed with
the knowledge that her husband was due only at half
past five and there was no knowing when Binu would
return. During her sleep, there were several images
that teased her and the one that lingered most was,
surprisingly the scene where she was skipping in front
of her entire neighbourhood, her saree top totally off
and her huge midriff and bouncy breasts jerking male
dicks to aroused attention. She felt wicked and her
hand automatically sought her fertile bush, moving
slowly to her pussy. She rested it there as sleep
overtook her tired body. In the other room, Deen too
had the same images of his wet and voluptuous mother
skipping half exposed before thirty hot and panting
males. But his dream was a bit extended. It ended up
in his wanton mother getting fucked by all of them.

Manya slept without realising the passage of time and
was woken up abruptly by the shrill ring of the
doorbell. Her breasts were half out of the bedsheet
and the sheet itself was around her upper thighs. She
quickly downed the bedsheet to cover her feet fully
and lay back again when she heard Deen answer the
door. Her hand still remained on her juicy pussy and
having been awakened, it began a slow caressing motion
almost on its own. She heard her husband Desh come in
and also heard father and son exchange some
conversation. Five minutes later Desh came into the
bedroom and shut the door. He looked down at the bed
and at his beautiful wife, without the slightest clue
of her energetic day until then. He thought she looked
particularly ravishing with her hair spread out, the
thick strands fully covering the pillow and her face
glowing out like a full moon. Her lips looked fuller
and her cheeks shone, making her look very desirable.
He couldn't make out that Manya was caressing her
pussy under the sheets. It was her face that
captivated the husband. It looked dreamy in her
drowsiness and it radiated health like never before.
Her lips were pink and full and the bedsheet exposed
her neck and upper breasts. She looked a dream as she
lay breathing heavily, looking into his eyes with a
half smile. She observed her advancing husband with a
tug in her loins which made her cup her pussy harder.
She was wet again. She saw her hubby unzip and fully
remove his pants with underwear. Her eyes lit up as he
saw his dick move a notch upwards into semi erection.
Both husband and wife were silent as his dick came
closer and closer to her almost angelic face. With her
hand caressing her soaked pussy, Manya opened her
mouth as Desh roughly thrust his semi erect cock into
his wife's mouth. She slurped and sucked while he
stood over her reclined form which was naked under the
sheet. He stood idle, playing with her hair as his
lovely wife proceeded to gobble his dick right upto
his balls, attemting to induct some life into its half
flacid state. She sucked and sucked. After nearly five
minutes of sucking, Manya felt her jaws begin to ache.
Her pussy was dripping now and one hand was crushing
it in desperation under the sheet. Desh was oblivious
of his wife's horniness and he continued to pump his
nearly erect tool in and out of his sex starved wife's
mouth. Manya moaned around his cock and looked
imploringly up to her selfish husband hoping he would
remove it and thrust it into her pussy. Instead she
was dismayed to feel a surge in his balls and even
before she could react, his dick shot out a few drops
of thin cum, one of which landed on Manya's cheek, the
rest of which leaked out to coat Desh's own member,
giving it, in Manya's disillusioned eyes, an ugly and
sorry appearance.

Desh withdrew fully and moved into the bathroom giving
a soft pat on his wife's face, not even pausing to
observe the squirming, voluptuous mass of flesh that
he was leaving behind. Manya was indeed squirming and
her body heat again rose to lusty levels. Her hand
continued to diddle and crush her sodden cunt while
the other wiped her husband's thin cum from her cheek.
Her movements under the bedsheet were slow but steady.
Her breath was rising and falling heavily with her
face reflecting a feeling of confused arousal.
Suddenly the door was flung open and her son Binu
burst into the room, calling out to her.

Binu stopped right at his Mom's bed and looked down, a
bit puzzled. Manya had frozen her hand, but it was
locked between her thighs. Binu couldn't make out her
state of arousal or understand it but Manya felt a
deep flush of embarrassment run through her. She could
hear her husband showering as Binu kept animatedly
describing his day with his friends. As he spoke,
Manya felt less embarrassed and having realised that
her nakedness was fully covered, eased up a bit and
nodded to each of her son's statements. Involuntarily,
her hand began to resume its motions on her aroused
pussy again in a slow deliberate motion. Binu reached
the end of his tale and announced that he was studying
after his bath since he had plenty of homework to
complete. Manya was still nodding indulgently as her
little son bent to give his kiss on her cheek. The
nude mother rose on her elbows in an effort to offer
her cheek. But her right elbow slipped on the pillow
as she was trying to show her cheek. The slipping
forced her to keep her face straight and Binu's kiss
landed smack on her rosy, full lips. Binu looked
stunned and too shocked to move. Manya, already in a
sexual haze from her pussy caressing, remained
motionless for a while too. She had to do something,
so slowly she opened her mouth and took in his lips
and tongue in an effort to give his some movement.
Then she withdrew her open mouth away from his, but
not before she kissed back a few times, the last one
being a wee bit lingering. She could feel Binu
stiffen, his boyish face clouded with a flurry of
feeling. She felt him slowly rise and in one sudden
move, he said "Bye Mom", and ran out of the room.
Manya crushed her caressing hand right into her
swollen pussy and let out a silent shriek with the
other hand also pressing against the first. Her
heaving, full hips rose from the bed lewdly and she
fell back with a thud. She had orgasmed.

The release was needed and Manya felt her body once
again in control by the time her husband came out of
the bath.

"We have party to attend tonight", he announced to his
reclining wife, not noticing her flushed face and the
disarrayed bedsheet on her voluptuous body. "It's an
office party. The office is celebrating a contract
we've bagged. Get dressed soon. The boys can come
too".

"Is it absolutely necessary? Who'll be coming there?",
queried Manya.

"Oh, all of them, including my boss Ram", said Desh.

Manya smiled within herself at the mention of Ram her
husband's thirty five year old, boyish looking boss
Ram. He was handsome, cheerful, well mannered and very
often, Manya found herself envying his wife whenever
she saw them together. She nodded at her husband and
rose from the bed to get ready. She covered herself
fully with the sheet when she passed Desh to go to the
toilet. Somehow she was reluctant to show her nude
body to her husband that moment.
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Chapter 23

Manya wore a black, semi-transparent saree and a light
red blouse. The blouse had very short sleeves and the
outline of her white bra was very clear on her back.
When she turned Manya revealed her long, tapering
waist from the bottom of the small blouse to deep down
at her hips. At the front, her entire fleshy midriff
could be seen since the saree was tied five inches
below her enticing navel. She put white flowers in her
long thick hair to complete the ensemble. Deen, her
son, felt that she looked like any man's dream in that
dress. Arresting, without being obvious and exposed
without being lewd was the way to describe his
luscious mother that night. Leaving Binu behind to do
his homework, the three of them drove to Ram's house.
When they reached the place, Deen held the car door
open for his mother, and as she got out, he sniffed
and inhaled the fragrance of her flowers without her
noticing. He also noted that his Dad had hardly
observed how ravishing his wife looked.

In the party, everyone greeted and congratulated one
another on the contract and there were about twelve
couples in all. Four or five men had come by
themselves. The host Ram himself was alone since his
wife had left the previous night for her hometown. He
looked at Manya welcomingly, his smile always fresh
and cheerful. Manya felt glad that she had come to
this party. She mingled and talked with all the wives
present and was quite clearly the woman of the
evening. None of the women came anywhere near Manya's
full bodied charm and sensuality. Deen noticed that
many men were stealing glances at his mother's belly
whenever the saree shifted aside to reveal it. He also
noted that some stole glances standing behind her just
when her pallu dropped off her shoulder to display her
deep, juicy cleavage in her low cut blouse.

The men got more and more drunk as the evening wore
on, with Manya's husband Desh leading the pack. He
simply gulped his drinks and outpaced everybody else.
His chatter became louder and louder, causing much
embarrassment occasionally to Manya whenever somebody
suggested that she should take him home. Ram was
playing the good host to the hilt, even in the absence
of his wife, checking on the men's drinks and even
passing wine and eats around to the ladies. His
behaviour was in direct contrast to her husband's and
Manya felt genuinely sorry for Ram, who was going
about it alone. She decided to help him out. She
offered to look after the ladies in the room, while he
could attend to the men. Ram looked at her thankfully,
while Manya looked back at him and blushed.

They formed a well synchronized pair out there,
catering with smooth efficiency to the guests. Deen
felt that his beautiful mother looked good alongside
Ram. He saw his father downing yet another drink and
staggering towards Ram for a refill. Ram filled his
glass, requesting him to be careful. Desh bawled out a
cheery reply and staggered back to where he was
seated, much to the amusement of the other guys and
much to Manya's severe embarrassment. However she
continued to cater to the women, giving ample scope
for the guys to view her massive ass, her exposed
waist and several fleeting glimpses of her full tits
whenever she had to bend. It was erotica in slow and
continuous motion. Once when she almost tripped, Ram
was there to hold her by the waist to steady her. His
grip made her go weak in the knees, just as the touch
of her waist flesh sent the first burst of arousal
into Ram. Many women noticed the comfortable body
language between them and whispered amongst
themselves, looking around to see where Desh was.

Desh had just about passed out in his chair and had
started a slight snore. Manya felt ashamed and
embarrassed and looked towards Deen and Ram
frantically. Always the gracious host, Ram offered to
put Desh in his guest bedroom until the guests
finished their dinner. Together, Ram, Manya and Deen
carried the drunken man into the bedroom. Placing him
on the bed, Ram asked Deen to fill a plate with food
so that they can try and feed Desh if possible. The
moment Deen left the room, Manya broke down into
tears, apologising with a sobbing voice for all that
had happened. Ram quickly put his arm around the
distressed, beautiful housewife and consoled her
saying it was be alright.

"Such things happen in a celebration", he reassured
her. His arm was still around her shoulder and he
could smell the lovely fragrance of the flowers in her
hair. Manya regained composure in his strong grip and
looked up to see Ram gazing into her eyes.

"You're a beautiful lady Manya. This guy is lucky".

"I always though your wife was the lucky one", gushed
out Manya holding Ram's arm which was on her shoulder.

Both were speechless for a moment, allowing their
looks to sink in. Ram drew the lovely wife to himself
and kissed her on the cheek. Manya felt a flood within
her. She felt loved and cared for. She felt Ram's
hands move from her shoulders to all over face and
gasped when his fingers grazed her lips. Her gasp
drove Ram into the next level of passion and his hand
found her full and quivering breast. He began a slow
kneading and allowed his other hand to reach down and
cup her generous ass. Both hands felt not only the
beautiful wife's lush endowments but also their dire
need to be loved and ravished. Her saree top came off
in his pursuit and lay on the floor. Her beautiful,
fair body, amply exposed, glittered in stark contrast
to the black saree she was wearing. His pressing
turned to mauling and both of them forgot the
situation. Manya's body was on fire. Ram suddenly
remembered that her son would be back any minute.He
caught the quivering wife of his colleague and lay her
beside her passed out husband. He rushed out of the
room and hailed Deen who was just returning with a
plate of food.

"Deen your dad has to be taken home. Please go and
fetch a cab. He cannot drive.".

"Ok sir, I'll be back soon", said Deen and went out of
the house.

Ram rushed back to the bedroom as if wanting to attend
on Desh. Instead he moved over to a waiting Manya and
dragged her to the bathroom, hissing that her son had
gone to fetch a cab and they had ten minutes. Manya
moaned in absolute arousal at this licentious thrill
that once again surged through her body. She allowed
herself to be literally dragged into the bathroom. She
allowed Ram to bend her head over the wash basin. She
allowed Ram to lift her saree right over her full
asscheeks. She gasped as his hand squeezed her pussy
from behind, as if to test its readiness. She mewled
as she felt her wetness coat his massaging hand. And
she continued making sounds as he took out his
inflamed member and rammed it right into her love
tunnel. The thrusts came hard and fast. The element of
hurry, the fear of getting caught and the knowledge
that her husband was right in the bedroom elevated
Manya's lust to screeching heights. She felt Ram's
hands caressing her boobs through the blouse
throughout his merciless plunder of her adulterous
twat. She felt his cock rotate on and off in a
mindblowing rhythm as if to tease her even in this
lewd posture. She felt herself being used and
ravished. She realised that she was getting fucked in
a toilet for the second time that day and she also
realised that her husband's handsome boss was fucking
her like a bitch in heat with her fullest acceptance.
She kept feeling reamed until she felt his juice hit
her deep inside like a hot geyser. That's when she
orgasmed yet again. But what the horny mother didn't
see was that her son Deen had returned with a cab
quite some time back and was watching with awe from
the keyhole as his father's boss balled the brains out
of his horny, cock hungry mother
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Chapter 24

The explosive fucking of his mother which he had just
peeped on, sent a flood of waves all over Deen's body
and he could feel his blood gushing straight into his
groin, threatening to blow up his dick with its force.
It was his mother again, taking it in bitch mode from
behind, at scorching speed and adulterous abandon with
his father lying senseless right in the bedroom. He
watched his father's boss empty his balls into his
panting mother's pussy from behind and rise, lifting
her with him, his hands fully around her voluptuous
hips. As they rose, Manya's saree dropped down to
cover her completely. Ram's wet cock pressed against
her asscheeks over the saree, forming a telltale spot
right on the center of her juicy bum, as he carried on
a soft caress of Manya's lush body from behind, his
lips kissing her neck and back continuously. Knowing
that they would be out any minute, Deen ran out of the
room and hid behind the door, waiting for the right
moment to enter.

He saw his Mom and Ram come out of the bathroom, still
clinging to each other, Ram holding her by the belly
and gently squeezing her flesh as they assessed Desh's
condition. Manya's saree was still off her shoulder
and Deen heard Ram speak as he kept squeezing Manya's
hips and waist, while his sexy mother purred
indulgently.

"I think he had better sleep here tonight. He can
drive back in the morning when he's OK. I hope Deen
and you can get back safely,"said the considerate host
as he kissed his colleague's voluptuous wife.

"Yes that would be very nice, thank you," said the
voluptuous wife, giggling slightly when Ram's fingers
probed her full and exposed navel. Ram looked like he
could never get enough of Manya and her wholesome
body. Manya glowed and gushed in his hands and despite
the situation, Deen felt she looked happy. His blood
flow got diverted from dick to heart as he felt
overwhelming empathy for his under loved Mom. He moved
away into the living room, now expecting the
licentious couple to re enter. Some of the guests had
left and the rest were about to leave, in various
states of drunkenness. None were in a condition to
suspect Ram and Manya when they came back from their
hectic encounter. Only Deen looked on and waited to
take his Mom home. He saw his mother and his father's
boss exchange one last meaningful look as Manya headed
towards her son and the waiting cab.

The cab driver took in an eyeful of Manya's full,
generously exposed, fair body as she stepped in
through the open door held by her son. A good bit of
cleavage and a vast portion of her midriff greeted his
lusty eyes as she settled into the cab with a worried,
gloomy look in her eyes. Deen sat next to his mother
in the rear and felt his mother recline against him
for support. The evening's events were not
particularly cheerful for the housewife. She didn't
like seeing her husband make an ass of himself,
leaving her open and vulnerable. Though she loved
getting fucked by Ram, she didn't like the quality of
the circumstances which led to the fucking. She felt
that she gave in more out of the vulnerability due to
her husband's condition. She had lost the exploited
feeling while getting fucked but now some of the hurt
surfaced again to bring a burst of tears into her
beautiful eyes. Deen, who could read his mother's mind
easily now, put his arm around her comfortingly as she
cried silently. The tear filled mother bent and placed
her heavy head into her son's lap as she cried softly.
Deen simply kept stroking the soft, black haired head
of his lovely Mom, allowing her agony to subside. As
the cab headed homewards, Manya's head kept impacting
her son's crotch occasionally, due to the turns. Deen
noticed it only after a while. Manya had stopped
crying but was now lying like a child in her son's
lap, eyes closed, head right on his crotch. Deen's
cock throbbed and jerked in his pants and he was sure
that his mother could feel the pressure. Manya sensed
it but did not remove her head from her son's lap to
avoid seeming sudden in her reaction. She decided she
would rise when they reached their home. Deen's erect
dick continued to press against his mother's head and
sometimes cheeks for the rest of the journey. His
hands rested on her bare waist to support them during
the swift turns. His hands could feel the electric
charge in her waist flesh and envied all the males who
felt and groped this juicy area of his mother's ripe
body. Her body felt like it was surcharged with lust
and it was a waiting treasure for the right man to
plunder. His father was certainly no match for this
sensual, aching body lying in his lap. He sighed and
looked out of the window, trying to seek a diversion.
He was relieved that the cab reached their house. He
stroked his Mom's body at her full hips, patting her
gently awake.

The distressed mother rose and got out of the cab,
holding her saree top by her hand. She presented a
very sexy sight, standing with her well exposed body
in the dark of the night, her fair and ripe body
looking ample and exciting in the black saree. Deen
observed the cab driver checking out his Mom's body
even as he was taking the money from him. He cleared
his throat loudly to draw his attention, upon which
the cabbie turned back and accepted his cash. Holding
his mother by the waist, Deen walked towards the main
door in slow steps. His hands could feel her exposed
flesh quivering against his fingers and palm and Deen
could also sense the cab driver staring from behind at
his mother's full, swaying asscheeks. Deen reached the
door and rang the bell. Binu opened the door to let
them in. It was then that Deen heard the cab start and
speed away.

Manya staggered into house, and her fatigue was more
emotional than physical. Binu was about to ask where
his Dad was but kept quiet after observing Deen's
gesture to be silent. Both sons held their beautiful
mother from either side by her fully naked waist and
led her into the bedroom. After seating her on the
bed, Binu left to complete his homework and sleep
while Deen took one look at Manya and informed her
that he would be around if she called for any help.

The lovely, frustrated wife began to undress, first
removing her saree and flinging it away. She decided
to retain her black petticoat and then proceeded to
unbutton her blouse. Divesting herself from it, she
tried to unhook her bra but somehow failed to unclasp
it. The act was not a routine act since she wore a bra
only when she went out. Feeling more difficulty she
called out, "Deen".

The eager son, who had been watching his Mom strip
through the window entered the room.

"Can you help me unhook this bra dear", she asked,
keeping her back to him.

Deen nodded and moved, his hands reaching out towards
his Mom's sexy back. His hands fumbled with the bra
hook for a few seconds before he managed to unhook it.
Manya kept her hands cupped over her breasts during
the act and she thanked him as he finished. Taking a
long, fond look at his mother's naked back Deen left
the room with a good night.

Manya looked on as her son left. He was such a
considerate boy, she always felt. But he was growing
up. She shuddered a bit as she remembered his hot dick
against her face in the cab. Removing the thought from
her mind, she still felt that he lacked the initiative
of his best friend Prem. Somehow she thought that she
had a responsibility to ensure her son's normal
growth. Remembering Prem made the horny housewife
bothered all over again. Leaving her petticoat on, she
closed the bedroom door and slipped into bed topless.
She didn't bother to cover herself since she was
alone. Her right hand cupped her breast softly as she
recollected the day's torrid acts of adultery. She
particularly dwelt on the deep and intense fucking
given to her by Ram, before deciding that the best sex
of the day was with Prem. Now both hands caressed her
heaving boobs, tweaking her nipples into screaming
erection. She experienced a mild orgasm before
drifting into sleep, hands on her pussy.

It was rather early, about half past five in the
morning that the sound of the phone ringing next to
her woke up Manya. Drowsily, she rolled her half naked
body across the bed and picked up the receiver. It was
Ram's cheery voice. Involuntarily, the horny wife's
hand went to her pussy.

"Sorry to wake you. I just wanted to say that I am
leaving by an early flight now. Your husband is still
out. I left him a note that he should join me in
Mumbai by the evening flight. Take care and go back to
sleep. Last night was beautiful", said the boss.

"Ohhh! Thanks for the care. Last night was beautiful
for me too", murmured the frustrated wife over the
phone. Her fingers begans to strum her vulva as Ram's
caressing voice moistened her awakened pussy.

Ram thought he heard her moan. "It was beautiful but
hurried. We need to catch up", he said slowly,
realising that she was breathing heavily into the
phone.

"Yes,"gasped Manya, "when you're back"! Her fingers
were deep now into her warm cunt. Her pussy was alive
now. She moaned a long deep reply when she heard him
kiss her over the phone. Placing the receiver back,
she used both hands now to play with herself. Her
petticoat was right over her thighs and beads of sweat
had already coated her naked breasts. After two
minutes of caressing and much before orgasm, she shook
herself back to senses and rose to start the day. But
the ache in her body had begun, giving her entire body
language a sexual lethargy right from the start. She
picked up the thin red blouse she had worn last night
and put it on without a bra, leaving the top two
buttons undone. Her breasts heaved and swayed with
each step as she moved to the main door to gather the
milk. She could have been lust personified as she
opened the door and bent to pick up the milk.

 

Chapter 25

She saw nobody out there. She stood at the doorstep,
milk in hand in a lewd state of undress for atleast
two minutes. Outside the main gate, she saw a youth
jogging away. When he waved to her, she saw that it
was Prem. She waved back at him, her naked midriff and
half open cleavage rising and falling with her wave.
When Prem had left, Manya and walked towards the
kitchen, forgetting to close the door and unaware that
her son Deen was already up and was observing her.
Manya had anticipated the milkman's presence and in
her present agitated state after the morning
conversation with Ram, she was quite restless down
there. In the kitchen, she opened the door leading to
the outside to look for him. But there was nobody
there too. Grimacing, she went to the kitchen table to
start her routine, leaving the kitchen door also open.
Deen saw his mother's big backside bent over the
kitchen platform with her entire back revealed except
for the little area covered by the blouse. She looked
ravishingly poised for a hot round of anal sex. He
held his dick through his pants and withdrew to a far
corner of the living room behind a wooden cabinet from
where he could watch his sexy mother, without himself
being observed. He heard someone enter the house
through the main door and looked. It was Salim, the
newspaperman, a young man of twenty three or so. He
came in silently and placed a couple of papers on the
living room sofa. He was about to turn away when his
eyes saw the voluptuous body of Manya in the kitchen,
bent over the platform. She looked so delectable and
waiting. He had heard from the milkman about her and
now, on seeing her, he regretted that he hadn't
approached her earlier. Keeping his full bunch of
newspapers down, he stealthily moved towards the
kitchen and crept up on the unsuspecting housewife.

Manya, slightly engrossed in her work, heard a slight
sound and before she could turn back, Salim gripped
her by her ample hips and kept her bent on the
platform with not so sudden but firm hands. In less
than a second he untied her petticoat and dug his
pelvis into her lush, round ass. Manya squealed,
absolutely certain that it was the milkman. The hold
was just like his and such liberties could be taken
only by him at this time of the day. She moaned and
ground her asscheeks against his rampant dick, which
was now seeking entry at the base of her pussy lips.

Deen gaped astounded at this sequence of events. He
saw Salim tear away his Mom's petticoat, leaving her
ass naked and also saw his Mom squealing and accepting
his groping rear embrace willingly. She was still bent
when Salim effortlessly eased his strong, erect young
cock into her wet cunt. Even from that distance, Deen
could hear the squishy sound of their illicit, early
morning passion. His mother hadn't even looked behind
to check who it was. Was she expecting him? Had they
been doing this for long? A variety of thoughts crept
into Deen's head as he pumped his cock in unison with
Salim's dick as it pounded in and out of his squealing
and moaning mother's hot pussy. She was naked except
for her blouse and she was bent, again like a bitch,
getting her luscious breasts mauled and her pussy
pumped by a young stud.

Manya revelled in this early morning assault on her
hungry pussy. She really needed it and was glad that
the milkman came, even as she was about to reconcile
herself to his absence. And the newspaperman rammed in
and out of the horny wife's twat, squeezing her body
wherever he could lay his hands on, surprised at his
luck and utterly amazed that the lust aroused woman
had not even bothered to see who she was getting
fucked by. Her heat took him by surprise too and he
decided that he was better late than never. He pumped
and pumped into her with searing intensity, feeling
her body vibrate with each thrust and hearing her
moans reach a climax as both of them neared their
climax. He knew he was fucking a top class bitch in
heat. His cock sluiced in and out of Mrs. M's cock
starved cunt. The slapping sounds of his balls on her
juicy ass could be heard by Deen and he spurted his
seed much before the horny couple in the kitchen
reached their peak. In receding passion, he watched
the last few thrusts by the young stud into his
mother's naked body. He could see her asscheeks
clenching and unclenching around his cock. She was
milking her man dry in her obscenely bent posture.
Once again Deen was in awe of his mother's body and
capacity.

Manya felt her own juices flowing and her ravager's
dick softening and slipping out of her drenched twat.
As he released his hard grip over her ample hips, she
smiled and slowly turned around to face him. A
complete wave of shock engulfed her face when she saw
that it was not the milkman. Though she could vaguely
recognise the face to be that of the paperboy, the
utter debasement of her body in his hands and her
utter degeneration in giving in to him without even
seeing his face made her flush red in embarrassment
and anger, more at herself than at the youngster who
had given her a good fucking when she needed it. She
flopped onto the kitchen floor, face breaking into
tears. Salim, moved by the housewife's state, kissed
her forehead and said, "Mrs. M, you are the most
beautiful woman I have seen in my life. I hope to get
a wife like you".

His kind words acted as a mild palliative for the
humiliated housewife. She thought she was falling into
an abyss of depravity from the previous night onwards.
She liked the final act but couldn't help feeling that
her body had been used. She felt like a cheap whore
until Salim's adoring words cheered her. She managed a
smile and saw Salim leave quickly and kept looking at
him as he picked up his papers and left the house. She
did not spot her son Deen. Deen could not hear the
conversation and couldn't understand why his mother
was distressed again. He thought he'd wait for her to
put on her petticoat before making a move. It was then
that he saw Manya look around suddenly towards the
kitchen door. He strained his neck from his position
to see his pal Prem.

Manya was just feeling the pleasures of the juicy
encounter course through her body when she heard a
soft rap on the kitchen door. Alarmed, she turned her
head and saw Prem's smiling, considerate face. She was
naked except for her blouse and in that half naked,
well fucked state, she looked like a pornstar to Prem.
Prem did not see the encounter with the paperboy. He
guessed his favourite mature woman was lying bare
assed on the kitchen floor after some lovemaking with
her hubby. He did not ask her about it. Manya did not
say anything. She was silent, confused about how to
react to being discovered by her son's friend with cum
leaking from her recently fucked vagina, her petticoat
off her hips and her blouse looking like it could no
longer contain those bursting, aching breasts. The
ever gallant Prem did nothing to embarrass the
adulterous wife. From the living room corner, Deen
could see his best friend lift his almost naked mother
to her feet. He could see them hugging and kissing. He
could see Prem caress his Mom's breasts over the
blouse and could also see his mother take her blouse
off to be totally naked before his best friend. Deep
down, Deen was glad that it was Prem fucking his Mom.
This idea came to him when he realised that his mother
never got the cock she needed at home. He had acted
subtly to put it into action. He chose Prem not only
because of his good nature, but also because he knew
that with his strength and athletic build, he would be
the performer his horny mother's body needed.

Right there, in the early hours of the morning, the
ideas guy jacked off behind the wooden cabinet as the
performer balled his mother on the kitchen floor,
missionary style. He fucked her slowly in deliberate
strokes, making her feel full and well cared for. He
kissed her face, licked it and nibbled it all over,
while his hands always caressed some available part of
her voluptuous body, making sure that her lust was
always answered. Manya's face, glazed with love and
lust shone in the early morning light, making Prem
wonder as he fucked the beautiful mother, whether he
would be lucky to get a wife as sexy as her. The
thought made his cock harder and his thrusts deeper.
Manya moaned loudly and threw her legs around his
hips, drawing him fiercely into herself and
reciprocating with her own lush hip thrusts. The
beautiful duo fucked in a divine rhythm and Deen for
the first time, found himself fighting jealousy. He
saw every inch of his Mom's juicy body being ravished
the way she craved. Her body was getting its due. He
saw nothing wrong or immoral in what she was doing.
She looked beautiful, happy and divine. She always
looked beautiful and divine when she was getting
fucked
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Chapter 26

The two robust lovemaking bouts left the naked mother
panting and satiated. Tenderly she kissed Prem as he
shoved his cock back into his jogging shorts and bade
good bye. Prem left through the open kitchen door and
Manya staggered to her feet. She put on her petticoat
but remained topless. She looked at the clock in the
kitchen and it showed quarter to seven. Realising that
her sons would be also up any minute, she slipped on
her blouse and within fifteen minutes, completed the
basics for coffee and breakfast, wondering when her
husband would arrive home after his disgusting night.
The thought again brought a frown to her face.

As Manya was completing her work in the kitchen, Den
decided that the time was right to wake up his brother
Binu. He did so and himself proceeded to the toilet.
Binu walked out of his room and went to greet his Mom.
He saw her in the kitchen with her back to him. He
gave her a full hug from behind, kissing her neck
while doing so. His hands were around her naked hips,
just above where her petticoat was tied. It was tied
dangerously, just above her bush. Manya felt Binu's
fingers squeeze her belly for a few seconds as was his
right and felt them dip into her navel for his first
navel probe of his mother for the day. She gasped a
bit as his kissing moved from her neck to her cheek
and trailed wetly to the corner of her mouth. It could
have been the caressing or may have even been the
previous day's familiarity with her son's lips, Manya
instinctively turned her face around. Binu's lips fell
smack on hers and very naturally, mother and son
kissed for a few seconds, with the son maintaining his
fingering of his Mom's navel throughout his kisses.

Manya withdrew affectionately and gushed at the
demonstrative love of her younger son. She was growing
to love him more and more. And so was he, she felt.
She couldn't say it was carnal, but certainly she
could feel Binu's gropes getting a lot more frequent
and his kisses longer and more lingering. But he was
soft and steady without being frenzied and that
reassured the beautiful mother that it was pure love
and not tainted with anything undesirable. She also
missed that kind of love from Deen. Manya decided she
had to take a closer look at Deen for any signs of
abnormality. The well fucked mother patted her younger
son on his face and told him to get ready for school.

"Mom, you'll have to wash my hair today", insisted
Binu.

"Ok. Get into the bathroom, I'll join you'" said Manya
as she took the prepared breakfast and coffee in her
hands to place them on the dining table.

Binu bounded out towards the bathroom and got in just
as brother Deen was emerging out of it. Deen saw his
brother strip and get ready for his bath and also
noticed his Mom going behind him into the bath. In her
black petticoat and dark red blouse, her fair skin
looked sexy and ripe and actually glowed softly
whenever water fell on her, especially around her
fully exposed midriff and upper hips. Manya washed her
son's hair and went on to soap the rest of his body
too. From a slit in the bathroom door edge, Deen saw
his mother soap his brother's body in slow strokes,
full of love and care. He saw her doing his stomach
and suddenly she dipped her hands down to cup his
balls with her soaped hands. Deen saw his brother's
young dick hop to attention at the touch. Manya
however continued to soap her son's balls and moved
her fingers to rub the stem of his little cock too,
which was not more than five inches at full mast. She
smiled to herself when she felt it twitch and throb.
She didn't look up to see her son's face but continued
lovingly with her task. Soaping complete, she turned
on the shower to rinse him all over. Again when she
reached his groin, she rubbed his dick, cleansing it
off all the soap. Deen observed that she however
continued to rub Binu's dick well after all the soap
had been rinsed away. She infact lingered around the
base of his shaft and gave it a few squeezes too
before releasing it in its throbbing glory. Wildly
aroused, Deen remembered the years when she did the
same to him. His dick ached when he remembered how she
had gone through the same motions with him until he
was nearly thirteen. He used to look forward to those
bathing sessions and felt that even his Mom enjoyed
playing with his erections, from the way her dainty
fingers coaxed and cajoled his adolescent cock. Those
loving baths had stopped the day Deen had ejaculated
suddenly when his Mom's hands were stroking the base
of his shaft. Both Mom and son were a wee bit
embarrassed but Manya did not let her son feel guilty
about anything. She pretended as if nothing had
happened and that helped her son get over it. He got
over the embarrassment but started getting more and
more obsessed with his mother's generously curved body
with a vengeance that was extremely carnal but
intention that was almost totally voyeuristic.

Having bathed her adoloscent son well, Manya felt the
warmth of his cock linger on her fingers for a little
while. She left the bathroom and moved towards her
bedroom, bringing her fingers to her lips on the way.
Deen noticed it, just as he had noticed every single
act of hers since that morning.

Manya's clothes were wet after bathing her son. She
had to remove them. While discarding them she
contemplated whether to bathe or not. She suddenly
realised that her husband had not returned yet.
Leaving her wet clothes on the floor, she slipped her
nude body under the sheets and cuddled up cosily. The
time was half past seven. Binu would be off to school
after ten minutes or so, followed by Deen soon after.
She wished Desh would set a good example atleast to
his children
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Chapter 27

Naked under the sheets, she picked up the phone and
dialed Ram's house to enquire whether her husband had
left. Thankfully she was told that he had. That gave
her fifteen minutes atleast to snatch a few winks. The
two early morning fucks had thrown a mild cloud of
lethargy over her. But when she closed her eyes, it
was her son Binu's young, wet and throbbing cock that
came to her mind. She turned onto her belly with one
hand underneath her. Caressing herself with closed
eyes, she allowed relaxation to take over. Ten minutes
later, Binu entered the room, having gulped down his
breakfast to wish her good bye.

He looked down at his mother's form under the
bedsheet. Her ass formed a huge hill in the middle and
her back was half bare. He could see the sides of her
full tits, pressed against the bed. One hand was out
but he couldn't make out where the other hand was. The
thin bedsheet covered Manya's lush ass but got wedged
inside her ass crack, offering a mouth watering view
of her crack and in the process the awesome dimensions
of each juicy globe to her son. The boy stared at his
mother's ass. It was nothing new to him. But knowing
that she was nude under the sheet gave that extra
special thrill. He reached out to knead the hillock.
Manya who had not heard his entry moaned softly at the
touch and realised that it was her son's hand. Only he
could cup and squeeze her ass in that caressing,
loving way. She felt him stoke the full cheeks and run
his finger slowly up and down the crack from top to
bottom. When he reached the bottom, he almost came
into contact with his mother's own pussy caressing
finger, but missed it by a whisker. Manya felt the
heat rising again. He fingers dug right into her pussy
with the minimum motion. She tried not to undulate her
ass. It was half relief when she heard him give one
last, loving squeeze to those succulent asscheeks, but
the agony returned when she heard his voice near her
ears, whispering a good bye. She moaned hornily and
turned to say good bye. Binu, who had meant to bend
and kiss his Mom's ears to say good bye got the full
impact of his mother's full and rosy lips on his as
she turned. His mumbling got mixed with hers in a
mutually aroused farewell that lasted about one full
lip locked minute. With one hand dug deep inside her
pussy, Manya kissed her son good bye in the most
awkward pose imaginable, nude under the sheets. It was
while Binu was withdrawing his face from his Mom's hot
lips and about to leave the room that the bedroom door
opened and Manya's husband Desh walked in.

Binu said a quick hello and good bye to his Dad and
ran from the room without a word. Desh had hardly
noticed anything that was happening in the room. He
came, clutching his head, still reeling from a
hangover. The aroused wife looked at her husband's
state with a sense of pity. Desh greeted his wife and
began to undress. He seemed only a little apologetic
about the previous night.

Desh kissed his naked wife on her lips. Manya could
still feel the smell of liquor. Her insides almost
revolted but she kept her cool. Desh muttered a second
apology and said that he would be out of town for a
full week from this evening. Manya knew about it but
she simply nodded and looked on.She suddenly realised
that her hand was still on her pussy even though she
had turned onto her back. She retained it there and
continued to listen to her husband.

"We might clinch this new contract", he went on. "Ram
has plenty of drive too. If we succeed I might get a
raise", finished Desh, turning to look at his wife.

"Hmmmm", murmured Manya when she heard her husband
praise Ram. "Yes he has the drive," she thought to
herself, caressing her cunt a bit faster and watching
her husband leave her naked under the sheets and get
into the bathroom.

"Breakfast is ready on the table", she announced to
her dressing husband.

"Thanks", said Desh as he finished dressing. It was
then that he realized that his sexy wife was naked.
"How is it that you are naked after preparing
breakfast", he inquired more casually than out of any
suspiscion.

"Oh! I gave Binu a bath and got wet. I decided to lie
down for a while after taking them off", replied the
horny housewife.

Desh again felt a bit awkward. "I'm sorry dear for
last night. And I hope the boys didn't trouble you in
my absence or got you overworked", he stated in half
concern.

"No Desh," replied the nakedly spread wife. "They are
both darlings and they gave no trouble", she whispered
as her husband bent to kiss her in one of those sudden
bursts of love. This kiss was fresher and Manya had
less trouble getting over with it. She however had to
contend with some breast mauling too in the process
which got her horny again. She reached out to grab
Desh by his crotch but he went out of her reach saying
"Not now lady. We'll have enough time when I return
from this trip".

Desh was all set to leave after a quick breakfast when
he came to kiss his nude wife again, who had not left
the bed. Kissing her, he also said "The newspaper boy
may come with his bill for payment today. Remember to
look out and pay him".

Kissing her husband back, Manya whispered "He's
already come and taken his payment early this morning
darling".

Mouthing a final goodbye, Desh left the room and
house, leaving behind his voluptuous, naked wife on
the bed writhing in frustrated lust and caressing her
pussy in continuous strokes of her wet fingers
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Chapter 28

Her husband's disgusting behaviour last night had left
Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it
facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected
body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kisses
and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and
anguished all over again. He never seemed to display
the remotest tinge of remorse for having left her high
and dry at his boss' party and now showed absolute
callousness in anouncing that he was leaving that
evening for a week. The well stacked wife felt that
she didn't deserve his attitude or his attributes. But
he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and
reasoned. She ran her hands over her naked body as if
in reassurance but realised with a smile that the high
voltage fucking she had been receiving over the last
couple of days were a far greater assurance of her
desirability. And the fact that she was able to draw
teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous body and leave
them panting for more made her feel rather proud of
herself. She was a total flesh magnet who drew men and
boys of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she
smiled, recollecting the series of feels and squeezes
which her younger son had subjected her to that
morning. Even without trying, she related more through
her body to people rather than the mind and she
resigned herself to the fact.

Midway through her introspection, her son Deen walked
in to announce that he was leaving for school and left
immediately when he saw his mother lying down on her
belly, presumably naked under the covers. He didn't
think that she had covered up either during her son's
or her husband's presence in the bedroom. Her comfort
levels with nudity had been rising over time and now
Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The moment Deen left the house, Manya raised her nude
body off the bed and went across to shut the door. She
was naked in the confidence that she would now be
alone in the house. As she shut the door, she first
walked across to the sofa and spread one leg over the
arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping
her hand around the lower abdomen, she clicked the
television on and saw some songs being telecast. The
horny housewife looked quite obscene in that posture
with her pinkish cuntlips being wide open in case
there was a viewer. Crusted cum deposits decorated her
inner thighs and outer lips. She had still not decided
when to bathe. After watching two raunchy numbers,
Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to
imagine herself in the hands of the various lesser
artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead
danseuse in those songs. A tide of titillation ran
through her as she wondered how she would look on
stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and strong
male dancers. She was cunt caressing her way through
another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the
sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. The
sexy housewife was alarmed because she was naked,
aroused and no clothes were within reach.

"Who's it?" she called out from her lewd position on
the sofa. She was relieved to hear a female voice
reply. It was Sana, the neighbour's seventeen year old
daughter. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a minute", called out the nude woman as
she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a
petticoat. She draped a small towel over her chest and
went to open the door for Sana, her back fully bare
and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the
thin towel
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"I'm coming in a minute", called out the nude woman as
she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a
petticoat. She draped a small towel over her chest and
went to open the door for Sana, her back fully bare
and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the
thin towel.

Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature
woman's body from head to toe. Manya was her idol and
Sana's reason for idolising her was that all the
neighbourhood boys, kept talking only about Manya in
total lust and awe rather than about younger girls
like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if
Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would have a hard
time warding off other guys from her. Manya blushed
when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over.
She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both
of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through,
noting the way her melon like brests, swung freely,
unfettered by any restrictive clothing. She was also
perplexed that Manya's nipples were erect even at this
time of the day. She knew little about Manya's
appetite for hard sex and her ever horny disposition.
In her eyes she was the good housewife who couldn't
help it if she was blessed with a well stacked, knock
out body. They chatted for long, Manya blushing
everytime the teenager poked her waist to tell her she
was very very desirable even for women. It was
cheerful banter. Suddenly Sana said,

"Aunt Manya you looked rather sexy the other day while
skipping".

A bit puzzled, Manya thanked her sweetly.

"I mean very sexy Aunt Manya", the teenager spoke out.
"Many men praised you and some even went crazy talking
about you."

Manya was a bit concerned and asked her "Who went
crazy Sana"?.

"Everyone Aunt Manya. I heard all the old men go wild,
espcially when your saree top fell off. They all
wanted to get close to you. That's why you were dunked
the most."
"Hmmm," gushed the beautiful housewife, experiencing a
mild thrill.
"Never meet them without Uncle Desh in future Aunt
Manya," she warned innocently.
"Oh come on Sana. It was all in fun,"said Manya,
smiling away beautifully. "It's not what you think".
"It is what I think Aunt Manya. You don't know the way
they were staring and talking everytime your pallu
slipped. They were fighting with each other to be
first to grab you".

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the
innocent girl. She laughed it off saying it was fun
and added however that she would be careful in future.
Time flew and it was getting closer to lunch time.
Suddenly Sana suggested that they should order lunch
from their family restaurant. Manya agreed, relieved
that she needn't have to cook. Sana quickly phoned her
restaurant, ordering enough food to take care of Deen,
Binu and a couple of others also if necessary.

The food arrived shortly and with the food came Salman
and Sam. Both were at the restaurant when Sana called
and they decided to bring it themselves. Salman had
Manya in mind while Sam had Sana also in mind. When
Manya saw the boys arrive, she slipped into the
bedroom and put on a light green transparent saree
over the petticoat and a sleeveless blouse, braless on
her chest. She noticed after wearing it that the
blouse, already low cut, had the top button torn off.
She shrugged and went to greet the boys.

The guys were in high spirits with Sam constantly
teasing sana and salman giving hungry looks towards
Manya. After a while, Manya decided to fetch the
plates and lay the food on the table. As expected by
Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The moment
they went into the kitchen, Salman caught hold of the
voluptuous wife by her generous hips and thrust into
her saree covered ass, his hands fully covering her
braless blouse and milking her tits. Manya resisted
for a while in discomfort but knew that she couldn't
for too long. She kept eyeing the living room, hoping
that Sana wouldn't suddenly decide to help out too.
Manya's hands tried to assemble some plates and dishes
together while her pussy tried to fight off the
gushing juices from deep within her loins. The young
teenager showed great anxiety in his mauling of the
well endowed wife's body from head to toe. His hands
covered her clothed form everywhere and then suddenly
he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his hand
right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a
strong grip. Manya gasped and let out a light squeal.
Her body began to experience the familiar concussions
and her breasts were already quivering from his
pawing. She was scared they would be heard. Salman
suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen, "Hey Sam
we forgot the rice but brought all the other dishes.
Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sana may
like to come with you.".

"Sure Salman," said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither
Manya nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by
the two guys. They had left the rice outside
deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his time with
the beauteous Sana while Salman had the lush and sexy
Manya free and horny. The door closed and the
floodgates opened for the illicit couple. Standing in
the same place, Manya and Salman began a rapid fire
fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen table.
In the last two days the kitchen table was used for
anything but food preparation. She was already
dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his
young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all
raptures as the young studs thrusts drove the blues of
her husband's neglect away. Her breasts rose and fell
and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounce, cupped
them lovingly at first but only to roughly mash them
as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Manya's lust
skyrocketed to great heights as she simply allowed the
horny boy to have his way with her overheated sex
starved body. Five minutes of ceasless pounding into
the lusty housewife's cunt had Salman spewing out
spoonfuls of seed deep inside her womb, hugging her
wholesome body ardently while doing so. It was a
mindblowing experience for Manya to be so ravished.
His vigor pleased her and his cock still felt hard
inside her sodden pussy even after the battering he
had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his
tongue greedily.

Not letting Salman's cock out of her cunt, Manya
shifted the two of them in small leaps towards the
bedroom. A surprised Salman understood her intention
and let himself hop alongwith her right onto her bed.
The feel of his still erect cock in her cum washed
pussy continued to stoke the fires in her belly. She
craved for another pounding. A young man always came
quickly first. But young cock shot back to erection
quickly too. Her ripe body could never be satisfied
with a single round of sex. She craved for the next
round ravenously. She was a bunny for the second fuck.
She was a slave to young cock
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Knowing they had atleast another ten minutes the sex
charged couple took off on the adulterous mother's
marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent
pregnant months with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on
which she breast fed them both into delicious slumber.
It was now the bed on which she was getting her brains
fucked out of her by the neighbourhood stud. Again
here, he was fucking her doggie style. She was on all
fours and he was raming her juicy cunt from behind.
Their combined juices trickled out down her voluptuous
thighs to soak the bedsheet fully. The fucking and the
soaking continued for the next ten minutes, during
which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out
on ecstasy without the fear of being heard. She gave
full vent to her bursting passion by imploring him to
fuck her hard and true.

"Fuck me hard Salman", she begged. "Fuck my cock
starved pussy. Fuck your friend's horny Mom, " she
wailed, surprising Salman with her wantonness. He
never thought that the beautiful Mrs. M could be this
vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was
adulterous. He literally rammed and rammed his steely
cock in and out of her pulsating cunt till the stage
came when she was about to cream. He could feel her
cunt muscles tighten around his thrusting cock and the
milking get more frenzied. His absolute mauling of her
heaving breasts reached bigger proportions and finally
both of them collapsed in a heap on the creaking bed,
going through convulsive orgasms with Salman lying on
top of the mature woman's huge ass, sweating and
panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way
through her release. The mating couple looked terribly
obscene on the wet bed and it took them five minutes
to disentangle themselves from each other's hold.

Salman pulled up his trousers and said "Let me help
you dress Mrs. M", and went over to tuck her saree
into her waist. He squeezed the flesh there in
approval, drawing a moan from the well fucked mother.
They tidied each other up as best as they could and
went into the living room just in time to hear the
bell. Sam and Sana entered with flushed looks on their
faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any
questions and the two couples ate in total silence. It
was a full meal and took more than fifteen minutes.
Manya felt a little soreness in her pussy and once in
a while cupped it with her left hand in the course of
her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her,
licking his lips. Manya turned red but didn't think
that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red
because she felt Sam's interest create a further
ripple in her lower belly.

After the meal, Sana said she had to attend an art
class and requested her brother to drop her. She
wanted to be free of Sam because of the fear of any
doubts in Aunt Manya's mind about them. Aunt Manya sat
on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state,
as Salman led his sister out of the house, agreeing to
drop her. He closed the door shut behind him, not
looking at Sam.

Sam cast a glance at the silent mother next to him.
She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her saree
having fallen off from her creamy shoulders. He placed
his hands gently on her lower, exposed belly and ran
it in circles, feeling the softness and caressing it.
Manya gave him a tired smile but did not stop him. She
however said, "I'm tired Sam".

"Did he do it hard and well?", enquired Sam softly of
the adulterous woman.

A wee bit surprised but not shocked, Manya answered,
"Yes Sam. He fucks well. I'm sore now and my body
aches all over".

"Don't worry Mrs. M. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll
not hurt you." Saying this he took the hand of the
sexy housewife and made her lie down flat on the sofa.
Sam kissed her face all over lovingly and even lapped
her sweat beads in a tender show of affection. He kept
kissing her for a full five minutes all over her face
and lips, holding her full shoulders and then
gradually moved his head to bury it in the full mounds
on her chest. He bit the nipples though her blouse,
making her moan. He bit them again, this time making
Manya clutch his head. He spent another five minutes
on her breasts, worshipping them before he dipped his
head onto her full and huge midriff. Manya gasped as
his lips found her navel and let out a fully aroused
moan, long enough to let him understand that he had
her almost at his mercy. After his nibbling covered
the entire territory of her belly and exposed hips,
she was a heaving mass of flesh before him. The sexy
mother heaved her hips and jerked them towards his
face. The very understanding, sensitive painter then
raised the horny mother's saree upto her waist and
dipped his head right into the mature woman's twat.
His tongue probed like a paintbrush into her dripping
pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud.
Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her
hands gripped his hair and she pushed his head into
her steaming cunt, so that his tongue could go deeper
and deeper. Sam obliged the lust aroused older woman,
inhaling her musky aroma with a loud sniff, which made
her pussy lips dance with delight and passion. Sam led
the sore woman out of her soreness with his finesse
and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, legs
splayed apart invitingly, with 'Fuck Me' written in
bold letters all over her voluptuous, well used body.
She looked pleadingly towards her young lover, her
eyes doing the asking.

Sam felt her pussy and it was so soaked and dripping
that he felt she could take three dicks. He thrust his
hand first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He
withdrew his hand and brought out his hard and eager
dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the married
woman's horny cunt, feeling her cunt muscles spring up
from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Manya felt
her senses leave her as Sam began a slow and steady
fucking motion. He dug into her slowly but never
stopped fucking.His dick had also got itself out of
the first fuck hastiness with Sana earlier and right
now he was well poised to give this horny mother a
deliciously long fucking. He knew she would love it.

Long, deep and steady came the strokes of his cock in
and out of Manya's pussy. She raised her hips to
provide the counter thrusts and he held her hips to
support the thrusts. Their bodies moved in perfect
rhythm as if being orchestrated by an invisible
conductor. The sedate start rose to a crescendo which
lasted another five minutes. Incredibly their fucking
continued unabated for another five minutes till Sam
felt Manya's cunt muscles gripping his dick harder and
harder until they sudenly released their hold. He gave
one final violent thrust into her boiling pussy just
then to time his release with hers. Both their
releases were noiseless, filled with mutual comfort
and understanding. It was the mating of souls.

Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged
Sam hard to herself and lavished his face with hot and
sweaty kisses for long moments. She lay in his arms
for a long time, feeling the passion drain out of her
well fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt
fresh and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like
a true woman. Sam on his part, looked smug and
content, watching the half naked mother's beautiful
features which looked better each time they made love.
If only she'd agree, she'd make a great and natural
model for his brush or camera.

Manya, not realising her lover's intention, rose as
she heard the clock strike three pm. It was getting
time for her men to start arriving one by one. She
whispered the same to Sam, who also rose, holding her
by her naked waist, stroking her lush ass as they
gathered themselves together.

 

Next

Chapter 31

It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya's ripe body was
already pleasured by four young studs, the
newspaperboy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam,
the sensitive lover. Each was a different experience,
rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and
there was also delayed, relaxed sex. Manya loved both.
The hurried sex with the fear of getting caught
stifled her sounds but raised her release levels to
untouched peaks. The relaxed fucking spread the
impulses to all parts of her sexy body making every
pore of her skin glow in response. Here, lying bare
ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glow, making
Sam gaze in continued amazement. Manya turned red when
she saw Sam's adoring eyes. Then her eyes turned soft
and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat next to
her and embraced her, his hands cupping her radiant
face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lust
temporaily out of her system was a bit concerned about
the time. In about half an hour, her sons would
arrive. Her husband would come to collect his bags
before leaving for his flight but she could never
predict the time of his arrival. But she was sure he
would leave soon after his arrival in a tearing hurry.
Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much
more time they could be together. Sam mumbled
something during his kiss, kneading her big breasts
softly. His after sex play was very tender and mature
for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet lips from
his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say.

"Your lips taste like honey, Aunt Manya. Haven't
tasted anything sweeter than them. And I mean both
your lips", he smiled suggestively, with a glint in
his eyes.

Manya blushed beautifully at his wicked line, her hand
involuntarily moving to her pussy mound, feeling its
cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so
well there that she must have secreted a bottle full
of juices, or honey if she were to believe his
flattery. She kept cupping her pussy while getting
kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his part let his hands
roam freely on her full breasts. Their bodies once
again exchanged the warmth of perfect physical
understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested, "Why don't we
do the honey test"?

Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned redder than
ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew
they had very little or no time. She loved being
treated the way Sam was treating her, in that extra
special manner. But she was confused and lost for
time. Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the
kitchen and emerged with a bottle of honey. Before the
sexy wife could talk, he opened it and poured a few
drops right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussy.
That made the beautiful woman gasp in pleasure and the
gasp turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread
the honey all over her pussy lips, dragging the sweet
liquid deeper to encircle her love bud. The horny
housewife's legs were wrapped around her young lover's
head on the sofa, her hands on his head, with his head
buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and
naked and his delicious act generated further heat in
her body, causing her luscious hips to start a slow
grind against his lapping face. Her cunt was a mess
with her own juices, his cum and the honey. The
resultant taste and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he
suddenly realised that he could go on exploring this
beautiful, depraved woman's body for days together.
Her secretion levels were overwhelming and if stranded
with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able
to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty,
voluptuous body at his disposal. He continued nibbling
and digging into the aroused housewife's quivering
cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell ring.
Manya's first reaction was panic but she quickly
composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should
pick up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She
donned her petticoat with the honey treated juices
dripping from her heated pussy. Putting on her
sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly
fucked housewife, opened the door to let in her
children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at
their dishevelled mother. Her body was sweaty, hair
uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with
perspiration. Sweat had dampened her full cleavage too
and Binu found his mother's breasts to be fascinating
mounds by themselves. Instead of his usual movement
towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his
face into her large cleavage, his hands rubbing her
bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and
smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son,
leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every pore of his
full bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the
fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food,
pleasantly surprised at the rich spread from the
restaurant.

In the course of feeding her kids, Manya got back to
sanity until Binu suddenly noticed the bottle of honey
lying on the living room table and said "Mom do we use
honey for any of these things ?"

Embarassed, Manya found a way out by stating that she
had mixed honey with tea in the morning as a health
prescription. "No wonder you look so nice and healthy
Mom", chipped in Binu in unabashed appreciation. Deen
looked up at his Mom and saw her looking at him too.
They all smiled together at Binu's compliment.Manya
however, blushed in aroused embarassment and smiled in
that soft, smug manner, which gave her elder son
uncomfortable erections.

It was just before her sons finished their food that
the adulterous mother slipped into the kitchen and
silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen
door. He did so but not before grabbing the lusty
housewife by her waist and giving a long and wet kiss
on her full lips. Manya gasped noiselessly and tried
to remain away from the line of vision of the door. On
sensing the sexy mother's yielding, Sam intensified
his kiss and helped himself to a generous half a
minute pawing of her half exposed tits. He withdrew
with a sound and left through the kitchen door. Hoping
that her sons had not heard the kiss, the lusty mother
examined her clothing and returned to clear the table,
while her sons went to change their clothes. She felt
sticky all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had
slurped away most of the honey from her still itchy
cunt and deep within she could still feel the light
dabs of his tongue all over her insides. She
experienced yet another shiver and decided that she
should bathe before her bodily mess was too obvious to
her kids.

The bath was more cleansing than refreshing for the
straying wife and mother. In the course of ten minutes
she wiped out every trace of her hot sex sessions that
her body could carry. What she could not wipe out was
the extra fresh glow on her face which came only from
good, fulfilling fucking

to be continued.
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Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with
mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi
transparent saree and wore it without a petticoat. She
also matched it with a white blouse without a bra. The
saree fell right down her hips and settled at the
lowest possible level. It did look like it would fall
right off her juicy body any moment. The transparent
texture gave ample hints of her trimmed bush and full
thighs from the front and her well rounded but firm
asscheeks from the rear. With her full bodied charms
being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a lust
angel in white. Her beautiful face was relegated to
the background by her opulent curves protruding fully
out of her flimsy saree and tight blouse. Wanting to
spend some time with her kids, she walked towards
Deen's room. On the way she heard the bell. She opened
the door to see the flower vendor. She gave him his
most heavenly sight of the day, her full breasts
showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff
exposed all the way down to her thick black bush. She
saw his eyes focused on the V region between her
thighs and crossed them as if to draw his attention.
His gaze right into her bush sent a mild pleasure
impulse through her body. She allowed him to caress
her hand while giving the flowers. Even as the door
was open she lifted her hands above her head to secure
the flowers in her hair. In doing so the housewife's
entire midriff embedded with that deep and provocative
navel was on display to the flower seller. He kept
looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality
that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if
the lady as much as tripped, her whole saree would
come untied, leaving her glorious, fleshy charms open
to the world. Manya smiled as she shut the door on
him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's room to find Binu also
there. Deen was at his table studying while Binu was
on the bed trying to read something. Manya took a book
and slipped next to Binu, lying on her stomach. She
took one of her favourite romantic novels to read.
While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept
kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her well toned
and fair calves. Deen looked at his sexy mother's
form. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer
white saree and being on her stomach, her curvy waist
and hips were totally exposed to their gaze. The back
of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby
leaving about eighty percent of her back bare right
upto her asscrack. With flowers in her hair she looked
every inch a bride on her wedding night and in that
minimal clothing she looked a bride who ached for a
fucking. Manya turned around suddenly onto her back
while reading. Her saree top which was already down,
was now totally swept off her shoulders and the bottom
of the saree was now almost midway up her thighs.
Manya kept reading, seemingly unaware of the body
display she was putting on. Her attire was nothing new
before her kids and she kept reading, not realisng
that her saree rode right upto her ample thighs. Her
breasts rose and fell with each breath and her belly
responded with smaller heaving motions of its own. She
looked a delectable piece of beauty and Deen felt that
she could get raped if she continued with her lewd
body language. He saw Binu also notice their horny
mother with rapidly rising interest.

Binu swung into action very soon. He kept his book
aside and placed his head on his Mom's juicy belly.
Manya stirred but did not make any sudden move. Binu
began his exploratory exercise of his mother's fleshy
midriff. He first kissed it all over in slow and
steady licks. He concentrated on the ticklish and
sensitive zone around her deep navel and actually
lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this
belly worship. She placed her hand on her son's head
lightly but did not look down. Binu carried his
fascination for his mother's hot body to higher levels
when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the
sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both mother and son
again settled into their respective pursuits. Manya
could feel the tide rising in her loins. She got
wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The
juices gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was sure
that Binu could sniff her arousal aroma. If Binu
sniffed it he didn't show it but his hands now fully
encircled his mother's big hips and drew her lush
lower body further into his face. Manya's midriff was
now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by
her younger son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked
ripe and ready for fucking from the manner in which
she was writhing her hips trying to appear normal. Her
horniness carried across the room towards him and when
he saw her face, the troubled features starkly
reflected the burning lust within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their skins when he moved
his head closer to Manya's bosom and said "Mom, when
was the last time I had milk from your breasts"? A
stunned Manya looked at her son's head which was just
a few inches from her right breast. Deen felt his cock
harden at the sight of his younger brother looking at
his Mom's breast while she was almost obscenely
sprawled on the bed with her saree top off.

"You were very young then Binu. You cannot drink any
more now from them", she whispered in reply also
feeling excited that her breasts were being discussed
by her son.

"Why can't I drink from them now", queried Binu,
taking both his mother and Deen aghast. His hands were
still on her fleshy, almost fully exposed hips. Her
saree had slipped even lower and Deen could see that
the beginnings of his mother's lower hips.Binu's hand
was resting on that ridiculously exposed part as he
talked.

The sexually troubled mother managed to mutter, "No
milk will come out now Binu". But Manya's younger son
would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering
her to allow him to taste her milk in a childish
demonstration of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether
his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't
make out from the situation. Suddenly to his utter
amazement and wild arousal, he saw his well breasted
mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one full boob
and thrust it into Binu's accepting mouth. His cock
ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half
exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into
her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as
he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just
kept silent as Binu feasted on his mother's boob while
his hands were still placed on her full, exposed hips.
Deen adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn't take
his eyes off that wild sight. Binu kept suckling for
one full minute, during which Manya simply sat back,
head up, chest out, wearing a smile that occasionally
turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was
getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no
move to remove her son's head from her juicy tit.
Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snigger
saying that there was no milk and the taste was not as
good as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son.
Then came the moment even deen didn't expect. Manya
turned to Deen, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the
same exposed pose asked her elder son "Do you want to
try too?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was hard and
his balls were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed
and slowly, without any sense of hurry buttoned her
blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain
down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed,
her hips upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of
her thigh. In a minute she turned and in the same semi
naked condition, slept with her back to her son Deen,
showing him the full and high cheeked glory of her
ass. Binu had left the room after his boob suckling,
leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the
well exposed body of his Mom, a few feet away,
bursting all over with curves, the young son fished
out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking care not
to make any sound. He kept looking at his mother's
massive derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack
throughout his frantic masturbation. He pumped and
pumped at his cock, not taking his eyes off his
mother's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the
first of which almost landed on the bed next to his
sexy mom. Manya did not realize what Deen was doing
but was lost in her own world of lust after all the
attention she got from her son. It did not bother her
mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got
her juices started all over again. Her right hand
rested again on her pussy through her transparent
saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete strokes
since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single
movement of his horny mother because he guessed what
she could be upto.
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Chapter 33

After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to take a
walk to cool off. Binu had already gone off to his
friend's place. He whispered into his mother's ear
that he would be gone for an hour or so and Manya
nodded in her partial slumber. Deen took one look at
his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and
absolute beauty of her face. He also noted that her
saree had now gone right past her thighs to just a few
inches below her hot pussy. He left the house and
locked the door behind him before he burst a blood
vessel.

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the house, Manya
heard the front door ring again. Knowing that it was
her husband she rose and quickly went to open it. Desh
entered the house in a hurry but paused only for a
while to take in his wife'attire and dreamy look. In
that white saree she looked a dream. But the saree
looked like it would slip right off her body. He
caught her by the hips, surprising Manya. Instead of
the fondling and caressing which Manya expected, he
lifted the folds of the saree and tried to tuck them
higher around her waist. The saree refused to oblige
and he let it fall again. Manya held her husband by
the shoulder, hoping that his planned departure for a
week would make him a bit more romantic. But she was
disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the
bedroom to pack his bags. He took a few minutes and
came back again to the living room to give a brief
kiss to his stunning wife. Manya limply accepted the
kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after
which he left for his trip.Even those gallant attempts
she had made to stroke his dick through his trousers
did not jerk life into Desh. Life could not have got
more frustrating for the lovely wife.

Not wanting to allow depression to sweep her, she
readjusted her clothing around herself, slipped on a
petticoat underneath her white saree and a black bra
under her white blouse. She waited for Deen and Binu
to return.

Her two sons were happy when their mother suggested
that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to
take her mind off all things sexual. The three of them
reached the cinema house got their tickets. With Manya
in the middle, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful
Mom inside. A bunch of local youths gave catcalls when
they saw the sexy mother's lush ass sway away from
them in a mind blowing manner. Manya ignored them like
she always did. Inside, while watching the film, both
sons held their Mom's hands from either side
possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his
elbows frequently brushed against the sides of her
breasts. Manya relaxed against his elbow after a
while, engrossed in the film. Once in a while she felt
Binu's hands on her thighs whenever a funny scene came
on screen. He would just squeeze her thigh and remove
his hand. Manya became more and more aware of Binu's
hands after that. By the end of the film, Binu had
elbowed her tits almost throughout the film and
squeezed her inner thighs atleast seven to eight
times. Deen observed most of this and only kept
caressing his hard dick without his Mom's notice.
Manya was confused from all the happenings, but also
very wet between her thighs. Her body knew only one
way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting
copious love juices.

When the film ended they rose to leave. There was a
long and winding staircase leading to the outside.
Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's hand
and walked down the stairs alongwith the movie going
crowd. There were plenty of guys who were eyeing the
ample body of Manya and some of them came right behind
her and rubbed their dicks hard and swift against her
ass. Manya felt atleast five of them grind their dicks
into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her
asscheeks firmly and gave a couple of strong kneads.
Manya didn't want to create a scene there and silently
endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her
well stacked body with her sons right there. Deen
however was observing all the fondling and groping
being received by his luscious mother. It drove his
dick into overdrive and he stored some of the images
for masturbatory reference later in the night. If ever
there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to look
naked, then it was his mother's.

As Manya stepped off the last stair, she also felt her
rear getting its last anonymous grope and pawing.
Resigning herself to the situation she put her arms
around her two sons and the trio left for home. They
had a light dinner on reaching home and decided that
it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother
whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner,
Deen could sense his brother's restlessness and
eagerness to wind up his eating. He saw his Mom go to
her bedroom for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the brothers could see
that she had hardly changed. The sexy housewife had
merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in
that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to
the world. Binu cuddled up to his full bodied mother
and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly
button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing
shorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they
had switched off the lights and crept up to the
bedroom door which was unlocked. Through a small slit
at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a
nightlamp. He could make out their shifting and moving
forms and heard his beautiful Mom murmur many a time.
He didn't hear Binu's voice but only his mother's soft
moans and murmurs. His brother had one leg thrown over
his sexy Mom's hips. He was hugging into her from
behind, his head on her beautiful neck, his dick
pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered
only by a single layer of flimsy garment. His hand
which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all
over her huge, naked midriff. His Mom did not say
anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of
the night, at that moment, the telephone rang next to
Manya and her sleeping son. Deen continued watching
and hearing.
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Chapter 34

Manya shifted herself onto her back and took the
receiver to her ear. Binu's head now rested right in
the center of her stomach, his lips just where he
loved, on her navel. Her saree pallu was off and flung
aside. It was Ram on the phone.

Manya felt the flow of blood quicken through her.
Binu's ministrations had been getting her hotter and
hotter but she could not stop him. She also realized
that she probably did not want to stop him. She was
fully wet from feeling his young cock against her full
ass and his eager stroking of her belly and hips added
fuel to her raging fires.

"Hi", she greeted in acknowledgement into the phone,
her voice sounding quite sexy and husky. Binu was busy
licking her navel and she had one hand lightly on his
head.

"I'm back here and wanted to tell you that we can meet
tomorrow", informed Ram in a gentle tone.

"Mmmmmm,", moaned Manya both as a reply and in
response to the darting probe which Binu's tongue had
just given to her belly button. Her juices were in
full flow now.

"Desh will be busy for atleast a week. I missed you
after that night", went on Ram, into Manya's ears.

"Same here. I miss you now," whispered Manya into the
phone, pressing her left hand over her breasts after
noticing that Binu's head was down on her belly,
licking and gnawing her flesh. She gave a gasp when
she felt her son's tongue rotate deeply in her navel.

"What happened, are you allright", enquired Ram on
hearing her gasp.

"Yes, I'm OK, dear," mumbled Manya, now feeling her
son's hands encircle her hips fully while he sucked
into her stomach. Her saree had slipped well below her
hips now from the top and she could feel Binu's hand
encounter her upper butt and cup the flesh warmly.
"Mmmmmm", she moaned, out of control again.

"Your voice is making me go wild. I am in orbit now
and stroking myself", said Ram lustily.

"Same thing is happening to me here", whispered the
horny housewife to her illicit lover while her son's
tongue continued to ravage her lush belly. His chest
was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered
whether he could feel her wetness. She was indeed
dripping now. Her left hand mashed her breasts over
her thin blouse and she tweaked her nipples by herself
and let out another long moan. Binu took it to be her
usual moan while he played around with his mother.

"Someday we must do it in office, on my desk", teased
Ram. That made Manya's blood rush and she barely
managed a reply trying to battle the impulses of her
son's licking of her navel. His hands were actually
now caressing the naked portion of her upper ass, the
closest he got so far. From a distance it apeared to
the watching Deen that his brother was actually
squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her pussy.
Her conversation awakened his curiousity and craned
his ear to listen.

"We will, I'm waiting for it," whimpered the horny
mother into the phone holding her son's head in total
arousal.

"And I want you to come braless to my office," said
Ram. "After fucking on my desk, I want you to slip
under it topless and begin a long blowjob. I'll
dictate a letter to my secretary as you blow me", went
on Ram. "Where would you like me to cum? Face or
mouth?"

"Mouth...", mumbled the overly aroused wife, her voice
breaking away as a flood of juices washed over her
insides. This last line did it to her.The searing lust
caused by her lover's lewd talk and her son's
continuous loving worship of her heated body carried
her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's
head hard as her juices oozed out of her pussy with a
force that wet her saree around her crotch. Binu
couldn't understand why his mother held his head so
hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest which
was pressed against his Mom's warm lap. The lap had
been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden
shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up
from four inches below her navel, past the huge belly
territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his
Mom's lovely face bearing a glazed look. She had
muttered a good night and tossed the phone away, her
face and chest panting. Binu saw his mother's glorious
boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He
looked down to where he was. His chest was against her
crotch and her saree was bunched up around her hips,
leaving her thighs fully naked. His cock ached and
throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had
followed parts of her intimate conversation. He gazed
at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the phone"?

Stunned to reality, the horny, adulterous mother
looked down at her son in her almost naked lap and
whispered softly, "Yes Binu, it was your father".

Her elder son, who was watching this explosive double
sourced orgasm of his oversexed mother from not very
far away and with a bursting dick, knew better than
that.

To be continued.

 

next

Chapter 35
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The perversely thrilling sight of his sexy, half naked
mother getting an orgasm talking to her husband's boss
while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully
exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage dick into
overdrive. He groaned inwardly and ran into his
bedroom clutching his cock. He pulled out an old
photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that night
making sure that he came on his Mom's face in the
picture. His mother's wantonness flashed vividly
across, each time he masturbated. At the end of each
ejaculation he couldn't help wondering where his
oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he
wouldn't miss out on any of her adulterous escapades
in future.

The oversexed mother, in the meanwhile felt herself
sticky and wet both inside and outside. While her
gushing juices washed her insides, her younger son's
midriff and navel licking left her sticky all over the
middle. She looked down after her release to his head
which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep.
His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked
belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the
sheer white saree, which was wet around the crotch.
Both his hands were around her hips and his right hand
was infact cupping her exposed upper butt. For a
second she was ashamed of herself for orgasming right
when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the
shame turned to a wild pleasure. Binu's nibbling had
turned her fires on and she was in a sexual turmoil
when Ram's call came. His lewd talk was the trigger
she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed
herself to be swept over by the impulses. Now, after
her orgasm, she merely found her son to be cute in her
lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly
covered with almost her entire thigh region exposed.
She could feel her pussy spasm mildly against Binu's
chest and wondered how it would have been in the
course of her phone talk and orgasm. The thought made
the straying wife shiver. And the shiver brought out
some excess lust from her loins. She was still
troubled despite her release because she hadn't been
fucked. Her ripe body hadn't received its fuck
sedation. If anything she felt hornier than before.

Manya had gone off to a difficult sleep in the same
posture. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered
that Binu had now changed his position. His body had
drifted away but his head was now right on her crotch.
But he was fast asleep with a half smile on his lips.
Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she
remembered how busy her son's lips had been the
previous night. They seemed to want to simply devour
her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Binu
realised the effect his squeezing and kissing was
having on her. Somehow she still couldn't take his
acts to be outrightly sexual. But she conceded that
her son was indeed obsessed with her body, especially
her navel and ass. Gently she lifted her son's head
from her warm and damp pelvic area and placed it on
the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree
fall right off her juicy body onto the floor. Clad in
just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it
was half past five. The beautiful housewife went butt
naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She
realised it would be atleast an hour before either of
her sons woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she
re entered the bedroom in the same half nude state.
She put on a petticoat and a black bra. She wore the
same white saree and blouse over the undergarments and
decided to catch some fresh, early morning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into
the freshness of the dawn, towards the joggers park
situated about 100 yards from her house. Her white
saree highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her
squeezy waist flesh, while the black bra only served
to draw sharp attention to her beautifully shaped
breasts through the white blouse. Her navel was the
instant draw from the front, peering out invitingly
through the sheer white saree. Her rear view was
irresistible with her heavy buttocks swaying
provocatively with each step while her exposed upper
hips and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a
man's wet dream. To the secretly following Deen, his
mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.

Manya felt more and more itchy between her thighs as
she walked. The nip in the air played with her skin,
making her nipples poke out sharply through her bra
and blouse. She was carrying the night's arousal in
her loins and her slow body sway suggested that she
was indeed in sexual need. Her son followed her from a
distance of about 50 metres, taking care not to be
observed. Every passerby turned and ogled the sexy
mother as she trudged along lazily. None believed that
she had come out for some exercise. On reaching the
park after giving scores of hard ons on the way, the
frustrated wife sought a slightly secluded spot and
sat in meditation posture under a tree. Almost
immediately she was greeted with a "Hello Mrs. M, good
morning" ____________ ______

Chapter 36
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Looking up with a start, she saw Salman's father in
jogging attire. The stocky fifty year old man had been
lusting after her voluptuous body for a while now.
Manya also felt her flesh stiffen under his hot look.
She was silent as he sat next to her under the tree,
not more than a few inches from her.

"I see that your husband has left you alone to
nature," he said suggestively, not bothering about
niceties. Manya felt it may be due to the arrogance of
having seen his son fuck her.

"Yes", she sighed, and felt his strong and rough hand
on her shoulder. The warm touch made her loins wet and
her already aroused body responded on its own.

"It's a pity so much of beauty is being wasted. Let me
show you the new varieties of roses over there" he
pointed towards an even more secluded spot, holding
her waist in the same motion, as if to help her.

With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny
housewife rose and allowed herself to be led towards
the spot, his warm grip heating her body all over. She
blamed it on the early morning horniness, but gave in
to the older man's advances, recollecting his steely
grip over her waist, hips and wet ass during the Holi
dunking.

"It was you who set the ball rolling on Holi", she
told him softly. "Others wouldn't have grabbed me
otherwise".

"I'm sure you have no regrets Manya," said the older
man. "You won yourself a big lot of admirers".

"You mean horny admirers", she smiled, looking at his
bulging crotch. As was her habit, she didn't make any
move but only waited for his initiative.

"This dick hasn't turned limp since then Manya",
grunted the man as he fished out his cock and thrust
it into her unsuspecting hands.

Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his action and
the thickness of his dick. Her palm enclosed it well
and fully and the steely meat jerked eagerly in her
hands. A moan escaped her lips and she began a slow
jerking motion. Her body was hot now and her juices
began the outward journey down her lush thighs.
Salman's father was a man of little talk and all
action, which suited the straying wife well. He placed
his voluptuous target on the grass under the tree,
ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his
rough, firm hand to handle her body. She lay flat on
the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single motion, he lifted the white saree right
over the needy housewife's fair and creamy thighs and
grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a
little too loudly for safety. Her wetness surprised
the older man and the heat of her twat only made his
lust peak. He bent and thrust his thick cock into her
soaked pussy almost immediately. He began the hard
pumping, first in quick thrusts, which tapered into
gasping slower ones. His hands reached out and gripped
her aching breasts, making the flesh quiver. The horny
wife writhed under his onslaught and her passion rose,
making her hips rise to meet every thrust of her older
lover. The squishy sounds of his cock plundering her
cunt filled the silent air and even in that state, the
horny, adulterous woman hoped that they would not be
heard. She did not know however that her own son was
peeping and hearing, unseen from a distance, in a
state of extreme arousal and excitement.

The older man's thick cock pistoned in and out of
Manya's receptive pussy. The early morning dew soaked
the exposed part of the horny housewife's waist, back
and legs, which was a lot of her wholesome body at
that moment. She lay sprawled on the wet grass,
reasonably hidden, getting balled by the older man
whose son had fucked the daylights out of her
ravishing body just the previous day. The open air
fucking charged her lusty body into renewed vigour.
Manya raised her hips to meet every single thrust of
his with a force that surprised the stocky man. The
dick clasping power of the cheating wife below him
took the morning vigour out of him and in less than
five minutes, he was spurting out his semen, mashing
her full breasts savagely. The spurt of his cum hit
her deep inside and the beautiful woman got her day's
first seed blast in the early hours, when she was
lying half naked in the park, obscenely surrendering
her lush, horny body to Salman's father, while many
other housewives were taking brisk walks less than
twenty metres away.

As the older man rose from the sexy body he had just
plundered, he looked around cautiously for any
possible danger. Sensing none, he whispered to the
woman he had just fucked that he would leave first and
she could give a five minute lag before leaving
herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began
to gather her clothes over her wet thighs. The saree
was damp from the dew and so was the back of her
blouse. The damp saree stuck to the curves of her ass,
causing a very arousing crack. From a distance of
twenty metres, partially hidden, her son Deen felt
that his mother looked outrageously sexy and
positively vulgar at that time of the morning, with
the birds chirping around her. Her body looked so used
and incongruous with the fresh surroundings with all
the damp dirt on her. He did not see her getting her
day's first fucking, but he could hear it. He remained
in his vantage position even after Salman's father had
left. He saw his sexy mother adjust her saree and
recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman
and Sam emerge from another side of the park and move
towards the tree where Manyawas hidden behind. Deen
saw them have a brief discussion after which Salman
went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and
walked away, leaving the adulterous woman with Salman.
Deen could only view a part of the scene behind the
tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and bend her.
Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi upright
pose. He was on his knees, making thrusting movements,
prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous mother
was on all fours, getting fucked doggie style by the
young stud. This searing wantoness being displayed by
his horny mother drove Deen crazy and he began a long
and hard jerking of his dick, watching the facial
expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his
mother. All he could see was the absolute ferocity
writ large on Salman's face as he drove his cock deep
into Manya and literally pummelled her body into
submission.The passion was too high and he came much
earlier than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into
the bushes before him, quickly zipped up and made his
way out of the park home, thinking that it woud be
better to reach before his Mom returned from her early
morning escapade. He could distinctly hear Salman call
his mother a bitch as he rammed into her pussy from
behind.Theranting of Salman as he royally balled
Deen's mother like a cheap whore receded as Deen
walked away. On his return journey he saw many middle
aged women walking around, either with their husbands
or their dogs, revelling in the morning freshness. He
gave one last thought to his own lusty mother who at
that time was on all fours, her luscious ass high up
in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy
just a couple of years older than her son. Sensing
another erection he went home, entered through the
open kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother
to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched
unseen, not very far from the kitchen door, waiting
for Manya.

Manya's body was raised deliriously to a breathtaking
orgasm by the furious fucking given by Salman's young
cock. Being a bunny for the second fuck, the son's
cock came as a bonus to the sexy wife after the father
had pumped and filled her well. Holding her ample hips
and squeezing her swaying boobs occasionally the stud
spewed his semen into the horny's wife's greedy cunt
after ten minutes of furious fucking. Manya got her
day's second seed blast from Salman and it was not
even half past six in the morning.

Realising that the park would get more crowded from
now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would leave
first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the
sexy woman he had just fucked rise and leave slowly.
Her clothes were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to
her lower body, making a very provocative outline of
her well stacked body. Salman felt she looked erotic
in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave
her ass one full squeeze, making the well fucked wife
squeal in half surprise and half joy. Manya walked
right back to her house as steadily as she could, not
bothering to look at any of the onlookers. It was a
safe walk since daylight had begun to break out. In
that dirty, damp attire, strutting her well exposed
ravished body around could have led to gangrape if it
were moonlight instead of morning light. Her walk
carried a slow sway, imparting a sexy heave to her
hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was
walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to greet
Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not
stopping due to her unusual appearance. Sam's Doberman
growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife's
hips with his nose. He had smelled something that was
nice. He smelt a bitch between the well fucked
mother's thighs. Manya drew herself away from Sam and
his dog in alarm. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and
said "Don't worry Aunt Manya. I'll hold him while you
go" ____________ ______

Chapter 37
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A relieved Manya thanked him and started towards her
house. She went around as intended to the kitchen
door, only to be grabbed by a pair of strong hands.
When she saw the milkman, the well used woman was in
no situation to respond. Her sons would be up and
about and she had to ready them for school.

"Not now. I've got to go", she pleaded and tried to
break away from his strong grasp on her full and lush
hips.

"When?", inquired the persistent stud, carrying on
uninterruptedly with his pawing.One hand moved from
her hips to her melon like tits which were already
well mauled so early in the morning.

Manya was amazed at his cockiness. She realized that
he felt she was an easy, willing lay. The thought
didn't disturb her, though the expanding range of her
admirers to cover milkmen made her a wee bit
uneasy.But she didn't dislike the strong grip on her
hips. Infact she felt a softening inside.

"Tomorrow", she said, weakly trying to free herself
from him.He really knew how and where to hold her.

Manya could not however prevent him from feeling her
up all over her stacked chest and hips for one full
minute before release. Red in face again, she blushed,
entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one look at her damp form, she realized that
she needed to change before attending to her motherly
duties of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to
her bedroom, she began stripping off her white saree
and entered her bedroom to find Binu still cuddled up
and asleep. She bent, gave him a light kiss on his ear
and whispered that it was time to wake up.

Binu slowly opened his eyes and saw a well rounded
cleavage staring into his face from a black bra and
white blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit
of his obsession, his mother's deep and juicy navel.
As he rose, it was right in front of his face. He
began with a deep, early morning navel kiss, making
his sexy mother squirm once again. When onto his feet,
he kissed her face and suddenly both mother and son
exchanged a quick lip to lip kiss. A pattern had been
set.

Giving him fifteen minutes to be ready for his bath,
Manya walked out towards Deen's room to check on him.
Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to gret her. He was
fresh except for his bath. Deen had to control another
rush of blood into his dick on seeing his mother in a
petticoat and blouse again. Her expansive belly bore
some scratch marks where the ground had grazed her
during those rousing sex sessions. Instinctively he
reached out to feel her waist around those marks.
Startled, Manya said, "I had slipped in the park
during my morning walk Deen. It should be OK by
tomorrow." Deen was happy that she had not lied
atleast about going to the park.

Like a dutiful mother, Manya prepared breakfast for
her two sons over the next half an hour and stepped
out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu call out
for a bath. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and
Deen ready to be bathed, except that Binu was naked
while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed mother
got down to bathing her sons, taking only a quick look
at Deen's crotch. He was half erect. And Binu was
limp. In the course of the bath she got around to soap
Binu's crotch. The moment her hand encircled his
balls, Binu's dick shot up in two seconds like a
serpent raising its hood. Controlling her raging
emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her
sons. Binu's dick remained at full length during the
entire course of the bath. Manya forced her eyes off
it, only to encounter Deen's hard on jutting out
through his briefs. Both brothers were trying to
maintain normalcy, though Deen's task was tougher.He
watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his
brother's cock, in the act of trying to rinse the soap
away. He did not wonder too hard why it took one full
minute to rinse it away. And now he also found it
normal to see his naked brother fiddling with his
mother's exposed navel very often during the session.
The sexy mother ended the bath and put the shower off.
Deen felt his mother's fingers graze against his cock
in a very light squeeze, but decided that it was by
accident. Ushering them out of the bath, Manya began
her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the
morning's adulterous traces. She felt her pussy lips
puffed up while soaping and a small tingle ran up her
spine as she soaped her erect nipples. The pressure of
the mauling given by the horny father and son still
lingered on her breasts and the hot feel of her son's
erect cock lingered on her dainty fingers. Her pussy
felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something
always seemed to happen after the hardest of fucks to
stoke her fires all over again. Even Deen, as he left
the bath knew that his horny Mom's day had only just
about started in that sense.

Feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out
nude into the bedroom, wiping her armpits and abdomen
along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between
her thighs and was beginning to enjoy the warmth, when
her son's shout for breakfast reminded her of duty
again. Morning sex made her lazy without doubt.No
having the time to decide on clothes, she slipped on a
white petticoat and a black blouse. As usual, she tied
the petticoat five inches below her belly button and
kept the top two buttons of her low cut blouse undone.
This was as good as her standard attire whenever hubby
was away. She felt free and comfortable and didn't
have to change unless she had to go out. She went to
the dining area towards two hard dicks, one of which
went with a pair of eager hands. As she served Binu,
he kept playng with her waist, squeezing the sides and
poking her navel atleast five times during the meal.
Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all
the feels and gropes of her younger son. Once she even
laughed and ruffled his hair. But it was not fun and
games for her pussy. A slow fire had started.

Once her children had left, the amorous wife flopped
on the couch and slipped into a short siesta. She
stirred when she heard the doorbell ring. Her hand
automatically went to her pussy. Every sound of any
bell was something of a wake up call for her pussy.
And the short nap had introduced a gentle tingle in
her loins. Caressing herself between her thighs, she
went towards the door ans paused for a while, as if
unwilling to leave her pussy.

"Who's it?' called out the horny wife, softly.

"It's me Sam," came the reply, much to the sexy
mother's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the
door, only to withdraw her hand from her mound with a
start. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for
her appearance Manyaran into the bedroom. Sana watched
Sam ogling her her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya
returned wearing a dark blue saree over her petticoat.
She was still braless and Sana could clearly make out
her pert nipples poking right out of the blouse and
through the saree. Sana felt outrightly jealous of the
voluptuous older woman. She looked a bundle of sexual
energy and radiated 'fuckability' , unlike herself.
With such thoughts in her mind, she opened a small
envelope and showed it to Manya saying,

"Aunt Manya, I want you to see and comment on these
pictures which Sam took of me", she said. "These are
for my college audition. I want your suggestions so
that Sam can reshoot them if necessary."

Manya took one look at the slender form of the girl in
the pictures and decided that her body was not
captured at the right angles. She suggested that a
long side profile would make her look taller and
highlight her butt better. After a few such
suggestions, Sam suddenly said "Aunt Manya, maybe you
should model and show the pose which would suit Sana
better". ____________ ______Chapter 38

After a moment's hesitation, Manya agreed, with the
comfort that she was fully dressed. Sam had the sexy
wife stretch and lift both her hands while he shot her
sideways from a distance of ten feet, kneeling as he
did so. He showed her the polaroid pic moments later.
Both Sana and Manya marvelled at the pic. While Manya
appreciated the picture quality, Sana gaped in awe at
the sheer majesty and sensuality of Manya's body in
the snap. The flesh of her full midriff was exposed
sideways and her navel appeared sexily stretched with
Manya's hands up in the air. Manya's ass curvature was
roundly highlighted, making her look delectably
erotic. She was well exposed despite being dressed and
Manya blushed as she saw her snap as also Sana's
adoring look. Sam took the next picture from the other
side and this time he focussed on the beautiful
mother's half exposed bosom. Her saree top had slipped
slightly aside and this enabled him to capture the
nipple poking out through the thin, braless blouse.
Manya did not notice her exposed side until she saw
the snap. She looked awesomely erotic. Her face looked
radiant and bore the well fucked glow from the
morning. Her lips looked full and inviting. Both the
pictures put together, she looked hot and in heat.
Sana realised the impact the sexy Manya was having on
her boyfriend. She told him that they had to go
shopping and tried to drag him out of the house.sam
left the two pics with Manya saying, "Mrs. M, your
pictures exude beauty. You'll be a natural hit for
certain kinds of modelling." Sana went ahead faster
and when Sam was leaving the door, Manya whispered to
him,

"What kinds of modelling Sam" The posing had got her
all hot and bothered and being something of an
exhibitionist, she wondered if she would have allowed
Sam to go on with his shoot if Sana wasn't around.

"Different kinds. I'll show you after an hour" he
whispered, giving the sexy, horny mother a quick kiss
on her lips as he rushed out towards his waiting
girlfriend.

The beautiful woman at the door was all charged up as
she saw the couple leave. Hands cupping her moist
pussy, she kept looking until they disappeared from
sight. She was restless for the next hour. She could
feel the heat within herself rising to form a furnace
in her cunt. Looking at her own pictures, she realised
what the men lusted after. She couldn't help admiring
her own ample ass and superbly curved waist which
retained its curvature despite its size. She realised
what Binu liked too as she stared at her own midriff
and navel.

"Goodness Manya, you horny woman, you are turning your
sons crazy", she thought. "You are bound to get fucked
soon at this rate", she thought to herself. Her pussy
caressing soon shifted gears to masturbatory mode and
soon she was sprawled on the couch, petticoat off, her
right hand digging furiously into her pussy. She
writhed and moaned about as her fingers toyed with her
clit and soaked cuntlips. The air around her felt too
hot and her body ached for a hard dick to silence her
throbbing vagina. As if in answer the doorbell rang
and was accompanied by Sam's voice even before she
could call out. With a sense of joy and bursting
passion, she ran towards the door with only her blouse
on, hands thrusting into her pussy and opened the
door. Sam stared at the heaving, horny wife before
him. His young eyes and cock took in the vulgar, sexy
sight of the near nude, shameless mother whose face
seemed to beg for his dick. He moved in and closed the
door behind him, dropping his bag on the floor.

The passionate duo slumped to the ground barely two
feet from the door. Manya could not wait longer. She
fell backwards on the floor and spread her thighs
apart lewdly, spreading her cuntlips open. Bending his
head, Sam stared at the openly spread pussy before
him. They were pink, wet and swollen. He could sense
their throbbing even without touching them. The black
pubic hair glistened from the wetness spread by the
over aroused wife. Manya's hands were continuously
stroking the lips even as she held them open for Sam
to lick, fuck, do anything. Somewhere in his mind came
the thought that this lusty woman's pussy would make a
great close up shot. Shutting it out of his mind, he
positioned himself before the widespread housewife and
thrust his bursting cock in one single go into that
adulterous, soaked cunt. The motions that followed
were hard, quick and continuous. The sounds that
followed were passionate, loud and guttural. The
orgasm that came was huge, convulsive and drenching.

The lusty, partly satisfied housewife lay naked next
to her door, having been majestically fucked by her
young neighbour. Sam had ripped off her blouse in the
course of their hot and fast fucking and she was now
lewd and nude, sprawled on the floor with Sam still
holding her ass, stroking the cheeks gently. They all
loved Manya's ass, both before and after fucking it
off her.

Sam, the artistic lover, slowly moved his face between
the luscious mother's wet thighs. They were still
quivering mildly as his lips traced their way along
their inner fleshiness. She smelled beautiful despite
the fucking. His lip movements stirred the well fucked
woman. Her hips began to heave slightly. Sam inhaled
the aroma of her violently fucked pussy, making the
sexy wife writhe again. He placed his face at the
entrance of her cunt and lightly lapped at her lips,
cleaning all the fluids that decorated them. Manya was
moaning now all over again as her young lover licked
her ravaged pussy clean. She held his head lightly as
his face gradually buried itself between her thighs.
The horny, beautiful wife felt very well loved and
cared for. Sam was so unlike the others she thought.
He loved her body and continued to worship it even
after fucking it thoroughly. Her heart began to melt
while her pussy began to boil once again. Then she
heard Sam mutter from her bush,

"Aunt Manya, you have a lovely, full pussy. It's so
pink, ripe and dripping. Like Mother' Nature's
treasures".

"Uhmmmmm," Manya gushed at the praise being showered
by the sensitive boy. Her heart leapt with joy and her
eyes glowed warmly. She went soft as his lips once
again delved into her cunt. She spread her legs apart
fully in complete, willing surrender to his licking
and nibbling when he said,

"It will make the world's best and erotic picture Aunt
Manya," he whispered into her cuntlips.

"What Sam," gasped the hot housewife as her blood
raced though her lush body.

"Your pussy, Aunt Manya," whispered the artistic
teenager raising his head from the sexy wife's bush.
"Can I photograph it?"

"Maybe laaaater Sam," whimpered the fully aroused
woman. "First lick me till I cum", she sobbed and
begged.

"Sure Aunt Manya", said the victorious teenager. He
had got the beautiful mother to agree for a pussy shot
by zeroing in during her weakest moment. Without a
moment's delay he dipped his head right into her
dripping twat and licked and nibbled away into the
horizon as the lusty mother quivered, moaned and
writhed, grasping his head hard all the while.
____________ ______Chapter 39

The young photographer licked and sucked the
housewife's pussy keeping his hands around the ripe
swell of her hips. He kept kneading her naked hips
during his entire tongue act. The naked wife and
mother twisted and turned on the bare floor right next
to her main door in maddened lust. Her body tuned
deliciously wild and Sam's slow licking only
manipulated her desire to hitherto untouched levels.
For fifteen full minutes Sam didn't lift his head from
the beautiful woman's juicy snatch. For those full
fifteen minutes Manya squirmed and squirmed in
mounting ecstasy, unable to believe these new peaks of
pleasure. It was the first genuine attempt made by any
male to give her hot pussy this kind of a loving
tongue treatment. Sam seemed to be in love with her
pussy. Her cuntlips were being kissed with greater
passion and care than any woman's facial lips. In
between she felt Sam raising his head from her snatch
to look at her beautiful face. She saw that his face
was covered with her oozing sexual juices and he wore
a look of awe. Manya's heart gushed out with a
fondness that she never felt throughout her frustrated
life. She kept rubbing his head softly, moaning to
indicate her appreciation as the young artist carried
her rhythmically towards a searing orgasm. When Manya
climaxed, she wrapped her thighs tightly around Sam's
face in a possessive grip and wailed out her release,
sobbing when the last few spasms left her sweaty body.
The mischievous teenager and the horny mother remained
in that posture for a full ten minutes. Manya didn't
want to release his head until Sam rose by himself.
Sam just didn't feel like leaving that pink, aromatic,
sloppy zone which he had reduced to a throbbing,
puffed up mess. Then the clock struck to announce it
was eleven am. The licentious couple stirred and rose,
exchanging a mild burst of laughter.

The sticky and nude mother looked absolutely ravishing
as Sam continued to survey her wholesome body. Manya
rose and suddenly sat back again, reclining against
the wall next to the main door. She felt a bit weak in
the legs. Sam stared at the well fucked form of the
beautiful woman more out of astonishment than any
other feeling. The more her body was pleasured, the
more she glowed. He felt that she was created for sex.
His eyes fell onto the horny woman's inner thighs and
the junction. The area was sticky and wet. Manya was
feeling her cuntlips with a smile on her face, keeping
her eyes closed. She looked like she was reliving the
last one hour in her mind. Sam felt that her body and
face could be the best specimen for any class on
erotica. He shifted closer to the sexy wife and kissed
her lips softly. That made Manya open her eyes and
look lovingly into his eyes. She had a look of deep
gratitude on her face as she kept kissing him. Sam
hugged her naked body closer to his and licked her
face all over, taking away the sweat beads. Manya
hugged him even closer, loving his attention. Her face
looked very angelic and lovable with the contented
glow. Very slowly Sam reached into his bag and fished
out his polaroid camera. In one smooth motion he
clicked her beautiful face in a frontal view. Manya
smiled indulgently while he clicked and this made her
face even more desirable. She saw the picture when he
handed it to her. She looked absolutely angelic in her
contentment. Her eyes glowed warmly and her cheeks had
the cream of satisfaction. There was a certain quality
of moistness in her lips and at the time of clicking
Manya may have been biting her lower lip. The effect
was astounding. Sam felt that if any face could
represent the freshly fucked glow, then it was the
face in this picture. He asked Manya whether he could
keep this picture since it was only her face. The
naked housewife smiled and nodded.

Sam sensed that Manya was now in the right mood to
fulfill her promise. Working on the sexy woman's pussy
had gradually generated a loving fondness for her in
him and he decided that there was no spot on earth
more heavenly and intoxicating than the V between the
voluptuous mother's thighs. His passion for her pussy
grew stronger and stronger and now he placed his
fingers again on her fully drenched mound and said,
"Aunt Manya, I'll take one snap of your lovely pink
pussy". He was playing with the outer lips as he
asked.

In the last hour, Manya developed so much love for Sam
that he could have asked for anything and got it. She
moaned out a loving, "Yes Sam. But I hope my face
won't show".

"Not at all Aunt Manya. I'll only take close ups",
replied Sam, increasing the pressure of his fingers
and subtly indicating to the wildly aroused woman that
he would be taking more than one picture.

"OK Sam. But go and keep the kitchen door open just in
case the doorbell rings and you have to make a quick
exit", she whispered. Sam nodded and left for the
kitchen stark naked. Manya let out a regretful sigh as
the teenager's hand left her sloppy pussy. She
replaced the gap with her own fingers and caressing
herself till Sam returned. Sam found that the kitchen
door was already open. "Manya may not have realised
that she'd kept it open", he reasoned and went back to
the nude housewife by the main door. He didn't mention
to her, as an unnecessary detail, about the kitchen
door being open and proceeded to resume his warm up
act on the horny woman's cunt.

Both the cheating wife and the opportunist teenager
didn't know that the kitchen door was open because
Manya's voyeur son Deen had sneakily opened it before
leaving for school that morning. He understood that
his horny mother had a sexually active day ahead and
he wasn't going to miss it even if he had to miss
classes. He ran back as soon as he could and crept
into the house silently to spy on his mother's
adultery. By the time he came and sneaked into his
room without being heard, Sam was pumping into his
lusty Mom and they appeared close to orgasm. He saw
his Mom through her third seed blast of the day and
stared on in fascination at the sublime cunnilingus
that followed. Sam was at work like a master lover
reducing his mother to a quivering throbbing mess in
his hands. Deen jerked off twice throughout Sam's
tongue ravishing of his Mom's beautiful pussy. Though
from a distance, it was the first time he had such a
clear, prolonged view of his mother's hungry, pink and
beautiful cunt. And she had simply spread it open for
Sam to do anything he pleased. Deen was seeing new
peaks in his mother's nymphomania. Looking at Sam
lapping and fingering her, he thought that Sam was
doing what he himself would have loved to do. He loved
his mother and loved his mother's pussy too. But he
could never think of fucking her. Licking her pussy
was not only well within his domain but the teenage
son thought that he could actually express his love
this way. He imagined himself in Sam's place,
manipulating his mother's cunt to higher and higher
levels of debauched submission. His eyes were glued to
the nakedly licentious duo next to the main door.

Chapter 40
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Sam knelt on his belly, flat on the ground and brought
his camera close to the housewife's pussy. Placing it
at an angle that would focus right onto her pink
opening, he rose on his knees and whispered into the
horny woman's ear after a minute's pussy fondling,
"Aunt Manya, use your fingers to spread those lovely
lips open". Manya responded immediately to spread her
lips as if in a trance. Sam clicked the first picture
and left the camera where it lay. He rose towards
Manya's face and this time kissed her earlobe and
cheeks. His hand first caressed her cuntlips again and
suddenly moved up to her trembling breasts. Tweaking
one nipple Sam said slowly "Now Manya, spread them
once more". The horny housewife complied again. Sam
took the second picture. Immediately Sam began kissing
the sexy mother all over her face, wetting her eyes,
lips and cheeks. Manya simply closed her eyes and
allowed Sam a free hand on her body. Her watching son
observed that his mother's hand never left her soaked
pussy after each snap. Deen was amazed at Sam's
mastery over his nude mother's mind. Sam had
understood that the way to Manya's heart was through
her pussy. In half jealousy and full arousal, Deen
witnessed his neighbour friend photgraph his naked
mother's pussy, feeeling her up between shots to
maintain her arousal and state of mind. Towards the
end of the session Sam would actually lap at her
widespread pussy between shots, squeezing her breasts
with his hands, mumbling his appreciation and praise
on the horny woman. His beautiful mother however,
simply moaned and writhed though the session. She was
never allowed to think. Deen saw that for the last few
shots, she was actually flat naked on the floor, her
knees bent, with her hands spreading her pussy lips
for Sam. She looked every inch a cheap pornstar to her
son. And her son was readying himself for one last
jerk off when Sam suddenly asked, "Aunt Manya, can I
take the last shot with my usual camera and not the
polaroid?"

Manya looked down at Sam's face burid between her
crotch. After he spoke, he had resumed his tongue
lashing of her ravaged cunt. The strokes were making
her swollen lips ooze and tingle. She found all her
defences broken down by his expert licking. "Yes", she
gasped aloud. But only my...", her voice trailed off.

"Only your pussy Aunt Manya. Only your beautiful
pussy," mumbled Sam in assurance. Deen saw Sam take
the last few licks of his juicy cunted mother before
bringing out his regular camera for a well zoomed
close up. He clicked and bent to kiss the widespread,
obliging housewife, his hands once again resuming a
cunt caress. The submissive housewife yielded
gratefully to his touch after being at the receiving
end of his pussy worship. Sam's heart gushed with
fondness and love too for this lovely mature woman.
She had indulged his every fancy in the course of
their adulterous mating. He realised that he was
indeed obsessed with her wet and lusty cunt with its
intoxicatingly musky aroma.

Manya however was writhing a lot. All the attention on
her pussy with the kisses, licks and caresses had
stoked her fires to burning levels. The photo session
brought a rousing thrill to the whole morning's lust,
making Manya's ripe body swell in the glow of
appreciation. Her desire to be craved for had been
fulfilled. But her desire to have the newly stoked
fires extinguished rose. It rose and rose, making her
writhe before Sam on the floor, with a pleading look
in her eyes. With a full hard on, Sam stared at the
beautiful, naked woman rolling on the floor before
him. Her position was lewd but she looked beautiful
and divine in hernude, outstretched state. Her body
throbbed with need and on that voluptuous body,
quenching that need was also a divine duty. As Deen
watched, Sam got behind his mother's upturned ass and
helped her into a doggie posture. Manya whimpered and
moaned into position, even wiggling her ass in
urgency. She was on fire and her anatomy ached for
plunder. And Sam began the plunder.

As her young son stroked his dick, the sexy mother got
balled by his friend right on the floor, perilously
close to the main door. To her son's absolute delight,
Sam was fucking her doggie style. Like a true bitch,
Manya wailed and screamed through a rather noisy fuck.
Sam was simply ramming it in with his hands mauling
her heaving breasts. Her hot body was getting the
treatment it craved for. The sensitive lover turned
animalistic and the demure housewife turned whorish.
Deen's masturbatory strokes matched the intensity of
Sam's fucking of his lusty Mom. He had come to fathom
her fuck momentum with every lover. He knew her peaks,
he knew the crescendo and he knew when the climax
would come. All three climaxed together. The artist
photographer gave the hot mother her fourth seed blast
of the day and his second. His spurt hit Manya's
greedy pussy deep and hard. It mingled with her own
hot secretions and oozed out copiously from her gash.

The mating couple lay exhausted but satiated on the
living room floor, while the voyeur son shot off into
thin air, feeling as contented for his own sex starved
mother as for himself. He looked at his mother. His
eyes went first to her thighs. His loving mother never
looked more dirty and vulgar. Her entire body was
naked and moist as she lay on her back next to the
main door. The area around her well fucked pussy was
covered by a mixture of juices. Her head was half
turned towards an equally naked Sam, smiling softly.
Her face resembled a well fucked angel's face. Sam
thought so too because Deen saw him lean across and
kiss his mother on her lips and eyes, in a slow and
lingering manner. One hand of his rested on her pussy
lips while Manya's hand caressed it lovingly. They had
bonded beautifully and for the first time Deen felt
fully jealous. And hard.

The clock struck to show that it was 1 pm. Manya
realised she had done nothing since dawn other than
getting fucked. She felt she was luckier than most
women. So did Deen. Sam gave a small squeeze to
Manya's mound as if to announce his departure, making
the horny wife squeal softly and huskily. Sam knew she
still had it in her. Manya felt the same too but was
reminded that she had to prepare lunch and wait for
her hungry kids to arrive. Since the doorbell didn't
ring till then, Manya decided to see off Sam through
the main door. Sam rose and dressed at quick speed,
gathering his stuff. Manyawaited, naked on the floor,
her head resting against one bent elbow. Deen stared
again at his erotic mother's superb curvature. Her
glorious ass was towards him. No wonder Sam and the
others couldn't get enough of her, he thought to
himself, fondling his dick as he gazed at her nudely
laid out body. Manya rose as Sam reached the door.
They kissed long and hard at the door and Deen once
again started growing hard as his nude mother was
again fondled while being kissed. Sam reched below to
her bush and gave a sharp squeeze saying, "Aunt Manya,
your pussy close up will be awesome without this
bush."

A gasping Manya held his hand right on her pussy and
whispered, "It's your pussy. You do the shaving and
clicking". This made Sam kiss her passionately again,
squeezing her juicy ass at the door. They were kissing
noisily as Manya opened the door and even as he was
half outside it. For a fleeting second Deen saw that
his Mom stood naked right on the threshold of the main
door getting her last kiss and pussy caress of the
morning from Sam.

"Phew, what a horny woman", thought Deen, feeling
harder than ever.

The adulterous woman slowly rolled her nude body
across the room and sat on the couch for a while. She
decided not to bathe because she loved the linger of
Sam's lips and tongue in her pussy. She could still
feel his tongue despite the hammering taken by her
steamy cunt in full blown bitch style. She needed just
a few minutes of rest before launching onto her
motherly duties. Deen was waiting for her to go to any
other room before he could leave through the kitchen
door. Suddenly the phone rang. Deen saw his Mom reach
nakedly for the phone, hand in pussy.

"Good afternoon Ram", called out Manya cheerfully. "I
knew you'd call sometime today".

Deen suddenly felt a stab in his loins, remembering
their conversation of the earlier night and its
outcome on his horny mother. "Oh sure", he heard his
Mom tell his father's boss. "See that I'm picked up",
she said and wound up, her hand moving a bit more
vigorously in her pussy. After a few hard digs, she
forced herself out from her pussy centric behaviour
and decided to bathe since Ram had wanted to see her
that afternoon. Her pussy tingled at the thought that
she and her husband's boss were taking full advantage
of his absence. Deen saw his nude, well ravished
mother walk slowly and sexily into her bedroom and
waited until he heard the bathroom door close. Quickly
he ran out of his room and right out of the open
kitchen door. He exited the main gate and walked
slowly towards the marketplace wanting to give his
tired Mom atleast half an hour. He ran into Salman,
who was escorting his sister around the shops. Salman
greeted him. Everyone liked the softspoken Deen. Deen
felt that Salman was being extra nice to him and extra
familiar out of the confidence of having fucked his
mother. He wished him back, observed the slight sway
of Sana's perky boobs and walked away smiling. None
could match his mother's full, voluptuous and
outrightly fuckable body.

 

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Chapter 41
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For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life out
his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from
his crotch. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her
breasts sucked and crushed by his younger brother
while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her
naked, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she
had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an orgasm
in obscene horniness. The last lingering image of his
juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heaving,
voluptuous, fully exposed body being fully felt up by
her son Binu. Her trembling breasts, wet face,
glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely
covering her crotch, flashed in a quick sequence
before his wild eyes at the climax of every frig. With
the final image of his lusty mother fully naked and
embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely
disturbed sleep. He was sure there would be a time
when she would manage to talk to her Dad on the phone
while some man fucked her brains out doggie style. He
only hoped he would be able to watch her.

Manya felt the last burst of her orgasm leave her
body. She looked down first at her son and then at
herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her bosom
and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked
like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked
at herself, she realized with a shock as to how
exposed she was. Her entire front was open right down
to her bush and the saree was bundled up around her
pussy, leaving everything below open and bare from her
fleshy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt
she looked quite vulgar lying like this next to her
son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected
what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit
damp from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of
her full breasts still retained his squeeze pressure
and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her lush body
around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya's eyes
drifted to her pelvic area and the mess startled her.
Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp
all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her
little son began to sink into the voluptuous mother
and wife. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed
her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had
established his territorial rights on almost every
inch of her generous body and she had allowed it.
Manya felt that there was no way she was going to
rebuff him.

"The greatest discipline was self discipline", she
kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied
his normal urges. Manya knew that such urges were
normal in boys and that it was dangerous to rebuff
them because of the possible psychological
repercussions on them. Moreover she was sure that he
would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As
a mother she had deep love for her sons and was sure
that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his
love, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu
needed some indulgence and pampering through this
phase. And it only made her feel sexier, better and
more desirable. There was nothing which turned on
Manyamore than the knowledge that someone lusted after
her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did
not go through this phase with her body. The thought
made her a bit concerned about her elder son's
normalcy and she decided to take a closer look at him
from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the
excitement of feeling and sucking his mother's breasts
drained him mentally. It was his first encounter with
his mother in a bare, physical sense. He loved what he
felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle his hair
and shifted her body down to settle down beside him.
She readjusted her saree to cover her buttocks and
thighs and slept with her back to her son. She tried
hard to sleep but remained a few steps short of
slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's
hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came
around her naked waist as it always did, towards her
navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right
leg moved over her hips and rested there. Manya could
directly feel the impact of his dick against her full
and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing
too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her navel in a
slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself
at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass
against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable
impulses in her navel to take over. But she stiffened
again when she felt his dick throbbing against her
butt. It's heat and hardness permeated through his
shorts and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu
was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock
against her heated asscheeks, but the aroused mother
was sure that her ass heat was interacting with his
young dick through the sheer garment supposedly
covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further
when she felt his dick throb intensify wildly. In
astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against
her hot ass without any movement or thrust from his
side. She realised he was dreaming about the ample
body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom.
The throbbing against her ass continued like an
automatic motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating
against the object of his dreams, making the subject
of his lusty dream quiver and squirm against it. Manya
stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she
felt a spasming pressure on them. The spasms were
followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened
the rear of her saree. With a shock the sexy mother
realised that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She
remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to
feel the waves of release ebb out. For five minutes
after feeling the last weak throb, Manya remained in
that posture to allow her son's body to regain
blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached behind and felt the
saree around her ass, taking care not to disturb his
leg over her naked hips. She realised that her saree
rode upto the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her
son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya
felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the
threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had
happened, the sexy woman smiled to herself. It was a
day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam,
plundered by a few others and finally her own son was
giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained
herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping
son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and
son.

Chapter 42
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The car took Manya not to her husband's office but to
Ram's guest apartment situated about fifteen minutes
away from her house. She was led by the driver Alex
into Ram's fifth floor apartment. Alex closed the door
after ushering the sexy wife in and left her alone
with his waiting boss. Ram's smiling face welcomed the
beautiful wife and she once again discovered how nice
she felt with him. She was not given an opportunity to
think further when she felt Ram's gentle but strong
hands on her waist, drawing her close to him for a
kiss. Their kiss was deep, wet and long. Slowly Ram
withdrew his hands and moved them to her ass. He
cupped and squeezed the juicy cheeks as he kissed his
employee's adulterous wife. The willing wife opened
her mouth and moaned out amorously, enjoying every bit
of his ardour. After minutes of kissing, Ram tugged
her saree of her lush body and felt her belly all
over. He revelled in its creaminess and exposed
sensuality. The horny woman moaned further and reached
out for Ram's fly and unzipping him, took out his
erect organ. The mutual heat was on as she stroked its
length and breadth with her soft fingers. She heard
him let out a mild roar as he placed her on the bed in
his bedroom. His hands stripped the housewife of her
blouse and bra and once again Manya was bare ass
naked, as she loved to be and preparing for another
fucking, which was what she loved again. Ram's love
making this afternoon was gentler and more romantic.
He pumped at a stedy pace and adjusted his pumping to
her body language. When he felt her quicken, he raised
his own tempo and when he felt she was trying to delay
the orgasm, he slowed down in understanding. Manya
squirmed in surprise at his finesse, the extra flow of
juices making his cock movement sloppier. With squishy
sounds the well matched, beautiful but cheating couple
reched a thundering climax. The thunder came at the
very end while the process was gradual and
mindblowing. Manya received her fifth seed blast of
the day.

Lying naked again in a strange bedroom, the well
ravished woman stirred when she heard Ram talking over
the phone. He seemed a bit agitated. She tried to
cover herself when he came back to her but Ram reached
down, gave her a quick kiss and squeeze of her heaving
boobs saying, "Manya my love. I'll have to leave right
now for an emergency meeting. Alex will leave me at
the office and come back to drop you home. Please
understand." The naked wife could only nod as she had
no other option. She remained in the bedroom and
watched Ram dress hurriedly and leave. "Alex will be
here in half an hour," were Ram's parting words.

Dressing up, Manya spent the next half an hour
watching television. Her body was fine except for a
bit of fatigue. She was only feeling dejected at the
manner in which she was dumped by her husband's boss.
She loved being fucked but for the first time she felt
that she was used. The hurt was not deep because she
knew Ram's nature. But at that moment she fought off
those impulses to feel normal in that new surrounding.
There was a knock on the door and Alex entered with
his key.

"Shall we leave Maam'" he asked, remaining at the
door. Manya nodded and rose to leave. But either due
to her fatigue or due to her momentary feeling of
dejection, she felt a light dizziness in her head and
staggered in her step, falling right back in the
process. Alex rushed to her side and held her firmly
by her waist and back to steady her. His steely grip
brought strength to the beautiful wife and she allowed
herself to be held by this dark and exciting driver.
Alex made her sit on the sofa but still kept his hand
on her exposed, curvy waist. His eyes were looking
straight into her cleavage since the saree top had
fallen off during her fall. Manya shivered again. Alex
felt the change in the lady's body. He had been
through innumerable experiences with his playboy boss'
women. But he had never run into anyone as hot and sex
crazed as this woman before him. She radiated sexual
energy like none he knew. He could understand why his
employer lusted after her. His grip on her waist had
been continued deliberately and he also managed to
graze her thigh with his dick before making her sit.
The feel of his hot dick was too much for the
nymphomaniac wife and mother. It burned right through
her saree and her upper body warmed up in a mild
tremble. Alex got his signal and without a word, he
removed his pants and fished out his cock. A watching
Manya gasped at the sight. It had to be atleast 9
inches long and on his strong and rigid frame, it
displayed a power that made her loins itch and pussy
gush. The juice flow began on its own, wetting her
cunt walls to serve notice. When his hand reached down
to lift her saree over her thighs she didn't resist.
When he turned her around on the sofa and smacked her
rounded, full ass, she didn't resist. But when the
hard bodied driver shoved his blood engorged cock into
her pussy from behind, the nympho wife screamed. The
size was new to her and it stretched her boiling cunt
like never before. The scream turned to a cry and then
to a grunt and finally to a moan in a matter of sixty
seconds. In those sixty seconds the well endowed
driver eased his cock gently and rotated it within the
horny wife's twat, allowing the lubricaton of her
soaked pussy to spread and take over. It did, and much
to the aroused woman's frenzied delight, he began his
pistoning in and out of her greedy cunt. His movements
were strong and jolted Manya's body with each thrust.
She was feeling the fuck pressure like never before.
Her pussy was being ploughed andreamed mercilessly.
Bolts of lust ran all over her lush body. She felt she
could get electrocuted with lust. The impact of the
dark driver's assault on her seething love tunnel sent
her reeling on the sofa. He was slapping her
buttcheeks, mashing her breasts over the blouse and
gradually began to rant as he fucked her furiously. It
was high voltage fucking which threatened to send the
voluptuous, hot bodied housewife into a coma. Despite
all the fucking she received in the course of her
adulterous day, this fucking got the reserve juices
flowing all down her thighs, drenching the furniture
around. She mewled and gruntedwith each thrust,
exhorting him to fuck her harder. That drove the dark
man to pump his fair bitch even faster. He literally
pounded and balled Manya's brains out during a fifteen
minute explosive burst of fucking.

When he felt the horny wife's ct clasp his cock
stronger, he sensed that the bitch benath him was
close to coming. He ground his pelvis into her ass
harder and harder. Manya's eyes looked like they would
pop out of their sockets with the explosive action
that her pussy was getting. Her blood vessels were
almost about to burst when she felt her release escape
her control. She came and came in a series of
thrilling orgasms while Alex's long and thick cock
spewed loads and loads of cum deep into her hungry
pussy. The quantity was such that drops leaked in a
strong flow right out of her hole to drip down her
fully fleshed thighs and wet the sofa below. About
five minutes later, the Manya felt his cock get
uncunted with a pop sound. Her pussy felt a sudden
gush of breeze hitting it. Such was the gap created by
Alex's huge cock. Manya rached out behind her and
softly felt the remnants of her day's sixth seed
blast. Her whole pussy and outer ass was wet. The
cuntlips were swollen and sore. But she smiled to
herself and felt themlovongly. She brought her cum
soaked fingers to her face and licked them lovingly.
Turning around the horny mother gazed with fondness
into her plunderer's eyes. her fingers still in her
mouth, nibbling them. With one hand she reached out
for his dick and gave it a small squeeze in
appreciation. She received a shock to see it grow
rapidly in her hand. The feeling both thrilled her and
alarmed her.

"When do you have to go back to Ram, Alex", she asked
in a hoarse whisper.

"Anytime after dropping you home Mrs. M," replied the
faithful driver. "Mr. Ram asked me to take take care
of you and see you home safe and sound".

"Mmmmm, moaned the lusty wife, now feeling his cock at
full length in her hands. "We'll leave after I take
care of this", she husked, taking the hard, strong,
cum coated cock of the chauffeur right into her mouth.
The horny, shameless wife sucked, gobbled and treated
his cock like royalty until he came. She made sure she
swallowed half his spurts and took the rest of the
spray all over her beautiful face, rubbing the cream
in slow massaging motions. She gushed with gratitude
and decided not to wash her face for the rest of the
day and night.

Cocksucking was an act of thanksgiving and not
foreplay for the well stacked Manya. She was luckier
than the less sexy of her tribe. With her dripping
sexiness and overt horniness, she could afford to
address a dick only after getting fully pleasured by
it.

There was no further event as Alex dropped Manya home.
On reaching the house he gave a small pat on her full
backside through the thoroughly dishevelled saree and
felt her asscheeks quiver. Manya smiled at him in
indulgence, feeling those minor kneads at the right
places on her asscheeks and went quickly into the
house without turning back. Like all others, Alex
started his car only when he saw the last glimpse of
the housewife's now famous rear and well stacked hips
disappear into her house.

Chapter 43
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Deen was not surprised to see his mother's dishevelled
look. His only doubt was whether the chauffeur had
also fucked her in addition to Ram. From the glow on
her face, he found it safer to assume that she had
been fucked by the driver too. Further, her body
language was also lethargically sexy, crying out to
the world that she was freshly fucked. Manya didn't
bathe after coming home but slipped her petticoat and
bra off as she always did, retaining her transparent
saree and sleeveless blouse on. She decided to spend
some time with her kids and for the next few hours
mother and sons spent the time watching television,
laughing away and in general ribbing each other good
naturedly. Dinner was ordered from a Chinese
restaurant and the only moment of irritation came when
the delivery boy kept staring at Manya's visible
cleavage and nipples while also casting sly glances at
her juicy crotch. He found it difficult to look her in
the eye while collecting the money. If he did he would
have seen her smug, indulgent smile.But he chose, like
all others to ogle her ripe and well pleasured body
instead. It was an uncomfortable two minutes, only for
Deen, not for his mother or brother. And the
discomfort to Deen came only from his throbbing dick
with his head carrying lingering images of the
delivery boy's face, his eyes popping at the sight of
the lewdly revealed lady of the house.

With his mother and Binu sleeping together as usual in
his Dad's absence, Deen wondered whether it would be
worthwhile peeping on them, in view of the hectic day
undergone by his horny mother. With atleast six seed
blasts as per his estimate she should be dead tired by
now. But there was never knowing about Manya and Deen
understood that. Well after bedtime, he gave them half
an hour before silently making his way to their bedoom
window which was very slightly open. That was enough
to watch while being unobserved.

His mother was lying on her back in half slumber on
the bed with Binu's leg encircling her thighs. Her
saree top was fully off and the bottom of the saree
was raised upto her thighs. Manya's eyes were closed
as Binu was engrossed in his act of working on his
mother's belly. This time Binu was fingering her navel
with his right hand index finger, while his face
rested on her bosom. It rose and fell with her heaving
chest. Deen noticed his mother's breathing get heavier
as his brother's fingering intensified. He could also
see Binu kissing the top of his Mom's cleavage every
now and then as her breathing got heavier. Deen
suddenly heard Binu say softly,

"Mom I'm sorry about the other day".

A puzzled Manya opened her eyes and murmurred, "Sorry
about what dear?"

"When I suckled your breast, I pulled away saying it
didn't taste good. Actually it tasted great. I'm sorry
for hurting your feelings".

Not knowing how to react, Manya simpy nuzzled his head
onto her bosom and smiled at him reassuringly.
"Hmmmm," she could only murmur as she smiled. The
watching Deen felt she looked beautiful in that
particular smile.

In less than a minute, Deen heard Binu ask "Mom, can I
suck it again please"? Manya looked down in surprise
and confusion through her cleavage at her son's
innocent looking face, feeling his navel fingering get
more eager. Before she could answer, the telephone
rang. She reached out to pick up the handset and
placed it to her ear, Binu's head still on her chest,
pressing against her mounds. It was her husband.

"Hello Desh, how are you. This is a surpise", she
called out to her hubby.

Both Deen and Binu heard intently. Binu however
wondered why it was a surprise since his father had
spoken just a day earlier. The conversion carried on
as Binu kept fingering his mother's juicy navel and
digging his face into her bosom. Manya could feel some
moistening and itch in her loins but it was not
alarming.

"No Desh, no trouble from the kids at all. No, not at
all from Binu. He's a loving, caring son,"gushed the
half naked mother looking down with a smile at her
son.

Binu was thrilled that his mother praised him. He
moved his face up and kissed her neck softly. He moved
further and now pressed his lips against hers
lovingly. For a second, the sexy mother looked down at
her son and indulgently kissed his lips, allowing him
to continue the kiss while she tried to listen and
reply to her husband. Deen's dick went once again went
into overdrive at this sight. It was an unelievably
erotic sight, watching his brother tongue his mother
all over her face and lips and squeeze her belly while
she spoke to his Dad on the phone.

"Mmmmmm", replied Manya in between, her words getting
muffled by Binu's ardent tongue. "Nothing. I'm just
sleepy and am trying to make Binu to sleep fast too",
she replied, accounting for her moan. Binu recaptured
her lips when she finished her line and kissed her
deeper. Manya gasped and opened her mouth wider to her
son's tongue. His hand was now fully caressing her
stomach flesh, making her tingle all over. Still, she
didn't feel overly unmotherly about the whole thing.
She kept tryng to follow hubby's description about his
activities in Mumbai, her mind registering part of it.
She kept mumbling replies whenever Binu's lips freed
hers. The sexy mother's face and neck were wet all
over. Suddenly she felt Binu's hands open her blouse
buttons. Binu had asked her whether he could suckle
but she had not time to reply. She doubted whether she
would have refused him, but had not expected him to be
this bold. She watched and heard while her son totally
exposed her well shaped breasts and began to suck on
one nipple. She couldn't help moaning aloud into the
phone. Deen heard her tell Desh on the phone that she
was eating and feeding Binu. Binu fed lavishly on the
fruit offerred by his juicy, loving mother. He nibbled
and sucked voraciously on Manya's nipple. The lusty
mother found it very diffcult to maintain normalcy and
started squirming around to gain stability in speech.
She was barely able to communicate and it became even
more difficult when she felt her son gently stroke the
other breast while sucking on one. Deen watched in
stunned amazement as his topless mother offerred her
breasts fully to her son's ravishment, while talking
to her hubby on the phone. It was forbidden lust at
its extreme making his dick ache and ache.

Manya herself was driven to depraved horniness by the
situation. Her eager son had opened her up when she
had little time to react and her hubby was in no mood
to quit talking. She reached her hands below to the
free area of her pussy and seeing her son's head busy
with her breasts, she began to masturbate herself
slowly over the sheer saree. Binu didn't see it but
Deen saw the awesome sight. His shameless mother had
surrendered her body to her son's hands and was now
teasing her pussy to a climax. He heard Manya tell
Desh to come back soon and almost laughed out aloud.
Manya was wet and throbbing in her cunt as Binu's
sucking progressed without respite. Her son sucked
away at her heaving boobs while she thrust her hand
away into her soaked vagina, the telephone still
around her ear.

"I will take care Desh," she managed to mutter. Binu
was almost biting her nipple now while the other hand
mashed her breasts a little more than gently. The
blood rushed through Manya's body like a geyser. The
utter lewdness of her situation brought her fingers to
thrust wantonly into her adulterous cunt and
whispering loudly "Desh dear, please come, come...",
the horny wife exploded into an orgasm with her son
sucking her breasts. Her son Binu suddenly looked up
in surprise. He enjoyed what he was doing but the
effect it produced on his beautiful Mom was a
revelation that confused him. He stopped suddenly and
surveyed the mess that was created. Her naked, well
squeezed breasts were heaving continuously and her
almost exposed thighs quivered. His Mom's broad hips
rose up and down as she said bye to his Dad and hung
up. Deen saw that Manya had removed her hand from her
pulsating cunt the moment Binu raised his head. She
was now topless, with just a transparent saree bunched
up around the pussy which she had fingered out of
shape. She had just finished a silent sobbing and her
body was on the receding wave of the shuddering climax
brought about by her incestuous escapade. His horny
mother looked a most arousing sight, as good as naked
in bed with her son, having allowed him to suck and
maul her heavy breasts with gusto. He watched her well
stacked body undergo the last stages of her receding
orgasm and rushed back to his room for the ultimate
jerk off of his life.
Chapter 44

For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life out
his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from
his crotch. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her
breasts sucked and crushed by his younger brother
while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her
naked, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she
had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an orgasm
in obscene horniness. The last lingering image of his
juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heaving,
voluptuous, fully exposed body being fully felt up by
her son Binu. Her trembling breasts, wet face,
glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely
covering her crotch, flashed in a quick sequence
before his wild eyes at the climax of every frig. With
the final image of his lusty mother fully naked and
embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely
disturbed sleep. He was sure there would be a time
when she would manage to talk to her Dad on the phone
while some man fucked her brains out doggie style. He
only hoped he would be able to watch her.

Manya felt the last burst of her orgasm leave her
body. She looked down first at her son and then at
herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her bosom
and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked
like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked
at herself, she realized with a shock as to how
exposed she was. Her entire front was open right down
to her bush and the saree was bundled up around her
pussy, leaving everything below open and bare from her
fleshy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt
she looked quite vulgar lying like this next to her
son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected
what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit
damp from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of
her full breasts still retained his squeeze pressure
and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her lush body
around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya's eyes
drifted to her pelvic area and the mess startled her.
Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp
all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her
little son began to sink into the voluptuous mother
and wife. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed
her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had
established his territorial rights on almost every
inch of her generous body and she had allowed it.
Manya felt that there was no way she was going to
rebuff him.

"The greatest discipline was self discipline", she
kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied
his normal urges. Manya knew that such urges were
normal in boys and that it was dangerous to rebuff
them because of the possible psychological
repercussions on them. Moreover she was sure that he
would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As
a mother she had deep love for her sons and was sure
that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his
love, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu
needed some indulgence and pampering through this
phase. And it only made her feel sexier, better and
more desirable. There was nothing which turned on
Manya more than the knowledge that someone lusted
after her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen
did not go through this phase with her body. The
thought made her a bit concerned about her elder son's
normalcy and she decided to take a closer look at him
from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the
excitement of feeling and sucking his mother's breasts
drained him mentally. It was his first encounter with
his mother in a bare, physical sense. He loved what he
felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle his hair
and shifted her body down to settle down beside him.
She readjusted her saree to cover her buttocks and
thighs and slept with her back to her son. She tried
hard to sleep but remained a few steps short of
slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's
hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came
around her naked waist as it always did, towards her
navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right
leg moved over her hips and rested there. Manya could
directly feel the impact of his dick against her full
and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing
too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her navel in a
slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself
at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass
against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable
impulses in her navel to take over. But she stiffened
again when she felt his dick throbbing against her
butt. It's heat and hardness permeated through his
shorts and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu
was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock
against her heated asscheeks, but the aroused mother
was sure that her ass heat was interacting with his
young dick through the sheer garment supposedly
covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further
when she felt his dick throb intensify wildly. In
astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against
her hot ass without any movement or thrust from his
side. She realised he was dreaming about the ample
body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom.
The throbbing against her ass continued like an
automatic motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating
against the object of his dreams, making the subject
of his lusty dream quiver and squirm against it. Manya
stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she
felt a spasming pressure on them. The spasms were
followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened
the rear of her saree. With a shock the sexy mother
realised that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She
remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to
feel the waves of release ebb out. For five minutes
after feeling the last weak throb, Manya remained in
that posture to allow her son's body to regain
blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached behind and felt the
saree around her ass, taking care not to disturb his
leg over her naked hips. She realised that her saree
rode upto the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her
son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya
felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the
threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had
happened, the sexy woman smiled to herself. It was a
day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam,
plundered by a few others and finally her own son was
giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained
herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping
son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and
son.
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Chapter 45

Manya again woke up a little earlier than normal. The
advantage of a well fucked body was that sleep enters
quick and deep. It also leaves the body quickly once
the required rest is obtained. The impending sunrise
moments were also moments for horniness to dawn on the
beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself
lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away
from her hips, the knot having got unfastened. She was
stark naked on her bed. She looked at her son Binu who
was fast asleep, now with his back to her. A quick
recap of the previous night's events crossed her mind.
The lovely mother felt herself loaded once again with
compassion and love for her son. On impulse, she bent
and kissed Binu on his ear softly.

Binu turned in his sleep to face her. His eyes were
still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering
surge of affection. She gently hugged his face into
her breasts and stroked his back, knowing that he was
asleep and couldn't sense her nudity. Her mind told
her that this could be the last time she would be
hugging her son as a little innocent boy. She wanted
to feel and savour the moment.

She hugged his boyish face into her naked, full
breasts, allowing their softness to smother his face.
She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him
against her breasts for two full minutes. Satisfied,
the nude mother rose from the bed. As she got up, she
thought with a mischievous smile that she needn't wear
a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. Life
was shifting gears and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early morning horniness crept into Manya's ripe body
the moment she got out of bed. She wondered whether
she should take a stroll down to the jogger's park. It
was not the prospect of running into Salman or Sam but
she felt she needed some fresh air for sure. Putting
on some undergarments, she draped the same dark blue
saree over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking
into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The
saree was crumpled however, making her look like she'd
had a torrid night in bed. With lazy strides and
sexily rolling buttocks, the horny wife and mother
headed towards the joggers park, passing innumerable
admirers on the way exhibiting different degrees of
lust. She looked the very embodiment of lust.

"I can't help it if I'm blessed with a lush body", she
thought", as she passed a staring middle aged man. The
man's wife was sharply dragging her husband away,
giving dirty looks to Manya.

"Stop staring at that slut, behave yourself", Manya
heard her admonish the man.

When she entered the park, she was pleasantly
surprised to see Sana. She had brought her black
Alsatian dog for a walk. Manya knew that Sam and Sana
were avid dog lovers and that was what brought them
together. Seeing Sana sitting on a bench, holding on
to her dog's leash, Manya heaved her sexy body across
to her side, feeling many eyes on her exposed waist
and upper hips. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their small talk, Sana pointed to her
dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to
mate him soon so that they could generate a lot of
puppies for a whole lot of friends who had asked.
Manya looked at the friendly but big dog. His eyes
were deep and bright. Sana kept playing with the area
around his ears and he kept raising his head to lick
Sana on her neck and face. It looked like a loving
dog.

"Tiger, meet Aunt Manya," introduced Sana, pointing
Manya out to her dog. Tiger rose to his feet and went
to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake hands.
Manya bent slightly from the bench to shake hands. She
found Tiger cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his
head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's
face. Though not used to dogs, Manya felt this one was
harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her
beautiful face with his long wet tongue. The eager dog
licked the beautiful mother's face, thrilled at her
willing offer. He ran his tongue all over cheeks,
forehead, neck, nose and swept it in one long stroke
over her full lips. Manya recoiled for a second,
feeling a stir. Seeing Sana laugh, she continued to
let Tiger lavish his tongue all over her face. Her
face was wet all over from his licking in no time. The
lapping dog didn't seem to want to stop.

"Aunt Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't
lick my face that long", said Sana. Sana again felt a
wee bit jealous that like her boyfriend Sam, even her
dog seemed to prefer the voluptuous wife over her
nubile self. She pulled the dog by its leash, dragging
him away from the beautiful object of his attention.
Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her face with her
saree and noticed the doggie aroma. It was a bit
strong and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a while longer and decided
that she had to get back home. She held Sana's hand to
say farewell and bent to shake hands with Tiger as she
stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders,
revealing a huge cleavage right in front of the dog's
eyes. Tiger wasted no time in giving a sharp lick
right in the center of the juicy woman's cleavage. The
voluptuous mother was shocked at the act and felt a
sharp bolt of an indescribable feeling in her.
Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's paws were close to her feet and as she
took a step, the dog also moved to stop her. In the
process, his paw fell on the bottom of her saree,
causing Manya to trip over. The well stacked housewife
fell flat on her back with the saree getting swept
aside from her front. Tiger saw a fleshy target in his
new friend and he pounced onto the lush woman, licking
at her exposed navel. He lapped her belly with his
long, dripping tongue, sending an electric current
right through Manya's horny body. Sana simply stared
for a moment at the lewdly exciting sight before her.
Her pet was simply lapping the juices out of Manya's
spread out belly. His tongue covered every exposed
inch of her huge midriff and Sana gaped at the full
bodied wife as she writhed about under the onslaught,
not knowing how to stop the beast. Tiger delved into
her navel several times and his tongue sent shivers
all over Manya's rippling body. Manya had as well as
surrendered when she heard and saw Sana pull back her
dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and
looked around. About ten people were around, staring
in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet
wildly arousing sight.

Embarassed into redness the flushed housewife quickly
bade good bye to a still stunned Sana and moved out of
the park. On the way she heard a guy call out, "Watch
out Maam. Dogs think like us guys. They are always on
the look out for a bitch in heat".

The man didn't look like a regular in the area. But
Manya was too helpless to react angrily. She literally
ran her way home, tits bouncing and her eyes moist
with shame. Manya's voluptuous body in motion was yet
another searingly erotic sight for the passers by.
Only after reaching her kitchen door did she stop to
relax. Panting, she slowly started to regain her
breath. The behaviour of the dog outraged the wife,
but she realised she felt different. Her heart was
beating wildly and mind was disturbed in an unknown
way. She felt sweat beads trickling down her half
exposed cleavage. Suddenly she moved her hands to her
pussy and felt it through the saree. She was wet.
Dripping wet.

Her mind worked in all directions trying to understand
her state. Everything pointed to only one thing, she
felt aroused. She felt like a bitch in heat. A real
bitch. Somebody else also understood that she was in
heat. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few days
to get his hands on the horny wife was keeping guard
by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering
woman and sensed that she needed cock. Unable to
believe his luck, he held her strongly by her
shoulders. Manya trembled and turned around. She was
both relieved and excited to find the milkman. She
allowed him to rest her on the threshold of the
kitchen door. She remained silent and shaking as he
stripped her saree and petticoat right off her ass.
The young stud repositioned his favourite housewife in
the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to
give her what she loved most. Feeling his strong dick
ravaging her cunt doggie style, Manya felt like a true
bitch at that moment. The thought sent ripples of
pleasure all over her body as much as his steely dick
did. Her mind went to the bitch that Tiger would mate
to give rise to tens of puppies. For a fleeting second
she placed herself in the place of the bitch and
imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppies. Her
fertile pussy gushed out juices strongly to meet the
milkman's own spurting cock. It was a mind blowing,
delirious first fuck. The exhausted woman rested her
ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the
young milkman. No words were exchanged for a few
minutes. She watched with the same smile as he pushed
up his pants and left her presence. It was a purely
functional, purpose serving fucking, and the
adulterous Manya loved such fucking.
She took it as he gave it hard and fast. Violently did
the stud fuck the adulterous housewife and copiously
did he spurt all over her hot ass during climax.