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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.
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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.
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Chapter 46

The time was still fifteen minutes to seven am. Manya
had another half an hour atleast before her sons
awoke. She felt fresh now and memories of the dog's
assault on her flesh were pushed back into her mind.
Her saree was still off her body. Her ass was still
naked on the doorstep. The licentious wife decided to
get inside when she saw Sam appear from nowhere
carrying an envelope. He pulled out all the polaroid
snaps that he had taken yesterday and forgotten to
hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman
was naked. Her legs were spread apart in sitting
posture and she looked remarkably comfortable in that
awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the need to cover
herself before Sam of all the people. The two of them
chatted as if they were sitting over a dining table.
Sam knelt next to the sexy woman, his elbow on her
thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing
her pussy close ups. There was no way anybody could
guess it was her pussy. Sam had made her pink cunt
look like the world's greatest treasure cove. She
admired his ability more than the magnificence of her
pussy. However after repeated viewing she felt a
warmth surge again in her loins. She gave him a sudden
kiss on his lips. Sam responded by kissing her back
and held her by her naked hips. His hand rested well
below her waist side and he kept squeezing her
generous flesh in soft comforting strokes. They looked
perfectly matched and at ease with each other, like a
husband and wife going through the morning newspaper.
That was how the watching Deen felt from the side
window.

Deen woke up late and missed his Mom's early jaunt.
But he was bang on time to see her getting banged by
the milkman and was surprised at her extra passion. He
had no idea regarding the source of her renewed fuck
vigour.

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruits
of their previous day's labour. Sam got closer and
closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that
Manya was becoming conscious of his growing proximity.
She felt Sam's familiar hand once again find her pussy
and that really enhanced her comfort level. She kept
looking at the pictures of her lewdly spread cunt,
thanking herself that she didn't wear any ring. It
would have revealed her identity from the way in which
her fingers were opening up her juicy cunt in the
snaps. All along Sam kept fingering her pussy. Even
her sighs and moans came by themselves and the couple
slowly slid into a reclining posture. Manya rested her
head back against the door and spread her thighs wider
to give freer access to Sam's cupping hand. He
manipulated her pussy without stopping. Manya's
bladder was full because she hadn't taken a pee before
her morning walk. Now with all the ministrations of
her sensitive lover, the pressure began to build up to
near uncontrollable levels.

She gasped at his strokes and whispered to him that
she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His fingers got
busier and busier with the horny wife's pussy. Each
stroke of his raised her need to bursting levels. She
felt she would pee any moment. But the moment never
came. The loaded feeling persisted but the horny wife
could not release her urine. The relentless stroking
of Sam on her pussy thwarted the flow. Instead her
pussy got swollen and wet with super charged desire.
She held on sobbing to Sam's hand, her face wearing an
agonised look that was wildly arousing to both Deen
and Sam. Sam wasted no further time. He replaced his
fingers with his dick, stretching Manya outside the
door right on the ground. Deen felt his mother looked
obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the
ground, her hips heaving and her pussy swollen with
the combined need to piss and get fucked. Sam poked
her outer pussy with his finger as if to test the
walls. Manya burst out into uncontrollable sobs,
whimpering with need.

"Please Sam, " she begged. "Either fuck me or let me
pee".

Deen was wild both with anger and arousal at his
mother's degradation. He watched Sam toy with his
shameless mother.

"Tell me Aunt Manya", he teased. "Shall I fuck you or
you want to pee".

The lusty mother was in distress. "Do something Sam",
she begged, looking beautifully helpless on the
ground, writhing in lust, her hands crushing her
breasts.

"Okay Aunt Manya, you can pee", announced Sam,
standing above her lewd form, with his dick hard and
strong over her.

The depraved woman could take it no more. She reached
up and holding Sam by his dick, dragged him right on
to her heaving, voluptuous body. She roughly
positioned his hard cock right at the entrance of her
dripping snatch. She arched her heated hips up and
forced an entry for his cock, rotating her hips
greedily to allow his meat to sink into her gash. She
took his hands and placed them on her heaving breasts
and forced him to crush the quivering mounds. Making
guttural sounds that shocked both Sam and her son, the
wildly aroused mother thrusts her hips upwards, her
eyes imploring and pleading with him to commence
fucking. Sam felt it would be a sin to hold back any
longer. He began rotating his hips and started a slow
fucking to feel the insides of her boiling cunt fully.
His cock once again familiarized itself with Manya's
beautiful pussy. Deen was now red with jealousy as he
saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless
wreck and then getting fucked in a long and teasing
rhythm. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating
her like his personal whore.

Manya's bitchiness was elevated even though Sam took
her pussy missionary style. Both the teenagers could
see the lust contortioned face of the beautiful woman
as her wholesome body got ravished. On a bursting
bladder, every stroke of Sam's dick felt like it was
hitting against a water bed. Manya's horny body
bounced and heaved at every thrust in the early hours.
Sam pounded with urgency to take the sexy wife to a
much needed orgasm. The orgasm washed her insides
thoroughly and she felt Sam's cock spurt at the same
time. With a lusty moan, she took out Sam's cock from
her cunt and placed it above her face, taking the full
blast on her eyes, nose, lips and cheeks. She licked
the fluids wherever her tongue could reach and
released his dick only when it turned fully limp.
Giving it a kiss with a groan, she fell back on her
back again in exhaustion. Deen looked on and on,
having ejaculated for the second time during that
torrid fucking session.

Suddenly, before the eyes of the two teenagers, Manya
began to pee. She had lost it. The flow came loud and
steady and burst out like a mountain stream. Sam
watched in amazement and wished that he had brought
his camera to cap this erotic moment. For a full two
minutes, the horny woman let out all the accumulated
fluids, clutching her abdomen during the act. She was
still spread out on the floor, the pee collecting
itself around the inverted V between her thighs. It
formed a small puddle. With her beautiful, homely face
and well fucked body, Deen felt his mother looked like
a true slut. A lovable slut. But she looked beautiful
to him. His well stacked nympho mom always looked
beautiful when she was getting fucked.

Chapter 47

Deen rushed into his bathroom after the dynamite act
of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly
sensed the time and rose from the ground gathering her
saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved
this look on his favourite model and he kissed her
hard on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya
mumbled something into his mouth and felt him squeeze
her cuntlips in one last stroke before departing. It
felt nice to be teased and used this way. Her body's
limits were being stretched and she found the exercise
thrilling.

A cheerful Manya prepared a grand breakfast for her
sons and only one of them knew the reason for her
happiness. She glowed with contentment and both sons
felt happy for having such a beautiful mother. Binu
however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to
see his first semen discharge in his pants. He
discussed it with his brother Deen, who told him that
it was perfectly natural. Both brothers did not go
into further details. Manya sensed that Binu was
feeling different. She gave him a couple of hugs more
than necessary to reassure him and even placed his
hand around her waist when she felt that he was self
conscious about it. She allowed her breasts to touch
the back of his head several times in the course of
the meal, with and without reason.By the end of the
breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and
before leaving for school, gave his trademark squeeze
and kiss to his voluptuous mother. He gave her ass an
extra hard squeeze and that assured Manya that her son
was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's classes were off because of a
sports function at school which he didn't feel like
attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at
her son in wonder. He was a sweet and loving boy but
he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his
younger brother. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug
and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or
even converse with her at length. She sincerely hoped
that he was sexually normal. She remembered suddenly
that the boys who were balling her were around Deen's
age or a little older. The thought made her shiver and
shift. If she could be a part of Binu's sexual
discovery, then she found no reason why Deen should be
left out. She decided to bring him out of his shell
that morning.

Fifteen minutes after breakfast, Manya called out,

"Deen, can you please help me by massaging my back
with oil"?

The surprised teenager was caught of guard, but he
agreed. He was wearing only his shorts and nothing
else as he came out to the living room. His mother had
removed her saree and blouse. Wearing a bra and
petticoat she stood before him with two towels in
hand. Manya began her little game by saying that the
oil would make her petticoat damp. She wrapped the
shortish towel around her hips and removed the
petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply
placed the other towel across her chest. The beautiful
mother saw her son staring at her thighs and breasts
alternatively. The towel came to about thigh length,
exposing her golden, well toned thighs. Her nipples
were clearly outlined through the thin cotton towel
across her breasts. She presented an air of extreme
physical informality. The horny mother noted that the
effect was not lost on her son. His young cock tented
his shorts already.

Manya lay flat on the floor on her back and handed a
bottle of oil to her staring son. In a mild trance,
Deen opened the bottle, poured some oil into his palms
and looked enquiringly at his sprawled out Mom.

"My legs first Deen," she said, spreading them apart
slightly.

Deen rubbed his palms together and ran them along his
mother's calves and feet first. They felt good and
well toned. The shape of his mother's calves was
exquisite and they looked sublimely elegant. They felt
elegant too to the worshipful hands of her son. Deen's
hands went past her knees to reach her glorious,
fleshy thighs. He paused for a moment here to pour
some more oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he
looked at his sprawled out mother. The horny woman
opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her
thighs. Deen kneaded the flesh of her thighs, allowing
the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt electric
and charged. His mother's thighs felt like pillars of
flesh carved out of banana tree trunks. The flesh
quivered and carried immense warmth that got hotter
with each stroke of his. The hem of the towel was
quite high on Manya's thighs, about three inches from
her naked pussy. Deen couldn't see her pussy lips but
his fingers crossed the hem of the towel many times
during his vigorous massaging of those sexy thighs.
Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual
arousal. She had to take care not to show it, but her
body betrayed her. Everytime her son's fingers brushed
deeper into her inner thighs, her thighs quivered in
response. She kept her eyes closed but her lips
trembled enough to tell the tale to Deen that his
mother was turning horny. He had no option but to
massage her. He continued his teasing touch, using
both fingers and palm to administer some strong
groping touches on her inner regions. He was getting
perilously close to her pussy. His dick was hard at
the very beginning and now it was threatening to burst
out of his shorts. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his
mother's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's hands oiled her
stomach and waist. She felt them roam all over her
creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few
drops of oil into her deep navel and use his finger to
diddle it. Deen heard his mother's moans and sighs all
through this erotic massage. He was finding it as
uncontrollable as her. He lingered lovingly around her
lower belly and could see as he stroked her flesh why
Binu was obsessed with his mother's belly. Indeed it
was a ripe treasure. And it carried a current that
sent its charge right through his palm and spine. Both
mother and son knew they couldn't take this erotic
session for too long.

Manya suddenly turned on her belly, presenting her
naked back to her son. "Do my back now Deen", she
moaned huskily.

Deen took one look at his mother. Her entire back was
exposed right upto her butt crack. The towel came upto
the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hand to
massage, he was sure he would be forced to touch her
pussy. He could see the sides of her full breasts as
they pressed against the floor. Her hands were
outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the
expanse and softness. His mother had a very luscious
body. He felt he was lucky to be able to service her
in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled
her all over. His hands also constantly touched the
sides of her breasts whenever he tried to massage her
sides. He lovingly reached into her armpits and
stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny
mother. There was perfect knowledge between mother and
son that both were turned on. The sexual tension was
palpable.

Deen ran his hands on the back of her thighs and in
the process got to squeeze and knead them thoroughly.
His sexy mother, from the back was as good as nude,
except for the thin towel covering her ass. And the
cheeks of her full ass were all it covered. The rest
of her creamy body was all his for squeezing. At one
stage Deen had to sit at the base of her asscheeks in
order to be able to massage her back properly. When he
did so, his dick came into direct contact with the
absolute base of her ass, not even an inch from her
dripping cunt. He massaged away at her back and as he
did so, his pelvic region moved to and fro against
Manya's lower ass bringing his cock into periodic
contact with her pussy entrance. It was a searingly
arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother.
Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed
not to show it because her face was down on the floor.
Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks wiggle and
realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced
the pressure of his massaging which inturn reduced the
pressure of his dick on her outer pussy. Manya was mad
with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen
was not wearing shorts his cock would have been inside
her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass
involuntarily, not caring about the effect on her
young son. She didn't care if he fucked her. She
realized that he was normal after all and that pleased
her.

Chapter 48

Deen however suddenly became subdued. The naked woman
under him was his mother and the thought kept coming
back to him again and again. He was about to burst
into ejaculation but forcibly drew himself away from
her ass. Manya's ass stopped quivering, as if to
express her disappointment. The horny mother had
reached a stage where nothing mattered to her. Her
son's withdrawal puzzled her and she remained naked
and frustrated as Deen announced that he had finished.
He rose off his almost naked mother's back and without
letting her see his hard on, rushed out of the room.

Manya got up slowly with a mixed sense of
disappointment and relief on her features. She was
happy that her son was a normal kid. Her body was
unhappy that the massage hadn't resulted in something
more. But her mind accepted that non event with a
motherly happiness. All in all she was neutral to what
happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her
chest. Manya didn't bother to adjust it. Suddenly from
the corner of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her
from his bedroom window. She could see him transfixed
to the spot, his eyes on her.With a start she
understood the situation. Her elder son loved to watch
her. He was more of a voyeur. She let the towel remain
down and kept her breasts exposed. She turned her back
to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate,
sensual sway of her hips. The towel was almost falling
off her full hips by the time she reached her bedroom
door. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving
Deen an unhindered view of her full breasts. Their
ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was
at their base and sides. They jiggled sexily at her
sudden turn, making Deen's eyes pop out. He had seen
his mother's breasts in all kinds of hands and in
different stages of mauling. But now, her exclusive
display was special and turned him on like never
before. Further he could see that her towel was almost
about to fall off her hips. It was well below her bush
and it required a simple jerk for it to fall off.

Deen counted upto three and as expected Manya shrugged
and allowed the towel to fall off her lush hips
exposing herself in all her glory to her son. Her rich
fertile bush, her fleshy thighs, her magnificent
creamy midriff, her well endowed bust, her erect
nipples and her horny face were all out in display for
the exclusive eye of her loving son. It was an awesome
flood of lust that swept Manya as she exposed herself
to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the
same time. She felt a deep release within herself that
told her that her erotic journey was now
comprehensive. Well, almost, thought the sex crazed
wife to herself. Manya allowed Deen to feast on her
voluptuous body for one full minute before walking
nude into her bedroom and bath. Deen saw her nude,
full asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his dick, Deen wondered why he was so
aroused. He had seen his mother getting fucked into
oblivion, not once but several times in the most
obscene postures. That body held no novelty for him
but just now he felt he was looking at her all over
again for the first time.

"Could it be," he wondered with a shock. "Could it be
that she knew I was peeping. Did she expose herself to
me deliberately realizing that I was peeping?" The
idea made him go weak in his knees. He sat down on his
bed, holding his head. His dick was about to signal a
burst. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just
that. His voluptuous, horny Mom was doing the same
with her swollen pussy, in the privacy of her
bathroom.
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Chapter 49

Manya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back
against the wall, two fingers deep in her drenched
pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was long
and convulsive, after she had brought herself off.
Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off
fires within her which were wild, different and more
powerful than ever before. The flood of juices in her
loins had an uncontrollable rush about them. She felt
deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she
reached up and turned on the shower. The steady
downpour hit her with a stroking force on her breasts,
hips, bush and thighs. For a full ten minutes the
horny mother let her body take in the cool shower
before getting down to the serious business of
cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and
cleaned her curves, she shivered in the memory of her
son Deen's hands on her body. She lingered wherever
Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and thighs.
Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure
of his young dick on them through the thin towel.

It took the beautiful woman another half hour to wash
herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bath and
into the bedroom, wiping herself in the process. The
bedroom door was almost closed without being locked.
Manya let it remain that way, knowing that Deen would
not barge in without announcement. Her body had never
felt more cared for and attended. With two sons
showering their attention on it, it glowed, making her
feel happier than ever before. It also made the
voluptuous mother hornier than ever before.

Manya's loins were now in a perpetual discharge mode.
The juices always oozed now. Only their vigour was
decided by the situation. With sex fully in her mind,
she decided to lie down for a while and cool off.
Naked, she slid her juicy body under the covers and
tried to sleep. Her hand automatically rested on her
pussy mound, the fingers stroking the lips lightly.

In the other room, Deen ranted about as he neared his
third ejaculation. His entire bedsheet was smeared
with cum. In the course of three jerk offs, he had
visualised his mother's horny body in all possible
situations of ravishment, use and abuse. She had
screamed and cried in his imagination as cock after
cock ploughed into her greedy pussy and hand after
hand mauled her well stacked body. His final image of
his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched
woman, sprawled naked on the floor, her face coated
with sperm and her sexy body heaving about wantonly in
the final stages of orgasm. Even after ejaculation he
could still feel the remnants of the touch of Manya's
fleshy, heated body in his palms.

The doorbell rang fifteen minutes later and Deen ran
to open it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul,
Manya's sixty year old tailor, accompanied by his son.

"Hi Deen", said Binu as he walked in. "Abdul and his
son entered the gate with me. Where's Mom", he
enquired, his eyes turning towards his mother's
bedroom.

"She's relaxing after a bath", replied Deen, asking
Abdul and his son in. He saw his brother move towards
Manya's bedroom.

Binu walked into the bedroom calling out for his Mom.
He paused for a while at her bedside, quite mesmerised
by the sight of his half asleep Mom. The bedsheet had
slipped partly down at her chest, revealing one juicy
breast fully. The other one was also exposed fully
except for her nipple. He could make out that his
mother had one hand around her lower abdomen. Her
chest rose and fell slightly as she dozed. "She might
be fully naked", thought the young son.

Deciding that he had to wake her up for the tailor, he
bent down to kiss her on the forehead.

"Mom, " he whispered, moving his kiss down to her
closed eyes.

Manya stirred at the soft impact. But her eyes were
still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely face, proud of
her beauty. Instinctively he kissed his mother again
on her eyes and trailed his lips down to her cheek.
"Mom," he said again in the softest of whispers. Manya
opened her eyes slowly and saw Binu's eager face about
to kiss her cheek. "Hmmmm", she said as she let him
kiss her. Her hand which was around her pussy began
its own slow movement in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very
slowly moved his lips down to her lips for their
customary peck. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt
deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly
to meet her son's lips. Binu accepted her offering
eagerly. Mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even
pushing her tongue into Binu's mouth in a tentative
exploration. It was the first time that they had an
exploratory kiss. Binu felt his body turn hot and
Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up
fully. The horny mother rose higher to complete the
kiss in comfort. In the process, the bedsheet slipped
right off her chest, baring both her big breasts to
her son. Binu's eyes popped out and he instinctively
reached out to cup his mother's right breast. He had
established his right to suck and caress her breasts
when exposed and he utilised this opportunity. He kept
kissing her while he squeezed her right breast. Manya
kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed,
her hand delving into her moist pussy under the
covers. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't help
marvelling at the ease and skill with which her son
was kissing and pawing her at the same time. He seemed
an excellent kisser. The twin pressures were really
getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist
began to gain in heat. She realised the need to regain
some motherly sanity. She removed her wet lips from
her son's mouth and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply
looked dreamily into his Mom's eyes, continuing his
breast caress for another ten seconds.

"Mom, the tailor Abdul and his son have come to see
you," announced Binu, giving his mother's breast a
final, soft squeeze.

Manya was stunned at this announcement by her son,
coming as it did after he had kissed and given her a
thorough feel over. His enterprise pleasantly
surprised her.

"Pest", she laughed and slapped her son on his butt
playfully. "You're telling me now after so long." One
hand was still under the covers and on her pussy when
she told Binu,

"I'll be out there in two minutes. Tell them to sit
down".

Taking one last look at his Mom's nude form, Binu was
convinced that his mother was indeed naked under the
bedsheet. He left the room, allowing Manya to dress
up.

The dressing up was quick since Manya simply slipped
into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra.
She was quite used to Abdul for over ten years now. He
was almost a saintly old man. Manya felt very
comfortable with him. It was when she entered the
living area that both Deen and Manya got a shock. Deen
because of his Mom's scanty attire and Manya because
she hadn't expected Abdul to come with his son. But
she continued in her attire because they had to take
her measurements in any case. Three male eyes looked
on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained
breasts swaying sexily with each step. Deen left them
and went to his room. But he took up a position at the
keyhole to peep on his Mom with the tailor. He knew
Binu would be bathing and would be busy for atleast
another half hour.

Manya made some initial small talk with Abdul. Abdul's
son was hardly eighteen years old. He was a slim lad
with keen eyes and Manya did notice him shifting
uncomfortably every time her breasts heaved during the
talk. She also noticed that the lad's eyes remained
fixed on her huge, exposed midriff when he was not
staring at her melons. Abdul then took measurements
for her blouse. His son noted down while the father
called out. The watching Deen saw his mother raise
both her hands for Abdul to measure her chest. His
dick shot to attention yet again as the tape encircled
her full breasts and jerked hard whenever Abdul's
knuckles pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw
Abdul's hand graze his mother's erect nipples on two
occasions.

Manya on her part allowed the job to go on. The tape
graced her armpits, back, arms, shoulders and neck.
When it came to the neck, she indicated to Abdul to
lower the neck by a few inches. Abdul brought the tape
with his thumb well past the mid point of his
beautiful customer's ripe cleavage and held it for a
moment. Manya nodded with a twinkle in her eyes and
Abdul read out the measurement for his dazed son to
jot down.

The old tailor then gave the tape to his understudy
son for taking the petticoat measurements. Deen was
startled. Manya herself didn't expect it but was
indifferent to the change. Kneeling down to face her
sexy waist, the lad encircled the lush ass of the
housewife with the tape and called out the size. Deen
found the kid's reading out his Mom's ass size a very
stimulating and wild act. He kept clutching his aching
dick and peeped on as the boy circled the tape around
his Mom's luscious waist above the belly button.

"Lower," he heard his Mom say. "Place the tape where I
am wearing the petticoat now. Yes... that's the
comfortable position".

The horny wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her
fleshy lower abdomen for a few seconds as he read out
her final measurement. She gasped and that made the
youngster look up into her face, past her full
cleavage, his face inches away from her abdomen. Manya
forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden shiver
which went up her body betrayed her arousal. The
father and son duo finished measuring the sexy
mother's body as her watching, randy son jerked off
for the fourth time since the morning.
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here comes the half century ...

Chapter 50

It was while they were leaving and Manya was closing
the door that Deen saw and heard Binu bound into the
living area. Binu had missed the scene where Manya was
measured up at leisure and that was why he showed a
bit of surprise at the flushed look on Manya's face.

"Are you OK Mom," he asked, shaking her lightly by the
shoulder.

"Mmmm, yes," mumbled the horny mother, allowing Binu
to lead her by her exposed waist to the dining table.
Deen kept observing the casual manner in which his
younger brother kept caressing Manya's waist all the
way to the table.

The three of them finished a good meal. While Binu was
eager to run out for his cricket his brother and
mother were horny and restless. Manya was horny
because of the immense stimulation caused by Deen's
massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her
body. She now felt great in the company of her sons,
closer and more secure than ever before. She was also
confident that every act of theirs was out of pure
love. Even the lust was love driven. Being a love
starved woman with a sex starved body, this attention
from her sons made her glad. It also made her
extremely horny. All the kissing and pawing by Binu
stirred up her juices and left her craving for the
real act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he
was restless because he knew that his mother was
feeling horny. It showed in her body language. The way
she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him
to visualise the itchy pussy nestled between those
glorious thighs. He noticed light beads of sweat in
her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving
mildly. Her eyes showed a distracted look. Deen
realised a stage had come where he communicated with
her bodily needs very directly. He could sense when
she needed a fucking just as surely as he could sense
when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could
see that his Mom needed a good fucking.

Both mother and son were lucky. The answer to their
feelings came in the form of a call from Prem. He
called to find out whether they would be keen on a
family garment sale in town. Binu had to go for his
cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen
tell Prem that he would be going over to a friend's
place to hand over some borrowed college assignments.
He asked Prem to come over and take his mother to the
sale, promising to join them within an hour. She
smiled to herself at the thought of being alone with
Prem for atleast an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the house with
his brother. He knew he was doing something for his
Mom's sake. It made him happy. The appointed time was
six in the evening and he had an hour and a half to
pass. The brothers left in different directions.

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight
to his favourite bookseller's shop. It was his
favourite hunting place for his sleaze collection.
Literature, pictures, cassettes - the place had it all
and the owner was a friendly, portly middle aged man.
Deen walked into the shop which was full of racks of
books and magazines. The cassettes were all lined up
against the wall. But Deen began looking into the book
racks. There were four of them and a passage separated
each one from the other. A person on this side of the
rack could not see the one on the other side. While
Deen started looking into the incest collection, he
suddenly heard a soft discussion from the other side
and stiffened when he heard the name 'Manya'. He
strained his ears to catch the voices and recognized
them as Salman's and Sam's. With a quickening pulse,
Deen heard on.

"You mean your Doberman went for Aunt Manya's pussy
that morning," came Salman's exclamation.

"Yup, right towards her crotch. I had to hold it back.
He must have loved the smell from her pussy after all
you did to her", replied Sam.

"My Dad and me, both", stated Salman as the
overhearing Deen turned to a statue in disbelief at
the mention of the dog. "Dad went first. By the time I
did it, she was already dripping and squishy. Man, she
oozes in gallons".

"Wow, I'm not surprised. She's hot way beyond normal.
And she loves having her pussy eaten", said Sam.

"You did that?" enquired Salman.

"I 'also' did that ", chipped in Sam with a chuckle.
"Her snatch is never dry. You can finish your dinner
and dessert in it. Eat her the whole morning and
she'll have you fuck her into tomorrow."

"She's wild Sam. She loves it when I take her like a
bitch, on all fours. But next time I'm gonna dip my
face into her juicy snatch first".

"Do that and she's your slut forever".

"Maybe we should do her together once", suggested
Salman with a loaded voice.

"Oh, she'll take us both easy. You first thrust into
her mouth while I lick her into readiness. Then we
switch."

"Mmmmmm," mumbled Salman hornily. You might as well
bring your Doberman along to lick her clean when we're
through with her".

"Good idea, but I suspect the dog may not stop with
simply licking her," replied Sam.

"What!, exclaimed Salman. "You mean it will... "

"Yes it will... , " replied Sam. "Any dog will love
her scent. And Manya will take it. I know for sure
she'll love it too. She's crazy for cock in any form".

"Fuck, goddam slut", hissed Salman. "This talk is
making me horny Sam."

"You bet. And Sana told me that your Alsatian gave
Aunt Manya a long and thorough licking all over her
face and belly".

"Belly! My goodness. I can't take this anymore. I need
to either fuck or jerk off. Let's get the hell out of
here".

The stunned Deen heard his two friends rush out of the
store. Their talk and the revelations about his Mom's
doggie adventure shocked him. It also excited him more
than ever before. Her extreme horniness and utter
depravity injected a fresh wave of voyeuristic thrill
in him. Their talk of performing a threesome with his
mother with the possibility of the dog joining in took
his vision to the highest conceivable level. In a way
he knew such a thing had to be around the corner. His
dick ached and strained against his pants and he kept
clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had
just transpired. He regretted having left the park
early that morning. He swore to himself that he
wouldn't miss it again.

"If necessary, I'll offer to take her for a morning
walk tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would make its
advances," he thought to himself. His mind went back
to his horny mother and he wondered what was happening
in the house.
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Chapter 51

What was happening in the house was totally in tune
with Deen's expectations. The moment the horny Manya
opened the door to let Prem in, the youngster
immediately understood her state. There was no word
exchanged for the next fifteen minutes. They rushed
into the nearest room which was Deen's bedroom and the
two hot bodies entwined and mated with animal hunger
and energy. Manya moaned without a break as the
youngster's hands mauled her hips, breasts, stomach
and thighs with a continuity that raised her heated
body to stunning levels of desire. They were naked
within minutes and were soon pumping into each other
like perfect body mates. Manya lifted her long legs
and wrapped them around Prem's hips as he pumped hotly
in and out of her boiling, adulterous pussy. Each time
he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and
hotter. She was not only insatiable but her sexual
desire was on a rising curve. The beautiful mother was
turning into a demoness who could die for cock. Prem
rammed his dick into her greedy cunt and Manya's
clasping cunt muscles propelled him into initiating
sharp violent thrusts which made the voluptuous
housewife's body shake. Her breasts shook like two
beautiful ripe mangoes on a branch. Prem reached out
and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's
shrieking delight. His cock made squishy sounds as it
pumped the hell out of Manya's steamingly hot,
dripping cunt. The accumulated horniness of the sex
starved wife found violent expression as her hips rose
in rhythm to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his back
and urged him, "Fuck me Prem. Fuck me hard and deep.
AAAAAAhh... ," her voice trailed as Prem proceeded to
give her pussy an absolute fucking. Manya gasped with
each strong stroke and moaned with each full squeeze
of her tits. Her body had surrendered to him
completely and he was punishing it to the extreme.
Both Manya and her younger lover sweated profusely and
the sweat flew from Prem's hair to spray her face.
Manya's face assumed contorted expressions of
surcharged lust. She was being balled by her favourite
lover and she gave herself in completely to his strong
hands and stronger dick. Her insides were being
ravaged with savage consistency. The walls of her
pussy were being stretched and her pussy felt like it
was being pounded into pulp by Prem's cannon like
thrusts. She was gradually reaching yet another
mindblowing cock induced orgasm. When she reached it,
she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound
to his, her breasts getting crushed against his chest,
while her teeth dug into his neck. Prem held his
friend's horny mother by her ample hips as she clung
to him and rammed his final thrusts before spurting
out hotly into her receptive cunt. Their mutual orgasm
lasted a full two minutes. Manya's fertile pussy was
flooded with innumerable spurts of her young lover's
potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to
release him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt
like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like love
tunnel.

Manya loved the feeling and as if to prevent him from
turning away, she lifted her head and kissed him on
the lips, long and deep. She used her entire mouth on
his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the
beautiful mother's mouth. Their mouths and tongues
remained locked for a full five minutes, during which
time they slurped and slurped on each other's juices.
Occasional gasps and murmurs escaped the mouth of the
lusty housewife as she succeeded in keeping her young
lover's dick firmly lodged in her freshly fucked
pussy. Taking her lips slowly away from Prem's, she
looked softly into Prem's eyes. Prem, on his part,
looked deeply into Manya's eyes. He felt she looked
truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness
on her face had vanished and was replaced by a lovely
glow in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her
eyes. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full of
loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's
much needed first orgasm. They remained in that
position for another five minutes. But neither of them
realised that their robust and satisfying sexual bout
was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his bedroom
window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a
violent, jerking, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his mother and best friend remained
entwined. His mother's thighs were spread and still
wrapped around Prem's hips. Their abdomens were
touching fully and his friend's chest was lightly
pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty tits. Manya's
feet pressed into Prem's naked buttocks. Their faces
were a little apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's
beautiful face around her cheeks, ear and nose,
occasionally tracing lines around her eyes. Manya's
heart was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again.
She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his
manly chest fully crush her full breasts. She felt
very close to him. He seemed to love and care for her.
Her thoughts went to the fact that he was Deen's age.
It thrilled her to realise that boys her son's age
found her so desirable. She smiled happily to herself
and her thoughts suddenly turned towards the one
aspect that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She
decided she'd ask Prem.

"Prem," she murmured, gently caressing his head, as it
rested on her luscious cleavage.
"Mmmmmm, " moaned her young stud, intoxicated by the
aroma of her sweaty and warm cleavage

"Preeeem", she said again in a half murmur and half
whisper, playing with his ears as his head moved about
on her ample, stacked chest, as if seeking more and
more fleshy treasures.
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Chapter 52

Mmmmm, yes, Aunt Manya, " mumbled Prem, encircling her
right nipple with his lips.

The act made Manya's body stir warmly. His dick was
still buried in her soaked pussy, at about three
quarters of its full length. With a sigh Manya
observed that it still felt longer and harder than her
husband's organ. Readjusting her hips to lodge him
firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a little worried about Deen." She of course
did not know that her son Deen was listening to the
entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now
that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his ears
and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his
naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his
best friend while having his cock still buried in her
pussy.

"Why worry about Deen, Aunt Manya," asked Prem. "He's
fine".

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

"Fully fine? What's that supposed to mean," asked Prem
again, this time nibbling harder at Manya's right
nipple.

"Aaah! I mean does he have a girfriend. Is he normal
like you are", she whispered, biting Prem's ear
lightly.

Kissing both her eyes, Prem replied, "He doesn't have
a girlfriend that I know of but I think he is normal.
Why do you ask Aunt Manya?"

"It's a feeling that I get of late. He doesn't show
the urges of boys his age".

"Now why would he show those urges before you, his
mother, Aunt Manya", asked Prem.

"I would know it even if he didn't show it, " replied
Manya, squeezing Prem's butt as if laughing at his
dumb remark.

"I should have known your ability, I'm sorry. Mother's
eye misses nothing," smiled Prem, slipping his right
hand down to squeeze Manya's hip. "But what have you
observed that's bothering you about Deen."

Manya squealed a bit and replied "You know he seems
passive and very unlike you or any of his other
friends. Even Binu is more physical, like a boy with
growing hormones. Deen is loving and caring, like you
are, but he's not passionate in that raw, physical
sense, like you are", she murmured, running her
fingers all over Prem's hair.

"Ohh!, " said Prem, not knowing what to say. He
however kept suckling at Manya's nipple.

"Please stop that for a moment Prem, I'm quite serious
about Deen", urged the horny housewife, her voice
trying to stifle the gasp that escaped when Prem bit
her nipple.

"Ok, Aunt Manya," said Prem in a decisive tone and
tried to rise from her body.

"Noooo", wailed Manya as she held on strongly with her
legs around his hips. "Remain inside. We'll talk like
this. She blushed sexily as she said so. Her peeping
son was bewildered by his mother's outrightly wanton
behaviour.

"Does he masturbate like all healthy boys and discuss
girls,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes. "You are
his best friend, tell me".

"I know he jerks off for sure, but he hasn't discussed
any girls", said Prem, tweaking Manya's left nipple
with his fingers.

"Now isn't that odd or maybe queer", suggested Manya
with a worry line on her forehead.

Prem kissed her forehead and cupped her face in his
hands saying," No guy would need to look at or discuss
girls when you are in the house, Aunt Manya".

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

"I'm serious Aunt Manya. When he can ogle this
gorgeous body whole day, why would he need another
girl. Besides, which girl has your ripe, wholesome
body?"

Manya felt a stirring between her wet thighs at this
statement. The fountain in her loins was being
triggered.

"Mmm. That's flattering but I'm his mother", whispered
Manya.

"Oh come on Aunt Manya, if I were in his place, even I
wouldn't look at another girl. I would never have been
able to get enough of you", said Prem, watching Manya
blush again.

"Really," teased Manya. "And pray what would you have
done my dear. Jerked off peeping on me in the bath?"

"Not for long Aunt Manya," replied Prem. "I would have
found a way to get you seriously and urgently into
bed".

His words sent a wave of thrill into the housewife's
body. She felt her cunt walls try to clasp at his semi
erect tool wedged inside her. She felt wild.

"You mean," she lisped, almost incredulously "you
would have made love to me'?

" Made love? You must be kidding. I would have fucked
you out of your brains whenever Dad was away Mom",
said Prem, in a voice imitating Deen's.

Manya turned hot and red when she heard Prem talking
in Deen's voice. Her cunt was now very wet and had
already added to the fluid layer around the cock in
her. She was incredibly aroused and the blood simply
rushed through her voluptuous body, making Prem
stiffen at her sudden change in physical state.

"Does Mom turn you on so much Deen" she asked, as if
talking to Deen.

"Yes Mom. You turn me on more than any girl I met. You
are the sexiest creature I know," replied Prem. Both
began to play along now.

"What is it that you find sexy about your mother my
dear Deen", asked Manya in a long, sexy drawl. She
could feel Prem's dick hardening in her pussy.

Outside the window, Deen felt like his balls were
going to explode. This had crossed his wildest
imagination. It was the wildest convergence of the
mutual horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She
was giving expression to it in the starkest, most
erotic manner possible. She was fucking his best
friend as a surrogate. His mother was crossing the
last frontier towards incest. But the greatest thing
about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And
Deen, the voyeur loved it all the more. More than
fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his mother
talk about fucking him. It was wilder than the real
thing, atleast for him. Rubbing his bursting dick, he
listened on as he heard Prem reply in his voice.

"Your ass, Mom. I love your sweet, full and meaty
ass."

"Only"?

"No Mom," your ass, tits, belly, navel everything. You
are a wet dream. I can lick and fuck every inch of you
Mom. You're built for fucking", went on Prem, getting
aroused by the whole act.

Manya could now feel Prem's cock prodding at the walls
of her cunt in mini thrusts. Her pussy oozed juices
and they streamed right out onto her inner thighs.
This was the wildest spell of lubrication in her sex
life. She felt her head turn heavy and her eyes were
glazed all over with lust. She drew Prem into her even
closer, her thighs gripping him hotly. She could now
almost see Deen's face in Prem.

"You like fucking me Deen?" she whispered into Prem's
face.

"Yess, Mom," Prem almost hissed.

"Will you fuck me next time you massage me", she
sobbed. Deen's head spun as he heard her. Prem was
surprised too at the discovery, but his dick talked
him out of any thinking.

"Yes Mom," he went on, trying harder now to mimick
Deen's voice. He began a slow motion thrusting into
his best friend' mother, making sure that the tip of
his dick caressed her pink pussy walls teasingly.

"Aaaaahh, mmmmmmm, Deen", wailed Manya. "Will you fuck
me now darling", she pleaded hornily, her hands
clasped around Prem's back, lost to her lust.

"Aaaaahh, mmmmmmm, Deen", wailed Manya. "Will you fuck
me now darling", she pleaded hornily, her hands
clasped around Prem's back, lost to her lust.

Prem could feel her cunt boiling slushily against his
dick. It was never as wet in all the times they had
fucked. He felt his dick bathed in her over discharged
fluids. The turned on housewife was quivering and
moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his chest into her
full, sweaty breasts. Manya felt hot and she was
trembling with extreme desire.

"I will Mom. I am...", he grunted, suddenly removing
the whole length of his steely dick and thrusting it
right into the horny mother's steamy twat in one
motion.

"Oooooh, Deen...", moaned the cock hungry mother,
delirious with lust. Her pussy, thighs and hips
responded with awakened incestuous vigour. She heaved
her hips upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the
young stud. She opened and closed the clasp of her
fleshy thighs against his hips in a wanton display of
extreme arousal.

"Fuck me Deen, fuck me hard dear. Fuck me like you
always wanted to...", she cried, opening her legs
wider and spreading her knees.
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Chapter 53

With his hips freed of her fleshy grasp, Prem drove
his hips up and down into the horny woman's crotch.
His prick pumped violently into her dripping pussy. He
used his hands to squeeze and maul the mature woman's
large breasts. The pressure on Manya's tits increased
with every stroke of his cock. Her pussy simply flowed
and her body simply sweated until she was incredibly
drenched in their combined body fluids. The adulterous
woman mewled and cried out as her body got fucked. She
lost track of her surroundings completely as she got
balled by her son through his best friend's super
cock. The effect could not have been greater.

The effect could not have been greater for her son
too, who was watching in wild astonishment though the
window. He had cum twice witnessing his mother's
wanton exhibition. For the first time since his spying
started, he felt himself in Prem's place, fucking his
mother with wild energy.

"How should I fuck you Mom," went on Prem as he
pounded into Manya's overheated pussy.

"Like a bitch Deen, fuck your mother like the bitch
she is, " screamed the wildly sexed housewife as her
young stud mercilessly fucked her pussy, taunting her
in a way she found most thrilling.

"You're a bitch Mom," grunted Prem. "A wild, horny,
cock crazy bitch, aren't you". He rammed his cock even
harder, making Manya's voluptuous body shake.

"Aaaah, yes. Your mom is a cock crazy slut Deen...
fuck me darling... harder... aaah, I'm cumming... fill
me, fill me with your seed, give your mother your
baby... aaahh... mmmm... yesssss..." hissed and moaned
the sex crazed Manya, carrying herself and Prem to the
most intense orgasm ever in her adulterous life.

When their joint orgasm erupted, Deen could hear a
shatter in his own brain, which made him stagger and
ejaculate for the third time since his mother's
adulterous coupling began. He kept looking at the
gradual slowing of his friend's hips against his Mom's
juicy body. He kept looking at the lusty expressions
on his well fucked mother's face and the gentle
relaxation of her well toned thighs around Prem's
hips. He felt giddy out of exhaustion and bewildered
beyond normal levels. He always realised that his
mother loved displaying herself to him, but her deep
desire to get fucked by her son and the manner in
which she released her pent up desire was way beyond
his dreams. Holding his spent dick he took one last
look at his mother's naked, quivering form on his bed
alongside his best friend and began to turn away.

"What a bitch", he thought to himself, more in
positive amazement than out of any rage at his
mother's extreme sluttiness. Nothing about her would
surprise him anymore. Even as his limp dick began to
twitch again in that familiar way, the adolescent son
began to wonder what his next step should be. He loved
his mother. But he loved her slutty side a lot more.
He related in a very special way to her dynamite,
fuckable body and the outrightly slutty thoughts it
housed.

"Should I tell her I know", he debated to himself. He
was sure she wouldn't be wild. Infact the idea of her
being angry at his knowledge now seemed like a big
joke. Stroking his dick and reaching for his
cellphone, the young Deen decided he was on his Mom's
side and would do all he could to keep her happy.
Keeping her happy meant getting her fucked in all
positions and by different people and the idea
appealed to him , and his aching dick.
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Chapter 54

With one hand on his crotch, rubbing almost constantly
through the trousers, the young son dialled his home
number and waited.He did it almost by instinct and for
a change never bothered about consequences. he didn't
think it would matter anymore.

The phone rang as Prem still had his dick lodged
inside the horny mother's pussy. Her cunt was a sodden
mess and so was his dick, half limp. Manya moaned and
looked lazily towards the phone, which was in the
living room. She didn't want to even stir, leave alone
answer it.Prem looked at her.

"Mmmmm, uhhhh uhhh," she murmured, as she shook her
head and ruffled his hair with one hand, while
stroking his back with her soft fingers of another
hand. Her thighs were outstretched and his dick was
soaked slushily inside her well fucked cunt.

"So they don't even want to take a call. Wow, fuck,"
thought Deen to himself. He disconnected and dialled
again. The phone rang to stir the adulterous couple
again.

"You know it could be Deen," mumbled Manya. "Why don't
you get the handset here".
"Ok", said Prem, as he got up with his cock making a
pop sound out of Manya's well satisfied but still warm
pussy.
"Aaaaah, mmmmmm, whimpered the horny mother, unwilling
to leave the meat that pleased her so much. She kept
her thighs, apart, exactly in the same way that Prem
left her.

Prem answered the phone. "Hello".

"Prem", said Deen into the phone,in a half whisper.
"Yes Deen," muttered Prem, his heart almost leaping
into his mouth. Keeping his cool, he made his way
towards the naked mother of his friend in the bedroom.
She was outstretched as she looked at him in an
inquiring manner. Prem nodded as if to acknowledge
that it was indeed Deen on the line.

In a sudden burst of sluttiness, Manya reached out to
grasp Prem's long and dangling tool and dragged him by
it towards her spread out thighs noiselessly. She kept
handling the stem of his dick and moved gradually to
the base of his balls as Prem tried to make
conversation with Deen.

"How was it", asked Deen.
"Yes Deen, I'm fine," stuttered Prem, much to Manya's
amusement.
"Not you my friend, I said how was the fuck"?
"What?, blurted out Prem, even as Manya manipulated
his cock, while her son enquired about their love
making.
"How does it feel to fuck my mother, Prem," hissed
Deen, in arousal.
"Aunt Manya is fine, she's tired and sleepy and I
wonder if we can go for the shopping", muttered Prem,
as Manya gave him a teasing smile.
"She'd better be tired after the balling you gave her
Prem", said Deen, in a half moan.
"Ah, ok", said Prem not knowing what to reply
"How did it feel inside", went on Deen, rubbing his
cock.
"Inside what", asked Prem in a whisper. The naked
Manya was now rearranging herself to place Prem's half
limp cock at her pussy."Let it be here as you talk",
she whispered and signalled to him sluttily.
"Inside her cunt, buddy. Was it hot and wet".
"Very", ventured Prem, hoping Manya wouldn't catch on
to their conversation. Manya didn't care.She placed
herself in perfect position before his half erect
dick, the lips of her wet pussy gaping in expectation
and in contact with the tip of her lover's potent
cock.
"Ooooh," moaned Deen, clutching his crotch. "YOu
planning to do her again now", he enquired, with his
pulse racing.
"Looks like it, " murmured Prem, beginning to feel his
cock harden again at all this talk.

Manya was delighted at this awakening of Prem's
cock.She brought her cunt muscles around Prem's cock
and began a slow clasping.
"Do her. Do her well. Fuck my mother thoroughly Prem,
till she's had enough", moaned Deen.
"Thanks I will," said Prem, still managing to talk
normally. "You take care too. When are you coming
home".
"When you are through with my Mom, Prem", said Deen in
a half whisper. Prem's dick shot up with a suddenness
that surprised Manya.
"What's going on", she hissed in surprise, as Prem's
cock pushed its way right back into the hole that it
plowed and ravished thoroughly, making the hot mother
squeal hornily. This was the reason why she loved
young boys. They never seemed to go limp.
"Or do you want me to come right now", said Deen,
stroking his dick and managing to tease Prem.
"No, No,"blurted out Prem. 'I mean anytime".His hips
began their movement already as the beautiful
housewife below him writhed and sucked in his dick
into her ever boiling twat.
"Don't worry, you can finish fucking my mother",
teased Deen, enjoying his friend's fluster."But don't
look around. I am watching".
Prem's dick reached an all time erection at this point
and he felt a searing burst of sperm gush from his
balls and gather momentum.He dropped the handset and
gave a hot, lusty look into Manya's eyes.It left even
sex crazy housewife slightly amused and wondering.

Manya was surprised at the rapid surge in intensity.
Prem's cock had hardened in record time and his
pistoning in and out of her dripping pussy had reached
a maddening pace.She spread herself out as much as she
could and kept her upper part still while letting her
hips and cunt take the full force of Prem's rapidfire
fucking.The sounds of his balls slapping against the
base of her ass could be heard by Deen, who had by now
reached the window. Manya's tits were wobbling with
each thrust and her rich hip flesh shaking with the
impact of the robust fucking that was being delivered
to her.She simply let herself free and absorbed the
intensity of this surprise fuck with gushing
pleasure.Both her heart and pussy simply gushed and
gushed, in their own beautiful ways.

From the window, Deen stroked and watched his mother's
scorchingly sexy body get serviced yet again. He
concentrated on her face and noticed the sheer beauty
of her features and the manner in which they glowed
and shone. He also noted the rising peaks of lust in
her eyes and was still watching her through the first
peak when he shot off on the walls, unable to hold on.

Manya revelled in this assault on her pussy. Prem was
now thundering in and out of her cunt with absolute
abandon and speed. Her entire body was now
supercharged as she received his thrusts and mauling
of her hips.She now reached the same scale as Prem in
the fuck rhythm as she gave counter thrusts of her own
and let her cunt clasp and uncalsp Prem's cock in a
frenzy.The mutual passion that enveloped the
adulterous couple exploded as both uttered guttural
sounds to orgasm and ejaculate in unison. Their
bodies, sweaty and sticky left no gap at all between
them and Deen, spent out already, simply marvelled at
the power fucking that his mother was getting from his
best friend.He watched and watched the naked duo, as
their passions gradually ebbed out.
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Chapter 55

A mentally exhausted son was Deen, as he fully
witnessed his mother's sexual extremes and slipped

down against the wall outside his bedroom. He decided
to give them fifteen minutes before going

into the house. The whole afternoon's episode was like
a raunchy screensaver before his eyes and

thinking about it only served to arouse him all the
more. After fifteen minutes he rose and

wondered whether he should give a warning call home to
check on Prem and his own hot pants

mother.Deciding against it, he rang the doorbell.

Manya, in the meanwhile bade a naked, sweaty farewell
to her hard stroking lover, giving his

cock a loving one minute caress at the door as Prem
kissed her deeply, with his hand stroking her

ass lovingly all the while. Manya couldn't help
gushing at all the attention her lush ass got -

from everyone.It was Prem, not Manya, who broke the
kiss and slipped out of the house. The last

thing the horny housewife felt was his wet , semi
erect cock, slipping out of her hands.With a

sigh, she closed the door and, surveying her naked,
well used body, she strolled lazily into her

bedroom, deciding to take a long, cleansing bath and
wait for the arrival of her two darling

sons. No sooner had she slipped under the shower and
turned it on, than she heard the doorbell

ring. Thinking it had to be Deen, she wrapped a towel
around her wet, ripe body, she tip toed

towards the door and opened it.The towel was not meant
to be a full towel but more of a waist

cover, with a separate towel that Manya used for
drying her long, hair.This one reached just

above mid thigh and at the top, more than half her
luscious breasts were exposed and jutting out

quite proudly.
"Hi Deen", she said nonchalantly as she let her son
in."Give me a minute, I'll finish my bath".
"OK, Mom," said Deen, walking in and taking in her
scantily covered body as his mother briskly

walked away to complete her bath.His final sight was
of her wide and swaying ass. "She's the very

incarnation of lust", thought the sexually disturbed
son.

After the bath, Manya pondered for a moment about her
attire. Since her hubby was away and she

was alone with her sons for the evening and night, she
merely wore a petticoat and a thin cotton

blouse. Both were white in colour and due to the
season, Manya left the top two buttons of her

blouse undone. The petticoat of course was tied about
four inches below her deep navel and

consequently her huge, well curved but softly fleshed
midriff was on full display. With a towel

around her hair, she stepped into the living room,
where Deen was reading a newspaper.

Deen looked up to see the lazy stride of his Mom as
she entered the room with a smile. her face

glowed from all the fucking she had received and her
waist flesh bore a certain elasticity which

Deen presumed or imagined came from all the continuous
squeezing given by his friend.About half

her full tits were out and they swayed sexily beneath
the braless blouse as she walked. God, his

mother was a sex goddess.

"Are you tired Mom", asked Deen, looking her in the
eye.
"Ahh! Ohh! yes..." stammered Manya, not expecting the
question. "A bit".
"Uhhhmm.Prem told me over the phone", continued her
son, looking her over.
Manya didn't look Deen in the eye. Flustered, she
mumbled again, "Yeah. I told him we couldn't go

shopping. I need to rest today Deen". With these words
she stretched herself sexily, letting her

son watch her breasts rise upwards , eyes twinkling in
a teasing way.She held that pose for half

a minute. A stunned Deen felt she resembled one of
those starlets in a photo shoot. It was

Manya's intention to divert her son.

"You look beautiful today Mom", stuttered Deen, gazing
at his mother's exposed midriff and navel.
"Ohh, thank you Deen.Why do you say today. Don't I
look nice everyday"? Manya nearly blushed that her son
had actually said something about her beauty.
"Of course Mom, sorry, " said Deen, a little lost for
words.
"Then what is it about today that makes me more
beautiful, Deen" went on the teasing mother, shifting
her hips from one side to another, but retaining the
same sexy stance.
"Well, everything, I mean...", Deen was at a complete
loss for words.
"Everything means what Deen," teased the foxy mother,
turning her voice into a loud whisper.
"Meaning your face, looks, everything," mumbled Deen,
turning his face away from the fleshy treasures in
front of him.
"Again you say, everything. What else do you look at
apart from my face dear", she teased on, bending now
to dangle her ripe cleavage before the young lad's
eyes.
"Oh come on Mom, don't embarass me" blushed Deen,
trying to avoid looking at the creamy mounds right in
front of his eyes. Her nipples could be seen when
bent.Deen felt his dick shoot up, a sight which was
not lost on his mother.
"Well, Deen. I always thought my face was pretty. But
now you tell me, there's something more that you see.
Thanks for whatever you feel that's nice".
Deen blushed furiously at this remark.He fully knew
that his mother was acting a tease but he was
confused. In his mind, it was safer ogling her horny
body and exploits from some distance than go through
this.
"No Mom, I mean, I mean..."
"Whatever you mean, my dear, I'm sure you mean well.
Now will you please help me dry my hair", she said
handing him her towel and sitting down on the
floor.Her body settled between his legs , forcing him
to spread them and her head was almost near her son's
crotch.
With torturous uneasiness, Deen said "Yes," and
reached out for the towel.
The sides of Manya's waist and tits were in constant
contact with Deen's legs as he slowly rubbed the towel
on his mother's hair, at times drawing it outwards. He
marvelled at her hair, its blackness and thickness.He
also marvelled at how warm her waist felt against the
sides of his calves, how hot her ass felt against the
tips of his toes and how hot his own dick felt against
the back of his mother's head from time to time. His
mother seemed to deliberately push her head back
against his crotch time and again, Deen could
swear.Looking down he could see her breasts completely
down the blouse. Her nipples were clearly on show and
the blouse itself was quite tightly wrapped around the
cup of her each tit, making them full, grabbable
handfuls for any guy.
"Yes, any guy", thought Manya's son as he continued to
slowly fondle his Mom's hair. Her hair was long since
dried, but both mother and son remained in that locked
posture. Deen's dick was scorchingly hot against
Manya's head.Manya moaned lightly and rubbed back once
in a while but both were confused about what to do
next. Therefore neither moved. Instead they continued
with their intimate posture, not willing to budge an
inch, eager to let the lingering, doubtful impulses
last as long as possible.

Clad in a measly blouse, half unbuttoned and a white
petticoat with a longish slit at the side, the ever
horny mother presented a raunchy sight, nestled cosily
between her elder son's legs, his hands fondling her
beautiful head. Manya waited and waited for deen to do
something. deen waited and waited for something to
happen, god knows what. But he didn't want to move.
Something had to happen to break the impasse. it came
in the form of a doorbell ring, shaking the mother and
son out of their confused sexual reverie.
"It must be Binu", said Deen, still fondling his
mother's hair, ruffling her hair.
"Uhhmmm", murmured a dreamy Manya, packing herself
more closely into Deen."Will you open the door, or do
you want me to".
"You open it Mom", said Deen, releasing her almost
unwillingly.

He said it because he wanted to see his scantily clad
mother get up and walk sexily to the door in her
dreamy state. Since he came back to the house, he had
not yet seen his mother's glorious ass in motion and
this was his chance. A strangely unsuspecting Manya
got up and directed her voluptuous body towards the
door, in all its semi-clad glory. Deen watched again
in undilutable amazement as her ass swayed in gentle
rhythm and the single tyre around her waist rippled
sexily with each step, her long hair reaching upto the
base of her asscheeks and the petticoat itself, now
slipped so low that it threatened to fall right off
those juicy hips.

"God, she can get raped, no, gangraped any
time",thought Deen, in worried arousal, as his hot
mother opened the door.

"Now what will Binu do to Mom seeing her in this
state", thought Binu's elder brother.

Chapter 56

Deen saw his mother unlock the door, his gaze fixed on
her meaty ass. It was Binu. Manya smiled and turned
around almost immediately after opening the door. In
his now usual gesture of warmth, the younger son
embraced his skimpily clad mother from the rear with a
loud "Hi, Mom".
Both his hands encircled her belly, the right index
finger instantly embarking on a navel probe. Manya
squealed. Binu dipped his head down to nibble at his
mother's earlobe, while continuing his caressing.Since
Manya had already turned around before he could enter,
Binu missed his customary kiss on his mother's rosy
lips. So he ran his tongue all around his sexy
mother's ear,maintaining the belly squeeze rhythm.

Across the room, Deen stared and stared, without
batting an eyelid. Both his squealing mother and
pawing brother faced him . Manya's face underwent a
rapid transformation from amusement to gradual
arousal.Her son's incessant caressing of her fleshy
midriff stirred the first wave of juices deep within
her body. Binu's nibbling of her sensitve earlobe and
the series of kisses around her neck, ears and upper
back , now began to shift into near foreplay mode.
Deen's dick was already in orbit and he was itching to
rub it through his
trousers. But since his Mom faced him, he could only
shift about in disturbed arousal.

Manya's feelings were confused. She could take the
caressing without any outward show of arousal but her
son's kissing , which now covered most of her neck and
ears was a new sensation which sent thrilling bolts
all through her body. With her son's hands moving all
over her trunk and face getting kissed , nibbled and
licked in teasing succession, the lovely mother got
warmer and warmer within. Her face carried a soft glow
of arousal and the squealing changed into soft
moans.It was a one minute mauling session which the
younger son subjected his sexy mother to and the
watching Deen could make out that his well fucked
mother's body was shifting gears. Her grip on Binu's
hands loosened and she involuntarily relaxed her body
in surrender, revelling in the sensations brought
about by her loving son. A part of her mind still
waged a battle which she realised she was not inclined
to continue forever. Manya did not allow it to occupy
much mindspace. The thoughts came and left on their
own, she let them. Just as she let Binu have his way
with her body.

It was the sudden impact of Binu's erect dick on her
heated rump that brought Manya out of any lingering
dilemma. As if to conclude his amorous greeting , Binu
smothered his mother from behind, his teeth biting
gently into her ear and his hands rising on Manya's
belly to reach the base of her half exposed tits.His
knuckles dug into the base of his Mom's breasts as the
intensity of his rear embrace brought her lush ass
into full, warm contact with his throbbing dick.

"Aaaaah", gasped the horny mother feeling her loins
moisten further. Her face shot up to look straight
into the eyes of her elder son. Binu's dick jerk
brought about the first meaningful exchange of looks
between his brother and mother. Both Deen and Manya
stared at each other. Deen saw his beautiful mother
smile lightly at him and then rotate her eyes in mock
amusement at her younger son's acts. Manya maintained
eye contact with her elder son while getting fully
pawed by the younger one. Deen's eyes were at their
widest ever and he shifted his gaze in rapid
succession between his mother's face and her ripe body
which Binu was now toying with.

Unconsciously, his right hand went towards his crotch
to give it a not so subtle rub. Amidst all the mauling
she was receiving from her younger son, Manya did not
fail to notice Deen's crotch rub. Her eyes quickly
reverted to Deen's and she gave him a smile. At that
moment, Binu's right index finger dug deep into his
sexy mother's navel, making the aroused housewife moan
her way through her smile. It was a supremely sexy
sight which the bewildered Deen couldn't take any
more. He rose , rushed into his room and straightaway
locked himself in his bathroom, leaving Binu with
their squeeze toy of a mother.

It did not take a second for Deen to start beating his
meat with supreme vigour.His mother had actually
teased him with her eyes while getting felt up and
kissed by his brother.The thought was ball bursting to
the young lad and images of his mother's beautifully
naughty smile filled his mind as he stroked his dick
faster and faster. She had smiled at him when Binu was
squeezing away at her waist and hips; she had smiled
when his dick pressed hotly into her ass and the smile
only turned naughtier as his brother's man handling of
his mother's ripe body grew in intensity. Her eyes
never left his.

"Mmmmmmm," moaned Deen, his jerking off entering the
final phase.He remembered the wet nibbling of her
earlobes by Binu and the helpless surrender of his
mother. "Aaaaah what a horny slutttttt", he almost
shouted out as the spunk flew out of his heated dick.

The first two loads were hot and strong and landed
nearly three feet away. Even at the seventh spurt,
there was some semen seeping out of his mom-dedicated
dick and the young, dazed son sat back against the
bathroom wall, trying to figure out events.
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Chapter 57

When Binu finally got his hands off his sexy mother,
she dragged her skimpily clad body on to the sofa and
slumped. Binu announced that he needed a bath. Deep
down, Manya heard herself announce "I need to get
fucked". Her sex craving now began to surprise , if
not alarm her. Despite the hard fucking delivered to
her by Prem, her pussy began to lubricate all over
again, thanks to her son's robust squeezing of her
well stacked body and the extreme arousal she saw in
her elder son's face.Manya was not innocent. She knew
Deen rushed away only to jerk off and smiled to
herself realising that she was the reason behind her
son's hectic masturbatory impulse.Her hands slipped
down towards her pussy. With Binu having vanished for
a bath, she felt safe enough to caress her mound
through the petticoat. Purring silently , she indulged
herself, her breasts heaving and fingers probing away
through the single garment covering her dripping
pussy. Manya regretted the thick fabric of the
petticoat and decided to change into a sari for the
ease that it afforded in terms of labial access.She
was not aware that Deen was already watching her,
after his mind blowing masturbatory spell.

Before changing , Manya got dinner ready for the three
of them and while the table was being laid by Deen she
announced that she would be back in a minute. When
Manya returned after a while, two erect cocked lads
looked towards their mother.Deen's eyes first
conducted the crotch test. He noted from his mother's
juicy thigh junction through the sari that she had not
worn a petticoat.Next, his eyes carried out the nipple
test. To his thrill and amazement, he noted that his
mother had not worn a bra under her short and tight
white blouse.The sari was testing the holding power of
Manya's well blown hips and yet again, Deen wondered
how long it would last on his horny mother's body.His
mother had grown into quite an expert in the art of
wearing a sari just above her bush and making it
appear natural.The navel stared at the world, inviting
people to look.Dinner was a relatively less eventful
affair, except for a couple of hard feels of her ass
by Binu and one instance where Manya almost dipped her
cleavage right into Deen's face while standing next to
him to serve him.But it was the mother's eyes that
teased Deen right through the meal.Manya flirted away,
smiling mischievously at Deen. Deen felt very troubled
but at the same time felt that his mother looked very
beautiful with that typical, smile.

It was a very well fucked but horny again mother that
Binu slipped into bed with that night. The bedroom
door was shut but not locked. The moment Manya rested
her sexy, scantily dressed body onto the bed, Binu
literally pounced onto her midriff, making her
squeal.The squeal brought Deen to the door outside but
he could only listen. Binu wasted no time in letting
his tongue dart in and out of his mother's navel, his
hands kneading her full hips.Manya smiled to herself
at this over eager behaviour of her son.

"Uhh, Binu," she squealed. "You don't leave me alone
even for a minute".
Binu looked up from the base of her abdomen, a mild
feeling of guilt in his eyes.
He suddenly stopped licking his mother's navel and
said, "I'm sorry Mom,did it hurt".
"No silly, nothing hurt", smiled Manya.
"You are so beautiful Mom", said Binu in an almost
serious manner. It made the horny mother smile again.
Binu resumed his lip attack on the huge territory of
flesh made available by the low worn sari of his
mother. Manya's flesh warmed all over again and her
pussy tingled. She brought her thighs together and
rubbed them lightly against each other. Her son's chin
was resting against her abdomen, just a couple of
inches above her rich, trimmed bush, which was fairly
visible through her semi transparent sari. Binu moved
his lips across his mother's belly and gradually
inched upwards towards her now heaving bosom. Manya's
nipples hardened as she felt her son inch closer
towards her breasts.Her whole body was on fire, while
a gradual ooze started in her pussy, which made her
feel very itchy down there.

Binu reached his mother's breasts, clad in a thin
blouse with the top two buttons off.He stared
momentarily at their creamy fullness. Having arrived,
the young boy hesitated or a moment. Manya lay still,
in anticipation, her breath almost at a
standstill.Binu skipped her bosom and carried himself
further so that he was face to face with his mother.
Both the eager son and the horny mother looked into
each other's eyes.Upto that moment, Manya marvelled at
the ease with which Binu got comfortable with her
body. Her heart now began to beat faster, when Binu
suddenly leaned forward and kissed his mother slowly
on her lips.Manya closed her eyes and opened her mouth
to allow access to his probing tongue.Mother and son
let their tongues dance inside their mouths, sometimes
in tandem and sometimes on their own.Suddenly Binu
removed his mouth from his mother's and began kissing
Manya on her face, eyes and neck. He rained soft
kisses on his mother's
beautiful face.Binu's kissing always left wet traces
whereever the places and Manya's face was moist with
her son's saliva. The well felt up mother was hot and
horny now. Her pussy oozed juices liberally, forming a
wet patch on her sari. The flimsy garment stuck to her
drooling crotch and Manya could now sense Binu's
erection twitching away, pressing into the side of her
thigh.Binu halted his kissing, making Manya look at
him in smiling inquiry. He looked cute and puzzled as
she stared at his mother's breasts.

Manya could feel Binu's right hand make an initial
move towards her bosom and then stop abruptly, resting
just at the base of her left boob.She lay still,
waiting for his next move, but couldn't suppress a
sexy moan as she felt his cock press harder into her
thigh.
"Mom, you are so fair and beautiful," Binu mumbled
again, in genuine confusion. His hand stopped its
movement towards his mother's full tits.
"Thank you Binu," said the happy mother, almost
enjoying her son's plight.She wanted him to go
further, but as was her policy, it had to be his
initiative, not hers.Moreover, she didn't think that
her younger son needed help in this area, unlike her
elder one.
"That's the second time you've said that I'm
beautiful".
"Yeah Mom, I can go on like this you know".
"Like what Binu", teased Manya, despite her raging
pussy heat.
"Like this, " he gushed, suddenly dipping his head
into his mother's cleavage, making her gasp.
Binu made a deep suction sound and rose away from his
mother's rich bosom. "But Mom..." he paused.
Manya moaned at her son inquiringly.
"Dad may not like it if I did it", he mumbled, much to
his mother's surprise. Manya nearly laughed.
"Your Dad will not like a lot of what you already did
Binu", she said softly, nuzzling her son's head. "Or
what you do everyday".
Binu blushed as he said"You mean kissing you Mom".
"Not just kissing, the way you play with my body
Binu".
"Uhhh, you don't like it Mom", stuttered Binu.
Manya's heart gushed with love for her son at this
point. "I didn't say I didn't like it Binu. I said
your Dad will not like it for sure."
"You want me to stop it Mom"?
"Stop what, Binu", Manya teased on.
"You know playing with your.... your..", he trailed
away.
"With my ass? Your mother's ass?"Manya went on, in a
hoarse whisper.
"Oh Mom, I feel shy," Binu managed to say.
"So you want to stop playing with my ass Binu",
whispered Manya, feeling her son's dick scorching her
thigh.
"Umm, you have a good 'kule' you know", said Binu,
using the native Kannada term for ass.
"I know I have a good kule Binu", said Manya, turning
on to her side, as if to emphasise it. She ran her
hand around the circumference of her magnificent
posterior. "Would you like to stop doing this", she
said, slowly kneading her own asscheeks with her right
hand.
"Noooo Mom," Binu half wailed as he bent down and
kissed his mother hotly on her lips, forcing her mouth
apart.
Manya gave in to her son's passion and whispered"You
don't have to stop anything you like Binu".
"Yes Mom, I'll be careful to do it when Dad's away".
"Smart boy, but you can be smarter", whispered the
sexy mother, holding her son by the head again.
"How Mom"?
"Not when Dad's away, but when Dad's not looking,"
said the slut, dragging her son by the head onto her
full breasts.

 

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Remembering her promise to herself, she gently pushed her son's loving
face off her for a moment. Smiling at him, watching become a little
disappointed, it made herself feel extra special and loved. Hesitating
only for a second, she said "Binu, do you love mommy?"

Sensing something monumental coming, Deen moved a little closer to the
door, eager to listen to the exchange.

"Of course mommy", came the quick reply by Binu. "How can you think I
don't?", he asked, a little hurt.

Manya replied "No sweetheart, it's not that, it's just that, if you do
love mommy, then you must do a few things to let mommy know, that you
love her." Looking at the confused look on Binu's face, she added
"Even more so. Do you want me to show you how?" Binu nodded his
affirmal, much to Manya's and Deen's delight.

Choosing her next words very carefully, she began "First, if we are at
home, and Dad is not at home, it is your responsibility to make sure
that I do not wear this." She pointed to her blouse. Sensing his
uncertainty, she said "Do you like playing with them?" Again, Binu
nodded. "Then, why shouldn't you play with them more often? I love it
when you play with them, and you want to show mommy you love me. And
if I am wearing this, you cannot play with them as easily. So, go on,
do as mommy says."

Without a moment's hesitation, Binu opened and removed Manya's blouse.
He stared with fascination at her huge breasts, rising up and down in
steady intervals, her big, thick nipples inviting him to suckle on
them. Without breaking eye contact, he asked "What if Deen is around?"
as he grabbed both boobs hastily, proceeding to squeeze them roughly.

As if an electric current ran through her, she gasped loudly in
arousal, loud enough for Deen to hear. Binu seemed not to notice, and
continue mauling her boobs. It was as if she had an epiphany,
everything became clear to Manya. She knew what she wanted, she saw
nothing wrong with it, and whatever the consequences, she would deal
with them as they happened. She was putty in the hands of anyone who
mauled her breasts, and she would teach her Binu to do so. If things
went out of hand from there, she reasoned, it was ok since she loved
Binu immensely. If that meant Binu would go farther and farther, she
would not stop him. After all, a mother has to make sure her sons'
growth is healthy.

"Deen is your brother Binu, he will understand", she gasped even
louder as Binu's fingers pinched her nipples.

"What if there are other people in the house, mom?", he asked as he
lowered his mouth on her right nipple, and started suckling. Manya
took that as the final question and answered "No Binu, not in front of
others", and put her fingers through his hair, grabbing some and
pulling him deeper into her boob.

"Don't stop with your hands Binu", she said as Binu wrapped his hands
around her waist, trying to find her ass. He took his right hand, and
brought it back on her left boob.

"Pinch the nipple, Binu", she said softly as she felt his left hand on
her ass, gently kneading it. This was heaven as she saw it, her body
was on fire and she was being loved and abused at the same time. The
only way it could be better was if Deen was somehow involved too, but
she couldn't worry about that now. As Binu pinched her nipple, she
raised her hips, as if by reflex. Binu's left hand saw that as a way
to pull her saree away from her waist, giving him unrestricted access
to her generous rump. Manya was surprised at this bold move by Binu,
but did not see any need to stop him. He need more encouragement to
feel more confident, she felt.

"Harder Binu. Mommy loves it when you treat these roughly. As roughly
as you can Binu." As she said this, she knew she had given away all
control of her body to Binu now. The harder he'd treat her boobs, more
she'd be unable to resist him. As if in response, he mashed her left
boob as he bit down roughly on her nipple, pulling it with his teeth,
and kneading her butt at the same time. His left hand was now inching
closer to a yet unknown region of Manya's body, one that no one had
ventured into and one that would end up defining Binu's relationship
with his mom.

The rough treatment of her boobs made Manya crazy, she was seeing
stars as she crept closer and closer to the most powerful orgasm of
her young life. She raised her hips as she yearned for her pussy to be
pounded, but it was not to be. Binu used this small window to change
his hand's position and when Manya came back down, his finger was now
at a new hole, one not very different than the navel he found so
fascinating.

He circled his finger around the hole for a few seconds, as if gently
tickling her ass. Manya was lost in her world, on the precipice of the
greatest orgasm of her life. There were mini charges going off all
inside her body, causing her to spasm constantly. Her nipples were on
fire, her pussy was flooding like a burst dam and her clit was
throbbing so hard it was almost painful, though in a good way. She was
seeing stars and she had not even cum yet. The need for release was so
great she was practically sobbing, yet unable to convey to her son
what she so desperately needed. Then suddenly, three things happened
all at once.

Binu changed his position slightly, bringing his knee into direct
contact with her throbbing clit, grinding into it hard. The first such
contact of his body with her bare and naked pussy started a powerful
orgasm that got intensified at the same time, since Binu twisted her
nipple as hard as he could, sending a shooting, pleasurable pain from
her nipples to all her pleasure centers. However, the biggest
contributor was his finger, that went right up her ass, which clamped
down on it as tight as a vice, sending her into orbit. She thrashed
wildly, biting her lip in order to stop from screaming. This only
amplified the intensity of her orgasm, and she wrapped her legs around
Binu, pulling him even deeper into herself, pushing his knee even
harder into her pussy.

Binu was confused by his mother's reaction, and pulled away instantly.
He wondered if he had hurt her, and the look on her face was that of a
mad woman, a woman possessed. He tried pulling away completely but was
unable to, her legs wrapped so tightly around him. "Don't Stop!!!!"
she screamed in a low whisper, which he took as a reassurance and he
continued sucking on one breast while mauling the other.

Deen was watching with much fascination, now completely convinced his
mother was merely a vessel of lust, who would go to any lengths to
satisfy her lusty needs. Unable to hold back any longer, he looked for
the first piece of cloth in which to shoot his load. In front of him
was his mother's saree, now discarded by Binu. Without thinking, he
picked it up and shot his massive load into it. He didn't stop after
one session either, and continued pumping load after load into the
saree as he watched his mother experience the mother of all orgasms
for a good fifteen minutes.

Her orgasms subsided, Manya opened her eyes to stare at a very
concerned Binu. She knew what his concern was, and she needed to make
sure he did not get scared away, not now, not ever.

"Oh baby!! That was soo wonderful!!" she said, taking his face in her
hands, planting kisses all over his face. "You really love mommy!! I
loved it, sweetheart, I loved it very very much."

This eliminated all doubts from Binu's mind, as he returned to his
cheerful and buoyant self, kissing his mother back, their tongues
intertwining. He continued to shower kisses on her face, neck and ears
which kept her inner fires simmering even after such powerful orgasms.
They both knew, that Binu's finger was still lodged inside her ass,
but neither said anything about it. Manya because she loved the
feeling, and she did not want Binu to feel uncomfortable, and Binu
because he wasn't sure how his mother would react if he removed his
finger. In this position, the two went to sleep that night, with a
very spent Deen discarding his mother's saree on the floor before
returning to his room.

Once there, he thought about what he saw, and how he could somehow
influence his mother into becoming even more of a whore than she
already was. He felt jealous, that Binu was helping her in his own
way, but he was unable to. After a few moments, the answer came to him
in a flash of inspiration. He took out his diary, and wrote the
following in it:

"God, what a slut!! I wish she'd leave the door open a lot more, so
that I could get a good view of their activities. I wonder what she'll
think if she knew I came all over her saree while she came tonight.
Why does she even bother with the pretense of wearing a bra anymore?
It does not look good on her, and she looks so much prettier without
one. That makes me think though, is it possible to have a blouse and
petticoat made from the same cloth that a saree is made out of? If so,
she'd look even sexier and more fuckable if she wore those. Who am I
kidding? She'd never go for that!! I just wish I could cum on her
clothes more often, and that she wore those clothes for the rest of
the day."

Writing that, he bookmarked that page, and kept the diary under his
bed, exposing part of it so that it would be plain to Manya that Deen
was attempting to hide it. Satisfied, and with visions of his sexy
mother cumming with her legs wrapped around Binu, he went to sleep
with his hands on his dick.

Manya woke up the next morning hornier than when she went to sleep.
She felt Binu's head on her breasts, his finger in her ass. She smiled
at both, realizing that the barrier they crossed last night did not
bother her. Moreover, she felt a sense of relief now that it had been
crossed, knowing it would make the two even closer now than before.
Smiling, she move his head off her, and rose from the bed. She
shuddered as she felt his finger slip out of her ass, feeling a bit of
emptiness now that it was gone. Reaching down, she picked up her
saree, and wrapped it lazily around herself, in a rather messy way.

"Plenty of time to fix it later", she said to herself. She went
outside and into Deen's room to check on him. What she saw, pleased
her a lot. He had gone to sleep with his cock in his hand, and even in
his sleep state, it was very hard and very big. She reached over, and
covered him with a blanket, her hands gently brushing against his
cock, which twitched slightly in return. As she ran her fingers over
his hair in a loving manner, she saw his diary sticking out from under
his mattress. Carefully, she removed the diary and decided to take a
quick peek at it. Walking quietly to the living room, she took a seat
on the sofa and started reading the page that was bookmarked.

Closing the page after a couple of minutes, she was shaking all over.
It was not in fear, or out of cold, but out of excitement. So many
thoughts were running through her mind. "He thought she was fuckable?
He thought she was a slut? He saw her with Binu, did he see her with
others?" were some of the chief thoughts in her mind. As she thought
more, the more she understood Deen's behaviour over the last few
weeks. He liked watching her, she decided. Watching her in acts of
sexual activity, the more depraved, perhaps the better. She reached
over and saw the encrusted remains of his sperm on her saree. The
thought thrilled her no end. Bringing that part to her mouth, she
sucked it, hoping to get something out, perhaps get a sense of how it
tasted. Just the act alone brought her to a mini orgasm.

"I'll have to leave my clothes out before I go for a shower, so he can
masturbate on them", she said to herself. "I must give him every
opportunity to express himself sexually. If that is through giving him
shows, then so be it." She then thought about what he wrote regarding
her blouse and petticoat, and wondered if that was possible. She would
have to talk to Abdul immediately, before he started making those new
clothes for her. Of course, this would be like crossing another
barrier, just like she crossed one last night with Binu. This would
mean that the entire neighborhood would be lusting after her, knowing
she's nothing but a cheap whore who cheats on her husband. But if that
is what it took to make her son happy, she had no choice but to do it.
With a firm resolve, she rose and put the diary on Deen's desk.

As she made her way back to the living room, she continued to think
about the consequences of the actions she was about to take. That she
was going to take them, was not a question. However, taking them meant
people would see her differently, and there was a chance her husband
could find out. Did that bother her? She didn't think it would. As she
sat on the couch, she decided she would forgo the morning walk in
favor of some deep soul searching. She came to realize she cared more
about her kids than she did for her husband. In fact, there was no
love between the two anymore. And if she really wanted, she could
manipulate Ram into making sure Desh would not be home for months at a
time. That had to be the best course of action, in her mind. If Desh
was not around, he could not find out. If he did not find out, there
would be no bad consequences of her actions, and she would be safe.
She could deal with the neighborhood. Sam, Salman and Salman's father
would ensure that others did not squeal on her.

That took care of the "noise" as she saw it. Now to the more important
part. Did she want Deen to know that she knew about his diary? The
answer to that question was a little more unclear. If she told Deen,
but he got embarrassed and withdrew, she would end up losing a son. If
however, he did not, then it could blossom into a very beautiful
relationship. The more she thought about it, the more confused she
got. Finally as the sun was rising and the first rays hit her face, a
third alternative came to her. If she did not tell Deen but continued
to read his diary to get suggestions, there was a chance their
relationship could progress, and she could perhaps help her son mature
in many other ways as well. "He likes to watch", she said to herself.
This meant he had to be given plenty of opportunities to watch her
getting fucked. She did not yet know if he had seen her with others,
but it hardly mattered at this point. She would have to make sure she
gave Deen as many opportunities to watch her in action as possible,
while Binu had to be filtered from such events. He would probably not
understand at this point.

Which brought her to the more interesting activity. Which saree to
choose for turning into a blouse and petticoat? It could not be a
thick saree, since it gave her the feeling of an underwear, which she
hated. It had to be one of the flimsy, thin and very sheer sarees,
that would give her access to finger her pussy at any time. She knew
exactly which sarees to choose for this. She had a few that had gotten
very flimsy over the years and would serve the purpose very well. They
were light in color, had no print on them and would provide an
unrestricted view to her boobs and pussy. She would have to ask Binu
to go and fetch Abdul as soon as possible. Life was about to get a lot
more interesting, that's for sure!!

Later that morning...

Manya waited with a lot of anticipation, for the arrival of Abdul. The
morning was perhaps the most sexually charged in days. She was sure
Deen had masturbated into the blouse she was now wearing, and Binu had
mauled her boobs right in front of his brother during breakfast. But
it was even before that, that she dropped all pretense. When she went
to pick up milk in the morning, she dropped right to her knees and
turned around spreading her legs for the milkman. He fucked her with
wild abandon while Deen watched her from his room, beating away his
cock furiously. The milkman gave way to the paper delivery boy who
gave way to the grocer, who not only fucked the cheating wife, but
proceeded to slap her with his cock before fucking her again. All four
times, she was fucked doggy style, like a true bitch in heat.

Deen watched in amazement at Manya's activities in the morning, and
was thrilled to see his mother finally begin to embrace her true
nature. His cock was hurting from the number of times he had cum, but
it failed to become soft. As soon as Manya went to the bedroom to lay
down and rest, he rushed to get the blouse she had discarded in the
living room and mopped the floor with it, drenching it in the cum he
had discharged all over his bedroom floor. He watched with amazement
then, as she wore that blouse all through breakfast, while Binu
squeezed, crushed and pinched her breasts all breakfast without any
hesitation. He was certain she came atleast twice during breakfast.

"God, what a whore", he said to himself.

Redesigning her clothes

The highlight of the day for Manya was the arrival of Abdul. She had
selected 2 white sarees, very very light and very sheer, one light
blue, one light green and light pink. She believed each would produce
atleast 2 blouses, and 2 petticoats. Her first directive to Abdul, was
that she wanted atleast one blouse and petticoat ready by the evening.
He said it would be a challenge, but he could get it done for double
the price of a regular set. Money was not an object for her, and she
agreed to the price immediately. Then came the design.

The petticoat was easy, and Abdul understood right away what she
needed. A regular petticoat, made from the saree. The blouse however,
was simply out of the world. The design was a sleeveless blouse with
the front a bikini design. The back of the blouse was where a knot
would be tied to complete the ensemble. In addition, the blouse would
be made for a size or two too small, making the fabric stretch even
more across her massive mammaries guaranteed to make her nipples stick
out obscenely. With that blouse, she knew she would be inviting
trouble, but that is what she wanted.

With Abdul gone, and both kids in school, she decided to take a break
and went to kids room to check her email.

She sat down on the computer after taking a long bath. Washing away
all evidence of last night and the morning's activities she felt a
little lighter, but missed the smell of a freshly fucked woman that
she was. Drying herself slowly, she chose to wear a simple white
sleeveless blouse and a light blue saree. Tying the knot six inches
below her navel, she sat down in front of the computer.

After going through her mail, and finding there was more spam than
actual emails - there was no personal emails, she had not received one
in months - Manya was getting bored and ready to shut down the
computer. Taking a look at the spam folder, she decided to clear it
out before signing out, as she had never cleared out her spam. Just
taking a look at the spam folder made her gasp, and start getting wet
all over again. Looking at the subject of the spam emails, she saw
there was a gold mine out there, waiting to be discovered!! She was by
no means a novice when it came to computers and the internet, she knew
how to navigate her way around and clean up after herself, so she was
aware of the fact she would have to look for the diamonds amongst a
whole bunch of junk. But her path was clear, there was so much
material out there for her to keep herself updated, improve herself
that she almost kicked herself for not doing it earlier.

Looking at the clock, she saw she had about an hour before Deen and
Binu returned from school. Undoing her saree (which was all she was
wearing) she kept it below her and made herself comfortable. She had
to search through a lot of google hits before she hit on a couple of
good story sites. She quickly added them to her bookmarks for later
reading. Realizing that she would need an email account to go with
them, she created a fresh account on gmail. When deciding on the name,
she felt it better to go with a name befitting her personality and
went with manya.kutiya at gmail.com kutiya means bitch, in Hindi and
she felt that was the way she wanted to be seen and known on the
internet. Armed with that email address, she quickly created an
account on several story sites. By the time she was done, her hand was
messy, the saree on which she was sitting was sopping wet and she was
radiating an amazing glow.

Looking up at the clock again, she saw she had only a minute before
Deen got home, and about 15 minutes in which Binu would be home. She
logged out of her account, cleaning up behind herself and shut down
the computer. She had barely put on a blouse that she heard the
doorbell ring. Lazily she made her way to the door and asked who it was.

"It's me Mom" came Deen's reply, upon which she opened the door. She
wasn't however, prepared for who was standing beside him.

Deen had seeked out Prem at school and confronted him regarding his
activities with Manya.

"So you had fun with my mom?", asked Deen

"Listen Deen, it wasn't like that..." replied Prem but he was quickly
cut off by Deen.

"Relax man, it's cool. In fact, it is wonderful. I don't want you to
stop" said Deen.

"Are you out of your mind Deen? You want me to continue fucking your
mom?" asked an incredulous Prem.

"Why not? Are you saying you wouldn't want to do it again?" came back
Deen with his quick question.

That silenced Prem for the moment. He couldn't deny that Manya was the
hottest woman he had ever seen, and fucking her was the most amazing
experience of his young life. Add to the fact that she was his best
friend's mother made the whole thing even hotter.

"Alright, I admit. It was amazing. But how can you ask me to do it
again? Doesn't it gross you out?" asked Prem.

"Not at all" came Deen's reply. "I love watching her getting fucked.
It's the most amazing experience for me. I even know certain things
that you can do, that can make it more enjoyable for her, and make her
more eager to have you fuck her. You do those, and she'll do anything
for you. Interested to know?"

Eagerly, Prem nodded his head. Deen smiled, and together the two
walked home.

"First, she loves being fucked doggy style. She loves those no words
spoken, pushing her on the knees fucks. While you do that, pinch and
squeeze her ass, she loves that too. Keep in mind, she loved it when
you called her mom and fucked her pretending it was me." Deen
explained as they turned into the street leading to his home. "The
thing she loves more than anything else though, is if you pay
attention to her tits. Not in a loving manner, mind you. But roughly.
The rougher you treat them, the more submissive she will become" said
Deen.

Prem looked at Deen in an unbelieving manner, but Deen dismissed his
friend's concern right away. "Trust me Prem, I have seen her with so
many men, I know her better than she knows herself. Atleast when it
comes to this. I know exactly what triggers some of her most powerful
orgasms, and what will make her a complete and willing whore who would
do the most vulgar things for you. All I ask in return, is you let me
watch. That's it, nothing else."

The two stood outside Deen's house for a moment while Prem processed
this information. His mind was uncertain about some of the things, but
he was sure he wanted to continue fucking the cheating mother.

"Alright, that is a very small price to pay for a reward so great"
said Prem eagerly. "Are you sure you are ok with this Deen?" asked Prem.

Deen reassured Prem and the two walked up to the front door. Deen rang
the doorbell and waited for his mom's arrival, eager to see how she
would be dressed.

Manya noticed two pairs of eyes on her and felt a charge go through
her body instantly. Both boys' pants developed a noticeable and
sizeable tent, and she could feel the front of her own blouse develop
a similar tent. She saw Prem eyeing her in a hungry wolf-like manner,
so openly in front of Deen that she almost came right there in front
of the two boys. She steadied herself a little at the doorway before
regaining her composure.

The boys let her walk away and followed her into the house. They each
took their time eyeing that luscious ass swaying hypnotically like a
pendulum.

"Binu has gone to his friend's house mom, he won't be back till
later", said Deen as he closed the door behind him. "I'll go take a
quick shower, Prem can you wait for a bit?" asked Deen innocently.
With that, Deen went to the bathroom and started the water, but came
out immediately to watch what happened next.

Suddenly feeling very courageous, Prem decided to push Manya more than
he had ever thought possible. He approached her, watching her tremble
before him, in anticipation of what was about to come. He was now
disrobing her with his eyes shamelessly, making it very clear what he
wanted to do. Reaching for her blouse, he yanked it with all his force
and ripped it from Manya's body. She looked at him in alarm, feeling a
thrill go up her body.

"He wants to play a game, he wants to force himself upon me", she
thought to herself.

"Prem, what are you doing? Deen is in the next room, you shouldn't do
this", she said in mock anger, attempting in vain to cover herself,
backing away from him.

"Shut up!" growled Prem as he approached her slowly. "Wearing clothes
like that, half naked, you're nothing but a whore, a bitch. A bitch
that needs to be put in her place, to be used whenever, wherever by
whoever. And I'm going to show you your place now." With that, he
reached over and pinched her nipples as hard as he could. Without a
word but with a loud moan, Manya dropped to her knees instantly. She
was putty in the hands of a man who was rough with her boobs, and she
couldn't help but comply. Without a moment's delay, her hands found
his zip and she fished out his cock, mouth opened wide to take it in.
But she was disappointed when he stopped her.

"I'm not ready for that yet, bitch!" said Prem. Taking his cock in his
hand, he proceeded to slap Manya on the face repeatedly, getting it
harder and harder in process. The adulterous mom was getting hotter
with each slap, and the feeling of Prem's vice like grip on her nipple
didn't help either and with a loud moan, she came right there,
slumping to the ground. It was as if a hundred electric shocks had
gone through her body at once, and each of them went through her
nipples to her pussy. Her nipples felt as if ready to burst, they were
hurting so much. But the pain was exquisite, and immensely pleasurable
and the orgasm went a long way to relieve that pain. Once it subsided,
she opened her eyes to see a smiling Prem standing with a fully hard
cock in his hand. Bending slightly, he caught hold of her saree and
pulled it off her, leaving her naked as the day she was born.

Her expansive waist, her deep navel, her wonderful thighs were all
showing signs of a painful need between her legs, a need to be taken
hard, a need to be taken often. A need to be taken as often as
possible. Deen watched from behind the curtain, his cock wrapped in
his mom's saree as he continued to stroke it frantically. Prem was
doing exactly as he expected, even better perhaps. He knew his mother
loved every bit of it, and could not help but wonder how far she could
be pushed and what direction was she heading towards.

Later that night...

A very exhausted and a very satisfied Manya lay in bed as her son went
to sleep with his head on her boobs and one finger in her ass. The
experience with Prem was more than satisfying, and she was certain
Deen was watching the entire scene. Her saree was wet when she wore it
and she couldn't help but suck his sperm out of it. It tasted
wonderful, sweet even. She couldn't wait to read what he would write
in his diary tonight. The events of the day bothered her less and
less, and that it did not bother her at all did not bother her further
still. She was coming to accept this transformation in herself really
well.

Even though Prem had taken her roughly and called her names, she knew
it was all an act and as he left he kissed her passionately and told
her that in so many words. Before he left with Deen, he whispered in
her ears "And maybe, you will let me fuck you too, mommy" imitating
Deen. That was just too much for the horny mother, who clutched the
door hard, and fell to her knees, shaking in a strong orgasm caused by
words alone. To her, that was an indication of how much her body
needed the sexual attention it was now getting, and how much she had
come to depend on it.

It was with these thoughts that she was drifting off to sleep when the
phone rang. Cursing herself, wondering who it could be at that time of
the night, she picked up the phone and answered in an irritated tone
"Hello? Who is it?"

"Manya Darling, it's me", came a very drunk reply.

"Desh, do you have any idea what time it is?", asked Manya.

"Yes Darling, I know it is late, but I have excellent news", he answered.

"Can't it wait till morning, Desh?" asked Manya. She was really
getting annoyed, as Binu was starting to wake up from this talk, he
had just fallen asleep. So that he did not wake up, she gently got off
the bed and walked out to the living room, taking her saree along with
her.

"No Manya, it cannot wait!" said an excited Desh. "I have been
promoted, and have to oversee the company's business in Kuwait!"
Obviously it meant a great deal to Desh, but Manya could only see
problems with this news.

"What? Do you expect me to move to Kuwait, Desh? All of a sudden?"
asked an alarmed Manya. The kids were now in a stage where their
education was important, it was the middle of a school year and they
could not move right away.

"Not right away, but come next weekend Manya", said a very drunk Desh.
Manya could hear something in the background, but could not make out
what it was.

"Over my dead body! I am not moving from here Desh. You know we have
talked about this before. I do not want to move, not now, not in a
week. Not ever. Do you hear me?" half-shouted Manya, now on the verge
of tears. She had given up everything for Desh, she gave up her job at
the school to take care of the kids, she had married Desh and in
return ended up alienating all of her family and now he wanted her to
break the only thread she had left.

She had formed many relationships in the community over the years, and
she had come to think of the neighborhood as a second home. She could
not see herself moving from the area, and if need be she would fight
tooth and nail with Desh over this.

The two went back and forth for almost an hour, with Desh standing his
ground and Manya not giving an inch. Deen was listening from his room,
quietly while his mother fought with his father. He was with his
mother on this, he did not want to move either but he knew that his
opinion in the matter did not count for anything. He also knew that
Binu would go wherever his mother went and could only hope they got to
stay where they were.

Finally at midnight, the two stopped talking. Desh had confirmed
Manya's suspicions and was at the airport waiting to board his flight
to Kuwait. The two came to an understanding: To Desh, his job was
important and he was willing to live away from his family. To Manya,
the neighborhood was important and she was willing to live away from
Desh. Desh had to be in Kuwait for atleast 3 years and he was taking
the flight, no matter what happened. So as a result, the children
would stay behind with Manya while Desh would live in Kuwait. He would
continue to send money home, but would not visit them for the next
three years.

continued..

 

next

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This way, she could be really free and enjoy what she enjoyed most -
fucking - and be secure in the knowledge that someone who really loved
her unconditionally would be looking out for her in this journey.
Smilingly, she rose from the couch and replaced his diary back on the
desk. Making just enough noise to ensure Deen woke up, she went to her
room to put on the new blouse and petticoat Abdul made for her and
wrapped her saree around herself. Wearing this, she was now ready to
embark on a whole new journey.

Opening the front door, the adulterous mother let her saree fall to
the ground as she bent from the waist to pick up the milk. The blouse
being so skimpy and her tits being so heavy, they popped out of the
blouse but she did not seem to notice or care. Taking her time, she
picked up the milk and as if by intuition stared right into the
milkman's eyes. Motioning with her eyes to him she asked him to wait
as she went inside and kept the milk in the fridge and headed out once
again. As she approached the milkman she saw the paper delivery man
was standing right behind him. Smilingly, she walked past them towards
the park with the two following her eagerly. Deen was following close
behind, his dick already straining against his pants.

She led the two to the secluded spot where Salman's father had fucked
her just a few days ago, and without a word stripped her saree and got
down on her fours, staring at the two in anticipation.

"One in my mouth, one in my choot (cunt)" she said. If two men had
ever stripped naked any faster, she did not know nor had she seen it.
But within seconds the milkman had his rapidly hardening cock in her
cunt while the paper delivery man was getting his tool sucked by the
thick lipped whore. The scene was almost too much for Deen to handle
as he started stroking his cock furiously.

The grass was wet and slippery but Manya neither cared nor did she
give it another thought. As far as she was concerned she was having
the time of her life getting fucked by two virile men while being
watched by her loving son. The two cocks were hard as steel and
fucking her like she was a rag doll, or a cheap 20 rupee whore. They
pistoned in and out of her hot cunt, making lewd slushy noises which
turned her on even more. The milkman was squeezing and pinching her
ass as hard as he could, making her push back at his thrusts with
equal intensity. The curve of her back was exquisite as the double
fucking gained momentum. Her moans got louder as she got closer and
closer to a tremendous release. The sexual activity had caused her to
sweat, and her sweat formed a small pool in the lower back. The men
started thrusting with even more intensity as they got closer to cumming.

The paper delivery man thrust himself deep into Manya's mouth, causing
her to gag while he reached over to grab her swinging melons. Crushing
them in his hands, he used them as leverage to speed up his thrusts.
This tit-mashing had the expected effect on the sexy mom who moaned
loudly on his member as she came from the dual fucking she received.
Her cunt clutched the cock in a tight grip as it started milking it
for the precious sperm it contained.

Being fucked by two hard cocks and watched by one more was thrilling
Manya beyond measure. It was her first "multiple" fuck and she found
she loved it. In fact she knew she wanted more of this, much more.
Maybe Sam and Salman together? Or perhaps Salman and his father? They
were both very similar in how they went about things and it would
surely be a delightful experience, she thought to herself. Just as she
thought that, the paper-delivery man crushed her tits in his hands,
which sent her into orbit. The orgasm was so intense she saw stars and
almost passed out from the pleasure. She would have fallen to the
ground had he not held her up by her gigantic boobs. It was as if a
thousand firecrackers went off inside her, all inside her cunt and her
nipples. The pain from the boob crushing was so pleasurable she did
not want it to stop. Her cunt got hotter the longer she came, and
began milking the cock inside it, eager to extract the offering it
promised. She knew she would not be satisfied from this fuck and was
overjoyed in the knowledge that the grocer would fuck her when she got
home. But would he be enough? She didn't think so.

As she recovered somewhat from her orgasm she sensed the build up in
both cocks, that familiar feeling before a cock erupted. She braced
herself and intensified her efforts to bring them off as best as she
could while producing the maximum sperm. With a loud grunt, the
milkman grabbed her ass and thrust deep into her as he came inside her
cunt, his biggest load ever, perhaps. A second later, the
paper-delivery boy withdrew from her mouth and came all over her face,
coating it with his sperm making sure not to leave a spot dry on that
beautiful face. She was so surprised by this she got stung in the eyes
with sperm. Though it burned her eyes initially, she came again with
the knowledge that she would go home with all that cum on her face.

Deen, who was watching the two men use his mother in such a lewd and
sexy manner could not hold back any longer and came himself,
ejaculating into the little milk-bottle he had brought along for just
that purpose. He filled it to the brim with his cum, marvelling at the
performance just put on by the sexy whore in front of him. He watched
the two men wipe their cocks with her hair and mumble words of
encouragement to her before leaving hurriedly. He waited a little
while longer to see what she would do next.

"Thanks Mrs. M. You are such a hot fuck. Best I've ever had" said both
of them before leaving quickly. Manya lay there, rubbing all the cum
on her face into her skin, letting her skin absorb the precious skin
lotion. She was so lost in her activity she did not see Gopal approach
her. Deen for his part had seen Gopal approach and waited with bated
breath to see what new twist would be added to this already raunchy story.

Gopal was the neighborhood "bhangi" (janitor) who swept the streets.
He had a reputation in the neighborhood as a womanizer, and word was
that he was fucking not only the dhoban (laundry lady) but also half
of the other servant girls in the community. Deen knew what was about
to happen and felt his dick harden again in an instant.

"My my, Mrs. M. I always knew you were a sexy woman, I had no idea you
were such a whore!" said Gopal with a nasty grin on his face. He undid
his dhoti in a second as he approached the voluptious mother of two.

Manya looked up with a start to see Gopal's huge 10 inch boner in
front of her, and her cunt spasmed with an aching need. It was by far
the biggest and the thickest cock she had seen to date and she knew
she needed it inside her right there and then. Quickly, she turned
over and onto her hands and knees, presenting her big wide ass to the
filthy man behind her.

"Oooh, you fucked those two and still want more, huh? I like such
spirit in my whores", said the bhangi. Without any preamble, he
dropped to his knees and thrust his steel hard cock into the wanton
whore's burning hot cunt. Manya groaned in pain and pleasure as she
felt the cock hit the walls of her cunt, feeling it stretch to its
limits. She turned around for a second to see there was still two
inches outside her. This was the thickest and biggest cock yet to have
fucked her, and she wanted every inch of it.

Of all the bitches Gopal had fucked, this was definitely the hottest.
Her plump ass, her melon-sized juicy tits, her angelic face, her pouty
lips all begged to be fucked and fucked hard. However, he liked a
challenge, and this bitch provided none. That's what women were to him
- bitches. He reached over and grabbed her huge udders and squeezed
them hard, anticipating a bit of a resistance, but instead it seemed
to turn her on even more as she began writhing and pushing hard
against him, urging him to get even more of his huge cock inside her.
Certainly willing to oblige, he began a thrusting motion so fast and
so furious it resembled a pistoning action. None of the other bitches
who he fucked were able to keep up with his pace but this housewife
was not only able to withstand it, she seemed to want more than he
could give!

Gopal had amazing staying power, and was able to fuck at this fast
pace for up to an hour at times, but Manya's thrusts along with the
heat and tightness in her cunt was testing that stamina. She had been
cumming non stop from the moment he started fucking her, and he began
to feel the tell tale signs of his own orgasm about to hit after only
15 minutes. Not one to be outdone, he growled and unloaded deep inside
the horny mother's cunt, sending hot scalding cum into every corner of
her hot pussy. He watched her writhe in orgasmic bliss as he continued
to cum inside her for a couple of minutes.

All spent, he pushed her off him, half amazed half angry at the sexual
appetite of this woman. He wasn't used to women outshining him and he
wanted this one to know she would not have any sort of control over
him. So he grabbed a hold of his wet cock, and started peeing on the
flower beds, making sure she saw him.

"Lick it clean, Mrs. M" he said in a commanding voice once he stopped
peeing.

Nodding, Manya was only took keen to take that beautiful cock into her
mouth, tasting a strange mix of sperm, her own pussy juice and pee.
She wasn't sure what to expect but she could distinctly make out all
three tastes and to her delight (not surprise) she loved all three
tastes. She wasn't sure what to make of that discovery but she
proceeded to lick Gopal's cock clean, showering it with dozens of
kisses along the way. Satisfied that there was no more cum to be had,
she looked up at him.

"All done, Gopal", she said in a teasing voice, as if daring him to go
further.

Gopal had never seen a woman do what Manya just did. Not only did she
match him thrust for thrust, but she even licked his cock clean after
he had just peed from it. He was shocked, and in an effort to finally
salvage some pride he decided to play his trump card.

"You want more of this, Mrs. M?" he asked.

"I do. As much as you can give me, Gopal" came the reply.

"If you want this", he held his cock in his hand "you will have to
take it in your ass the next time" said Gopal.

After thinking about it for a couple of seconds, she replied with "All
right. My ass it is, Gopal".

All three had a different reaction to this event. Gopal realized this
was finally a woman he could not control, and could not dictate terms
to. Deen figured out his mother was finally accepting whatever sexual
attention she was getting and was more than willing to expand her
horizons. Manya accepted this as a natural progression of what was
happening to her. Binu had been pushing his finger up her ass for the
last two days so she did not see anything wrong with having a cock up it.

Gopal walked away from the secluded spot just as people started coming
out for their daily walks. Manya waited a couple of minutes and slowly
wore her saree. The new petticoat felt heavenly with all the cum
seeping out of her pussy and it formed a big stain on the back. Slowly
swaying her hips in a very satisfied manner she made her way back
home, closely followed by her son.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmm good morning mom" he said sleepily.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh", replied Binu. It took him a few seconds to register this new
information but the hormones of a young teenager took over again and
he was back in action, kissing his mother full on the lips; his tongue
playing with hers while he explored her body to his heart's content.
He once again found the "two navels" and start moving his fingers in
and out of each of them, by now fully aware of the reaction that had
on his mother. His fingers probed her navel and her ass incessantly as
his kisses got hotter and he turned his attention to his sexy mother's
boobs. Looking at the delicious grape like nipple in front of him, he
took it in his mouth and pulled it with his teeth causing her to
explode in a mind blowing orgasm.

As she rode the wave to orgasmic bliss, she brought her legs around
Binu and wrapped them around his waist and effectively pulled him
towards her. This had the effect of trapping his hard cock between the
two of them, and his gentle rocking motion coupled with hers led to
him having an orgasm and shooting sperm all over his mother's belly.

Immediately embarassed, he tried to pull himself off his mother and
withdrew his hands from her. Manya realized this was the most crucial
moment in their relationship going forward and she had to make sure
Binu was perfectly comfortable with it and for her part, did not let
go of him.

"No no baby, it is fine. You did not do anything wrong sweetheart",
said Manya lovingly, showering her son with kisses all over his face.
"You made mommy feel so so good, mommy loves you so much for this."

"But mom, I shot all that .... stuff on you" motioning to his cum on
her belly, which he noticed she was rubbing into her skin.

"That's ok baby, it is natural. If you can make mommy feel good, can
mommy not make you feel good?" she countered. "Did it not feel good?"
she asked.

"Well it did, mom" answered Binu sheepishly.

"Then why are you worried? I loved it. You loved it. That's all that
matters baby. Ok?" she asked with a smile.

"Ok mom" replied Binu as he watched his mother rub all the cum into
her belly and into her breasts.

"I find it yucky mom, you like that?" asked a curious Binu.

Figuring how best to answer, she replied "Yes baby, this is very good
for women's skin. It makes our skin look healthier and younger" added
Manya.

"So does that mean you will need more?" asked a hopeful Binu.

"Yes baby.I will need more, if you are ok with it of course" replied
Manya.

Satisfied with the answer, Binu gave his mom a one last kiss on the
cheek, pinched her nipple and hopped out of bed to get ready for
school. Manya kept laying in the bed, absently fingering her cunt with
one hand while mashing her boobs with the other while Binu went into
the bathroom to relieve his bladder. Suddenly, the sound of him peeing
made her curious once again, remember the taste of Gopal's pee earlier
in the morning and she became horny again all of a sudden. Bringing an
image of tasting Binu's pee in her mind made her cum once again though
this time she bit her lip so as not to make too loud a noise.

Deen went back to his room and jacked off three times in a span of 15
minutes. He was becoming obsessed with watching his mother get fucked
over and over again and could not wait till the later tonight when
Binu would be go for sports camp for a week. He could only imagine the
depravities her mother would have access to in the absence of her
younger son.

By the time breakfast was served, Manya had changed back into her
bikini blouse and her sheer petticoat. Binu insisted on sitting in the
same chair as his mother as he would be gone for a week. Manya agreed
and sat with her back to Binu, allowing him unrestricted access to her
boobs and navel from behind. The two did everything but fuck as Binu
molested his mother to three orgasms in the span of half an hour and
left her very very spent when he left for school with his brother.
Manya couldn't help but notice two very huge hardons on her two sons
as they left the house.

During breakfast, Manya told her sons that according to the doctor,
she had to take a new supplement every day from now on. It was
essentially a hormone balancing drink only for women, and she had to
drink it just as much as she drank water. She pointed to a yellow
water bottle and said that was where the drink would be, and that the
boys were not supposed to drink it, since it was harmful for their
health to drink female hormonal drinks. Binu accepted it as the truth
and did not think twice about it. Good, she wanted it that way. The
announcement was more for Deen's benefit, as they both knew just what
kind of drink was about to go into the bottle. Deen smiled inwardly
and began thinking of how often he would have to refill the bottle.

Hardly two minutes had passed when she heard a knock on the front
door. Knowing fully well who it was at the door, she readjusted her
petticoat so that it now started at her pussy, even showing some of it
now. The way it was tied, she could easily finger her clit without
putting her hands inside the petticoat. With this motion, she opened
the door to a very hard grocer.

The grocer wasted no time in attacking the horny slut. He was waiting
for her sons to leave and the moment they left, he made his way up to
the front door. He was now making it his daily routine to fuck this
sexy creature, the sexiest of all the women he delivered groceries to.
That she craved their fuck sessions only made him want her more. He
didn't bother locking the door after him and merely made a gesture to
the voluptious wife to drop into position. In the few seconds it took
him to drop his pants and thrust his rock hard cock into the slut's
hot cunt, Deen slipped unnoticed back into the house and into his
bedroom to view the upcoming fuck fest.

Deen watched as the grocer fucked his mother not once, but three times
in 30 minutes. She was a bunny for a second fuck and the grocer was
only too willing to oblige. All three times, he fucked her doggy
style, like a true bitch. All three times, he came on a different part
of her body. The first time he came in her cunt, flooding an already
well watered pussy. The second time, he came on her face and watched
her rub the cum all over her face. After slapping her a few times with
cock, he fucked her a third time and came all over her tits. He didn't
even bother to watch her rub it in, and walked out the back door.

Good thing he did, or else he would have seen a stunned Sana standing
with her dog. She stood there the whole time watching Manya get fucked
three times, and couldn't help but feel envious about the situation.
She had always idolized the sexy mother and wished she had her as her
own mom. At least then she could have been blessed with such big tits
and wide hips and maybe the men in the neighborhood would start paying
her more attention. Not that she was unhappy with Sam, but she heard
what people said about Manya and how they would love to fuck her and
she wanted some of that attention too. Now she finally saw her idol in
her element and she wondered if she could somehow make the most of the
opportunity.

Deciding to take it cool, she waited a few minutes till Manya gathered
herself together and wore her petticoat. Was it her imagination, or
was it really really see through? As Manya was in the process of
putting on her blouse, Sana knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" asked an alarmed Manya. She wasn't expecting anyone now,
she planned on catching a few moments' rest before taking a shower.

"It's me Aunty, Sana" answered Sana in her beautiful voice.

With a smile, Manya lazily tied her blouse and answered the door. "Hi
Sana, come in sweetie, how are you?" she said. Sana led Tiger in and
took a seat on the couch, not inches away from where Manya was being
fucked. Tiger sat on the floor, exhausted from his exercise.

"I'm good Aunty, just enjoying the day off. I decided not to go to
college today, and no one is at home either", she replied.

Manya couldn't help but remember the last time she was in the presence
of Tiger, he had licked her in the most sensual manner and she was
ever so close to cumming then. How she wished Sana had not pulled him
away and how she wished he would do so again today, uninterrputed.

Deen waited with bated breath, and the glass in which he had already
jacked off twice. He was going to empty the glass in the fridge. His
mother needed as much cum as she could get her hands on, and he was
not about to waste a single drop from now on. He had met Sana on his
way to school and when she asked how his mom was, he innocently
mentioned that she was wondering why Sana didn't come over more often.
Seeing that Sana was with Tiger, Deen had a pretty good idea of what
would happen if she went home to his sexy mother. While he did not
know how Sana felt towards sex, he knew just how Tiger would react
once he got a whiff of his mother's dripping pussy. As Sana finished
Tiger's exercises, Deen rushed back home moments after the grocer
entered his house.

Sana and Manya did idle talk for a few minutes but neither of them was
interested in just chit chat. Manya was hoping Tiger would recover
quickly and pay attention to the smell of sex in the air, and Sana
kept going back to the visions of the beautiful whore getting fucked
by the grocer a few minutes ago, now dressed in the skimpiest of
clothes imaginable.

t did not take long for Tiger to recover, and his keen nose picked up
the arousal of two bitches in the room. More than that, he picked up a
delicious smell two feet from his nose on the floor where Manya had
just been fucked just a short while ago. He reached over and start
licking the ground to clean up any residual deposit and followed the
smell to its source.

Sana and Manya both stopped talking at this point and watched Tiger
with their utmost attention and Sana, to her credit dropped the leash
entirely. He quickly made his way towards Manya and licked her face,
getting more of that delicious smell. Manya moaned loudly as if she
were alone in the house, slipping from the couch and falling to her
knees. She stayed in that position as Tiger progressed southwards to
her tits, and each swipe of his rough tongue on her sensitive nipples
gave her a mini orgasm.

The more Tiger licked her melons, the more she became aware of the
fact that she was a bitch for him, nothing else. She didn't even
realize when she dropped her hands to the floor and shen Tiger shifted
his attention to her pussy. The first lick on her pussy sent Manya
into space. She screamed so loud it startled even Tiger but only for a
moment. Each swipe gave her an intense orgasm and she experienced one
massive orgasm after another as Tiger continued to lick her pussy
clean, attempting to get all the juicy and tasty nectar he could find.
Before long, his tongue probed inside her cunt and the horny bitch did
nothing to discourage the stud.

Sana and Deen both watched as if mesmerized at the sight before them.
Sana by now had pushed aside her panties and thrust her fingers in her
own pussy. She had never seen nor heard of anything like what she was
seeing right now, and it was simply out of this world! The sexiest
woman in the world - according to her - was getting fucked like a
bitch-in-heat by her own dog and she was masturbating to it like some
cheap slut! As she pushed her fingers in her cunt she saw at the sexy
slut looking back at her with a lust-filled look in her eyes. As if by
mental telepathy, she slid down towards Manya and herself got on her
hands and knees kissing her full on the lips.

The two kissed each other passionately for it seemed an eternity while
Tiger licked Manya's pussy. It was the first such experience for both
women as their tongues danced with each other lovingly. It seemed so
natural to them as they kissed only with their tongues, their hands on
the ground. Deen watched the scene with rapt attention as the two
women began a new chapter in their lives.

Manya bit down on Sana's lower lip as she felt something heavy fall on
her ass, and something very big enter her cunt.

"Oww!! Ohh Ma!!!" she shouted as Tiger jumped on her and entered her
cunt with one quick, precise thrust and started humping away like a
jackhammer.

"Oooh Aunty!! Tiger has entered you, he is mating with you like he
mates with a bitch!" said an excited Sana.

"It feels so amazing Sana! Oh God he is so big!" said an orgasmic
Manya between breaths.

"You haven't seen anything yet Aunty!" whispered Sana, showering
kisses on the older woman's face. "When he is ready to cum, his knot
will go inside you. I have seen it go inside the bitches, and it is
bigger than my fist" she held up her fist in the air in front of Manya.

"Oh God! I'll die!" shouted Manya as she came non stop as a result of
Tiger's thrusts. She did her best to meet his thrusts but it was a
futile effort. It was as if every square inch of her pussy was filled
with his cock and she could feel every pulsating vein on the cock. The
heat from his cock was almost too unbearable for Manya, who was by now
riding an orgasmic wave with one orgasm coinciding with another, one
orgasm triggering another.

After a couple of minutes of the most furious paced fuck of her life,
just when she felt she could not take it any more, Manya felt
something huge banging against her pussy lips. It was bigger than
anything she had ever felt and panicked.

"Relax Aunty, it is just his knot. Relax and take it in, it is how
dogs breed. So that their cum does not seep out and they make their
bitches pregnant" reassured Sana as she continued to encourage the
sexy mother.

The thought of being bred by this dog, producing puppies was just too
much for Manya who slumped at the same time his knot entered her cunt.
It filled her like nothing before as it filled her cunt like a
balloon, making sure she could not get separated from Tiger until it
deflated. Shortly after the knot entering her cunt Tiger began cumming
inside her, sending lava hot cum in her pussy, millions and millions
of sperms running into a womb seeking an egg that was not there to be
found. At the same time, Manya got a glimpse of Deen hiding behind the
curtain and that was too much for the cheating wife as she began
writhing on the floor, her pussy, clit and nipples on fire as she
experienced the orgasm of a lifetime being fucked by this horny dog.
It was as if her life was fulfilled. She saw her son watching her
being fucked by a dog, it was such a blissful experience, a feeling
like none other that could be compared.

As Tiger pumped more and more cum into her receptive cunt, Sana kept
whispering words of encouragement and love into her idol's ears.

"God Aunty, that was so sexy! You've never looked sexier or more
beautiful. I'd love to watch you do that again. Promise me you will
show me this again Aunty!" implored the young girl.

"I'll do that anytime you want me to, Sana" promised Manya.

The two continued kissing and talking for the next half an hour while
they waited for Tiger to deflate and his knot to retreat from Manya's
cunt. The moment of truth however came when Tiger pulled out and all
that cum poured out of Manya's well fucked pussy. Sana and Manya both
looked at each other, and with a wicked smile both began lapping up
the drippings. There was enough cum to go around for both women and
they licked it up like true bitches, to their hearts' content.

The floor now clean, they both looked at Tiger who was resting and
sleeping peacefully after a nice workout.

"Aunty. Can I ask you something?" said Sana.

"Sure, dear" replied Manya.

"How is it that you get fucked by so many men, and they still respect
you?" asked Sana.

"What do you mean Sana? Who fucks me?" asked a surprised and alarmed
Manya.

"Well I saw the grocer fuck you earlier today just before I came over"
said a blushing Sana.

"You naughty girl!" said Manya with a smile. "Well the truth is dear,
I don't tease mercilessly. If you tease and not put out, they will
hate you for it. But if you tease and then give in, they will love you
for that. Moreover, you need to maintain that air of mystery, that air
of sexiness as well. It's not just being sexy, it's knowing that you
are sexy and letting others know that you know you are sex. You know
what I mean?" asked Manya.

"No Aunty, sorry. That just confused me" replied Sana. "Can you teach
me?" asked Sana.

"Teach you? You want to be like me?" asked Manya.

"Oh I could never be like you Aunty! You are so much prettier, so much
more beautiful and so much more sexier than me. Sometimes I wish you
were my mother, and I would have inherited some of your good looks and
figure." said Sana.

Manya tuned out what Sana said after that as she felt a spasm in her
cunt upon listening to the last sentence... "...I wish you were my
mother...." were the words that kept ringing in her head as she began
fingering her cunt anew and her mind drifted back to when she was just
a teenager.

Today, her 17th birthday, was perhaps the worst day in Manya's life.
Her life before her 10th birthday was an unknown to her, she knew she
was adopted. Her father had brought her from the small but holy town
of Benaras and she had lived in this house ever since. But ever since
she could remember, she was highly charged up - sexually. She knew she
was also built differently than most other girls her age. Whereas
others had small breasts and thin waists, she had started growing
boobs at the age of 12, and had always been blessed with wide hips.

Add to that her beautiful looks and her thick lips and she was the
center of attention of all the males in the neighborhood, including
her "cousin" Dan. She had come to accept this family as her own and
thus had to fend off Dan's advances on a very regular basis even
though they made her feel good. There was talk at one time of the two
of them maybe getting married when they were older but Dan's mother
quickly put that rumor to bed, saying she had selected a far more
suitable girl for her son.

By the time she was 14, Manya had given in to her sexual desires in a
big way. She had already broken her hymen at the age of 13 and was now
quite used to shoving everything she could find in her pussy,
including hair brushes, cucumbers, candles and of course her own
fingers. She had a natural flair for teasing boys and men alike, and
even though half the neighborhood was fucking her on a regular basis,
none of them knew about the other and even more surprisingly none of
them told on her. As far as her parents were concerned, she was the
ideal child.

Manya's parents had put her on birth control from the day she entered
puberty, as if somehow suspecting that she would be that promiscuous.
What led them to that very accurate assessment of her, she did not
know. What she knew, was she was very happy and lucky to have parents
that she did and her life could not be any better. The only complain,
if any, was this highly developed sex drive that she had even at that
tender age. Always a very intelligent student she knew even at that
age, that her condition was called nymphomania.

But she would have choosen that nymphomania over the revelation she
was hit with today, on her 17th birthday. The truth about her birth,
about her past and about the destiny her father saved her from.

Her father Ramakanth was a bureaucrat who was at heart a very good
man. He was not always an honest man but he was widely known as a good
man. At the time of her 12th birthday he was stationed in Benaras, a
city widely known as a holy city for most Hindus in India. However it
was also known as the city equally famous for its brothels where
generations of prostitutes were born and raised. Ramakanth was on a
tour of the city when he came across young Maya on the streets,
begging for food. An investigation revealed that Maya was a result of
generations of breeding, destined to become a prostitute herself in a
few short years - at best by the age of 15.

The girl's innocent looks won both Ramakanth and Jayanthi (his wife)
who had no children of their own. But they also knew the horrible
truth about Maya, that you cannot turn off generations of instinct.
And in the case of Maya, a girl who had seen sex from the time she
could walk and run, her natural predisposition would have been towards
a life of sex and prostitution. They hoped that their love and
affection would perhaps curb that natural instinct and they were
successful to a point. The little girl had been a loving daughter,
ideal in all respects. They named her Manya, in keeping with their
South Indian traditions though the girl was clearly North Indian by
her looks and speech. By the time she reached puberty she forgot about
her life in Benaras and even though she knew she was adopted, she came
to accept Ramakanth and Jayanthi as her parents.

However Jayanthi noticed the girl's blossoming body, a testament to
generations of selective breeding, no doubt. She had met Manya's
mother and grandmother before they brought her over to their home town
and she knew that the older the girl became, she would become bustier
and more voluptious. Her mother and grandmother had both had babies
before their 17th birthdays, and even at that age, her grandmother was
fitter and sexier than most 25 year olds Jayanthi knew. It was out of
this concern that she had Manya put on birth control pills the day she
entered puberty.

What she did not count on, however, was Manya finding out about her
past so early, on her 17th birthday. Jayanthi and Ramakanth were in
the kitchen under the impression that their darling daughter was still
asleep. But in fact, she had just gotten back home after a night with
one of the neighborhood boys, and after a quick clean up had come
downstairs for a quick snack. Instead, she overheard her parents
talking about her and her future.

"Jaya, I think you are overreacting", said Ramakanth.

"No Rama, I am not. You still see your little girl in her, but I see
her what she could be. Don't forget, I actually met her mother and
grandmother back in Benaras", countered Jayanthi.

"My mother and grandmother? Mom never talked about them before. She
said my real parents had died!" thought Manya to herself.

"I know dear, but she is not her mother's daughter. She is your
daughter, my daughter. She will not turn out the same" reasoned Ramakanth.

"No she will not Rama. I see the way other men look at her, and I can
tell that her body is reacting to that attention. She has it in her
blood Rama, she will turn out the same way..." replied Jayanthi as she
was cut off by a very shocked and troubled Manya.

"What do you mean it is in my blood? What do you mean I won't turn out
the same?" asked Manya, startling her parents as she stood there,
hands forming fists, tears running down her cheeks. Her head spinning,
she felt her world crashing around her as she went off asking
questions one after another as they came to her head.

It was a long day in Ramakanth's house that day as both husband and
wife took turns telling Manya the story of her past. That too, after a
long and useless argument with Manya wher where they tried to convince
her she did not need to know the truth. But eventually they told her
everything. That they did not know who her father was, because she was
born purely as an intent to become a prostitute. That for generations,
the women in her family were born and raised with the intent of them
becoming prostitutes. That over generations, their bodies had adapted
to be in such a way. That her mother now felt, that her natural
instincts might take over, if not already taken over.

There was an intense struggle in the young girl's mind, with the
teachings of her parents and what her body was telling her were in
direct conflict with one another. Manya remembered the day clearly as
if it were yesterday . For some reason her mind had blocked out these
memories, but she could clearly recollect them now. She remembered how
the next few months were the most conflicting of her life. How she had
deliberately stopped taking the birth control pills her mother had
given her. She remembered now the effect of discontinuing the use of
the same pills, and the resulting pregnancy. Her sister Tanya was in
fact her own daughter, and she was in this very town!! She had a
daughter who was a result of her slutty ways and she had denied her
all these years! No more, she decided! She would seek her out, bring
her home and teach her everything she knew, and more.

She looked at Sana, and took her hand in hers. With an excited smile
she said "Sana, there is something I need to tell you..." And
proceeded to tell her everything. Deen stood behind the curtain
stunned, and rock hard at the same time. Her mother had always been a
whore! Sometime in her childhood she had a traumatic experience and
forgot all about it, but she had always been a slut, it was hardcoded
into her genetically. Not only that, he had a half-sister and his mom
was about to bring her in, and teach her to be a whore as well. Could
life get any better?

The young girl lay on the bed, mashing her boobs as if they were
grapes. For a girl of 18, she was very well built; was the envy of all
her classmates and most of her teachers. The fact that this was an all
girls college did not stop her from experiencing the joys of sex with
boys. In fact, she was well known in the campus as a girl who would
let just about anyone fuck her. This reputation was bolstered by the
knowledge that just a few months ago she had given birth to a healthy
bouncy baby girl, and she could not say with any degree of certainty
who the father was. The college authorities were sick of her
activities and were very keen to get rid of her somehow as they felt
she could influence the other girls in the college.

Tanya had always been a sexually hyperactive girl. Her parents had
died a couple of years ago in a car crash, and that to her was the
final signal that she could go all out in terms of exploring her
sexual horizons. Her older sister Manya was happily married but she
had not met her in years inspite of the fact they lived in the same
city. Her parents always compared the two sisters and wondered why
Tanya could not be more like Manya.

"My perfect sister Manya. Whatever!!" thought Tanya that morning as
she brought herself to another satisfying release while her daughter
Tara suckled her other tit. She loved attention to her tits, the more
they were abused the more she was pliable in anyone's hands. None of
the guys who fucked her had discovered this delightful truth about
her. She wasn't an agressor, but rather let the other person make the
first move. However she had such a high sex drive that she had yet to
be completely satisfied, inspite of once being gang fucked by 4
college students at once.

A little sound brought her back to her senses. It was the sound of
Tara, cooing. "You will not be held back, my lovely. I will make sure
you express yourself sexually in every way possible from an early age.
I will not let your education be stunted as my parents stunted mine"
she made a promise to her young daughter.

A loud knock on the door, and Tanya said "Yes? Who is it?" without
even bothering to cover herself up.

It was the matron of the hostel, asking Tanya to come with her to the
principal's office. She had a visitor. "Strange, I never get any
visitors", said Tanya to herself. Wearing a white transparent kurti (a
shirt that came only to the hips, usually made of a very thin
material) and a pair of her tightest jeans she followed the matron to
the principal's office. As she entered, she caught a sign of her
beautiful sister, sitting right across from the principal and dressed
immaculately as always.

"Hello Tanya" said the principal. She was glad that atleast someone
had come to take Tanya away from the college. The last few months had
been terrible for the elderly principal and she was keen for any
outlet she could have gotten from the shame that was Tanya. The girl
was good in her studies, but she defied authority and behaved in a
shameless manner befitting a harlot. She had tried for months to get
the girl's sister Manya to come and get her but without success. So
today when Manya called out of the blue and asked to take Tanya to her
house, as her legal guardian she was ecstatic and not willing to lose
the opportunity.

"Your sister Manya has come here to take you away", she said. With
that, she hurriedly left the room and left the two alone.

"Manya Didi (older sister), why have you come here?" demanded a
furious Tanya as she took a seat beside her older sister.

Manya looked at the beauty in front of her. She felt she was looking
into a mirror. Tanya had the same face, same complexion as her. Though
she still had to grow in a little bit, but Manya could tell her
daughter was going to be just as big a cock tease as she was. Her
boobs were a healthy D cup at the age of 18, standing proudly without
the support of any bra. She had a narrow waist (something Manya wanted
desperately) and wide hips. She even wore her jeans in the same way
Manya wore her petticoat, so low that any lower and they'd slide off
her hips.

"A beautiful girl, I will make her into an accomplished whore.
Together we will become what we are destined to be" she thought to
herself.

"Tanya, I'm not sure where to begin" started Manya before she was cut
off by Tanya.

"Then why did you come here?" came back Tanya with her retort.

"Just hear me out first, let me speak. Don't interrupt please, Tanya.
You can ask me anything you want once I'm done. Is that fine?" asked a
desperate Manya. Seeing a furious nod, she took a deep breath, and
began slowly to fill in all the gaps that she had uncovered just a
couple of hours earlier.

She told Tanya the same story that she told Sana (though it was for
the benefit of her son) about 30 minutes ago. Deen, for his part, was
excited beyond belief, shocked to the point of passing out. His mother
was a prostitute from the brothels of Benaras!! That explained her
slutty behaviour, her teasing ways, her addiction to sex. And the fact
he had a half-sister, who was likely just as sexy and as much of a
whore as his mom? That just meant he would get to see more sex than
most people twice his age! And how would Binu react to all this? He
wondered.

Back in the now, Tanya listened to Manya unbelievingly. Her story
seemed implausible, but there were hints that it was true all along.
Their "mother" Jayanthi was flat as a board when it came to the boobs
department but both were blessed with huge breasts. Tanya looked like
a carbon copy of Manya, and had nothing in common with either of her
"parents". Where they were dark as day, she was light skinned like her
older sister. They both had those huge, thick bee stung lips to go
with their perpetual pout. Their long eyelashes, the half-droopy eyes
ever-inviting for sex. She could tell Manya had an air of sexiness
around her that few women she had seen did. She was definitely more
like Manya than her "parents". So was Manya correct? Was Manya truly
her mother? Was she truly destined to be a prostitute? A creature of sex?

The two women talked for close to two hours as they shared their lives
with each other. Both brought each other up to date with what was
going on in their lives. It was surprising how quickly Tanya came to
accept the reality once she looked past her initial hesitation. Her
anger for her "sister" melted away and it seemed as if the two had
always been the best of friends. Manya told Tanya about Deen and Binu,
how each of them were important in her life and how Deen was now
shaping her future. She told the younger girl about each of the men in
her life, how each of them were instrumental in changing her life in
the last few weeks.

Tanya in turn told Manya all about her sexual exploits, her adventures
with the scores of partners in the last few years. She even told her
about Tara, her pride and joy, the apple of her eye. It was only when
they heard the knock on the door did the two realize where they
actually were. Brought to their senses, the two straightened up as the
principal entered her office once again and sat behind her desk.

"So Mrs M., are you sure you want to take your sister with you to your
house?" she asked hopefully.

"Yes Principal Krishnamoorthy", she replied. "I have convinced my
sister she wants to go and live with me from now on. How quickly can
we leave?"

The principal was as if waiting for that news and she couldn't get the
paperwork taken care of fast enough. What would normally take days
took only a short hour as everyone in the college administration
chipped in to ensure a hasty exit for the adulterous teen. The clothes
were thrown into the suitcases, paperwork was signed even quicker and
before long, the two women found themselves in a taxi headed to
Manya's home.

"Call me Didi or Di (short for Didi)" said Manya. "I don't want people
to know that I'm your mother, after all" whispered Manya to her
daughter. She held Tara in her arms, watching the young girl sleep
contently.

"She is beautiful Tanya" said Manya.

"Thank you Di", replied Tanya. "Tell me Di, if we are the result of
generations of breeding, and if we are supposed to breed others like
us then how come you ended up giving birth to Deen and Binu?" asked
the curious teenager.

"I don't really know Tanya. Though I have a hunch, and one I might not
be unwilling to prove right" she said with a wicked smile.

"What do you mean" asked Tanya.

"Whores aren't supposed to marry, are they?" asked Manya.

"No, not really" replied Tanya.

"Deen and Binu are a result of my marriage, hence they are boys. You
are the result of my whoring ways, therefore a girl. Same goes for
Tara. Now if I were to prove this theory that would mean I would have
to get pregnant again, with no knowledge of who the father is" she
smiled at Tanya.

Tanya settled into the house just fine. She decided to be a little
different from her "sister" in the way she acted around people. Where
Manya was calm, confident and fully aware of her effect on others,
Tanya acted as if naive, gullible and totally oblivious of her effect
on others. The two had talked about it and decided it was a nice
approach to take for Tanya, seeing as how no one knew her this would
provide an opportunity for her to get the maximum fucking possible.

If there were any doubt as to the validity of this assumption, they
were all cleared away the first time Tanya decided to breastfeed Tara
in public. Instead of hiding her bosom with her saree, she first undid
her blouse (which was the same style as Manya's saree) then fed one
milk filled melon to her hungry daughter. After a while, she would
shift Tara to the other boob. All this while she would continue acting
and talking as if nothing out of the ordinary was going on. Within 2
days of her arrival to the neighborhood, she became a regular
companion to all the neighborhood men and boys alike.

Her biggest fan though was Binu. He only need a slight encouragement
from Manya to start hugging and molesting Tanya in a similar manner.
That she was lactating though made her all the more appealing to the
young teenager. The first time Tanya fed Tara in front of him, Manya
suggested that since Binu was so eager to find out how the milk would
taste, he should sample some. He didn't need a second invitation and
dove in with great enthusiasm. It was like an addiction for Binu,
drinking milk from Tanya's heavy breasts. In time, Manya began to
wonder how it would feel to have Binu drinking milk from her own.

She had timed this perfectly. Her husband had left barely three weeks
ago, and today was going to be her most fertile time of the month. She
had stopped using any kind of contraceptives, and judging by her extra
horny state of mind, she knew she would definitely get pregnant if she
got fucked today. With that thought, she lifted Binu's head off her
melons and rose from the bed. She could feel his sperm on her thighs,
where he came again last night. It had become a nightly routine, with
Binu cumming on her thighs or her belly atleast twice, while he sucked
both his, and Tanya's boobs. She had started to share their nightly
bed and provided Binu with the milk he was so fascinated with.

She looked lovingly at her son and daughter both sleeping naked next
to each other. She was very proud of Tanya, the way she had embraced
her sexuality. She knew something about psychology that Tanya did not,
and was eagerly waiting for the day her theory would prove right.
Tanya openly acted like a very naive and gullible girl, and was
getting fucked by a minimum of five different people every day. She
also acted in the same fashion in front of Deen and Binu. Manya knew
it was only a matter of time before acting that way would cease to
become an act and end up becoming her nature. She knew that one day,
she would actually become a dumb bimbo, who could easily be duped into
having sex by a conversation she overheard only last night

Salman: "Tanya, let me fuck you!"

Tanya: "No Salman, I'm not that kind of a girl!"

Salman: "I heard you can take a cock inside your pussy, all the way in?"

Tanya: "Of course, very easily."

Salman: "I don't believe it. You're lying!"

Tanya: "I'm not lying, I am telling the truth"

Salman: "Prove it."

Tanya: "Ok, let's go."

And that's all it took for Salman to fuck her daughter the previous
evening. Manya wondered how long it would take before Tanya's
personality would be altered. With such thoughts in her mind, she
contemplated what clothes to wear for this auspicious day. White would
be the most transparent, she felt. Picking up a white saree and the
matching white blouse she went to the living room where Deen was
watching her activities from behind a curtain. Naked, she went to the
front door and opened it as she gave the milkman his usual daily
thrill. She squatted down as she picked up the milk bottles,
maintaining eye contact with the milkman and Saleem (the
paper-delivery man) the entire time. Rising, she went to the kitchen
where she set down the bottles and reappeared at the doorway a moment
later. Dropping to her knees, she presented her rear to the two virile
young men. It was her goal today, to be fucked by everyone in the
neighborhood who had fucked her over the last few days, so she had a
lot of fucking in store for her today.

 

next

Deen sat back on his bed, jacking off furiously to his mother's face
as he reflected on the day's activities. He saw his mother start off
her day by getting fucked by the milkman and the paper-delivery man.
Both men fucked her like a bitch, and came inside her twice each. Just
as she was getting ready to get up, the janitor came up and fucked her
twice more. With her cunt gushing cum readily, she wrapped her saree
around her and went for a walk, where first Salman's father then both
Sam and Salman fucked her. All three men came twice inside her. The
climax of the morning came when Salman's dog mounted his favorite
bitch in front of both Sam and Salman. When she got home, she was
fucked two times by the man who started it all, the grocer. Once Binu
left for school (Deen ran back home right away) she was visited by Sam
and Salman who took turns fucking her once again. They left shortly
after that with Tanya, but that did not mean Manya was left alone. She
went looking for cock at this point and found the apartment building
guard, the mailman, Abdul and finally Sam's father all of whom were
more than eager to donate two loads of cum into her hyper fertile cunt.

Of course, none of this had surprised Deen. He was used to seeing his
slutty mother in this pose by now. It was what she suggested to Sam's
father that shocked him beyond belief.

"You know, I think I got a lot of cocks hard that day at Holi" said Manya.

"Mrs M. I have not stopped thinking of that day ever since", replied
Vikas.

"I think I owe them all a round or two at me, don't I?" asked a
teasing Manya.

The conversation went according to script after that, as far as Manya
as concerned. She went home (to a waiting Prem) safe in the knowledge
that lots of the neighborhood men would be waiting for her at night on
the roof top. Deen then saw his mother being gang fucked by 9
different men, and 8 different boys in the span of 3 hours from 8 to
11 pm. His sexy mother had taken over 60 loads during the course of
the day and he thought that she finally had enough. But was moaning
and writhing on the floor of the roof as all the men left, obviously
glowing the aftermath of a continuous wave of multiple orgasms. Deen
watched with amazement as she continued to mash her boobs with one
hand while masturbating herself with the other. Deen just shook his
head in amazement as he realized his mother could go on for hours more
if the cocks had any more strength left in them.

Deen thought the night was surely over for his mother, but that is
when his wondrous mother surprised him yet again. She slowly got up,
plugged her gushing cunt with her saree and made her way sexily and
slowly towards Deen's hiding place. Deen knew he could not escape, he
was nowhere near the exit. She reached him and finally faced him
regarding her adultery for the first time.

"Deen. Come out sweetheart" she said softly.

She repeated herself only once before Deen made his way out. She then
led him by the hand to the center of the roof, where she dropped to
her knees and presented her glorious ass to her son. With pleading
eyes she begged him to fuck her, without saying a single word. Deen
saw such sadness in her eyes, he could not refuse her. He finally
understood what she needed. All her sexual satisfaction was incomplete
without sexual attention from both sons. He had no doubt in her mind
that she was going to fuck Binu later that night. He felt honored that
she allowed him to be the first of her sons to go into that heavenly
hole of hers.

Slowly, he undid his pants and felt them fall around his ankles.
Stepping out of them, he took one step towards his mother and her
luscious cushiony ass.

f there was one person in the world who knew how to fuck Manya, it was
Deen. Even though Deen had never fucked her, or any other woman for
that matter, he knew perfectly well what his mother needed. Gone was
the woman who loved romantic lovemaking. She was replaced by a
perpetual bitch in heat. Gone was the woman who liked to have her body
worshipped when being made love to. She was replaced by a whore who
liked to be fucked hard and fast, treated like a ragdoll. Getting
bolder by the second, he steadied his nerves as his hands neared his
mother's ass.

The first touch was electric. It caused Manya to shiver with ecstasy,
shiver with delight and trigger a new wave of orgasms. It also forged
yet another connection between mother and son. It was perhaps an
epiphany that went off in Deen's mind, perhaps it was the touch that
gave him the courage to say what he said next.

"Mom" he whispered gently.

"Yes Deen" moaned Manya in response.

"Promise me", he said.

"Promise you what, baby?" came the reply.

"Promise me everything mom. Deny me nothing" answered Deen. "Not
tonight, not tomorrow, not ever" said a now forceful and confident Deen.

"What?" answered a surprised Manya as she turned her head around.

With one hand, he held her face, and turned it forward. He repeated
himself, only a little loud this time "Promise me everything. Deny me
nothing. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever" he said.

Realizing the implication of the promise, even in her highly sexed
state she replied "You know what I need?"

"Only I know what you need mom. Promise me" asked Deen a third time.

"I promise you, everything Deen. I am yours, yours first and yours
alone. I promise" she said as she felt Deen enter her hard and fast.
Inspite of all the cum floating inside her she felt the heat from her
son's cock as it pistoned in and out of her overheated cunt. She
stuffed her mouth with her saree as she screamed in ecstasy with each
thrust starting another orgasm in her. Even through the saree, her
muffled screams were loud and only served to spur Deen on further. He
was well used to cumming 4 or 5 times in the span of minutes when he
jerked off to her pictures and adventures, and could certainly cum
that many times now if needed.

Manya was reaching new levels of ecstasy, levels she had not yet
experienced and was unlikely to experience again. His hands reached
her melon-sized udders and crushed them, causing Manya to scream like
a banshee into her saree and increasing the intensity of her thrusts
back at Deen even further. The harder he crushed her boobs, the harder
her thrusts and more intense the wave of orgasms she was riding. Her
pleasure reached a peak when he reached further down and pulled sharly
on her nipples. The pain from the pull was so exquisite she started
gushing juices like a fountain, her cunt clenched around Deen's cock
making every effort to extract every last juice out of it. Deen
obliged, and unloaded a massive load of cum into her already
overflooded womb. He came for a minute but did not slow down his
thrusts nor did he go soft. In fact if anything he got even harder
than before and continued to fuck his well fucked mother and ended up
cumming 5 times in his mother in a span of 30 minutes.

Finally, he just could get hard anymore. As he thought about
withdrawing from her pussy, he had a decidely wicked thought, one that
would show his mother once again what she was, and what she would do.
Holding her in place with her boobs (and still mauling them), he let
himself go and emptied his bladder inside his mother, splashing her
walls with his hot burning pee. The heat and the act surprised even
Manya, and she could only moan in delight as her son led her to a new
depth in her depravity.

With an audible pop he finally withdrew from her pussy, causing a
flood of cum to flow from her pussy. He put her saree right below her
cunt, soaking it with all the juices it had to offer. As he helped her
get up, he kept the saree in place, not willing to let even a single
drop go waste. Getting another idea, he stuffed her cunt with her
petticoat and blouse hoping to plug it shut with the clothing, and
asked her to wear just the saree and come home with him. On the way
home, he kept telling her how beautiful she looked as she was fucked
by all the men, how fitting it was that everyone use her over and over
again. And for her part, she felt validated and for once, somewhat
satisfied sexually.

Outside the front door just before they got in, Deen whispered to his
mother.

"Mom, empty all those juices in your milk bottle so you and Tanya didi
can drink them again tomorrow. Then, I want you to fuck Binu tonight.
It is not fair to him. He has enjoyed your body for far longer."

With a smile, Manya understood and nodded. She went to the fridge and
took out her milk bottle. Squatting above it, she removed her blouse
and petticoat and felt all the juices emptying into it. She pressed
her tummy to ensure all the cum inside her was gone, and she felt
light once more. Looking up at Deen for approval she saw his smiling
face. He leaned close to her and said "Go fuck Binu now, and we will
talk more tomorrow. I'll be watching. Go, my nasty slut-mommy" and
with that he went to hide behind the curtain.

Rising lazily, the naked mother swayed her way into her bedroom. Each
step she took was enough to harden a dead man's cock. It was as if
every movement of her graceful body was capable of seduction. She had
crossed two barriers today and was about to cross a third, perhaps the
final barrier she had to cross. It was Binu who had started her on
this path to self-discovery with his hugging and kissing, and his
molestation of her navel, his cock pressed against her ass. And it
seemed to her she was coming a full circle in that regard. Silently
entering her bedroom, she rested her eyes upon the beautiful sight of
her son and daughter lying in naked embrace. His head was on her boobs
while his hands encircled her torso. His leg was resting on her thigh,
his cock barely an inch from her cunt.

Manya approached her daughter first and gently shook her awake,
gesturing to her to keep quiet and watch what happened next. Then she
woke up Binu from his restful sleep.

"What happened mom?" asked a confused Binu.

"Nothing baby, I just wanted to show you something" replied Manya.

"What is it, Mom?" asked Binu.

"Well you know how your cock" gently touching his cock in a sexual
manner for the first time "shoots that white stuff that mommy loves so
much?" asked Manya.

"Uhhh yes" said an embarassed Binu.

"Well the doctor said that mommy needs a lot more of that stuff baby"
said Manya.

"What do you mean mommy?" asked Binu.

"He says that in addition to being rubbed into the skin, it needs to
be absorbed by mommy's holes, baby" said Manya.

Binu wasn't as innocent as Manya was acting it out to be and they both
knew it. Binu figured out instantly what his mother was talking about,
but decided to play it out a little more.

"Oh, so what can I do mommy?" asked Binu.

Getting on her hands and knees, Manya positioned herself so that Binu
was now facing her ass.

"The doctor says that this is the best and only position where the
white stuff can be absorbed effectively in mommy. Now Tanya Aunty will
guide you, but put your cock inside mommy now" said a horny Manya.

A half-minute later, Binu's steel hard cock was inside Manya's hot
cunt, and he began pumping away for all he was worth. Manya was in
heaven as she was being fucked by her younger son, while he was coaxed
and coached by her daughter and they were being watched by her older
son. For her it was the ultimate family bonding as she thrust back
meeting Binu's every thrust. She wanted Binu to know she did not want
to be made love to, she wanted to be fucked and she encouraged him to
fuck her harder, to grab her tits, to squeeze them and crush them in
his hands. Binu was only too happy to comply, realizing he now had
free reign over each part of his mother's body and he could enjoy her
to his heart's content whenever and wherever he wanted. He had long
known about his mother's slutty nature and even talked to Deen about
it. Deen had told him to be patient, and told him that eventually he
would be able to fuck their mother anytime as many times as he wanted,
as long as he did exactly as Deen said. He was going to thank his
brother properly in the morning, but for the meantime, he merely
looked in the general direction where his brother was watching from
behind the curtain and mouthed a "thank you brother" to him.

Three loads and 20 minutes later, a very exhausted Binu rolled off
Manya and fell asleep instantly. Manya who had never been fucked so
much in one day was literally seeing stars from the blinding orgasms
she just experienced at the hands and cock of her younger son. She
continued to finger her pussy even after she heard the light breathing
of both her son and daughter, who had cum three times herself watching
the hot show. Hearing a movement near her she opened her eyes just in
time to see Deen's hard cock cumming all over her face, covering it
with his hot cum.

"Let it be" he whispered and he went to bed a very happy boy.

After getting her morning charge by getting fucked by the milkman and
the paper-delivery boy, Manya sipped her cum-filled tea seated across
the table from Deen. Deen had obliged to put the icing on the tea by
masturbating in it and then watching her drink it. Of course Manya was
naked, and she sat with her legs wide open giving Deen a clear
unobstructed view of her shaved pussy. Sitting across from his mother,
Deen sipped his morning milk wondering how he could establish more
control over her as time went on. His mother brought about a
controlling nature in him that he had only lately been aware of, and
he wanted to explore it further. He knew he would always love her, and
he could never beat her or whip her. But he could and would always
control her. He had already begun to exert a level of control over her
through his diary but now it would be more direct and more obvious.
And if he was careful he would have not only his mother, but also
Tanya, and perhaps Sana as well.

"Mom" he spoke finally, breaking the silence between them.

"Yes baby?" asked Manya sweetly.

"I don't think you should wear clothes in the house anymore", he said.

"Why, Deen? What if someone comes over?" asked Manya.

"Like who, mom?" came back Deen with his reply.

"Well you know, someone who I don't ...." she struggled to finish the
sentence.

"Someone who you don't fuck?" asked Deen with a smile.

Blushing, Manya nodded her answer.

"Well then my sweet mom, they will know that you want them to fuck
you. Simple" said Deen.

"Very well sweetie. As you wish" came back Manya's reply. One last sip
and she had finished her tea. As she got up, Deen said,

"One more thing mom..."

Sitting back down, she asked "What is it, Deen?"

"Since you will not be wearing any clothes, doesn't it make sense that
Tanya aunty also does not wear any clothes?" he asked mischievously.

With a smile, she replied "Yes baby it does make sense. But you will
have to ask Tanya aunty that question, not me. Not that you will have
any trouble convincing her to be naked, would you?"

Shaking his head, he got up and motioned for his mom to kneel down.
With a surprised look on her face, she did as he asked her to. He
unzipped his fly and took out his cock. Thinking he wanted a blowjob,
Manya smiled and reached to give him just that when he stopped her.

"Stick out your tongue mom" he said.

She stuck out her tongue, and he placed his cock on it. The touch was
electric for both, each felt as if a hot burning ember had just
touched them. Then without warning, Deen emptied his bladder into his
mom's mouth for the first time. Manya squealed in delight as she felt
the hot burning liquid hit the back of her throat as it made its way
down into her belly. Immediately she knew she had a taste for the
nasty liquid and greedily gulped it all down. When she was done, she
had a crazed look in her eyes, a look Deen knew all too well. Drinking
pee was an aphrodisiac for his mother!

"Binu" said Deen with a smile, and his mother nodded and went off to
wake up Binu with a morning fuck. Walking towards her bedroom, she
kept one hand constantly on her pussy playing with it gently, keeping
it constantly wet and flowing. Reaching her bedroom she waited for
Deen to take his usual position behind the curtain before she went to
wake Binu up.

"Binu, sweetheart. Wake up darling" she spoke, loud enough to wake
both her children up. Tanya woke up first, smiled at her mother and
went to take care of Tara's feeding. Binu woke up, groggy-eyed, not
sure why he was woken up so early on a weekend.

"Mommy needs her medicine Binu" Manya said as she got into "the
position". Binu's cock went from flaccid to fully erect in a second as
he saw his mother assume the bitch position fully naked. He
immediately sprang into action and grabbed his mother's hips with both
hands. She didn't know what she liked better, his attention on her
ass, or his attention on her boobs. One made her horny while the other
turned her into the ultimate submissive horny bitch. Right now she
didn't care which he paid attention to as long as he reamed her aching
cunt with his huge strong cock. She was amazed at how big the boys'
cocks were even at this young age, and they were each easily going to
be twice the size in length and thickness when compared to their
father. She screamed out in undisguised lust as she felt Binu slam
home in one thrust, hitting her cervix as he did so.

Tanya's thoughts:

God it is amazing that didi has finally started fucking Binu (I still
cannot come to think of her as my mother, even though I know she is.)
Maybe she will let him fuck me too? I'll have to ask her. He has such
a big cock, the biggest I've seen to date. Oh Tara, that feels so good
sweetie, I hope you never tire of sucking mommy's milk. I've gotten so
used to it, it makes me so horny when you suck it, when Binu sucks it,
when anyone sucks it, in fact. I had heard that breastfeeding makes
the boobs sag, but it seems like mine have just firmed up even more.
More than that it seems that I'm producing more and more milk every
day, more than before.

Tanya's days at Manya's house had been heavenly so far. Their decision
for Tanya to act like a completely naive and guillble yet perpetually
horny bimbo was brilliant, she felt. She did not regret that decision,
and it was perhaps due to that decision that she was fucked more often
than Manya on a daily basis. She had been fucked by more men than she
could remember, and each fucking was just as delicious and
mind-blowing as the first. It was more than that though, she felt the
orgasms were slowly getting more and more intense, but she couldn't
quite confirm that.

Along the way, she had picked up Manya's delicious habing of
constantly fingering her pussy when alone, and mashing her tits with
the other hand when possible. Knowing how many times she fucked daily,
she felt it was the best course of action since it kept her ready to
be fucked at all times.

She watched as Binu grabbed his mother's meaty ass with both hands and
twisted the flesh as hard as he could. It left red marks on Manya's
white ass cheeks as he continued to ravage her cunt with great vigor.
Her boobs were thrashing wildly below, no doubt making Manya even
hornier than before. Tanya knew this from experience that her own
boobs when they thrashed this wildly somehow made her more horny that
she was if they did not. Manya's nipples were thick and big as her
little finger, aching to be milked, to be suckled, to be pinched,
pulled. This was the second time she saw Manya being fucked and Tanya
noticed how graceful she looked even when being fucked like a cheap
bitch. She knew she herself looked like a common street whore when
being fucked, and assumed all women looked like that. But not Manya.
Manya maintained her class and her grace while being fucked. She
wished it was something she could learn from the older woman.

Shortly after Binu left to play with his friends and Tanya left with
Sam and Salman to "check something out", Deen sat Manya down and
decided to have a conversation with her. It was a rather simple matter
to convince Tanya to be naked at home just like his mother. He now
wanted to take things to the next level. He sat down and watched with
amazement the sexual creature in front of him. Her heaving tits,
shining with sweat from the sexual activity from before. Her lips in a
pout, so suckable, looked as if they were made for sucking a cock. Her
expansive waist seemed to be getting thinner somehow. Her one hand was
on her pussy, playing with it continuously. Her clit was hard as it
peaked out from under its hood, her puffy pussy lips were begging to
be fucked and fucked hard. He saw as she routinely took some cum from
her pussy and fed it with her fingers to her mouth. She was certainly
making an effort to get herself addicted to cum.

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

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

"Mm hmm" she moaned back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No no!! Not at all" he rushed his response. He saw relief come over
Manya's face as she resumed her finger fucking. "All I meant, is as
long as I think of you as my mother, I will continue to hold back, and
not treat you like I want to treat you. Like you should be treated.
For that, I need to start thinking of you as Manya, a whore. I need to
start addressing you as Manya, or as slut, whore, bitch. Only then,
can I truly help you become the whore you want to become. Now do you
understand?" he asked her again.

Manya thought about what Deen said for a few moments but continued to
finger fuck herself. She wondered how she fould feel if Deen called
her a slut, a bitch and she found the thought made her hotter, made
her feel more alive and more loved than if he called her mom. Deciding
it was a necessary step in her development, it seemed only natural
that Deen become her pimp and he treat her like his property, like his
slut. Feeling the last vestage of her old life slipping away, she gave
her consent to her son and agreed to be just a whore from now on, no
longer a mother to him.

Pleased with how that turned out, Deen smiled. Moving on to the next
step in his plan, he asked Manya for 3000 rupees which she gladly gave
him. Glancing at the clock, he saw it was almost time for the bhangi
(janitor) to come by the house for his daily fuck. He decided to leave
his slut in a very horny state, and said

"Open your mouth, slut" as he unzipped his pants.

She complied and opened her mouth. "Tongue out" he said. She complied
again.

Taking his thick cock out, he rested it on her tongue and let loose a
stream, emptying his bladder into her mouth. He felt a great relief as
he just stood there, getting hard watching his mom drinking his pee as
it hit the back of her throat and emptied into her stomach. He could
visibly see her getting hornier by the second, it was as if she her
degree of arousal was doubling by the second. She was ready to pounce
on him by the time he was done, and the only reason she didn't was
because she liked men who took initiative. But that didn't mean she
wouldn't entice them in every possible way. She squeezed her tits
mercilessly, fingered her cunt furiously and opened her mouth in a
pout as if wanting to suck that thick cock in front of her. She was
disappointed when Deen put it away.

He left through the back door and strolled over to his destination -
the dog pound. He had been speaking with the owner Vikas about buying
some dogs from him though he did not tell him the real reason for
them. After a quick run Deen reached the shop and met Vikas. Vikas
knew Deen's requirement and led him immediately to the first dog in
question. His name was Rascal, and he was a huge mutt. Probably a
mixture of Great Dane and German Shepherd, Rascal was actually very
fond of Deen and surprisingly enough listened only to Deen. Deen had
been visiting the pound for years since he had a fondness for dogs and
he understood and knew about them a great deal. There was one other
reason why Deen wanted Rascal and that was because Rascal was a
natural alpha dog. He would keep other dogs in check and train them,
and yet be controlled by Deen. He weighed about 110 pounds and was
very strong and only about 15 months old so he would still live a long
time. The other two dogs were Satan and Devil, two mean looking german
shepards who were also excellent guard dogs. They also loved Deen and
he knew he would have no trouble restraining them. After all, he had
helped Vikas train the dogs himself.

This purchase cost him only 1,000 rupees. The reason the dogs were
cheap was since they were castaways and no one wanted them. However
his last purchase cost him 2,000 rupees and Vikas couldn't figure out
why Deen would want it. It was urine from all the bitches in heat that
Vikas had. Deen had struck a deal with Vikas that he would buy that
urine from him every month for 2,000 rupees for 5 bottles. Till date
Vikas had not asked Deen the reason for this but today insisted on
finding out. He did not want Deen to be breeding dogs illegally
especially when there was such a big problem with stray dogs anyway.
So when he made it a make-or-break kind of a deal, Deen had to relent.

Deen knew how Vikas lusted after his mother. He had seen Manya in
various stages of undress several times and always noted his erection
by the way he would shift around uncomfortably around her. Taking a
deep breath, he said

"I'm going to take a spray bottle and spray this urine inside my
mother's choot (cunt) every day twice a day."

Vikas's cock sprang to a full erection in less than a second upon
hearing that. His eyes glazed over as he pictured Manya with that
urine sprayed inside her. He knew fully well what would happen if Deen
did in fact manage to do that. The three dogs he had purchased would
be upon her in an instant and would b fucking her non stop for atleast
an hour if not more. He was indeed quite a kinky man and he had jacked
off countless times imagining that very scene but never had the
courage to say it to Deen.

"You're kidding!" he whispered out.

"Not at all. Maybe I will let you watch one day Vikas. Would you like
that?" Deen asked with a smile. He was aware of the new found
confidence he had now knowing he had the backing of the sexiest woman
in town.

Vikas couldn't reply, as he was clearly in shock. He just nodded
numbly as he grabbed his cock through his trousers.

"Knowing why I am taking the urine then, do you still think I should
pay for it?" Deen asked.

Vikas shook his head, and handed the money back to Deen quickly.

"So how much are you willing to pay to watch her getting fucked by the
dogs Vikas?" Deen asked.

The question brought Vikas back to reality as he understood the ipact
of the question. His mind was racing with the possibilities, he knew
dozens of men like him who would want to see a woman being fucked by a
dog. And a sexy woman like Manya? People would pay lots of money for
that. Deen knew exactly what Vikas was thinking and he cut him off
with an offer.

"I'll let you know when, Vikas. Basic entry fee will be 1,000 rupees a
person. On top of that, it will be 100 rupees a dog. There are over 20
dogs in your kennel, that comes to 2,000 rupees. 3,000 in total. I
will get 80% of the fees of course since I'll be providing the bitch.
We can make this a monthly event. What do you say?" asked Deen.

Vikas and Deen continue to negotiate over the price and the details
but Deen knew he was in a position of strength. People would have paid
twice that amount to watch a woman like Manya for this event, but he
wanted lots of repeat business. He wanted his entire neighborhood to
come watch the innaugural event where she would be fucked by atleast
20 dogs for what would definitely be the majority of the day. He could
easily get 25 men from the neighborhood ready for this, plus the
people Vikas would round up. Suddenly his financial future looked
extremely bright!

Meanwhile back at home Manya was going crazy with lust. She couldn't
believe drinking pee would have such a strong effect on her but seeing
how she was going insane she had no choice but to believe it. She
couldn't wait for the doorbell to ring and positioned herself right
behind the door in the bitch position and continued to fuck her cunt
as hard as she could. The second the doorbell rang, she turned around
to open it and turned back again, not bothering to look who it was.

The janitor Gopal, who was already hard as a rock licked his lips as
he saw the wench in front of him begging him to fuck her. It took him
precisely 10 seconds to undo his pants and grab the whore's hips. He
didn't so much grab them as he slapped them and then squeezed them
like a beer can all at the same time, sending a pleasurable pain up
and down her body. He was the only one of all the men (other than
Deen) who fucked her to realize her penchant for boob play and he
reached over and grabbed them just as roughly and squeezed them twice
as hard. Her mind just went numb at that point and she became a vessel
of lust. All she knew in that moment was that she was a cum receptacle
and an outlet for all cocks to deposit their seed into. Like a
sex-crazed animal she began to hump her ass backwards trying to find
the cock she knew was there, but could not see.
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I think I will Fiish it here as not much response

 

Man oh man

I have never jerked off so much in my life . Thank you for a great story i'll be rereading this often.

 

Superb...

You took off very well from where it was left. The theme - her rapid descent into sluttiness with the full voyeuristic indulgence of Deen is absolutely bang on target. Manya can never have enough and fucking comes to her like a fish takes to water. Buddy, I'm thrilled that you caught on. Please continue....Waay to go !

 

More needed! Just keep going.

 

kepp them coming..

 

Nice Story!!

:rose::rose::rose: LOVELY STORY!! KEEP IT UP!! THANX FOR THE POST!!:rose::rose::-D

 

wow

shaka la ka boom boom

 

Gopal lunged forward and entered the whore's cunt in one fast thrust. Screaming in delightful pain, she began her thrusts and matched him stroke for stroke. His cock was big and thick, and hot as an iron, but not hotter than her own cunt. Hitting her cervix with every thrust, Gopal called her the filthiest names he could think of and she kept encouraging him to call her nastier names still. She felt in heaven as the hot searing cock hit her cervix yet again. The jab coupled with the mauling of her udder like boobs was causing her to see stars. The pressure was intense as she felt herself being washed in this wave of pleasure towards an endless storm of orgasms.

Life sure got interesting for Manya after that morning. She never wore clothes in the house anymore. Later that evening Deen brought over three dogs in the house. One look at her and the dogs' cocks were hard. After that day life was a never-ending fuck fest for the sexy mother. She got more and more deeper into her role as Deen's whore and never even noticed how Binu was giving more of his attention now to Sana and Tanya than her. She never noticed, but she was never lacking in being fucked into ecstasy. Between the dogs, Sam, Salim, Salim's father, the bhangi, the grocer, the milkman, the paper-delivery boy she got daily doses of hard cocks. Then there were others too, others in the neighborhood. All along she did as Deen asked her to, as he told her to.

Deen was watching the progress in his whore's personality with much interest. He had noticed how she had stopped thinking of herself as a mother and came to think of herself as his whore, as his bitch. She still oozed all the sexuality in the world, but now there was a purpose to her actions, her movements. And that purpose was to invite men to ravage her. No more romantic fucks for her, no more sensual slow fucks for her. Only hard and fast fucks. The harder the fuck, the harder she came.

A few months after that day Deen was beginning to grow tired of her. Not that she wasn't the same old erection inspiring whore he had always imagined her to be, but his object of attention was Sana now. And he knew it was not fair on Manya.

One day, after she drained the dogs of their cum she was just watching some porn on tv when Deen came up to her and asked her to get ready. They were going out for some work. It had been two months since she had left the house, and she realized she did not miss it at all. Obediently she went to her room and proceeded to pick out her clothes. Finding everything in a mess, she came back outside and asked Deen about it.

Manya: Deen?

Deen: What is it, bitch?

Manya: (Hand fingering her pussy) I can't seem to find clothes anywhere. I can't find any sarees, no blouses, no petticoats.

Deen: What are you talking about? What about those shawls I had made for you?

Manya: What shawls?

Deen walked over to her wardrobe and pointed to a dozens pieces of cloth sitting there. He had talked to Abdul and asked him to make pieces in a shawl's size from all her transparent sarees. Once that was done he threw away all her clothes.

Deen: These. Now wear one and let's go.

Nodding dumbly she took out a light blue colored sheer saree draped it around herself. She managed only to cover her ass and her boobs, but only barely. The material was so sheer to begin with it hid nothing and left nothing to imagination.

Without a word but with an appraising look, Deen led her out of the house. As soon as they left the housing complex, she saw the eyes of people everywhere on her. This was undisguised lust, a look that would send most women into fear and shock but not this horny mother. It only made her wetter. She could not understand though why all the dogs were barking insanely in her direction.

Deen smiled seeing the dogs' reaction to Manya. He had been lacing the insides of her cunt every day now with the urine of a bitch in heat, and that scent was attracting those dogs now. The dogs in the house fucked her so much, she didn't connect the two, and didn't realize that it was her own smell or rather the smell coming from her that attracted the dogs. He knew the longer they stood there, the more they'd bark and it would only be a matter of time before they broke free of the leash and ran over to her, knocking her down and fucking her right there in the open.

Fortunately they found a cab, and they went towards their destination. The cab driver couldn't believe his luck seeing such a sexy woman in his car. Not just that she was sexy, but the fact that she was dressed in such an obviously slutty and whorish manner, half naked. Her massive boobs sitting high on her chest, her narrow waist, not an ounce of fat on it. Her big pouty lips just thirsty for a cock to suck on. He watched with amazement as the boy next to her casually reached over and pulled that sorry excuse for a cloth covering her, revealing her very naked and extremely beautiful juggs to him. Her nipples were thick and very hard, hard enough to cut glass it seemed. From the expression on her face she was obviously masturbating. With great concentration he managed to arrive at the destination without any incident. Only then did he realize they had arrived at a very seedy part of town.

Handing her sari-shawl back to her, Deen waited as Manya draped it around herself and lazily made her way out of the taxi. In his horny state the taxi-driver even forgot to ask for the fare. Deen led Manya down a dark deserted alley into a shady looking shop. Over a dozen pair of eyes watched in amazement at the sight of the beautiful ass swaying sexily dripping cum down her legs lead by a boy young enough to be her son. The woman's hips were wide and inviting, her ass so big and plump it looked unnatural on her slim frame. Her thin waist made her look even sexier. The fact she wore next to nothing was the best part for the men who could not help but grab their dicks and start jacking off.

He saw her going to the shop with her son, and was delighted. After centuries of searching, His search was finally over. He had finally found His vessel! Immediately following the two, unseen by everyone He entered the tattoo shop and took over the body of the tattoo artist. The Devil had long been looking for the one woman who was above all else. A woman who was lust personified, who could corrupt the minds and souls of the most pious men through her lusty body and insatiable sex drive. He wanted a woman who could turn many a soul down the path of sexuality, and he could find no better a search than Manya. A woman who was hornier, more insatiable, more sexual and more filthy than any other whore ever, one wanted her body to be used, not because she was forced, but because she genuinely loved it. Not because she was moulded to become that way, but because she naturally possessed that mindset. He could not waste any more time.

As soon as Manya entered the room, it was as if a switch went off in her head. She saw Deen , the tattoo-artist's assistant and the dog sitting in the corner all freeze. All except the tattoo-artist. Even though his features were very ordinary, less than ordinary in fact, she could sense a radiance around him, a glow. A glow that made her want to get down on her knees and worship him. The fact that time had come to a standstill did not alarm her, a fact that only pleased The Devil further.

"Yes, she is definitely the one", He thought to Himself.

"Who are you?" Manya asked.

"I am the one who can make your dreams come true, Manya" He replied.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"To talk to you, that's all came the reply. When she remained silent, He continued "Tell me Manya, how much longer do you think, before your age starts to show on your body? Before those beautiful breasts stop defying gravity, that ass starts to sag, age lines appear on your face? What will happen then?"

"Deen wants me to be his whore, he will always take care of me" she replied back.

"Yes, but hasn't he already found another? Sana who is younger, still developing, has a lot of years to go. She will also give him many children, I can tell. He will forget you once he finds out she is pregnant, which she already is" He lied.

Manya went back and forth with Him for what seemed like hours. Her determination and strength winning Him over even more. There was no doubt in his mind now that she could corrupt the best of men and women.

Finally, He decided to play His trump card. "What if I promised you a life, where you would never die, no harm would come to you. You would always remain between the ages of 15 and 35, after which you will start again?"

Manya thought about that for a moment. She was vain, there was no doubt about that. A life where she would never age? That would be almost heavenly. But there was some catch here, she couldn't figure it out.

"What would I have to do?" she asked.

"Nothing, just live the way you always have. I can promise you, no harm will ever come to you" He replied.

"What about my figure? I always want to have a sexy figure." she replied with a blush.

"And how do you define a sexy figure Manya?" He asked.

Without a moment's hesitation she replied "Big boobs, that look fake but are 100% natural, a thin waist and big wide hips, an hourglass figure. A flat stomach, and an ass like the one I have now. Long legs, big thick lips. No fat on the body except on my boobs and ass. But they should not look fake, they should look like they are now - erection inspiring"

He smiled. This was a woman who knew what men liked in her and was proud of it. He would give her all that, and much more. He would give her anything she needed to fulfill her destiny, and His will.

"You could have that, and much more Manya. Now, what would you do for such a life?" He asked.

A few moments passed while Manya thought about the proposal. Finally she decided and said "Anything"

"Then Manya, I want your soul" He replied as he assumed his true form. Any ordinary person would have been terrified at the sight, but Manya stood smiling in front of The Devil. He was unlike any description of any demon in all the different religions on earth. His voice was hypnotic, He was perhaps the most beautiful person imaginable. He stood there in front of Manya, His wings spanning 50 feet, His golden hair coming to His shoulders. Her immediate desire was to drop to her knees and beg Him so she could serve Him for eternity.

He reached into her chest and retrieved something. What, she could not see, but she assumed it was her soul.

"Here are the terms Manya. In every birth, you will take the form of a girl who will be 15 years old, you will simply take over her mind. Your name, will always be Manya so you will always retain your true identity. You will always look in accordance to your purpose" He said with a smile. "Your life may not be always pleasant, but rest assured, no harm will ever come to you. If ever you are in a position where you are about to be mutilated, or killed you will enter a new body. On your 36th birthday your current life will end, at which time you will enter a new body. And of course, there will be a few surprises you will find along the way as well" He concluded with a smile.

"This is the first and last time we will meet Manya, but rest assured I will always be there with you, in spirit." With that, He waved his hand and disappeared. A moment later, Manya disappeared from the shop and woke up in the body of a 15 year old girl.

 

wish I had read your stories earlier but unfortunately your story telling art needs to be honed a bit! i hope you dont misunderstand me and we can communicate privately
Psychiee

 

holy shit, you can define passion through words. amazing. i usually dont go for that in my reads.