The shrill good morning alarm sent disobedient thunderbolt and Wave into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her deep optic and cast a sleepy glimpse towards the place following to her. Her middle met with the not so inspiring survey of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure kid, his breath carrying the olfactory perception of liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a slim Patrick Victor Martindale White blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six column inch below her deep omphalus, she dragged her voluptuous body out of bed towards the privy, pausing for a bit to calculate at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked disheveled and two release of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her chocolate-brown black aureole stared flop out of her reduce blouse and this break of day the remainder were precipitous and pointed, indicative of her bodily need for a replete blooded ass. Almost involuntarily her custody went to the heavy realm between her thighs and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to profit in heat, the moment her fingers sought the ardent plica. With an inaudible groan, she gave one loving squeeze play between her intimate second joint and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a shiver of rest as some of the compile horniness found flip sack. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same scant attire she moved to the main door to pull in the daybreak Milk River. Opening the door, she bent to peck up the milk and in the summons her full titty spilled out to form a luscious segmentation. From the turning point of her eye she saw the milkman's bicycle parked in the compound and realized that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her day by day appearing. A to the full minute was spent in gathering the milk during which her creamy breast spilled nearly 80 pct out of her melt off, low cut blouse. Giving this morning show was now a habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 twelvemonth old guy. She got her daily starting charge from this flash and even when someone other than the usual milkman delivered the milk, they learnt to remain until Manya gathered her milk.

Turning her back to the milkman, she started closing the door, giving him a lingering horizon of her ample, meaty ass and a rousing keister sentiment of her trunk, especially since the petticoat came down to well below her hip and settled almost at the beginning of her ass snap. Just before finally losing the door, she turned again towards the outside and offered another flashing of her huge midriff, with its flare out curvature at the shank and the juicy, cryptical, inviting navel. This exercise was her daybreak restorative and a day was insipid without it.

The intact five feet seven column inch of her full bodied, well stacked, riotous phase swayed with a heady grace as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a mo to peep into the elbow room of her two sons, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and mental object, hands between his thigh and lost in a dreamy globe, while Binu was sleeping on his back, his right on hired man placed idly around his crotch. What caught her eye was, however the bivouacking in his shorts, sticking imposingly out at the ceiling. She smiled indulgently like a female parent would, but a deep dampening crept up her pussy, which was already aroused by the morning appearance for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to prepare the morning chocolate and breakfast. Within an time of day all hell would infract liberate as three males would hasten through their morning routine, gulp their food and flee the house, leaving her all alone. The opinion made her feel a bit empty but also filled her with an enterprise and desertion that came from the knowledge that she would be all by herself with her voluptuous, sensuous body.

Deen was always the 1st one to arouse up. Nearly six human foot tall, he was a blue behemoth, loose limbed and with the body voice communication of a thoroughly and lovable kid. Manya continued to persist in her attire even before her Thomas Kid and it had become formula for them to watch their skimpily clad Mom go about her task every dawning in that state of undress. She had been doing it now for the past 4 yr out of sheer convenience and it never struck her that their bursting hormone would one day take knowingness of her sizeable appeal, especially her well rounded buttocks, her fully exposed juicy shank and the generous cleavage.

"Good first light Mom ”, called out Deen, as he entered the kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his greeting, smiling into his soulful, loving and almost puppy like optic. Deen could see right down her partly unbuttoned blouse and trace the full curved shape of both her melon vine like breasts with the entire glory of their trucking rig pointed nipples.

His dick jerked to attention.

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

But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his arousal obvious and strove to camouflage it. Manya, on her percentage, noticed her elder son's disturbance but did zippo in term of either her dressing or trunk language to divert him. If she was built aphrodisiacal and left with an eternally turned on consistency due to her husband's slackness in bed, then she couldn't helper it. No force out on globe can cover a cleaning lady in heat, especially a cleaning woman blessed with the racy contours and heavy affectionateness of Manya. She had a body that craved loving. She had luscious knocker that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's warm contact. She had a massive, protruding, Sir Thomas More than proportionate ass that could well be her substantially asset. It was high, firm, wide and with a curvature that sent viewers'passions soaring. There was not one of her husband's acquaintance that didn't want to paddle her voluptuous ass or plunge into her juicy puss. She didn't care about their advances and over time she learnt to live with them. Even those hanker alcoholic parties where men would indulge in insidious gropes and almost leering comments while her husband would be sizzled left her quite in control. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a wide-cut variety of men of all age groups lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Binu was always the more demonstrative and physical of the two youngster. His hug lingered a little yearner than requisite but Manya made no movement to free herself. Binu ended his hug with another candy kiss on his mother's cheek, this clip rather close to the recess of her mouth. Manya felt his Whitney Young, 12 year old erection thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her twat moisten again. Binu's acts awakened her dormant lustfulness. Though XII years old, his actions were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to grab her, rub his dick against her huge rump and let his mitt roam all over his juicy mother's expansive waist. His hands groped the tail of her braless blouse and made enough striking with her mounds to take her squeal. It was sluttish for Manya to discount her little son's acts as childlike. Only a part of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to stay on so that she was spared of any dialogue with her conscience. Unlike his elder brother, Binu knew his penury and made his relocation very obvious, with no reach for any communicating gap. Manya loved it. It made her palpate very wanted and suitable. Binu on the other helping hand was sure enough that he was only expressing his extreme making love for his mother.

After packing Binu into the bathing tub, Manya decided to heat up her married man. For a daily inexplicable understanding, she draped a saree over her scantily covered organic structure and went into the sleeping room. She liked to be close to fully dressed whenever her married man was around.

Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her quiescency husband and studied his mannikin as she neared him. He was an in shorter than her five pes seven inches, slender in arm and chest but with a pot belly that grew out of interminable hours of drinking, both at habitation and outside. He snored the minute his head hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their former days of wedlock when she used to wake him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his ears lightly while her fingers danced around his flaccid manhood. He would stir in those days and waiting until she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly, without warning he would grab her by the waist and turn over her around to make her lie belly up on the bed. Using his pull up stakes bridge player to drag her saree above her liquid, hot thigh, he would guide his one-half ready peter into her already steaming pussy. A few beau strokes would be attempted, following which Manya had to guide his tool into her eager honey snuggle whenever it slipped out. About 60 arcsecond of valorous lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out out a measly measure of sperm into her womb, which would just about suffice to dampen her just watering goofball. With an annoy grunt he would simply roll off her and rush into the bathroom without even looking back. If he did, then he would have seen the writhing, frustrated consistence of his cover girl wife, legs spread, breathing heavily and thighs twitching in rising intensity.

The sight of a writhing trailer truck nude Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm would have been the ultimate titillating sight for any peeping tom but for the sexy wife herself it was a daily torture. And she was forced to go through this straining on a day-by-day basis, at time with manic regularity and with the smashing ever regularity in the utmost few months.

In the last few long time here had been hardly any inspired bout of sexual love fashioning, which for her hearty eubstance was a loss surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever take between her day-after-day bread and a day-to-day fuck, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh alert. With the usual dayspring oink and without the slightest hint of a forebode early on erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even wish his beautiful wife.

The moment her hubby closed the can door, she heard Deen call out,"Mom, I need help to wash my hairsbreadth ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's bath. Along the way, she unwrapped her sari, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the tub. She didn't want to wet the saree in the course of action of Deen's bath. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a stool when Manya moved across to him, her braless boob swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each step. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's deep and big belly button. As Manya bent and washed his pilus with shampoo her belly button and abject abdomen stared right into his expression. It was a double fiesta for the budding youth as his centre absorbed he juicy depth of her belly push button and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her bush, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three sec his cock shot up in his undies, a peck which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting reactions of her married man and son to the very Saame body. But being the female parent, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her stroking. The rich lather forced Deen to fill up his center. Now he could only sense his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into majuscule stimulation. Her big tit would dip every now and then to urge on into his head warmly while her fork would reach tantalizingly closing to his font, with the aroma almost sending him into a lusty daze. The he felt the piss raining down from the shower onto his face and head. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He was not the sole one wet. His mother's sexy body was drenched all over the top half, her mamilla poking right out of her wet blouse. The visual modality was astoundingly erotic with those creamy hillock jiggling right in front of his face. Deen thought he would spud out his kindling without even a touch. At the same time he was transfixed and puzzled by the entire nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son's aroused organic structure. She seemed to be completely casual in her go up totality exposure to Deen, her very own son. With her full phase of the moon pelvic arch barely a few inches from his point, she turned around to turn off the rain shower, in the process presenting him with a mind boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet half-slip. The garment made a huge inroad into her prat crevice and the whole show was straight out of one of those sonant porn flicks which he enjoyed now and then with his pal. But he was better blessed than his friends because he had day by day existent life soft porno scenes to live out in his own house and with his very own loving mother. A wild idea germinated in his heading which seemed to come from out of nowhere -"What if any of his ally were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The view left him as soon as it came but the germ were sown. Manya left the can to check on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his tool the moment his mother's barefaced ass swayed out of heap. He needed the release.

Manya needed button too but all she got was more foreplay in Binu's room. Her younger son had just finished his tub and was about to originate dressing when his one-half wet, barely dressed Mom walked in to enquire about him.

"It's getting clip for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her instruction broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual mode his hands completely encircled her full waist and caressed the faithful at the sides with the index finger of his powerful manus straying into her navel to finger it in a rotate movement. The posture lasted one second of squealing and 60 seconds of sluggish and unwavering pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this display of affection from Binu and only Manya suspected that the feeling was quite sexual even from her son's slope. But as always, he would stop just when her torso began to betray her emotions. He would cease to caress her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his gene and libido from her face of the family. But it was still too early to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was gladiola that someone found her desirable and person wanted to find her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. deep, intemperate and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if possible right out of her brains.

Feeling fully aroused from all the amative attention she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree around her wet underclothes and went to spread the breakfast on the tabular array. The attire felt burdensome and she found herself being slowed down by a mute droning between her thighs. Involuntarily again, her left paw reached for her genitals. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the attire for at to the lowest degree 5 minutes before the sound of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

"You'll catch a stale Mom in those wet wearing apparel. Go change,"suggested Deen, concerned as ever.

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

Minutes after they all left, Manya rushed into the bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her dress off her ignite body on the way. She unstrung her petticoat and tore the blouse off her bursting knocker as her lust aroused body flopped onto the soft bed. Both men covered her full breasts, the palms kneading roughly and the digit pulling at the now sharp tips. Her branch thrashed about as she literally crushed her entire boobs like a daemon in heating. Her entire organic structure felt like it was on ardour and she thought she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her hands dropped quickly to her pussycat heap and she worked her fingers in and out of that robust and fleshy zone, causing her thigh to spread, close and spread in a creative thinker boggling episode of abandonment. She gave herself in totally to the demands of her lush, neglected body. Her consume voluptuousness surged with renewed Bob Hope every time she subjected herself to this explosion of ego gratification. She mewled and moaned as her fingers delved and probed into her soaked pussy, striking a phrenetic rhythm in melodic line with her wildly aroused nous. The passionate outset rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full hips up and down on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny consistency to a new height of ecstasy. She felt the tide rise deep within her pubic region and it only drove her digit deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its peak and let let loose a bursting alluvion, washing her pubic region all over, making her digit reach furious speeds until the collapse began, first in her loins, then in her finger's breadth and finally in her halcyon, fleshy inner thighs. With receding passion, she slowly regained pattern breathing, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the down abdomen, feet still apart in a lewd monitor of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with sweat and wet with her succus. The whole bed sheet was drenched and she silently decided that she would change it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an hour after her endurance contest sitting she rose for a bath. The cool H2O felt comforting on her still hot body. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her bush and kitty-cat. She stroked, caressed and patted her mound indulgently until a flutter of arousal crept up her spine all over again. Sighing, she stepped out stark naked into her bedroom. She used a lean Edward Douglas White Jr. towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own hand. She dabbed the luminosity towel all over her gorgeous body until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her long hairsbreadth. She wrapped the towel around her hair after ten transactions of drying. Opening her wardrobe, she tried to decide on what to put on when her center fell on a light puritanical transparent sari and a sheer Patrick Victor Martindale White blouse. She took both of them into her hands, without as much as a thought for a bra and petticoat. She hated the weight unit and pressure of undergarments. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to experience the fabric rub against her supple and sexy flesh, especially around her brilliant rose hip and asscheeks. Not wearing a half-slip beneath a semifinal transparent saree gave a complete exposure of her downcast gem and fleshy thighs. But she didn't care. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underwear and she had the solid day right up to her husband's arrival to slip one's mind back into them anyway.

However it did not lend oneself to her two boy. She was comfortable without undergarments in their presence and she guessed they were prosperous too. In any example there were no obvious signs of overplus on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through saree without a hint of underclothes. Right through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one individual garment on her lush body, be it a petticoat and blouse or saree without petticoat. The wide dress was for their father, a fact which they came to realize rather early. The idea made them feel undecomposed and cozy about their sexy female parent. They loved her a lot more for the extra comforter point she seemed to share with them. It made them feel especial - and horny too. And they kept their touch to themselves - as yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer saree and blouse. It technically covered her whole consistency but revealed its fleshy, creamy resplendence to awesome essence. Tied well below her oceanic abyss and alien navel, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's ample pelvic arch and threatened to fall right off her juicy body if she even bent forward a little more than needed. The blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was so slopped and low cut that half her cleavage was on appearance right through the slight saree. The bottom of the blouse was almost tucked into the cornerstone of her full tit, giving them life and bounce as she walked. From the base of her breasts to maybe an column inch above her bush was a completely revealed soil of supercharged flesh. Manya's window of seduction was her fleshy yet sexy diaphragm and the corneous lady of the house was fully aware of it. It was huge, wide and bedecked with possibly the deepest and juiciest navel on solid ground. When she walked in this dress, her second joint and trimmed bush offered themselves to view in tantalizing peeks. Taking the posterior view, the saree dipped right down to the tips of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily drape itself around Manya's meaty buttocks. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front of any looker who happened to run into this horny wife and mother of two. Putting it plainly, her whole trunk screamed for a fucking.

The beginnings of fidget crept into her lush organic structure and Manya launched into her accustomed hillock caress. She would finger herself after bath for about a few minutes everyday before preparing lunch. Now, while she was in that dreamy trance, she heard the bell ring. She first looked out of the window and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three days to extradite veggie and yield. Manya rose from the couch, manus still on her crotch and moved to open the door. She kept her manus on her hammock in a partial caress and retained it all the way up to the door, reluctant to give up the warm moistness which had begun to absorb her loins and also form a small wet plot on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

Left to herself, Manya would ingest preferred to spoil in keep up ego ravishment in her portray mood. Her mind quickly accepted the encroachment but the signals to her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a certain interior discordance, especially between her thigh, where a tiny gunk had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the door and peered out to ask if there was any fresh stuff. She kept just her head out of the doorway, her deal still playing with her pussy through the sheer congregation of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her usual selection of veg were refreshing and she may care to demand a looking and decide. Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, finger's breadth still playing with her pussy behind the threshold. With one final thrust, she withdrew her paw from where she loved to keep open it the most and threw the door panoptic open. The grocer, a stocky man in his latterly 30 gaped in amazement at her dress, or the want of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to draw his aid. The grocer's psyche worked at the speed of light, ineffectual to sound the delicious sight in presence of him. He knew from his frequent visits that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a ruttish woman of the house in all his theater gross sales over the geezerhood. He could spot a thirsty pussy when he saw one. Over the last one year he had seen Manya in several careless State Department of dressing but somehow she always seemed in control of matter. It was more like she was teasing hoi polloi rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a mother fucker annoyer indefinitely and his dickhead was bound to ingest its day. Her appearance told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any clothes. The saree was fully sheer, showing him all of her. The fecund chaparral, those resplendent thigh and the entire diaphragm, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly clitoris calling attending to his gaze. While she was fingering herself the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her copious and deep navel fully exposed to his opinion. With the creamy soma above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the navel resembled a twat in need, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to examine some of the leafy vegetables and this made the top one-half of her saree drop-off, revealing her generous cleavage with a clear vision of her perked up mammilla. She didn't realize that her saree had dropped and continued with her true task of food market picking from his field goal. The grocer's oculus popped right out their sockets and his tool threatened to tear out of the fabric it was stretching around his crotch. His strong mitt felt a kick of blood as did every mineral vein in his soundbox. Manya was decidedly the hottest of his customers and he looked forward to visiting her house more to experience the surprise she held for him in the form of her dress code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. Breasts, teat, navel, midsection, second joint, and shrub - every ounce of her juiciest parts was starkly visible through her aspiration like garments. The Arab dancers did wear off transparent bottoms but at least they wore step-in. Here a middle senior housewife was treating him to fleshy delights of the sorting people only dreamt of.

The apparent participation of Manya with the grocery field goal and her ignorance of the Department of State of her boobs suited the grocer and he let his hungry eyes travel all over her busty frame, taking in the sexuality oozing out of every inch. His center rested for longer mo on her coxa, the bring out fate of which was like a mass of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only frame in need is left for this kind of wanton display and his animal instinct gradually took over. He shifted closer to her, as if to help Manya load up her bag with his stuff. He held the bag up for her while Manya filled it with a cluster of vegetables. She had to lift her coat of arms up to do so and in the mental process, her speed saree dropped right off her shoulders, chest and waist to rest tantalizingly at her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how uncover she was all along to his gaze. Her cheek acquired a sudden bloom but there was no way she could cover herself up since both her hands were occupied. She looked into the grocer's optic and observed the burning cacoethes. His looks sent shudder up her back and a warm flood of juices gushed forth from her loins to further moisten her already wet vulva.

This clip the gush of juice was different. They flowed and flowed without a break. The control mechanisms which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his strong regard. The grocer extended his impregnable subdivision towards her exposed hips and dragged her finisher. His manly touch did the john. It was the jot of a man, strong and reassuring. It was also the grip of a testosterone plentiful male which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his early script gripped her properly hip to complete the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The manly grocer jerked the beautiful wife towards himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent breasts jiggled at his action. His paw on her meaty hips encountered raw heat and he realized that this juicy body was being wasted. He could find out a half sob as he strengthened his hold on her lower hips and turned her around. Her high up rise bum came into hot contact lens with his tool and even through the sheer garment, their heat took him by surprisal. If ever there was a hornier woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he worry to know.

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

In that carriage she presented an awesome mess on all quartet. Her face was glazed with lust and her ass quivered in wanton lust. She wriggled her hips and weight-lift backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his pant and brought out his steel hard dick, which was now throbbing with as much prediction as the horny housewife's pussy. He cast one glimpse at the crawling form of the beautiful woman before him. She looked so hot and necessitous. Like a bitch in heat. She needed a fucking and like the pits, he was going to give her one.

In one one plunge he entered right into her nest, her wet bitch walls giving an over lubricated welcome. Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in lust. He began stroking into her slushy pussy with gradual motions. The lust crazed housewife screamed for harder stroking and driven by her wanton doings, he thrust harder and faster. His huge dick, which she hadn't even seen, made fierce inroads into her tender but hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new geographical zone of mania. The pumping lasted five scalding minutes and the sheer gewgaw and Passion of the site overcame both of them. He reached his climax with a yowl and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like bitch. On all quaternion, she was letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over sexed cunt. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing but tool boulder clay he spurted his come in respective long spurts late inside her womb and all over her rachis and ass. He came so much that his virility surprised the under utilized wife.

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

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

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the first of all two button undone as always. Her saree was in her hands and she tried to decide whether to put it on or go for a race. Her thighs were sticky and some cum still settled wetly over her puffy kitty-cat lip. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her digit over her puss backtalk and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her finger and brought them to her nose."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the aroma. Then suddenly the door buzzer rang. storm and alarmed at the untimely anchor ring, she hastily began to get together the sari over her ravaged hips. It was a relatively slower cognitive process since she did not have the welfare of a petticoat.

"Who's this"? She called out.

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

Partly relieved but still alarmed she draped her sari quickly around herself. Now she didn't have to interest about ne plus ultra in attire since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to hump her just s a piddling while ago coupled with the freshly fucked tone still coating her senses made the housewife a wee bit guilty. She managed to outwear the saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her fork to once again form a pasty plot of ground out in front line. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his afternoon classes were cancelled and he had no temper to go to the library.

walk in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different. Her whisker was disheveled and her sari looked rumpled in a peculiar manner. Her panty blouse was wet with exertion. If it wasn't for the glow on her face, he would have presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen work. As she walked towards the couch in the animation room, he noticed the languid movements of her hips and the slow roll of her articulatio coxae. The sway was slower but sexier. It was an indefinable mickle but she looked different. Suddenly he noticed the dull plot of ground around her crotch on the gauzy saree. It looked so provocative, just below her rich bush. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too later to amend things. In a bid to make the atmosphere more occasional, she spread her thighs out and tried to relax on the couch. Her carriage became rather lewd for her teenaged son and he began to experience the familiar spirit stirring in his pubic region which looking at his sexy mother for more than a minute always produced. At this stage Manya asked her son to take a bath so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the bathroom, gladiolus that he could enshroud his arousal.

Manya was still lying in that obscene model on the couch when she heard the main door open slightly. She had forgotten to mesh it after Deen's arriver. It opened wider and in came the grocer. She panicked and hissed at him to go away, pointing at the bathroom where her son was bathing. But he had not come to will. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the morning's astounding ontogenesis, especially the ease with which he could enter Manya's hot pussy. Soon his mentation led to a bursting hard on and he felt the meter was still convenient enough for another go at the gorgeous patch of ass, which would be doing nothing else but masturbating away anyway, according to him. So off he rushed to get his pussy.

When he neared her, Manya whispered frantically to him that her son was around. Not giving a shucks, he motioned for her to call on over, unzipping his trousers in the same motility. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the privy door where Deen was. With strong and still efficiency, he once again gripped her voluptuary hip and shook her like a doll. Manya's body throbbed with renewed lust and her twat started dripping in record time. The endangerment in the post was obscured by the heat of his manhood pressing against her already naked ass. He had merely hiked her sari up and push up his cock right into her willing and wet cunt. The pumping began instantaneously and her bitch muscles started clasping his tool in covetousness, milking it to new altitude of Passion of Christ. She could still see the rain shower and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the same gripe stance. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lust and hug drug. Her organic structure responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a plentiful dose of seed deep inside her loin. She absorbed every drop of his loveable cum and reveled in the sudden and explosive flood tide which the illicit encounter produced. In record f number, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a nimble good bye. By the time, she moved from beef military posture to normal posture, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in delight and right-down admiration that she had been fucked twice in no time. Again she didn't even see the shaft that gave her so a lot joy. But more than exciting was the cerebration that her son was right in the next room, but didn't know about it. How wrong she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to emerge from the bathroom. After all 2 jerked meat offs in ten minutes need some time for recovery.

The four youthful marauders left her door and Manya shut it with a combine feeling. She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the bath. Yet she felt a tingling in her loins and an ache in her titty from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her full consent. The simultaneous press of four pairs of hired hand and one cock on her superfluous wholesome torso under the stalking-horse of festivity did its own things to her bodily response and right now she had lost all the traces of satiety which the two mind blowing orgasms with the milkman and her cousin had given her. Instead her crotch and slit experienced a rejuvenated itch from all the youthful caressing she received. The itch was now spreading all over her inner thighs - such was the shock of raw vigour on her mature voluptuous body. After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto the storey, her saree still off her shoulders, her body still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighbourhood painter and photographer. Sam was a sore and diffuse spoken kid next threshold who always had that adulatory look in his eyes but not that raw mania. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his linear perspective was also a bit aloof and appreciative rather than forcible, which was what most mass who came into physical contact with Manya became.

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

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

"Let's go to the chamber Mom ”, he said as he tried to serve her to her feet. Manya allowed him to avail her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her entire cleavage, one-half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his side. Deen was still on his stifle as he helped his female parent to digest up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the gist of a fully open, huge middle stared right into his nerve, barely a dyad of inch from his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose poke her navel, making Manya tremor again for a second. Deen rose and placed his arms right hand around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the bedroom. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her on the story and Deen found it quite inconvenient to loose her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly exposed body. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist flesh and its amazing elasticity and with a hardening cock, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's face for a second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the bathroom door chess opening and rushed out of the elbow room, clutching his erection, leaving his don to confront his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay categorical on the bed, with her saree top thrown aside, her heroic midriff and belly spread out to any body's gaze.

Deen came out of the bathtub, fully dressed and was stunned to see his half naked wife, wantonly spread out, wet and tired on the bed. He took one feel at her lush physical body and cursed."Why the hell did you have to open the room access"?"Have you gone mad"?"Or are you dumb"?"I'll teach those Guy a example for breaking into my house ”, he ranted.

Manya, whose workforce were almost about to run towards her twat, got back to her senses on hearing her husband's screams."It's all rightfield. They are just male child and it's Holi. We have to be a theatrical role of the neighbourhood at least on festive occasions. Leave it ”, she reasoned.

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

The main door clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's hand went slowly to her genital organ. It was spontaneous, built on years of experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly recollected the morn's risky venture, dwelling a few here and now longer on Salman's vigorous stab on her sari covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her kitty-cat through her thin saree and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting kiss on her neck opening, impudence, earlobe and finally her lips. The diplomacy with which her sexy consistence was manhandled by four studs, without the slightest elbow room for complaint left her astounded and deep within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing and appreciating her consistency of all the women in the area.

Deen entered the bedroom after his forefather's going more to agree on his Mom's condition. He needed no further proof of her wellspring being the second he saw her lying on the bed, centre closed and fingering her pussy through her saree. He heaved a sigh of relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.

"Mom would you like to suffer a bathing tub"? he asked her, more in a whisper, close to her ear.

The cunt caressing mother slowly opened her eyes and told her son that it may be better to wait until noon till the entire neighbourhood is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not conduct repeated bath. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from the mound she was caressing with a great deal upkeep. Deen left her on the bed and noted the metre. It was just half preceding nine and the fete was still untested. However he headed towards his room for a bit of interpretation, thinking that his Mom needed a rest.

Manya rested but only for a few minutes. She realized that there was some washables of clothes to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her sari still off her berm. It remained off her articulatio humeri when Manya picked up all the apparel from the bathroom and shoved them into the moisten motorcar. It remained off her shoulders when Manya threw her white blouse of yesterday also into the auto. And it still remained off her berm when Manya contemplated whether the sari she was wearing needed to go into the political machine. Since there were a few hours still left for her bath, she decided not to get rid of her sari and clicked the washing motorcar on. The sudden activation of the car when her manus were still on it, sent a throbbing right through her lusty consistence. She sat down side by side to the car, her left hand on the machine and the right hand inside her slit, probing through her saree. For a full ten minutes she caressed herself to the electrical rhythm method, thrusting her fingers right through the garment into her soaked kitty-cat and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill groan and ran into the way, wondering what happened. His entry was soundless and therefore he was witness to his mother's half defenseless form next to the machine, heaving and panting with the lowest bursts of orgasm shuddering through her replete consistence."What a ruttish woman ”, thought the amazed son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to relax from the alternate release she had just experienced. She heard another pack of the door buzzer. Deen answered the doorway and came to tell Manya that all the convict of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbour building. A total of fifty invitee were expected, from the family unit of all friends. A few games were also planned to make the show lively. Manya agreed to derive along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to commute out of her present attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of further drenching, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a second gear in the mirror and saw that her clothes stuck to her soundbox, wetly caressing her sexy bend and made her smell rather provocative. She quickly shook the thinking from her intellect reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi assembly. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless shoulder, she left the planetary house alongwith her elder son towards the succeeding door terrace.

In the lift heading upwards to the bench were two other class and then there was Salman. Manya met his heart and blushed softly. He met Manya's regard too with a twinkle in his centre. On the patio, everyone's eyes were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since well-nigh of them had come prepared for a morning of fun and games. About twenty women and thirty five men of all ages graced the occasion. Manya was the prize pick amongst the women and the fact that she came without her husband did not facilitate matter. Every shaft on the bench was erect within bit of Manya's entering, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

In the number one game, everyone was made to sit in a circle and one person would run around with a hankie in handwriting. He would drop the hanky behind any person's back and that one had to divulge it, pick it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind mortal else's behind. Sam ran around low gear and after three rounds dropped it behind Manya's sexy back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a circle. As she ran, her big titty under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with overdraw Energy Department. Her wet sari hugged her huge buttocks and they jiggled sexily with every stair she took. If viewed in slow motion, Manya's run would have been the raunchiest run of all time for the sheer sexual vigor it conveyed. She took three rotary and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind sexy Manya's ass. Manya didn't notice it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to depend behind her ass. She did so and rose with the handkerchief in hand. She ran around and dropped it this time behind Salman. Salman was almost expecting it. He took two rounds and again dropped it behind Manya's soaker behind. Manya rose and began her dick stiffening run with her voluptuous body bouncing and swaying all over, white meat, ass and all. It was soon very clear that Manya was the dropping target area because everyone wanted to see her aphrodisiac body in motion. Manya realized it too but did not resist. She was hoping someone would see. Salman did and he suggested they play a dissimilar secret plan called punishment. Manya sighed and looked at him in succor and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet loins again.

In this game the youthful member had to nibble a name from lots drawn and that public figure would have to meet with a punishment decided by the young member again. Deen being the youngest picked up a figure and much to everyone'surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and register out the choose penalization."Make snack for all L the great unwashed in half an hour. Select one person to help you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a mo, wondering whom to piece for service. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not quick enough to avail her in this kind of job. Noticing Salman's bright feel in her focussing, she pointed her goody finger's breadth in his direction. With a roar, everyone directed the couplet to the kitchen in the basement, where the items for sandwich prep lay. Nobody else was allowed to enter the basement and it would think a foul with foster punishment.

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

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

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

"Mrs. M, don't intercept me. I have been dying to pleasure your lovely physical structure the day I saw you. Today you will sleep together it, I assure you ”.

"We don't have clip Salman. snack have to be made ”, she protested. her objection was meek because his squeezing of her half let on breast had already started the succus mill in her pubes. A truelove drip began and her protests thereafter were merely symbolic. Even before the elevator reached the basement, he had her saree right off her lush body and he ushered her out of the cosmetic surgery, sari in hand towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a soul there as per the plot. On his cell phone, he rang up the topical anesthetic restaurant owned by his own family and ordered them to hand over fifty dollar bill package of sandwiches within 20 minutes at the cellar. Putting the phone away, he looked at her entire dead body, clad only in petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny woman of the house by the articulatio humeri and threw her on the basement floor in one quick motion, raising her petticoat over her thighs. One hand mauled her bosom while the former pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond cite in double nimble prison term. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and flipped herself around, presenting her round, total ass to the young stud who had pawed her so strongly this morning. He had also agreed to help her in the game and that made her more thankful. She bent on all four-spot and shook her ass at him as if to express her gratitude.Things happened in second base as Salman, who already had his putz out, positioned himself behind the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite right field given the post. Manya took his poking with gasps and yelps initially. As the powerful pistoning into her cunt assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful woman who was the wet dream of the neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to bury their hawkshaw into this lusty woman's cunt and he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon vine like boobs. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in the morning but here, he was making up with a vengeance. bosom and slit got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten bit busrt of Passion of Christ which made Manya's head spin and cunt go baseless with secretion. Her fleshy hips and broad chest got the ‘ real man treatment'from the he-man and Manya screamed in lust at every thrust of his manhood. The alarm in his cell rang to point the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly call forth wife's lewdly presented pussy."gripe, take it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding onus all over her ass and inside her heated love nest.

Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the heating system of his lust. When their combined passions receded, they heard the basement Alexander Bell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be placidity and rose, dragging up his pant and went to pluck up the bite which would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the level, thought she heard the voice of Salman's father, who ran the eating place. She heard some decision being taken and also heard Salman muttering loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a blowjob if there's meter"… and saw Salman precipitation in again unzipping his pants. strait of something being unpacked came from the other slope of the paries. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said"We have fifteen More second and my Dad is finishing the snack arrangements. We'll not be late."

He entered her spreadeagled pussy again missionary panache, forcing her stage up in the air. Manya was like a rag doll in this scantling's deal but she loved his piece of tail. It was heavenly and hard."What were you telling your founding father"? asked Manya inbetween Salman's humping motions.

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

"My good Manya, what are you truning into ”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to enjoy the indorse ass Salman was throwing into her athirst, aroused cunt. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her body all over and sending her into a boost state of lust. Manya gave herself up to his virile violation and continued to milk his prick with her cunt until they both came together in a shattering orgasm. Her 2nd orgasm in less than thirty minutes with a showtime time lover seemed so familiar, pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a unknown. Getting fucked was no longer strange to the adulterous char and mother.

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

The old man could demand it no more. to a lesser extent than two moment were left for the couplet to reappear on the terrace. He grabbed Manya's face and gave one long, wet osculation right on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went limp, her helping hand continuously caressing his organ through the pants. It was Salman's shout that forced the new mate apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and nasty. The elevator began its upward movement with the bite cart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a mo squab right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped his lips straight into her cum soaked snatch. Manya gasped in astonishment for the future thirty mo as her Pres Young stud slurped her well roll in the hay cunt like a true lover. Her juices flowed in satisfaction and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the moment the elevator threshold opened and he licentious span staggered out to the cheers of l people.

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

The collation session had almost reached its end when one of the members cried out"foul foul ”. Everyone looked in his direction. He was holding a eating house tag in his hand which he discovered stuck to the Base of his sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under educational activity to move out all tracing of evidence that the food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to let overlooked just one packet boat. The erroneous belief margin was small but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering decided a visible light hearted penalty for Manya, since even getting caught was voice of the game. Deen was asked to determine on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to take a skipping rope and carry out xxx skips without a break.

Protesting with a laugh, Manya took the rope and began skipping. Her saree was still quite damp and it stuck to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her full phase of the moon, unhampered chest danced and jumped in tandem with her gigantic asscheeks. It was a lusty, bear in mind blowingly titillating heap, watching the wet, mature woman skip in movement of an audience of fifty. Deen realised his foolery in fixing that penalty for his luscious mother. But it was too late. Moreover the batch excited him no end. He lost count of her skips and kept gaping, just as everyone on the bench did. Manya reached ten without any problem. Slowly, the top one-half of her saree or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by the clip the sexy mother reached tally fifteen, it fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crowd in pin drop silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous charms of the fully exposed woman in their presence. Her low worn sari was right at her hip bone, and the to the full, huge midriff with the juicy wet navel was ripplingly revealed. Her wholesome midsection physical body jiggled alongwith her melon like breast with the nipples very clearly seeable for all to see. Topped by her rich meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a cleaning woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to look pattern because any stopping would mean that she would experience to set about skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with arousal and he suddenly shouted"XXX ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped thirty times or not. Nobody objected and the game was over, leaving every male organ on the patio aching and throbbing. The sybaritic female parent heaved a sigh of relief and readjusted her pallu and waited as people came back to normalcy from that intensely erotic sight they had witnessed. Deen's heart was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on show and it was all carried on as a secret plan. There could throw been no substantially wad for a peeper and he stored these range away in his judgment for later use.

To infract the ice after that lusty showing by Manya, person suggested that they all go to the turgid water tankful on the thousand below for some net dunking. Water dunking was usually the last item in a Holi celebration. On the way down many fair sex sympathised with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and biz. Some were awestruck too by the sheer sexuality she had projected. Salman's mother came across to her and said"Manya my lamb, if I had an ass like yours, I would keep Salman's father at family whole day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a mild sensation of guilt and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a assuage squeeze to Manya's tremendous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the sometime people. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their brickle pearl. Many of the women were also dunked, with utmost care and sobriety. A few teenage girls were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to cry, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those female child. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his red-hot mother's number was almost due. It was Salman's Church Father who took the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into the storage tank when nobody else was in it. Fifty pairs of heart took in Manya's wet, drippingly sybaritic sort as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank car. Her saree stuck to her full curves and the parent portion dug into her ass crack giving a unclouded picture, removing any sense of closed book about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the kitty and her replete body rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of H2O in her deeply navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their knife out. Pin drop silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however hear a resident mutter to himself, clutching his genitalia,"Desh is a lucky bastard."The man standing next to him also heard him and he added a replication,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed day-to-day with that piece of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this grossness with a conflate sentiency of anger and stimulation. He was as aroused as them. He saw little wrong in the ultimate physical expression of a mental urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would remove it if all the men in the neighbourhood made a beeline for her when her married man was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The consequence she rose from the armoured combat vehicle, Salman himself carried her by her replete shank and dunked her all over again. She squealed this time, liking the familiarity of his unattackable hands and even managed to dredge him too into the storage tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the puddle, staggering to regain ground. In the process their trunk met, his fork against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few arcsecond, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the tot up fondness the couple in the tank were displaying. The woman being his mother added a fiery spark to his thought process. For the next five minutes he watched and heard his squealing female parent as man after man carried her and dunked her with geometrical regularity, some of them doing it more than once. He saw Salman's father discretely pawing his Mom's wet assglobes even as he was throing her lusciously wet consistency into the cooler. When the men started taking a few spear carrier liberties on her still incognizant self, Manya felt that familiar tingle in her loin. This was not the plaza to render in to her urges. She struggled out of the last-place man's groping helping hand and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the nearest in the edifice. The festivities were as good as fill out and hoi polloi were clearing up.

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

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

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by protagonist was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist. He looked at Manya with his late eyes taking in every ounce of her wet and lightly trembling torso. The tremble was caused on news report of the light snap caressing her wet skin. He led Deen's mother inside his apartment and guided her to the lavatory. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the morning's activities and could make another half an hour. Recognizing Manya's urgency to take a pee and her equally urgent need to rid herself atleast of the drip in her wearing apparel, the considerate neighbour told her to use the privy while he fetched the drier for her hair. Manya tread softly on the rug, hoping the colouring material water drip mold from her juicy dead body would not damage the carpet. Her unscathed body was coated in red, including her expression. If she were to nominate a first appearance in this manner, none would greet her by brass. But now everyone in the area would know her by her voluptuously stacked soundbox, more so by her erupt ass with the big butt cupful. Almost all the men would spot her blindfolded by feeling too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the neighbourhood wet dream and yet she maintained her own atmosphere and control over matter, managing to make everyone feel exclusive and special. In short nobody would fuck and tell on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny eubstance by doing so.

The whole house was soundless as Manya entered the bathroom and left the door open for Sam to fetch the dryer later. She could give birth shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her saree around her waistline, she sat with her au naturel asscheeks on the toilet. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping water from it and placed it around her knee in front, bunched up, but covering her thighs over the can butt. Then she removed the saree pallu from her shoulder and squeezed it too, draining all the piss from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a throbbing in her loins. This time the throbbing relaxed only the pee pressure but retained the early pressure - the pressing of her accumulated hotness. The entire morning time she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into body of water and also experienced the exhibitionistic thrill of being on show during the little game. The entirely series of events where she was treated as a pure lust objective, but under the boilers suit attire of self-regard gave her a licentious thrill. The two robust fucks given by Salman did gratify her senses but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the skips where she felt fifty dyad of eyes simply boring into her luscious grade. She did consider stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a skanky burst of horniness, she had continued. The dozens of manus that had felt her wet body up at the water armored combat vehicle only served to provoke her desires higher and higher and she was fighting a valorous battle not to let her arousal appearance. Doing all this in front of her son Deen did disoblige her for a minute but she was for sure that he would understand it was all region of the celebrations. Her piss moments were also present moment of sexual introspection and as the last few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy pussy, she felt decidedly randy and awakened.

In a bid to uprise and redden the toilet, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam's sudden entry with the dryer made her drop the saree in her handwriting out of surprise. She lay seated on the toilet stern, saree bed covering around her thighs, toilet keister and reaching the flooring. Her chest was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful breasts through the damp, thin blouse. They were swaying all over the shoes in near summate pic all morning and even her toughened tit were titillatingly exposed to the man. But now in the quiet of his bathroom, with two blouse buttons off, their generous cleavage made a mouth watering sight, as did Manya's awkward pose on the toilet hindquarters in an even more inapt condition of having pissed and not flushed the potty. She couldn't rise now, since Sam had already entered the bathroom and it would look embarrassing. She waited for Sam to sympathise her quandary and perhaps provide. She also noted the funny look in his eyes and followed their gaze to expect at her own chest and boobs. She gasped when she saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The unit domain from below her breasts down to six inches beneath her omphalos was fully unfold, with the smooth, fleshy curves forming a gentle fold around her waist. The sheepcote was very put forward and Sam's artistic mind visualized a picture of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in various flimsy costumes.

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

"You came to bridge player me the drier or to help me dry my fuzz ”, smiled Manya at his muddiness, forgetting that she had not adjusted her saree pallu.

"Well whatever you say Mrs. M,"said Sam, surprised at his own brass and struggling to control his erection. Manya looked so delectable and sexy on the lav seat and the discretion of the spot added to the lustiness.

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

Sam took up her offer and went behind Manya, dryer in hand. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet black hair. Manya made no change either to her sitting posture or her province of dress. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her full-of-the-moon breasts and blotto nipples very generously to Sam, as a reward for his elbow grease. Sam's dick came into near contact with Manya's head when he bent and ran the blower, holding her thick hair in his mitt in artistic taste. The artist in him really rose to the social occasion. He could throw carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His dick hitting the side of Manya's face jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely difficult to sit idle with all the throbbing in her pussy, which was halfway into the loo. Her paw was placed at the lowest possible level on her abdomen and Manya was pained that she couldn't orbit upto her now dripping cunt. The pressure of Sam's dick occasionally on her facial expression was not helping subject at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to desperation. Her ventilation turned punishing. Sam's manpower were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her rising bosom and broad hips drove him to madness. The contaminating strength, the unflushed toilet, the unwashed pussy and the horny mother of his friend, all made up a mindblowing germ of dick tensity for Sam. He switched off the drier and caressed Manya's head word. Manya was indeed waiting for some such first step. She always did hold back for the man to realize the first move. She hated saying no to mortal with initiative.

The second Sam shut the drier, she dragged his manpower over to her good breast and mauled them over his hands. She unhesitatingly reached below her body and yanked out her saree all the way up to her waist. Two hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the instant had come to extinguish some of it. As Sam's hand kneaded her breasts in stabilize rhythm she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the inviolable penury of this well mauled mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was capable to take all that robust treatment and brazen exposure in the morning. Now seeing her heaving, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his dick all over her moaning face. She sobbed in foreplay and on seeing the rock-and-roll grueling cock dangling before her centre, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suck and solve it, doing more sucking than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her pussy began to cream and drip half way into the loo alongwith her plush ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her legs apart on either side of the commode. Sam understood her aim and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet seat cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her pegleg. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening cunt before him, the kitty-cat juices having superimposed themselves on her pee olfactory sensation. The variety was rather heady and he dipped his straits down and inhaled the fragrance, kissing her outer sass in the outgrowth. Manya thrust her hips upwards in seething luxuria and gripped his top dog, dragging it into her boiling twat. It was a vernacular good deal of the turned on homemaker with her back on the toilet seat and her legs and hips wrapped around her teenage lover's head, high in the air. She felt a gnawing in her loins and she lowered her puss from his face and spread her thighs wantonly on the seat in a half reclining pose. Sam needed no promote invitation and he simply shoved his bursting turncock into the horny mother's inviting bitch. The two of them started rapidly fucking each other. Sam wanted to please the well-endowed female parent as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate thrust, making sure enough that maximum incursion was achieved. He went on for a full five minute before his teenage enthusiasm could not hold it any more. Manya could find him cumming.

"conduct it out, cum on my face ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the last arcsecond and sprayed Manya's face with his young seed.The first spurt hit her like a slap, the second like a chance event, the third like a caress and the quartern like a drop of rain. All spurt ended up messing up her grimace and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful feature film. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

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

With his red-hot, lustful mother still clad in that licentious blue saree clinging damply to her huge buttocks, her fundament crack clearly highlighted and her entire book binding bare, right from the derriere of her lean blouse to the upper berth butt flare, Deen led her back to their nursing home next door. He did not notice Salman collapse one fond, fleeting squeeze play to his Mom's well used ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a pit on the path.

If female parent and son thought that the Holi fete was over, they were in for a surprisal. The moment they entered their gate, they were blasted with a strong nebulizer of water system, which didn't stop for about one broad minute. They couldn't make out the atomizer but Deen could vaguely clear out the tall and acrobatic form of his honorable crony Prem, whom he had invited over. Since Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could animate up the day. Prem missed the activities next door but managed to come late to wish them. And what a sight he saw. It was a purely harmless intention when he hosed them both and it was quite the done thing on Holi. But on seeing the state of his supporter's female parent after the drenching, his dick guesswork up in no time and he stood speechless, staring at the submerge fit of curves on the sexy char before him. Deen noticed both his booster's astonishment and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the stallion neighbourhood over the sizable body of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no plain effort at modesty on her part.

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

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

The two ally watched Manya's mature body being felt up in childlike glee and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the second. It was clean-cut that all the attention on her trunk was turning her very horny. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in balmy anger towards her son, but to her soreness two other small fry who couldn't reach Manya's face now took over the void created by Binu. Now two pairs of custody were squeezing the sexy mother's monumental midriff from stern in full, absolute frenzy, but the horny woman could do nothing because they were kids and almost certainly had no sexual intention. She allowed them to feel and distort her and relaxed her physical structure. The here and now she did that, she felt three paw dragging her backwards so that Binu and his Friend could spray body of water on Manya. At that moment, as destiny would have it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thud on her big ass and lay savourless on the trading floor, saree flung away from her pectus, her nipples, breasts, the stallion midriff almost upto her scrub fully revealed to the human race. She writhed around first and tried to originate but all five boy chose that instant to use up out their plastic water supply sprinklers and spray piss on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were aghast and Prem thought he heard a painful moan from his ally. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the front of his trousers a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to redeem superfluity for both. Instead he turned to the sight before him.

The luscious body of the housewife was writhing obscenely on the storey while five son simultaneously sprayed H2O all over her. She didn't even shriek or outcry. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking in the rainwater on her face, breasts, waist, belly and thighs. The boy soaked her with gusto, one of them catching her right wing on her pussy. Since the atomiser was strong and focused, Manya let out a moan. Her cunt was already dripping for the live on few transactions and mingled with the wetness of their sprinkle and the damp of her sari. Binu, her son was aiming his nebuliser right at her bellybutton and he kept the spraying until the water was over. The good deal was outrightly vulgar and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated prick ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked body. He was out of dominance now and so was Manya. The five kids including Binu may not feature understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and he was convinced that if there was one char in the world who needed to be fucked into obliviousness, it was sexy Manya. He made a silent vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this biz would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the boys ran out of water and left the place, singing out their thanks and good byes. The youthful of them even helped a panting, writhing Manya to her ft, his manpower around her articulatio humeri, and his peter pressing into her face. Even here Manya was not spared and her moan was muffled by the poking of a nipper dick into her face. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy's crotch and to her utter shock, Manya felt an erecting against her beautiful expression. Her eyes flared and her trunk throbbed in half au naturel excitement and confusion.

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

The intense sexual rebound of hours of exposure and body groping turned the horny mother of two into a plenty of advance flesh, that would overhear flaming if the heating in her dripping loins was not cooled. Her boobs were trembling on their own accord and her heavy hip joint heaved about gently as if the weight of lust was too a great deal. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched physical structure and she could try herself sobbing in enormous unsatisfied lust. Deen was stunned and he went over to hold his female parent by her over call forth shoulders. The intense heat which emanated from her body almost made him recoil in shock. Her side wore a mask of lust as she looked up in a sexual haze. Deen decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the doctor. Please be with Mom until I return ”, he said and bolted out of the house. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her middle. His strong herculean tone and her lecherousness charged indigent look met in a sodding rally. She was quivering when he held her by the waistline. His manly clutches made her shudder and she went limp in Prem's arms. Holding her by her rose hip, he made her kneel on the floor, removing her saree in one exclusive motion. No words were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy look. No Holy Scripture were needed too. He brought out his immense tool and placed it at the entranceway of her slushy cunt. His hands held her by her wide and hot breasts. The overall heat in her soundbox amazed him even in his own horny state. He withdrew his cock from Manya's twat after an initial investigation. He heard her whimper, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him. The bitch needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to contribute it.

For the next ten proceedings, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his huge peter in and out of the horny Manya's horny bozo. Her voluptuous dead body jerked and vibrated under his frightful attack. He was simply ravaging her wet and leave fix. She began to wail and shriek and continued her high pitched reply to his steady, hot strokes into her dynamite cunt. tacky guttural sounds came from the horny female parent as her son's best friend balled the hell out of her lusty, stacked body. Every in of her lush figure responded to this explosive fuck. His men mauled her already well mauled tit. But she felt the grip and rut to be so wild, that she felt her nipple may collapse out of her soft and steadfast mounds. She thrust her lush, hot buns back at his cock begging him with moans and beckoning him deeper with hoarse grunt. It was mating of the highest intensity and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son's pal and with the primary room access right surface. They didn't observation or attention. The fucking continued in its illicit intensity till the horny female parent felt the get-go flood of her sexual climax. Prem noticed it and in a searing rhythm, he timed his release to co terminate with the stacked married woman's own serial climax. He shot gobs and loading when he came. Manya felt her whole interior being washed with his potent seed and her pussy continued to throb and prehend fiercely at his ejaculating cock for five more bit. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this well by a cock of this size.

The stud slowly withdrew his cock from his Friend's mom's pussy and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the master room access was open. It was left open deliberately by Deen himself. He had to sneak back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a Dr. but a good impregnable fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the first place. He sighed and looked down. His shaft hung hitch, much to his relief. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly sluttish act of adultery. He saw his own female parent getting the fucking of her life. And she got fucked bow-wow elan, like a true bitch in heat.

Chapter 10

The cheating wife stirred gently, her naked lower soundbox pressed against her young devotee's, in a sidewise embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her replete body by people of all ages had carried her lecherousness to a tip when she was sprawled wet on the soil before her sons, writhing to a greater extent out of hotness than any need to break away their drenching of her curvy trunk. She opened her eyes and looked into Prem's eyes, unaware that her son Deen was in the scope, unobserved but watching every movement of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's deep eyes and a wave of gratitude flooded her insides. He was her horse in shining armour who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his gumshoe still inside her swamp cunt and while stirring noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at this discovery of his youthfulness and kissed him softly on his centre, licking some of the string of beads of sweat, her hands holding his head, while she felt him doing the Sami to her face. Prem licked Manya all over her fount, his lips dabbing at her cheeks, neck and eyes, while his hands hugged her juicy body even harder to himself in a strong gesture of payoff over. Manya was gladdened at this display of passion and she purred her acceptance by thrusting her succulent pelvic realm even closer into him, feeling his putz begin a hardening process while her juices began to overspread over it. Deen, who had watched his friend give his Mom her intemperate ever fuck, took their stirring to be a signaling of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the household and paying back after a piece so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the house in this situation, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one last look at his mother's luscious asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her face was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a leave-taking gesture. He left the shoes, leaving the door as it was.

Feeling Prem's gumshoe Begin to stab into her slit, Manya arousal was back into reckoning. She twisted her lower consistency, as if trying to readjust the positioning, when her chief fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully undefendable door. Alarmed but not showing any suddenness in reaction, she relaxed her body against his and continued looking at the room access. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature madam's concern, decided to close the doorway. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his erect dick from her boggy pussy. The sudden emptiness made the horny Manya sigh and sob but she waited with break open oculus for him to close the room access. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the only piece of garment which she had on. Prem closed the door and turned to the naked, waiting mother. He walked slowly across the room, his operose dick swaying gently, hitting his abdomen with every measure. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked, unprovoked womanhood on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a lounge and continued to look at Manya, with a scintillation in his eye. Understanding his intent, Manya rolled across the elbow room towards him, her luxuriant body taking five turns to reach him, each tour highlighting her sizable asscheeks in the most obscene mode conceivable. She reached the lounge and looked up for her center to meet his throbbing gumshoe. Reaching out, she held it by her hand, using its hardness to rise and face him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his friend's mother. Manya kept stroking his shaft and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her snatch. Prem's prick entered with a swishing speech sound, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nestle his nous lovingly, while he held his manpower up to squeeze and bray her juicy knocker in a clockwise motion, occasionally letting his finger's breadth tweak her pap. Manya rotated and shifted her pelvic girdle before settling into a heaving up and down move on the operose cock, feeling it poke and accomplish right upto her belly. His awkwardness facilitated great passage for the sexy fair sex's poke and she did so in tardily and uninterrupted motions, building up a yummy yet searing cycle. Her son's best friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in paying back, in the outgrowth helping herself to more and more of his rooster. The well orchestrated sex lasted five dim, loving minute of arc where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their body seemed like parts of one entity and looked complete only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spirt were long and late, each squirt being succeeded by another little but not rapidly shortening explosion. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest cryptical tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off balance, but allowing her to savour the speciality, grip and sheer joy of physical bonding with her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his eyes and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a good friend of his. He looked like a boy with strong Department of the Interior and discretion. When he kissed her there was passion, and there was also care. The satiated female parent suddenly wondered whether she would feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The intellection made her shiver but she realized that there was picayune to prefer between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the rim. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near when Binu would kiss her on the sass. He was aggressive and he was physical. On her part she would stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent growth and ship discordant nerve impulse about sexuality. They had to read about sex the born way and they had to learn about intimate correctitude also the natural way, even if it was a bit delayed and at the cost of her own discomfort. All her biography, she never said no to a hug and never refused an procession from the right way Male. For her sons she believed that the superlative correction was ego field. But bass within she felt that she may own to play a part in Deen's actualization. He was too mum, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya prayed that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of asking Prem but looking at his big hired man on her sweaty breasts and his cock half out of her violate twat, she decided that the moment was later.

The time was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said good day and left the house, leaving Manya naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went bare to the door and shut out it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of events. There could not have been a better day for her soaker, sex starved consistence. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin-german, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before the total neck of the woods and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny Male of all ages throughout a wet morning. Following that, she had been given a weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his sewer and now Prem completed her day with two of the most rich fuck her poverty-stricken physical structure had ever been given. The marvellous matter about it all was that none of her ravishers made her feel slutty about the unhurt matter. She still felt she was in dictation."Was the day discharge"? she wondered with a smile. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any hour and Binu a piffling later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her sleeping room. She dropped them for wash finally and with a suspiration, examined her nude physical structure in the mirror. Her pleasant-tasting breasts hung like ripe fruits on her broad, bazaar bureau and as she moved her hands over them she stroked them casually and went further down her grand waist and belly. Her finger stopped at her belly button. For a arcsecond she dug into it gently as if to ascertain and come upon what was it that made her son Binu so enamor by it. The bit her finger stroked inside its profoundness, she felt a moistening in her pubes and a throb right down from her lower abdomen. She could feel her cunt come alive and the impulses almost carried upto her omphalos. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for further probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a kitty to her, displaying the same wanton receptiveness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to research, she thought with a sensation of surprisal, but not with any alarm. She was never alarmed by someone wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it was Deen. Having no fourth dimension to dress, she took a largish towel and wrapped it around her broad, nude form and went to spread the door. Along the way, as was her habit, her right hand, wound its way under the towel to caress her pussy, which had plentifulness of Prem's cum on it. It was nice to sense the seepage and she slipped nearly half her finger inside her twat, to gather all the wetness. Before any serious probing could set about she reached the room access and opened it with her left mitt, removing her right hand from her pussy at the Lapplander metre. She saw Deen with two bags.

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

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

"Thank you dear ”, she whispered as her deal brushed his nerve, caressing it for a few moments.

Deen felt the sharpness of the odour from his female parent's bridge player and inhaled, confused over its source."Your manus smells rummy Mom, what's it ? ”, he asked, entering the room and placing the handbag on the dining table.

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

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

Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly ate for the succeeding ten moment, not at all surprised at how athirst they were.There was no mention about the doctor Deen had left the house to phone. On finishing, Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and rose to wash her workforce. Deen watched her bm with interest, particularly observing her huge asscheeks jutting out at the base of her pelvis and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the exposed domain from her stifle to her naked feet served a turned on reminder of the day's events and the high octane military action his mother's boozer torso had been subjected to.He caressed his dick through the trouser as long as she had her back to him and his prick sprung to a surprised attention when she said"I'm going to bath Deen and I'll cry you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need assist to get the color fully off ”.

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

Manya turned on the shower bath and for the first prison term since the old day, began to delight a fully fledged bath. She felt the weewee cascade over her handsome breasts and flow teasingly all over her soundbox, lots of it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her Passion of Christ and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her deal soaped and lathered her fountainhead ravished, glowing chassis and for a wide ten minutes she revelled in the Twin pleasures offered by the strong shower and her own rubbing. She couldn't say that she missed having a bathtub with all the merciless dunking she received that good morning, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy consistence. The tub now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her grimace with a blue smiling and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't reach it to wash the colour away.

"Deen could you please fall and serve me ”, she called out through the half opened door. She had left the room access open for Deen to come in later, but was herself naked during her sumptuous bathroom. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly glorious body through the vertical slit at the corner of the door and the second she called out, he entered just in time to see her wrapping her towel around her waistline and turn her back towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's all-encompassing wet back with the soft frame around her burst out waist. She had tied the towel almost at the beginning of her asscrack. Her spinal column was red from all the coloring, except in small spot where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his lather hands to touch her at the waist, his manpower getting drawn to the aphrodisiac plica on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her spinal column. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him hold her by her naked shank for a piece, before whispering"My back Deen. Remove all the red from it ”.

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

Her husband's disgusting behavior survive night had left Manya Sir Thomas More than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her disregard body. Now after being subjected to some cursory osculation and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the outside tinge of compunction for having left her high and dry at his knob'party and now showed absolute hardness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a calendar week. The well stacked wife felt that she didn't deserve his attitude or his attributes. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her raw consistency as if in reassurance but realized with a grin that the heights voltage fucking she had been receiving over the last-place couple of days were a far slap-up assurance of her sex appeal. And the fact that she was able-bodied to draw teenage studs to her mature, bosomy body and leave them panting for Thomas More made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a full material body attractive feature who drew men and son of all years, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of feels and liquidity crisis which her younger son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her body to people rather than the judgment and she resigned herself to the fact.

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

The consequence Deen left the house, Manya raised her bare body off the bed and went across to shut the door. She was naked in the self-assurance that she would now be alone in the sign. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the couch and spread one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her hand around the low venter, she clicked the video on and saw some birdsong being telecast. The corneous housewife looked quite obscene in that posture with her pinkish cuntlips being wide open in case there was a witness. Crusted cum bank deposit decorated her interior second joint and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bath. After watching two raunchy numbers, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to imagine herself in the hands of the various lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the atomic number 82 ballerina in those birdsong. A lunar time period of tickle ran through her as she wondered how she would look on microscope stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and strong male dancer. She was snatch caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the lounge, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. The aphrodisiacal housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no dress were within reach.

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

"I'm coming in a mo ”, called out the au naturel char as she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a small towel over her chest of drawers and went to open the room access for Sana, her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the fragile towel.

Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman's body from foreland to toe. Manya was her idol and Sana'a's reason for idolizing her was that all the vicinity boys, kept talking only about Manya in total lustfulness and awe rather than about new girls like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would let a intemperate time warding off other guys from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage little girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some chocolate for both of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon vine like knocker, swung freely, unshackled by any restrictive clothing. She was also perplexed that Manya's nipple were rear even at this time of the day. She knew piffling about Manya's appetite for punishing sex and her ever horny tendency. In her center she was the in effect lady of the house who couldn't supporter it if she was blessed with a well stacked, knock out body. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every time the teenager poked her waist to tell her she was very desirable even for womanhood. It was cheerful banter. Suddenly Sana said,

"auntie Manya you looked rather sexy the former day while skipping ”.

A bit beat, Manya thanked her sweetly.

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

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

"Everyone Aunt Manya. I heard all the old men go tempestuous, especially when your saree top fell off. They all wanted to get close to you. That's why you were dunked the most. Never meet them without Uncle Desh in future Aunt Manya,"she warned innocently.

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the inexperienced person daughter. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be measured in time to come. time flew and it was getting closer to luncheon time. Suddenly Sana'a suggested that they should lodge lunch from their family eating house. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to fudge. Sana quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering plenty food to aim care of Deen, Binu and a couple of others also if necessary.

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

The guys were in eminent spirits with Sam constantly teasing sana and salman giving thirsty looks towards Manya. After a while, Manya decided to bring the home plate and lay the nutrient on the table. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The moment they went into the kitchen, Salman caught delay of the luxurious wife by her generous rose hip and thrust into her saree brood ass, his script fully covering her braless blouse and milking her mamilla. Manya resisted for a while in irritation but knew that she couldn't for too long. She kept eyeing the support room, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly decide to help oneself out too. Manya's hired man tried to assemble some scale and peach together while her pussy tried to fight back off the gushing juices from deep within her loins. The Danton True Young adolescent showed great anxiousness in his mauling of the fountainhead endowed wife's body from pass to toe. His script covered her clothed form everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his hand right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a strong traction. Manya gasped and let out a promiscuous squeal. Her eubstance began to experience the familiar concussions and her breasts were already quivering from his pawing. She was scared they would be heard. Salman suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen,"Hey Sam we forgot the rice but brought all the other knockout. Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sana may wish to issue forth with you. ”.

"Sure Salman,"said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by the two guy rope. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the threshold. Sam got his time with the beauteous Sanaa while Salman had the lush and aphrodisiac Manya gratuitous and horny. The door closed and the floodgates opened for the illicit duad. Standing in the same billet, Manya and Salman began a rapid flame fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen table. In the last two days the kitchen table was used for anything but food for thought readiness. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his Whitney Young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all ecstasy as the untested studhorse's thrusts drove the blues of her husband's omit away. Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounce, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly squash them as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Manya's lust skyrocketed to gravid superlative as she simply allowed the horny boy to receive his way with her overheated sex starved torso. Five minutes of ceaseless pounding into the lusty lady of the house's cunt had Salman spewing out spoonful of seed thick inside her womb, hugging her wholesome body ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Manya to be so ravished. His heartiness pleased her and his pecker still felt hard inside her sodden pussycat even after the banging he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his knife greedily.

Not letting Salman's rooster out of her twat, Manya shifted the two of them in modest leaps towards the bedroom. A surprised Salman understood her aim and let himself hop along with her correctly onto her bed. The feeling of his still erect cock in her cum washed pussy continued to stoke the ardor in her stomach. She craved for another hammer. A unseasoned man always came quickly first. But young shaft shot back to erection quickly too. Her ripe body could never be satisfied with a single circle of sex. She craved for the succeeding round ravenously. She was a bunny for the moment piece of ass. She was a slave to young cock.

Knowing they had at least another ten minutes the sex charged pair took off on the adulterous mother's marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent pregnant calendar month with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into Delicious slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her brains fucked out of her by the neighborhood stud. Again here, he was fucking her doggie style. She was on all fours and he was ramming her juicy cunt from behind. Their combined juices trickled out down her toothsome thigh to douse the bed sheet fully. The fucking and the soakage continued for the next ten minutes, during which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out on XTC without the concern of being heard. She gave good blowhole to her bursting love by imploring him to fuck her hard and true.

"Fuck me hard Salman ”, she begged."Fuck my cock starved pussy. screwing your friend's horny Mom,"she wailed, surprise Salman with her wantonness. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs M could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was extramarital. He literally rammed and rammed his steely cock in and out of her pulsating cunt till the stage came when she was about to lick. He could find her cunt brawn tighten around his thrusting shaft and the milking get More frenzied. His out-and-out mauling of her heave breasts reached great proportions and finally both of them collapsed in a flock on the creaking bed, going through convulsive orgasm with Salman lying on top of the mature woman's huge ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her spillage. The matt-up couple looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five second to disencumber themselves from each early's hold.

Salman pulled up his trousers and said"Let me help you do Mrs. M ”, and went over to tuck her saree into her waist. He squeezed the flesh there in approval, drawing a moan from the fountainhead fucked mother. They tidied each other up as best as they could and went into the living way just in time to hear the bell shape. Sam and Sana entered with flushed looks on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any dubiousness and the two distich ate in tot up silence. It was a fully meal and took more than fifteen minute. Manya felt a short rawness in her puss and once in a while cupped it with her left hand in the course of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his back talk. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's interest create a further ripple in her down belly.

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

Sam cast a coup d'oeil at the tacit mother next to him. She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her saree having fallen off from her creamy shoulders. He placed his handwriting gently on her humiliated, exposed belly and ran it in dress circle, feeling the softness and caressing it. Manya gave him a tired smile but did not kibosh him. She however said,"I'm tired Sam ”.

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

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

"Don't concern Mrs. M. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the deal of the sexy housewife and made her lie down monotone on the sofa. Sam kissed her face all over lovingly and even lapped her sweat beadwork in a cutter display of affection. He kept kissing her for a entire five instant all over her face and lips, holding her full berm and then gradually moved his mind to bury it in the wide mounds on her thorax. He bit the tit though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this fourth dimension making Manya clutch his head. He spent another five minutes on her bosom, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her full and huge midriff. Manya gasped as his brim found her navel point and let out a fully conjure up groan, long enough to let him realize that he had her almost at his clemency. After his nibbling covered the entire territorial dominion of her belly and exposed hips, she was a heaving bulk of physical body before him. The sexy female parent heaved her hips and jerked them towards his face. The very understanding, sore catamount then raised the horny mother's saree up to her waist and dipped his question right into the mature woman's goose. His tongue probed like a paintbrush into her dripping pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on bearing. Her hands gripped his hair and she pushed his head into her steaming slit, so that his natural language could go inscrutable and deeper. Sam obliged the lust aroused older woman, inhaling her musky aroma with a gaudy sniff, which made her kitty-cat sass dance with delight and passion. Sam led the sore cleaning woman out of her soreness with his finesse and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, leg splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ shag Me'written in bold letters all over her busty, well used body. She looked pleadingly towards her young buff, her eyes doing the asking.

Sam felt her kitty and it was so soaked and dripping that he felt she could pack three putz. He thrust his hired man first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his hand and brought out his hard and eager cock. Slowly and caringly he entered the married adult female's horny cunt, feeling her twat muscles spring up from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her weed leave her as Sam began a slow and steadfast fucking apparent motion. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His dick had also got itself out of the first fuck hurriedness with Sana earlier and right now he was well poised to move over this horny mother a deliciously long fucking. He knew she would bang it.

Long, deep and stabilise came the slash of his dick in and out of Manya's puss. She raised her hips to provide the comeback driving force and he held her hips to support the thrusts. Their body moved in thoroughgoing rhythm as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor. The staid start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five hour. Incredibly their shag continued unabated for another five minutes till Sam felt Manya's cunt brawniness gripping his gumshoe harder and harder until they suddenly released their hold. He gave one final violent jab into her boiling snatch just then to time his release with hers. Both their releases were noiseless, filled with mutual comfort and apprehension. It was the conjugation of souls.

Manya never felt this fountainhead loved before. She hugged Sam unvoiced to herself and lavish his face with hot and sweaty kiss for long moments. She lay in his blazonry for a retentive clip, feeling the mania drain out of her well fucked trunk. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt precious. She felt like a true up woman. Sam on his part, looked smug and message, watching the half naked mother's beautiful features which looked better each metre they made passion. If only she'd agree, she'd make a peachy and natural model for his encounter or camera.

Manya, not realizing her fan's design, rose as she heard the clock strike three pm. It was getting time for her men to initiate arriving one by one. She whispered the like to Sam, who also rose, holding her by her naked shank, stroking her lush ass as they gathered themselves together.

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the good afternoon and Manya's ripe body was already pleasured by four untested rivet, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the raw lover. Each was a different experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, relaxed sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the awe of getting caught stifled her sounds but raised her loss levels to unmoved peaks. The slow down nooky spread the impetus to all voice of her sexy physical structure making every stomate of her skin radiance in reception. Here, lying bare ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glow, making Sam gaze in continued amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring eyes. Then her eyes turned soft and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his handwriting cupping her radiant face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lust temporarily out of her system was a bit touch on about the time. In about half an hour, her boy would arrive. Her husband would come in to collect his bags before leaving for his flight but she could never predict the time of his comer. But she was indisputable he would leave alone soon after his arrival in a tearing haste. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much More time they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his candy kiss, kneading her big breasts softly. His after sex play was very tender and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet sass from his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say.

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

Manya blushed beautifully at his wicked line, her helping hand involuntarily moving to her pussy mound, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must have secreted a nursing bottle to the full of juices, or honey if she were to conceive his flattery. She kept cupping her pussy while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his part let his script roam freely on her full breast. Their body once again exchanged the warmth of hone forcible reason. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the love examination"?

Fully understanding his mind, Manya turned red-faced than ever before. Though the thought excited her, she knew they had very little or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that duplicate special manner. But she was confused and lost for time. Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of beloved. Before the aphrodisiac married woman could talk, he opened it and poured a few drop cloth right onto her puffed up, well ravished kitty-cat. That made the beautiful woman gasp in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread the honey all over her puss sassing, dragging the sweet liquid deeper to gird her love bud. The horny housewife's legs were wrapped around her Cy Young buff's head on the sofa, her hands on his head, with his chief buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and defenseless and his delicious act generated further hotness in her body, causing her luscious hips to commence a retard grind against his lapping face. Her snatch was a mint with her own juices, his cum and the dear. The resultant sense of taste and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved cleaning woman's trunk for days together. Her secretion levels were overwhelming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, well-endowed body at his disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the wind up housewife's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Manya's first reaction was terror but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pick up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She donned her petticoat with the honey treated juices dripping from her heated pussy. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly fucked lady of the house, opened the doorway to let in her tike. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their tangle mother. Her consistence was sweaty, hair uncombed and her fleshy midsection glistened with sweating. Sweat had dampened her full cleavage too and Binu found his female parent's bosom to be fascinating pitcher's mound by themselves. Instead of his usual movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his typeface into her large cleavage, his hands rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every pore of his full bodied female parent and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the rich spread from the restaurant.

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

Embarrassed, Manya found a way out by stating that she had mixed honey with tea in the morning as a health preion."No admiration you look so prissy and healthy Mom ”, chipped in Binu in unabashed appreciation. Deen looked up at his Mom and saw her looking at him too. They all smiled together at Binu's compliment.

It was just before her sons finished their intellectual nourishment that the extracurricular mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to impart through the kitchen door. He did so but not before grabbing the lusty housewife by her waist and giving a hanker and wet kiss on her full lip. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen door. Hoping that her Word had not heard the kiss, the lusty female parent returned to clear the board, while her son went to shift their clothes. She felt sticky all over and moist between her second joint. Sam had slurped away most of the dear and deep within she could still feel the light dabs of his tongue all over her insides. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bathe before her corporeal mess was too obvious to her kids.

The bathtub was cleansing more than refreshing for the divagate married woman and mother. In the course of study of ten minutes she wiped out every tincture of her hot sex academic session that her body could transport. What she could not wipe out was the extra fresh glow on her face which came only from trade good, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi transparent saree and wore it without a half-slip. She also matched it with a blank blouse without a bra. The sari fell right down her hips and settled at the lowest possible level. It did look like it would fall right off her juicy body any second. The cobwebby texture gave ample hints of her crop George H.W. Bush and full-of-the-moon thighs from the front and her well rounded but firm asscheeks from the rear. With her full bodied charms being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a hunger angel in White person. Her beautiful case was relegated to the desktop by her opulent curves protruding fully out of her thin saree and tight blouse. Wanting to expend some time with her Kyd, she walked towards Deen's room. On the way she heard the bell. She opened the door to see the flush vendor. She gave him his most heavenly raft of the day, her fully breasts showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midsection exposed all the way down to her thick blacken crotch hair. She saw his oculus focused on the V part between her second joint and crossed them as if to suck his tending. His regard right into her George W. Bush sent a meek pleasure impulse through her body. She allowed him to caress her hand while giving the flush. Even as the threshold was open she lifted her hands above her head to secure the flowers in her hair. In doing so the housewife's intact midriff embedded with that inscrutable and provocative navel was on display to the flower seller. He kept looking on in amazement at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the lady as much as tripped, her totally saree would hail unlaced, leaving her magnificent, fleshy charms open to the earthly concern. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy female parent entered Deen's way to find Binu also there. Deen was at his tabularise studying while Binu was on the bed trying to register something. Manya took a book and slipped following to Binu, lying on her stomach. She took one of her favorite romantic novels to study. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her wellspring toned and reasonable calves. Deen looked at his sexy female parent's physical body. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer Theodore Harold White saree and being on her belly, her bosomy waistline and hips were totally exposed to their gaze. The spine of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about eighty percentage of her spine bare right up to her asscrack. With flowers in her hair she looked every inch a Saint Bride on her wedding night and in that minimal clothing she looked a bride who ached for a fucking. Manya turned around suddenly onto her back while version. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally brush off her shoulders and the bottom of the sari was now almost midway up her second joint. Manya kept meter reading, seemingly unaware of the body show she was putting on. Her attire was nothing new before her kids and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her ample second joint. Her breasts rose and fell with each breathing time and her belly responded with smaller heaving gesture of its own. She looked a luscious piece of peach and Deen felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd body linguistic communication. He saw Binu also notice their horny mother.

Binu swung into legal action very soon. He kept his book aside and placed his pass on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not make any sudden move. Binu began his explorative practice session of his mother's fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in slow and steady licks. He concentrated on the delicate and medium zone around her deeply navel and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her hand on her son's head lightly but did not reckon down. Binu carried his fascination for his mother's hot physical structure to gamy levels when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both mother and son again settled into their respective spare-time activity. Manya could finger the tide rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The juices gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was sure that Binu could sniff her arousal aroma. If Binu sniffed it he didn't show it but his hands now fully encircled his mother's big hips and drew her lush low-down torso further into his aspect. Manya's diaphragm was now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by her jr. son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and prepare for fucking from the manner in which she was writhing her hips trying to look convention. Her horniness carried across the way towards him and when he saw her face, the troubled feature article starkly reflected the burning lustfulness within her.

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

"You were very Lester Willis Young then Binu. You can not drink any more now from them ”, she whispered in answer also feeling excited that her tit were being discussed by her son.

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

The sexually turbulent mother managed to murmur,"No milk will come out now Binu ”. But Manya's younger son would not take in this for an resolution. He kept pestering her to allow him to sample her milk in a childish monstrance of obstinacy. Deen wondered whether his Brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the situation. Suddenly to his utter amazement and uncivilized arousal, he saw his wellspring breasted mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one full boob and force it into Binu's accepting mouth. His cock ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into her untried son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that mature offering. She just kept soundless as Binu feasted on his mother's titty while his work force were still placed on her full, exposed hip. Deen adjusted his pecker in his pants but couldn't take his eyes off that wild deal. Binu kept suckling for one entire instant, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, chest of drawers out, wearing a grinning that occasionally turned to a red bloom. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no move to remove her son's head from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snicker saying that there was no milk and the taste was not as skillful as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the moment even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unlaced and in the Lapp exposed pose asked her elderberry bush son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his school principal. He was hard and his chunk were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any good sense of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her pelvic girdle upwards, actually exposing the outset of her second joint. In a minute she turned and in the same semi naked condition, slept with her back to her son Deen, showing him the fully and senior high cheeked aura of her ass. Binu had left the way after his dumbbell suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the fountainhead exposed dead body of his Mom, a few feet away, bursting all over with bender, the Whitney Young son fished out his hawkshaw and stroked it smoothly, taking tending not to make any sound. He kept looking at his mother's massive derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack throughout his frantic masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his centre off his mother's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Manya did not clear what Deen was doing but was lost in her own world of lust after all the attention she got from her son. It did not inconvenience oneself her head as much as it bothered her hot soundbox. Binu had got her succus started all over again. Her right hand rested again on her snatch through her sheer saree and she kept giving her purulent discrete strokes since Deen was in the elbow room. Deen observed every single movement of his horny female parent because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a spell Deen rose deciding that he had to charter a walk to cool off. Binu had already gone off to his ally's place. He whispered into his mother's ear that he would be gone for an hour or so and Manya nodded in her partial sleep. Deen took one expression at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed consistency and out-and-out beauty of her face. He also noted that her saree had now gone properly past her second joint to just a few inches below her hot kitty-cat. He left the firm and locked the door behind him before he burst a blood vessel.

Within moment after Deen's leaving the menage, Manya heard the front door ring again. Knowing that it was her hubby she rose and quickly went to open it. Desh entered the house in a hurriedness but paused only for a patch to guide in his wife'dress and woolgathering look. In that Edward Douglas White Jr. saree she looked a dreaming. But the sari looked like it would slip right off her body. He caught her by the hips, surprising Manya. Instead of the caressing and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the plica of the saree and tried to tuck them higher around her waist. The sari refused to compel and he let it fall again. Manya held her married man by the berm, hoping that his planned departure for a week would take a crap him a bit more amorous. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the sleeping accommodation to tamp his bags. He took a few minutes and came back again to the bread and butter room to give a brief kiss to his stunning wife. Manya limply accepted the buss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his slip. Even those gallant attempt she had made to stroke his dick through his trouser did not jerk life story into Desh. life sentence could not have got more frustrating for the endearing wife.

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

Her two son were well-chosen when their female parent suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to consume her head off all things sexual. The three of them reached the cinema house got their ticket. With Manya in the middle, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom interior. A bunch of topical anaesthetic youths gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's alcoholic ass sway away from them in a brain blowing fashion. Manya ignored them like she always did. Inside, while watching the photographic film, both son held their Mom's hands from either side possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his human elbow frequently brushed against the side of meat of her chest. Manya relaxed against his elbow after a while, engrossed in the film. Once in a patch she felt Binu's helping hand on her thighs whenever a funny tantrum came on screen. He would just constrict her second joint and remove his hand. Manya became more and more aware of Binu's hands after that. By the end of the cinema, Binu had elbowed her bosom almost throughout the film and squeezed her inner thighs at least seven to eight times. Deen observed most of this and only kept caressing his concentrated dick without his Mom's notice. Manya was confused from all the natural event, but also very wet between her thighs. Her torso knew only one way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting copious love juices.

When the film ended they rose to get out. There was a long and winding staircase leading to the exterior. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his female parent's helping hand and walked down the stair along with the movie going crowd. There were plenteousness of guys who were eyeing the sizable body of Manya and some of them came right behind her and rubbed their pecker hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at least five of them grind their dicks into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a couple of strong kneads. Manya didn't want to make a scene there and silently endured this vulgar attending that was lavished on her well stacked soundbox with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the snuggling and groping being received by his toothsome mother. It drove his dick into overdrive and he stored some of the image for masturbatory character later in the Nox. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to bet defenseless, then it was his female parent's.

As Manya stepped off the go stair, she also felt her rear getting its lowest anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the situation she put her arms around her two son and the tercet left for home. They had a Light Within dinner on reaching plate and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his female parent whenever his Father-God was away. Throughout the dinner, Deen could sense his brother's fidgetiness and eagerness to wind up his eating. He saw his Mom go to her sleeping accommodation for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the comrade could see that she had hardly changed. The sexy housewife had merely removed her half-slip and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to the humans. Binu cuddled up to his full bodied mother and almost instantaneously his helping hand went to her belly push, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shortstop without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the lights and pussyfoot up to the sleeping room threshold which was unbarred. Through a small pussy at the side he peered into the elbow room, lit only by a Nox lamp. He could make out their shifting and moving form and hear his beautiful Mom murmur many a time. He didn't hear Binu's articulation but only his female parent's soft moans and murmuration. His brother had one leg thrown over his sexy Mom's pelvic girdle. He was hugging into her from ass, his headway on her beautiful neck, his dick pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single stratum of fragile garment. His manus which was exploring her juicy omphalus kept wandering all over her huge, naked midriff. His Mom did not say anything other than groan occasionally. In the still of the Night, at that moment, the telephony rang succeeding to Manya and her sleeping son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

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

Manya felt the menses of lineage quicken through her. Binu's ministrations had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not stop him. She also realized that she probably did not want to hold on him. She was fully wet from feeling his Edward Young shaft against her full ass and his eager stroking of her belly and hip added fuel to her raging fires.

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

"I'm back here and wanted to say you that we can receive tomorrow ”, informed Ram in a blue-blooded tone.

"Mmmmmm, ”, moaned Manya both as a reply and in reaction to the darting probe which Binu's tongue had just given to her belly push. Her juice were in full phase of the moon flow now.

"Desh will be busybodied for at least a week. I missed you after that night ”, went on Ram, into Manya's ears.

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

"What happened, are you all right ”, enquired Ram on hearing her gasp.

"Yes, I'm OK, beloved,"mumbled Manya, now feeling her son's manpower encircle her hips fully while he sucked into her stomach. Her saree had slipped well below her hips now from the top and she could feel Binu's handwriting meeting her upper hind end and cup the flesh warmly."Mmmmmm ”, she moaned, out of control again.

"Your vox is making me go state of nature. I am in celestial orbit now and stroking myself ”, said Ram lustily.

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

"Someday we must do it in office staff, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's blood rush and she barely managed a reply trying to fight the nervous impulse of her son's licking of her navel. His hands were actually now caressing the naked part of her upper berth ass, the unaired he got so far. From a space it appeared to the watching Deen that his sidekick was actually squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her cunt. Her conversation awakened his oddity and craned his ear to listen.

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

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

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly evoke wife, her interpreter breaking away as a flood of juice washed over her interior. This terminal line did it to her. The searing lust caused by her lover's lewd talk and her son's continuous loving worship of her heated body carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's head backbreaking as her juices oozed out of her pussy with a force that wet her saree around her crotch. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his pass so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his thorax which was pressed against his Mom's warm lap. The lap had been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden shudder and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inch below her navel, past the huge belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glazed flavour. She had muttered a expert Nox and tossed the earpiece away, her face and chest panting. Binu saw his mother's glorious boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He looked down to where he was. His dresser was against her privates and her saree was bunched up around her hips, leaving her second joint fully naked. His cock ached and throbbed when he surveyed the billet. He had followed parting of her knowledgeable conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the phone"?

Stunned to reality, the horny, extramarital female parent looked down at her son in her almost bare lap and whispered softly,"Yes Binu, it was your male parent ”.

Her elder son, who was watching this explosive double sourced orgasm of his oversexed mother, knew better than that.

Chapter 14

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

The oversexed mother, in the meanwhile felt herself glutinous and wet both inside and outside. While her gushing succus washed her insides, her vernal son's midriff and navel point licking left her sticky all over the middle. She looked down after her release to his school principal which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep. His forefront rose and fell softly on her panting, naked belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer white saree, which was wet around the crotch. Both his hands were around her hips and his right deal was infact cupping her exposed pep pill butt. For a indorse she was ashamed of herself for orgasm right when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the disgrace turned to a wild pleasure. Binu's nibbling had turned her fires on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram's call came. His lewd talk was the trigger she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the impulses. Now, after her orgasm, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire thigh region exposed. She could sense her kitty-cat spasm mildly against Binu's chest and wondered how it would take in been in the trend of her earpiece talk and climax. The thought made the straying wife shudder. And the chill brought out some excess lust from her loin. She was still pain despite her release because she hadn't been fucked. Her ripe trunk hadn't received its hump sedation. If anything she felt hornier than before.

Manya had gone off to a difficult eternal rest in the Saami attitude. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his position. His body had drifted away but his head was now right on her private parts. But he was profligate asleep with a one-half smile on his sassing. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how fussy her son's rim had been the previous night. They seemed to want to simply go through her belly shape. She also wondered whether Binu realized the force his squeezing and kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't accept his acts to be out rightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed haunted with her body, especially her belly button and ass. Gently she lifted her son's top dog from her warm and dampish pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree crepuscule right off her juicy torso onto the flooring. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was half yesteryear five. The beautiful housewife went butt naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at least an hr before either of her sons woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the same half au naturel commonwealth. She put on a petticoat and a Joseph Black bra. She wore the Lapp Patrick White saree and blouse over the undergarments and decided to grab some bracing, early sunrise breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into the freshness of the dawn, towards the jogger's green situated about 100 one thousand from her house. Her white saree highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her squeeze waistline flesh, while the black bra only served to draw sharp attention to her beautifully forge breasts through the snowy blouse. Her navel was the split second draw from the nominal head, peering out invitingly through the sheer T. H. White sari. Her rear persuasion was irresistible with her weighty arse swaying provocatively with each step while her exposed upper berth hips and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet dream. To the secretly following Deen, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.

Manya felt more and more itchy between her second joint as she walked. The nip in the air played with her skin, making her mammilla poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the night's arousal in her pubic region and her slow body sway suggested that she was indeed in intimate motive. Her son followed her from a aloofness of about 50 measure, taking care not to be observed. Every passerby turned and ogled the sexy mother as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some utilisation. On reaching the parking area after giving score of hard on on the way, the frustrated wife sought a slightly secluded blot and sat in meditation military posture under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"Hello Mrs. M, honest morning ”.

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

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

"Yes ”, she sighed, and felt his inviolable and grating hand on her shoulder. The ardent touch made her loins wet and her already aroused body responded on its own.

"It's a pathos so much of beauty is being wasted. Let me evince you the new varieties of roses over there"he pointed towards an even more privy slur, holding her waist in the Saame gesture, as if to help her.

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

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

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

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

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

Manya was stunned at the precipitousness of his action and the thickness of his shaft. Her decoration enclosed it well and fully and the steely heart and soul jerked eagerly in her hands. A moan escaped her lips and she began a tedious jerking motion. Her body was hot now and her juice began the outward journey down her lush second joint. Salman's Padre was a man of minuscule talk and all action, which suited the straying wife well. He placed his voluptuous target on the grass under the tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, firm hired hand to address her soundbox. She lay flat on the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single motion, he lifted the Edward Douglas White Jr. saree right wing over the needy housewife's fair and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for safety device. Her wetness surprised the older man and the heat of her goofball only made his hunger flower. He bent and squeeze his thick cock into her imbue pussycat almost immediately. He began the gruelling pumping, first in quick thrusts, which tapered into gasping tiresome ones. His hired hand reached out and gripped her aching breasts, making the flesh quivering. The randy wife writhed under his onslaught and her warmth rose, making her pelvic girdle rising to fill every poking of her onetime lover. The squishy sounds of his putz plundering her cunt filled the silent air and even in that res publica, the horny, two-timing woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not acknowledge however that her own son was peeping and earreach, unseen from a distance, in a land of extreme arousal and excitement.

The previous man's thick cock pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive snatch. The early morning dew soaked the exposed part of the horny housewife's waist, back and legs, which was a lot of her wholesome body at that moment. She lay sprawled on the wet eatage, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the older man whose son had fucked the daylights out of her ravishing body just the previous day. The open air fucking charged her concupiscent body into renewed vigor. Manya raised her hips to meet every single driving force of his with a force that surprised the thickset man. The dick clasping might of the cheating wife below him took the daybreak vigor out of him and in less than five minutes, he was spurting out his seminal fluid, mashing her full white meat savagely. The jet of his cum hit her deep inside and the beautiful cleaning lady got her day's first seed blast in the betimes hours, when she was lying half naked in the parkland, obscenely surrendering her lush, horny body to Salman's father, while many other housewives were taking spanking walk of life less than twenty cadence away.

As the old man rose from the sexy body he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any possible danger. Sensing none, he whispered to the fair sex he had just fucked that he would leave first and she could give a five minute lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to cumulate her clothes over her wet second joint. The sari was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The moist saree stuck to the curves of her ass, causing a very arousing crack. From a distance of twenty dollar bill meter, partially hide out, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously sexy and positively vulgar at that time of the first light, with the birds chirping around her. Her trunk looked so practice and incongruous with the saucy surroundings with all the damp filth on her. He did not see her getting her day's first fucking, but he could hear it. He remained in his vantage position even after Salman's father had left. He saw his sexy female parent adjust her saree and recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of the parking area and move towards the tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a legal brief discourse after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the extramarital woman with Salman. Deen could only see a region of the aspect behind the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and deflect her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi upright pose. He was on his knee, making thrusting movements, prompting Deen to imagine that his luxurious female parent was on all fours, getting fucked doggy stylus by the young stud. This searing unconstraint being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen looney and he began a long and hard jerk of his gumshoe, watching the facial expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his mother. The love was too high and he came much earlier than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into the Dubyuh before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the park home, thinking that it would be effective to reach before his Mom returned from her early on first light adventure. He could distinctly hear Salman call in his female parent a bitch as he rammed into her pussy from posterior. On his return journey he saw many midriff aged women walking around, either with their hubby or their dogs, reveling in the break of day freshness. He gave one concluding sentiment to his own lusty female parent who at that meter was on all quaternion, her luscious ass luxuriously up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a pair of years older than her son. Sensing another erection he went rest home, entered through the open kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched unseen, not very far from the kitchen threshold, waiting for Manya.

Manya's consistency was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the furious fucking given by Salman's young cock. Being a bunny for the second fuck, the son's cock came as a incentive to the sexy wife after the father had pumped and filled her wellspring. Holding her ample coxa and squeezing her swaying dope occasionally the stud spewed his semen into the horny's wife's greedy slit after ten minutes of furious piece of tail. Manya got her day's secondly seed attack from Salman and it was not even half past six in the morning.

Realizing that the parking area would get more crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would allow first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the aphrodisiac fair sex he had just fucked advance and leave slowly. Her apparel were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to her low body, making a very provocative abstract of her well stacked torso. Salman felt she looked titillating in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one full squeeze, making the well fucked married woman squeal in half surprise and half joy. Manya walked right back to her house as steadily as she could, not bothering to look at any of the onlooker. It was a rubber walk of life since daylight had begun to break out. In that dirty, tone down attire, strutting her wellspring exposed ravished body around could receive led to gang rape if it were moonlight instead of morning light. Her walk carried a sluggish sway, imparting a sexy heaving to her pelvic girdle. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to greet Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual show. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden motility towards the housewife's hips with his nose. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a bitch between the well fucked mother's thighs. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in alarm. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said"Don't worry auntie Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

A relieved Manya thanked him and started towards her house. She went around as intended to the kitchen threshold, only to be held by a pair of solid hands. When she saw the milkman, the well used woman was in no situation to answer. Her Son would be up and about and she had to ready them for school.

"Not now. I've got to go ”, she pleaded and broke away from his stiff grasp on her juicy hips.

"When ? ”, inquired the persistent stud poker. Manya was amazed at his pushiness. She realized that he felt she was an gentle, uncoerced lay. The intellection didn't disturb her, though the expanding mountain range of her friend to enshroud milkmen made her a wee bit uneasy.

"Tomorrow ”, she said, freeing herself from him. She could not however prevent him from feeling her up all over her stacked chest and hips for one full min before release. Red in side again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one face at her damp variant, she realized that she needed to modify before attending to her motherly duty of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her chamber, she began stripping off her ashen saree and entered her bedroom to find Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a light kiss on his ear and whispered that it was meter to rouse up.

Binu slowly opened his eyes and saw a fountainhead rounded cleavage staring into his face from a pitch blackness bra and white blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit of his obsession, his female parent's deep and juicy navel. As he rose, it was right in front of his nerve. He began with a inscrutable, too soon morning navel buss, making his sexy female parent squirm once again. When onto his fundament, he kissed her brass and suddenly both mother and son exchanged a promptly lip to lip kiss. A formula had been set.

Giving him 15 bit to be ready for his bath, Manya walked out towards Deen's room to check on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to greet her. He was fresh except for his bathing tub. Deen had to master another rush of blood into his pecker on seeing his mother in a petticoat and blouse again. Her grand belly bore some shekels scrape where the ground had grazed her during those rousing sex academic term. Instinctively he reached out to feel her waist around those soft touch. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the park during my morning walking Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow."Deen was felicitous that she had not lied at least about going to the park.

Like a dutiful mother, Manya prepared breakfast for her two sons over the next one-half an minute and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu phone out for a bath. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and Deen ready to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his legal brief on. The half dressed mother got down to bathing her boy, taking only a fast look at Deen's crotch. He was one-half erect. And Binu was limp. In the path of the bath she got around to soap Binu's genitals. The moment her hand encircled his balls, Binu's pecker shot up in two sec like a snake raising its bonnet. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her son. Binu's pecker remained at broad length during the entire form of the Bath. Manya forced her eye off it, only to take on Deen's surd on jutting out through his Jockey shorts. Both chum were trying to maintain normalcy, though Deen's task was tougher. He watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his brother's cock, in the act of trying to rinse the scoop away. He did not enquire too arduous why it took one entire minute of arc to rinse it away. And now he also found it normal to see his naked brother fiddling with his female parent's exposed navel very often during the session. The aphrodisiacal female parent ended the bathroom and put the lavish off. Deen felt his female parent's digit graze against his cock in a very promiscuous squeeze, but decided that it was by accident. Ushering them out of the bath, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the first light's cheating traces. She felt her pussy mouth puffed up while soaping and a small frisson ran up her spine as she soaped her erect mammilla. The pressure of the mauling given by the horny father and son still lingered on her breast and the hot feel of her son's erect turncock lingered on her prim finger. Her snatch felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to pass off after the severe of fucks to stoke her fervour all over again. Even Deen, as he left the bath knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

Feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedroom, wiping her armpits and abdomen along the way. She allowed her bridge player to linger between her thigh and was beginning to enjoy the warmness, when her son's shout for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without doubt. No having the time to adjudicate on clothes, she slipped on a white petticoat and a ignominious blouse. As usual, she tied the underskirt five inches below her belly button and kept the top two clitoris of her low cut blouse undone. This was as dear as her measure attire whenever hubby was away. She felt devoid and comfortable and didn't have to switch unless she had to go out. She went to the dining region towards two operose dicks, one of which went with a pair of tidal bore hands. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waistline, squeezing the incline and poking her navel at to the lowest degree five clip during the repast. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her younger son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his hair. But it was not fun and games for her slit. A decelerate ardor had started.

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

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

"It's me Sam,"came the reply, much to the sexy female parent's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the door, only to pull away her script from her mound with a start. Sam was with Sanaa. Hastily excusing herself for her appearance Manya ran into the bedroom. Sanaa watched Sam ogling her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a dark blue saree over her petticoat. She was still braless and Sana could clearly make out her pert nipples poking right out of the blouse and through the saree. Sana felt out rightly jealous of the voluptuous older woman. She looked a bundle of sexual energy and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such mentation in her mind, she opened a humble envelope.

For the side by side two hour Deen simply jerked the life out his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from his crotch. He had seen his aphrodisiac Mom getting her titty sucked and crushed by his younger brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her bare, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping snatch to an sexual climax in repulsive hot pants. The final dawdle image of his juicy female parent for his jerk off was of her heaving, voluptuous, fully exposed body being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her vibration knocker, wet case, glistening navel and the sheer bunched up sari barely covering her crotch, flashed in a quick sequence before his baseless eye at the culmination of every frig. With the final image of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely upset rest. He was certain there would be a time when she would manage to talk to her Dad on the phone while some man fucked her brain out doggie panache. He only hoped he would be able to watch her.

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

"The greatest discipline was self discipline ”, she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his normal urges. Manya knew that such urge were rule in son and that it was grave to drive back them because of the possible psychological recoil on them. Moreover she was trusted that he would outgrow his obsession with her body extra time. As a mother she had thick love for her Word and was for certain that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his love, not crave. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this phase. And it only made her feel sexier, dependable and more suitable. There was nil which turned on Manya Sir Thomas More than the knowledge that someone lusted after her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her consistency. The thinking made her a bit concerned about her elder son's normalcy and she decided to take a closer look at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the exhilaration of feeling and sucking his mother's breasts drained him mentally. It was his low brush with his mother in a bare, physical sense. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to pleat his hair and shifted her body down to settle down beside him. She readjusted her saree to continue her backside and thighs and slept with her backbone to her son. She tried unvoiced to sleep but remained a few steps short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her raw shank as it always did, towards her navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her coxa and rested there. Manya could directly find the shock of his dick against her entire and overweight asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's manus moved in and out of her umbilicus in a sluggish fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing hawkshaw and allowed the pleasurable impulses in her navel to engage over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her ass. Its heating and hardness permeated through his shorts and her sheer sari. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock against her inflame asscheeks, but the arouse mother was sure that her ass heat was interacting with his Danton True Young dick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further when she felt his dick throb intensifies wildly. In astonishment she felt her son's shaft pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or driving force from his position. She realized he was dreaming about the plenteous body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The pounding against her ass continued like an automatic motor. Her dreaming son's prick was beating against the aim of his dreams, making the subject of his lusty dream shudder and wiggle against it. Manya stiffened her house asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressure on them. The cramp were followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened the rear of her saree. With a shock the sexy female parent realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to feel the undulation of release ebb out. For five minutes after feeling the live on weak throbbing, Manya remained in that strength to allow her son's soundbox to regain blissful quietus. Dazed, she reached behind and felt the saree around her ass, taking care not to disturb his leg over her defenseless hips. She realized that her saree rode up to the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the cerebration. Her son was indeed on the room access of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the sexy woman smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most love reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and son.

Manya again woke up a little earlier than rule. The advantage of a wellspring fucked body was that eternal sleep enters immediate and deep. It also leaves the dead body quickly once the required sleep is obtained. The impending sunrise moments were also here and now for horniness to dawn on the beautiful married woman. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her articulatio coxae, the grayback having got unfastened. She was austere au naturel on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast asleep, now with his back to her. A straightaway recapitulation of the previous night's event crossed her judgment. The pin-up mother felt herself loaded once again with compassionateness and making love for her son. On nerve impulse, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his slumber to face up her. His middle were still closed. The naked female parent felt an overpowering surge of affection. She gently hugged his brass into her tit and stroked his back, knowing that he was asleep and couldn't sentience her nudeness. Her thinker told her that this could be the last metre she would be hugging her son as a little innocent boy. She wanted to feel and taste the import. She hugged his boylike facial expression into her naked, wide white meat, allowing their unfitness to repress his fount. She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him against her bosom for two full moon arcminute. Satisfied, the nude sculpture mother rose from the bed. As she got up, she thought with a mischievous smiling that she needn't wear a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. lifespan was shifting gears and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early dayspring hotness crept into Manya's advanced 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 enough. Putting on some undergarments, she draped the same shadow blue sari 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 otiose step, the ruttish wife and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing unnumerable adorer on the way exhibiting different grade of lust.

"I can't assistant it if I'm blessed with a lush physical structure ”, she thought ”, as she passed a staring midsection aged man. The man's married woman was sharply dragging her husband away, giving begrime flavour to Manya.

When she entered the Park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana. She had brought her fateful Alsatian dog for a walkway. Manya knew that Sam and Sana were zealous dog lovers and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana sitting on a work bench, holding on to her dog's trey, Manya heaved her aphrodisiac dead body across to her side, feeling many eyes on her disclose waist and upper hips. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their diminished talk, Sana pointed to her dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to mate him soon so that they could engender a lot of puppy for a whole lot of admirer who had asked. Manya looked at the friendly but big dog. His eyes were deep and promising. Sana kept playing with the area around his pinna and he kept raising his head to figure out Sana on her neck and side. It looked like a loving dog.

"Panthera tigris, meet Aunt Manya,"introduced Sana, pointing Manya out to her dog. tiger rose to his pes and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake hands. Manya bent slightly from the judiciary to shake hands. She found Panthera tigris cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's cheek. Though not used to pawl, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful side with his prospicient wet tongue. The tidal bore dog licked the beautiful mother's nerve, thrilled at her willing pass. He ran his tongue all over boldness, forehead, neck, and nose and swept it in one long cam stroke over her full rim. Manya recoiled for a minute, feeling a bustle. Seeing Sana jape, she continued to let Panthera tigris lavish his spit all over her look. Her fount 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 slug my face that tenacious ”, said Sana'a. Sana again felt a wee bit jealous that like her swain Sam, even her dog seemed to prefer the voluptuous wife over her marriageable self. She pulled the dog by its trey, 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 odour. It was a bit strong and different.

Manya chatted with Sana'a for a while longer and decided that she had to get back dwelling. She held Sana'a's deal to say word of farewell and bent to shake hands with Panthera tigris as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulder joint, revealing a Brobdingnagian segmentation right in straw man of the dog's optic. Tiger wasted no metre in giving a sharp poke right in the center of the juicy cleaning lady's cleavage. The voluptuous mother was shocked at the act and felt a shrill bolt of an unspeakable belief in her. Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's hand were close to her foundation and as she took a whole step, the dog also moved to stop her. In the cognitive process, his paw fell on the bottom of her saree, causing Manya to head trip over. The wellspring stacked housewife fell flat on her back with the saree getting swept aside from her front end. Tiger saw a sarcoid target in his new Friend and he pounced onto the lush cleaning woman, licking at her exposed navel point. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping clapper, sending an electric current right through Manya's horny consistency. 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 personify wife as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to turn back the beast. Panthera tigris delved into her navel several times and his knife sent shivers all over Manya's rippling body. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana deplumate 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.

Embarrassed into redness the flushed housewife quickly bade good bye to a still stunned Sanaa and moved out of the park. On the way she heard a guy call out,"lookout out Maam. dog-iron think like us guys. They are always on the look out for a bitch in heat ”.

The man didn't looking like a veritable in the area. But Manya was too helpless to react angrily. She literally ran her way home, her eyes moist with pity. Only after reaching her kitchen door did she stop to relax. Panting, she slowly started to regain her breathing time. The behaviour of the dog outraged the wife, but she realized she felt different. Suddenly she moved her hands to her pussy and felt it through the saree. She was wet.

Her mind worked in all counsel trying to translate her state. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt aroused. She felt like a gripe in warmth. A real bitch. Somebody else also understood that she was in rut. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few days to get his script on the horny married woman, was keeping guard by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering woman and sensed that she needed turncock. 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 underskirt right off her ass. The young scantling repositioned his deary housewife in the touch where he loved fucking her and proceeded to generate her what she loved nearly. Feeling his stiff prick ravaging her pussy doggy stylus, Manya felt like a true bitch at that moment. The thought sent wavelet of pleasure all over her body as a good deal as his steely dick did. Her mind went to the bitch that Panthera tigris would twin 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 fecund pussy gushed out juices strongly to run across the milkman's own spurting peter. It was a mind blowing, frantic first fuck. The eat up womanhood rested her ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the youthful milkman. No speech were exchanged for a few minutes. She watched with the Lapplander grinning as he pushed up his pant and left her front. It was a purely functional, role serving nookie, and the adulterous Manya loved such fucking.

The prison term was still fifteen hour to seven am. Manya had another half an hour at least before her Word awoke. She felt fresh now and memories of the dog's assault on her form were pushed back into her mind. Her saree was still off her dead 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 block to paw over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was bare. Her legs were spread apart in sitting military strength and she looked remarkably comfortable in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the need to incubate herself before Sam of all the mass. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining board. Sam knelt next to the sexy womanhood, his elbow on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her pussy airless ups. There was no way anybody could guess it was her pussy. Sam had made her rap cunt look like the world's expectant 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 lip. Sam responded by kissing her back and held her by her bare hips. His deal rested well below her waist side and he kept squeezing her generous flesh in soft comforting strokes. They looked perfectly matched and at relief with each other, like a husband and married woman going through the aurora newspaper. That was how the watching Deen felt from the side window.

Deen woke up late and missed his Mom's ahead of time jaunt. But he was bang on time to see her getting banged by the milkman and was surprised at her surplus Passion of Christ. He had no estimation regarding the source of her renewed fuck vigor.

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruit of their previous day's labor. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty female parent and Deen could see that Manya was becoming witting of his growing law of proximity. She felt Sam's familiar handwriting once again notice her kitty-cat and that really enhanced her comfortableness level. She kept looking at the pictures of her lewdly circularise twat, thanking herself that she didn't wear any ring. It would have revealed her personal identity from the way in which her fingerbreadth were opening up her juicy bitch in the snaps. All along Sam kept fingering her pussy. Even her sighs and moan came by themselves and the distich slowly slid into a reclining attitude. Manya rested her head back against the room access and spread her thighs wider to sacrifice freer access to Sam's cupping hand. He manipulated her pussycat without stopping. Manya's vesica was full because she hadn't taken a pee before her morning walk. Now with all the relief of her spiritualist lover, the pressing began to build up to near unmanageable levels.

She gasped at his fortuity and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His fingers got busier and busier with the corneous wife's pussy. Each shot of his raised her indigence to bursting levels. She felt she would pee any import. But the moment never came. The loaded feeling persisted but the corneous wife could not release her urine. The relentless stroking of Sam on her slit thwarted the catamenia. Instead her kitty-cat got swollen and wet with tiptop charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's deal, her font wearing an agonize look that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no further clip. He replaced his fingers with his shaft, stretching Manya outside the door right hand on the ground. Deen felt his mother looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the ground, her rose hip heaving and her pussy swollen with the combined need to piss and get fucked. Sam poked her outer pussy with his fingerbreadth as if to examine the rampart. Manya burst out into uncontrollable cocksucker, 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.

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

The lusty female parent was in distraint."Do something Sam ”, she begged, looking beautifully helpless on the footing, writhing in lust, her manpower crushing her breasts.

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

The depraved woman could choose it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his cock dragged him right on to her heaving, epicurean torso. She roughly positioned his toilsome cock right at the entryway of her dripping snatch. She arched her heated articulatio coxae up and forced an entry for his cock, rotating her hips greedily to allow his essence to slump into her slash. She took his hands and placed them on her heaving breasts and forced him to vanquish the quivering mounds. Making guttural sounds that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly sex 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 thirster. He began rotating his articulatio coxae and started a slow fucking to feel the inside of her simmering puss 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 cycle. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.

Manya's cattiness was elevated even though Sam took her pussy missional style. Both the adolescent could see the lustfulness contortioned grimace of the beautiful woman as her wholesome organic structure got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every stroke of Sam's dick felt like it was hitting against a water bed. Manya's horny dead body bounced and heaved at every poke in the early hours. Sam pounded with importunity to withdraw the sexy wife to a much needed orgasm. The sexual climax washed her interior thoroughly and she felt Sam's cock jet at the Sami time. With a lusty moan, she took out Sam's cock from her puss and placed it above her face, taking the to the full blast on her eyes, nose, lips and impertinence. She licked the fluids wherever her tongue could attain and released his pecker only when it turned fully hitch. Giving it a kiss with a moan, she fell back on her back again in exhaustion. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the endorsement time during that torrid roll in the hay session.

Suddenly, before the oculus of the two teenager, Manya began to pee. She had lost it. The flow came tacky and steady and burst out like a slew stream. Sam watched in amazement and wished that he had brought his photographic camera to cap this erotic moment. For a full two minutes, the horny womanhood let out all the accumulate fluids, clutching her abdomen during the act. She was still spread out on the trading floor, the pee collecting itself around the reverse V between her thighs. It formed a small pool. With her beautiful, homely grimace and well fucked body, Deen felt his mother looked like a true up slut. A lovable adulteress. But she looked beautiful to him. His well stacked nymph mom always looked beautiful when she was getting fucked.

Deen rushed into his john after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the sentence and rose from the footing gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this face on his best-loved 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 go stroke before departing. It felt dainty 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 Son 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 seminal fluid discharge in his pant. 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 twosome of hugs more than requirement to assure him and even placed his bridge player around her waist when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her breasts to bear upon the back of his head several times in the row of the meal, with and without reason. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy ego and before leaving for school, gave his trademark squeeze and kiss to his full-bosomed 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 social class 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 youthful brother. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and snog her while Deen would hardly ever touch on her or even discourse with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually normal. She remembered suddenly that the son who were balling her were around Deen's age or a little aged. The thought made her shiver and shift. If she could be a part of Binu's sexual uncovering, then she found no reason why Deen should be left out. She decided to bestow him out of his eggshell that morning.

fifteen minutes after breakfast, Manya called out,

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

The surprised teen was caught of safeguard, but he agreed. He was wearing only his trunks and nothing else as he came out to the living way. His female parent had removed her saree and blouse. Wearing a bra and petticoat she stood before him with two towels in mitt. Manya began her little plot by saying that the oil would throw her underskirt damp. She wrapped the shortsighted towel around her pelvis and removed the petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her thorax. The beautiful female parent saw her son staring at her thigh and white meat alternatively. The towel came to about thigh length, exposing her golden, well toned thighs. Her nipple were clearly outlined through the tenuous cotton towel across her titty. She presented an air of extreme physical informality. The horny female parent noted that the effect was not lost on her son. His young cock tented his shortstop already.

Manya lay flat on the story on her vertebral column and handed a bottle of oil to her staring son. In a balmy trance, Deen opened the feeding 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 laurel wreath together and ran them along his mother's calves and feet first. They felt good and well toned. The figure of his female parent's sura was dainty and they looked sublimely graceful. They felt elegant too to the worshipful hands of her son. Deen's hands went past her articulatio genus to give her glorious, fleshy second joint. He paused for a second here to pour some more oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out mother. The horny char opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her thigh. Deen kneaded the flesh of her second joint, allowing the oil to diffuse and get absorbed. They felt electric and charged. His mother's thighs felt like pillars of flesh carved out of banana tree 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 cunt. 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 second joint. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual stimulation. She had to take tending not to show it, but her organic structure betrayed her. Every time her son's fingers brushed deeper into her inner thighs, her thighs quivered in response. She kept her eyes closed but her rim trembled enough to tell the tale to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no choice but to massage her. He continued his teasing tactual sensation, using both fingers and ribbon to administer some firm groping touches on her inner area. He was getting perilously close to her pussy. His dick was hard at the very get-go and now it was threatening to burst out of his short circuit. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother's belly.

The sexy female parent gasped as her son's helping hand oiled her stomach and waist. She felt them roam all over her creamy soma and sighed when she felt him pour a few drop cloth of oil into her deep navel and use his finger to diddle it. Deen heard his mother's groan and sighs all through this erotic massage. He was finding it as irrepressible as her. He lingered lovingly around her lower belly and could see as he stroked her figure 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 decoration 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 au naturel back to her son."Do my back now Deen ”, she moaned huskily.

Deen took one look at his female parent. Her entire back was exposed right up to her butt crack. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hand to massage, he was sure he would be forced to impact her pussy. He could see the sides of her full knocker as they pressed against the floor. Her hands were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the surface area and softness. His female parent had a very delectable soundbox. He felt he was favourable to be capable to service her in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His hands also constantly touched the side of her white meat whenever he tried to massage her sides. He lovingly reached into her armpit 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 work 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 relief of her creamy soundbox was all his for squeezing. At one stage Deen had to sit at the base of her asscheeks in monastic order to be able to massage her back properly. When he did so, his cock came into organise contact with the downright base of her ass, not even an in from her dripping cunt. He massaged away at her spine and as he did so, his pelvic region moved to and fro against Manya's lower ass bringing his hammer into periodic impinging with her pussy entryway. It was a searingly arousing tangency both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed not to depict it because her look was down on the level. Deen noticed his female parent's asscheeks squirm and realized that she was fully in passion. He slowly reduced the pressure of his massaging which in turn reduced the pressure of his dick on her outer cunt. 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 cunt by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the gist on her Loretta Young son. She didn't forethought if he fucked her. She realized that he was normal after all and that delight her.

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 dashing hopes. 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 nude mother's back and without letting her see his hard on, rushed out of the room.

Manya got up slowly with a mingle signified of dashing hopes 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 outcome 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 box of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his bedchamber window. She could see him transfixed to the berth, his middle on her. With a commencement she understood the position. Her elderberry bush son loved to observe 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 elbow room with a deliberate, sensual sway of her pelvis. The towel was almost falling off her full pelvis by the time she reached her bedroom door. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving Deen an unhampered view of her full titty. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their floor and English. They jiggled sexily at her sudden turn, making Deen's eyes pop out. He had seen his mother's breasts in all variety of custody 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 George Walker Bush and it required a childlike jerk for it to flow off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to come off her lush hips exposing herself in all her gloriole to her son. Her rich fertile bush, her fleshy thigh, her magnificent creamy diaphragm, her well endowed bust, her erect nipples and her horny face were all out in display for the undivided eye of her make love son. It was an awful flood lamp of lecherousness that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the same clock time. She felt a oceanic abyss waiver within herself that told her that her erotic journey was now comprehensive. Well, almost, thought the sex crazed wife to her. Manya allowed Deen to banquet on her voluptuous body for one good min before walking nude into her chamber and Bath. Deen saw her nude painting, to the full asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his putz, Deen wondered why he was so aroused. He had seen his mother getting fucked into obliviousness, not once but various meter in the most salacious postures. That body held no novelty for him but just now he felt he was looking at her all over again for the number one time.

"Could it be,"he wondered with a seismic disturbance."Could it be that she knew I was peeping. Did she expose herself to me deliberately realizing that I was peeping ?"The thought made him go weak in his human knee. He sat down on his bed, holding his head. His dick was about to signalize a burst. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just that. His curvy, horny Mom was doing the like with her egotistical kitty, in the privacy of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the john storey, her back against the bulwark, and two finger's breadth deep in her drenched snatch. She was breathing heavily. Her climax was long and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off ardor within her which were wild, different and more mighty than ever before. The flood of juice in her pubes had an unmanageable charge about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she reached up and turned on the shower. The steadily soaker hit her with a stroking force on her breasts, articulatio coxae, George Walker Bush and thighs. For a good ten minute the horny mother let her physical structure take in the poise exhibitor before getting down to the dangerous business of cleaning the oil off her ripe trunk. As she soaped and cleaned her curves, she shivered in the computer storage of her son Deen's hands on her trunk. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and thigh. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his Edward Young dick on them through the thin towel.

It took the beautiful char another one-half hour to dampen herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bath and into the bedchamber, wiping herself in the summons. The sleeping accommodation door was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it stay on that way, knowing that Deen would not barge in without announcement. Her body had never felt more cared for and attended. With two Logos showering their attention on it, it glowed, making her feel happier than ever before. It also made the buxom female parent hornier than ever before.

Manya's loin were now in a incessant venting mode. The juice always oozed now. Only their vim was decided by the spot. With sex fully in her judgement, she decided to lie down for a piece and cool off. Naked, she slid her juicy body under the masking and tried to catch some Z's. Her paw automatically rested on her pussy knoll, the fingerbreadth stroking the lip lightly.

In the other room, Deen ranted about as he neared his third ejaculation. His integral bed flat solid was smeared with cum. In the course of three jerk offs, he had visualized his female parent's horny body in all potential berth of ravishment, use and insult. She had screamed and cried in his imagination as rooster after cock ploughed into her greedy pussy and script after hand mauled her well stacked body. His final image of his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched fair sex, sprawled naked on the floor, her cheek coated with sperm and her aphrodisiacal consistency heaving about wantonly in the final stage of coming. Even after ejaculation he could still feel the remnant of the touch of Manya's fleshy, heated physical structure in his palms.

The buzzer rang fifteen mo later and Deen ran to open up 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 logic gate with me. Where's Mom ”, he enquired, his center turning towards his mother's bedroom.

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

Binu walked into the sleeping accommodation calling out for his Mom. He paused for a patch at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the sight of his half at rest Mom. The bed piece of paper had slipped partly down at her pectus, revealing one juicy white meat fully. The other one was also exposed fully except for her pap. He could make out that his female parent had one hand around her lower abdomen. Her breast rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully naked ”, thought the new son.

decision making 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 mild impingement. But her eyes were still closed. Binu gazed at her adorable nerve, proud of her lulu. Instinctively he kissed his mother again on her center 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 brass about to kiss her cheek."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him osculate her. Her hand which was around her pussy began its own slack movement in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very slowly moved his back talk down to her sassing for their customary peck. Coming out of sleep, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouthpiece slightly to run across her son's lips. Binu accepted her oblation eagerly. Mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her tongue into Binu's oral cavity in a provisional geographic expedition. It was the first time that they had an exploratory candy 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 bed sheet slipped right off her pectus, 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 rightfulness to breastfeed and caress her knocker when exposed and he utilized this opportunity. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her aright tit. Manya kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed, her deal delving into her moist kitty under the covers. Even as her rousing rose, she couldn't help marveling at the ease and skill with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the Saami fourth dimension. He seemed an excellent kisser. The similitude pressures were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist, began to realize in heating. She realized the motivation 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 sartor Abdul and his son have come to see you,"announced Binu, giving his mother's breast a final, voiced squeeze.

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

"pestilence ”, she laughed and slapped her son on his arse playfully."You're telling me now after so long."One hand was still under the screen and on her kitty when she told Binu,

"i'll be out there in two mo. Tell them to sit down ”.

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

The dressing up was spry since Manya simply slipped into a half-slip and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten years now. He was almost a saintlike old man. Manya felt very comfortable with him. It was when she entered the keep 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 garb because they had to drive her measuring in any vitrine. Three manly oculus 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 at least another half hour.

Manya made some initial modest talk with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen days old. He was a melt off lad with keen eyes and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every time her boob heaved during the talk. She also noticed that the lad's oculus remained fixed on her Brobdingnagian, 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 call down both her hands for Abdul to measure her chest. His dick stroke to attention yet again as the mag tape encircled her fully breasts and jerk concentrated whenever Abdul's brass 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 magnetic tape graced her axilla, back, arms, shoulders and neck. When it came to the neck, she indicated to Abdul to lower the neck by a few inch. Abdul brought the tape with his thumb well past the mid stop of his beautiful client's ripe cleavage and held it for a bit. Manya nodded with a twinkle in her center and Abdul read out the measuring for his dazed son to jot down.

The old tailor then gave the tape recording to his understudy son for taking the petticoat measurement. 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 recording and called out the size. Deen found the kid's reading out his Mom's ass size a very excite and fantastic act. He kept clutching his aching putz and peeped on as the boy circled the tape around his Mom's luscious waist above the belly button.

"lower berth,"he heard his Mom say."Place the tape where I am wearing the underskirt now. Yes… That's the well-fixed position ”.

The horny wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her fleshy gloomy belly for a few seconds as he read out her final measurement. She gasped and that made the fry look up into her face, past her full cleavage, his nerve inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden quiver which went up her body betrayed her arousal. The Padre and son duo finished measuring the sexy female parent's body as her observance, randy son jerked off for the quarter prison term since the morning.

It was while they were leaving and Manya was closing the threshold that Deen saw and heard Binu leaping into the living arena. Binu had missed the shot where Manya was measured up at leisure time 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 uncovered waist to the dining mesa. Deen kept observing the casual manner in which his younger chum kept caressing Manya's waist all the way to the table.

The three of them finished a good meal. While Binu was bore to run out for his cricket his brother and mother were horny and restless. Manya was aroused because of the Brobdingnagian stimulus caused by Deen's massage and the disclosure that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt great in the troupe of her sons, closer and more secure than ever before. She was also confident that every act of theirs was out of pure love life. Even the lust was love driven. Being a erotic love starved woman with a sex starved body, this tending from her sons made her glad. It also made her extremely randy. 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 trunk language. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him to visualize the itchy pussy nestled between those splendid thighs. He noticed light beads of sweat in her cleavage which was one-half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eye showed a distracted look. Deen realized a stage had come where he communicated with her corporal needs very directly. He could smell when she needed a screw just as surely as he could sense when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a respectable fucking.

Both female parent and son were lucky. The answer to their feelings came in the conformation of a birdcall from Prem. He called to rule 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 appointment. He asked Prem to come over and select his mother to the sale, promising to unite them within an hour. She smiled to herself at the thought of being unequalled with Prem for at to the lowest degree 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 rice beer. It made him glad. The appointed time was six in the evening and he had an hour and a half to go through. The brothers left in different directions.

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his preferent bookseller's shop. It was his favorite hunting seat for his sleaze collection. Literature, pictures, and cassettes - the position had it all and the possessor was a favorable, portly middle aged man. Deen walked into the shop which was broad of stand of books and powder magazine. The cassettes were all lined up against the wall. But Deen began looking into the book racks. There were four of them and a enactment separated each one from the other. A somebody on this side of the wheel could not see the one on the other side. While Deen started looking into the incest solicitation, he suddenly heard a lenient discussion from the other side and stiffened when he heard the name ‘ Manya ’. He strained his ears to hitch 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 slit that morning,"came Salman's exclamation.

"Yup, right towards her crotch. I had to confine it back. He must take in loved the smelling 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 incredulity at the mention of the dog."Dad went first. By the time I did it, she was already dripping and spongy. Man, she oozes in gallons ”.

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

"You did that ?"enquire Salman.

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

"She's rampantly Sam. She loves it when I take her like a bitch, on all foursome. But adjacent time I'm going to dip my expression into her juicy kidnapping first ”.

"Do that and she's your trollop forever ”.

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

"Oh, she'll take us both slowly. 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 lap 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 perfume. And Manya will necessitate it. I know for sure she'll get it on it too. She's weirdo for peter in any form ”.

"Fuck, god dam slut ”, hissed Salman."This talk is making me ruttish Sam."

"You bet. And Sana told me that your Alsatian gave aunt Manya a farsighted and thoroughgoing licking all over her fount and belly ”.

"Belly ! My goodness. I can't subscribe this anymore. I need to either ass or saccade off. Let's get the hell out of here ”.

The KO'd Deen heard his two friends rush out of the store. Their public lecture and the disclosure about his Mom's doggie adventure shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme horniness and utter depravation injected a overbold wave of voyeuristic frisson 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 pecker 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 ahead of time that morning. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

"If requirement, i'll whirl to take her for a morning walk tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would make its approach,"he thought to himself. His mind went back to his horny mother and he wondered what was happening in the house.

What was happening in the menage was totally in tune with Deen's first moment. The bit the horny Manya opened the doorway to let Prem in ; the nestling immediately understood her nation. There was no Good Book exchanged for the adjacent fifteen second. They rushed into the skinny room which was Deen's bedroom and the two hot torso entwined and mated with animate being hungriness and energy. Manya moaned without a severance as the youngster's hands mauled her hips, breasts, stomach and second joint with a persistence that raised her heated body to daze floor of desire. They were naked within arcminute and were soon pumping into each other like perfective organic structure mates. Manya lifted her retentive peg and wrapped them around Prem's pelvic girdle as he pumped hotly in and out of her boiling, two-timing pussy. Each time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiate but her sexual desire was on a rising curve. The beautiful mother was turning into demons that could die for hammer. Prem rammed his dick into her greedy cunt and Manya's clasping cunt muscular tissue propelled him into initiating sharp violent stab which made the sonsie housewife's body shingle. Her boob shook like two beautiful ripe mangoes on a branch. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both mitt, much to Manya's shrieking delight. His pecker made squishy speech sound as it pumped the pit out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping puss. The accumulated horniness of the sex starved wife found violent construction as her hips rose in rhythm to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his book binding and urged him,"shtup me Prem. screwing me severe and deep. Aaaaaaaahh…."her voice trailed as Prem proceeded to give her cunt an absolute piece of tail. Manya gasped with each stiff apoplexy 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 untested lover sweated profusely and the sudor flew from Prem's hair to spray her look. Manya's face assumed contorted face of surcharged lust. She was being balled by her favorite lover and she gave herself in completely to his strong deal and stronger dick. Her interior were being ravaged with barbarian consistency. The walls of her puss were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into mush by Prem's cannon like thrusts. She was gradually reaching yet another mind blowing cock induced orgasm. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her knocker getting crushed against his chest, while her dentition dug into his neck. Prem held his friend's horny female parent by her ample hips as she clung to him and rammed his final thrusts before spurting out hotly into her sensory pussy. Their mutual orgasm lasted a full moon two minutes. Manya's fertile pussy was flooded with uncounted spurts of her unseasoned lover's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to let go him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her kitty 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 backtalk, long and recondite. She used her intact backtalk on his and the mildly heaving Prem, feasted on the beautiful female parent's oral fissure. Their backtalk and lingua remained locked for a full five minutes, during which sentence they slurped and slurped on each other's succus. Occasional gasps and murmur vowel escaped the mouth of the lusty housewife as she succeeded in keeping her young lover's shaft firmly lodged in her impertinently fucked pussycat. Taking her back talk slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's center. 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 glowing in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her eye. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full moon of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that billet for another five arcminute. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual bout was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his sleeping accommodation windowpane, through a gap in the drapery. And he was a violent, jerk, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his mother and full friend remained entwined. His mother's second joint were spread and still wrapped around Prem's hips. Their abdomens were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty tits. Manya's infantry pressed into Prem's naked buttocks. Their faces were a little apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful facial expression around her cheeks, ear and nose, occasionally tracing blood 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 trounce her entire knocker. She felt very close to him. He seemed to fuck and care for her. Her thoughts went to the fact that he was Deen's age. It thrilled her to realize that boys her son's age found her so worthy. She smiled happily to herself and her thoughts suddenly turned towards the one prospect that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she'd ask Prem.

"Prem,"she said, gently caressing his read/write head, as it rested on her luscious cleavage.

"Mmmmm, yes, aunty Manya,"mumbled Prem, encircling her right pap with his lips.

The act made Manya's trunk stir warmly. His peter was still buried in her plume kitty, at about three quarters of its entire duration. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband's organ. Readjusting her pelvis to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a picayune worried about Deen."She of course of action did not acknowledge that her son Deen was listening to the integral talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his gens was being mentioned. He pricked his ear and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best admirer 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 o.k. Prem"?

"Fully fine ? What's that supposed to stand for,"asked Prem again, this time nibbling surd at Manya's redress nipple.

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

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

"It's a touch sensation that I get of previous. He doesn't show the urges of male child his age ”.

"Now why would he show those urge before you, his mother, aunty Manya ”, asked Prem.

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

"I should have known your ability, I'm sorry. mother's eye misses nada,"smiled Prem, slipping his rightfield manus down to squash 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 early booster. 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 gumption, like you are ”, she murmured, running her fingerbreadth 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 lady of the house, her vocalisation trying to stifle the gasp that escaped when Prem bit her nipple.

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

"Noooo ”, wailed Manya as she held on strongly with her wooden leg around his hips."Remain inside. We'll talk like this. She blushed sexily as she said so. Her peeping son was bewildered by his female parent's out rightly wanton behavior.

"DOE he jack off like all good for you boys and saucer girlfriend,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's center."You are his best supporter, separate me ”.

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

"Now isn't that odd or maybe queer ”, suggested Manya with a headache melodic phrase on her forehead.

Prem kissed her forehead and cupped her human face in his manus saying,"No guy would involve to attend at or discuss girl 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 soundbox whole day, why would he call for another little girl ? Besides, which girl has your ripe, wholesome consistence ?"

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

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

"Oh come on Aunt Manya, if I was in his shoes, even I wouldn't feeling at another girl. I would never possess been able-bodied to get enough of you ”, said Prem, watching Manya blush again.

"Really,"teased Manya."And beg what you would deliver done my dear. Jerked off peeping on me in the Bath ?"

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

His words sent a wave of frisson into the housewife's physical structure. She felt her cunt rampart try to buckle at his semi erect creature 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 induce fucked you out of your genius whenever Dad was away Mom ”, said Prem, in a spokesperson imitating Deen's.

Manya turned hot and red when she heard Prem talking in Deen's interpreter. Her bitch 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.

"doe Mom turn you on so practically Deen"she asked, as if talking to Deen.

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

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

Outside the window, Deen felt like his lump were going to explode. This had crossed his wildest imagery. It was the wildest convergence of the mutual horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving expression to it in the arrant, most erotic manner possible. She was fucking his adept Friend as a surrogate. His mother was crossing the lastly frontier towards incest. But the heavy thing about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the voyeur loved it all the more. Thomas More than fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his mother talk about fucking him. It was wilder than the real number thing, at least 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 substantive ass."

"Only"?

"No Mom,"your ass, titty, 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 unhurt act.

Manya could now feel Prem's cock prodding at the wall of her puss in mini thrusts. Her slit oozed juices and they streamed rectify out onto her inner thighs. This was the wildest magical spell of lubrication in her sex life. She felt her head rick 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 font in Prem.

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

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

"Yes Mom,"he went on, trying harder now to mimic Deen's voice. He began a deadening motion thrusting into his estimable friend'mother, making trusted that the tip of his cock caressed her pinkish pussy wall teasingly.

"Aaaaahh, mmmmmmm, Deen ”, wailed Manya."testament you fuck me now darling ”, she pleaded hornily, her hands buckle 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 pecker. It was never as wet in all the times they had fucked. He felt his dick bathed in her over dispatch fluids. The turned on housewife was quivering and moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his chest into her broad, sweaty titty. Manya felt hot and she was trembling with extreme desire.

"I will Mom. I am…"He grunted, suddenly removing the whole distance of his steely dick and thrusting it right into the horny female parent's steamy goofball in one motion.

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the cock hungry mother, delirious with lust. Her pussy, second joint and coxa responded with awakened incestuous vigor. She heaved her rose hip upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the youth studhorse. She opened and closed the clasp of her fleshy thighs against his hips in a wanton showing of extreme point arousal.

"Fuck me Deen, fuck me hard dear. Fuck me like you always wanted.

Deen's nous was reeling and his heart was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to set out with. He saw an indocile man, drear and right, manhandle his beautiful mother, pump into her pussy roughly, mash her fleshy body all over and finally spew his hot cum late inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't psyche going through it with her son in the planetary house made his heart beat faster with the realization that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. Worse still, she simply loved getting fucked like a squawk. While on all quaternity, with the grocer's hard dick pistoning in and out of her randy twat, she hardly looked the enjoy Mom who cared for him and his short brother. Nor did she look like the mysterious tantalization that coaxed and cajoled his tool into radical strong erecting with her revealing trend of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every inch a horny slut who craved loud and adulterous sex and loved only those things that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his shock turned to awe, his contempt turned to understanding and his jealousy turned to hunger. His young brain related her behavior to the unfitness and foul behavior of his drunk father, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and luscious mantrap like his Mom in his animation. The pile of her shameless raptus while getting fucked royally by a stranger only served to take a crap him take in the wide-cut voltage of his beautiful mother's sex and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His heart reached out compassionately towards his mother with a soft corner. So did his tool - with a hard on.

Suddenly in one blue-belly apparent motion, he clutched his burgeoning hammer and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in less than twenty dollar bill shot - so powerful was his billow of Passion of Christ for his sexy Mom. Even after interjection his dick merely registered a pause but not a droop. He quickly resumed his dick pumping and this sentence the icon of the grocer balling his cock hungry mother were to a greater extent vivid and telling. With compeer intensity he spewed his spermatozoan all around him in the toilet, gasping at the monolithic arousal that had beset him. As he relaxed he realized that he related to his beautiful mother more than ever before. He desired to see her happy. He loved to see her glow and satisfied. He loved to see her getting fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the aliveness room. He was in metre to see his well fucked Mom trudge slowly into the sleeping accommodation with just her flimsy blouse on, holding her sheer sari in one script. Her asscheeks shook and swayed as she walked, making his mouth water."Now those full cheeks could do with some rough in treatment ”, he empathized. He also wondered how his Mom would take to a phone spanking by his Dad in case he found out that his beautiful, suitable wife was indeed a sex crazed vixen.

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

"Oh yes ”, he must have finished his bathtub, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her sari around her well ravished form for about the fourth fourth dimension of the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiousness and waited until she had almost finished wearing her saree and just when she was tying the slub in front of her shapely midriff, six inches below her tantalizing bellybutton, he walked into the elbow room, calling out her figure. Manya didn't get a starting. Instead she continued wearing her saree and completed tucking in the knot and adjusted the front of her saree. The top of her saree was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy articulatio humeri. Her nipples still peeked through the transparent blouse and sari, but that didn't matter. Her present exposure was section of subroutine as far as her son was concerned and she was quite sure that it didn't bother Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lucullan organic structure with a new sensation of appraisal. He now saw her as a fleshy object too, that at metre could consider off into uncontrollable and wildly aroused behavior. His centre never left her generous coxa. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's heart and saw some ministration and contentment. Strangely that looks in her eyes turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing looking at a remarkably arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's typeface. It was the tone of a freshly fucked woman. A freshly fucked mother of two Whitney Moore Young Jr. and corneous sons.

Manya had no sentence to dampen herself and while sitting across the table with Deen, she wondered how her young son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his female parent was getting mercilessly balled by a stranger. But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie posture, like a true bitch. Both Mom and son had sex on their intellect when the doorbell rang. It was Binu, her new son. Manya rose to spread out the door and once again Deen got the prize view of her ass, rolling along with his female parent's step, with each cheek rubbing sexily against the early, with the solid drive clearly discernible through the semi transparent sari. Binu gave his impertinently fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the threshold. He smothered her still sweaty body with his weapon and reached out to get his habitual feel of her juicy navel. He was a bit surprised at its moistness. Even her human face smelt different when he kissed her impertinence. The olfactory property was not just different. It was more agitate. And his peter endorsed his thoughts by pressing hard into his gorgeous Mom's piano and astray belly. That made Manya tighten a bit but then she had seen his erecting before and allowed it as part of growing up. What worried her was that Deen showed a mindset different from Binu. He was retiring, soft and closed. He was not forcible like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his intellectual nourishment right away and gulped it down in less than five instant. All three rose after lunch to sack out for a calorie-free afternoon nap. Deen slept in his room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's swaying ass into her room and onto her bed. This was quite formula for the two. She settled her scantily clad ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her saree fell off her shoulder but Manya didn't bother to adjust it since she was going to lie down. Her nipples came into straighten out view of Binu's eyes and even this was an mundane affair. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may have had something to do with her consistency scent he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electrical energy menses between them. He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, wide-cut belly and stroked the flesh lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her boozer ass was pressed hard against his genitalia. He was wearing just his shorts without any underwear and this was aught new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his father was away and right through the night, he would squeeze her all over, especially her hips, asscheeks and belly. His favorite fleck however, was her deeply belly button. Manya allowed him to trifle around, with the confidence that it was simply a childlike fascination which he would soon overcome. Play around he did, but quite energetically. He would plant life a series of wet kisses all around her belly, concentrating on the area around her navel. He would piece, slug and gas into that juicy navel, showering all his warmheartedness into its enticing profundity. He did that all the time, at least twice a day and more if the spot permitted. He would continue his amorous act until he heard his Mom's long and aroused moan. She would not escape from him off but it was a signal to him that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a womanhood starved of cuddling, Manya actually enjoyed all this physical display of harmless affection from her young son. There were a few social function when she was not sure about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly congratulate her ass, especially when she was dressed in a saree without a petticoat. He would swat and knead it quite freely and even make her squeal with his surprise cash advance on her lush posterior. Gradually she grew to like it, even look forward to these gropes and tone. They added to her sense of being wanted and enhanced her desirability stratum. At times she suspected him of having definite sexual overtones in his actions. Those were the second when he would run his fingerbreadth up and down her asscrack, generate her a big hug from rear and a longsighted kiss on her down in the mouth cheek, dangerously close to her total lips. She would feel an heartbeat moistening in her loins but recover quickly enough to dismiss it off as adolescent behavior.

She did at time hope that Binu would not be so brazen and physical with her. After all he was just twelve yr old. And he did not manage that his legal action were being observed rather curiously by his senior Brother Deen. That afternoon, Deen realized that his voluptuary female parent had gone to rest without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex Roger Sessions with the grocer. Her soundbox must be certainly reeking of the combined body fluids of the sour grocer and his reasonable mother. He also realized with a pounding heart that her unwashed kitty must be still nestling a secure sum of money of his copious sacking. He marveled at her behavior and position and was wondering how prosperous Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right after her torrid session. fiddling did he screw that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to revel in her unlawful delight for as long as she could, deriving the utmost satisfaction from spirit's little adventures.

Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to chaffer one of his classmate and he looked into his Mom's chamber to inform her. This time he stood still in amazement. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her hip with his redress leg thrown across them. Her saree rode right above her thighs, displaying their ample well curved shape and the garment stopped just a couple of column inch below her pussycat backtalk. He couldn't see the back talk but Binu's sleeping descriptor fully embraced his female parent, with his putz thrusting through his boxershorts just at the top of her ample, exposed thigh. Manya's belly and navel were fully marginal and open. The saree around her shank had dipped to extra low levels in the form of her eternal rest. There was just a 4 inch covert of sheer garment above her slit. Every other inch of her delectably fleshy midriff lay give like a well laid out fiesta. Binu's headland was buried in her full titty, his wind digging right into her creamy segmentation. Both were gone and the pose, supposedly a female parent son sleeping bearing, looked anything but non sexual. Incredibly it was absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu's insistent fondling and navel fondling, Manya was never subjected to any sexual encroachment. At least not from Binu. But looking at them lying in airless marriage, Deen felt that familiar tug in his groyne. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their apparent peace and calm. His horny Mom, after her torrid fuck had shifted gears and was lying semitrailer nude statue in her 12 year old son's sleepy embrace with his head nuzzling her melon like knocker, his shaft pressed against her private parts and with his legs drawing her full moon hip into himself in a possessive storage area. The wad was beautiful, strangely erotic and rundle of the absolutely physical channels of communication which both female parent and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to upset their cloud nine, he left the elbow room and house and walked across to his class fellow Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her souse dead body. She looked down to see her little son Binu's straits cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his close leg embracing around her full hips. She still felt horny after the grocer instalment and now, looking at the genitive case clutch of her younger son on her almost naked body, she wriggled her pelvic arch slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn't display this grade of physical proximity. Slowly she moved Binu's leg away and tried to rise. She felt Binu's sleeve encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up. She found him very cute, even though his hands encircled her lower abdomen, just a few inches above her Bush. She looked down to notice that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her bush with her entire soundbox above and below fully exposed. A shudder dig through her lustful body as the naughty, exhibitionistic side of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's drowsy travelling bag, she moved out of the bed into the bathroom. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of dismission all over her eubstance. She reached out for the handwriting exhibitor to wash off her insides after peeing, but suddenly for some reason, she placed the hand exhibitioner back and allowed herself to remain unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remainder of her psyche blowing two fuck instalment deep that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to visit his supporter Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to play his daily evening cricket. She hoped Deen would germinate an interest in sport like Prem and ramp up his habitus too. Manya wished her sons were also lissome, unattackable and well built like Prem. Binu had potential difference but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making deep brown the horny housewife smacked her lips and looked at herself. Her dress were still crumpled and her hair quite disheveled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a underskirt. Around her ass, the saree developed wrinkles, giving those cheeks a well fondled kayoed show. Manya's ass globes twitched at the much thought. The grocer's cuddling had been fleshly and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but repetitive squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting nothing in return, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's female friends openly admired her ass and even made their green-eyed monster obvious. They said it was extra full-of-the-moon, jiggly and could labor a saint to intimate insaneness with their high gear rise bounce. She tended to agree with them. Her keister did irrupt out disproportionately from her rather ample hips and what made the ass more prominent was her hanker and flawless waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's singular gift. Her shank and ass fed off each other's glory. Manya felt rather proud of her ass asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the onlooker's eye through her belly and articulatio coxae. And she did that with a retribution. She was a amercement while of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Midway through her coffee fashioning she heard the bell ring again. Feeling no ostensible threat to her under dressed appearing since hubby was due only after half past six, she shifted her voluptuous body across to answer the doorway, with her left hired hand again fingering her puss mound up to the terminal 2d. On opening the room access she saw her Cousin Dan's immense form with the arrogant case. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one fourth dimension supposed to tie Dan but considered him too crude and arrogant. The arrogance came from his wealth but he did not acquire stratum along with his wealth. Now age later, with her new found fascination for crudity, the same Dan began to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's eyes swept over her sexily attired form and rested right between her thighs. His eyes practically bore into that fleshy articulation, lapping up the alien stack of her disconsolate bush and the arousing ‘ V'which formed itself whenever Manya kept them together. He simply lusted after his cousin-german Manya and made no secret of his craving. Overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his onward motion and began to give in - discretely to begin with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a give birth hug, his massive coat of arms enveloping her consistency fully. She could feel her big titty getting crushed against his spacious chest and her excited body started giving in. Suddenly she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for her, Dan had the signified to withdraw, but even he could feel a difference in her trunk scent. Not only was Manya's body riper since his last visit, but she felt and smelled different. But he liked the deviation. Within ten hour Binu entered the elbow room in his cricket gear and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visits were always surprise visit and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive gifts and goodies. After coffee berry, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The instant the doorway clicked shut, Manya felt a strong pair of hand dragging her backwards in a one-half mauling and one-half grabbing hairgrip. It was a associate grip and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six month gap, his pent up lecherousness for his sexy cousin-german burst out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her hips. It lay in a heap on the floor and Dan stared at the ripe and sexy body of his lovely cousin. Her massive butt, her generous coxa and the boilersuit material body feast which seemed to be aching for his heated touch proved too much for him and he simply hurried her into the sleeping accommodation and made her lie on her back, right on her marital bed. Manya's thigh paste in automatic response and she reached out to remove Dan's pant. They were down in a jiffy and Dan wasted no time in placing his rigid 8 in dick at the entrance of his cousin's hot pussycat. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delicious ingress. The jab began in a steady momentum, with their missionary trend relation enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lust aroused, beautiful human face. He simply adored his aphrodisiacal cousin and hated it when she married her wimp of a married man. That weak, pot bellied wino was a gross mismatch for his dynamite first cousin. The opinion made his already blood engorged dick throbbing in encourage foreplay and he thrust deeper into her ever bequeath cunt, reaching deepness that were not reached in a long, long clip. There was no lecture between the two. Their trunk met and their eyes also met in the course of this searing union. Her boldness shifted to unlike levels of lust in tune with his steadily pistoning cock, while his face got wilder and wilder, as if a caged tiger had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated soundbox to higher stages of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding pecker rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet pussy in drawn-out spurts of manly source. Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in frenzy during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an explosive sexual climax with the dual gun trigger ignited. Gasping and feeling her cunt spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her bitch still exerted receding pressure on his slowly deflating prick until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving yearn and deep kiss all over her fret covered face. Manya suddenly felt a tingle as his helping hand came off her bureau, releasing his vice like clutches on her still heaving dummy. This was the way they always acted on firstly sight whenever he came home. No words were spoken. It was simple, plain pumping and Holy Writ would follow later. And ingenious Dan, he always chose the meter when Desh was out of the star sign to make his entry. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the night and also having a drink with Desh.

With the flurry of the first piece of tail with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously distasteful delight all over her body. It was the third base time she got sleep with that day and what she loved most was that all juices were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a beauty enriching incandescence on an otherwise calm and jolly cheek. Not bothering to put on her sari, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to ca-ca some Sir Thomas More coffee bean for them. As she waited for the deep brown to warm up, her hand again drifted towards her just fucked pussy. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the succus mixture in her pussy to pass around all over her soft fingers. She loved the feel of her pussy when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the only time she tried to make Desh eat her pussy by spreading love all over her chthonic realm and dragging his head into her genitalia. Quite to her surprise and alarm, Desh had recoiled and snarled at her, calling her a deviate. She didn't try it again, not with her husband at least.

As she was pouring the coffee into two cupful, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude. She gave him a mischievous smiling when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's heart once again focused straight on her insolent rump and this time certain tenderheartedness overcame him as he reached down to softly rub down and cup it.

"Mmmmmm ”, moaned Manya, feeling a twinkle ignite her voluptuous organic structure once again.

He kneaded her glorious, fleshy backside for nearly a hour, kissing her ear lobe while doing so. Manya loved being held from rump. Her whole body responded to parent caresses and rear initiative almost naturally. Maybe that was one reason why she found it difficult to guard off Binu's uninterrupted rape on her ass. That was one zone she had no dominance over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's prick slowly military press against her au naturel asscheeks. A throb began all over her body, which gained in intensity level when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen table. His now erect dick was probing her full and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a lapin would seem for its hole. Manya was wet in no time again. It was her pussy trickle that drew his hard again cock towards it like a shape magnet. Suddenly cock met cunt and the humping began. Dan's hand now fully cupped a bent Manya's breast while his steely peter carried off from where it left her steamy twat a little while ago. His electric organ stroked recondite and deeper into the horny mother's bitch, making her head bounce off the table with each shot. The penetration was a good deal bass due to the bent position and the thrusts were recollective due to the first surge of lust having already been extinguished during their first fucking. It was a long, dim and more toothsome coupling, but absolutely strong-arm in nature. It was the mating of two soundbox that were custom designed for fucking each other. His six foot full frame mounting her five foot seven inches of extramarital voluptuousness. The adultery added to the warmth of their passionateness and the heat of their copulation made the kitchen mesa shake vigorously. Sounds of their forte screw mingled with the sounds of Ellen Price Wood trembling.

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

His butt naked female parent was bent over the kitchen table with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick cock in and out of her overemotional cunt like a machine. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every hard stroke Dan gave into her lewdly presented cunt. Bent like a cunt, she was taking it from behind and screaming her full-blooded approval every time a thrust found its object. The strait were spongelike with intermittent slaps reverberating through the kitchen each meter Dan's formal slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood transfixed again with his hand taking its inevitable route to his pecker bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing member. With every shot of Dan into Manya's wetly receptive pussy, her son stroked his dick, matching Dan stroke for slash. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his female parent's lecherousness. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's glassed look, marveling at the sexual muscularity it carried.

"Fuck her well, Uncle Dan ”, he muttered to himself as he pumped away at his cock vigorously."spring her a auditory sensation fucking ”, he kept muttering throughout his lusty frig.

Dan and Deen came together, the other into the sluttish kitty of Deen's female parent and the latter into lean air, with just one pearl getting splattered on the kitchen window Zen. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit spate he had been witness to, trying to absorb the day's case. Two different guy had fucked his beautiful, sexy mother and both times she took it like a bitch, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to give the two-timing couple five minutes before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A exclusive day, Deen had witnessed the let loose depravity of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's events, the more obsessed he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristic way. The blood surged in his dick at the persuasion of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The hatful of her pinko, throbbing pussy getting a pounding in the most degrading bearing filled his mind with the sodding emotions of empathy for a housewife in need. He began to connect to her Sir Thomas More and more and even thought that he may like to alleviate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her knowledge so that he could view and revel in the absolutely awesome manner in which she received unvoiced cock.

With these thoughts floating in his mind, he rang the doorbell. Manya opened the threshold herself and gave him a remarkably clean smile. His middle took in her hearty build which looked even more voluptuous than ever before. Her case was brighter than when he left her and her walk was a lot lazier and provocative. Her obtuse step imparted a gumshoe teasing sensuousness to her blanket and fleshy hips, which were rather inadequately covered again by the like sheer blue sari, which had the privilege of hugging her full, well fucked body through dissimilar stagecoach of her illegally extra intimate day today. He could hold bid a million dollars to possess that sari after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the aroma of that sexy saree for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's fetich and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realize that her adultery had won her an immediate comforter and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued form Deen kept caressing his cock until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the living room couch to greet his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the bedroom and followed her with his eyes until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two dyad of oculus went straight towards her hips. Deen saw that she had put on her white petticoat under the blue sky sari and immediately understood that it was fourth dimension for his Dad to go far. The sari however was still well below her rich navel and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally induce a bath and cleanse herself of the house of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in to a lesser extent than thirty minute and acknowledged Dan's presence with a cursory hello. In a near demure way, Manya served snack and coffee for all. Only Deen could feel her inner loathsomeness and he loved her for feeling that way. That naughtiness was going to be the germ of his erotic living.

In less than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottle of Scotch malt whiskey brought by Dan. Desh drank at double the tread of Dan and Dan made no attempt to match the dipsomaniac Desh. Instead his looking always traveled towards Manya's ass and breasts whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his room to study but retain peeping into the keep room where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the minute. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to limit his drinks and Dan nodded, winking at the same time. His buddy Binu also entered the home and a ready dinner followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not ask to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual exchanges were conducted with sum up consensus and apprehension and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to catch some Z's. Though drunk, Desh hugged his wife and asked her to add up to the bedroom, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his way for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An hour later, he heard a rustle and peered from one corner of his bed sheet towards where his parents kip, ensuring that he did not actuate. Desh was in a randy modality and he had already stripped the clothes off his aphrodisiac wife. Manya's just and throbbing body glistened in the partial darkness as her drunken hubby began pawing her tit roughly with both his hands, after positioning himself above her lying form. Manya surrendered with some degree of first moment. Deen could make out his female parent's naked glorification in the trucking rig darkness and deep sucking strait of his Dad suckling his mother's wide breasts like a child could also be heard. Manya's moans were more than out of uncomfortableness than arousal and Deen could make that out in a moment. He knew his Mom's hotness when he saw it. Desh didn't bother to ascertain whether his son was deceased and Manya of course was totally unconcerned either way. In lupus erythematosus than a bit after some speed foreplay, Desh mounted his naked married woman with his son peering in curiosity just a few metrical foot away from them. Deen couldn't make out the dimensions of his Padre's dick, but he saw him try out some emphatic trend which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his oversexed Mom had just begun to moan in arousal. It was all over in a arcminute. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife quivering in frustrated nakedness. Manya continued to lie bare on her back, hired man buried deep into her dripping twat and she may ingest thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not have been more than awake and live to the motivation of his beautiful mother. However he had to simply continue watching and stroking his shaft while his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her check on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's issue. She strode right out of the room in irksome deliberate steps, stark naked and without a care in the human beings. Her broad hips and overweight backside were silhouetted erotically in the extra dim light while her naked tit shone in splendor every fourth dimension some reflected Inner Light from the surface window bounced off them. She was a beauty in hurt and she happened to be his own mother. The beauty was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her hubby's limp dick could only negociate to stoke her lust fires. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her lush, defenseless anatomy disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin to make it. An time of day later, Manya stumbled into the bedroom and Deen watched his well fucked mom case naked properly under the bed sheet. What a day it had been for the horny housewife. And she slept with her hand still caressing her puss hillock and remained in that naked, curve posture until she awoke.

Manya awoke first next sunup and started it as usual with her aurora newsbreak for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the main door dressed just in the Lapp blue transparent sari without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five year old stud milkman was caught unawares by this wanton show. Her defenseless boobs showed clearly in all their glory and her ass was substantially than fully naked. It was just a onionskin, sheer piece of cloth pretending to breed her buxom consistence and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the Milk River and turned around to reveal the awing glory of her full ass to the Earth of one full-of-the-moon minute. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to begin deep brown making in all earnest, still wearing that 1 saree on her well ravished body. Dan had fucked his horny cousin in every conceivable posture the premature Night and together they came at least five prison term. It would have been a day of marathon fucking for any early charwoman, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit gravid in the hip as if some surplus lustfulness still lingered in that well stacked body. She suddenly heard a soft rap on the kitchen windowpane and looked up to see the milkman's young and pollyannaish human face. He had a packet of milk in his handwriting and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen threshold and reached out to use up the parcel. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the Young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this drop, the studhorse tried to entertain the falling lady and he held out both his palms, in the process ending up with both her total, almost naked breast in his hands. Manya felt bolts of electricity shoot through her mamilla as he straightened her. His hand were still on her heaving pinhead and he made no try to remove them. Manya too did not say a word but stood still, allowing the moment to take over. There she stood, naked for all aim, a horny housewife early in the morning, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's hands began to rub down and crush slowly, bringing living into those cumulation and Wave of delight into Manya's lust triggered body. The saree was fighting a mislay battle and slowly fell right off her shoulders, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an in above her Bush, which was clearly visible through the treacherous dingy saree. Manya stood still as the juvenility kept one handwriting in caressing move on her left breast while he ran the powerful one all over her waistline, pelvis, and belly and poked into her bellybutton. His inviolable fingerbreadth reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding his head in her manus and bringing it down for a hot, long and clapper tying candy kiss. His young passion and the shenanigan of the early cockcrow zephyr on her glowing skin may have forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The new milkman understood the noblewoman's state and without any farther postponement, he placed the aroused, almost naked woman of the house on the doorstep of her kitchen with her caput inside, leaving her fleshy, glorious and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her knees kneeling outside the threshold. The studhorse placed himself right behind her lush ass and gave some readying wring to those quivering orb o creamy build. Manya gasped as the position brought about the dormant lust in her like no former posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like a cunt in heating and almost mewled in stimulation as his stiff, young dick began examining its entry road into that seething pussy. A sudden thrust ensued, taking even the wanton lady of the house by surprise with its speed and heartiness. Then thrust after thrust followed at lightning pep pill, almost akin to a dog mating its cunt in the peak of the mating time of year. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her rose hip and his paw reached out to maul her swinging dummy with the vigor of an athlete. It was the sort of pinhead mauling she craved for. It was the sort of fucking she loved most. She was ready to surrender her soul for this quality of fucking. Her wedge stifling of her screams beat back his Passion to further heights as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a licentious thrill to both and more so in Manya's case. She continued to love the furiously paced ramming this stud poker was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his grip and her boobs felt like they would get torn apart from her juicy body. But deep within, her loins, pussy bud and bulwark screamed in delight at this special pounding in the special place, right on the doorstep.

Her audio were only too familiar to her son Deen. Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan's way for a peek. Not finding her there, he thought that she may have decided to take her tenacious postponed bath. Seeing even the john empty, he followed the audio that he began to see and walked right into the kitchen. The animalistic fucking of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise him, but the doggie stylus adopted yet again and the bitch like organic structure language of his well stacked Mom during her licentious liaison stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising lust from behind the icebox as his lovely mother gave herself to this stranger like a wanton bitch in the wee hours of the morning. The stud poker shot his load, Manya screamed her way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own moans as he shot a huge onus of sperm onto the icebox slope. He saw the milkman put his pecker away even as his well fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare level outdoors, while her point rested indoors on the kitchen base. The doorstep supported her aphrodisiacal waist as she lay spread-eagled, breathing heavily from the exertion. Her face wore a smiling of atonement and lying in hat mannerism, with the flimsy saree still bunched up around her hips, she looked a truthful fornicatress. Deen found this slut flavor in his female parent as being aery and closer to nature and truth.

He left the kitchen in a rush when he saw her attempting to get up. He rushed into the lav, knowing that he might be denying his seminal fluid filled mother a chance at the loo. He brought his cock out again and pumped its ruggedness, recollecting the forenoon's depravity. He kept jerking off, the image of his female parent's near bare variety lying on the kitchen verge, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.

female parent Manya on the early hand rose and steadied herself by holding the threshold. She kept the saree bunched around her hips with her left hand holding the garment around her genitalia domain. She looked a ravishing spate as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big form of Dan.

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

"Oh Dan,"whimpered Manya meekly as she allowed him to take hold her by her naked shank and lead him over to the dining table. His custody slipped lour to hold her by the asscheeks and the damp there certainly took him by surprise.

Manya simply allowed Dan to expect on leading her till they reached the dining table. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her full ass and laid her, back down on the table. Manya let him recline her head and back while he had her second joint and wooden leg stretched out of the table. He drew her shapely thighs around his hips and tugged her sari away, divesting himself of his trunks in the unconscious process. Manya was naked and outstretched now, her pleasant-tasting ass resting on the edge of the dining table, with her cousin's dick already testing her cunt entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the hips, and continued to stay on wordless as he lifted her leg and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their torso so close to each former that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this station ?"

"Yes dear. I have to allow by the 8 am flight of stairs and you look eminently fuckable this dawning. What has come over you ?"

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

In that intimate position, the two of them had a long, leisurely fuck, driven by some confidence that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious place. They fucked and fucked, for ten long minutes with his hands squeezing and un squeezing her charged up hips and his laurel wreath occasionally rising to cup and massage her trembling breasts. They looked enceinte together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual wave, beads of lather decorating both their faces. The savage set to kiss his peach for one last time that day. The mantrap accepted his post assault kiss with smiling sexiness. Five instant later she detached herself from his clasp, letting her legs pearl down but still spread them lewdly on the table. Dan bent grass and placed a long, lingering kiss, right on her pussy, making her gasp and moan all over again.

He left her in that naked, well ravished state on her dining table.

Chapter 7

Manya's break of the day had got off to a rousing beginning with two superlative bouts of sex. One was hard and degraded with a Brigham Young he-man, while the former was a gradual, mutually seeking sexual love making session with her cousin. The delicacy of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zone, which was her hip joint and ass software package. The entire flock of build was damp from effort and cum. Her crotch and privileged thighs were completely sticky and an ooze path had formed right down to her stifle. Her pussy had been pulverized since the old morning by four different men and she was feeling full-of-the-moon down there as if it were a depository of sperm, of the dry, tractor trailer dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all kinds. The red-hot mother of two Logos felt deliciously juicy all over and her body ached more out of enjoyable impulses rather than any fatigue. Two explosive fucks in half an hour between fourth to six and one-fourth past six in the dawning was a aspiration for any thirty six year old cleaning woman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply horny as Manya.

She heard no audible sounds of cause in the house early than Dan in his toilet and he would impart any minute now for his flight. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her slit, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after shipment of seed sediment. She began to like this stickiness because it made her experience very aphrodisiacal and did not set aside her to acquire her head off sex. Of former she hated to recollect of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must clean up for the new day. Lying naked on her dining table with a somewhat satisfied glowing all over her soundbox, she kept smiling to herself with her hand around her pussy mound, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to have it the most. Her famous drear saree was lying on a chair next to the table and her optic fell on it. That brought her out of her reverie and suddenly the tot up lewdness of her give State Department struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right hand on her pussy heap, she picked up her sari and threw as much of it around her as possible without any erosion radiation diagram, almost like she was throwing a bed sail around herself. But this being a lot more cobwebby than a bed tack, her wide-cut and glowing body still stood magnificently revealed. Her fountainhead molded and well caressed breasts jiggled with every sexy step she took towards her bedchamber. Her walk was sheer titillating verse in move and befitted the brushing of a master artist. Her consistence was more or less covered but the careless way in which she draped the saree left her total creamy back open right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitors or viewers at that prison term. Two of the visitant had already fucked her half way to heaven. But she was wrong about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth jerk off in the bathroom and came out of the bathroom and prepared to go to his elbow room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't bother to disturb his snoring father. He looked at him and felt almost sorry for him. He felt sorry for his mother too, but there was a conceptual shift in his sentiment in each pillowcase. He tiptoed out of the room rather casually but stooped dead in his running just one step out of the door. What he saw in the livelihood way shocked the senses out of him. His lovely Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman early that morning was bidding parting to her cousin and his uncle. It was the method of leave-taking that was unique for his teen heart. They were both at the master threshold and hugging in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his custody and held Manya, cupping her face fully and lavishing her brass and eyes with long wet buss. Manya kept purring and returning his kisses with her very own juicy unity. Hiding behind the mantle, Deen peeped at the licentious brace with a pounding ticker. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue sari covered her in the most ridiculous fashion, concealing her in persona and revealing her in other portion. From his slant, he could cause out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's hands crept up his female parent's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a near romanticistic way. Her face was still on his face in a luxurious, tenacious natural language exploration, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's cock to yet another province of absolute hardness. Something standardized must have happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her articulatio genus, the action causing her sari to fall right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in front of Dan at their main room access, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mussitate something as his horny mother quickly brought out his dick and gulped it with a greedy moan. For the next few minutes Dan only kept stroking his bursting dick as he watched his mother's head bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's turncock. Her movements gathered speed and his stroke followed case. Deen suddenly looked back in alert at his sleeping father when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the extramarital slew in the keep room, only to see his Mom's head going up and down at angry speed and his uncle's bridge player clutching her pilus and head in a substantial, passionate grip. The whole sight was supremely titillating rightfield up to the moment of Dan's huge departure. Deen saw the gradual retardation of Manya's question over his uncle's shaft accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grasp on his mother's lovely black haired head. The hold was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, naked cousin to her feet and looked at her face which was well covered with his cum. Her mouth, brim, nose and face were coated thickly with his source and she looked fondly into his oculus. Some jet had also landed on her beautiful farsighted hair above her forehead. Their rima oris met again for yet another thick osculation. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trousers and secured his belt mumbling out a commodity bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the main door to result, but after unfastening the door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin-german for one close passionate osculation. Deen saw Uncle Dan snog his nude painting mother at the half subject room access. The sight made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would inscribe the house. The final kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully naked housewife lasted one broad minute before the almost open master room access. It was broken only by the sound of a car emerging out of the neighbour's house. Manya shut the room access on her full cousin hurriedly and grabbed her sari in the same apparent motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing the house rather hushed, she sighed in relief and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the idea of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her intention and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the john and locked himself in. A few minutes later he pretended to level the toilet and walked out of the bathroom as if he had just finished.

He looked into the elbow room and experienced yet another surprisal. Manya was lying in a coiled up spatial relation on the bed, covered fully by the bed sheet. The bed sheet covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her eyes were closed and she was huddled up under the sheet very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping soundbox as was apparent from the abstract she made. Deen saw her blue saree lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a start when he realized that his mom was naked under the covers and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained consistence around his sleeping sire and had already begun to doze. The vision was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful female parent's slyness and sheer abandonment. She knew that her son would emerge from the lavatory but didn't caution. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her first cousin a delicious, wholesome blowjob early in the morning followed by extra passionate farewell kisses in naked wildness before a half open principal threshold. If it wasn't for the auditory sensation of the car, they might deliver grabbed another fast fuck, felt Deen. By now he had come to expect the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could have been the afterglow of two resounding shtup and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep for a good hour, cuddling her naked, well used body up to her heavy sleeping husband. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her hips away from him and looking into his middle. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she was more accustomed to his snarls and curses. philia leaping with a surge of joy, she leaned her head forward to kiss him on his lips. Desh wasn't much of a visage and Manya had to do all the lingua probing. The normally reluctant hubby allowed his wife to ingest over, but only for a piece. For a full two hour, Manya licked and sucked her husband's lips and tongue, tracing wet lines all over his brass too. Desh felt a cathexis run through his body as he realized that his beautiful married woman tasted unknown and dissimilar. He felt her tit under the sheet and encountered their naked halo. He gave a couple of quick squeezes which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to coax an erection out of him world-class affair in the morning. He also knew that she liked to log Z's bare after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their dark's love making. But the moment his married woman reached below to cup his balls through his night clothes, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.

"What happened"?, asked Manya. His jumping out of bed had caused the bed sheet to get disarranged from Manya's lush body and the full right incline of her body, from her subdued toe upwards, past her ample second joint, one wax breast and half her neck opening lay exposed to scrumptious viewing. Manya didn't make an crusade to cut across her incline fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

"I've been called at 10 am to the office and it's already 8 o'clock ”, he grunted.

"But today is the Holi festival and a holiday ”, she stated with a puzzled look.

"The festival of colors is damned, we marketing guys have no holidays ”, he muttered again irritably.

"Ohhh !"sighed Manya in some frustration as she watched her husband make a move into the bath. Her rectify side was still exposed and naked as Desh closed the door without even a glimpse at the tantalizing mannikin of his nude married woman under the covers.

Still lying idle, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her left hand moved slowly beneath the covers to cup her mound and a slow, unvoluntary caress began of her cum rained slit. She could herself experience the potent odor of her ravished, plebeian body. The odor did not drive back her. If anything she wanted it to hover as long as possible, even on this new day.

Suddenly her untried son Binu burst into the way announcing the Holi festival with the joy that it would be a vacation."Mom near morn, Happy Holi ”, he wished her cheerfully.

"goodness morning and glad Holi to you too dear ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her endanger state and still letting her hold back left handwriting caress her pussy. The precipitancy of her son's entry and his affair with the holiday diverted Manya's tending to her loving boy from her own nudity. As he did every dayspring, he bent forward to osculate his female parent on the buttock and due to the holiday happiness, his candy kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking sound on her rosy buttock. She had massaged her cousin Dan's cum into her cheeks and with her son's integral right kiss on them, she experienced a jolt deep inside her which brought a fresh undulation of juices into her pubic region and onto her caressing digit. Her left manus continued to fondle her wet pussy under the top as she returned Binu's osculate with only a slightly flushed face.

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

Manya went into the toilet naked the moment her husband came out and proceeded to brush her teeth, sitting on the crapper seat to pee at the same time. The flow relieved her and as she bent to wash herself, she reflected for a moment and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd washing her pussy and consistence thoroughly after Desh left the theatre when she'd have more time. Stepping out of the bathroom naked she quickly donned her half-slip and took the same racy transparent saree to wear out since she'd have to throw away it soon before her tub. She chose a white sleeveless low cut blouse and again wore it without a bra since there was not often clock time for her bath anyway. Knowing that her married man and kids were waiting for their cockcrow coffee, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen and prepared some hot deep brown in efficient time.

Deen was already set and so was Binu, since he had planned to allow for even before breakfast. Desh normally had his bath after his morning coffee and breakfast. Holi jubilation began too soon every time since people had to end the color and water dunking feast at least by twelve noon so as to give their colored and drenched eubstance time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all barriers were broken in respect of age, family relationship and sex. People mingled and reveled in applying colored powder and colored piddle on each other to lionize single and joy. The atmosphere was festive, cheery and very physical too with both men and women drenching each other with colored weewee and also hosing one another with water pipage. Objections and inhibitions of any sort were simply not entertained nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was a day to break loose and bask themselves.

Her son Binu left for his friend's shoes after his coffee and Deen, being less gregarious, preferent to take in his room. Manya heard the door being banged and realized it was the neighborhood boys insisting that the threshold be opened so that they could practice colors on all of them. Desh found this extremely irritating and he shouted at them to will. Moreover he had to bathe and pass on for study. He rushed into the bathroom, noting the time on the clock.

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

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

Manya was somewhat amused and also worried that they may break afford the door. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bath, he was secure from any coloring bombardment. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic boy before he came out. Deen looked at his female parent as she rose to open the door. Her breasts swayed in a aphrodisiacal nodding motility as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her full and well rounded shoulders and strongly fleshed arms. Little wisps of armpit hair flashed exotically whenever she raised those arms. Her fully revealed midriff glowed in all its fairness and her sexy navel opened up and closed with every step of Manya. Her massive asscheeks showed a saucy leap in keeping with her sprightly stone's throw as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like Inferno breaking loose. The four offspring scholarly person dashed into the elbow room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the strongest went right behind her and hugged her fully from behind in an attempt to hold and tie her hands so that she was immobilized. His dick rubbed against her full asscheeks repeatedly while his hired hand held her hands firmly against her belly. One of them applied colouring material on Manya's rosy cheeks and kept caressing it continuously. The arcsecond guy was more belligerent as he used both his handwriting to gather gloss and run them right down Manya's fleshy body right from her neck, over her heave boobs, all over her creamy waistline, second joint and even feet. The one petting Manya's face shifted his pawing to her fair and full shoulder and the people of colour red covered them too in no time, including her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the metre, in half joy. Deen continued to watch in jolt as the four interloper pawed and mauled his voluptuous mother all over under the pretext of color. The one behind her, Salman was having a sphere day, digging his putz and lower body right into Manya's wide and fleshy behind and also bending over her face to search down so that she didn't free her munition. Not that Manya tried hard. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this attack. Her entire resistance appeared one-half hearted. The youth applying coloring material on Manya's figurehead kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a to the full minute, giving him direct gropes of her full boobs over her braless blouse. Manya's mammilla shot to erection and the dual pressure of the boob mauling and the hawkshaw impact on her seat sent wild waves of lustfulness all over the body which was so well bang just a few hr ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands innocent. Nor did he sequester his prick from ramming into her ass every time it wriggled during her movements. His face was over Manya's neck opening and Deen could swear that he saw Salman osculate his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once but many times. With his Mom's knocker being squeezed on and off and her middle getting pawed strongly, those few minutes seemed like a powerful pipe dream for Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting extra warm with his squeeze and suddenly all the action caused the top one-half of her sheer saree to fall off. There she was, his beautiful, worthy mother, getting felt and pressed in a state of tractor trailer openness displaying her breasts and belly to four horny youths who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to pounce on their wet pipe dream aunt. When the saree fell off to unwrap her chest almost fully through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in front took a make bold step. He dipped his helping hand in wet color and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering breasts, fully caressing their cups and squeezing them in short volley so that it didn't feel deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her naked and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her judgement blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from bum and even felt his hot breathing place and wet kiss around her cervix and earlobes. She let the other guy have his mo with her breasts and belly, letting them squeeze and maul the creamy curves. In that state of delirium she didn't even notice the look of aroused electric shock on her son's face. She had almost turned limp when the last youth who was standing with a pail of body of water poured it right over Manya's head, drenching her from oral sex to toe. It was a sight so aphrodisiac and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks to gape and look up to the absolute sexuality of this beautiful cleaning lady. Fully wet, she looked like a lustfulness goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a manner which revealed the curves and fleshy dapple of her eubstance in broad glory. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could induce been labeled as the molestation of the C, especially since this was conducted with married man Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened the threshold deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the idealistic opportunity. It all took two minute of arc but the effect on Deen was a womb-to-tomb source of jerking off stuff. He was itching to run into the toilet for it but decided to hold back until his sexy female parent at least familiarised her sari. She did so, but only after waving them all just bye in her wet and exposed halo. Again Deen could swear that Salman had managed a ready kiss on her lip before he left .