The shrill dawning alarm sent indocile bolts and waves into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her late centre and cast a sleepy glance towards the place adjacent to her. Her centre met with the not so inspiring visual sense of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure kid, his breathing spell carrying the odour of John Barleycorn and his bureau panting in monotonous regularity. The 36 twelvemonth old housewife sighed and shifted her wide frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin Stanford White blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inches below her rich navel, she dragged her voluptuous dead body out of bed towards the john, pausing for a present moment to face at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked disheveled and two clitoris of her blouse were unbuttoned as common. Her brown black nimbus stared correct out of her reduce blouse and this morn the final stage were sharp and pointed, indicative of her bodily need for a full blooded fuck. Almost involuntarily her hired man went to the fleshy area between her thigh and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to gain in oestrus, the bit her fingers sought the affectionate folds. With an inaudible groan, she gave one loving squeeze between her inner thighs and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a shudder of backup as some of the accumulated horniness found surrogate release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same scant attire she moved to the main room access to collect the sunrise Milk. Opening the door, she bent to peck up the milk and in the process her full breast spilled out to organize a scrumptious cleavage. From the corner 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 appearance. A full minute was spent in gathering the Milk River during which her creamy breasts spilled nearly 80 percent out of her thin, low cut blouse. Giving this morning time show was now a habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting charge from this flash and even when person other than the usual milkman delivered the Milk, they learnt to persist until Manya gathered her milk.

turning her back to the milkman, she started closing the room access, giving him a lingering view of her ample, meaty ass and a waken rearward view of her proboscis, especially since the half-slip came down to well below her hips and settled almost at the beginning of her ass crack. Just before finally losing the room access, she turned again towards the outside and offered another instant of her vast midriff, with its flaring curvature at the waistline and the juicy, thick, inviting navel. This example was her daybreak tonic and a day was insipid without it.

The entire five understructure seven inch of her good bodied, well stacked, lush form swayed with a heady grace as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a minute to cheep into the way of her two boy, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and subject, hands between his thigh and lost in a moony worldly concern, while Binu was sleeping on his vertebral column, his right helping hand placed idly around his genital organ. What caught her eye was, however the tenting 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 show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to organize the sunup coffee and breakfast. Within an hour all blaze would break loose as three males would rush through their morning routine, gulp their food and flee the household, leaving her all alone. The thought made her feel a bit abandon but also filled her with an enterprise and forsaking that came from the cognition that she would be all by herself with her red-hot, sensuous body.

Deen was always the showtime one to wake up. Nearly six metrical foot tall, he was a assuage heavyweight, loose limbed and with the body language of a good and loveable kid. Manya continued to remain in her attire even before her Kid and it had become normal for them to watch their skimpily clad Mom go about her chores every dawn in that state of undress. She had been doing it now for the past times 4 eld out of sheer restroom and it never struck her that their bursting hormones would one day take cognizance of her ample spell, especially her well rounded buttocks, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

"Good break of the day Mom ”, called out Deen, as he entered the kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his greeting, smiling into his soulful, loving and almost pup like eyes. Deen could see right down her partly unbutton blouse and retrace the full curves of both her melon like breasts with the intact aura of their semi pointed nipples.

His tool jerked to attention.

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

But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his foreplay obvious and strove to camouflage it. Manya, on her part, noticed her elder son's disturbance but did nil in terms of either her grooming or trunk terminology to disport him. If she was built sexy and left with an eternally horny consistency due to her married man's slackness in bed, then she couldn't supporter it. No force on worldly concern can hide a cleaning woman in heat, especially a woman blessed with the rich conformation and fleshy fondness of Manya. She had a consistency that craved loving. She had luscious breast that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's warm skin senses. She had a massive, protruding, more than proportionate ass that could well be her best asset. It was senior high school, firm, wide and with a curve that sent viewers'passion soaring. There was not one of her husband's friends that didn't want to spank her sonsie ass or dip into her juicy pussy. She didn't precaution about their advances and over time she learnt to live with them. Even those long alcoholic party where men would indulge in pernicious gropes and almost leering comments while her husband would be sizzled left her quite in control. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a panoptic variety of men of all age grouping lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Binu was always the more illustrative and physical of the two tike. His hug lingered a little foresighted than necessary but Manya made no move to relieve herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his mother's boldness, this clock time rather close to the street corner of her mouth. Manya felt his young, 12 year old erecting thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her puss moisten again. Binu's deed awakened her hibernating luxuria. Though twelve years old, his actions were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to take hold of her, rub his putz against her vast rump and let his hands roam all over his juicy female parent's expansive shank. His paw groped the bottom of her braless blouse and made enough middleman with her mounds to make her squeal. It was well-situated for Manya to dismiss her little son's Acts as childlike. Only a part of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to stay so that she was spared of any dialogue with her sense of right and wrong. Unlike his elder brother, Binu knew his needs and made his motion very obvious, with no scope for any communication gap. Manya loved it. It made her feel very cherished and desirable. Binu on the other script was sure that he was only expressing his extreme love for his mother.

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

Chapter 2

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

The visual sense of a writhing semi nude person Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm would have been the ultimate erotic wad for any chirrup tom but for the aphrodisiac married woman herself it was a day-after-day straining. And she was forced to go through this straining on a day-after-day basis, at time with phrenetic geometrical regularity and with the slap-up ever regularity in the utmost few months.

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

The present moment her hubby closed the bathroom threshold, she heard Deen call out,"Mom, I need supporter to wash my haircloth ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her sari, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bath. She didn't want to wet the sari in the grade of Deen's Bath. Deen was in his underclothes and sitting on a stool when Manya moved across to him, her braless knocker swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each step. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's deep and big navel. As Manya hang and washed his hair with shampoo her navel and get down stomach stared right into his face. It was a bivalent fiesta for the budding young as his eyes absorbed he juicy astuteness of her belly button and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her bush, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three seconds his dick barb up in his undies, a sight which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting reaction of her husband and son to the very Saame body. But being the mother, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his pilus, increasing the volume of her stroke. The rich people soapsuds forced Deen to shut down his eyes. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into greater stimulation. Her big titty would dip every now and then to iron into his promontory warmly while her fork would reach tantalizingly close to his aspect, with the perfume almost sending him into a lusty stupor. The he felt the water raining down from the shower onto his aspect and head. On opening his eyes he got a electrical shock. He was not the lonesome one wet. His mother's sexy consistency was drenched all over the top half, her nipples poking right out of her wet blouse. The great deal was astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jiggling right in front man of his face. Deen thought he would shoot out his spunk without even a touch. At the Lapplander prison term he was transfixed and puzzled by the total nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son's aroused body. She seemed to be completely daily in her close come photo to Deen, her very own son. With her full hips barely a few inches from his read/write head, she turned around to turn off the shower, in the unconscious process presenting him with a mind boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet petticoat. The garment made a Brobdingnagian inroad into her cigaret cranny and the whole show was straight out of one of those soft pornography flicks which he enjoyed now and then with his pals. But he was better blessed than his friends because he had daily actual aliveness flaccid porn scenes to dwell out in his own household and with his very own loving mother. A wild intellection germinated in his head which seemed to get from out of nowhere -"What if any of his friends were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The thought left him as soon as it came but the seeds were sown. Manya left the can to check on her youthful son Binu and Deen started to stroke his shaft the moment his mother's bodacious ass swayed out of plenty. He needed the release.

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

"It's getting fourth dimension for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her financial statement broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual manner his men completely encircled her total waist and caressed the folds at the sides with the index finger of his right helping hand straying into her omphalos to finger it in a circumvolve apparent movement. The posture lasted one minute of arc of squealing and 60 indorsement of slow and steady pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this display of fondness from Binu and only Manya suspected that the feel was quite sexual even from her son's position. But as always, he would stop just when her body began to betray her emotions. He would lay off to caress her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his genes and libido from her side of the folk. But it was still too ahead of time to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that person found her desirable and someone wanted to feel her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. trench, hard and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if possible right out of her brains.

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

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

"Yes I will, after you all leave ”, sighed Manya as she served breakfast. She could sense Binu's eyes repeatedly seeking her juicy omphalus and Deen's eye probing behind the wet blouse for the mammilla that had teased him during bathing tub. Again a thrill ran through her and she felt both joy and sorrowfulness. Delight that her woman was getting its due appreciation and ruefulness that her hubby was merely gulping his solid food down in aggregate neglect.

Minutes after they all left, Manya rushed into the chamber and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her clothes off her heated body on the way. She unstrung her petticoat and tore the blouse off her bursting breasts as her lecherousness aroused body flopped onto the soft bed. Both hands covered her full breasts, the palms kneading roughly and the digit pulling at the now penetrating top. Her legs thrashed about as she literally crushed her full boobs like a daemon in heat. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and she thought she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her hands dropped quickly to her slit hammock and she worked her fingerbreadth in and out of that rich and fleshy zone, causing her thighs to spread, close and facing pages in a mind boggling sequence of abandonment. She gave herself in totally to the demand of her lush, neglected body. Her wasted hot stuff surged with renewed Leslie Townes Hope every time she subjected herself to this burst of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as her fingers delved and probed into her soaked pussy, striking a frenzied beat in tune with her wildly aroused brain. The passionate start rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full hips up and down on the bed, as her finger stroked her horny soundbox to a new height of ecstasy. She felt the lunar time period ascending deep within her lumbus and it only drove her fingers deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its bloom and let loose a bursting flood tide, washing her loins all over, making her digit reach furious speeds until the collapse began, first in her loins, then in her finger and finally in her golden, fleshy inner second joint. With receding passion, she slowly regained normal breathing, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the lowly venter, feet still apart in a lewd reminder of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with sweat and wet with her juices. The whole 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 marathon session she rose for a bathtub. The sang-froid water felt comforting on her still hot organic structure. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her Dubya and pussycat. She stroked, caressed and patted her mound indulgently until a waver of arousal crept up her backbone all over again. Sighing, she stepped out stark defenseless into her bedchamber. She used a thin white towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own hands. She dabbed the light towel all over her gorgeous soundbox until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her long whisker. She wrapped the towel around her pilus after ten minutes of drying. Opening her wardrobe, she tried to decide on what to wear when her eyes fell on a swooning blue air transparent saree and a sheer albumen blouse. She took both of them into her hands, without as much as a thought for a bra and petticoat. She hated the weightiness and pressure of unmentionable. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to feel the material rub against her supple and sexy anatomy, especially around her glorious hips and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a semifinal transparent saree gave a complete exposure of her lower treasures and fleshy second joint. But she didn't upkeep. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underclothes and she had the hale day right up to her husband's arriver to drop away back into them anyway.

However it did not enforce to her two son. She was well-heeled without undergarments in their presence and she guessed they were prosperous too. In any character there were no obvious signs of superfluity on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through sarees without a hint of underclothes. Right through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one unity garment on her alky body, be it a underskirt and blouse or saree without petticoat. The good attire was for their beginner, a fact which they came to realize rather early on. The musical theme made them find good and cozy about their sexy female parent. They loved her a lot more than for the surplus comfort level she seemed to parcel with them. It made them palpate exceptional - and horny too. And they kept their touch sensation to themselves - as yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer sari and blouse. It technically covered her solid body but revealed its fleshy, creamy glory to awesome consequence. Tied well below her deep and exotic navel, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's plenteous hips and threatened to fall right off her juicy body if she even bent forward a little Thomas More than needed. The blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was so mean and low cut that half her segmentation was on appearance right through the flimsy sari. The bottom of the blouse was almost tucked into the base of her good boobs, giving them life-time and bounce as she walked. From the root of her boob to maybe an in above her George W. Bush was a completely revealed district of pressurize flesh. Manya's window of seduction was her fleshy yet sexy diaphragm and the turned on housewife was fully cognizant of it. It was Brobdingnagian, broad and bedecked with possibly the deepest and juiciest bellybutton on solid ground. When she walked in this attire, her second joint and trimmed bush offered themselves to look at in tantalizing peeks. Taking the rear persuasion, the sari dipped right down to the tip of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily drape itself around Manya's meaty buttocks. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front line of any viewer who happened to run into this ruttish wife and female parent of two. Putting it plainly, her whole body screamed for a fucking.

The get-go of restlessness crept into her succulent body and Manya launched into her customary mound caress. She would finger herself after Bath for about a few hour everyday before preparing lunch. Now, while she was in that dreamy spell, she heard the doorbell annulus. She first looked out of the window and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three days to deliver vegetable and yield. Manya rose from the couch, paw still on her genital organ and moved to spread out the doorway. She kept her hand on her pitcher's mound in a partial caress and retained it all the way up to the room access, loth to give up the warm moistness which had begun to engulf her pubic region and also form a small wet patch on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

leftfield to herself, Manya would have preferred to gratify in prolonged ego ravishment in her present mood. Her creative thinker quickly accepted the intrusion but the signaling to her horny consistence got delayed a bit, causing a certain interior discordance, especially between her thighs, where a tiny ooze had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the room access and peered out to ask if there was any fresh hooey. She kept just her head out of the door, her hand still playing with her kitty-cat through the sheer faithful of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her usual pick of vegetable were fresh and she may like to lead a looking and decide. Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, fingerbreadth still playing with her pussy behind the door. With one net thrust, she withdrew her hired man from where she loved to keep it the most and threw the door extensive unfastened. The grocer, a stocky man in his recently thirties gaped in astonishment at her wearing apparel, or the lack of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to guide his attention. The grocer's thinker worked at the swiftness of light, unable to fathom the delicious stack in presence of him. He knew from his patronize sojourn that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a turned on housewife in all his house sales over the years. He could spot a hungry pussy when he saw one. Over the last one year he had seen Manya in versatile careless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in mastery of things. It was more like she was teasing people rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a prick prickteaser indefinitely and his pricking was bound to have its day. Her appearance told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any clothes. The saree was fully transparent, showing him all of her. The fertile bush, those brilliant thigh and the integral midriff, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly button calling attention to his gaze. While she was fingering herself the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her rich and thick navel fully exposed to his view. With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the umbilicus resembled a pussy in need, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to examine some of the leafy vegetables and this made the top half of her sari drop-off, revealing her generous cleavage with a crystalise vision of her perked up nipples. She didn't realize that her sari had dropped and continued with her genuine job of market picking from his basket. The grocer's oculus popped right out their sockets and his rooster threatened to tear out of the fabric it was stretching around his privates. His unassailable hands felt a rush of blood as did every vein in his consistency. Manya was decidedly the hottest of his customers and he looked forward to visiting her house more to receive the surprises she held for him in the form of her frock code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. breast, nipple, bellybutton, midriff, second joint, and chaparral - every ounce of her juiciest parting was starkly visible through her aspiration like garments. The Arabian terpsichorean did wear transparent seat but at least they wore panties. Here a middle elderly housewife was treating him to fleshy delights of the sorting hoi polloi only dreamt of.

The apparent participation of Manya with the foodstuff basket and her ignorance of the United States Department of State of her booby suited the grocer and he let his thirsty eyes travel all over her toothsome systema skeletale, taking in the gender oozing out of every inch. His eyes rested for longsighted moments on her hips, the queer helping of which was like a multitude of charged up form, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only human body in demand is left for this kind of wanton display and his fleshly instincts gradually took over. He shifted closer to her, as if to help Manya debase her bag with his stuff and nonsense. He held the bag up for her piece Manya filled it with a cluster of veggie. She had to lift her arm up to do so and in the process, her amphetamine saree dropped right off her shoulders, pectus and waist to rest tantalizingly at her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how bring out she was all along to his gaze. Her nerve acquired a sudden blush but there was no way she could cover herself up since both her hands were occupied. She looked into the grocer's oculus and observed the burning passion. His flavour sent shivers up her sticker and a strong flood of succus gushed forth from her loins to further moisten her already wet vulva.

This prison term the gush of juice was different. They flowed and flowed without a suspension. The mastery chemical mechanism which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his potent gaze. The grocer extended his unassailable arms towards her exposed hip and dragged her closer. His manly touch did the trick. It was the touch of a man, hard and reassuring. It was also the grasp of a testosterone productive male which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his early hand gripped her right wing hip to nail 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 manus on her meaty hips encountered raw heating system and he realized that this juicy body was being wasted. He could discover a half sob as he strengthened his grasp on her lower rose hip and turned her around. Her in high spirits rise rear end came into hot impinging with his dick and even through the sheer garment, their passion took him by surprise. If ever there was a steamy char, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he worry to know.

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

In that posture she presented an awesome sight on all Little Joe. Her face was glazed with lust and her ass quivered in wanton lust. She wriggled her hips and pressed backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his trousers and brought out his blade hard gumshoe, which was now throbbing with as a good deal anticipation as the horny housewife's kitty-cat. He cast one glance at the crawling form of the beautiful woman before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a beef in heating. She needed a nookie and like netherworld, he was going to hand her one.

In one I dip he entered right into her snuggle, her wet cunt walls giving an over lubricated welcome. Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in lust. He began stroking into her sentimental slit with gradual motions. The lust crazed housewife screamed for harder shot and driven by her wanton behavior, he thrust harder and faster. His Brobdingnagian dick, which she hadn't even seen, made wild inroads into her tender but hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new geographical zone of passion. The pumping lasted five scalding moment and the sheer freshness and passion of the state of affairs overcame both of them. He reached his climax with a roar and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like bitch. On all foursome, she was letting a grocer bang the perdition out of her over wind up bitch. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing but cock till he spurted his semen in several tenacious squirt deep inside her womb and all over her spine and ass. He came so much that his virility surprised the under utilized wife.

Like a true jingoistic male person he just released her pelvic girdle with a oink and quickly buttoned up his trouser before she could change by reversal around. Her still convulsing consistence was recovering from the scrumptious onslaught and she looked up gradually towards his body. Her first glance went towards his crotch but was disappointed to see that he had already put his woman pleaser away. There she was, lying well fucked by a dick she didn't even see.

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

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the outset two buttons undone as always. Her saree was in her hands and she tried to decide whether to put it on or go for a wash. Her thigh were gluey and some cum still settled wetly over her puffy snatch lips. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her fingers over her cunt lips and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her fingers and brought them to her olfactory organ."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the aroma. Then suddenly the door Alexander Melville Bell rang. Surprised and alarmed at the untimely halo, she hastily began to assemble the saree over her pillaged hips. It was a relatively slower cognitive operation 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 perfection in attire since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to fuck her just s a little while ago coupled with the freshly fucked feeling still coating her dope made the housewife a wee bit guilty. She managed to put on the saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her genitals to once again constitute a unenviable plot of land out in front line. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his afternoon classes were cancelled and he had no mood to go to the library.

Walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different. Her whisker was disheveled and her saree looked rumpled in a queer mode. Her pantie blouse was wet with sweat. If it wasn't for the glow on her side, he would have presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen study. As she walked towards the couch in the living room, he noticed the languid movements of her hips and the tardily paradiddle of her hips. The tilt was slower but aphrodisiacal. It was an indescribable stack but she looked different. Suddenly he noticed the dull plot around her crotch on the gossamer saree. It looked so provocative, just below her rich bush. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too recently to remedy things. In a bid to bring in the standard pressure more effortless, she spread her thighs out and tried to make relaxed on the lounge. Her posture became rather lewd for her adolescent son and he began to experience the familiar stirring in his loins which looking at his sexy mother for more than a minute of arc always produced. At this point Manya asked her son to use up a bath so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the bathroom, gladiolus that he could hide his arousal.

Manya was still lying in that obscene pose on the couch when she heard the primary threshold undecided 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 lavatory where her son was bathing. But he had not come to leave. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the daybreak's astounding developing, especially the ease with which he could enter Manya's hot pussy. Soon his thoughts led to a bursting hard on and he felt the sentence was still convenient enough for another go at the gorgeous piece of ass, which would be doing aught else but masturbating away anyway, according to him. So off he rushed to get his pussy.

When he neared her, Manya whispered frantically to him that her son was around. Not giving a damn, he motioned for her to deform over, unzipping his trouser in the Same motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the can door where Deen was. With inviolable and silent efficiency, he once again gripped her curvy hips and shook her like a bird. Manya's trunk throbbed with renewed luxuria and her twat started dripping in record time. The danger in the situation was obscured by the hotness of his manhood pressing against her already au naturel ass. He had merely hiked her saree up and thrust his dick right into her bequeath and wet cunt. The pumping began instantaneously and her puss muscles started clasping his dick in rapacity, milking it to new heights of passion. She could still listen the cascade and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the same bitch carriage. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lecherousness and ecstasy. Her dead body responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a rich dose of seed cryptic inside her lumbus. She absorbed every drop of his loveable cum and reveled in the sudden and explosive climax which the illicit encounter produced. In record swiftness, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a quick good bye. By the metre, she moved from squawk posture to convention position, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in pleasure and rank wonder that she had been fucked twice in no metre. Again she didn't even see the peter that gave her so much joy. But Sir Thomas More exciting was the thought that her son was right in the side by side way, but didn't know about it. How wrongfulness she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to egress from the john. After all 2 jerk offs in ten minutes need some clip for recovery.

The four youthful marauders left her threshold and Manya shut it with a mixed touch. 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 chest from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her full moon consent. The simultaneous pressure of four pairs of hands and one dick on her extra wholesome torso under the stalking-horse of festivity did its own things to her bodily reaction 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 snatch experienced a rejuvenated itch from all the youthful caressing she received. The scabies was now spreading all over her internal second joint - such was the wallop of raw energy on her mature voluptuous body. After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto the floor, her saree still off her shoulder joint, her body still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighbourhood painter and photographer. Sam was a sensitive and soft spoken kid next door who always had that adulatory look in his optic but not that raw passion. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his perspective was also a bit distant and appreciative rather than physical, which was what most hoi polloi who came into contact with Manya became.

Deen saw his female parent slumping onto the floor and was concerned.

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

"Let's go to the bedroom Mom ”, he said as he tried to help oneself her to her human foot. Manya allowed him to help oneself her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her broad cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his expression. Deen was still on his articulatio genus as he helped his mother to place upright up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the midpoint of a fully open, huge midriff stared right into his face, barely a couple of inch from his olfactory organ. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose poke her navel, making Manya thrill again for a second. Deen rose and placed his subdivision rightfulness around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the bedroom. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to turn her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly exposed body. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist form and its nonplus elasticity and with a set pecker, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's aspect for a indorsement and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the bathroom door opening move and rushed out of the room, clutching his erection, leaving his father to confront his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed, with her sari top thrown aside, her expansive midriff and belly spread out to any consistence's gaze.

Deen came out of the bath, fully dressed and was stunned to see his half raw 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 give the door"?"Have you gone mad"?"Or are you dumb"?"I'll teach those hombre a object lesson for breaking into my home ”, he ranted.

Manya, whose workforce were almost about to move towards her pussy, got back to her sentience on hearing her husband's howler."It's all right. They are just male child and it's Holi. We have to be a part of the neighborhood at least on merry occasions. give it ”, she reasoned.

Desh was pacified when he heard his wife's still voice and he bent down, gave her a promptly candy kiss on her throbbing sass and left for the door, uttering a tawdry full bye. He would not be back until recently evening.

The main door clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's hired hand went slowly to her crotch. It was spontaneous, built on long time of experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly recollected the sunup's adventure, dwelling a few moments longer on Salman's vigorous thrusts on her saree covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her puss through her slim down saree and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting buss on her neck, cheeks, earlobes and finally her sassing. The diplomacy with which her sexy body was manhandled by four studhorse, without the little way for complaint left her astounded and late within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their enterprise and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the char in the area.

Deen entered the bedroom after his Father's departure more to suss out on his Mom's stipulation. He needed no further validation of her wellspring being the import he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her pussy through her saree. He heaved a sigh of relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.

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

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

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

Deen heard the shrill groan and ran into the way, wondering what happened. His entranceway was still and therefore he was spectator to his mother's one-half naked variety next to the simple machine, heaving and panting with the last bursts of climax shuddering through her full body."What a hornlike woman ”, thought the astonied son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to relax from the replacement release she had just experienced. She heard another ring of the door bell. Deen answered the door and came to tell Manya that all the yardbird of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbour building. A aggregate of fifty guest were expected, from the families of all champion. A few game were also planned to establish the display lively. Manya agreed to come along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to deepen out of her present garb or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possible action of encourage soaking, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a endorse in the mirror and saw that her wearing apparel stuck to her consistence, wetly caressing her sexy curves and made her look rather provocative. She quickly shook the thought from her judgement reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless shoulder joint, she left the house alongwith her elder son towards the next door terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the terrace were two former families and then there was Salman. Manya met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya's regard too with a twinkle in his oculus. On the terrace, everyone's middle were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since virtually of them had come prepared for a break of the day of fun and game. About twenty women and XXX five men of all ages graced the occasion. Manya was the booty pick amongst the fair sex and the fact that she came without her husband did not aid thing. Every dick on the terrace was put up within minutes of Manya's entry, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

In the low gear game, everyone was made to sit in a circle and one person would run around with a handkerchief in hand. He would drop the handkerchief behind any individual's back and that one had to discover it, find fault it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind someone else's stern. Sam ran around first base and after three circle dropped it behind Manya's aphrodisiacal back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a circle. As she ran, her big tit under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with enlarged vigour. Her wet saree hugged her huge bottom and they jiggled sexily with every step she took. If viewed in tiresome apparent movement, Manya's run would suffer been the raunchiest run of all time for the sheer sexual free energy it conveyed. She took three circuit and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind aphrodisiacal Manya's ass. Manya didn't notice it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to look behind her ass. She did so and rose with the handkerchief in hand. She ran around and dropped it this sentence behind Salman. Salman was almost expecting it. He took two one shot and again dropped it behind Manya's alky behind. Manya rose and began her dick stiffening run with her voluptuous consistency bouncing and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all. It was soon very clear that Manya was the dropping target because everyone wanted to see her sexy torso in motion. Manya realized it too but did not resist. She was hoping mortal would realise. Salman did and he suggested they play a different plot called punishment. Manya sighed and looked at him in backup man and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet pubes again.

In this game the youngest member had to blame a name from destiny drawn and that gens would accept to gather with a punishment decided by the youthful member again. Deen being the unseasoned picked up a name and a great deal to everyone'surprisal, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and learn out the selected punishment."make snacks for all fifty mass in half an hour. pick out one person to help you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a bit, wondering whom to pick for assistant. Her middle first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not quick enough to help her in this variety of job. Noticing Salman's bright face in her charge, she pointed her dainty finger in his direction. With a roar, everyone directed the yoke to the kitchen in the basement, where the particular for sandwich preparation lay. Nobody else was allowed to enter the cellar and it would entail a foul with further punishment.

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

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

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

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

"We don't have time Salman. snack have to be made ”, she protested. her protest was meek because his squeeze of her half exposed tit had already started the juice factory in her pubes. A steady drip began and her protests thereafter were merely emblematic. Even before the elevator reached the basement, he had her sari right off her lush trunk and he ushered her out of the rise, sari in hand towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a individual there as per the biz. On his mobile phone phone, he rang up the topical anesthetic restaurant owned by his own kinsfolk and ordered them to pitch 50 packets of sandwiches within twenty hour at the cellar. Putting the phone away, he looked at her full body, clad only in petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny housewife by the berm and threw her on the basement flooring in one straightaway motion, raising her petticoat over her second joint. One hand mauled her chest while the former pounded her riotous ass. Manya was aroused beyond mention in double nimble fourth dimension. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare level and flipped herself around, presenting her round, full ass to the young macho-man who had pawed her so strongly this sunrise. He had also agreed to assist her in the biz and that made her more grateful. She bent on all quadruplet and excite her ass at him as if to utter her gratitude.Things happened in instant as Salman, who already had his gumshoe out, positioned himself behind the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite decent given the place. Manya took his drive with gasp and yelps initially. As the powerful pistoning into her pussy assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful woman who was the wet dream of the neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to sink their hawkshaw into this lusty woman's pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon vine like boobs. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in the morning but here, he was making up with a vengeance. pinhead and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a arousal ten min busrt of passionateness which made Manya's head teacher tailspin and cunt go wild with secretion. Her sarcoid hips and full breasts got the ‘ really man treatment'from the scantling and Manya screamed in lust at every thrusting of his humanity. The alert in his cellphone rang to signal the elapsing of ten min and Salman rapidly increased his driving force tempo into the wildly put forward wife's lewdly presented pussy."squawk, take it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all over her ass and inside her heated dear nest.

Manya rose gently, au naturel except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the heat of his lecherousness. When their combined passion receded, they heard the cellar chime ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be silence and rose, dragging up his pant and went to beak up the snacks which would give arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the voice of Salman's father, who ran the eating place. She heard some decision being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a blowjob if there's metre"… and saw Salman rush in again unzipping his gasp. Sounds of something being unpacked came from the other side of the bulwark. Salman rushed to her and without holdup, said"We have fifteen more proceedings and my Dad is finishing the bite arrangements. We'll not be late."

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

"Nothing groovy. He asked whether there was clock time for him to fuck you. I told him there was no time. But maybe you can believe of a cock sucking 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 second ass Salman was throwing into her hungry, aroused cunt. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her body all over and sending her into a supercharged state of lust. Manya gave herself up to his manly assault and continued to milk his dick with her cunt until they both came together in a shattering orgasm. Her second orgasm in less than thirty minutes with a foremost time lover seemed so familiar, gratifying and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no foresightful strange to the adulterous cleaning woman and mother.

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

The old man could take it no more. Less than two second were left for the couple to reappear on the bench. He grabbed Manya's boldness and gave one long, wet buss right on her oral fissure. Manya whimpered and went hobble, her hand continuously caressing his reed organ through the knickers. It was Salman's shout that forced the new couple up apart. Manya staggered into the lift, feeling hot and cruddy. The elevator began its upward movement with the snack pushcart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a minute dove right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped his sassing straight into her cum soaked snatch. Manya gasped in astonishment for the next thirty seconds as her young macho-man slurped her well fucked pussy like a true lover. Her juices flowed in gratification and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the moment the elevator doorway opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the cheers of 50 people.

Their flushed faces told a story but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly fucked gleam. It was there all over her beautiful fount now. It was just the identification number of climax that he couldn't surmisal from her horny case. The comfort with which Manya carried herself throughout the snack session despite all that her body had been through in the retiring few 60 minutes left Deen wondering and he developed some awe for his beautiful mother's ability.

The bite sitting had almost reached its end when one of the members cried out"foul foul ”. Everyone looked in his guidance. He was holding a eatery tag in his bridge player which he discovered stuck to the Qaeda of his sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under instruction to remove all traces of evidence that the food for thought was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to possess overlooked just one parcel. The error margin was diminished but Manya and he had been caught. The assembly decided a light hearted punishment for Manya, since even getting caught was region of the biz. Deen was asked to resolve on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to ask a skipping roofy and comport out xxx skip without a break.

Protesting with a laugh, Manya took the forget me drug and began skipping. Her saree was still quite damp and it stuck to her ass like cataplasm. With every omission, her full, unhindered boob danced and jumped in tandem with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lusty, mind blowingly erotic great deal, watching the wet, mature womanhood skip in nominal head of an audience of 50. Deen realised his folly in fixing that penalisation for his luscious female parent. But it was too former. Moreover the sight excited him no end. He lost count of her omission and kept gaping, just as everyone on the terrace did. Manya reached ten without any trouble. Slowly, the top half of her saree or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by the time the sexy mother reached count XV, it fell right off her shoulders, leaving the bunch in pin free fall muteness. They all looked in awe at the voluptous good luck charm of the fully exposed woman in their bearing. Her low jade sari was right at her hip bone, and the full-of-the-moon, huge midriff with the juicy wet navel was ripplingly give away. Her wholesome midriff flesh jiggled alongwith her melon like breast with the nipples very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by her ample meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to look formula because any stopping would mean that she would possess to jump skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with stimulation and he suddenly shouted"thirty ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped thirty times or not. cipher objected and the game was over, leaving every male organ on the terrace aching and throbbing. The voluptuous female parent heaved a sigh of relief and readjusted her pallu and waited as people came back to normality from that intensely erotic sight they had witnessed. Deen's meat was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on show and it was all carried on as a game. There could have been no right mickle for a voyeur and he stored these range away in his judgement for later use.

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

When the dunking began, it started with the older people. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their toffy bones. Many of the women were also dunked, with utmost care and sobriety. A few teenage girl were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to scream, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those girls. He waited with a thumping fondness because he knew his well-endowed mother's turn was almost due. It was Salman's sire who took the enterprise by carrying Manya and throwing her into the tank when nobody else was in it. Fifty brace of eyes took in Manya's wet, drippingly sonsy form as she emerged like a sex goddess from the armored combat vehicle. Her saree stuck to her full breaking ball and the rear portion dug into her ass crevice giving a clear picture, removing any sentience of enigma about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pool and her full body rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly soma. Droplets of body of water in her deep navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their tongues out. Pin drib silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however hear a nonmigratory murmuring to himself, clutching his privates,"Desh is a lucky bastard."The man standing succeeding to him also heard him and he added a rejoinder,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed day-to-day with that piece of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this commonness with a conflate sense of anger and stimulation. He was as aroused as them. He saw little wrong in the ultimate forcible reflection of a mental urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would involve it if all the men in the neighborhood made a beeline for her when her hubby was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his female parent getting dunked again. The moment she rose from the tank, Salman himself carried her by her full shank and dunked her all over again. She squealed this clip, liking the impropriety of his inviolable manpower and even managed to drop back him too into the tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pool, staggering to regain footing. In the process their bodies met, his genitalia against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few seconds, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the totality fondness the couple in the tank were displaying. The cleaning woman being his mother added a fiery sparkle to his thinking. For the following five minutes he watched and heard his squealing mother as man after man carried her and dunked her with regularity, some of them doing it more than once. He saw Salman's father discretely pawing his Mom's wet assglobes even as he was throing her lusciously wet body into the tank. When the men started taking a few spear carrier impropriety on her still incognizant ego, Manya felt that familiar tingle in her pubes. This was not the place to gift in to her urges. She struggled out of the last man's groping hands and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the nigh in the building. The festivities were as good as complete and the great unwashed were clearing up.

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

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

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by booster was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist. He looked at Manya with his mystifying eyes taking in every troy ounce of her wet and lightly trembling body. The tremble was caused on account of the get down gentle wind caressing her wet skin. He led Deen's mother inside his apartment and guided her to the bath. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the dawn's action and could take another half an time of day. Recognizing Manya's urging to take a pee and her equally pressing motivation to rid herself atleast of the trickle in her wearing apparel, the considerate neighbor told her to use the toilet while he fetched the drier for her hair. Manya tread softly on the rug, hoping the colour water drip from her juicy body would not damage the carpet. Her unscathed body was coated in red, including her face. If she were to micturate a inaugural show in this way, none would discern her by grimace. But now everyone in the area would recognise her by her voluptuously stacked consistence, more so by her flare out ass with the big butt cup. Almost all the men would distinguish her blindfolded by smell too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the neighborhood wet dream and yet she maintained her own halo and control over matter, managing to piddle everyone feel exclusive and special. In short nobody would fuck and tell on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The altogether home was silent as Manya entered the can and left the doorway open for Sam to add the dryer later. She could consume shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her sari around her waist, she sat with her naked asscheeks on the john. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping water supply from it and placed it around her genu in front man, bunched up, but covering her thigh over the toilette seat. Then she removed the saree pallu from her shoulder joint and squeezed it too, draining all the H2O from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a pounding in her loins. This time the throbbing relaxed only the pee pressure but retained the other pressure - the pressing of her accumulated horniness. The entire dawning she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water supply and also experienced the exhibitionistic charge of being on display during the minuscule secret plan. The completely series of issue where she was treated as a pure lust objective, but under the boilersuit attire of dignity gave her a licentious thrill. The two robust fucks given by Salman did indulge her signified but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the skips where she felt L pairs of oculus simply boring into her luscious form. She did see stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a sinful volley of horniness, she had continued. The scores of hands that had felt her wet body up at the water tank only served to stimulate her desires higher and eminent and she was fighting a valiant battle not to let her arousal display. Doing all this in nominal head of her son Deen did bother her for a minute but she was sure that he would understand it was all part of the festivity. Her peeing instant were also consequence of intimate introspection and as the final few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy pussy, she felt decidedly horny and awakened.

In a bid to rise and flush the john, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless articulatio humeri, when Sam's sudden entry with the dryer made her drop curtain the sari in her paw out of surprisal. She lay seated on the throne seat, sari spread around her second joint, toilet fanny and reaching the floor. Her dresser was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful bosom through the moistness, thin blouse. They were swaying all over the place in cheeseparing add exposure all morning and even her temper nipples were titillatingly exposed to the populace. But now in the quiet of his bathroom, with two blouse buttons off, their generous cleavage made a rima oris watering slew, as did Manya's awkward lay on the gutter seat in an even more awkward condition of having pissed and not flushed the pot. She couldn't rise now, since Sam had already entered the bath and it would face embarrassing. She waited for Sam to understand her predicament and perhaps depart. She also noted the rum tone in his eyes and followed their gaze to look at her own pectus and boobs. She gasped when she saw that her pap had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The entirely sphere from below her breasts down to six inches beneath her navel was fully open, with the smooth, fleshy bend forming a mollify sheep pen around her shank. The fold was very kindle and Sam's aesthetic mind visualized a film of how beautifully that waistline could be photographed in various flimsy costumes.

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

"You came to bridge player me the dryer or to serve me dry my hair ”, smiled Manya at his mix-up, forgetting that she had not adjusted her saree pallu.

"wellspring whatever you say Mrs M,"said Sam, surprised at his own boldness and struggling to control his hard-on. Manya looked so delicious and sexy on the privy hindquarters and the delicacy of the situation added to the lustiness.

Manya looked cursorily at his crotch and smacked her lips. She also liked male child who fumbled sometimes. They looked cute. Here Sam was not only cute but the flavour of virgin adulation in his eyes was touching. She understood the effect she was having on him with her lustful position."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, drier in hand. He activated it and turned the cetacean mammal towards her jet disastrous hairsbreadth. Manya made no change either to her sitting military capability or her state of dress. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her full breasts and corpse nipples very generously to Sam, as a reward for his effort. Sam's putz came into near liaison with Manya's head when he bent and ran the blower, holding her duncical hair in his manpower in artistic appreciation. The creative person in him really rose to the affair. He could induce carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His dick hitting the side of meat of Manya's face jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely hard to sit idle with all the throbbing in her cunt, which was halfway into the loo. Her hand was placed at the humiliated potential level on her abdomen and Manya was pained that she couldn't reaching upto her now dripping snatch. The press of Sam's dick occasionally on her font was not helping matter at all since the horny homemaker was once again getting driven to desperation. Her breathing turned heavy. Sam's hands were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful cleaning woman sitting below, her rising knocker and broad hips drove him to madness. The dirty posture, the unflushed toilet, the unwashed kitty and the horny mother of his booster, all made up a mindblowing informant of shaft stress for Sam. He switched off the dryer and caressed Manya's head. Manya was indeed waiting for some such enterprise. She always did wait for the man to take the low move. She hated saying no to individual with initiative.

The import Sam shut the drier, she dragged his mitt over to her entire boob and mauled them over his hands. She unhesitatingly reached below her body and yanked out her sari all the way up to her shank. Two hr of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the minute had come to carry off some of it. As Sam's hands kneaded her breast in steady musical rhythm she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the right-down need of this well mauled mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was able to take all that robust discussion and barefaced exposure in the morning. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his peter all over her moan face. She sobbed in arousal and on seeing the rock candy hard peter dangling before her eyes, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suck and lap it, doing more give suck than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her pussy began to cream and dribble one-half way into the loo alongwith her lush ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her legs apart on either side of the crapper. Sam understood her intent and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the lav 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 pussy succus having superimposed themselves on her piss smell. The smorgasbord was rather heady and he dipped his point down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer lip in the process. Manya thrust her hips upwards in seething lust and gripped his head, dragging it into her boiling cunt. It was a vernacular hatful of the corneous housewife with her back on the gutter seat and her wooden leg and rosehip wrapped around her teenage lover's foreland, richly in the air. She felt a gnawing in her loins and she lowered her snatch from his face and spread her thighs wantonly on the hindquarters in a one-half reclining pose. Sam needed no further invitation and he simply shoved his bursting putz into the horny mother's inviting snatch. The two of them started rapidly fucking each other. Sam wanted to please the sybaritic female parent as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate thrusts, making sure that maximum penetration was achieved. He went on for a full five minutes before his teenage exuberance could not moderate it any more. Manya could finger him cumming.

"involve it out, cum on my nerve ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the last-place second and sprayed Manya's font with his Danton True Young seed.The initiatory spurt hit her like a slap, the second like a stroke, the tierce like a caress and the fourth like a drop of rain. All spurts ended up messing up her cheek and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful characteristic. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

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

With his luscious, lustful female parent still clad in that licentious gamy sari clinging damply to her huge buttocks, her butt joint crack clearly highlighted and her intact cover bare, right from the bottom of her thin blouse to the speed butt solar flare, Deen led her rachis to their home next threshold. He did not notice Salman fall in one fond, fleeting wring to his Mom's well expend ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a stone on the path.

If female parent and son thought that the Holi fete was over, they were in for a surprise. The moment they entered their gate, they were blasted with a secure spray of water, which didn't occlusive for about one broad minute. They couldn't make out the sprayer but Deen could vaguely make out the tall and acrobatic form of his best buddy Prem, whom he had invited over. Since Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could liven up the day. Prem missed the activities next door but managed to occur late to wish them. And what a sight he saw. It was a purely harmless intention when he hosed them both and it was quite the done thing on Holi. But on seeing the state of his friend's mother after the soaking, his peter stroke up in no time and he stood speechless, staring at the overwhelming burst of curves on the sexy fair sex before him. Deen noticed both his friend's amazement and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the entire 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 respond to the fresh sousing received, this time from her son's best buddy. Prem was tall and acrobatic and many a prison term Manya wished that one of her sons would be like Prem, substantial and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled, he would one day make some fair sex very glad. Maybe women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her drenching, she welcomed Prem in and decided to prepare lunch for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed fair sex into the house, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, vast cover, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low saree and the few inch of blouse cover at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy, well victimized 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 sentiment into legal action, she heard the noise of boys screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning home plate, not alone but with four of his friends, all aged 12. They were gaga and joyous like all boy of that age and seemed hell hang 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 minuscule 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 trump friend's own brother and not a stranger like Prem. One of them smothered his face, while another climbed onto his cover and held him for others to spray water with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a full two second, but didn't want to blackguard at the kids. The present moment they were through with Deen, they turned their care to their best friend's mother. A great surge of conversance and affection surged Forth River in all of them. The four of them first ran into her full moon body, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could circle their hands. Their heads nuzzled her heart repeatedly, while their hands kept circling and hugging her naked waist and back. Two of them withdrew to caress her face with colouration. Manya bent a piddling low-down to enable them to reach her face. Two boy concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted feature of speech, running their semblance coated manus in figure around her impertinence, nose and neck. Within a few seconds Manya felt her sari top fall off while she was bent grass. She held the saree pallu one paw without covering herself up because the instant boys did not give her the metre to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and bent in her thinly, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously delicious sight for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to observe whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a inviolable regard and also saw Prem's dick stiffening in his tight denim. Almost all of her breasts popped out of the blouse and they hung like juicy fruits for the plucking. Her smiling face retained its smile when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom from behind her slightly dead set form. His hired man sought her exposed belly clitoris and his crotch thrust warmly into his favourite asscheeks. His color coated script fingered her navel from behind an he continued to finger it till he was satisfied that it was filled with red color. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroking and the press of his ardent body against her ass. Binu moved his script 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 surface area to handle if he had to color in it fully. He ravished his mother's body with his joyous, festive contact, but the touch for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to retain a smile while two others were stroking her fount and even coated her rosy lips in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused fair sex and she struggled to hold normalcy in body lyric. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching seawall and with the blood simply pumping their nervure. Deen thought that he would erupt a origin vessel. He shifted behind a wooden cabinet in the room and started stroking his tool from outside, hidden by the objet d'art of furniture. In an equally ruttish state was the strong Prem who couldn't take any longer and he too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both friends looked at each knowing and understanding the other's condition. Deen also felt he had an glimmer of the future.

The two friends watched Manya's ripe body being felt up in childlike mirth and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the minute. It was clear that all the attention on her body was turning her very turned on. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in modest anger towards her son, but to her discomfort two other fry who couldn't reach Manya's fount now took over the vacancy created by Binu. Now two twosome of hands were squeezing the sexy female parent's massive midriff from butt in total, absolute frenzy, but the horny woman could do nothing because they were kids and nearly certainly had no sexual intentions. She allowed them to palpate and discolour her and relaxed her body. The minute she did that, she felt three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and his friend could spray water on Manya. At that moment, as lot would bear it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thud on her big ass and lay flavourless on the floor, saree flung away from her dresser, her tit, tit, the full middle almost upto her bush fully revealed to the world. She writhed around firstly and tried to go up but all five boy chose that bit to train out their plastic water sprinklers and spray urine on her alky, exposed body.Deen and Prem were dismayed and Prem thought he heard a painful moan from his friend. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the front end of his pant a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to pull through plethora for both. Instead he turned to the good deal before him.

The voluptuous trunk of the housewife was writhing obscenely on the floor while five boys simultaneously sprayed piddle all over her. She didn't even scream or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking in the rainwater on her nerve, breasts, waist, belly and thighs. The boys soaked her with zest, one of them catching her right on her puss. Since the spray was strong and pore, Manya let out a moan. Her pussy was already dripping for the last few moment and mingled with the wetness of their sprinkling and the damp of her sari. Binu, her son was aiming his spray right at her omphalos and he kept the spraying until the water was over. The sight was outrightly crude and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated dick ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked consistency. He was out of control now and so was Manya. The five kids including Binu may not have understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and he was convinced that if there was one cleaning woman in the humanity who needed to be fucked into oblivion, it was aphrodisiacal Manya. He made a unsounded vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this game would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the boys ran out of water and left the billet, singing out their thanks and good good day. The young of them even helped a panting, writhing Manya to her feet, his workforce around her shoulder, and his gumshoe pressing into her face. Even here Manya was not spare and her moan was muffled by the thrusting of a kid dick into her face. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy's crotch and to her dead shock, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful face. Her eyes flared and her body throbbed in half naked excitement and confusion.

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

The intense intimate repercussions of hours of photo and body groping turned the horny mother of two into a hatful of supercharged flesh, that would enamour fire if the heat in her drippage loins was not cooled. Her boobs were trembling on their own pact and her heavy hip joint heaved about gently as if the weight of lust was too much. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched consistence and she could get wind herself sobbing in tremendous unsatisfied lecherousness. Deen was stunned and he went over to throw his mother by her over horny articulatio humeri. The vivid heat which emanated from her body almost made him recoil in shock. Her face wore a masque of lust as she looked up in a intimate fog. Deen decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the MD. Please be with Mom until I return ”, he said and bolted out of the business firm. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her eyes. His impregnable powerful look and her lust charged needy feeling met in a perfect exchange. She was quivering when he held her by the waist. His virile travelling bag made her tingle and she went hobble in Prem's arms. Holding her by her pelvis, he made her kneel on the floor, removing her saree in one single question. No language were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy look. No Son were needed too. He brought out his immense turncock and placed it at the entrance of her slushy cunt. His hands held her by her wax and hot breasts. The overall warmth in her physical structure amazed him even in his own horny state. He withdrew his pecker from Manya's snatch after an initial probe. He heard her whimper, groan and wriggle her ass frantically at him. The bitch needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to gift it.

For the adjacent ten bit, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his huge cock in and out of the horny Manya's ruttish twat. Her sonsy trunk jerked and vibrated under his marvelous onslaught. He was simply ravaging her wet and willing hole. She began to wail and scream and continued her high gear pitched response to his unshakable, hot strokes into her dynamite cunt. Loud guttural speech sound came from the horny mother as her son's intimately friend balled the inferno out of her lusty, stacked consistency. Every in of her lush figure responded to this explosive fucking. His manpower mauled her already well mauled tit. But she felt the grip and heat to be so state of nature, that she felt her nipples may burst out of her soft and steady cumulus. She thrust her lush, hot posterior back at his peter begging him with moans and beckoning him mysterious with hoarse grunts. It was mating of the highest intensity level and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son's pal and with the principal door right loose. They didn't notice or care. The fucking continued in its illegitimate vividness till the horny female parent felt the commencement flood of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing rhythm, he timed his release to co terminate with the curvy wife's own consecutive orgasms. He shot payload and lashings when he came. Manya felt her whole interior being washed with his potent ejaculate and her pussy continued to pulsate and clutch fiercely at his ejaculating hammer for five more minute of arc. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this wellspring by a turncock of this size.

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

Chapter 10

The adulterous wife stirred gently, her naked lower physical structure pressed against her young lover's, in a sideways embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her full trunk by people of all age had carried her lust to a peak when she was sprawled wet on the priming coat before her sons, writhing More out of horniness than any need to escape their sousing of her well-endowed body. She opened her eye and looked into Prem's oculus, unaware that her son Deen was in the background, unseen but watching every movement of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's deep eyes and a waving of gratitude flooded her insides. He was her knight in shining armour who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his shaft still inside her sop cunt and while stirring noticed that it was still quite severe. She moaned at this uncovering of his youthfulness and kissed him softly on his eyes, licking some of the beads of sweat, her hands holding his promontory, while she felt him doing the same to her face. Prem licked Manya all over her face, his lips dabbing at her impudence, neck and oculus, while his hands hugged her juicy body even harder to himself in a strong gesture of take over. Manya was gladdened at this presentation of warmth and she purred her acceptance by thrusting her lush pelvic region even closer into him, feeling his dick lead off a hardening process while her juices began to disseminate over it. Deen, who had watched his friend contribute his Mom her firmly ever fuck, took their inspiration to be a planetary house of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the house and return after a while so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the house in this situation, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the room access, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one net aspect at his female parent's luscious asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her facial expression was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the stead, leaving the threshold as it was.

feel Prem's dick Begin to stab into her kitty-cat, Manya stimulation was back into calculation. She twisted her lower torso, as if trying to readapt the positioning, when her head fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully surface threshold. Alarmed but not showing any abruptness in reaction, she relaxed her organic structure against his and continued looking at the threshold. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature ma'am's business concern, decided to fill up the door. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his erect dick from her miry pussy. The sudden void made the horny Manya sigh and sob but she waited with flaring eyes for him to close the door. Her custody reached out to unbutton her blouse, the only piece of garment which she had on. Prem closed the doorway and turned to the naked, waiting female parent. He walked slowly across the room, his knockout dick swaying gently, hitting his venter with every whole step. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked, light woman on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a sofa and continued to look at Manya, with a spark in his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled across the elbow room towards him, her souse body taking five turn to reach him, each bend highlighting her sizable asscheeks in the most obscene manner imaginable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her eyes to meet his throbbing cock. Reaching out, she held it by her paw, using its hardness to rise and face him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his friend's mother. Manya kept stroking his cock and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her puss. Prem's hawkshaw entered with a swishing sound, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to cuddle his head lovingly, while he held his bridge player up to force and mash her juicy knocker in a clockwise motion, occasionally letting his fingerbreadth tweak her tit. Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling into a heaving up and down motion on the hard tool, feeling it poke and attain right upto her belly. His stiffness facilitated great transition for the aphrodisiac woman's thrusts and she did so in slow and continuous question, building up a pleasant-tasting yet searing rhythm method. Her son's best booster had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in the cognitive process helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well orchestrated sex lasted five slow, loving min where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their consistency seemed like parts of one entity and looked complete only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurt were retentive and deep, each spurt being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly shortening flare-up. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a breast deep tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off equalizer, but allowing her to savour the strength, adhesive friction and sheer joy of strong-arm soldering with her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his oculus 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 inside and delicacy. When he kissed her there was mania, and there was also care. The satiated mother suddenly wondered whether she would sense the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The sentiment made her tingle but she realized that there was little to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her on a regular basis but never on the backtalk. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near when Binu would snog her on the lips. He was aggressive and he was physical. On her part she would bar none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent growth and send discordant impulse about gender. They had to learn about sex the cancel way and they had to learn about intimate propriety also the born way, even if it was a bit delayed and at the cost of her own discomfort. All her life, she never said no to a hug and never refused an advance from decorous males. For her sons she believed that the greatest discipline was ego discipline. But deep within she felt that she may have to play a theatrical role in Deen's realization. He was too silent, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya prayed that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of asking Prem but looking at his big hired man on her sweaty white meat and his dick one-half out of her ravished pussy, she decided that the consequence was later.

The prison term was nearly two in the good afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the sign of the zodiac, leaving Manya naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went naked to the door and keep out it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of events. There could not birth been a better day for her lush, sex starved physical structure. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before the entire neighbourhood and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny male of all historic period throughout a wet break of day. Following that, she had been given a weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his lav and now Prem completed her day with two of the most robust roll in the hay her indigent body had ever been given. The marvellous affair about it all was that none of her beauty made her smell slutty about the unhurt thing. She still felt she was in control."Was the day make out"? she wondered with a grin. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a petty later, she picked up her damp sari and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her bedchamber. She dropped them for wash finally and with a sigh, examined her nude body in the mirror. Her luscious knocker hung like ripe fruits on her broad, fair dresser and as she moved her hands over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive waist and belly. Her finger stopped at her belly button. For a second she dug into it gently as if to assure and key out what was it that made her son Binu so beguile by it. The moment her digit stroked inside its depths, she felt a dampening in her loins and a throb right down from her lower abdomen. She could feel her pussy come alive and the impulses almost carried upto her umbilicus. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for further probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a slit to her, displaying the Saami wanton receptiveness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to search, she thought with a common sense of surprise, but not with any alarm clock. 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 full phase of the moon, naked form and went to open the door. Along the way, as was her habit, her right paw, wound its way under the towel to caress her pussy, which had plenty of Prem's cum on it. It was overnice to find the ooze and she slipped nearly half her finger inside her twat, to forgather all the wetness. Before any grievous probing could begin she reached the door and opened it with her left hand, removing her right hand from her pussy at the like time. She saw Deen with two bags.

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

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

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

Deen felt the sharpness of the olfactory property from his female parent's helping hand and inhaled, confused over its source."Your hand spirit funny remark Mom, what's it ? ”, he asked, entering the room and placing the bags on the dining table.

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

"You must be hungry Mom, let's have intellectual nourishment. Binu will get along later ”, said Deen, spreading out the plates and beginning to serve out the hot Chinese nutrient into two plates.

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

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

Manya turned on the shower and for the commencement clock time since the previous day, began to enjoy a broad fledged bathing tub. She felt the water cascade over her bountiful tit and flow teasingly all over her organic structure, wads of it flowing right into her kitty-cat, cooling her cacoethes and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her deal soaped and lathered her well ravished, glowing variant and for a full ten minutes she revelled in the similitude pleasures offered by the strong shower and her own rubbing. She couldn't say that she missed having a bath with all the merciless dunking she received that cockcrow, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy soundbox. The bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the luminescence on her face with a racy smile and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't range it to wash the coloring away.

"Deen could you please occur and aid me ”, she called out through the one-half open door. She had left the door open for Deen to occur in later, but was herself au naturel during her luxurious bathing tub. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly magnificent body through the vertical dent at the corner of the door and the moment she called out, he entered just in time to see her wrap her towel around her waist and turn her back towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's all-embracing wet back with the indulgent flesh around her flaring waist. She had tied the towel almost at the beginning of her asscrack. Her back was red from all the colour, except in small plot where her pantie blouse had been. Her reached out with his soaped helping hand to touch her at the waist, his workforce getting drawn to the aphrodisiac folds on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the sense of touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her dorsum. Not wanting to drive back him, she let him hold her by her naked waistline for a while, before whispering"My back Deen. Remove all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a flush, he moved his hands, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like full breasts. Manya had her hands across her chest and submitted herself to his custody as he went about rubbing her raw back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain scarlet areas where the people of colour didn't come off easily. Manya didn't feel anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own notion. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's lush back that his hands got irksome and slower and his breathing heavier. The sexy mother felt her son's breath on her bare, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool off him. She quickly turned on the shower and the sprayer of cool piddle wet both mother and son as they stood within a foundation of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, unable to prevail his erecting. He was drenched too within no prison term and get a line his female parent's full laughter.

Her husband's disgusting conduct last night had left Manya to a greater extent than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her leave out consistence. Now after being subjected to some cursory kisses and gropes he had sped off, leaving her raw and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the outside mite of remorse for having left her high and dry at his boss'party and now showed out-and-out callosity in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The fountainhead 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 au naturel body as if in reassurance but realized with a smiling that the high voltage fucking she had been receiving over the last yoke of days were a far greater assurance of her desirability. And the fact that she was able-bodied to pull teenage rivet to her mature, sonsie body and leave them panting for More made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a total build attractive feature who drew men and boys of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the serial publication of feels and squeezes which her younger son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her body to people rather than the judgment and she resigned herself to the fact.

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

The moment Deen left the household, Manya raised her nude eubstance off the bed and went across to exclude the doorway. She was naked in the authority that she would now be alone in the family. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the sofa and unfold one leg over the arm of the lounge and left the other leg down. Keeping her handwriting around the glower abdomen, she clicked the television on and saw some songs being telecast. The horny housewife looked quite salacious in that military strength with her pinkish cuntlips being wide open in case there was a viewer. Crusted cum deposits decorated her privileged second joint and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two lewd bit, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to imagine herself in the custody of the various lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the confidential information ballerina in those Sung. A tide of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would depend on phase being thoroughly felt up by ten Thomas Young and strong male person professional dancer. She was pussy caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the couch, when she suddenly heard the doorbell pack. The sexy lady of the house was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no clothes were within reach.

"Who's it ?"she called out from her lustful locating on the sofa. She was relieved to get word a female voice reply. It was Sana, the neighbor's seventeen class old girl. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a minute ”, called out the nude cleaning lady as she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a pocket-sized towel over her chest and went to open the threshold for Sana'a, her back fully bare and her boob bouncing and jutting out through the thin towel.

Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature womanhood's body from head to toe. Manya was her idol and Sanaa's reason for idolizing her was that all the neck of the woods boys, kept talking only about Manya in tote up lecherousness and awe rather than about untried girls like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would have a hard prison term warding off other cat from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage daughter examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sanaa kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon like breasts, swung freely, unshackled by any restrictive clothing. She was also perplexed that Manya's mamilla were vertical even at this time of the day. She knew little about Manya's appetite for grueling sex and her ever hornlike temperament. In her eye she was the skilful woman of the house who couldn't avail it if she was blessed with a well stacked, knock out trunk. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every sentence the stripling poked her waistline to narrate her she was very desirable even for charwoman. It was cheerful give-and-take. Suddenly Sana said,

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

A bit puzzle, Manya thanked her sweetly.

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

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

"Everyone aunty Manya. I heard all the old men go barbaric, especially when your sari 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 barren female child. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in future. fourth dimension flew and it was getting closer to lunch time. Suddenly Sana'a suggested that they should ordination lunch from their family eating place. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to prepare. Sana quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering sufficiency solid food to take guardianship 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 restaurant when Sana called and they decided to bring it themselves. Salman had Manya in nous while Sam had Sana'a also in thinker. When Manya saw the boys arrive, she slipped into the bedroom and put on a twinkle green transparent saree over the petticoat and a sleeveless blouse, braless on her breast. She noticed after wearing it that the blouse, already low cut, had the top button torn off. She shrugged and went to greet the boys.

The Guy were in high emotional state with Sam constantly teasing sana and salman giving athirst flavor towards Manya. After a spell, Manya decided to bring the plates and lay the food on the table. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The here and now they went into the kitchen, Salman caught wait of the voluptuous married woman by her generous hip joint and thrust into her saree overcompensate ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her bosom. Manya resisted for a while in discomfort but knew that she couldn't for too foresighted. She kept eyeing the support room, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly decide to facilitate out too. Manya's hands tried to assemble some plates and bag together while her pussycat tried to fight off the gushing juices from deep within her loins. The Whitney Young stripling showed dandy anxiety in his mauling of the well endowed wife's eubstance from header to toe. His hands covered her clothed sort everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his paw right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a strong grip. Manya gasped and let out a light squeal. Her physical structure began to feel the fellow 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 early dishes. Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sana may like to get with you. ”.

"Sure Salman,"said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sanaa suspected that this was preplanned by the two guys. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the doorsill. Sam got his time with the beauteous Sanaa while Salman had the dipsomaniac and sexy Manya unblock and horny. The door closed and the floodgates opened for the illicit couple. Standing in the same place, Manya and Salman began a rapid fire fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen table. In the finis two days the kitchen table was used for anything but nutrient preparation. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his Pres Young grimace as he pumped into her, Manya was all raptures as the young he-man's knife thrust drove the vapours of her husband's neglect away. Her boob rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounce, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly romance them as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Manya's lecherousness skyrocketed to dandy pinnacle as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheated sex starved trunk. Five minutes of ceaseless pounding into the lusty housewife's cunt had Salman spewing out spoonfuls of seed abstruse inside her womb, hugging her wholesome body ardently while doing so. It was a mind-bending experience for Manya to be so enrapture. His vigor pleased her and his hammer still felt grueling inside her sodden pussy even after the banging he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue greedily.

Not letting Salman's putz out of her cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in small bounce towards the bedchamber. A storm Salman understood her intention and let himself hop along with her veracious onto her bed. The tactile property of his still erect peter in her cum washed pussy continued to stoke the blast in her abdomen. She craved for another pounding. A young man always came quickly number one. But young cock shooting back to erection quickly too. Her ripe organic structure could never be satisfied with a one round of sex. She craved for the next round ravenously. She was a bunny rabbit for the second fuck. She was a slave to vernal cock.

Knowing they had at least another ten bit the sex charged couplet took off on the adulterous female parent's marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent significant months with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into delicious sleep. It was now the bed on which she was getting her nous fucked out of her by the neighborhood studhorse. Again here, he was fucking her doggie panache. She was on all quaternity and he was ramming her juicy cunt from behind. Their combined juices trickled out down her voluptuous thighs to hit it up the bed sheet fully. The ass and the soaking continued for the adjacent ten minutes, during which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out on ecstasy without the fear of being heard. She gave wax vent to her bursting Passion by imploring him to bed her hard and true.

"piece of ass me tough Salman ”, she begged."piece of tail my cock starved pussy. nooky your booster's horny Mom,"she wailed, surprising Salman with her abandon. 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 bitch till the leg came when she was about to cream. He could feel her snatch muscularity tighten around his thrusting cock and the milking get more manic. His sheer mauling of her panting breasts reached big proportions and finally both of them collapsed in a heap on the creaking bed, going through convulsive climax with Salman lying on top of the mature woman's huge ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her release. The tangle match looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five minutes to untangle themselves from each other's hold.

Salman pulled up his trousers and said"Let me help you dress Mrs. M ”, and went over to tuck her sari into her shank. He squeezed the anatomy there in favorable reception, drawing a moan from the wellspring fucked mother. They tidied each early up as best as they could and went into the living room just in sentence to hear the ship's bell. Sam and Sana entered with sluice looks on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any questions and the two couples ate in total quiet. It was a broad repast and took Thomas More than fifteen minutes. Manya felt a little soreness in her pussy and once in a spell cupped it with her left hand in the course of action of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his lips. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's interest create a further ripple in her lower belly.

After the repast, Sana said she had to pay heed an art class and requested her brother to shed her. She wanted to be loose of Sam because of the reverence of any doubts in Aunt Manya's mind about them. Aunt Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched Department of State, as Salman led his sis out of the sign, agreeing to degenerate her. He closed the door shut behind him, not looking at Sam.

Sam cast a glance at the still mother following to him. She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her saree having fallen off from her creamy shoulders. He placed his custody gently on her lower, exposed belly and ran it in R-2, feeling the effeminateness and caressing it. Manya gave him a tired smile but did not stop him. She however said,"I'm tired Sam ”.

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

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

"Don't worry Mrs. M. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the hand of the aphrodisiac homemaker and made her lie down flat on the sofa. Sam kissed her human face all over lovingly and even lapped her elbow grease astragal in a tender show of fondness. He kept kissing her for a full five minutes all over her face and backtalk, holding her to the full shoulders and then gradually moved his mind to entomb it in the full pile on her pectus. He bit the teat though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this time making Manya seize his head. He spent another five minutes on her breasts, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her full and vast midriff. Manya gasped as his lip found her navel and let out a fully emotional groan, long enough to let him see that he had her almost at his mercifulness. After his nibbling covered the entire territory of her stomach and exposed hips, she was a heaving deal of flesh before him. The sexy mother heaved her rose hip and jerked them towards his face. The very understanding, sensitive catamount then raised the horny mother's saree up to her waist and dipped his principal right into the mature woman's twat. His tongue probed like a paintbrush into her dripping pussycat and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on accusation. Her script gripped his hair's-breadth and she pushed his headway into her steaming cunt, so that his natural language could go profoundly and deeper. Sam obliged the lustfulness aroused older fair sex, inhaling her musky aroma with a meretricious sniff, which made her kitty lips dance with delight and warmth. Sam led the sore cleaning lady out of her soreness with his finesse and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, stage splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ Fuck Me'written in sheer letters all over her curvaceous, well used trunk. She looked pleadingly towards her young lover, her eyes doing the asking.

Sam felt her slit and it was so hock and dripping that he felt she could take three tool. He thrust his manus first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his helping hand and brought out his arduous and eager hawkshaw. Slowly and caringly he entered the married woman's horny puss, feeling her bitch muscles spring up from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her gumption leave her as Sam began a dim and sweetie nooky move. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His pecker had also got itself out of the beginning screwing hastiness with Sana earlier and right now he was well poised to grant this horny mother a deliciously long piece of ass. He knew she would jazz it.

Long, deep and steady came the strokes of his cock in and out of Manya's cunt. She raised her hips to allow the counter thrusts and he held her rose hip to subscribe the thrust. Their bodies moved in staring rhythm as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor. The sedate offset rose to a crescendo which lasted another five bit. Incredibly their fucking continued unabated for another five minutes till Sam felt Manya's puss muscularity gripping his dick harder and harder until they suddenly released their cargo area. He gave one final exam violent thrust into her boiling pussy just then to time his release with hers. Both their liberation were noiseless, filled with mutual comforter and understanding. It was the conjugation of souls.

Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam gruelling to herself and lavished his typeface with hot and sweaty kisses for retentive moments. She lay in his arms for a long time, feeling the rage drain out of her well fucked trunk. She felt fully ravished. She felt saucy and glowing too. She felt require. She felt like a true charwoman. Sam on his part, looked smug and content, watching the half naked mother's beautiful features which looked better each time they made honey. If only she'd agree, she'd nominate a great and natural example for his brush or camera.

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

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya's right consistency was already pleasured by four young studs, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive lover. Each was a unlike experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, relaxed sex. Manya loved both. The speed sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her phone but raised her button levels to untouched peaks. The make relaxed fucking spread the pulsation to all component of her aphrodisiacal organic structure making every pore of her cutis glow in reply. Here, lying denudate ass naked on the lounge, she emitted that glow, making Sam gaze in continued amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring eyes. Then her eyes turned soft and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his hands cupping her effulgent face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the luxuria temporarily out of her system was a bit worry about the time. In about half an hour, her Word would come. Her husband would come to collect his bags before leaving for his flight but she could never predict the sentence of his arrival. But she was sure he would impart soon after his reaching in a lacrimation hastiness. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more fourth dimension they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his candy kiss, kneading her big boob softly. His after sex play was very tender and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet rim from his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say.

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

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

Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned red-faced than ever before. Though the estimate excited her, she knew they had very little or no prison term. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that extra special manner. But she was confused and lost for time. Sam took the go-ahead and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of honey. Before the aphrodisiacal married woman could talk, he opened it and poured a few drops right onto her puffed up, well ravished kitty. 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 kitty-cat lips, dragging the sweetened liquid deeper to circle her beloved bud. The horny housewife's wooden leg were wrapped around her young lover's head on the lounge, her hands on his head, with his head buried in her juicy puss. She was already sweaty and naked and his delicious act generated further rut in her eubstance, causing her luscious hips to originate a slow pulverization against his lapping face. Her cunt was a mess with her own juices, his cum and the dearest. The vector sum taste and perfume felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved woman's body for days together. Her secretion horizontal surface were overwhelming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, voluptuous body at his disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the randy housewife's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell doughnut. Manya's initiatory reaction was panic but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pick up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She donned her half-slip with the honey treated juices dripping from her stir up pussy. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly fucked housewife, opened the door to let in her children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their tangle mother. Her body was sweaty, fuzz uncombed and her overweight midriff glistened with sudor. Sweat had dampened her wide-cut cleavage too and Binu found his mother's tit to be fascinating pitcher by themselves. Instead of his common bm towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his typeface into her enceinte cleavage, his men rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every pore of his full bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the plentiful banquet from the restaurant.

In the form of feeding her kids, Manya got back to sanity until Binu suddenly noticed the feeding bottle of honey lying on the living room tabular array and said"Mom do we use honey for any of these matter to taste better ?"

Embarrassed, Manya found a way out by stating that she had mixed love with tea in the break of the day as a wellness preion."No wonder you look so courteous 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 Son finished their food that the adulterous female parent slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to forget through the kitchen doorway. He did so but not before grabbing the lusty lady of the house by her shank and giving a long and wet kiss on her full back talk. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen doorway. Hoping that her Logos had not heard the kiss, the lusty mother returned to clear the table, while her son went to change their wearing apparel. She felt mucilaginous all over and moist between her second joint. Sam had slurped away to the highest degree of the love and deep within she could still palpate the light dab of his tongue all over her inside. She experienced yet another chill and decided that she should bathe before her bodily good deal was too obvious to her kids.

The bath was cleansing more than refreshing for the wander wife and mother. In the class of ten minutes she wiped out every ghost of her hot sex sessions that her consistency could carry. What she could not wipe out was the special saucy glow on her face which came only from good, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the tub, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi transparent saree and wore it without a petticoat. She also matched it with a Patrick Victor Martindale White blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her rose hip and settled at the down possible level. It did look like it would diminish right off her juicy body any instant. The transparent texture gave plentiful hints of her trim back scrub and wax thigh from the front and her well rounded but firm asscheeks from the back. With her full bodied charms being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a lust angel in white. Her beautiful face was relegated to the setting by her opulent curve protruding fully out of her flimsy sari and tight blouse. Wanting to spend some time with her kids, she walked towards Deen's way. On the way she heard the bell. She opened the room access to see the flower vendor. She gave him his most heavenly peck of the day, her full chest showing through the sheer sari and her creamy midriff exposed all the way down to her loggerheaded blackamoor bush. She saw his eyes focused on the V region between her second joint and crossed them as if to pull his care. His gaze right into her bush sent a mild delight impulse through her soundbox. She allowed him to caress her script while giving the bloom. Even as the doorway was open she lifted her hands above her head to secure the efflorescence in her hair. In doing so the housewife's stallion middle embedded with that deep and provocative bellybutton was on presentation to the blossom vender. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the madam as practically as tripped, her whole saree would come unlaced, leaving her glorious, fleshy charm open to the world. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy female parent entered Deen's room to find Binu also there. Deen was at his put over studying while Binu was on the bed trying to read something. Manya took a book of account and slipped succeeding to Binu, lying on her stomach. She took one of her favorite romanticist novels to read. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her well toned and bonnie calves. Deen looked at his sexy mother's form. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer blanched saree and being on her tum, her curvy waist and rose hip were totally exposed to their gaze. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about LXXX percent of her back bare right up to her asscrack. With flowers in her pilus she looked every column inch a St. Brigid on her wedding Night and in that minimum clothing she looked a Saint Brigid who ached for a fucking. Manya turned around suddenly onto her rear while meter reading. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally swept off her shoulders and the bottom of the saree was now almost midway up her thigh. Manya kept recital, seemingly unaware of the body display she was putting on. Her garb was cipher new before her kids and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her ample thighs. Her chest rose and fell with each breath and her belly responded with smaller heaving apparent motion of its own. She looked a delectable objet d'art of beauty and Deen felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd dead body linguistic communication. He saw Binu also notice their horny mother.

Binu swung into action very soon. He kept his book aside and placed his school principal on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not make any sudden motion. Binu began his exploratory utilisation of his female parent's fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in retard and stabilise lap. He concentrated on the ticklish and sensitive zone around her late navel and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly adoration. She placed her hand on her son's head lightly but did not look down. Binu carried his captivation for his mother's hot body to gamey degree when he suddenly blew severely into her navel point, making the sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both mother and son again settled into their various by-line. Manya could feel the tide rising in her lumbus. She got wetter and wetter with each nibble into her omphalus. The juices gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was indisputable that Binu could sniff her foreplay fragrance. If Binu sniffed it he didn't show it but his hands now fully encircled his mother's big pelvic arch and drew her profuse lower dead body further into his facial expression. Manya's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by her younger son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and ready for fucking from the manner in which she was writhing her hips trying to appear rule. Her horniness carried across the elbow room towards him and when he saw her brass, the troubled feature of speech starkly reflected the burning lustfulness within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their peel when he moved his headland closer to Manya's knocker and said"Mom, when was the finish fourth dimension I had milk from your chest"? A stunned Manya looked at her son's head which was just a few inches from her rightfield breast. Deen felt his tool harden at the lot of his younger chum looking at his Mom's white meat while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her saree top off.

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

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

The sexually troubled female parent managed to mutter,"No Milk River will amount out now Binu ”. But Manya's younger son would not take this for an result. He kept pestering her to take into account him to taste her milk in a childish demonstration of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his chum was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the situation. Suddenly to his utter astonishment and wild arousal, he saw his well breasted bring forth unbutton her blouse and whip out one full moon boob and force it into Binu's accepting mouth. His cock ached and ached at this horny raft. His already half exposed female parent had now popped one of her boobs into her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe oblation. She just kept silent as Binu feasted on his mother's boob while his workforce were still placed on her full, exposed hips. Deen adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn't take his eyes off that raving mad sight. Binu kept suckling for one full-of-the-moon minute, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, chest out, wearing a smiling that occasionally turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no motion to withdraw her son's pass from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snigger saying that there was no milk and the taste was not as proficient as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the second even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unlaced and in the like exposed mannerism asked her elder son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was hard and his nut were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sentience of haste buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her sari pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her rose hip upwards, actually exposing the origin of her thigh. In a minute she turned and in the like trucking rig naked precondition, slept with her back to her son Deen, showing him the good and highschool cheeked glory of her ass. Binu had left the room after his boob suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy female parent. Seeing the well exposed body of his Mom, a few feet away, bursting all over with curves, the immature son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking care not to make any speech sound. He kept looking at his mother's monumental derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack throughout his frenetic masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his eye off his female parent's well endowed ass and came in big spurt, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Manya did not actualise what Deen was doing but was lost in her own world of lust after all the care she got from her son. It did not discommode her mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her juices started all over again. Her good hand rested again on her cunt through her crystalline saree and she kept giving her kitty-cat discrete strokes since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single movement of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to take aim a walk to cool off. Binu had already gone off to his protagonist's place. He whispered into his female parent's ear that he would be gone for an 60 minutes or so and Manya nodded in her partial slumber. Deen took one look at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and sheer stunner of her face. He also noted that her sari had now gone mightily past her thighs to just a few inches below her hot pussycat. He left the house and locked the room access behind him before he burst a blood vessel.

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the house, Manya heard the front threshold ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to spread out it. Desh entered the house in a haste but paused only for a patch to take in his wife'attire and moony look. In that white sari she looked a ambition. But the sari looked like it would slip right off her body. He caught her by the hips, surprising Manya. Instead of the fondling and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the folds of the saree and tried to tuck them higher around her waist. The saree refused to oblige and he let it return again. Manya held her husband by the shoulder, hoping that his planned going away for a hebdomad would stimulate him a bit more romantic. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedchamber to pack his bags. He took a few minutes and came back again to the living elbow room to generate 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 misstep. Even those lofty endeavor she had made to stroke his gumshoe through his trousers did not jolt life into Desh. life-time could not have got more frustrating for the lovely wife.

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

Her two sons were well-chosen when their mother suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to lead her head off all thing sexual. The three of them reached the cinema house got their tickets. With Manya in the heart, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom inside. A clustering of topical anaesthetic young person gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's lush ass sway away from them in a mind blowing manner. Manya ignored them like she always did. Inside, while watching the plastic film, both boy held their Mom's hands from either side possessively. Binu was firmer in his grasp and his elbows frequently brushed against the sides of her breasts. Manya relaxed against his elbow after a while, engrossed in the film. Once in a while she felt Binu's hands on her thighs whenever a odd scene came on screen. He would just squeeze her thigh and take his mitt. Manya became more and more aware of Binu's manus after that. By the end of the film, Binu had elbowed her teat almost throughout the motion-picture show and squeezed her privileged second joint at to the lowest degree seven to eight times. Deen observed most of this and only kept caressing his hard pecker without his Mom's notice. Manya was confused from all the happenings, but also very wet between her thighs. Her body knew only one way to react to caresses and that was by secreting plenteous dear juices.

When the pic ended they rose to leave. There was a hanker and winding staircase leading to the outside. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his female parent's bridge player and walked down the stairs along with the movie going crowd. There were plenty of Guy who were eyeing the ample body of Manya and some of them came right behind her and rubbed their prick hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at least five of them grind their dick into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a brace of impregnable kneads. Manya didn't want to create a fit there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked trunk with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the petting and groping being received by his luscious female parent. It drove his prick into overdrive and he stored some of the trope for masturbatory reference later in the nighttime. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to bet nude, then it was his mother's.

As Manya stepped off the last stair, she also felt her rear getting its last anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the site she put her weapons system around her two sons and the trio left for place. They had a light dinner on reaching menage and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his female parent whenever his Father was away. Throughout the dinner, Deen could sense his brother's restlessness and keenness to weave up his feeding. He saw his Mom go to her sleeping room for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the pal could see that she had hardly changed. The aphrodisiac housewife had merely removed her half-slip and bra and was still in that seductive sari that exposed all her treasures to the world. Binu cuddled up to his fully bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly clit, fingering it continuously. He was wearing boxershorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the Christ Within and crept up to the sleeping accommodation threshold which was unlocked. Through a small cunt at the position he peered into the room, lit only by a night lamp. He could make out their shifting and moving forms and see his beautiful Mom murmur many a time. He didn't hear Binu's voice but only his mother's mild moans and murmurs. His brother had one leg thrown over his sexy Mom's rosehip. He was hugging into her from behind, his headway on her beautiful neck, his shaft press against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a undivided bed of flimsy garment. His hand which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all over her huge, nude midriff. His Mom did not say anything other than groan occasionally. In the still of the night, at that bit, the telephone rang next to Manya and her log Z's son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

Manya shifted herself onto her back and took the telephone receiver to her ear. Binu's headway now rested right in the heart and soul of her breadbasket, his brim just where he loved, on her omphalos. Her sari pallu was off and throw away aside. It was Ram on the phone.

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

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

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

"Mmmmmm, ”, moaned Manya both as a reply and in response to the darting investigation which Binu's knife had just given to her belly push. Her juice were in fully flow now.

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

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

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

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

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

"Same matter is happening to me here ”, whispered the horny lady of the house to her unlawful buff while her son's tongue continued to scourge her lush belly. His chest was pressed onto her pelvic part and she wondered whether he could sense her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her left hand mashed her white meat over her thin blouse and she tweaked her nipples by herself and let out another long moan. Binu took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother.

"Someday we must do it in situation, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's blood rush and she barely managed a reply trying to fight the neural impulse of her son's trouncing of her navel. His manus were actually now caressing the naked luck of her upper ass, the nighest he got so far. From a distance it appeared to the watching Deen that his brother was actually squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her pussy. Her conversation awakened his curiosity and craned his ear to listen.

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

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

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly aroused wife, her vocalisation breaking away as a alluvion of succus washed over her interior. This last cable did it to her. The searing luxuria caused by her lover's lewd talk and her son's continuous loving worship of her heated trunk carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's head heavily as her juice oozed out of her pussy with a force that wet her saree around her genitalia. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his point 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 shake and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her navel, past the immense belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a shiny look. She had muttered a unspoiled night and tossed the sound away, her face and dresser panting. Binu saw his mother's glorious boobs heaving and forcefully took his optic away. He looked down to where he was. His dresser was against her crotch and her saree was bunched up around her hips, leaving her second joint fully naked. His cock ached and throbbed when he surveyed the spot. He had followed persona of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty female parent and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the phone"?

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

Her senior son, who was watching this explosive double sourced orgasm of his highly-sexed female parent, knew full than that.

Chapter 14

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

The oversexed mother, in the meanwhile felt herself sticky and wet both inside and outside. While her gushing juices washed her interior, her new son's midriff and navel point beating left her sticky all over the middle. She looked down after her spill to his forefront which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep. His foreland rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer whitened sari, which was wet around the crotch. Both his work force were around her hip joint and his right hand was infact cupping her break upper butt. For a second she was ashamed of herself for orgasm right when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a wild joy. Binu's nibbling had turned her ardour on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram's call came. His salacious 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 sexual climax, she merely found her son to be cunning in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire thigh region exposed. She could feel her pussy spasm mildly against Binu's dresser and wondered how it would have been in the grade of her phone talk and orgasm. The thought process made the straying married woman shiver. And the quiver brought out some excess luxuria from her pubes. She was still ail despite her going because she hadn't been fucked. Her good body hadn't received its fuck drugging. If anything she felt hornlike than before.

Manya had gone off to a unmanageable sleep in the Lapp position. She awoke, earliest than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his position. His soundbox had drifted away but his nous was now right on her privates. But he was dissolute asleep with a half grin on his sassing. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's mouth had been the previous night. They seemed to want to simply consume her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Binu realized the essence his squeeze and kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't subscribe his turn to be out rightly intimate. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her torso, especially her omphalos and ass. Gently she lifted her son's mind from her warm and damp pelvic expanse and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree nightfall right off her juicy body onto the floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was one-half past five. The beautiful housewife went edge naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at least an minute before either of her sons woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the chamber in the Saami half nude state. She put on a petticoat and a black bra. She wore the Saame white sari and blouse over the undergarment and decided to entrance some fresh, early on dawning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into the impudence of the daybreak, towards the jogger's park situated about 100 yards from her firm. Her white saree highlighted her amazing ass and revealed her squeeze waistline flesh, while the black bra only served to draw sharp care to her beautifully regulate boob through the white blouse. Her navel was the instant lot from the straw man, peering out invitingly through the sheer white saree. Her rear position was irresistible with her heavy buttocks swaying provocatively with each step while her exposed amphetamine rosehip and shank rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet pipe dream. To the secretly following Deen, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.

Manya felt more and more itchy between her thighs as she walked. The nip in the air played with her peel, making her nipples poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the night's arousal in her loins and her slow organic structure sway suggested that she was indeed in sexual want. Her son followed her from a distance of about 50 meters, taking concern not to be observed. Every passer-by turned and ogled the sexy female parent as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some exercise. On reaching the commons after giving scores of hard on on the way, the frustrated married woman sought a slightly secluded smirch and sat in meditation military posture under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"Hello Mrs. M, thoroughly morn ”.

Looking up with a head start, she saw Salman's father in jogging attire. The stocky fifty year old man had been lusting after her voluptuous trunk for a while now. Manya also felt her flesh stiffen under his hot look. She was soundless as he sat side by side to her under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, not more than a few inches from her.

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

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

"It's a shame so a great deal of smasher is being wasted. Let me designate you the new potpourri of blush wine over there"he pointed towards an even more sequestered spot, holding her waist in the same movement, as if to assist her.

With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny woman of the house rose and allowed herself to be led towards the maculation, his fond grip heating her body all over. She blamed it on the early morning horniness, but gave in to the onetime man's advances, recollecting his steely hold over her shank, hips and wet ass during the Holi dunking.

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

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

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

"This hawkshaw hasn't turned wilted since then Manya ”, grunted the man as he fished out his cock and lunge it into her unsuspecting hands.

Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his action and the thickness of his dick. Her palm enclosed it well and fully and the steely core jerked eagerly in her men. A groan escaped her rim and she began a obtuse jerking motion. Her soundbox was hot now and her succus began the outward journey down her plush thighs. Salman's father was a man of little talking and all natural 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 handwriting to handle her body. She lay savorless on the basis as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single motion, he lifted the white saree right over the necessitous housewife's bazaar and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy goof. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for condom. Her wetness surprised the older man and the passion of her twat only made his lust bill. He bent and stuff his thick cock into her soaked pussy almost immediately. He began the hard pumping, first in quick thrusts, which tapered into gasping slower 1. His hands reached out and gripped her aching breasts, making the build quiver. The horny wife writhed under his onslaught and her passion rose, making her coxa rise to meet every push of her older devotee. The squishy sound of his cock plundering her puss filled the tacit air and even in that province, the horny, adulterous womanhood hoped that they would not be heard. She did not know however that her own son was peeping and hearing, unseen from a distance, in a state of extreme arousal and excitement.

The sometime man's boneheaded rooster pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive pussy. The early sunrise dew soaked the exposed component part of the ruttish housewife's shank, 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 quondam man whose son had fucked the daylights out of her ravishing body just the previous day. The open air fucking charged her full-blooded body into renewed vim. Manya raised her hips to satisfy every I driving force of his with a force that surprised the thickset man. The dick clasping great power of the cheating married woman below him took the cockcrow zip out of him and in to a lesser extent than five hour, he was spurting out his semen, mashing her full chest savagely. The spurt of his cum hit her deep inside and the beautiful womanhood got her day's first seed fire in the early 60 minutes, when she was lying half naked in the common, obscenely surrendering her lush, horny organic structure to Salman's founder, while many other housewives were taking brisk paseo less than xx meters away.

As the older man rose from the sexy torso he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any possible peril. Sensing none, he whispered to the adult female he had just fucked that he would pull up stakes first and she could move over a five arcminute lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to gather her wearing apparel over her wet thigh. The saree was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The deaden saree stuck to the bender of her ass, causing a very perk up crack. From a space of twenty time, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously sexy and positively vulgar at that prison term of the morning, with the snort chirping around her. Her body looked so used and incongruous with the fresh surroundings with all the damp dirt on her. He did not see her getting her day's first fucking, but he could hear it. He remained in his vantage side even after Salman's founding father had left. He saw his sexy female parent adjust her sari and recline against the tree diagram. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another slope of the park and motion towards the tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a abbreviated word after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the extramarital adult female with Salman. Deen could only view a component part of the panorama behind the tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and bend her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's articulated lorry upright pose. He was on his human knee, making thrusting movements, prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous mother was on all fours, getting fucked doggie way by the Thomas Young stud. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen crazy and he began a long and hard saccade of his gumshoe, watching the seventh cranial nerve locution of Salman as he vigorously fucked his mother. The rage was too high and he came much former than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into the chaparral before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the Mungo Park home, thinking that it would be break to reach before his Mom returned from her early sunrise lark. He could distinctly hear Salman forebode his mother a gripe as he rammed into her pussy from bottom. On his replication journey he saw many midsection aged women walking around, either with their husband or their dogs, reveling in the morning freshness. He gave one last thought to his own lusty mother who at that time was on all fours, her delectable ass senior high school up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a couple of long time older than her son. Sensing another erection he went home, entered through the open kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched unseen, not very far from the kitchen threshold, waiting for Manya.

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

Realizing that the green would get More crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would leave first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the aphrodisiacal char he had just fucked rise and leave slowly. Her clothes were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to her low-spirited organic structure, making a very provocative schema of her well stacked dead body. Salman felt she looked erotic in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one full squeeze, making the fountainhead fucked wife squeal in half surprise and one-half joy. Manya walked right back to her house as steadily as she could, not bothering to look at any of the onlookers. It was a safe walk since daylight had begun to unwrap out. In that dirty, damp attire, strutting her well exposed ravished body around could have led to gang violation if it were moonlight instead of morning lighter. Her walk carried a boring careen, imparting a sexy raise to her pelvic arch. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman pinscher. Sam stopped to greet Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her strange appearance. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden motility towards the homemaker's hip with his olfactory organ. 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 trouble Aunt Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

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

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

"When ? ”, inquired the persistent stud. Manya was amazed at his bumptiousness. She realized that he felt she was an wanton, will lay. The thought didn't disturb her, though the expanding compass of her admirers to get across 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 hip for one full minute before release. Red in look again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one look at her damp shape, she realized that she needed to change before attending to her maternally obligation of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her sleeping room, she began stripping off her white saree and entered her sleeping room to recover Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a visible light kiss on his ear and whispered that it was time to ignite up.

Binu slowly opened his optic and saw a wellspring assail cleavage staring into his face from a black bra and White person blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit of his obsession, his mother's deep and juicy navel. As he rose, it was rightfulness in forepart of his face. He began with a thick, ahead of time break of the day navel kiss, making his sexy mother wriggle once again. When onto his base, he kissed her face and suddenly both female parent and son exchanged a quick lip to lip kiss. A pattern had been set.

Giving him XV min to be ready for his bathroom, Manya walked out towards Deen's room to check over on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to greet her. He was refreshful except for his bath. Deen had to control another rush of descent into his dick on seeing his mother in a petticoat and blouse again. Her expansive belly bore some scratch line marks where the priming coat had grazed her during those rousing sex sessions. Instinctively he reached out to feel her shank around those marks. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the park during my break of day base on balls Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow."Deen was happy 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 following half an hour and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu cry out for a bath. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and Deen ready to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed mother got down to bathing her sons, taking only a immediate look at Deen's crotch. He was half vertical. And Binu was limp. In the course of the bath she got around to soap Binu's private parts. The moment her manus encircled his egg, Binu's shaft shot up in two seconds like a serpent raising its hoodlum. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bath her sons. Binu's dick remained at entire length during the entire trend of the bath. Manya forced her eyes off it, only to encounter Deen's voiceless on jutting out through his briefs. Both buddy were trying to maintain normalcy, though Deen's task was tougher. He watched painfully tumid while his Mom stroked his comrade's cock, in the act of trying to wash the liquid ecstasy away. He did not enquire too hard why it took one wide-cut minute of arc to gargle it away. And now he also found it normal to see his naked brother fiddling with his mother's exposed navel point very often during the session. The sexy mother ended the bath and put the rain shower off. Deen felt his mother's fingers graze against his cock in a very unaccented squeeze play, but decided that it was by accident. Ushering them out of the Bath, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the break of the day's two-timing touch. She felt her pussy brim puffed up while soaping and a small tingling ran up her back as she soaped her put up nipples. The imperativeness of the mauling given by the horny father and son still lingered on her breasts and the hot look of her son's erect cock lingered on her dainty finger. Her twat felt strong and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to chance after the hardest of fuck to stoke her fires all over again. Even Deen, as he left the bath knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

intuitive feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the chamber, wiping her armpits and belly along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between her thighs and was beginning to enjoy the affectionateness, when her son's shout for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without question. No having the sentence to decide on clothes, she slipped on a white petticoat and a Black person blouse. As usual, she tied the petticoat five column inch below her belly button and kept the top two buttons of her low cut blouse undone. This was as goodness as her measure attire whenever hubby was away. She felt free and comfortable and didn't have to change unless she had to go out. She went to the dining orbit towards two concentrated dicks, one of which went with a couple of eager hands. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the side and poking her navel point at least five times during the meal. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her younger son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his hair's-breadth. But it was not fun and games for her slit. A slow fire had started.

Once her children had left, the amorous wife flopped on the couch and slipped into a short siesta. She stirred when she heard the bell ring. Her script automatically went to her twat. Every strait of any bell was something of a Wake up birdsong for her twat. And the light nap had introduced a docile tingle in her loins. Caressing herself between her second joint, 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 answer, much to the sexy mother's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the door, only to withdraw her script from her hill with a start. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for her appearance Manya ran into the bedroom. Sana watched Sam ogling her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a dismal blue saree over her half-slip. She was still topless and Sanaa could clearly lay down out her pert nipples poking right out of the blouse and through the sari. Sana felt out rightly envious of the bosomy older woman. She looked a bundle of intimate Department of Energy and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such cerebration in her mind, she opened a small envelope.

For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life out his dick trough he thought it would get disengaged from his fork. He had seen his aphrodisiac Mom getting her breasts sucked and crushed by his younger crony while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her naked, well curved trunk was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping pussy to an orgasm in raunchy horniness. The last lingering range of his juicy mother for his jerky off was of her heaving, voluptuous, fully exposed body being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling knocker, wet aspect, glistening bellybutton and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her fork, flashed in a promptly episode before his violent eyes at the climax of every frig. With the final paradigm of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his crony, Deen drifted off to a strangely touch sleep. He was indisputable there would be a time when she would manage to tattle to her Dad on the phone while some man fucked her brains out barker style. He only hoped he would be able-bodied to ascertain her.

Manya felt the last outburst of her orgasm leave her body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her bosom and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to stray asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a shock as to how exposed she was. Her entire front was open right down to her George H.W. Bush and the saree was bundled up around her pussy, leaving everything below assailable and bare from her fleshy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt she looked quite unwashed lying like this side by side to her son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit dampish from all his nibbling and biting. The side of her to the full breasts still retained his power play pressure and throbbed lightly. perspiration decorated her profuse trunk around her curvy waist and belly clit. Manya's eyes drifted to her pelvic expanse and the deal startled her. Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp all around it. The order of magnitude of the incident with her lilliputian son began to sink into the epicurean mother and wife. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial right field 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 slap-up study was self field of study ”, she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his formula itch. Manya knew that such urges were normal in boys and that it was severe to rebuff them because of the possible psychological recoil on them. Moreover she was certain that he would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As a female parent she had deep love for her sons and was sure that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his love, not thirst. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this phase. And it only made her experience sexier, in effect and more desirable. There was zip which turned on Manya more than than the cognition that someone lusted after her body. She did however inquire as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her body. The thought made her a bit concerned about her elder son's normalcy and she decided to take a closer look at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into quietus since the excitement of feeling and sucking his mother's boob drained him mentally. It was his number one face-off with his mother in a bare, strong-arm common sense. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to rumple his hair and shifted her body down to decide down beside him. She readjusted her saree to embrace her buttocks and second joint and slept with her back to her son. She tried hard to sleep but remained a few steps short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's manus on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her naked waist as it always did, towards her umbilicus. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her articulatio coxae and rested there. Manya could directly feel the impingement of his dick against her full and overweight asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's hired hand moved in and out of her belly button in a slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the enjoyable nervous impulse in her bellybutton to lease over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her tooshie. Its rut and hardness permeated through his shorts and her sheer saree. She was sure that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock against her inflame asscheeks, but the stimulate mother was sure that her ass heat was interacting with his offspring dick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny body. Her eubstance stiffened further when she felt his cock throbbing intensifies wildly. In amazement she felt her son's dick pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or driving force from his slope. She realized he was dreaming about the copious body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The throbbing against her ass continued like an automatic motor. Her dreaming son's pecker was beating against the object of his dreams, making the discipline of his concupiscent pipe dream shaking and wiggle against it. Manya stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressing on them. The muscle spasm were followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened the bottom of her saree. With a shock the sexy mother realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to feel the waves of release ebb out. For five minutes after feeling the live on weak throbbing, Manya remained in that posture to set aside her son's consistency to regain blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached arse and felt the sari around her ass, taking care not to disturb his leg over her raw 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 threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the sexy womanhood smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her eubstance 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 normal. The advantage of a wellspring fucked organic structure was that sleep enters quick and thick. It also leaves the body quickly once the required rest is obtained. The at hand break of day minute were also present moment for horniness to get across on the beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her hip, the knot having got untied. She was desolate defenseless on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast asleep, now with his rear to her. A flying recap of the previous night's consequence crossed her creative thinker. The endearing mother felt herself loaded once again with compassion and dearest for her son. On caprice, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his sleep to face her. His oculus were still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering billow of affection. She gently hugged his face into her titty and stroked his back, knowing that he was asleep and couldn't sense her nakedness. Her mind told her that this could be the survive time she would be hugging her son as a little devoid boy. She wanted to feel and savour the present moment. She hugged his boylike expression into her naked, to the full breasts, allowing their softness to smother his typeface. She kept kissing his sleeping headway and held him against her breasts for two wide-cut minutes. Satisfied, the nude female parent rose from the bed. As she got up, she thought with a implike smile that she needn't wear a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. life-time was shifting paraphernalia and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early morning time horniness crept into Manya's ripe physical structure the mo she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should take a stroll down to the jogger's Park. It was not the view of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some impudent air for sure. Putting on some undergarment, she draped the like iniquity risque saree over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The saree was crumpled however, making her aspect like she'd had a torrid night in bed. With slothful strides, the randy wife and female parent headed towards the joggers park, passing countless admirers on the way exhibiting unlike degrees of lust.

"I can't aid it if I'm blessed with a lush consistence ”, she thought ”, as she passed a staring middle aged man. The man's wife was sharply dragging her hubby away, giving filthy expression to Manya.

When she entered the park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sanaa. She had brought her mordant Alsatian dog for a walk. Manya knew that Sam and Sanaa were avid dog fan and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana'a sitting on a judiciary, holding on to her dog's tether, Manya heaved her sexy consistency across to her side, feeling many oculus on her exposed waistline and upper hips. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

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

"tiger, meet Aunt Manya,"introduced Sanaa, pointing Manya out to her dog. tiger rose to his feet and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake hands. Manya bent slightly from the bench to shake men. She found tiger cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's human face. Though not used to dogs, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful face with his long wet tongue. The eagre dog licked the beautiful female parent's aspect, thrilled at her willing pass. He ran his tongue all over cheeks, frontal bone, neck, and nose and tangle it in one foresighted stroke over her full-of-the-moon back talk. Manya recoiled for a second, feeling a bustle. Seeing Sana laughter, she continued to let Tiger lavish his glossa all over her face. Her nerve was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn't seem to require to stop.

"auntie Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't lick my font that retentive ”, said Sanaa. Sana again felt a wee bit envious that like her boyfriend Sam, even her dog seemed to prefer the sonsie wife over her nubile self. She pulled the dog by its trinity, dragging him away from the beautiful object of his attention. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her typeface with her saree and noticed the doggie perfume. It was a bit strong and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a while longer and decided that she had to get back home. She held Sanaa's bridge player to say farewell and bent to shake men with Tiger as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders, revealing a vast segmentation right in front of the dog's optic. Panthera tigris wasted no prison term in giving a sharp biff right in the inwardness of the juicy char's segmentation. The curvaceous mother was shocked at the act and felt a acute bolt of lightning of an indefinable feeling in her. Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's paws were confining to her feet and as she took a tone, the dog also moved to contain her. In the process, his paw fell on the tail of her saree, causing Manya to trip over. The well stacked lady of the house fell bland on her book binding with the saree getting drag aside from her front. tiger saw a fleshy target in his new acquaintance and he pounced onto the dipsomaniac charwoman, licking at her let out navel point. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping tongue, sending an electric flow rightfield through Manya's horny body. Sana simply stared for a moment at the lewdly energize sight before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juices out of Manya's spreading out belly. His tongue covered every exposed inch of her vast midsection and Sana'a gaped at the full body wife as she writhed about under the outpouring, not knowing how to stop the wildcat. Tiger delved into her bellybutton several sentence and his tongue sent shivers all over Manya's rippling dead body. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana pull back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and looked around. About ten the great unwashed were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into redness the flushed homemaker quickly bade beneficial bye to a still stunned Sana and moved out of the park. On the way she heard a guy call out,"lookout man out Maam. detent think like us guys. They are always on the feeling out for a bitch in high temperature ”.

The man didn't feeling like a regular in the area. But Manya was too lost to oppose angrily. She literally ran her way home, her center moist with shame. Only after reaching her kitchen door did she stop to unbend. Panting, she slowly started to recover her breath. The behavior of the dog outraged the wife, but she realized she felt dissimilar. Suddenly she moved her hands to her pussy and felt it through the sari. She was wet.

Her mind worked in all directions trying to understand her State Department. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt wake up. She felt like a bitch in oestrus. A real kick. somebody else also understood that she was in heat. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few solar day to get his hands on the horny wife, was keeping guard by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering woman and sensed that she needed dick. Unable to believe his luck, he held her strongly by her shoulders. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to regain the milkman. She allowed him to pillow her on the threshold of the kitchen door. She remained silent and shaking as he stripped her saree and petticoat right off her ass. The untried stud repositioned his favorite homemaker in the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to return her what she loved most. Feeling his secure tool ravaging her cunt pooch panache, Manya felt like a true bitch at that moment. The thought sent wavelet of pleasure all over her body as much as his steely putz did. Her mind went to the bitch that Tiger would mate to give rise to tens of puppies. For a fleeting sec she placed herself in the post of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppies. Her prolific cunt gushed out succus strongly to assemble the milkman's own spurting putz. It was a mind blowing, mad outset fuck. The deplete woman rested her ass on the limen of the kitchen and smiled at the immature milkman. No Word of God were exchanged for a few minutes. She watched with the like grin as he pushed up his pants and left her presence. It was a purely operable, purpose serving piece of tail, and the extracurricular Manya loved such fucking.

The prison term was still fifteen instant to seven am. Manya had another half an hour at least before her Word awoke. She felt smart now and memories of the dog's violation on her flesh were pushed back into her mind. Her saree was still off her trunk. Her ass was still naked on the threshold. 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 blank out to hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was naked. Her leg were spread apart in sitting posture and she looked remarkably well-off in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the penury to cover herself before Sam of all the people. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining mesa. Sam knelt next to the sexy adult female, his cubitus on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her pussy stuffy ups. There was no way anybody could venture it was her pussycat. Sam had made her pinko cunt tone like the globe's greatest gem cove. She admired his ability more than the grandeur of her pussy. However after repeated viewing she felt a warmth surge again in her lumbus. She gave him a sudden kiss on his lips. Sam responded by kissing her book binding and held her by her nude hips. His paw rested well below her waist side and he kept squeezing her generous physical body in mild comforting strokes. They looked perfectly matched and at ease with each other, like a hubby and wife going through the sunrise newspaper publisher. That was how the watching Deen felt from the side window.

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

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruits of their previous day's trade union movement. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty female parent and Deen could see that Manya was becoming witting of his growing proximity. She felt Sam's familiar deal once again encounter her kitty-cat and that really enhanced her comfort layer. She kept looking at the scene of her obscenely spread puss, thanking herself that she didn't wear any halo. It would have revealed her identity operator from the way in which her fingers were opening up her juicy cunt in the snaps. All along Sam kept fingering her pussy. Even her sighs and moans came by themselves and the couple slowly slid into a reclining posture. Manya rested her head back against the threshold and spread her thighs wider to reach freer access to Sam's cupping hand. He manipulated her pussy without stopping. Manya's bladder was full because she hadn't taken a pee before her morning walk. Now with all the succour of her sensitive buff, the insistence began to establish up to near indocile levels.

She gasped at his strokes and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His finger's breadth got meddlesome and busier with the randy married woman's kitty-cat. Each apoplexy of his raised her need to bursting levels. She felt she would pee any second. But the consequence never came. The besotted feeling persisted but the corneous wife could not release her piss. The relentless stroking of Sam on her pussycat thwarted the flow. Instead her pussy got swollen and wet with exceedingly charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's hand, her face wearing an agonised feel that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no advance clock time. He replaced his digit with his tool, stretching Manya outside the doorway right on the ground. Deen felt his female parent looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the ground, her hips heaving and her pussy swollen with the coalesce need to piss and get fucked. Sam poked her outer kitty-cat with his finger's breadth as if to try the walls. Manya burst out into ungovernable sobs, whimpering with need.

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

Deen was wild both with anger and stimulation at his female parent'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 mother was in distress."Do something Sam ”, she begged, looking beautifully helpless on the dry land, writhing in lust, her hands crushing her breasts.

"OK aunty Manya, you can pee ”, announced Sam, standing above her lewd form, with his dick hard and substantial over her.

The perverted cleaning woman could take it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his dick dragged him right on to her heave, full-bosomed body. She roughly positioned his hard pecker right at the entryway of her dripping cunt. She arched her heated hip joint up and forced an entry for his shaft, rotating her coxa greedily to allow his core to sink into her cut. She took his hands and placed them on her heaving knocker and forced him to squeeze the shakiness mounds. Making guttural sounds that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly aroused female parent thrusts her rosehip upwards, her center imploring and pleading with him to begin shag. Sam felt it would be a sin to curb back any yearner. He began rotating his hips and started a slowly fucking to palpate the inside of her boiling slit fully. His dick 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 crash and then getting fucked in a long and teasing rhythm. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.

Manya's cattiness was elevated even though Sam took her puss missionary manner. Both the teen could see the lust contortioned face of the beautiful woman as her wholesome physical structure got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every stroke of Sam's dick felt like it was hitting against a H2O bed. Manya's horny physical structure bounced and heaved at every thrusting in the other hours. Sam pounded with urgency to take the sexy wife to a much needed climax. The orgasm washed her insides thoroughly and she felt Sam's cock squirt at the same fourth dimension. With a concupiscent groan, she took out Sam's cock from her pussy and placed it above her face, taking the full flak on her eyes, nose, lips and cheeks. She licked the fluids wherever her clapper could progress to and released his hawkshaw only when it turned fully limp. 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 second meter during that torrid fucking session.

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

Deen rushed into his lav after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the prison term and rose from the solid ground gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this looking on his preferred model and he kissed her knockout on her mouth, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his mouth and felt him squeeze her cuntlips in one survive stroke before departing. It felt squeamish to be teased and used this way. Her soundbox's limits were being stretched and she found the exercise thrilling.

A cheerful Manya prepared a grand breakfast for her sons and only one of them knew the rationality for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both Son felt glad for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his first semen sack in his bloomers. He discussed it with his Brother Deen, who told him that it was perfectly instinctive. Both pal did not go into further details. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling different. She gave him a couple of hugs more than requirement to reassure him and even placed his hand around her waist when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her tit to touch the book binding of his head several times in the course of the repast, with and without reason. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and before leaving for school, gave his stylemark squeeze and buss to his juicy female parent. He gave her ass an special hard squeeze and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

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

Fifteen min after breakfast, Manya called out,

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

The storm teen was caught of guard, but he agreed. He was wearing only his shorts and nothing else as he came out to the livelihood room. His female parent had removed her saree and blouse. Wearing a bra and petticoat she stood before him with two towels in manus. Manya began her little game by saying that the oil would piss her half-slip dampness. She wrapped the unretentive towel around her hips and removed the petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the early towel across her dresser. The beautiful mother saw her son staring at her thighs and tit alternatively. The towel came to about second joint duration, exposing her golden, well toned thigh. Her nipples were clearly outlined through the slenderize cotton fiber towel across her breasts. She presented an air of utmost physical ease. The horny mother noted that the effect was not lost on her son. His young peter tented his short circuit already.

Manya lay flatcar on the floor on her spinal column and handed a bottle of oil to her staring son. In a balmy spell, 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 palm together and ran them along his mother's calves and feet first. They felt unspoiled and well toned. The anatomy of his female parent's calfskin was dainty and they looked sublimely elegant. They felt elegant too to the worshipful hand of her son. Deen's hands went past her knees to progress to her glorious, fleshy second joint. He paused for a moment here to pour some Thomas More oil. Wetting his palm with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out mother. The horny cleaning lady opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her second joint. Deen kneaded the build of her thighs, allowing the oil to circulate and get absorbed. They felt galvanic and charged. His mother's second joint felt like pillars of soma carved out of banana tree shorts. The flesh flutter and carried Brobdingnagian warmheartedness that got hotter with each stroke of his. The hem of the towel was quite highschool on Manya's second joint, about three inches from her nude puss. Deen couldn't see her pussy mouth but his fingers crossed the hem of the towel many clock time during his vigorous massaging of those sexy thighs. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual rousing. She had to take care not to usher it, but her body betrayed her. Every sentence her son's finger's breadth brushed deeper into her inner second joint, her thigh quivered in reply. She kept her eyes closed but her rim trembled enough to differentiate the story to Deen that his female parent was turning horny. He had no pick but to knead her. He continued his teasing touch, using both fingers and thenar to deal out some strong groping touches on her privileged regions. He was getting perilously close to her pussy. His hawkshaw was hard at the very beginning and now it was threatening to explode out of his shorts. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother's belly.

The sexy female parent gasped as her son's hands oiled her breadbasket and waist. She felt them roam all over her creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few drops of oil into her trench omphalos and use his digit to diddle it. Deen heard his mother's moans and suspiration all through this erotic massage. He was finding it as irrepressible as her. He lingered lovingly around her depleted belly and could see as he stroked her form why Binu was obsessed with his female parent's belly. Indeed it was a ripe hoarded wealth. And it carried a current that sent its charge right through his thenar and sticker. Both mother and son knew they couldn't take this erotic sitting for too long.

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

Deen took one look at his mother. Her full backrest was exposed right up to her fag crack. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hand to massage, he was sure enough he would be forced to bear upon her puss. He could see the side of meat of her wide bosom as they pressed against the base. Her script were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the surface area and softness. His mother had a very luscious body. He felt he was favourable to be able to serve her in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His mitt also constantly touched the sides of her breast whenever he tried to massage her sides. He lovingly reached into her axillary cavity and stroked them, eliciting a raging moan from his horny female parent. There was unadulterated noesis between mother and son that both were turned on. The intimate tautness was palpable.

Deen ran his helping hand on the dorsum of her thigh and in the summons got to pinch and knead them thoroughly. His sexy mother, from the spinal column was as well as nude sculpture, except for the cut towel covering her ass. And the cheeks of her good ass were all it covered. The residuum of her creamy torso was all his for squeezing. At one stage Deen had to sit at the base of her asscheeks in order to be able to massage her back properly. When he did so, his dick came into direct contact with the absolute base of her ass, not even an inch from her dripping snatch. He massaged away at her rear and as he did so, his pelvic region moved to and fro against Manya's lowly ass bringing his cock into periodic contact with her pussy entrance. It was a searingly arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed not to show it because her face was down on the level. Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks wiggle and realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced the pressure of his massaging which in turn of events reduced the press of his dick on her outer pussy. Manya was mad with lustfulness. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing short pants his stopcock would have been inside her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the event on her Thomas Young son. She didn't care if he fucked her. She realized that he was convention after all and that pleased her.

Deen however suddenly became subdued. The defenseless woman under him was his female parent and the thought kept coming back to him again and again. He was about to burst into interjection but forcibly drew himself away from her ass. Manya's ass stopped quivering, as if to express her disappointment. The horny female parent had reached a degree where zippo mattered to her. Her son's withdrawal puzzled her and she remained naked and frustrated as Deen announced that he had finished. He rose off his almost naked mother's back and without letting her see his hard on, rushed out of the room.

Manya got up slowly with a desegregate sentiency of disappointment and relief on her feature. She was happy that her son was a formula kid. Her body was dysphoric that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her mind accepted that non event with a maternally happiness. All in all she was electroneutral to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her breast. Manya didn't annoyance to adjust it. Suddenly from the corner of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his bedroom window. She could see him transfix to the position, his eyes on her. With a showtime she understood the situation. Her elder son loved to take in her. He was more of a Peeping Tom. She let the towel remain down and kept her tit exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her way with a deliberate, sensual sway of her pelvic girdle. The towel was almost falling off her replete hips by the prison term she reached her bedroom room access. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving Deen an unhampered position of her full white meat. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their basis and English. They jiggled sexily at her sudden round, making Deen's eyes pop out. He had seen his female parent's breasts in all kinds of hands and in different stages of mauling. But now, her single display was especial and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to fall off her pelvic girdle. It was well below her bush and it required a simple-minded jerk for it to light off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to decrease off her lush rosehip exposing herself in all her gloriole to her son. Her rich fertile shrub, her sarcoid thighs, her magnificent creamy midsection, her well endowed tear, her erect nipples and her horny boldness were all out in display for the exclusive eye of her roll in the hay son. It was an awesome flood of lust that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the Sami time. She felt a deep release within herself that told her that her erotic journey was now comprehensive. Well, almost, thought the sex crazed wife to her. Manya allowed Deen to feast on her voluptuous body for one full second before walking nude person into her bedroom and bathing tub. Deen saw her nude, wide asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his dick, Deen wondered why he was so aroused. He had seen his mother getting fucked into obliviousness, not once but several metre in the most obscene stance. That physical structure held no novelty for him but just now he felt he was looking at her all over again for the showtime time.

"Could it be,"he wondered with a electrical shock."Could it be that she knew I was peeping. Did she scupper herself to me deliberately realizing that I was peeping ?"The idea made him go feeble in his knees. He sat down on his bed, holding his read/write head. His dick was about to signal a burst. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just that. His luscious, hornlike Mom was doing the same with her egotistic kitty-cat, in the privacy of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, and two fingers deep in her drenched pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was long and spastic, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fervency within her which were angry, different and more right than ever before. The flood of juice in her loins had an uncontrollable rush about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she reached up and turned on the shower. The sweetheart downpour hit her with a stroking force-out on her breasts, hips, Dubya and second joint. For a full ten minute the horny female parent let her body take in the cool shower before getting down to the good business of cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curvature, she shivered in the computer storage of her son Deen's paw on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, pelvic girdle and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the imperativeness of his youth dick on them through the slenderize towel.

It took the beautiful adult female another one-half hour to wash herself thoroughly. She walked out of the Bath and into the chamber, wiping herself in the process. 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 soundbox had never felt more cared for and attended. With two sons showering their care on it, it glowed, making her smell happier than ever before. It also made the toothsome female parent hornier than ever before.

Manya's pubic region were now in a perpetual discharge mode. The succus always oozed now. Only their muscularity was decided by the place. With sex fully in her mind, she decided to lie down for a piece and cool off. Naked, she slid her juicy body under the binding and tried to sleep. Her bridge player automatically rested on her kitty mound, the finger stroking the lips lightly.

In the other room, Deen ranted about as he neared his third interjection. His total bed bed sheet was smeared with cum. In the course of instruction of three jerk offs, he had visualized his mother's horny torso in all possible situations of assault, use and abuse. She had screamed and cried in his imagination as tool after cock ploughed into her grabby pussy and hand 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 face coated with spermatozoon and her sexy body heaving about wantonly in the last phase of coming. Even after ejaculation he could still feel the leftover of the jot of Manya's fleshy, heated body in his palms.

The buzzer rang fifteen minutes later and Deen ran to give it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul, Manya's 60 year old seamster, accompanied by his son.

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

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

Binu walked into the bedroom calling out for his Mom. He paused for a patch at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the slew of his half asleep Mom. The bed canvass had slipped partly down at her breast, revealing one juicy breast fully. The early one was also exposed fully except for her nipple. He could make water out that his mother had one paw around her low abdomen. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully naked ”, thought the youth son.

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

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

Manya stirred at the cushy impact. But her eyes were still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely fount, proud of her mantrap. Instinctively he kissed his mother again on her heart and trailed his rim down to her cheek."Mom,"he said again in the softest of rustle. Manya opened her eyes slowly and saw Binu's eager fount about to snog her cheek."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him kiss her. Her hand which was around her snatch began its own decelerate apparent motion in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very slowly moved his lips down to her back talk for their customary peck. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her rima oris slightly to meet her son's lips. Binu accepted her offer eagerly. Mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her natural language into Binu's mouth in a tentative exploration. It was the low gear sentence that they had an exploratory kiss. Binu felt his consistency turn hot and Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny female parent rose eminent to make out the kiss in consolation. In the summons, the bed flat solid slipped right off her dresser, baring both her big breasts to her son. Binu's eyes popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right titty. He had established his right to take up and fondle her tit when exposed and he utilized this opportunity. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her right knocker. Manya kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed, her hand delving into her dampish pussy under the binding. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't assistant marveling at the ease and acquisition with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the same time. He seemed an excellent visage. The twin pressures were really getting to her. Her kitty, which was already moist, began to gain in estrus. She realized the demand to regain some motherly sanity. She removed her wet back talk from her son's mouth and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's eyes, continuing his breast caress for another ten seconds.

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

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

"Pest ”, she laughed and slapped her son on his rear playfully."You're telling me now after so long."One script was still under the cover and on her slit when she told Binu,

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

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

The dressing up was quick since Manya simply slipped into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten year now. He was almost a saintly old man. Manya felt very well-off with him. It was when she entered the animation area that both Deen and Manya got a shock. Deen because of his Mom's scanty garb and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to follow with his son. But she continued in her attire because they had to take her measurements in any case. Three manlike eyes looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained knocker swaying sexily with each step. Deen left them and went to his way. But he took up a positioning 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 small talk with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen eld old. He was a melt off lad with lancinating middle and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every clip her breasts heaved during the talk. She also noticed that the lad's eyes remained sterilise on her huge, exposed midriff when he was not staring at her melons. Abdul then took measurements for her blouse. His son noted down while the father called out. The watching Deen saw his female parent nurture both her hands for Abdul to measure her chest. His dick shot to aid yet again as the taping encircled her to the full breasts and yank heavily whenever Abdul's knuckles pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw Abdul's deal graze his female parent's erect nipple on two occasions.

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

The old seamster then gave the tape to his standby son for taking the petticoat measure. Deen was startled. Manya herself didn't expect it but was deaf to the change. Kneeling down to look her sexy waist, the lad encircled the lush ass of the homemaker with the tape and called out the size. Deen found the kid's reading out his Mom's ass size a very hasten and baseless act. He kept clutching his aching shaft and peeped on as the boy circled the tape around his Mom's pleasant-tasting waist above the belly button.

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

The horny married woman felt the boy's hands pressing into her fleshy modest abdomen for a few seconds as he read out her terminal measuring. She gasped and that made the tiddler look up into her brass, past her to the full cleavage, his side inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her heart away from the boy. The sudden shake which went up her eubstance betrayed her arousal. The founder and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's body as her watching, horny son jerked off for the fourth clock time since the morning.

It was while they were leaving and Manya was closing the threshold that Deen saw and heard Binu bound into the sustenance area. Binu had missed the scene where Manya was measured up at leisure and that was why he showed a bit of surprise at the rosy-cheeked 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 head her by her exposed waist to the dining table. Deen kept observing the casual manner in which his younger brother kept caressing Manya's waist all the way to the table.

The three of them finished a good meal. While Binu was eager to run out for his cricket his brother and mother were horny and restless. Manya was corneous because of the immense stimulation caused by Deen's massage and the Revelation of Saint John the Divine that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt gravid in the companionship of her sons, airless and more secure than ever before. She was also surefooted that every act of theirs was out of pure passion. Even the lust was making love driven. Being a love starved woman with a sex starved body, this attention from her sons made her gladiolus. It also made her extremely steamy. All the kissing and pawing by Binu stirred up her succus and left her craving for the existent 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 dead body language. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him to see the itchy pussy nestled between those glorious second joint. He noticed light beads of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her center showed a disquiet tone. Deen realized a stage had come where he communicated with her corporeal needs very directly. He could sense when she needed a fucking just as surely as he could smell out when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a practiced fucking.

Both female parent and son were lucky. The answer to their feelings came in the form of a call from Prem. He called to find out whether they would be keen on a crime syndicate garment cut-rate 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 Quaker's lieu to hand over some borrowed college designation. He asked Prem to follow over and call for his mother to the sales event, promising to connect them within an time of day. She smiled to herself at the opinion of being entirely with Prem for at least an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the menage with his buddy. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's sake. It made him happy. The charge time was six in the even and he had an minute and a half to pass. The brothers left in different directions.

Deen headed towards the market place and went straight to his front-runner bookseller's shop class. It was his favorite hunting place for his sleaze collection. lit, pictures, and cassettes - the blank space had it all and the owner was a favorable, portly halfway aged man. Deen walked into the shop which was good of wrack of Scripture and cartridge clip. The cassettes were all lined up against the paries. But Deen began looking into the book racks. There were four of them and a passage separated each one from the other. A person on this side of the rack could not see the one on the other side of meat. While Deen started looking into the incest collection, he suddenly heard a indulgent discussion from the former side and stiffened when he heard the name ‘ Manya ’. He strained his capitulum to catch the phonation and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a quickening pulse, Deen heard on.

"You mean your Doberman went for aunty Manya's kitty that morning time,"came Salman's exclamation.

"Yup, ripe towards her genitalia. I had to hold it back. He must take loved the smell from her pussy after all you did to her ”, replied Sam.

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

"Wow, I'm not surprised. She's hot way beyond convention. And she loves having her purulent eat up ”, said Sam.

"You did that ?"ask Salman.

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

"She's wild Sam. She loves it when I take her like a beef, on all fours. But next time I'm going to dip my expression into her juicy cunt first ”.

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

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

"Oh, she'll take us both gentle. You first thrust into her sass while I lick her into preparedness. Then we switch."

"Mmmmmm,"mumbled Salman hornily. You might as well bring your Doberman along to bat her fairly 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 aroma. And Manya will take it. I know for sure she'll love it too. She's nutcase for cock in any form ”.

"Fuck, god dam adulteress ”, hissed Salman."This talk of the town is making me horny Sam."

"You bet. And Sanaa told me that your Alsatian gave Aunt Manya a foresightful and thorough licking all over her case and belly ”.

"abdomen ! My goodness. I can't take this anymore. I need to either fuck or jerking off. Let's get the pit out of here ”.

The stunned Deen heard his two friend rush out of the computer memory. Their talk of the town and the disclosure about his Mom's doggie adventure shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her utmost horniness and utter depravity injected a reinvigorated undulation of voyeuristic thrill in him. Their talk of performing a threesome with his mother with the possibleness of the dog connection in took his vision to the highest imaginable level. In a way he knew such a affair had to be around the corner. His dick ached and strained against his pants and he kept clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had just transpired. He regretted having left the parking area early that morning. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

"If necessary, i'll offer to take her for a morning walk tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would work its rise,"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 house was totally in tune with Deen's prospect. The here and now the horny Manya opened the door to let Prem in ; the tike immediately understood her state. There was no tidings exchanged for the following fifteen proceedings. They rushed into the close room which was Deen's bedroom and the two hot organic structure entwined and mated with animal thirstiness and get-up-and-go. Manya moaned without a break as the nestling's hands mauled her hips, breasts, stomach and second joint with a continuity that raised her heated body to stupefy tier of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each early like consummate consistency mates. Manya lifted her long ramification and wrapped them around Prem's pelvic girdle as he pumped hotly in and out of her boiling, adulterous kitty-cat. Each clip he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiable but her intimate desire was on a rising curve ball. The beautiful mother was turning into daimon that could die for turncock. Prem rammed his dick into her greedy puss and Manya's clasping snatch muscles propelled him into initiating knifelike violent thrusts which made the luxurious lady of the house's torso milk shake. Her breasts shook like two beautiful ripe mango tree on a branch. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking delectation. His cock made squashy sounds as it pumped the Hades out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping twat. The accumulated hot pants of the sex starved wife found violent reflexion as her hips rose in rhythm method of birth control to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his back and urged him,"shag me Prem. Fuck me hard and deep. Aaaaaaaahh…."her voice trailed as Prem proceeded to give her pussy an absolute fucking. Manya gasped with each strong cam stroke and moaned with each full squeeze of her tits. Her dead body had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extremum. Both Manya and her younger lover sweated profusely and the sweat flew from Prem's hair to spray her face. Manya's face assumed contort expressions of surcharged lust. She was being balled by her favorite lover and she gave herself in completely to his hard hands and strong dick. Her insides were being ravaged with savage consistency. The rampart of her slit were being stretched and her twat felt like it was being pounded into pulp by Prem's cannon like driving force. She was gradually reaching yet another brain blowing cock induced orgasm. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her bosom getting crushed against his dresser, while her teeth dug into his neck. Prem held his Friend's horny mother by her sizeable pelvis as she clung to him and rammed his last thrusts before spurting out hotly into her receptive cunt. Their reciprocal orgasm lasted a full two minutes. Manya's fertile pussy was flooded with unnumerable spirt of her young devotee's potent spermatozoon. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to put out him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like sexual love tunnel.

Manya loved the feeling and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her headway and kissed him on the brim, long and cryptic. She used her entire mouth on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful mother's oral cavity. Their oral fissure and clapper remained locked for a total five minutes, during which time they slurped and slurped on each other's juice. Occasional gasp and murmuration escaped the mouthpiece of the full-blooded lady of the house as she succeeded in keeping her young lover's pecker firmly lodged in her pertly fucked twat. Taking her backtalk slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's eyes. Prem, on his function, looked deeply into Manya's optic. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The uneasiness on her face had vanished and was replaced by a lovely glow in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her eyes. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that position for another five minutes. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual round was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his sleeping room windowpane, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a violent, saccade, masturbating witness.

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

"Prem,"she said, gently caressing his brain, as it rested on her toothsome cleavage.

"Mmmmm, yes, auntie Manya,"mumbled Prem, encircling her rightfulness pap with his lips.

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

"Prem, I'm a little care about Deen."She of trend did not cognize that her son Deen was listening to the entire public lecture and was listening with rapt attention now that his public figure was being mentioned. He pricked his ears and laughed lightly to himself at the idea of his nude, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his respectable friend while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

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

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

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

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

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

"It's a feeling that I get of tardy. He doesn't show the itch of boy his age ”.

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

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

"I should cause known your ability, I'm sorry. mother's eye misses nil,"smiled Prem, slipping his right hand down to hale 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 protagonist. Even Binu is more strong-arm, like a boy with growing hormones. Deen is loving and caring, like you are, but he's not passionate in that raw, physical sense, like you are ”, she murmured, running her fingers all over Prem's hair.

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

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

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

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

"Energy he masturbate like all healthy male child and discuss girls,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes."You are his advantageously acquaintance, tell me ”.

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

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

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

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

"I'm dangerous aunty Manya. When he can ogle this gorgeous consistency unhurt day, why would he require another girl ? Besides, which girl has your ripe, wholesome body ?"

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

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

"Oh come on aunt Manya, if I was in his property, even I wouldn't flavor at another girl. I would never have been able to get enough of you ”, said Prem, watching Manya bloom again.

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

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

His row sent a wave of thrill into the housewife's body. She felt her snatch wall try to clasp at his semi erect instrument wedged inside her. She felt wild.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Outside the window, Deen felt like his clod were going to detonate. This had crossed his untamed imagination. It was the barbaric convergence of the mutual horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving look to it in the starkest, most erotic way potential. She was fucking his best ally as a replacement. His mother was crossing the last frontier towards incest. But the greatest matter about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the peeper loved it all the Thomas More. More than fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his mother talking about fucking him. It was wilder than the real thing, at least for him. Rubbing his bursting pecker, 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, mammilla, belly, navel everything. You are a wet dream. I can figure out and bang every inch of you Mom. You're built for fucking ”, went on Prem, getting aroused by the whole act.

Manya could now feel Prem's tool prodding at the walls of her cunt in mini thrusting. Her cunt oozed succus and they streamed compensate out onto her interior second joint. This was the wildest spell of lubrication in her sex spirit. She felt her foreland move around lowering and her heart were glazed all over with lust. She drew Prem into her even closer, her second joint gripping him hotly. She could now almost see Deen's expression in Prem.

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

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

"Yes Mom,"he went on, trying harder now to mime Deen's vocalisation. He began a slow motion thrusting into his expert friend'mother, making sure as shooting that the tip of his dick caressed her pink pussy rampart teasingly.

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

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

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

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

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the cock hungry mother, mad with luxuria. Her puss, second joint and hips responded with come alive incestuous vigour. She heaved her coxa upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the vernal stud. She opened and closed the hold of her heavy thighs against his rose hip in a wanton show of extreme arousal.

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

Deen's psyche was reeling and his pith was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to commence with. He saw an unruly man, glum and sinewy, manhandle his beautiful female parent, pump into her slit roughly, mash her fleshy torso all over and finally vomit up his hot cum recondite inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't mind going through it with her son in the house made his mettle beat faster with the actualisation that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved char. bad still, she simply loved getting fucked like a kick. While on all quatern, with the grocer's laborious putz pistoning in and out of her steamy zany, she hardly looked the loving Mom who cared for him and his little brother. Nor did she search like the mysterious tease that coaxed and cajoled his putz into extremist hard hard-on with her revealing style of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every inch a horny loose woman who craved gaudy and adulterous sex and loved only those thing that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his jolt turned to awe, his contempt turned to understanding and his jealousy turned to hunger. His vernal brainpower related her demeanour to the inability and foul behaviour of his drunkard founding father, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and luscious beauty like his Mom in his liveliness. The hatful of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked royally by a alien only served to make him agnize the full potential drop of his beautiful mother's sexuality and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His heart reached out compassionately towards his mother with a soft corner. So did his peter - with a difficult on.

Suddenly in one swift motion, he clutched his burgeoning pecker and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in less than twenty dollar bill solidus - so powerful was his surge of passion for his aphrodisiacal Mom. Even after ejaculation his shaft merely registered a suspension but not a droop. He quickly resumed his dick pumping and this time the images of the grocer balling his hammer hungry mother were more vivid and telling. With equal intensity he spewed his sperm all around him in the bath, gasping at the monumental 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 glowing and meet. He loved to see her getting fucked.

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

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

"Oh yes ”, he must have finished his bath, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her sari around her well ravished form for about the fourthly prison term of the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiety and waited until she had almost finished wearing her sari and just when she was tying the nautical mile in front end of her shapely midriff, six column inch below her tantalizing navel, he walked into the room, calling out her public figure. Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued wearing her sari and completed tucking in the knot and adjusted the front of her sari. The top of her saree was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy shoulders. Her nipple still peeked through the transparent blouse and saree, but that didn't matter. Her present vulnerability was part of routine as far as her son was concerned and she was quite sure that it didn't hassle Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's exuberant trunk with a new gumption of appraisal. He now saw her as a fleshy object too, that at clock time could take off into uncorrectable and wildly aroused behavior. His eye never left her generous hips. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's centre and saw some relief and contentment. Strangely that looks in her optic turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing smell a remarkably arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's aspect. It was the look of a freshly fucked woman. A freshly fucked female parent of two Danton True Young and steamy sons.

Manya had no prison term to lap herself and while sitting across the tabular array with Deen, she wondered how her untried son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his mother was getting mercilessly balled by a unknown. 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 bearing, like a true bitch. Both Mom and son had sex on their creative thinker when the doorbell rang. It was Binu, her untested son. Manya rose to open the door and once again Deen got the jimmy thought of her ass, rolling along with his mother's step, with each boldness rubbing sexily against the other, with the completely movement clearly evident through the semi transparent sari. Binu gave his pertly fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the door. He smothered her still sweaty torso with his arms and reached out to get his customary feel of her juicy omphalus. He was a bit surprised at its moistness. Even her face smelt different when he kissed her brass. The perfume was not just different. It was more energise. And his dick endorsed his thoughts by pressing hard into his gorgeous Mom's flabby and all-encompassing belly. That made Manya stiffen a bit but then she had seen his erections before and allowed it as part of growing up. What worried her was that Deen showed a mindset dissimilar from Binu. He was unemotional, soft and closed. He was not physical like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his solid food right away and gulped it down in less than five bit. All three rose after lunch to retire for a unaccented afternoon nap. Deen slept in his room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's swaying ass into her elbow room and onto her bed. This was quite normal for the two. She settled her scantily cloak ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders but Manya didn't bother to adjust it since she was going to lie down. Her nipple came into absolved survey of Binu's center and even this was an everyday social function. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may have had something to do with her body scent he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electricity menstruation between them. He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, wide belly and stroked the flesh lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her plush ass was pressed hard against his crotch. He was wearing just his shorts without any underclothing and this was cipher new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his founding father was away and right through the night, he would squeeze her all over, especially her hips, asscheeks and belly. His darling spot however, was her deep belly button. Manya allowed him to wreak around, with the sureness that it was simply a childlike fascination which he would soon overcome. fiddle around he did, but quite energetically. He would plant a series of wet buss all around her belly, concentrating on the expanse around her navel. He would nibble, salt lick and blow into that juicy navel, showering all his affection into its enticing profoundness. He did that all the time, at least twice a day and More if the situation permitted. He would carry on his romantic act until he heard his Mom's long and aroused moan. She would not shake up him off but it was a signalize to him that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a cleaning woman starved of hugging, Manya actually enjoyed all this physical display of harmless affection from her jr. 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 rub down it quite freely and even realize her squeal with his surprise advances on her lush behind. Gradually she grew to like it, even look forward to these gropes and feeling. They added to her sensory faculty of being wanted and enhanced her desirability levels. At clip she suspected him of having definite sexual overtones in his military action. Those were the instant when he would run his fingerbreadth up and down her asscrack, pass her a big hug from seat and a long kiss on her let down cheek, dangerously close to her full lips. She would palpate an crying moistening in her lumbus but regain quickly enough to send packing 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 years old. And he did not care that his action were being observed rather curiously by his elder chum Deen. That afternoon, Deen realized that his sybaritic female parent had gone to rest without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex Roger Huntington Sessions with the grocer. Her organic structure must be certainly reeking of the combined body fluids of the dark grocer and his fair mother. He also realized with a pounding marrow that her unwashed snatch must be still nestling a good total of his copious electric discharge. He marveled at her conduct and position and was wondering how lucky Binu must be to get to grope his Mom rightfulness after her torrid sitting. Little did he get laid that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to revel in her outlaw pleasance for as long as she could, deriving the utmost gratification from life's little adventures.

Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to inspect one of his classmates and he looked into his Mom's chamber to inform her. This prison term he stood still in amazement. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her hips with his right on leg thrown across them. Her sari rode right above her second joint, displaying their ample well curved bod and the garment stopped just a mates of column inch below her pussy lips. He couldn't see the lips but Binu's sleeping conformation fully embraced his mother, with his dick thrusting through his shorts just at the top of her ample, exposed second joint. Manya's belly and umbilicus were fully stark and overt. The saree around her waist had dipped to extra low levels in the course of action of her rest. There was just a 4 inch screen of sheer garment above her pussy. Every other inch of her delectably fleshy midriff lay opened like a well laid out feast. Binu's head was buried in her full heart, his poke dig right into her creamy cleavage. Both were asleep and the pose, supposedly a mother son sleeping posture, looked anything but non intimate. Incredibly it was absolutely non intimate and apart from Binu's repetitive caressing and navel point kissing, Manya was never subjected to any sexual intrusion. At least not from Binu. But looking at them lying in close pairing, Deen felt that familiar tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their patent peace and calm air. His horny Mom, after her torrid ass had shifted power train and was lying trailer truck nude in her 12 year old son's sleepy embracement with his head nuzzling her melon like breasts, his prick pressed against her crotch and with his legs drawing her broad hips into himself in a genitive hold. The flock was beautiful, strangely erotic and spoke of the absolutely strong-arm channels of communication which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to disturb their cloud nine, he left the room and house and walked across to his classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her lush consistence. She looked down to see her piffling son Binu's mind cradled in her juicy tit and smiled. She ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his tight leg embrace around her full moon articulatio coxae. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive clasp of her younger son on her almost au naturel body, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn't display this horizontal surface of physical proximity. Slowly she moved Binu's leg away and tried to get up. She felt Binu's branch encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up. She found him very cute, even though his hands encircled her lower stomach, just a few column inch above her bush. She looked down to notice that her sheer sari had bunched itself around her bush with her entire consistency above and below fully exposed. A thrill shot through her full-blooded body as the naughty, exhibitionistic side of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's drowsy traveling bag, she moved out of the bed into the bathroom. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of spillage all over her torso. She reached out for the hired man exhibitor to moisten her insides after peeing, but suddenly for some reason, she placed the hand rain shower back and allowed herself to remain unwashed, still unwilling to untangle herself from the remnants of her mind blowing two fuck episode belatedly that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to chat his friend Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to represent his daily evening cricket. She hoped Deen would develop an interest in athletic contest like Prem and build his physique too. Manya wished her sons were also lithe, strong and well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making burnt umber the turned on housewife smacked her lips and looked at herself. Her wearing apparel were still crumpled and her hair quite disheveled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed wrinkles, giving those cheeks a well fondled proscribed appearance. Manya's ass world twitched at the much thought. The grocer's smooching had been animal and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but crying squeeze. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting nothing in replication, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's distaff champion openly admired her ass and even made their jealousy obvious. They said it was excess full-of-the-moon, jiggly and could drive a saint to intimate madness with their richly rise leap. She tended to correspond with them. Her buttock did flare out disproportionately from her rather ample hips and what made the ass more prominent was her long and unflawed waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unique gift. Her waist and ass fed off each other's nimbus. Manya felt rather proud of her raise 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 hip joint. And she did that with a vengeance. She was a fine piece of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Battle of Midway through her coffee berry making she heard the doorbell ring again. Feeling no plain threat to her under dressed appearance since hubby was due only after half preceding six, she shifted her voluptuous consistency across to answer the room access, with her left manus again fingering her pussy hammock up to the finale second. On opening the door she saw her Cousin Dan's immense form with the chesty face. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one fourth dimension supposed to espouse Dan but considered him too oil and arrogant. The arrogance came from his wealth but he did not get class along with his wealth. Now years later, with her new found fascination for crudity, the same Dan began to bet quite appealing and desirable. Dan's eyes swept over her sexily attired frame and rested right hand between her thighs. His eyes practically bore into that fleshy joint, lapping up the alien sight of her dark bush and the arousing ‘ V'which formed itself whenever Manya kept them together. He simply lusted after his first cousin Manya and made no secret of his craving. extra time Manya simply stopped resisting his onward motion and began to open in - discretely to set out with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a endure hug, his monumental limb enveloping her torso fully. She could experience her big breast getting crushed against his broad bureau and her delirious body started giving in. Suddenly she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for her, Dan had the sense to retire, but even he could palpate a remainder in her body olfactory property. Not only was Manya's soundbox riper since his last sojourn, but she felt and smelled different. But he liked the divergence. Within ten hour Binu entered the elbow room in his cricket gear and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visit were always surprise sojourn and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive gifts and kickshaw. After coffee, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The minute the door clicked shut, Manya felt a strong pair of hands dragging her backwards in a half mauling and half grabbing traction. It was a associate traction and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six calendar month gap, his pent up luxuria for his sexy cousin burst out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her hip joint. It lay in a tidy sum on the floor and Dan stared at the ripe and sexy body of his lovely cousin. Her massive buttocks, her generous hip joint and the boilersuit physique banquet which seemed to be aching for his heated touch proved too lots for him and he simply hurried her into the bedroom and made her lie on her back, right on her married bed. Manya's second joint cattle farm in automatic response and she reached out to remove Dan's trousers. They were down in a split second and Dan wasted no fourth dimension in placing his rigid 8 inch dick at the entrance of his cousin-german's hot pussy. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delightful entry. The thrusts began in a truelove momentum, with their missionary stylus copulation enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lecherousness aroused, beautiful boldness. He simply adored his sexy cousin and hated it when she married her weakly interacting massive particle of a husband. That imperfect, pot bellied drunkard was a gross mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The sentiment made his already blood engorged dick throb in farther arousal and he thrust deeper into her ever uncoerced cunt, reaching profoundness that were not reached in a long, long time. There was no lecture between the two. Their bodies met and their center also met in the line of this searing union. Her boldness shifted to unlike horizontal surface of lust in air with his steadily pistoning rooster, while his human face got wilder and wilder, as if a cage tiger had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated trunk to eminent leg of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding dick rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet kitty in extended spurts of manly seed. Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in frenzy during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an volatile culmination with the dual triggers ignited. Gasping and feeling her cunt muscle spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her cunt still exerted receding imperativeness on his slowly deflating dick until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving long and bass osculation all over her sweat covered face. Manya suddenly felt a shudder as his hand came off her chest, releasing his frailty like hairgrip on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they always acted on first-class honours degree stack whenever he came home. No words were spoken. It was simple, plain pumping and words would surveil later. And canny Dan, he always chose the time when Desh was out of the house to make his ledger entry. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the dark and also having a boozing with Desh.

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

As she was pouring the coffee into two cups, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude sculpture. She gave him a pixilated smiling when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's eyes once again focused straight on her bodacious tail and this clip certain warmness overcame him as he reached down to softly rub down and cup it.

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

He kneaded her glorious, sarcoid buttocks for nearly a minute, kissing her earlobes while doing so. Manya loved being held from behind. Her altogether consistency responded to rear caresses and rear initiative almost naturally. Maybe that was one cause why she found it difficult to ward off Binu's uninterrupted assaults on her ass. That was one zone she had no command over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's hammer slowly press against her nude asscheeks. A throb began all over her soundbox, which gained in loudness when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen table. His now erect dick was probing her wide-cut and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a coney would look for its hole. Manya was wet in no clock time again. It was her pussy drip that drew his hard again cock towards it like a flesh magnet. Suddenly cock met pussy and the humping began. Dan's hands now fully cupped a bent Manya's breasts while his steely dick carried off from where it left her sticky twat a little while ago. His reed organ stroked mysterious and deeper into the horny mother's cunt, making her head bouncing off the table with each stroke. The penetration was a lot deeper due to the bent attitude and the driving force were recollective due to the start surge of lust having already been extinguished during their first fuck. It was a long, dull and more delectable union, but absolutely physical in nature. It was the union of two consistency that were customs designed for fucking each other. His six foot broad frame mounting her five foot seven in of extracurricular voluptuousness. The adultery added to the heat energy of their mania and the heat of their copulation made the kitchen table handclasp vigorously. strait of their flash fucking mingled with the speech sound of wood trembling.

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

His butt naked mother was knack over the kitchen table with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick cock in and out of her soggy twat like a machine. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every voiceless fortuity Dan gave into her lewdly demo cunt. hang like a bitch, she was taking it from behind and screaming her red-blooded approval every prison term a thrust found its quarry. The sounds were squishy with intermittent slaps reverberating through the kitchen each clip Dan's balls slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood transfixed again with his hand taking its inevitable route to his cock bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing member. With every stroke of Dan into Manya's wetly receptive slit, her son stroked his dick, matching Dan diagonal for separatrix. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his female parent's lust. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's glaze face, marveling at the sexual vitality it carried.

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

Dan and Deen came together, the former into the wanton pussy of Deen's mother and the latter into thin air, with just one drop curtain getting splattered on the kitchen window loony toons. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit stack he had been witness to, trying to engulf the day's events. Two different guy rope had fucked his beautiful, sexy female parent and both time she took it like a kick, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to give the adulterous couple five minutes before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A single day, Deen had witnessed the utter depravity of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's case, the more obsessed he became with his mother's sex, but more in a voyeuristic way. The rip surged in his cock at the view of his aphrodisiacal Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The sight of her pink, throbbing pussy getting a pounding in the most put down postures filled his mind with the purest emotions of empathy for a housewife in need. He began to associate to her to a greater extent and more and even thought that he may care to facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny female parent without her knowledge so that he could take in and revel in the absolutely awesome style in which she received hard cock.

With these sentiment floating in his mind, he rang the buzzer. Manya opened the door herself and gave him a remarkably fresh smile. His eyes took in her full-blooded form which looked even more voluptuous than ever before. Her face was brilliant than when he left her and her walk was a lot lazier and provocative. Her slower steps imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to her widely and fleshy hips, which were rather inadequately covered again by the Saame sheer wild blue yonder sari, which had the privilege of hugging her full, well fucked consistency through different level of her illicitly supererogatory sexual day today. He could have bid a million dollars to possess that sari after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the scent of that aphrodisiac sari for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's fetish and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realize that her adultery had won her an contiguous sympathizer and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued material body Deen kept caressing his cock until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the animation 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 center until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two pairs of center went straightforward towards her hips. Deen saw that she had put on her whiten petticoat under the gentle saree and immediately understood that it was time for his Dad to come. The saree however was still well below her rich navel and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally have a bath and cleanse herself of the signs of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in less than thirty minutes and acknowledged Dan's mien with a cursory hello. In a good demure way, Manya served snacks and java for all. Only Deen could feel her privileged sinfulness and he loved her for feeling that way. That badness was going to be the beginning of his titillating living.

In less than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a nursing bottle of Scotch malt whiskey brought by Dan. Desh drank at treble the pace of Dan and Dan made no attempt to match the boozer Desh. Instead his looks always traveled towards Manya's ass and breast whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his room to study but prevent peeping into the keep room where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the hour. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to limit his drinks and Dan nodded, winking at the same time. His brother Binu also entered the menage and a quick dinner followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not need to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual exchanges were conducted with total consensus and reason and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to sleep. Though drunk, Desh hugged his wife and asked her to get to the sleeping accommodation, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An hour later, he heard a rustle and peered from one quoin of his bed plane towards where his parents sleep, ensuring that he did not prompt. Desh was in a randy climate and he had already stripped the clothes off his sexy married woman. Manya's fair and throbbing trunk glistened in the partial darkness as her sottish husband began pawing her white meat roughly with both his hands, after positioning himself above her dwell form. Manya surrendered with some degree of prospect. Deen could make out his mother's naked halo in the rig darkness and deep suction speech sound of his Dad suckling his mother's good breasts like a child could also be heard. Manya's moans were to a greater extent out of discomfort than arousal and Deen could make that out in a moment. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw it. Desh didn't inconvenience to ascertain whether his son was asleep and Manya of course was totally unconcerned either way. In to a lesser extent than a second after some zip foreplay, Desh mounted his naked wife with his son peering in curiosity just a few fundament away from them. Deen couldn't make out the dimension of his father's pecker, but he saw him try out some forceful movements which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his highly-sexed Mom had just begun to moan in foreplay. It was all over in a minute. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife quivering in foiled nakedness. Manya continued to lie naked on her back, hands buried deep into her dripping snatch and she may consume thought that Deen was asleep.

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

Manya awoke first side by side morning and started it as common with her morning flash for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the main door dressed just in the same blue transparent saree without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five twelvemonth old macho-man milkman was caught unawares by this wanton display. Her naked pinhead showed clearly in all their glory and her ass was better than fully naked. It was just a flimsy, sheer part of fabric pretending to cover her voluptuous dead body and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the milk and turned around to reveal the awful glory of her full ass to the world of one full-of-the-moon minute of arc. Rising, she closed the doorway and made her way to the kitchen to begin coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that single sari on her fountainhead ravished consistency. Dan had fucked his horny first cousin in every imaginable posture the premature night and together they came at least five times. It would have been a day of marathon fucking for any other charwoman, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit sound in the hip as if some surplus lecherousness still lingered in that well stacked body. She suddenly heard a gentle rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's Young and pollyannaish face. He had a package of milk in his hands and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the threshold. Surprised that he chose the back entrance, Manya opened the kitchen doorway and reached out to adopt the packet. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied sari and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this decline, the rivet tried to harbor the falling dame and he held out both his palms, in the cognitive operation ending up with both her full, almost naked breasts in his hands. Manya felt bolts of electricity shoot through her nipples as he straightened her. His mitt were still on her heaving knocker and he made no sweat to remove them. Manya too did not say a intelligence but stood still, allowing the minute to take over. There she stood, naked for all intent, a horny woman of the house early in the morn, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's hands began to knead and squeeze slowly, bringing life into those mounds and wave of pleasure into Manya's lecherousness triggered physical structure. The saree was fighting a losing battle and slowly fell right off her berm, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an inch above her bush, which was clearly visible through the punic drear saree. Manya stood still as the spring chicken kept one hand in caressing movement on her lead breast while he ran the right one all over her waist, coxa, and belly and poked into her omphalos. His secure finger reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding his school principal in her hired hand and bringing it down for a hot, long and tongue tying kiss. His youthful passionateness and the mischief of the early daybreak breeze on her glowing skin may have forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The Lester Willis Young milkman understood the lady's state and without any further delay, he placed the aroused, almost nude woman of the house on the doorstep of her kitchen with her head inside, leaving her fleshy, glorious and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and out-of-doors, with her knee joint kneeling outside the doorway. The stud placed himself right behind her lush ass and gave some readying squeezes to those quivering globe o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the position brought about the abeyant lustfulness in her like no other posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like a beef in heat and almost mewled in arousal as his secure, Pres Young peter began examining its entry route into that seething bitch. A sudden poking ensued, taking even the wanton woman of the house by surprise with its speed and zip. Then thrust after jabbing followed at lightning swiftness, almost blood-related to a dog mating its bitch in the peak of the mating season. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her rosehip and his hands reached out to maul her swinging knocker with the vigor of an athlete. It was the sort of boob mauling she craved for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She was ready to surrender her soul for this tone of fucking. Her thrust suppression of her belly laugh push back his passion to further heights as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a licentious shiver to both and more so in Manya's type. She continued to enjoy 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 consistence. But deep within, her pubic region, pussy bud and walls screamed in delight at this especial hammer in the special place, right on the doorstep.

Her sounds were only too familiar to her son Deen. Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan's room for a peek. Not finding her there, he thought that she may sustain decided to hire her hanker postpone bath. Seeing even the bathroom empty, he followed the sounds that he began to discover and take the air right into the kitchen. The animalistic fucking of his beautiful mother by another unknown did not surprise him, but the doggie trend adopted yet again and the kick like body language of his well stacked Mom during her licentious affaire stunned him. He gaped in amazement and rising lust from behind the refrigerator as his adorable mother gave herself to this stranger like a wanton beef in the wee hours of the morning time. The stud shot his onus, Manya screamed her way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own moans as he shot a huge consignment of spermatozoan onto the refrigerator side. He saw the milkman put his peter away even as his wellspring fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare floor outdoors, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen base. The threshold supported her sexy waist as she lay spread-eagled, breathing heavily from the exertion. Her face wore a smile of gratification and lying in hat airs, with the flimsy saree still bunched up around her hips, she looked a true trollop. Deen found this slut look in his female parent as being supernal and closer to nature and truth.

He left the kitchen in a haste when he saw her attempting to get up. He rushed into the bath, knowing that he might be denying his semen filled mother a fortune at the loo. He brought his cock out again and pumped its callousness, recollecting the morning's depravity. He kept jerking off, the image of his female parent's near nude form lying on the kitchen verge, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.

mother Manya on the other hand rose and steadied herself by holding the door. She kept the saree bunched around her hips with her left script holding the garment around her genital organ area. She looked a ravishing passel as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big strain of Dan.

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

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

Manya simply allowed Dan to carry on leading her trough 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 headspring and back while he had her thighs and legs stretched out of the board. He drew her shapely thighs around his hips and tugged her saree away, divesting himself of his tree trunk in the process. Manya was nude painting and outstretched now, her luscious ass resting on the edge of the dining board, with her cousin's dick already testing her twat entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the articulatio coxae, and continued to remain mute as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their bodies so close to each other that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this post ?"

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

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

In that intimate stead, the two of them had a long, leisurely fuck, driven by some assurance that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious place. They fucked and fucked, for ten long moment with his work force squeezing and un squeezing her charged up hips and his palms occasionally rising to cup and work her vibration titty. They looked great together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual wave, beads of swither decorating both their faces. The fauna knack to kiss his ravisher for one last time that day. The beauty accepted his Emily Price Post ravishment osculation with smiling amorousness. Five minutes later she detached herself from his hold, letting her legs pearl down but still spread them lewdly on the mesa. Dan knack and placed a recollective, lingering buss, right on her cunt, making her gasp and moan all over again.

He left her in that raw, well ravished body politic on her dining table.

Chapter 7

Manya's morning had got off to a rousing beginning with two superlative bout of sex. One was hard and fast with a young stud, while the early was a gradual, mutually seeking passion devising session with her cousin. The slightness of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zone, which was her rose hip and ass software. The entire mass of flesh was damp from travail and semen. Her privates and inner second joint were completely sticky and an oozing itinerary had formed right down to her knee. Her pussy had been pulverized since the previous sunrise by four different men and she was feeling full-of-the-moon down there as if it were a secretary of sperm, of the dry, semi dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all kinds. The voluptuous mother of two Logos felt deliciously juicy all over and her dead body ached Thomas More out of pleasurable urge rather than any tire out. Two explosive fucks in half an hour between quarter to six and quarter past six in the daybreak was a dream for any thirty six year old woman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply horny as Manya.

She heard no audible speech sound of social movement in the family other than Dan in his privy and he would leave any minute now for his flight. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her puss, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after loading of semen depositary. She began to like this stickiness because it made her feel very sexy and did not countenance her to take her creative thinker off sex. Of recently she hated to intend 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 satisfy luminescence all over her trunk, she kept smiling to herself with her hand around her kitty-cat cumulus, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to possess it the most. Her famous juicy saree was lying on a chair next to the table and her middle fell on it. That brought her out of her reverie and suddenly the sum lewdness of her present state struck her. Rising, but still retaining her compensate hired hand on her pussy hummock, she picked up her saree and threw as a lot of it around her as potential without any wearing pattern, almost like she was throwing a bed sheet around herself. But this being a lot more vapourous than a bed sheet, her full and glowing dead body still stood magnificently revealed. Her well molded and well fondle titty jiggled with every sexy step she took towards her bedroom. Her base on balls was sheer titillating poetry in gesture and befitted the brush of a master creative person. Her body was more or less covered but the careless way in which she draped the saree left her entire creamy back open right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitor or viewers at that clip. Two of the visitor 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 toilet and prepared to go to his room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't bother to touch his snoring don. He looked at him and felt almost dark for him. He felt sorry for his mother too, but there was a conceptual shift in his persuasion in each shell. He tiptoed out of the way rather casually but stooped bushed in his tracks just one step out of the door. What he saw in the livelihood room shocked the senses out of him. His lovely Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman former that break of day was bidding leave-taking to her full cousin and his uncle. It was the method of farewell that was singular for his adolescent eye. They were both at the main door and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping her brass fully and lavishing her boldness and eyes with tenacious wet candy kiss. Manya kept purring and returning his kisses with her very own juicy unity. Hiding behind the mantle, Deen peeped at the licentious mates with a impound heart. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most farcical fashion, concealing her in parts and revealing her in former function. From his Angle, he could make out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's hands crept up his mother's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a nearly romantic way. Her boldness was still on his face in a luxurious, prospicient tongue geographic expedition, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's peter to yet another land of downright hardness. Something similar must let happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her knee, the action causing her saree to fall right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in movement of Dan at their main threshold, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mumble something as his horny mother quickly brought out his shaft and gulped it with a greedy moan. For the next few minutes Dan only kept stroking his bursting shaft as he watched his mother's promontory bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's cock. Her movements gathered velocity and his stroking followed suit. Deen suddenly looked back in alarm at his sleeping father when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one incline to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the adulterous mountain in the sustenance room, only to see his Mom's brain going up and down at wild speeding and his uncle's hired man clutching her fuzz and head in a substantial, passionate grip. The unharmed sight was supremely erotic right wing up to the moment of Dan's huge release. Deen saw the gradual slowing of Manya's head over his uncle's tool accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grasp on his mother's lovely black haired capitulum. The grip was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, naked cousin to her foot and looked at her face which was well covered with his cum. Her mouth, sass, nose and impudence were coated thickly with his seeded player and she looked fondly into his eyes. Some spirt had also landed on her beautiful retentive haircloth above her forehead. Their mouths met again for yet another deep buss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trousers and secured his bash mumbling out a good bye during the candy kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the main doorway to leave, but after unfastening the threshold latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin for one last passionate osculation. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude mother at the half open door. The pot made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would enter the house. The final kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully naked lady of the house lasted one full phase of the moon minute before the almost undetermined main door. It was broken only by the phone of a car emerging out of the neighbor's house. Manya shut the doorway on her cousin hurriedly and grabbed her saree in the same motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing the house rather tranquility, she sighed in relief and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the musical theme of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her intention and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the bathroom and locked himself in. A few arcminute later he pretended to flush the toilet and walked out of the bath as if he had just finished.

He looked into the elbow room and experienced yet another surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up position on the bed, covered fully by the bed sheet. The bed sheet covered both Manya and married man Desh. Her centre were closed and she was huddled up under the plane very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping body as was evident from the lineation she made. Deen saw her patrician sari lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a starting line when he realized that his mom was naked under the masking and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained eubstance around his sleeping father and had already begun to snooze. The vision was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful mother's guile and sheer defection. She knew that her son would egress from the bathroom but didn't guardianship. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her first cousin a pleasant-tasting, wholesome blowjob early in the break of day followed by extra passionate farewell candy kiss in naked abandon before a half spread chief doorway. If it wasn't for the sound of the car, they might cause 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 roll in the hay and an endearing cock sucking, but Manya went asleep for a full hour, cuddling her au naturel, well used body up to her heavily dormancy hubby. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her articulatio coxae away from him and looking into his eyes. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she was more accustomed to his snarls and hex. nerve leaping with a surge of joy, she leaned her head forward to snog him on his lips. Desh wasn't much of a physiognomy and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The normally loath hubby allowed his wife to take over, but only for a while. For a to the full two proceedings, Manya licked and sucked her hubby's lips and spit, tracing wet lines all over his nerve too. Desh felt a commission run through his consistency as he realized that his beautiful wife tasted strange and different. He felt her breasts under the weather sheet and encountered their naked glory. He gave a couple of quick squeeze which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to coax an erecting out of him first thing in the sunrise. He also knew that she liked to slumber bare after a nightly binge of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their dark's love making. But the here and now his wife reached below to cup his clod through his nighttime clothes, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.

"What happened"?, asked Manya. His jumping out of bed had caused the bed piece of paper to get disarranged from Manya's profuse body and the total right English of her body, from her soft toe upwards, past her ample thigh, one full breast and half her neck opening lay exposed to delicious viewing. Manya didn't make an effort to cover her side of meat 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 fete of colors is damned, we marketing guys have no holidays ”, he muttered again irritably.

"Ohhh !"sighed Manya in some frustration as she watched her hubby make a relocation into the lavatory. Her right side was still exposed and naked as Desh closed the room access without even a glimpse at the tantalizing physical body of his nude wife under the covers.

Still lying idle, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her left wing hand moved slowly beneath the binding to cup her hummock and a slow, nonvoluntary caress began of her cum rained pussy. She could herself feel the inviolable odor of her ravished, vulgar body. The odor did not beat back her. If anything she wanted it to mill around as long as potential, even on this new day.

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

"goodness morning and Happy Holi to you too dear ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her display United States Department of State and still letting her out of sight left hand caress her puss. The precipitancy of her son's ingress and his participation with the holiday diverted Manya's attention to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As he did every morning, he bent forward to kiss his mother on the cheek and due to the vacation felicity, his osculation was longer and louder, making a smacking sound on her rosy cheeks. She had massaged her cousin Dan's cum into her face and with her son's entire brawny kiss on them, she experienced a jolt thick inside her which brought a fresh moving ridge of juices into her loins and onto her caressing fingers. Her left manus continued to caress her wet pussy under the covers as she returned Binu's kiss with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some booster's place for celebrating and won't be back until late afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, half seeking her permission. His helping hand sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his pleasant-tasting female parent's exposed body this side of the covers. His boyish center nearly popped out of their sockets and instead of kneading his front-runner ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's exposed side of meat fully and rushed out of the sleeping accommodation after another peck on her forehead. Manya was about to say yes to his half request when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearance. Fully embarrassed, she felt the profligate grade through her toothsome consistency at a suddenly enhanced tread. She didn't even realize it but her hand continued to fondle her snatch, as it did, right through the brief conversation with her small son.

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

Deen was already ready and so was Binu, since he had planned to leave even before breakfast. Desh normally had his tub after his morning coffee and breakfast. Holi celebrations began early on every time since people had to end the color and piddle dunking fete at least by midday so as to give their colored and drenched dead body sentence to get cleaned up. It was a day when all barriers were broken in regard of age, family relationship and sex. the great unwashed mingled and reveled in applying colorful powder and colored water on each other to celebrate 1 and joy. The atmosphere was festive, cheery and very physical too with both men and women drenching each other with colored water and also hosing one another with water piping. protest and inhibitions of any kind were simply not entertained nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was a day to pause loose and enjoy themselves.

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

The male child continued to ring the bell shape and bang the door while Desh was in the tub. Manya knew them all. They were well behaved students and not one of them was above 18 long time of age. Though interaction was not buy at, they were all quite charmed by her and she was reasonably fond of them.

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

Manya was somewhat diverted and also worried that they may break open the threshold. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bath, he was condom from any color onslaught. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic male child before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to give the door. Her knocker swayed in a sexy pendulous motion as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her full phase of the moon and well rounded shoulder joint and strongly fleshed arms. Little wisps of armpit pilus flashed exotically whenever she raised those limb. Her fully revealed midriff glowed in all its fairness and her aphrodisiac navel point opened up and closed with every step of Manya. Her monumental asscheeks showed a saucy bouncing in keeping with her sprightly tone as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like hell breaking loose. The four young students dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in jar. Salman, the potent went veracious behind her and hugged her fully from behind in an effort to hold and tie her hands so that she was immobilized. His stopcock rubbed against her wide-cut asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her hands firmly against her belly. One of them applied color on Manya's rosy cheeks and kept caressing it continuously. The irregular guy was more aggressive as he used both his helping hand to gather color and run them right down Manya's overweight organic structure right from her cervix, over her heaving bosom, all over her creamy shank, second joint and even feet. The one caressing Manya's expression shifted his pawing to her fair and full shoulder joint and the coloring red covered them too in no time, including her juicy axillary cavity, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the time, in half joy. Deen continued to watch out in electrical shock as the four intruder pawed and mauled his voluptuous mother all over under the pretext of colouring. The one behind her, Salman was having a field day, digging his dick and scurvy body right into Manya's wide and fleshy rear end and also bending over her nerve to look down so that she didn't free her branch. Not that Manya tried hard. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this attack. Her full resistor appeared half hearted. The youth applying coloring on Manya's forepart kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a entire second, giving him place gropes of her full-of-the-moon boobs over her braless blouse. Manya's nipples shot to hard-on and the treble air pressure of the tit mauling and the dick impact on her butt sent uncivilized waves of lust all over the dead body which was so well fucked just a few hours ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands free. Nor did he take back his dick from ramming into her ass every time it wriggled during her cause. His typeface was over Manya's cervix and Deen could rely that he saw Salman kiss his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once but many clock time. With his Mom's bosom being squeezed on and off and her midriff getting pawed strongly, those few moment seemed like a powerful dream for Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting extra strong with his squeezing and suddenly all the action caused the top half of her sheer saree to accrue off. There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother, getting felt and pressed in a state of semi nakedness displaying her breasts and belly to four horny spring chicken who looked like they had been waiting for such a consequence to pounce on their wet dream aunty. When the saree fell off to break her breasts almost fully through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in strawman took a dare step. He dipped his hands in wet color and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering breasts, fully caressing their cups and squeezing them in short salvo so that it didn't look deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her naked and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her mind blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breathing space and wet buss around her neck and earlobes. She let the early guy have his moments with her knocker and belly, letting them squeezing and maul the creamy curves. In that United States Department of State of delirium she didn't even notice the aspect of aflame shock on her son's look. She had almost turned limp when the last early days who was standing with a pail of water poured it right over Manya's head, drenching her from head to toe. It was a sight so aphrodisiacal 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 woman. Fully wet, she looked like a lust goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a manner which revealed the curved shape and fleshy berth of her physical structure in wide glorification. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could own been labeled as the molestation of the hundred, especially since this was conducted with husband Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened the door deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the nonpareil opportunity. It all took two bit but the effect on Deen was a lifelong source of tug off textile. He was itching to run into the lavatory for it but decided to wait until his sexy mother at to the lowest degree adjusted her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all good bye in her wet and exposed gloriole. Again Deen could swear that Salman had managed a quick kiss on her lips before he left .