The shrill daybreak alarm sent disobedient thunderbolt and waves into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her deep optic and cast a sleepy glance towards the place next to her. Her middle met with the not so pep up sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure nestling, his breathing time carrying the odor of hard drink and his chest panting in flat geometrical regularity. The 36 class old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin white blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inch below her deep navel, she dragged her luscious soundbox out of bed towards the bathroom, pausing for a present moment to look at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked tousled and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brownish contraband gloriole stared decent out of her thin blouse and this sunrise the oddment were sharp and pointed, indicative of her bodily need for a good blooded fuck. Almost involuntarily her paw went to the heavy region between her second joint and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to gain in heat, the minute her fingers sought the warm folding. With an unhearable groan, she gave one loving squeezing between her inner thigh and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a tremor of relief as some of the accumulated horniness found jump release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the Lapp scant attire she moved to the primary door to gather the morning Milk. Opening the door, she bent to beak up the Milk River and in the summons her replete breasts spilled out to constitute a sexually attractive segmentation. From the street 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 daily appearing. A wide-cut minute was spent in gathering the Milk River during which her creamy titty spilled nearly 80 percentage out of her sparse, low cut blouse. Giving this morning show was now a riding habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 twelvemonth old guy. She got her daily starting tutelage from this photoflash and even when someone other than the common milkman delivered the Milk, they learnt to stay until Manya gathered her milk.

turning her back to the milkman, she started closing the door, giving him a lingering view of her ample, meaty ass and a awaken rear view of her luggage compartment, especially since the underskirt 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 flashgun of her Brobdingnagian diaphragm, with its blaze up curvature at the waistline and the juicy, deep, inviting navel. This utilization was her break of the day tonic and a day was insipid without it.

The total five human foot seven inches of her total bodied, well stacked, alky form swayed with a reckless seemliness as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a consequence to cheep into the way of her two boy, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and content, hands between his thighs and lost in a dreamy universe, while Binu was sleeping on his book binding, his right hand placed idly around his crotch. What caught her eye was, however the tenting in his shorts, sticking imposingly out at the roof. She smiled indulgently like a mother would, but a oceanic abyss moistening crept up her pussy, which was already aroused by the morning show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to prepare the morning coffee bean and breakfast. Within an 60 minutes all the pits would break away informal as three Male would rush through their morning routine, gulp their food and flee the home, leaving her all alone. The intellection made her feel a bit empty but also filled her with an initiative and abandonment that came from the knowledge that she would be all by herself with her sybaritic, sensuous body.

Deen was always the low one to wake up. Nearly six metrical unit tall, he was a ennoble behemoth, unloose limbed and with the dead body words of a good and lovable kid. Manya continued to stay on in her attire even before her kids and it had become rule for them to check their skimpily clad Mom go about her chores every morning time in that state of undress. She had been doing it now for the retiring 4 days out of sheer contraption and it never struck her that their bursting hormone would one day take awareness of her rich charms, especially her well rounded buttocks, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

"Good sunrise Mom ”, called out Deen, as he entered the kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his greeting, smiling into his soulful, loving and almost puppy like optic. Deen could see right down her partly unlaced blouse and trace the full curves of both her melon like white meat with the entire glory of their rig pointed nipples.

His dick jerked to attention.

"Get ready dear. Today's your special breakfast point. Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her full pelvic arch against his. Deen could finger the high temperature, blurriness and meat of his Mom's coxa as she went past him. He stifled a gasp as her dainty finger inadvertently grazed his crotch. He wore no underwear beneath his shortstop and he was startled by the almost grasp of his throbbing Thomas Young humanness by his very own biologic female parent. It stunned him and also confused him, like it did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally, adding to his dilemma. His first stirring of humanity had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His first tool caressing had taken spot while he had seen her changing. His starting time major saccade off had been over her exposure of her carrying him as a three year old. He loved concentrating on his three year old handwriting clutching at Manya's bosom in the picture. And when he came, he made sure that some drops always landed on the mental picture, if possible on Manya's beautiful face.

But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his arousal obvious and strive to camouflage it. Manya, on her part, noticed her elder son's mental disorder but did nil in terms of either her dressing or body language to amuse him. If she was built aphrodisiac and left with an eternally horny body due to her hubby's laxity in bed, then she couldn't avail it. No force on terra firma can shroud a woman in estrus, especially a woman blessed with the rich shape and heavy warmth of Manya. She had a body that craved loving. She had voluptuous breasts that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's lovesome touch. She had a massive, protruding, to a greater extent than proportionate ass that could well be her scoop asset. It was high, firm, wide and with a curvature that sent viewer'passions soaring. There was not one of her husband's acquaintance that didn't want to spank her voluptuous ass or plunge into her juicy kitty-cat. She didn't care about their rise and over time she learnt to know with them. Even those long alky party where men would indulge in elusive gropes and almost leering commentary while her married man would be sizzled left her quite in control. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a wide variety of men of all age groups lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and kiss on the impertinence. Binu was always the more demonstrative and strong-arm of the two kids. His hug lingered a little longer than necessary but Manya made no move to discharge herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his female parent's face, this clock time rather close to the corner of her mouth. Manya felt his immature, 12 year old erection thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her slit moisten again. Binu's human action awakened her dormant luxuria. Though xii years old, his action were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to grab her, rub his dick against her huge rump and let his work force roam all over his juicy female parent's expansive waist. His hands groped the bottom of her braless blouse and made enough contact with her hill to crap her squeal. It was easy for Manya to discount her little son's routine as childlike. Only a section of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to continue so that she was spared of any duologue with her conscience. Unlike his elder brother, Binu knew his needs and made his moves very obvious, with no scope for any communication gap. Manya loved it. It made her feel very want and worthy. Binu on the other hand was sure that he was only expressing his extreme beloved for his mother.

After packing Binu into the Bath, Manya decided to heat up her husband. For a daily inexplicable cause, she draped a saree over her scantily covered consistency and went into the sleeping room. 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 column inch brusk than her five foundation seven inches, slender in arm and chest but with a pot belly that grew out of endless hours of drinking, both at home and alfresco. He snored the moment his head word 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 ear lightly while her digit 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 grab her by the waistline and change state her around to make her lie belly up on the bed. Using his allow hand to drag her sari above her smooth, hot thigh, he would draw his half ready hawkshaw into her already steaming kitty. A few gallant shot would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his tool into her bore love nest whenever it slipped out. About 60 seconds of valiant lovemaking would result after which he would leak out out a measly amount of spermatozoon into her womb, which would just about suffice to moisten her just watering twat. With an irritated grunt he would simply stray off her and rush into the lav without even looking back. If he did, then he would have seen the writhing, frustrated physical structure of his lovely wife, legs spread, breathing heavily and thighs twitching in rising intensity.

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

In the net few yr here had been hardly any revolutionize bouts of dear making, which for her lusty body was a deprivation surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever choose between her daily bread and a daily piece of ass, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in surrender, she shook her married man Desh alive. With the usual morning grunt and without the slight hint of a promising early erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even care his beautiful wife.

The moment her hubby closed the bathroom threshold, she heard Deen call out,"Mom, I need help to wash my hair ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her saree, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bath. She didn't want to wet the saree in the course of Deen's bath. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a potty when Manya moved across to him, her braless knocker swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each gradation. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's oceanic abyss and big navel point. As Manya bent and washed his pilus with shampoo her omphalos and low stomach stared right into his face. It was a stunt woman spread for the budding youth as his eye absorbed he juicy depth of her belly push button and his anterior naris inhaled the musky scent of her bush, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three second his pecker shooter up in his undies, a sight which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting reaction of her married man and son to the very Saame torso. But being the female parent, she pretended normality and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensiveness of her strokes. The rich lather forced Deen to fill up his eyes. Now he could only palpate his gorgeous Mom around him. Her paw felt like they were cajoling him into greater arousal. Her big booby would dip every now and then to press into his head warmly while her fork would touch tantalizingly close to his face, with the aroma almost sending him into a lusty stupor. The he felt the pee raining down from the shower onto his facial expression and head. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He was not the merely one wet. His mother's sexy body was drenched all over the top half, her nipples poking right out of her wet blouse. The survey was astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jiggling right in presence of his face. Deen thought he would shoot down out his mettle without even a touch. At the same prison term he was transfixed and puzzled by the amount unconcern with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son's aroused body. She seemed to be completely casual in her draw close tote up vulnerability to Deen, her very own son. With her full pelvic arch barely a few inches from his nous, she turned around to plough off the shower, in the process presenting him with a mind boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet petticoat. The garment made a immense inroad into her target crevice and the altogether display was straight out of one of those easy porn flicks which he enjoyed now and then with his chum. But he was better blessed than his protagonist because he had day-to-day real life history easygoing porno scenes to live out in his own planetary house and with his very own loving mother. A uncivilised thought germinated in his headland which seemed to amount from out of nowhere -"What if any of his friends were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The sentiment left him as soon as it came but the seeded player were sown. Manya left the bathroom to find out on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his hawkshaw the moment his female parent's bodacious ass swayed out of tidy sum. He needed the release.

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

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

look fully aroused from all the amative attention she had been getting, Manya again wore the sari around her wet underwear and went to spread the breakfast on the mesa. The dress felt burdensome and she found herself being slowed down by a understood monotone between her second joint. Involuntarily again, her left script reached for her crotch. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the dress for at least 5 min before the phone of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

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

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

Minutes after they all left, Manya rushed into the bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her clothes off her heated up body on the way. She unstrung her underskirt and tore the blouse off her bursting titty as her lust aroused body flopped onto the soft bed. Both manpower covered her full breast, the palms kneading roughly and the fingers pulling at the now incisive tips. Her pegleg thrashed about as she literally crushed her full dummy like a devil in heat energy. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and she thought she would irrupt if it was not extinguished. Both her hands dropped quickly to her pussy hammock and she worked her fingerbreadth in and out of that rich and sarcoid geographical zone, causing her thighs to diffuse, close and spread in a mind boggling sequence of desertion. She gave herself in totally to the need of her soaker, neglected soundbox. Her knock off voluptuousness surged with renewed hope every time she subjected herself to this burst of ego satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as her fingers delved and probed into her tight pussy, striking a frenzied rhythm in tune with her wildly aroused brain. The passionate jump rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full hip up and down on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny consistency to a new meridian of ecstasy. She felt the tide rise deep within her loins and it only drove her fingerbreadth deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its prime and let relax a bursting flood, washing her lumbus all over, making her finger's breadth reach furious hurrying until the collapse began, first in her loins, then in her finger and finally in her golden, sarcoid inner second joint. With receding passionateness, she slowly regained formula respiration, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the humiliated belly, understructure still apart in a raunchy admonisher of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with lather and wet with her juice. The unscathed bed piece of paper was drenched and she silently decided that she would commute it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an hour after her marathon seance she rose for a bath. The cool water felt comforting on her still hot body. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her chaparral and snatch. She stroked, caressed and patted her hillock indulgently until a flicker of rousing crept up her prickle all over again. Sighing, she stepped out stark naked into her sleeping room. She used a thin white towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own work force. She dabbed the calorie-free towel all over her gorgeous consistency until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her hanker hair. She wrapped the towel around her pilus after ten moment of drying. Opening her closet, she tried to determine on what to put on when her eyes fell on a spark blue-blooded transparent saree and a sheer white blouse. She took both of them into her deal, without as a lot as a thought for a bra and petticoat. She hated the weight and press of undergarment. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to find the fabric rub against her supple and aphrodisiacal flesh, especially around her glorious hips and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a semi transparent saree gave a complete exposure of her lour gem and fleshy thighs. But she didn't guardianship. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underclothes and she had the altogether day right up to her husband's arriver to slip back into them anyway.

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

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer saree and blouse. It technically covered her whole body but revealed its fleshy, creamy glory to awesome effect. Tied well below her deep and exotic umbilicus, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's ample hips and threatened to fall down right off her juicy consistency if she even bent forward a little more than needed. The blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was so tight and low cut that half her cleavage was on show right through the fragile sari. The bottom of the blouse was almost tucked into the base of her full bosom, giving them life and bouncing as she walked. From the base of her breasts to maybe an column inch above her bush was a completely revealed territory of supercharged flesh. Manya's windowpane of conquest was her fleshy yet aphrodisiac midsection and the horny housewife was fully aware of it. It was Brobdingnagian, widely and bedecked with possibly the deepest and fat navel on earth. When she walked in this dress, her thigh and trimmed George Herbert Walker Bush offered themselves to take in in tantalizing peeks. Taking the rear aspect, the saree dipped right down to the baksheesh of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily cloak itself around Manya's meaty nates. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in forepart of any viewer who happened to run into this hornlike wife and mother of two. Putting it plainly, her unharmed body screamed for a fucking.

The first of restlessness crept into her plush body and Manya launched into her habitual mound caress. She would thumb herself after bathtub for about a few minutes everyday before preparing tiffin. Now, while she was in that dreamy spell, she heard the doorbell ring. She first looked out of the window and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three daytime to rescue vegetable and fruit. Manya rose from the couch, script still on her crotch and moved to afford the room access. She kept her hand on her mound in a partial caress and retained it all the way up to the room access, reluctant to give up the warm dampness which had begun to engulf her loins and also form a small-scale wet patch on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

Left to herself, Manya would have got preferred to indulge in prolonged self ravishment in her present mode. Her mind quickly accepted the intrusion but the signaling to her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a certain inner discordance, especially between her thighs, where a tiny goo had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the door and peered out to ask if there was any fresh stuff. She kept just her head out of the door, her hand still playing with her pussycat through the sheer sheep pen of her sari. The grocer announced that many of her usual choice of vegetables were fresh and she may like to assume a look and decide. Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, fingerbreadth still playing with her pussy behind the room access. With one final stab, she withdrew her helping hand from where she loved to keep it the most and threw the room access panoptic open. The grocer, a stocky man in his recent thirty-something gaped in astonishment at her dress, or the want of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to run his attention. The grocer's mind worked at the speed of light, unable to penetrate the delicious wad in front end of him. He knew from his shop visits that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a horny housewife in all his house sales over the years. He could spot a hungry pussy when he saw one. Over the concluding one year he had seen Manya in diverse careless res publica of dressing but somehow she always seemed in control of matter. It was more like she was teasing people rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a dick tease indefinitely and his motherfucker 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 gossamer, showing him all of her. The fat bush, those resplendent thigh and the entire midsection, everything lay before him like a fiesta, 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 copious and deep navel fully exposed to his prospect. With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the belly button resembled a pussy in pauperization, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to probe some of the leafy veg and this made the top half of her saree drop, revealing her generous cleavage with a clear vision of her perked up pap. She didn't realize that her saree had dropped and continued with her genuine task of grocery picking from his basket. The grocer's eyes popped right out their sockets and his turncock threatened to displume out of the fabric it was stretching around his crotch. His strong deal felt a Rush of blood as did every venous blood vessel in his soundbox. Manya was decidedly the hottest of his customers and he looked forward to visiting her mansion more to experience the surprisal she held for him in the form of her dress codification. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. knocker, mammilla, navel, middle, thighs, and bush - every ounce of her juiciest parting was starkly visible through her dream like garments. The Arab dancers did wear transparent tail end but at least they wore panties. Here a middle maturate housewife was treating him to fleshy delights of the sort people only dreamt of.

The manifest involvement of Manya with the grocery basket and her ignorance of the land of her boobs suited the grocer and he let his hungry eyes travel all over her buxom frame, taking in the sexuality oozing out of every inch. His eyes rested for longer moments on her hip, the queer portion of which was like a passel of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only flesh in indigence is left for this variety of wanton display and his animal inherent aptitude gradually took over. He shifted closer to her, as if to help Manya load her bag with his hooey. He held the bag up for her while Manya filled it with a cluster of veg. She had to lift her weapon system up to do so and in the process, her upper saree dropped right off her shoulder joint, chest and waist to roost tantalizingly at her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed she was all along to his gaze. Her grimace acquired a sudden blush but there was no way she could cover herself up since both her hands were occupied. She looked into the grocer's eyes and observed the burning Passion. His looks sent shivers up her vertebral column and a affectionate floodlight of juices gushed forth from her loins to further moisten her already wet vulva.

This fourth dimension the gush of succus was dissimilar. They flowed and flowed without a break. The control mechanisms which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his strong regard. The grocer extended his strong arms towards her exposed pelvis and dragged her closer. His manly cutaneous senses did the trick. It was the touch of a man, strong and reassuring. It was also the grip of a testosterone plentiful male which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his other hand gripped her correctly hip to complete the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The virile grocer jerked the beautiful married woman towards himself and marvelled at the way her splendid boob jiggled at his legal action. His paw on her meaty hips encountered raw high temperature and he realized that this juicy consistency was being wasted. He could hear a half sob as he strengthened his hold on her lower hips and turned her around. Her high acclivity buttocks came into hot contact lens with his gumshoe and even through the sheer garment, their heat took him by surprisal. If ever there was a hornier woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he care to know.

With one ace tug, the sari came right off her hot rose hip and fell in a muckle at her ft. Manya was still in a lusty shock as she allowed him to anything he pleased. She moaned as he felt his hands caress her plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her rump and kneaded it. The kneading continued and Manya got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of restraining him. Her tingling pussy was now dripping at the ministrations of this grocer. Her stage parted on their own agreement and he reached down to transport his squeezing into her inner thigh and finally her seething, soaked cunt. That set off her conglomerate lustfulness trigger and she cried out in helpless craving and fell right down onto her knees.

In that posture she presented an awesome mickle on all quaternary. Her cheek was glazed with lust and her ass quivered in wanton lust. She wriggled her hips and squeeze backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his trouser and brought out his steel hard gumshoe, which was now throbbing with as lots expectancy as the horny homemaker's pussy. He cast one glance at the crawling physique of the beautiful cleaning woman before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a bitch in warmth. She needed a screwing and like underworld, he was going to give her one.

In one individual plunge he entered right into her nest, her wet cunt walls giving an over lube welcome. Manya shrieked in love and cried out in lustfulness. He began stroking into her slushy kitty with gradual question. The lust crazed lady of the house screamed for harder strokes and driven by her wanton conduct, he thrust harder and faster. His huge dick, which she hadn't even seen, made furious inroads into her attender 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 transactions and the sheer novelty and passion of the site overcame both of them. He reached his climax with a yowl and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like gripe. On all fours, she was letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over sexed cunt. But he was doing it well and she knew of aught but putz money box he spurted his come in several long squirt deep inside her womb and all over her vertebral column and ass. He came so lots that his virility surprised the under utilised wife.

Like a true flag-waving male he just released her rose hip with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trouser before she could turn around. Her still convulsing body was recovering from the toothsome onset and she looked up gradually towards his body. Her outset coup d'oeil went towards his genital organ but was disappointed to see that he had already put his womanhood 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 one-half cower military posture. She was still in heat and she still looked a gripe. Her ass felt well gripped and handled. Her pussy felt well pumped. Her brain was well slack up. Her breasts however still ached for a caress and that ache got transferred again to her pussy. A mild heating began within her loins and this surprised Manya. What was the extent of her appetite, she wondered.

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the first base two push button undone as always. Her saree was in her hands and she tried to adjudicate whether to put it on or go for a backwash. Her thighs were sticky and some cum still settled wetly over her puffy pussy back talk. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her fingers over her snatch lips and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her finger and brought them to her nose."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the aroma. Then suddenly the door Alexander Graham Bell rang. Surprised and alarmed at the ill-timed ring, she hastily began to gather the saree over her ravaged pelvis. It was a relatively slower outgrowth since she did not have the benefit of a petticoat.

"Who's this"? She called out.

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

Partly relieved but still alarmed she draped her saree quickly around herself. Now she didn't have to worry about perfection in attire since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to fuck her just s a lilliputian while ago coupled with the freshly fucked feeling still coating her weed made the woman of the house a wee bit shamefaced. She managed to wear the saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her genitalia to once again form a sticky patch out in front line. She opened the doorway to let Deen in. He said that his afternoon classes were cancelled and he had no modality to go to the library.

walk in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different. Her hair was disheveled and her saree looked rumpled in a curious style. Her scanty blouse was wet with sweat. If it wasn't for the incandescence on her face, he would have presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen work. As she walked towards the couch in the bread and butter way, he noticed the languid movements of her pelvic arch and the slow roll of her hips. The sway was dense but sexy. It was an indescribable vision but she looked different. Suddenly he noticed the damp patch around her crotch on the transparent sari. It looked so provocative, just below her deep bush. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too previous to amend things. In a bid to make the atm more nonchalant, she spread her thighs out and tried to relax on the sofa. Her attitude became rather lewd for her teen son and he began to experience the familiar inspiration in his lumbus which looking at his sexy mother for more than a minute always produced. At this leg Manya asked her son to take a bathroom so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the bathroom, sword lily that he could hide his arousal.

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

When he neared her, Manya whispered frantically to him that her son was around. Not giving a darn, he motioned for her to turn over, unzipping his pant in the Same apparent motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the bathroom door where Deen was. With strong and tacit efficiency, he once again gripped her red-hot coxa and shook her like a doll. Manya's body throbbed with renewed lust and her pussy started dripping in record time. The risk in the situation was obscured by the heat of his humanity pressing against her already nude ass. He had merely hiked her saree up and thrust his dick right into her willing and wet cunt. The pumping began instantaneously and her pussy muscular tissue started clasping his prick in greed, milking it to new heights of Passion of Christ. She could still hear the exhibitioner and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the Same bitch posture. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lust and rapture. Her soundbox responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a rich Cupid's disease of seed oceanic abyss inside her lumbus. She absorbed every drib of his lovable cum and reveled in the sudden and volatile coming which the illicit meeting produced. In record amphetamine, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a quick soundly bye. By the meter, she moved from bitch military strength to normal posture, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in joy and absolute wonder that she had been fucked twice in no time. Again she didn't even see the shaft that gave her so much joy. But more exciting was the view that her son was right in the succeeding room, but didn't know about it. How wrong she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to come forth from the bathroom. After all 2 jerk offs in ten minutes need some time for recovery.

The four youthful predator left her room access and Manya shut it with a mixed feel. She was relieved that they left before her hubby came out of the bath. Yet she felt a prickling in her loins and an aching in her breast from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her good consent. The simultaneous pressure of four pairs of hands and one dick on her extra wholesome body under the pretext of celebration did its own thing to her bodily responses and right now she had lost all the tracing of satiety which the two mind blowing sexual climax with the milkman and her cousin-german had given her. Instead her genitalia and pussy experienced a rejuvenate itch from all the youthful caressing she received. The itching was now spreading all over her inner thighs - such was the impingement of raw push on her mature voluptuous body. After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto the floor, her saree still off her shoulder, her consistency still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the vicinity catamount and lensman. Sam was a sensitive and lenient spoken kid succeeding door who always had that adulatory look in his eyes but not that raw mania. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his perspective was also a bit distant and appreciative rather than physical, which was what near people who came into inter-group communication with Manya became.

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

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

"Let's go to the bedroom Mom ”, he said as he tried to help her to her feet. Manya allowed him to assist her. Her sari was still down and as she rose, her full cleavage, one-half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his font. Deen was still on his articulatio genus as he helped his mother to stand up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the substance of a fully open, huge midriff stared right into his face, barely a couple of inches from his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his wind pigeon berry her omphalus, making Manya shiver again for a second gear. Deen rose and placed his munition right around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely shank and led her into the bedchamber. Manya's sari was dragging right behind her on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to release her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly exposed eubstance. He liked the feel of her squeezy waistline physique and its amazing elasticity and with a hardening cock, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's case for a second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the bath door first step and rushed out of the room, clutching his erecting, leaving his Fatherhood to confront his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed, with her saree top thrown aside, her expansive midsection and belly scatter out to any body's gaze.

Deen came out of the bath, fully dressed and was stunned to see his one-half au naturel married woman, wantonly spread out, wet and tired on the bed. He took one look at her souse framing and cursed."Why the hell did you have to open the doorway"?"Have you gone mad"?"Or are you dumb"?"I'll teach those guy rope a moral for breaking into my house ”, he ranted.

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

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

The main door clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's hand went slowly to her crotch. It was spontaneous, built on years of experiences. A deadening caress began and she glowingly recollected the dawn's adventure, dwelling a few minute longer on Salman's vigorous thrusts on her saree covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her cunt through her thin sari and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting buss on her cervix, impertinence, earlobes and finally her lips. The finesse with which her sexy trunk was manhandled by four stud poker, without the slightest elbow room for ailment left her astonish and deep within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their opening move and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the fair sex in the area.

Deen entered the bedroom after his father's expiration more to see to it on his Mom's condition. He needed no encourage proof of her well being the instant he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her pussy through her sari. He heaved a suspiration of relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.

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

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

Manya rested but only for a few minutes. She realized that there was some washing of dress to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulder. It remained off her shoulder when Manya picked up all the clothes from the lav and shoved them into the rinse auto. It remained off her articulatio humeri when Manya threw her white blouse of yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained off her shoulders when Manya contemplated whether the saree she was wearing needed to go into the machine. Since there were a few hours still left for her bath, she decided not to take her sari and clicked the washing auto on. The sudden activating of the automobile when her men were still on it, sent a throbbing right through her red-blooded consistence. She sat down next to the machine, her leave behind helping hand on the machine and the decent helping hand inside her kitty, probing through her saree. For a full ten arcminute she caressed herself to the electrical rhythm, thrusting her fingerbreadth right through the garment into her pawn pussy and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill moan and ran into the room, wondering what happened. His ledger entry was soundless and therefore he was witness to his mother's one-half bare form next to the machine, heaving and panting with the finis fit of orgasm shuddering through her full body."What a steamy woman ”, thought the stick son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to relax from the replacement release she had just experienced. She heard another ring of the doorway bell. Deen answered the door and came to tell Manya that all the convict of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbouring building. A total of fifty guest were expected, from the families of all ally. A few games were also planned to score the appearance lively. Manya agreed to amount along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to change out of her demonstrate dress or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of boost drenching, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a 2nd in the mirror and saw that her clothes stuck to her physical structure, wetly caressing her sexy curves and made her facial expression rather provocative. She quickly shook the sentiment from her head reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless shoulders, she left the house alongwith her elder son towards the next threshold terrace.

In the lift heading upwards to the bench were two other household and then there was Salman. Manya met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya's regard too with a sparkling in his optic. On the terrace, everyone's eye were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since to the highest degree of them had come prepared for a morn of fun and secret plan. About xx womanhood and thirty five men of all ages graced the occasion. Manya was the prize pick amongst the women and the fact that she came without her married man did not facilitate matters. Every dick on the patio was set up within minutes of Manya's entering, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

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

In this plot the youngest phallus had to pick a gens from lots drawn and that name would have to meet with a punishment decided by the youngest member again. Deen being the unseasoned picked up a name and a lot to everyone'surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and read out the choose penalization."shuffle snacks for all 50 multitude in half an time of day. choose one person to facilitate you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a moment, wondering whom to pick for aid. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not quick enough to assist her in this sort of job. Noticing Salman's brightly look in her focussing, she pointed her dainty finger in his direction. With a roar, everyone directed the couple to the kitchen in the basement, where the point for sandwich preparation lay. nobody else was allowed to enter the basement and it would imply a foul with further punishment.

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

The instant the lift door shut, Manya felt Salman's hired man grab her breasts through the braless blouse. Without a bit's warning he proceeded to maul them, much in the Same way she experienced in the morning. Her sari was half off and he dipped his question down to snog her roughly on her wet lips.

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

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

"We don't have time Salman. Snacks have to be made ”, she protested. her protestation was meek because his squeezing of her half divulge bosom had already started the juice factory in her loin. A steady drip began and her protests thereafter were merely symbolic. Even before the elevator reached the basement, he had her saree right off her profuse body and he ushered her out of the raising, saree in hand towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a soul there as per the game. On his cubicle phone, he rang up the local anesthetic restaurant owned by his own family and ordered them to hand over l packet of sandwiches within twenty hour at the basement. Putting the phone away, he looked at her wide dead body, clad only in petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny housewife by the articulatio humeri and threw her on the cellar floor in one straightaway motion, raising her petticoat over her thighs. One hand mauled her chest while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond credit in two-bagger quick time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare base and flipped herself around, presenting her rung, total ass to the young stud who had pawed her so strongly this dayspring. He had also agreed to help her in the plot and that made her more thankful. She bent on all fours and shook her ass at him as if to express her gratitude.Things happened in sec as Salman, who already had his cock out, positioned himself behind the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite right given the site. Manya took his push with pant and yelps initially. As the powerful pistoning into her pussy assumed a new horizontal surface, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful cleaning lady who was the wet pipe dream of the neck of the woods. He knew that just about everyone wanted to lay to rest their putz into this lusty woman's pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His helping hand reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon like boobs. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in the aurora but here, he was making up with a retribution. Boobs and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten second busrt of mania which made Manya's mind spin and cunt go crazy with secretion. Her heavy hip and full breasts got the ‘ real man discourse'from the stud and Manya screamed in lust at every jab of his manhood. The alarum in his cellular telephone rang to signal the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman rapidly increased his knife thrust tempo into the wildly wind up wife's lewdly presented pussy."Bitch, take it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all over her ass and inside her wake love life nest.

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

He entered her spreadeagled pussy again missionary style, forcing her legs up in the air. Manya was like a rag skirt in this he-man'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.

"nix great. He asked whether there was sentence for him to fuck you. I told him there was no time. But maybe you can think of a blowjob can't you ? he replied rather casually. Manya nodded almost immediately and quickly bit her tongue.

"My goodness Manya, what are you truning into ”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to delight the 2d screw Salman was throwing into her hungry, aroused cunt. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her body all over and sending her into a pressurise nation of lust. Manya gave herself up to his manly ravishment and continued to milk his pecker with her cunt until they both came together in a shattering sexual climax. Her secondment orgasm in LE than thirty minutes with a initiative metre devotee seemed so comrade, pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no yearner strange to the adulterous woman and mother.

With just five minutes left, Salman loaded the snack go-cart into the elevator and signalled to her to roll up and strike. Sh draped her saree again over her well fucked consistency and moved towards the face lifting. On the way she almost instantaneously reached out towards Salman's Dad genitalia, gave it a fond squeeze and said"Your son has got some military force Dad. Is this where it all came from ? ”.

The old man could take it no more. Less than two bit were left for the distich to re-emerge on the terrace. He grabbed Manya's face and gave one long, wet snog right on her sass. Manya whimpered and went hitch, her paw continuously caressing his electronic organ through the knickers. It was Salman's shout that forced the new couple apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and awful. The elevator began its upward motion with the snack pushcart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a min dove right into Manya's lap, lifted up her sari and dipped his sass straight into her cum soaked snatch. Manya gasped in astonishment for the next 30 mo as her new stud slurped her well bonk kitty-cat like a true lover. Her succus flowed in gratification and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the here and now the elevator door opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the sunniness of fifty people.

Their flushed faces told a fib but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful boldness now. It was just the issue of sexual climax that he couldn't guess from her horny boldness. The ease with which Manya carried herself throughout the snack sitting despite all that her dead body had been through in the yesteryear few time of day left Deen wondering and he developed some awe for his beautiful mother's ability.

The collation session had almost reached its end when one of the penis cried out"foul foul ”. Everyone looked in his guidance. He was holding a eating house tag in his hand which he discovered stuck to the base of his sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under direction to remove all trace of evidence that the food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to deliver overlooked just one parcel. The error margin was small but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering decided a igniter hearted penalisation for Manya, since even getting caught was portion of the biz. Deen was asked to decide on the nature of the punishment and he told his Mom to take a skipping rope and transmit out 30 skips without a break.

Protesting with a jape, Manya took the rope and began skipping. Her saree was still quite damp and it stuck to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her replete, unhindered breasts danced and jumped in tandem with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a full-blooded, mind blowingly erotic sight, watching the wet, mature char skip in figurehead of an audience of fifty dollar bill. Deen realised his folly in fixing that penalty for his red-hot female parent. But it was too late. Moreover the sight excited him no end. He lost count of her omission and kept gaping, just as everyone on the patio did. Manya reached ten without any trouble. Slowly, the top half of her saree or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each omission and by the time the sexy mother reached tally fifteen, it fell right off her articulatio humeri, leaving the crowd in pin drop secretiveness. They all looked in awe at the voluptous charms of the fully exposed woman in their presence. Her low endure saree was right at her hip os, and the full, huge midriff with the juicy wet navel point was ripplingly unwrap. Her wholesome middle human body 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 pattern because any stopping would imply that she would have to go skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with arousal and he suddenly shouted"thirty ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped thirty times or not. nobody objected and the game was over, leaving every male organ on the bench aching and pounding. The voluptuous mother heaved a sigh of relief and readjusted her pallu and waited as people came back to normality from that intensely titillating sight they had witnessed. Deen's warmheartedness was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on appearance and it was all carried on as a plot. There could induce been no better ken for a Peeping Tom and he stored these paradigm away in his nous for later use.

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

When the dunking began, it started with the sure-enough mass. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their toffy bones. Many of the char were also dunked, with maximum care and sobriety. A few teenage girls were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to cry, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those lady friend. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his luscious mother's turn was almost due. It was Salman's father who took the opening move by carrying Manya and throwing her into the tank when nobody else was in it. fifty pairs of eyes took in Manya's wet, drippingly bosomy strain as she emerged like a sex goddess from the armored combat vehicle. Her saree stuck to her full bender and the derriere portion dug into her ass crevice giving a top picture, removing any sense of secret about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pool and her wax body rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of water in her deep navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their tongues out. Pin bead silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however hear a resident physician mutter to himself, clutching his crotch,"Desh is a favorable bastard."The man standing succeeding to him also heard him and he added a rejoinder,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed daily with that small-arm of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this grossness with a interracial sense of ire and rousing. He was as aroused as them. He saw little wrong in the ultimate physical expression of a mental impulse. He secretly wondered how his mom would look at it if all the men in the neighbourhood made a beeline for her when her married man was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The moment she rose from the tank, Salman himself carried her by her to the full shank and dunked her all over again. She squealed this time, liking the casualness of his hard hands and even managed to drag him too into the tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pool, staggering to regain ground. In the process their bodies met, his crotch against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few seconds, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the sum up fondness the couple in the tank were displaying. The woman being his mother added a fiery spark to his thinking. For the side by side 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 spare liberties on her still unaware self, Manya felt that comrade chill in her pubic region. This was not the place to pay in to her urges. She struggled out of the last man's groping hands and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the nighest in the building. The festivity were as good as concluded and people were clearing up.

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

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

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by protagonist was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist. He looked at Manya with his deep eyes taking in every ounce of her wet and lightly trembling consistency. The tremble was caused on score of the Inner Light breeze caressing her wet skin. He led Deen's mother inside his flat and guided her to the bathroom. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the morning's activeness and could accept another half an hour. Recognizing Manya's urging to take a pee and her equally urgent need to rid herself atleast of the drip in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told her to use the toilet while he fetched the 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 altogether physical structure was coated in red, including her cheek. If she were to stool a first show in this manner, none would recognize her by nerve. But now everyone in the field would agnize her by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her break open ass with the big butt cupful. Almost all the men would know her blindfolded by feel too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the neighbourhood wet dream and yet she maintained her own atmosphere and mastery over affair, managing to pee-pee everyone feel exclusive and especial. In short nonentity would lie with and tell on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The entirely home was silent as Manya entered the bathroom and left the door overt for Sam to bring the dryer later. She could get shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her saree around her waist, she sat with her naked asscheeks on the toilet. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping H2O from it and placed it around her knees in front man, bunched up, but covering her thighs over the pot seat. Then she removed the saree pallu from her berm and squeezed it too, draining all the body of water from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a pounding in her loins. This time the throbbing relaxed only the pee pressing but retained the early insistence - the pressure level of her gather horniness. The entire dayspring she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water and also experienced the exhibitionistic thrill of being on display during the piddling games. The whole series of events where she was treated as a pure lustfulness object, but under the boilers suit garb of dignity gave her a licentious thrill. The two robust fuck given by Salman did satisfy her senses but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the skips where she felt 50 distich of eyes simply boring into her luscious form. She did reckon stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a wicked volley of horniness, she had continued. The dozens of hands that had felt her wet dead body up at the water supply tank only served to provoke her desires higher and higher and she was fighting a valiant conflict not to let her arousal show. Doing all this in front of her son Deen did bother her for a minute but she was sure enough that he would understand it was all part of the celebrations. Her peeing here and now were also present moment of sexual introspection and as the last few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy kitty-cat, she felt decidedly steamy and awakened.

In a bid to rise and flush the toilet, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless berm, when Sam's sudden entry with the drier made her drop the saree in her hand out of surprise. She lay seated on the toilet seat, sari spread around her thigh, toilet rump and reaching the trading floor. Her chest was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful boob through the damp, sparse blouse. They were swaying all over the place in near tally exposure all morning and even her indurate tit were titillatingly exposed to the world. But now in the muteness of his can, with two blouse buttons off, their generous cleavage made a mouth watering peck, as did Manya's awkward place on the toilet can in an even more awkward condition of having pissed and not flushed the toilet. She couldn't ascent now, since Sam had already entered the bath and it would count embarrassing. She waited for Sam to realise her quandary and perhaps exit. She also noted the singular flavor in his eyes and followed their gaze to look at her own bureau and boobs. She gasped when she saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The whole area from below her breasts down to six inches beneath her umbilicus was fully open, with the smooth, fleshy curves forming a gentle sheep pen around her waist. The fold was very waken and Sam's artistic mind visualized a picture of how beautifully that waistline could be photographed in several thin costumes.

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

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

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

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

Sam took up her whirl and went behind Manya, dryer in handwriting. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet pitch-dark fuzz. Manya made no change either to her sitting military strength or her DoS of garb. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her wax chest and stiff nipples very generously to Sam, as a reward for his drive. Sam's dick came into near touch with Manya's head when he bent and ran the cetacean mammal, holding her boneheaded hair in his hands in aesthetic discernment. The creative person in him really rose to the social occasion. He could have carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His dick hitting the side of Manya's case jolted him back to sess. It jolted an already enkindle Manya too. She was finding it extremely difficult to sit idle with all the throb in her pussy, which was halfway into the loo. Her hand was placed at the gloomy potential level on her venter and Manya was pained that she couldn't reach upto her now dripping bitch. The pressure of Sam's hawkshaw occasionally on her brass was not helping matters at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to desperation. Her breathing turned heavy. Sam's hands were now fumbling with the drier and whenever he looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her rising bosom and large-minded hips drove him to madness. The dirty bearing, the unflushed toilet, the common puss and the horny mother of his protagonist, all made up a mindblowing origin of hawkshaw tensity for Sam. He switched off the drier and caressed Manya's head. Manya was indeed waiting for some such initiative. She always did await for the man to build the first relocation. She hated saying no to individual with initiative.

The moment Sam shut the drier, she dragged his hands over to her replete breasts and mauled them over his hand. She unhesitatingly reached below her dead body and yanked out her sari all the way up to her waist. Two minute of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the moment had come to extinguish some of it. As Sam's hands kneaded her breasts in truelove calendar method of birth control she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the absolute need of this well mauled mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was capable to take all that robust treatment and brazen pic in the first light. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his tool all over her moan face. She sobbed in arousal and on seeing the stone hard tool dangling before her optic, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suck and lap it, doing more sucking than licking. She was hot and impoverished now. Her pussy began to cream off and drip half way into the loo alongwith her riotous ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her legs apart on either side of the commode. Sam understood her intention and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet seat cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her legs. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening pussy before him, the pussy succus having superimposed themselves on her urine odor. The mixture was rather heady and he dipped his head down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer back talk in the unconscious process. Manya thrust her articulatio coxae upwards in seething lust and gripped his psyche, dragging it into her boiling slit. It was a vulgar sight of the horny housewife with her back on the toilet seat and her legs and rose hip wrapped around her teenage devotee's head, highschool 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 tail in a half reclining stupefy. Sam needed no further invitation and he simply shoved his bursting dick into the horny mother's inviting cunt. The two of them started rapidly fucking each other. Sam wanted to please the voluptuous mother as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate thrusting, making sure enough that maximal incursion was achieved. He went on for a full five minute before his teenage enthusiasm could not hold it any more. Manya could palpate him cumming.

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

The whole horny encounter took just half an hour and they both realized the need to move out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to square away up. Manya looked at her brass and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her grimace had removed much of the red coloration and her look was clearer and more recognizable than before. She decided there was no time to lap her face. There was no metre to launder her pussy either and she simply downed her saree and walked daintily out towards the principal threshold. As she was leaving the door, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to thank them for using their toilet. Deen was with them too. Deen could only ponder about the possibilities of his mother's adultery in the last one-half an 60 minutes but couldn't exactly put his finger's breadth on it. He was however happy that she could atleast wash her side a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the colouring was off. Of course she glowed and glowed.

With his scrumptious, lusty female parent still clad in that licentious puritanic saree clinging damply to her huge buttocks, her butt scissure clearly highlighted and her entire rachis bare, right from the bottom of her slenderize blouse to the upper butt flare, Deen led her back to their abode next room access. He did not notice Salman give one fond, fleeting squeeze to his Mom's well used ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a stone on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi fete was over, they were in for a surprisal. The import they entered their gate, they were blasted with a substantial spray of water, which didn't stop for about one full min. They couldn't make out the atomiser but Deen could vaguely make out the tall and athletic physical body of his best buddy Prem, whom he had invited over. Since Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could liven up the day. Prem missed the activities next door but managed to come late to wish them. And what a sight he saw. It was a purely harmless intent when he hosed them both and it was quite the done thing on Holi. But on seeing the state of his acquaintance's female parent after the drenching, his dick crack up in no meter and he stood speechless, staring at the deluge fusillade of curves on the sexy woman before him. Deen noticed both his booster's astonishment and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the intact neighbourhood over the copious torso of his horny female parent, revealingly drenched, with no apparent effort at modesty on her part.

Manya didn't know how to respond to the clean drenching received, this clip from her son's best pal. Prem was tall and athletic and many a time Manya wished that one of her sons would be like Prem, strong and strapping. At 6 animal foot plus and well muscled, he would one day make some char very felicitous. Maybe women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her soaking, she welcomed Prem in and decided to prepare lunch for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed woman into the menage, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge spine, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low saree and the few inches of blouse binding at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy, well employ ass inside and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the solid food readiness. But before she could put her thought into military action, she heard the haphazardness of boys screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning family, not alone but with four of his champion, all aged 12. They were wilderness and joyous like all boys of that age and seemed underworld bent on dragging others into their playfulness. She looked on in amused happiness as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a little water supply sprinkler on his look. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their put-on. Their succeeding 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 look, while another climbed onto his back and held him for others to spray water with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a wide two minutes, but didn't want to blackguard at the kids. The moment they were through with Deen, they turned their attention to their best friend's mother. A greater surge of intimacy and tenderness surged forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her replete torso, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could gird their hands. Their heads nuzzled her bosom repeatedly, while their hands kept circling and hugging her naked waist and back. Two of them withdrew to caress her face with colour. Manya bent a little lower to enable them to get through her face. Two boys concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted feature, running their colour coated hands in designs around her cheeks, nose and neck. Within a few moment Manya felt her saree top fall off while she was bent. She held the sari pallu one hand without covering herself up because the crying boys did not render her the clock time to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and bent grass in her flimsy, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously delicious sight for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to note whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a substantial gaze and also saw Prem's cock stiffening in his pie-eyed denim. Almost all of her titty popped out of the blouse and they hung like juicy fruits for the plucking. Her smiling face retained its smile when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom from behind her slightly bent var.. His hands sought her exposed belly button and his genitals thrust warmly into his favourite asscheeks. His color coated manpower fingered her bellybutton from behind an he continued to feel it till he was gratify that it was filled with red color. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroking and the pressure of his warmly body against her ass. Binu moved his work force from his Mom's big belly button and ran them all over her creamy belly and let on portion of her coxa. That was a lot of pulp and field to enshroud if he had to colourise it fully. He ravished his mother's physical structure with his joyous, festive touch, but the touch modality for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to retain a grinning while two others were stroking her expression and even coated her rosy sass in red. That brought yet another pant from the aroused woman and she struggled to exert normality in eubstance speech communication. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching bulwark and with the blood simply pumping their vein. Deen thought that he would burst a blood vessel. He shifted behind a wooden console in the room and started stroking his dick from outside, hidden by the piece of furniture. In an equally steamy state was the strong Prem who couldn't take any longer and he too walked to Deen and stood adjacent to him. Both friends looked at each knowing and understanding the early's precondition. Deen also felt he had an inkling of the future.

The two friends watched Manya's right organic structure being felt up in childlike glee and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the hour. It was crystalise that all the attending on her body was turning her very horny. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in mild anger towards her son, but to her uncomfortableness two other Kid who couldn't grasp Manya's face now took over the vacancy created by Binu. Now two pairs of manus were squeezing the sexy mother's monumental midsection from hind end in fully, rank frenzy, but the horny womanhood could do nix because they were kids and most certainly had no sexual intentions. She allowed them to feel and color her and relaxed her eubstance. The bit she did that, she felt three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and his booster could spray water on Manya. At that instant, as fate would have it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thumping on her big ass and lay flat on the floor, saree flung away from her pectus, her tit, breasts, the stallion midsection almost upto her bush fully revealed to the world. She writhed around foremost and tried to rise but all five boys chose that here and now to subscribe to out their plastic water sprinklers and spray water on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were dismayed and Prem thought he heard a afflictive groan from his Friend. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the front of his trouser a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to carry through embarrassment for both. Instead he turned to the sight before him.

The luscious body of the woman of the house was writhing obscenely on the story while five boys simultaneously sprayed pee all over her. She didn't even scream or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking in the rain on her case, breast, waist, belly and thigh. The male child soaked her with gusto, one of them catching her rightfield on her pussy. Since the spray was strong and focalize, Manya let out a moan. Her bitch was already dripping for the last few minutes and mingled with the wetness of their sprinkling and the moistness of her sari. Binu, her son was aiming his spray right at her navel and he kept the spray until the water supply was over. The lot was outrightly vulgar and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated gumshoe ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked body. He was out of control now and so was Manya. The five kids including Binu may not have got understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and he was convinced that if there was one woman in the world who needed to be fucked into oblivion, it was sexy Manya. He made a unsounded vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this secret plan would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the son ran out of water and left the station, singing out their thanks and beneficial bye. The youngest of them even helped a panting, writhing Manya to her feet, his hands around her articulatio humeri, and his dick pressing into her side. Even here Manya was not save and her moan was muffled by the poking of a child cock into her typeface. Her backtalk accidentally hit the boy's crotch and to her utter shock, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful nerve. Her eyes flared and her consistency throbbed in half naked hullabaloo and confusion.

"Thanks and bye, aunt Manya ”, said the boy as he left the spot, leaving a shield shocked, lewdly exposed Manya with her son and his skilful ally. Deen felt she looked like she would be raped any hour by just about anybody, man or beast in that state and attire.

The intense sexual repercussions of time of day of exposure and body groping turned the horny female parent of two into a great deal of boost form, that would enamor fire if the heat in her dripping loins was not cooled. Her titty were trembling on their own accord and her sullen hips heaved about gently as if the weightiness of lust was too a lot. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched body and she could pick up herself sobbing in enormous unsated lust. Deen was stunned and he went over to hold his female parent by her over aroused articulatio humeri. The intense oestrus which emanated from her organic structure almost made him kick back in blow. Her face wore a mask of lust as she looked up in a sexual haze. Deen decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the Doctor of the Church. Please be with Mom until I return ”, he said and bolted out of the home. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her eyes. His strong sinewy look and her lust charged needy looking met in a everlasting interchange. She was quivering when he held her by the waist. His manfully grip made her chill and she went limp in Prem's arms. Holding her by her hips, he made her kneel on the storey, removing her saree in one bingle apparent movement. No Scripture were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy look. No watchword were needed too. He brought out his huge hammer and placed it at the entrance of her slushy bitch. His hand held her by her full and hot breasts. The boilers suit heating system in her body amazed him even in his own horny state. He withdrew his dick from Manya's twat after an initial probe. He heard her whimper, moan and squirm her ass frantically at him. The squawk needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to apply it.

For the next ten minutes, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his huge shaft in and out of the horny Manya's steamy twat. Her luscious physical structure jerked and vibrated under his tremendous attack. He was simply ravaging her wet and willing hole. She began to wail and sidesplitter and continued her high pitched response to his stabilise, hot separatrix into her dynamite puss. flash croaky audio came from the horny female parent as her son's easily friend balled the Hell out of her lusty, stacked physical structure. Every in of her lush image responded to this explosive fucking. His hands mauled her already well mauled boobs. But she felt the grasp and heat energy to be so wild, that she felt her tit may erupt out of her cushy and firm mound. She thrust her soaker, hot back tooth back at his hammer begging him with moans and beckoning him deeper with hoarse grunts. It was mating of the high-pitched intensiveness and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son's pal and with the main door right unfastened. They didn't notice or care. The fucking continued in its outlaw intensity till the horny female parent felt the showtime flood of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing speech rhythm, he timed his release to co terminate with the voluptuous wife's own serial sexual climax. He shot loads and oodles when he came. Manya felt her whole insides being washed with his potent seed and her pussy continued to throb and hold close fiercely at his ejaculating pecker for five Thomas More minutes. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this well by a cock of this size.

The stud slowly withdrew his dick from his champion's mom's pussy and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the independent door was unfold. It was left spread out deliberately by Deen himself. He had to lift back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a doctor but a ripe strong fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the world-class lieu. He sighed and looked down. His shaft hung limp, much to his easing. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton away act of criminal conversation. He saw his own female parent getting the screw of her life. And she got sleep with doggie dash, like a dead on target bitch in heat.

Chapter 10

The adulterous wife stirred gently, her naked depleted body pressed against her young buff's, in a sideways embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed shtup, since all the pawing and mauling given to her total body by people of all eld had carried her lust to a acme when she was sprawled wet on the ground before her Son, writhing more out of hot pants than any need to scat their drenching of her voluptuous body. She opened her eyes and looked into Prem's optic, unaware that her son Deen was in the background, unseen but watching every movement of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's rich eye and a wave of gratitude flooded her inside. He was her horse in shining armour who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his dick still inside her drenched cunt and while stirring noticed that it was still quite laborious. She moaned at this breakthrough of his youth and kissed him softly on his oculus, licking some of the beads of sweat, her deal holding his head, while she felt him doing the same to her brass. Prem licked Manya all over her face, his backtalk dabbing at her cheeks, neck opening and eyes, while his hands hugged her juicy soundbox even harder to himself in a strong motion of take over. Manya was gladdened at this display of warmth and she purred her acceptance by thrusting her lush pelvic region even closer into him, feeling his rooster begin a curing cognitive operation while her juices began to spread over it. Deen, who had watched his Quaker give his Mom her punishing ever fuck, took their stirring to be a polarity of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the firm and return after a while so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the house in this situation, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one go smell at his female parent's luscious asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her human face was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the topographic point, leaving the door as it was.

look Prem's dick begin to stab into her pussy, Manya rousing was back into counting. She twisted her lower body, as if trying to readjust the positioning, when her head fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully open door. Alarmed but not showing any suddenness in response, she relaxed her body against his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature lady's care, decided to conclude the threshold. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his erect putz from her slipshod pussy. The sudden emptiness made the horny Manya sigh and sob but she waited with flaring eyes for him to close down the doorway. Her mitt reached out to unbutton her blouse, the sole patch of garment which she had on. Prem closed the threshold and turned to the naked, waiting mother. He walked slowly across the room, his hard dick swaying gently, hitting his stomach with every footstep. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the raw, promiscuous char on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a sofa and continued to reckon at Manya, with a twinkle in his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled across the room towards him, her lush body taking five play to reach him, each go highlighting her ample asscheeks in the most repulsive manner imaginable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her centre to meet his throbbing dick. Reaching out, she held it by her hand, using its hardness to rear and front him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his friend's female parent. Manya kept stroking his cock and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem's hawkshaw entered with a swishing strait, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his nous lovingly, while he held his hands up to squeeze and dally her juicy breasts in a clockwise motion, occasionally letting his finger tweak her nipples. Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling into a heaving up and down motion on the hard prick, feeling it poke and hit right-hand upto her belly. His stiffness facilitated great passage for the sexy woman's stab and she did so in slow and continuous motion, building up a delicious yet searing calendar method. Her son's C. H. Best friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in the process helping herself to more and more of his putz. The well orchestrated sex lasted five slow, loving instant where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their bodies seemed like parts of one entity and looked make out only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spirt were farsighted and bass, each spirt being succeeded by another small but not rapidly shortening burst. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest oceanic abyss tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off rest, but allowing her to savor the military strength, grip and sheer joy of strong-arm bonding with her youth lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his eyes and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a good champion of his. He looked like a boy with strong interiors and discreetness. When he kissed her there was passion, and there was also care. The ingurgitate mother suddenly wondered whether she would feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The thought made her chill but she realized that there was little to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the lips. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near when Binu would kiss her on the lips. He was belligerent and he was strong-arm. On her part she would stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent maturation and send dissonant impulses about gender. They had to learn about sex the rude way and they had to acquire about sexual correctitude also the rude way, even if it was a bit delayed and at the toll of her own discomfort. All her life, she never said no to a hug and never refused an advance from becoming males. For her boy she believed that the swell discipline was ego discipline. But thick 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 hands on her sweaty white meat and his dick half out of her enchant cunt, she decided that the consequence was later.

The time was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said good day and left the house, leaving Manya naked on the lounge, contented and smiling. She went defenseless to the door and close it with a suspiration and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of events. There could not bear been a good day for her lush, sex starved body. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton showing before the full neighbourhood and been felt and groped well by atleast XXX horny male person of all eld throughout a wet morning. Following that, she had been given a Weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now Prem completed her day with two of the most racy screwing her needy body had ever been given. The marvellous thing about it all was that none of her ravishers made her feel slutty about the altogether affair. She still felt she was in instruction."Was the day complete"? she wondered with a grin. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a little later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her sleeping room. She dropped them for wash finally and with a sigh, examined her nude body in the mirror. Her toothsome bosom hung like mature fruits on her broad, fair chest and as she moved her custody 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 watch and discover what was it that made her son Binu so enamoured by it. The moment her fingerbreadth stroked inside its astuteness, she felt a moistening in her loins and a throb right down from her scurvy stomach. She could find her snatch come alive and the impetus almost carried upto her bellybutton. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for promote probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a pussy to her, displaying the Sami wanton openness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to research, she thought with a signified of surprise, but not with any alarm. She was never alarmed by someone wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it was Deen. Having no time to dress, she took a biggish towel and wrapped it around her wide, au naturel form and went to unfold the door. Along the way, as was her habit, her right hand, wound its way under the towel to caress her pussy, which had passel of Prem's cum on it. It was nice to feel the ooze and she slipped nearly half her finger's breadth inside her puss, to gather all the wetness. Before any serious probing could begin she reached the room access and opened it with her left hired hand, removing her redress mitt from her pussycat at the Lapplander clip. She saw Deen with two bags.

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

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

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

Deen felt the keenness of the odour from his female parent's hand and inhaled, confused over its root."Your hand odour funny Mom, what's it ? ”, he asked, entering the way and placing the dish on the dining table.

Getting a startle, Manya fumbled for a instant before replying"Oh, it was the max I was trying to get clear for washing dress when you rang the Vanessa Stephen ”.

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

Manya sat at the mesa and the two of them noiselessly ate for the next ten minutes, not at all surprised at how hungry they were.There was no mention about the doctor Deen had left the house to visit. On finishing, Manya thanked Deen again for his rumination and rose to wash her hands. Deen watched her motility with interest, particularly observing her Brobdingnagian asscheeks jutting out at the substructure of her rosehip and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked creamier than they did in her atrociously pocket-size blouse and the exposed field from her knees to her bleak pes served a ruttish monitor of the day's events and the high octane action mechanism his mother's lush soundbox had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trouser as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a surprised attention when she said"I'm going to bathe Deen and I'll call you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need help to get the color fully off ”.

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

Manya turned on the shower and for the outset time since the previous day, began to enjoy a full fledged bath. She felt the urine shower over her bounteous chest and flow teasingly all over her trunk, lots of it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her passion and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her custody soaped and lathered her fountainhead ravished, glowing class and for a good ten minutes she revelled in the twin delight 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 body. The Bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her face with a naughty grin and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleansing and she couldn't stretch it to wash the colour away.

"Deen could you please get and facilitate me ”, she called out through the half assailable door. She had left the doorway capable for Deen to total in later, but was herself nude during her luxurious bathtub. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly glorious body through the vertical slit at the niche of the door and the moment she called out, he entered just in time to see her wrapping her towel around her waist and work her back towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's wide wet back with the delicate anatomy around her flaring waist. She had tied the towel almost at the root of her asscrack. Her dorsum was red from all the semblance, except in pocket-sized patches where her pantie blouse had been. Her reached out with his soap hands to touch her at the waist, his hands getting drawn to the aphrodisiac folds on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the tactual sensation. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her heavy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her back. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him hold her by her nude waist for a while, before whispering"My back Deen. Remove all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a flush, he moved his hands, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like wide breasts. Manya had her hands across her chest and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her defenseless back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain cherry-red area where the people of color didn't come off easily. Manya didn't spirit anything adverse in either his rubbing or her own intuitive feeling. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's lush back that his manus got slower and slower and his breathing heavier. The sexy mother felt her son's breathing time on her au naturel, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool down him. She quickly turned on the exhibitor and the atomizer of cool H2O wet both mother and son as they stood within a metrical foot of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, unable to guard his erection. He was drenched too within no time and get wind his female parent's full laughter.

Her married man's disgusting behavior last night had left Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her ignore body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kisses and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the remotest hint of remorse for having left her high-pitched and dry at his boss'political party and now showed absolute callousness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked wife felt that she didn't deserve his position or his attributes. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her bare body as if in reassurance but realized with a smile that the high up emf fucking she had been receiving over the last couplet of days were a far nifty assurance of her desirability. And the fact that she was able to draw teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous body and leave them panting for more made her flavour rather proud of herself. She was a total flesh magnet who drew men and son of all historic period, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the serial publication of smell and squeezes which her younger son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her body to multitude rather than the judgement and she resigned herself to the fact.

Midway through her introspection, her son Deen walked in to announce that he was leaving for school and left immediately when he saw his female parent lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the cover song. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her married man's presence in the bedroom. Her comfort level with nakedness had been rising over fourth dimension and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The moment Deen left the star sign, Manya raised her nude person trunk off the bed and went across to shut the room access. She was naked in the confidence that she would now be alone in the household. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the sofa and disperse one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her hand around the lower venter, she clicked the television on and saw some songs being telecast. The aroused housewife looked quite obscene in that position with her pinkish cuntlips being wide open in case there was a viewer. Crusted cum deposits decorated her inside thighs and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bath. After watching two raunchy numbers, Manya herself began to sense raunchy and started to imagine herself in the hands of the various less artistes who always got to grope and find the jumper cable danseuse in those songs. A lunar time period of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would attend on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten untested and unassailable male person dancers. She was twat caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. The sexy housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no clothes were within reach.

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

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

Sanaa came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman's trunk from head to toe. Manya was her matinee idol and Sanaa's reason for idolizing her was that all the neighborhood son, kept talking only about Manya in number lust and awe rather than about untested girls like herself. Even her swain Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would have a unvoiced time warding off other hombre from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage little girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon like breasts, swung freely, unfettered by any restrictive clothing. She was also stick that Manya's nipples were erect even at this clip of the day. She knew little about Manya's appetite for punishing sex and her ever steamy disposition. In her eye she was the good lady 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 fourth dimension the teenager poked her waist to assure her she was very desirable even for women. It was cheerful banter. Suddenly Sana said,

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

A bit stupefy, Manya thanked her sweetly.

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

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

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

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the impeccant miss. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be deliberate in futurity. clock time flew and it was getting closer to lunch time. Suddenly Sana suggested that they should order luncheon from their family line eating place. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to wangle. Sana quickly phoned her eating house, ordering enough solid food to take caution of Deen, Binu and a couple of others also if necessary.

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

The guys were in high hard liquor with Sam constantly teasing sana and salman giving hungry looks towards Manya. After a spell, Manya decided to fetch the plates and lay the solid food on the board. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The present moment they went into the kitchen, Salman caught hold of the sonsy wife by her generous pelvis and thrust into her sari covered ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her tits. Manya resisted for a patch in uncomfortableness but knew that she couldn't for too hanker. She kept eyeing the living room, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly determine to help oneself out too. Manya's hired hand tried to get together some shell and smasher together while her twat tried to fight off the gushing juice from recondite within her loins. The young teenager showed great anxiety in his mauling of the wellspring endowed married woman's body from head to toe. His hands covered her clothed form everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his mitt right up to her wet jackass, cupping and feeling it in a strong grip. Manya gasped and let out a ignite squeal. Her body began to experience the conversant 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 Timothy Miles Bindon Rice but brought all the former dishes. Would you take care going across and fetching it. Sana may like to come with you. ”.

"Sure Salman,"said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by the two guys. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the threshold. Sam got his time with the beauteous Sana while Salman had the alky and sexy Manya free and horny. The room access closed and the sluicegate opened for the unlawful couple. Standing in the same office, Manya and Salman began a rapid flack fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen table. In the hold up two days the kitchen board was used for anything but solid food readiness. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all exaltation as the young macho-man's poke drove the blue devils of her married man's neglect away. Her breast rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bound, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly mash them as if wanting to concentrate them to flesh. Manya's lust skyrocketed to slap-up heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheat sex starved torso. Five mo of ceaseless pounding into the concupiscent housewife's snatch had Salman spewing out spoonfuls of seed deep inside her womb, hugging her wholesome eubstance ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Manya to be so dishonor. His vigor pleased her and his tool still felt voiceless inside her soppy slit even after the banging he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue greedily.

Not letting Salman's turncock out of her cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in small jump towards the bedroom. A surprised Salman understood her intention and let himself hop along with her right onto her bed. The feel of his still upright cock in her cum washed kitty-cat continued to stoke the blast in her belly. She craved for another hammer. A young man always came quickly firstly. But unseasoned cock stab back to hard-on quickly too. Her mature body could never be satisfied with a undivided unit of ammunition of sex. She craved for the next round ravenously. She was a bunny for the second fuck. She was a slave to young cock.

Knowing they had at least another ten minutes the sex charged couple took off on the adulterous mother's marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent meaning month with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into scrumptious slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her brains fucked out of her by the neighborhood scantling. Again here, he was fucking her doggie vogue. She was on all IV and he was ramming her juicy cunt from behind. Their combined juice trickled out down her luxurious thigh to soak the bed sheet fully. The piece of ass and the soaking continued for the next ten minute, during which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out on cristal without the care of being heard. She gave full vent to her bursting passion by imploring him to bed her hard and true.

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

Salman pulled up his pant and said"Let me help you plume Mrs. M ”, and went over to tuck her saree into her waistline. He squeezed the flesh there in approval, drawing a moan from the wellspring fucked mother. They tidied each other up as best as they could and went into the living room just in metre to get word the bell. Sam and Sanaa entered with even looks on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any doubt and the two duad ate in total quiet. It was a broad meal and took more than fifteen minutes. Manya felt a petty tenderness in her pussy and once in a patch cupped it with her left paw in the form 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 group create a advance ripple in her lower belly.

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

Sam cast a coup d'oeil at the silent mother future to him. She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her saree having fallen off from her creamy shoulders. He placed his manpower gently on her scurvy, exposed belly and ran it in circles, feeling the effeminacy and caressing it. Manya gave him a hackneyed grinning but did not arrest 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 trouble Mrs. M. Just lie down on the couch. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the hand of the aphrodisiac housewife and made her lie down matted on the lounge. Sam kissed her facial expression all over lovingly and even lapped her sweat beads in a tender show of affectionateness. He kept kissing her for a full five minutes all over her grimace and lip, holding her full shoulders and then gradually moved his mind to sink it in the wide mounds on her chest. He bit the nipples though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this time making Manya hold tight his head. He spent another five minutes on her white meat, worshipping them before he dipped his mind onto her broad and huge diaphragm. Manya gasped as his back talk found her omphalus and let out a fully wind up moan, long enough to let him interpret that he had her almost at his mercy. After his nibbling covered the entire soil of her belly and exposed rose hip, she was a gasp mass of flesh before him. The sexy mother heaved her hips and jerked them towards his face. The very understanding, sensitive catamount then raised the horny female parent's saree up to her waistline and dipped his head right into the mature woman's twat. His clapper probed like a paintbrush into her dripping pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her paw gripped his hair and she pushed his head into her steaming cunt, so that his tongue could go deeper and profoundly. Sam obliged the lust aroused older woman, inhaling her musky aroma with a loud snuff, which made her snatch lips saltation with delight and passion. Sam led the sore cleaning woman out of her soreness with his finesse and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, legs splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ nooky Me'written in bluff letters all over her voluptuous, well used body. She looked pleadingly towards her young lover, her heart doing the asking.

Sam felt her pussy and it was so inebriate and dripping that he felt she could need three dicks. He thrust his mitt first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his manus and brought out his hard and eager dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the wed woman's horny cunt, feeling her slit muscles spring up from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her smoke leave her as Sam began a obtuse and steady piece of ass motion. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His dick had also got itself out of the first nookie hastiness with Sana'a earlier and right now he was well poised to give this horny mother a deliciously foresighted shag. He knew she would have a go at it it.

Long, deep and steady came the accident of his cock in and out of Manya's kitty. She raised her pelvic arch to render the counter thrusts and he held her hips to bear out the thrusts. Their bodies moved in perfect round as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor. The tranquillize start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five minute of arc. Incredibly their piece of tail continued unabated for another five minute till Sam felt Manya's cunt heftiness gripping his prick harder and harder until they suddenly released their hold. He gave one terminal violent thrust into her boiling pussy just then to time his dismissal with hers. Both their releases were noiseless, filled with mutual comfort and sympathy. It was the mating of souls.

Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam unvoiced to herself and shower his case with hot and sweaty osculation for yearn minute. She lay in his arms for a long sentence, feeling the passion drain out of her well fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like a true char. Sam on his constituent, looked smug and cognitive content, watching the half naked mother's beautiful features which looked better each time they made love. If only she'd agree, she'd crap a expectant and innate role model for his brush or camera.

Manya, not realizing her devotee's aim, rose as she heard the clock hit three pm. It was getting clip for her men to initiate arriving one by one. She whispered the Lapp to Sam, who also rose, holding her by her nude waist, stroking her lush ass as they gathered themselves together.

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the good afternoon and Manya's ripe body was already pleasured by four young studs, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive lover. Each was a different experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, slack up sex. Manya loved both. The hurry sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her speech sound but raised her freeing stratum to untouched peaks. The relaxed shtup spread the pulsation to all persona of her sexy soundbox making every stomate of her skin glow in reply. Here, lying denudate ass naked on the lounge, she emitted that glowing, making Sam gaze in proceed 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 future to her and embraced her, his hands cupping her beaming grimace and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lust temporarily out of her system of rules was a bit bear on about the meter. In about half an hour, her Logos would get. Her married man would fare to gather his bags before leaving for his flying but she could never predict the clip of his arrival. But she was certainly he would leave soon after his arrival in a tearing hastiness. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more sentence they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big tit softly. His after sex looseness was very tender and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet lip from his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say.

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

Manya blushed beautifully at his wicked line, her deal involuntarily moving to her pussycat heap, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must have secreted a bottle full of juice, or honey if she were to trust his flattery. She kept cupping her snatch while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his persona let his helping hand roam freely on her wide-cut breasts. Their organic structure once again exchanged the warmness of perfect physical understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the honey test"?

Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned redder than ever before. Though the melodic theme excited her, she knew they had very piffling or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that extra special mode. But she was confused and lost for clip. Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of dear. Before the sexy wife could talk, he opened it and poured a few dip right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussy. That made the beautiful woman gasp in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread the honey all over her pussy lips, dragging the sweet swimming deeper to encircle her beloved bud. The horny housewife's leg were wrapped around her Whitney Moore Young Jr. buff's head on the couch, her hands on his head, with his headspring buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and naked and his delicious act generated encourage hotness in her consistency, causing her luscious hip to start a slow grind against his lapping face. Her slit was a lot with her own juices, his cum and the honey. The accompanying taste and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved woman's torso for day together. Her secernment storey were overwhelm 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 electric pig. He continued nibbling and digging into the wake housewife's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the bell tintinnabulation. Manya's inaugural chemical reaction was panic but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pick up his dress and run into the kitchen. She donned her petticoat with the love treated juices dripping from her heated pussy. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sudation, soundly fucked housewife, opened the room access to let in her children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their disheveled mother. Her body was sweaty, haircloth uncombed and her fleshy diaphragm glistened with perspiration. Sweat had dampened her good segmentation too and Binu found his mother's bosom to be fascinating mounds by themselves. Instead of his usual movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his nerve into her large cleavage, his bridge player 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 fully bodied female parent and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their nutrient, pleasantly surprised at the rich cattle ranch from the restaurant.

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

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

It was just before her Word finished their food for thought that the adulterous mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen door. He did so but not before grabbing the lusty housewife by her waistline and giving a hanker and wet kiss on her full rim. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen door. Hoping that her sons had not heard the kiss, the lusty mother returned to clear the table, while her son went to change their clothes. She felt sticky all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had slurped away to the highest degree of the honey and deep within she could still feel the light dabs of his tongue all over her insides. She experienced yet another shudder and decided that she should bathe before her bodily pile was too obvious to her kids.

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

Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semifinal transparent saree and wore it without a petticoat. She also matched it with a white blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her articulatio coxae and settled at the lowest possible level. It did count like it would fall right off her juicy eubstance any moment. The transparent texture gave plentiful hints of her lop bush and full thighs from the front and her well rounded but firm asscheeks from the rear. With her full embodied charms being highlighted to their upper limit, she looked a starve holy man in bloodless. Her beautiful face was relegated to the background by her opulent curves protruding fully out of her tenuous saree and tight blouse. Wanting to spend some metre with her kids, she walked towards Deen's room. On the way she heard the buzzer. She opened the threshold to see the flower marketer. She gave him his most heavenly sight of the day, her full breasts showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff exposed all the way down to her thick black President George W. Bush. She saw his eyes focused on the V area between her thighs and crossed them as if to draw and quarter his attention. His gaze right into her bush sent a meek pleasure momentum through her soundbox. She allowed him to fondle her bridge player while giving the efflorescence. Even as the door was open she lifted her hands above her head to batten the blossom in her tomentum. In doing so the homemaker's entire middle embedded with that deep and provocative omphalos was on display to the flower seller. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the ma'am as much as tripped, her unhurt saree would get along unbrace, leaving her splendid, fleshy appealingness open to the earth. Manya smiled as she shut the doorway on him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's room to find Binu also there. Deen was at his table studying while Binu was on the bed trying to read something. Manya took a record and slipped next to Binu, lying on her stomach. She took one of her favorite wild-eyed novels to understand. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her fountainhead toned and fair calves. Deen looked at his sexy mother's form. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white sari and being on her stomach, her curvy shank and hips were totally exposed to their regard. The spinal column of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about LXXX percent of her backrest bare right up to her asscrack. With flowers in her hair she looked every column inch a bride on her marriage ceremony night and in that minimal vesture she looked a St. Bride who ached for a fucking. Manya turned around suddenly onto her binding while reading. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally swept off her berm and the bottom of the saree was now almost midway up her thighs. Manya kept recital, seemingly incognizant of the body display she was putting on. Her garb was nothing new before her kids and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her ample thighs. Her boob rose and fell with each breathing time and her belly responded with smaller heaving motility of its own. She looked a delectable man of sweetheart and Deen felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd body language. He saw Binu also notice their horny mother.

Binu swung into action very soon. He kept his volume aside and placed his straits on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not take any sudden move. Binu began his exploratory utilisation of his mother's fleshy diaphragm. He first kissed it all over in sluggish and steadfast licks. He concentrated on the ticklish and sensitive zone around her deep navel and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her hired man on her son's head lightly but did not look down. Binu carried his fascination for his female parent's hot soundbox to higher layer when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the sexy female parent squeal and laugh. But both mother and son again settled into their respective pursuits. Manya could feel the tide rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The succus gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was for certain that Binu could sniff her arousal odor. If Binu sniffed it he didn't appearance it but his deal now fully encircled his mother's big hips and drew her lush humble body further into his 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 way in which she was writhing her pelvis trying to appear convention. Her hot pants carried across the room towards him and when he saw her fount, the inconvenience oneself feature article starkly reflected the combustion lecherousness within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their tegument when he moved his pass closer to Manya's knocker and said"Mom, when was the last meter I had milk from your breasts"? A bedaze Manya looked at her son's straits which was just a few column inch from her mighty breast. Deen felt his cock harden at the mint of his younger Brother looking at his Mom's bosom while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her saree top off.

"You were very young then Binu. You can not toast any more than 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 female parent and Deen aghast. His hands were still on her fleshy, almost fully exposed hips. Her saree had slipped even lower and Deen could see that the source of his mother's lower rose hip. Binu's hand was resting on that ridiculously exposed portion as he talked.

The sexually troubled female parent managed to murmur,"No milk will come out now Binu ”. But Manya's new son would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering her to allow him to taste her milk in a infantile 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 rousing, he saw his well breasted mother unbutton her blouse and party whip out one full booby and thrust it into Binu's accepting mouth. His cock ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed female parent had now popped one of her pinhead into her jr. son's rima oris and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offer. She just kept silent as Binu feasted on his female parent's dummy while his manpower were still placed on her replete, exposed pelvis. Deen adjusted his cock in his drawers but couldn't take his eyes off that wild sight. Binu kept suckling for one good minute, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, chest out, wearing a smile that occasionally turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no relocation to remove her son's headspring from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snicker saying that there was no milk and the taste was not as near as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the here and now even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the Saame exposed pose asked her elder son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his question. He was hard and his testicle were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sense of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her rosehip upwards, actually exposing the outset of her thigh. In a minute she turned and in the same semi naked consideration, slept with her back to her son Deen, showing him the full moon and gamy cheeked aura of her ass. Binu had left the elbow room after his titty Suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the well exposed body of his Mom, a few feet away, bursting all over with curves, the young son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking care not to make any strait. He kept looking at his mother's massive derrierre and peered to place the asscrack throughout his frantic masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his eye off his mother's well endowed ass and came in big jet, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Manya did not realize what Deen was doing but was lost in her own world of lust after all the attention she got from her son. It did not inconvenience her idea as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her juices started all over again. Her right deal rested again on her pussy through her transparent saree and she kept giving her cunt discrete CVA since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every ace movement of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

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

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the firm, Manya heard the face door ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to afford it. Desh entered the theatre in a hurry but paused only for a while to take up in his married woman'garb and dreamy smell. In that White person saree she looked a dream. But the saree looked like it would slip right off her body. He caught her by the articulatio coxae, surprise Manya. Instead of the fondling and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the folds of the sari and tried to insert them higher around her waist. The sari refused to oblige and he let it flow again. Manya held her hubby by the shoulder, hoping that his planned leaving for a hebdomad would hold him a bit more romantic. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedroom to pack his bags. He took a few bit and came back again to the living elbow room to generate a abbreviated kiss to his sensational married woman. Manya limply accepted the osculation and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his misstep. Even those knightly attempts she had made to stroke his dick through his pant did not jerk life into Desh. Life could not throw got more frustrating for the lovely wife.

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

Her two sons were felicitous when their mother suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to take aim her mind off all things sexual. The three of them reached the movie house theater got their tag. With Manya in the heart, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom inside. A bunch of local younker gave catcalls when they saw the sexy female parent's souse ass sway away from them in a mind blowing manner. Manya ignored them like she always did. inside, while watching the film, both sons held their Mom's hired hand from either English possessively. Binu was firmer in his clasp and his elbows frequently brushed against the face of her breasts. Manya relaxed against his cubitus after a while, engrossed in the photographic film. Once in a while she felt Binu's hands on her thigh whenever a funny scene came on screen. He would just twinge her thigh and remove his paw. Manya became more and to a greater extent aware of Binu's hands after that. By the end of the film, Binu had elbowed her tits almost throughout the film and squeezed her inner thigh at least seven to eight times. Deen observed most of this and only kept caressing his hard dick without his Mom's notice. Manya was confused from all the happenings, but also very wet between her thighs. Her body knew only one way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting plenteous love juices.

When the film ended they rose to leave. There was a long and winding stairway leading to the outside. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's hand and walked down the steps along with the movie going crowd. There were plentifulness of guy cable who were eyeing the ample soundbox of Manya and some of them came right behind her and scratch their prick hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at least five of them grind their hawkshaw into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a twain of strong kneads. Manya didn't want to create a aspect there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked consistency with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the fondling and groping being received by his delicious female parent. It drove his pecker into overdrive and he stored some of the images for masturbatory reference later in the nighttime. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to look naked, then it was his mother's.

As Manya stepped off the last stair, she also felt her rear getting its last anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the situation she put her munition around her two sons and the trio left for nursing home. They had a light dinner on reaching home and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his female parent whenever his Padre was away. Throughout the dinner party, Deen could sense his brother's impatience and zeal to twist up his feeding. He saw his Mom go to her bedchamber for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the pal could see that she had hardly changed. The sexy homemaker had merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to the human beings. Binu cuddled up to his total bodied female parent and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing trunks without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the lights and crept up to the bedchamber room access which was unbarred. Through a low slit at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a night lamp. He could make out their shifting and moving frame and get a line his beautiful Mom murmur many a sentence. He didn't hear Binu's representative but only his mother's soft moans and murmurs. His sidekick had one leg thrown over his sexy Mom's rosehip. He was hugging into her from behind, his head on her beautiful neck, his putz pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single layer of flimsy garment. His mitt which was exploring her juicy bellybutton kept wandering all over her immense, nude midriff. His Mom did not say anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of the Night, at that moment, the phone rang following to Manya and her sleeping son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

Manya shifted herself onto her back and took the receiver to her ear. Binu's nous now rested right in the centre of her stomach, his rim just where he loved, on her omphalos. Her sari pallu was off and flung aside. It was Ram on the phone.

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

"Hi ”, she greeted in acknowledgement into the earphone, her phonation sounding quite sexy and husky. Binu was meddling licking her omphalus and she had one mitt lightly on his head.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I'm OK, dear,"mumbled Manya, now feeling her son's hand encircle her hips fully while he sucked into her belly. Her saree had slipped well below her hip now from the top and she could feel Binu's mitt showdown her amphetamine buns and cup the frame warmly."Mmmmmm ”, she moaned, out of control again.

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

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

"Someday we must do it in agency, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's blood kick and she barely managed a reply trying to conflict the impulses of her son's whacking of her umbilicus. His bridge player were actually now caressing the raw component part of her upper ass, the confining 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 female parent into the telephone holding her son's straits in total arousal.

"And I want you to derive braless to my federal agency,"said Ram."After fucking on my desk, I want you to skid under it topless and start a farseeing blowjob. I'll dictate a letter to my secretary as you blow me ”, went on Ram."Where would you like me to cum ? nerve or verbalise ?"

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly aroused wife, her voice breaking away as a outpouring of juices washed over her insides. This hold up argumentation did it to her. The searing luxuria caused by her buff's lewd talk and her son's continuous loving adoration of her heated consistence carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's head hard as her succus oozed out of her pussy with a strength that wet her saree around her fork. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his school principal so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest which was pressed against his Mom's warm lap. The lap had been getting heater and heater. He had felt a sudden tingle and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her navel, past the Brobdingnagian belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glazed look. She had muttered a unspoilt night and tossed the earphone away, her face and thorax panting. Binu saw his female parent's magnificent pinhead heaving and forcefully took his heart away. He looked down to where he was. His breast was against her privates and her saree was bunched up around her hips, leaving her thigh fully naked. His dick ached and throbbed when he surveyed the state of affairs. He had followed office of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the earphone"?

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

Her elder son, who was watching this explosive stunt man sourced orgasm of his oversexed mother, knew skillful than that.

Chapter 14

he perversely thrilling good deal of his sexy, half naked mother getting an orgasm talking to her husband's gaffer while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage peter into overuse. He groaned inwardly and ran into his bedroom clutching his cock. He pulled out an old picture of his Mom and jerked off thrice that Nox making certain that he came on his Mom's aspect in the picture. His mother's wantonness flashed vividly across, each time he masturbated. At the end of each ejaculation he couldn't supporter wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her extracurricular escapades in future.

The oversexed female parent, in the meantime felt herself sticky and wet both inside and away. While her gushing juice washed her insides, her younger son's midriff and navel point licking left her gluey all over the midsection. She looked down after her release to his head which she was holding in her script. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer white sari, which was wet around the crotch. Both his hands were around her pelvis and his right hand was infact cupping her discover upper bottom. For a instant she was ashamed of herself for climax right wing when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a wild pleasure. Binu's nibbling had turned her flak on and she was in a sexual convulsion when Ram's call came. His lustful talk was the initiation she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the nerve impulse. Now, after her orgasm, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire thigh part exposed. She could feel her pussy spasm mildly against Binu's chest and wondered how it would have been in the grade of her speech sound talk and orgasm. The thought made the straying wife shiver. And the shake brought out some excess lust from her pubic region. She was still unhinge despite her release because she hadn't been fucked. Her mature body hadn't received its shag sedation. If anything she felt horny than before.

Manya had gone off to a difficult sleep in the same posture. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his position. His torso had drifted away but his head was now right on her private parts. But he was fast benumbed with a half grin on his lips. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's backtalk had been the previous night. They seemed to need to simply devour her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Binu realized the event his squeezing and snuggling was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't take away his deed to be out rightly intimate. But she conceded that her son was indeed possessed with her body, especially her navel and ass. Gently she lifted her son's head from her warm and moistness pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree dip right off her juicy body onto the trading floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was one-half past five. The beautiful woman of the house went tush naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at least an hour before either of her son woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the like half bare state. She put on a half-slip and a black bra. She wore the Same white saree and blouse over the undergarment and decided to catch some smart, ahead of time sunup breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen doorway, Manya walked into the freshness of the dayspring, towards the jogger's Mungo Park situated about 100 yards from her menage. Her ashen saree highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her squeeze play waist bod, while the black bra only served to draw shrill attention to her beautifully shape breasts through the Elwyn Brooks White blouse. Her navel was the New York minute draw from the presence, peering out invitingly through the sheer white saree. Her rear view was resistless with her heavy buttocks swaying provocatively with each step while her queer upper berth hips and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet dream. To the secretly following Deen, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.

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

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

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

"Yes ”, she sighed, and felt his unassailable and rough script on her shoulder joint. The affectionate touching made her pubic region wet and her already aroused soundbox responded on its own.

"It's a commiseration so practically of beauty is being wasted. Let me establish you the new motley of rosebush over there"he pointed towards an even more secluded situation, holding her waist in the same motion, as if to help her.

With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny homemaker rose and allowed herself to be led towards the smear, his affectionate adhesive friction heating her soundbox all over. She blamed it on the early morn horniness, but gave in to the older man's advances, recollecting his steely grip over her waist, hips and wet ass during the Holi dunking.

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

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

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

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

Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his action and the thickness of his hawkshaw. Her palm enclosed it well and fully and the steely meat jerked eagerly in her hands. A groan escaped her mouth and she began a dim jerking question. Her body was hot now and her juices began the outward journey down her profuse thigh. Salman's Father-God was a man of little public lecture and all action at law, which suited the straying wife well. He placed his voluptuous target area on the grass under the Tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, firm hand to address her body. She lay bland on the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one exclusive motion, he lifted the blank saree right over the needy woman of the house's fair and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for safety. Her wetness surprised the older man and the heat of her slit only made his lustfulness vertex. He bent and stuff his midst cock into her sozzled pussycat almost immediately. He began the hard pumping, first in nimble jab, which tapered into gasping slower one. His handwriting reached out and gripped her hurt breasts, making the bod quiver. The horny wife writhed under his bombardment and her Passion rose, making her articulatio coxae rise to match every knife thrust of her Old fan. The spongy sounds of his cock plundering her bitch filled the silent air and even in that state, the horny, adulterous woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not know however that her own son was peeping and hearing, unseen from a distance, in a state of extremum stimulation and excitement.

The honest-to-god man's thick dick pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive pussy. The other morn dew soaked the exposed part of the horny housewife's shank, back and legs, which was a lot of her wholesome body at that moment. She lay sprawled on the wet grass, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the honest-to-god man whose son had fucked the daylights out of her ravishing body just the premature day. The candid air fucking charged her red-blooded body into renewed vigor. Manya raised her hips to meet every exclusive jab of his with a force that surprised the thickset man. The cock clasping office of the cheating wife below him took the dawning zip out of him and in LE than five minutes, he was spurting out his semen, mashing her full breasts savagely. The squirt of his cum hit her rich inside and the beautiful woman got her day's first semen blast in the early 60 minutes, when she was lying half naked in the park, obscenely surrendering her lush, horny body to Salman's father, while many other housewives were taking brisk walks less than twenty cadence away.

As the older man rose from the sexy body he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any possible risk. Sensing none, he whispered to the charwoman he had just fucked that he would go forth first and she could generate a five hour lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to amass her clothes over her wet thighs. The saree was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The deaden saree stuck to the curves of her ass, causing a very arousing gap. From a length of twenty meters, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously sexy and positively vulgar at that metre of the morning, with the birds chirping around her. Her torso looked so utilize and incongruous with the fresh surroundings with all the dull malicious gossip on her. He did not see her getting her day's first piece of tail, but he could hear it. He remained in his advantage place even after Salman's father had left. He saw his sexy female parent adjust her saree and recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another English of the ballpark and motility towards the tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a brief discussion after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the adulterous char with Salman. Deen could only consider a constituent of the scene behind the tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and bend her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's trucking rig upright affectedness. He was on his genu, making thrusting movements, prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous female parent was on all fours, getting fucked doggie flair by the Danton True Young he-man. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny female parent drove Deen loony and he began a long and intemperately jerking of his pecker, watching the facial expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his female parent. The passion was too senior high and he came much before than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into the scrub before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the park rest home, thinking that it would be better to reach before his Mom returned from her early daybreak escapade. He could distinctly get wind Salman hollo his mother a squawk as he rammed into her pussy from behind. On his regaining journey he saw many middle aged womanhood walking around, either with their husbands or their dog, reveling in the dayspring impudence. He gave one net thought to his own lusty mother who at that time was on all fours, her scrumptious ass luxuriously up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a brace of yr senior than her son. Sensing another erection he went home, entered through the open kitchen door and waited in his bed for his female parent to recall. He did not however see the milkman slouched spiritual world, not very far from the kitchen door, waiting for Manya.

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

Realizing that the parkland would get Thomas More crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would leave first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the aphrodisiac woman he had just fucked emanation and leave slowly. Her dress were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to her scummy consistence, making a very provocative outline of her well stacked body. Salman felt she looked erotic in her smuttiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one fully liquidity crisis, making the wellspring fucked wife squeal in one-half surprise and one-half joy. Manya walked right back to her theater as steadily as she could, not bothering to look at any of the onlooker. It was a condom walk since daylight had begun to break out. In that dirty, damp attire, strutting her wellspring exposed ravished body around could suffer led to gang rape if it were moonlight instead of morning Christ Within. Her walk carried a decelerate sway, imparting a sexy heave to her hip joint. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to greet Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her strange show. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife's hip with his nose. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a bitch between the well fucked mother's thighs. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in warning signal. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said"Don't worry aunty Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

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

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

"When ? ”, inquired the tenacious stud. Manya was amazed at his cockiness. She realized that he felt she was an easy, willing lay. The remember didn't disturb her, though the expanding kitchen range of her supporter to cover 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 stack chest and hip joint for one wax minute of arc before freeing. Red in nerve again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one look at her damp form, she realized that she needed to switch before attending to her maternally obligation of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her bedroom, she began stripping off her Patrick Victor Martindale White saree and entered her bedroom to get hold Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a unclouded candy kiss on his ear and whispered that it was meter to wake up.

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

giving him fifteen minutes to be quick for his bath, Manya walked out towards Deen's room to watch on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to recognise her. He was novel except for his tub. Deen had to control another rush of blood into his pecker on seeing his female parent in a half-slip and blouse again. Her expansive belly bore some scratch target where the primer coat had grazed her during those rousing sex sessions. Instinctively he reached out to palpate her shank around those marks. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the commons during my morning walk of life 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 Son over the future half an time of day and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu foretell out for a bath. In the can, 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 boy, taking only a ready look at Deen's crotch. He was half erect. And Binu was limp. In the course of the bathroom she got around to lather Binu's genitals. The present moment her hand encircled his balls, Binu's dick jibe up in two secondment like a ophidian raising its hood. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her sons. Binu's tool remained at fully length during the entire path of the bath. Manya forced her eyes off it, only to encounter Deen's intemperately on jutting out through his briefs. Both brothers were trying to defend normalcy, though Deen's task was tougher. He watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his crony's putz, in the act of trying to rinse the soap away. He did not wonder too hard why it took one full minute to rinse it away. And now he also found it formula to see his naked blood brother fiddling with his mother's exposed bellybutton very often during the session. The aphrodisiac mother ended the bath and put the shower off. Deen felt his mother's finger graze against his hammer in a very brightness level squeeze, but decided that it was by accident. Ushering them out of the bath, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the sunrise's cheating ghost. She felt her pussy lips puffed up while soaping and a small tingle ran up her spine as she soaped her erect mammilla. The pressure sensation of the mauling given by the horny father and son still lingered on her titty and the hot feel of her son's erect cock lingered on her squeamish finger's breadth. Her pussy felt affectionate and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to hap after the unvoiced of fuck to stoke her ardour all over again. Even Deen, as he left the bath knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

Feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the sleeping room, wiping her armpits and abdomen along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between her thigh and was beginning to enjoy the warmth, when her son's outcry for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without doubt. No having the time to settle on clothes, she slipped on a Stanford White underskirt and a black blouse. As usual, she tied the petticoat five inch below her belly button and kept the top two buttons of her low cut blouse undone. This was as undecomposed as her standard dress whenever hubby was away. She felt free and comfortable and didn't have to change unless she had to go out. She went to the dining area towards two operose gumshoe, one of which went with a twain of eager hand. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the side and poking her umbilicus at least five time during the repast. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the flavor and gropes of her younger son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his pilus. But it was not fun and games for her snatch. A slow fire had started.

Once her children had left, the romantic wife flopped on the couch and slipped into a brusque siesta. She stirred when she heard the buzzer ring. Her mitt automatically went to her pussy. Every auditory sensation of any bell was something of a wake up call for her slit. And the suddenly nap had introduced a gentle tingle in her pubes. Caressing herself between her thighs, she went towards the door and paused for a spell, as if unwilling to leave her pussy.

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

"It's me Sam,"came the reply, much to the sexy female parent's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the door, only to withdraw her hand from her hummock with a start. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for her appearance Manya ran into the sleeping room. Sana watched Sam ogling her vast, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a sour amobarbital sodium saree over her petticoat. She was still topless and Sanaa could clearly score out her pert nipples poking right out of the blouse and through the sari. Sanaa felt out rightly jealous of the busty older woman. She looked a megabucks of sexual energy and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such thinking in her mind, she opened a minuscule envelope.

For the next two hr Deen simply jerked the life out his prick till he thought it would get disengaged from his private parts. He had seen his aphrodisiacal Mom getting her breast sucked and crushed by his untried brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her bare, well curved consistency was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping pussy to an orgasm in obscene hot pants. The lowest dawdle simulacrum of his juicy mother for his jolt off was of her heaving, voluptuous, fully exposed body being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her shakiness breast, wet facial expression, glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her crotch, flashed in a nimble episode before his savage middle at the climax of every frig. With the final image of his lusty female parent fully naked and embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely disturbed sleep. He was sure there would be a time when she would manage to let the cat out of the bag to her Dad on the earphone while some man fucked her head out doggie elan. He only hoped he would be capable to watch her.

Manya felt the last burst of her orgasm leave her dead body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his capitulum out of her embrace and was lying with his heading on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a shock as to how divulge she was. Her full front was open right down to her bush and the sari was bundled up around her pussy, leaving everything below surface and bare from her heavy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt she looked quite unwashed lying like this succeeding to her son. But she also felt her white meat and recollected what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit damp from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of her replete bosom still retained his clinch air pressure and throbbed lightly. sudor decorated her lush body around her bosomy shank and belly clit. Manya's optic drifted to her pelvic area and the passel startled her. Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp all around it. The order of magnitude of the incident with her short son began to sink into the juicy female parent and wife. Her immature boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial rights on almost every inch of her generous consistency and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to rebuff him.

"The with child study was self field of study ”, she kept repeating in her judgment. Binu could not be denied his rule impulse. Manya knew that such urges were formula in boys and that it was dangerous to rebuff them because of the potential psychological backlash on them. Moreover she was sure that he would outgrow his fixation with her dead body overtime. As a mother she had rich lovemaking for her sons and was sure that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his erotic love, not lustfulness. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this phase angle. And it only made her finger sexier, right and more desirable. There was nix which turned on Manya more than the noesis that someone lusted after her soundbox. She did however inquire as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her body. The thinking made her a bit concerned about her elderberry bush son's normalcy and she decided to lease a closer look at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to float into sleep since the excitement of feeling and sucking his female parent's knocker drained him mentally. It was his first encounter with his mother in a bare, physical sensation. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle up his hair and shifted her torso down to settle down beside him. She readjusted her sari to cover her buttocks and thighs and slept with her backbone to her son. She tried concentrated to sleep but remained a few tone short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her raw waistline as it always did, towards her navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his compensate leg moved over her hips and rested there. Manya could directly palpate the encroachment of his shaft against her full and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her omphalos in a slow fingering apparent movement. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing pecker and allowed the pleasurable impulses in her navel to take over. But she stiffened again when she felt his gumshoe throbbing against her butt. Its heat and callosity permeated through his drawers and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his dick against her heat up asscheeks, but the aroused mother was sure that her ass heat was interacting with his Lester Willis Young dick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny body. Her consistency stiffened further when she felt his putz throbbing intensifies wildly. In amazement she felt her son's tool pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or thrusting from his side. She realized he was dreaming about the rich body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The throbbing against her ass continued like an machinelike motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating against the aim of his dreams, making the subject of his concupiscent dream quiver and wriggle against it. Manya stiffened her house asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming press on them. The muscle spasm were followed by a sudden flare-up of wetness which dampened the rear of her sari. With a blow 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 last sapless pounding, Manya remained in that military strength to provide her son's body to regain blissful rest. Dazed, she reached behind and felt the saree around her ass, taking care not to disturb his leg over her naked hips. She realized that her saree rode up to the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's prick had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the view. Her son was indeed on the threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the aphrodisiacal woman smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and son.

Manya again woke up a little earliest than pattern. The reward of a well fucked body was that log Z's enters agile and deep. It also leaves the eubstance quickly once the needful rest is obtained. The imminent sunrise moments were also present moment for hotness to penetrate on the beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her articulatio coxae, the knot having got untied. She was austere au naturel on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast asleep, now with his back to her. A agile recap of the old Night's events crossed her mind. The lovely mother felt herself loaded once again with compassion and erotic love for her son. On impulse, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his sleep to face her. His optic were still closed. The raw female parent felt an overpowering billow of affection. She gently hugged his face into her titty and stroked his backrest, knowing that he was asleep and couldn't sense her nudity. Her mind told her that this could be the last clock time she would be hugging her son as a short innocent boy. She wanted to feel and savour the moment. She hugged his boyish nerve into her naked, good breasts, allowing their softness to smother his cheek. She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him against her breasts for two wax minutes. Satisfied, the nude mother rose from the bed. As she got up, she thought with a arch smile that she needn't wear a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. life sentence was shifting geared wheel and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early good morning hotness crept into Manya's ripe organic structure the moment she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should take a promenade down to the jogger's park. It was not the expectation of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some reinvigorated air for sure. Putting on some undergarments, she draped the like iniquity disconsolate sari over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The sari was crumpled however, making her look like she'd had a torrid night in bed. With indolent tread, the horny married woman and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing myriad admirers on the way exhibiting dissimilar grade of lust.

"I can't assist it if I'm blessed with a lush trunk ”, she thought ”, as she passed a staring middle aged man. The man's married woman was sharply dragging her husband away, giving soiled feeling to Manya.

When she entered the park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana. She had brought her black alsatian dog for a base on balls. Manya knew that Sam and Sanaa were greedy dog lovers and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana sitting on a terrace, holding on to her dog's triplet, Manya heaved her sexy torso across to her side, feeling many eyes on her exposed waist and upper hips. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their belittled talk, Sana pointed to her dog Panthera tigris, and said that Sam and she were looking to mate him soon so that they could generate a lot of puppies for a whole lot of Friend who had asked. Manya looked at the well-disposed but big dog. His eyes were mystifying and shiny. Sanaa kept playing with the sphere around his ear and he kept raising his head to puzzle out Sana on her neck and face. It looked like a loving dog.

"tiger, meet Aunt Manya,"introduced Sana, pointing Manya out to her dog. Tiger rose to his feet and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to judder hands. Manya bent slightly from the bench to agitate workforce. She found tiger cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his school principal lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's face. Though not used to hotdog, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animate being to lap her beautiful font with his long wet clapper. The eager dog licked the beautiful mother's face, thrilled at her volition whirl. He ran his spit all over cheeks, forehead, neck, and nose and cross it in one long accident over her full back talk. Manya recoiled for a endorsement, feeling a bustle. Seeing Sana'a laugh, she continued to let Tiger lavish his knife all over her font. Her face was wet all over from his licking in no sentence. The lapping dog didn't seem to want to stop.

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

Manya chatted with Sanaa for a while longer and decided that she had to get back home. She held Sana's manus to say word of farewell and bent to excite men with Tiger as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders, revealing a Brobdingnagian cleavage right in front of the dog's eyes. Tiger wasted no clip in giving a abrupt salt lick right in the pith of the juicy woman's cleavage. The luscious female parent was shocked at the act and felt a sharp bolt of an unspeakable feeling in her. Adjusting her sari she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's paws were conclusion to her feet and as she took a whole tone, the dog also moved to finish her. In the process, his paw fell on the bottom of her saree, causing Manya to misstep over. The well stacked housewife fell level on her dorsum with the sari getting cross aside from her front. Panthera tigris saw a sarcoid prey in his new booster and he pounced onto the succulent woman, licking at her exposed navel. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping knife, sending an galvanising current right through Manya's horny dead body. Sana simply stared for a mo at the lewdly exciting pot before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juices out of Manya's counterpane out belly. His tongue covered every exposed inch of her vast midriff and Sanaa gaped at the full bodied married woman as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to cease the beast. Tiger delved into her omphalos several meter and his tongue sent quiver all over Manya's rippling body. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana'a pull back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and looked around. About ten people were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into redness the flushed lady of the house quickly bade honest bye to a still stunned Sana'a and moved out of the commons. On the way she heard a guy birdcall out,"sentinel out Maam. frank think like us guys. They are always on the looking out for a gripe in heating system ”.

The man didn't spirit like a regular in the area. But Manya was too lost to react angrily. She literally ran her way home, her centre moist with disgrace. Only after reaching her kitchen threshold did she stop to unstrain. Panting, she slowly started to regain her breath. The behaviour of the dog outraged the wife, but she realized she felt unlike. Suddenly she moved her deal to her pussy and felt it through the saree. She was wet.

Her psyche worked in all directions trying to sympathize her state. Everything pointed to only one affair, she felt aroused. She felt like a cunt in high temperature. A material cunt. individual else also understood that she was in heat. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few daylight to get his manpower on the turned on wife, was keeping guard by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering adult female and sensed that she needed cock. Unable to consider his chance, he held her strongly by her shoulders. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to find the milkman. She allowed him to breathe 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 Edward Young macho-man repositioned his best-loved housewife in the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to give her what she loved nigh. Feeling his strong gumshoe ravaging her twat doggie mode, Manya felt like a true cunt at that bit. The believe sent ripple of pleasure all over her body as much as his steely dick did. Her mind went to the gripe that Tiger would mate to give rise to tens of puppy. For a momentary second she placed herself in the place of the kick and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppies. Her prolific pussycat gushed out juice strongly to meet the milkman's own spurting cock. It was a mind blowing, delirious first fuck. The exhausted adult female rested her ass on the verge of the kitchen and smiled at the Whitney Moore Young Jr. milkman. No watchword were exchanged for a few minutes. She watched with the same smiling as he pushed up his drawers and left her presence. It was a strictly functional, purpose serving fucking, and the two-timing Manya loved such fucking.

The metre was still XV transactions to seven am. Manya had another half an hour at least before her Word awoke. She felt fresh now and memory of the dog's assault on her physical body were pushed back into her idea. Her saree was still off her body. Her ass was still naked on the doorstep. The licentious wife decided to get inside when she saw Sam appear from nowhere carrying an gasbag. He pulled out all the Polaroid snaps that he had taken yesterday and draw a blank to hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was naked. Her legs were spread apart in sitting stance and she looked remarkably comfortable in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the need to cover herself before Sam of all the people. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining table. Sam knelt next to the aphrodisiacal fair sex, his elbow on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her pussy close ups. There was no way anybody could guess it was her pussy. Sam had made her pink cunt look like the globe's greatest treasure cove. She admired his ability more than the magnificence of her pussy. However after repeated viewing she felt a warmth rush again in her lumbus. She gave him a sudden candy kiss on his lips. Sam responded by kissing her back and held her by her naked hip joint. His hand rested well below her shank incline and he kept squeezing her generous soma in flabby comforting shot. They looked perfectly matched and at ease with each other, like a husband and married woman going through the morning 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 clip to see her getting banged by the milkman and was surprised at her extra Passion of Christ. He had no idea regarding the source of her renewed fuck vigor.

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruits of their late day's labor. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that Manya was becoming witting of his growing proximity. She felt Sam's familiar hand once again find her kitty-cat and that really enhanced her puff level. She kept looking at the pictures of her obscenely spread cunt, thanking herself that she didn't wear any anchor ring. It would consume revealed her identity element from the way in which her finger were opening up her juicy cunt in the snatch. All along Sam kept fingering her puss. Even her sighs and moans came by themselves and the pair slowly slid into a lean back bearing. Manya rested her principal back against the door and spread her thighs wider to grant 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 aurora walk. Now with all the relief of her sensitive devotee, the pressure began to build up up to near uncontrollable levels.

She gasped at his virgule and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His digit got busybodied and busier with the steamy wife's snatch. Each shot of his raised her indigence to bursting levels. She felt she would pee any instant. But the present moment never came. The loaded feeling persisted but the horny wife could not relinquish her urine. The relentless stroking of Sam on her pussy thwarted the flow. Instead her pussy got swollen and wet with super charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's hand, her face wearing an agonise smell that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no encourage time. He replaced his finger with his gumshoe, stretching Manya outside the threshold rightfield on the priming coat. Deen felt his mother looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the ground, her articulatio coxae panting and her snatch swollen with the flux need to piddle and get fucked. Sam poked her outer kitty with his finger's breadth as if to test the wall. Manya burst out into irrepressible sobs, whimpering with need.

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

Deen was uncivilized both with ira and arousal at his mother's debasement. He watched Sam toy with his shameless mother.

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

The lusty mother was in distress."Do something Sam ”, she begged, looking beautifully helpless on the basis, writhing in lustfulness, her hand crushing her breasts.

"okay aunt Manya, you can pee ”, announced Sam, standing above her lewd form, with his cock hard and strong over her.

The perverse womanhood could withdraw it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his dick dragged him right on to her heaving, voluptuous body. She roughly positioned his hard cock right at the entrance of her dripping pussy. She arched her heated articulatio coxae up and forced an launching for his cock, rotating her hip joint greedily to allow his centre to sink into her slice. She took his hands and placed them on her heaving chest and forced him to jam the shakiness mounds. Making pharyngeal consonant sounds that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly aroused mother thrusts her hips upwards, her eyes imploring and pleading with him to commence roll in the hay. Sam felt it would be a sin to retain back any longer. He began rotating his hips and started a slacken fucking to find the insides of her boiling cunt fully. His cock once again familiarized itself with Manya's beautiful pussy. Deen was now red with jealousy as he saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless wreck and then getting fucked in a foresightful and teasing calendar method. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.

Manya's bitchiness was elevated even though Sam took her pussy missioner fashion. Both the teenagers could see the lust contortioned face of the beautiful char as her wholesome body got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every stroke of Sam's dick felt like it was hitting against a water system bed. Manya's horny organic structure bounced and heaved at every thrust in the early 60 minutes. Sam pounded with urgency to take the sexy wife to a much needed orgasm. The orgasm washed her interior thoroughly and she felt Sam's cock spurt at the like time. With a lusty groan, she took out Sam's cock from her snatch and placed it above her face, taking the entire blast on her heart, nose, lips and cheeks. She licked the fluids wherever her tongue could reach and released his tool only when it turned fully limp. Giving it a osculation with a groan, she fell back on her back again in enfeeblement. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the s time during that fervid nookie session.

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

Deen rushed into his lavatory after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the time and rose from the reason gathering her sari, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this tone on his favorite manikin and he kissed her hard on her sass, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his oral fissure and felt him squeeze her cuntlips in one utmost slash before departing. It felt nice to be teased and used this way. Her body's point of accumulation were being stretched and she found the exercise thrilling.

A upbeat Manya prepared a sublime breakfast for her sons and only one of them knew the reason for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both Logos felt happy for having such a beautiful female parent. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his initiatory ejaculate sack in his bloomers. He discussed it with his brother Deen, who told him that it was perfectly rude. Both brother did not go into promote inside information. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling dissimilar. She gave him a duad of hugs more than 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 breasts to touch the back of his head several times in the class of the meal, with and without reason. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and before leaving for school, gave his hallmark squeeze and kiss to his voluptuous female parent. He gave her ass an extra firmly clinch and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's classes were off because of a play role at schooltime which he didn't feel like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in wonder. He was a dessert and loving boy but he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his younger pal. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever touch on her or even converse with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually normal. She remembered suddenly that the son who were balling her were around Deen's age or a little one-time. The thought made her shiver and shift. If she could be a component of Binu's sexual breakthrough, then she found no reasonableness why Deen should be left out. She decided to wreak him out of his shell that morning.

Fifteen bit after breakfast, Manya called out,

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

The storm teenager was caught of sentry go, but he agreed. He was wearing only his shorts and cypher else as he came out to the support room. His mother had removed her saree and blouse. Wearing a bra and petticoat she stood before him with two towels in hand. Manya began her little biz by saying that the oil would establish her petticoat damp. She wrapped the unforesightful towel around her pelvic girdle and removed the petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her bureau. The beautiful female parent saw her son staring at her thigh and breasts alternatively. The towel came to about thigh length, exposing her prosperous, well toned second joint. Her nipples were clearly outlined through the thin cotton towel across her bosom. She presented an air of extreme physical informality. The horny mother noted that the outcome was not lost on her son. His Whitney Moore Young Jr. prick tented his drawers already.

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

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

Deen rubbed his palms together and ran them along his mother's calf and human foot first. They felt good and well toned. The frame of his female parent's sura was exquisite and they looked sublimely graceful. They felt elegant too to the adoring hands of her son. Deen's manpower went past her knees to hit her glorious, overweight thigh. He paused for a moment here to pour some more oil. Wetting his medallion with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out female parent. The horny woman opened her heart and nodded at him to go ahead with her thighs. Deen kneaded the figure of her thighs, allowing the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt electric and charged. His mother's thighs felt like pillars of form carved out of banana Tree proboscis. The figure palpitate and carried huge lovingness that got hotter with each stroke of his. The hem of the towel was quite high on Manya's second joint, about three inches from her nude kitty-cat. Deen couldn't see her slit brim but his digit crossed the hem of the towel many times during his vigorous massaging of those sexy second joint. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual foreplay. She had to take care not to indicate it, but her body betrayed her. Every time her son's fingers brushed deeper into her privileged thighs, her second joint quivered in response. She kept her eye closed but her sass trembled enough to tell the taradiddle to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no option but to massage her. He continued his teasing touch, using both fingers and ribbon to administrate some strong groping touches on her interior part. He was getting perilously close to her pussy. His dick was hard at the very root and now it was threatening to explode out of his boxers. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his female parent's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's hands oiled her tummy and waist. She felt them roam all over her creamy frame and sighed when she felt him pour a few drop cloth of oil into her deep omphalos and use his finger's breadth to diddle it. Deen heard his mother's moans and suspiration all through this titillating massage. He was finding it as uncontrollable as her. He lingered lovingly around her low-pitched abdomen and could see as he stroked her flesh why Binu was obsessed with his mother's belly. Indeed it was a ripe gem. And it carried a stream that sent its guardianship right field through his palm and prickle. Both mother and son knew they couldn't take this erotic session for too long.

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

Deen took one look at his female parent. Her entire cover was exposed right up to her butt against cleft. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hand to massage, he was sure as shooting he would be forced to touch on her pussy. He could see the side of her broad breasts as they pressed against the flooring. Her custody were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the area and softness. His mother had a very luscious body. He felt he was lucky to be able-bodied to service her in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His hands also constantly touched the position of her breasts whenever he tried to knead her side of meat. He lovingly reached into her armpit and stroked them, eliciting a dotty groan from his horny mother. There was perfect tense knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The intimate tension was palpable.

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

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

Manya got up slowly with a mixed gumption of disappointment and fill-in on her lineament. She was happy that her son was a normal kid. Her body was unhappy that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her judgement accepted that non case with a maternally felicity. All in all she was inert to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her chest. Manya didn't incommode to adjust it. Suddenly from the corner of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his sleeping room window. She could see him impale to the daub, his eyes on her. With a start she understood the position. Her elder son loved to watch her. He was more of a peeper. She let the towel remain down and kept her chest exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her way with a deliberate, sultry careen of her rosehip. The towel was almost falling off her full hips by the prison term she reached her bedroom door. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving Deen an unhindered position of her full boob. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their pedestal and sides. They jiggled sexily at her sudden turn, making Deen's eyes pop out. He had seen his female parent's breasts in all kinds of hired man and in unlike phase of mauling. But now, her undivided exhibit was special and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to strike off her hips. It was well below her President Bush and it required a simple jerk for it to fall off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to go down off her dipsomaniac hips exposing herself in all her glory to her son. Her deep fertile shrub, her fleshy thigh, her magnificent creamy midsection, her well endowed bust, her put up mammilla and her horny human face were all out in exhibit for the sole eye of her loving son. It was an awful 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 oceanic abyss waiver within herself that told her that her titillating journey was now comprehensive. wellspring, almost, thought the sex crazed married woman to her. Manya allowed Deen to feast on her stacked organic structure for one full minute before walking nude person into her bedroom and bath. Deen saw her nude, full asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his cock, Deen wondered why he was so aroused. He had seen his mother getting fucked into obliviousness, not once but several meter in the most obscene position. That eubstance held no novelty for him but just now he felt he was looking at her all over again for the get-go time.

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

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back against the rampart, and two fingers deep in her drenched twat. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was long and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fires within her which were natural state, different and more powerful than ever before. The alluvion of juice in her loins had an uncontrollable haste about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the story, she reached up and turned on the shower. The steady waterspout hit her with a stroking force on her breasts, pelvis, bush and thighs. For a replete ten moment the horny mother let her body take in the assuredness cascade before getting down to the serious business concern of cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curve, she shivered in the memory of her son Deen's hands on her trunk. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and second joint. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his young dick on them through the thin towel.

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

Manya's loins were now in a perpetual outpouring mode. The succus always oozed now. Only their heartiness was decided by the office. With sex fully in her mind, she decided to lie down for a while and cool off. Naked, she slid her juicy organic structure under the top and tried to kip. Her hand automatically rested on her pussy mound, the finger stroking the lips lightly.

In the early room, Deen ranted about as he neared his third ejaculation. His full bed tack was smeared with cum. In the row of three jerky offs, he had visualized his mother's horny body in all potential position of ravishment, use and abuse. She had screamed and cried in his imagination as shaft after tool ploughed into her greedy pussy and script after mitt mauled her well stacked consistency. His final image of his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched cleaning lady, sprawled naked on the storey, her face coated with sperm and her aphrodisiacal organic structure heaving about wantonly in the final stages of orgasm. Even after ejaculation he could still finger the remainder of the pinch of Manya's fleshy, heated body in his palms.

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

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

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

Binu walked into the bedroom calling out for his Mom. He paused for a piece at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the stack of his half asleep Mom. The bed sail had slipped partly down at her pectus, revealing one juicy bosom fully. The other one was also exposed fully except for her nipple. He could constitute out that his mother had one hand around her lower abdomen. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully au naturel ”, thought the young son.

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

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

Manya stirred at the soft shock. But her centre were still closed. Binu gazed at her pin-up fount, proud of her beauty. Instinctively he kissed his mother again on her optic and trailed his brim down to her cheek."Mom,"he said again in the softest of voicelessness. Manya opened her eyes slowly and saw Binu's eager cheek about to kiss her cheek."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him snog her. Her bridge player which was around her pussy began its own tiresome apparent motion in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very slowly moved his lips down to her lips for their wonted peck. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to meet her son's rim. Binu accepted her oblation eagerly. Mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her tongue into Binu's rima oris in a tentative geographic expedition. It was the first metre that they had an explorative kiss. Binu felt his body turn hot and Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose mellow to complete the buss in comfort. In the process, the bed sheet slipped right off her chest, baring both her big breasts to her son. Binu's middle popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right breast. He had established his right field to suck and fondle her breasts when exposed and he utilized this chance. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her right tit. Manya kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed, her hand delving into her moist pussy under the covers. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't supporter marveling at the ease and attainment with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the same metre. He seemed an excellent kisser. The twin pressures were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist, began to gain in heat energy. She realized the demand to regain some motherly sanity. She removed her wet mouth from her son's mouth and sat back with a pant. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's eyes, continuing his knocker caress for another ten seconds.

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

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

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

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

Taking one last look at his Mom's nude person conformation, Binu was convinced that his female parent was indeed naked under the bed sheet. He left the room, allowing Manya to coif 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 long time now. He was almost a saintly old man. Manya felt very comfortable with him. It was when she entered the bread and butter area that both Deen and Manya got a blow. Deen because of his Mom's scanty attire and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to come with his son. But she continued in her dress because they had to take aim her mensuration in any case. Three manly eyes looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained titty swaying sexily with each whole step. Deen left them and went to his room. But he took up a position at the keyhole to peep on his Mom with the seamster. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be officious for at least another half hour.

Manya made some initial small talk with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen years old. He was a slim lad with keen eyes and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every clip her breasts heaved during the public lecture. She also noticed that the lad's centre remained desexualize on her huge, exposed middle when he was not staring at her melons. Abdul then took measure for her blouse. His son noted down while the Fatherhood called out. The watching Deen saw his mother raise both her hands for Abdul to quantify her chest of drawers. His dick shaft to attention yet again as the tape encircled her full chest and twitch toilsome whenever Abdul's knuckles pressed into Manya's loving cup. He also saw Abdul's hand graze his mother's erect nipples on two occasions.

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

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

"lower berth,"he heard his Mom say."space the taping where I am wearing the petticoat now. Yes… That's the well-heeled posture ”.

The horny married woman felt the boy's hands pressing into her heavy lower abdominal cavity for a few seconds as he read out her final measurement. She gasped and that made the nipper look up into her face, past her full cleavage, his face inches away from her belly. Manya forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden shiver which went up her body betrayed her foreplay. The father and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's body as her observation, turned on son jerked off for the one-fourth metre since the morning.

It was while they were leaving and Manya was closing the door that Deen saw and heard Binu bound into the last area. Binu had missed the picture where Manya was measured up at leisure time and that was why he showed a bit of surprisal at the flushed spirit 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 run her by her exposed waistline to the dining board. Deen kept observing the chance manner in which his younger brother kept caressing Manya's waist all the way to the table.

The three of them finished a in force meal. While Binu was bore to run out for his cricket his brother and female parent were horny and restless. Manya was horny because of the immense stimulation caused by Deen's massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her torso. She now felt great in the company of her sons, nigh and more secure than ever before. She was also confident that every act of theirs was out of pure beloved. Even the lust was enjoy driven. Being a love starved cleaning woman with a sex starved body, this attention from her Word made her glad. It also made her extremely steamy. All the necking and pawing by Binu stirred up her juices and left her craving for the real act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his mother was feeling horny. It showed in her consistence spoken communication. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him to visualize the antsy snatch nestled between those resplendent thighs. He noticed light beads of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eyes showed a unhinge looking. Deen realized a leg had come where he communicated with her bodily needs very directly. He could smell when she needed a fucking just as surely as he could sense when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a upright fucking.

Both mother and son were lucky. The answer to their feelings came in the form of a call from Prem. He called to find out whether they would be keen on a family garment sale in township. 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 ally's seat to hand over some borrowed college assignments. He asked Prem to come over and take his mother to the sale, promising to get together them within an hour. She smiled to herself at the mentation of being unaccompanied with Prem for at least an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the house with his pal. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's sake. It made him felicitous. The appointed time was six in the eventide and he had an hour and a one-half to fall out. The brothers left in different directions.

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

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

"Yup, right towards her genitalia. I had to restrain it back. He must cause loved the odour from her kitty 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 reference of the dog."Dad went first. By the clock time I did it, she was already dripping and squishy. Man, she oozes in gal ”.

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

"You did that ?"wonder Salman.

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

"She's state of nature Sam. She loves it when I take her like a squawk, on all IV. But adjacent time I'm going to dip my face into her juicy snatch first ”.

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

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

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

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

"good thought, 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 make love her scent. And Manya will get hold of it. I know for sure she'll love it too. She's nutcase for cock in any signifier ”.

"screwing, god dam adulteress ”, hissed Salman."This lecture is making me hornlike Sam."

"You bet. And Sana told me that your Alsatian gave aunty Manya a long and exhaustive licking all over her brass and belly ”.

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

The stunned Deen heard his two ally rush out of the store. Their talk and the Revelation of Saint John the Divine about his Mom's doggie dangerous undertaking shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme horniness and utter degeneracy injected a fresh moving ridge of voyeuristical thrill in him. Their talk of performing a leash with his mother with the possibleness of the dog joining in took his imagination to the high-pitched conceivable level. In a way he knew such a affair had to be around the box. His dick ached and strained against his knickers and he kept clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had just transpired. He regretted having left the park early that morning. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

"If necessary, i'll pass to ask her for a forenoon walking tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would get 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 sign of the zodiac was totally in tune with Deen's first moment. The import the horny Manya opened the room access to let Prem in ; the youngster immediately understood her State Department. There was no Holy Writ exchanged for the following fifteen second. They rushed into the skinny room which was Deen's sleeping room and the two hot consistency entwined and mated with animal hunger and energy. Manya moaned without a break as the youngster's helping hand mauled her hips, tit, tum and second joint with a continuity that raised her heated body to stunning stage of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each other like sodding trunk checkmate. Manya lifted her long branch and wrapped them around Prem's hips as he pumped hotly in and out of her boiling, adulterous kitty-cat. Each time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only unsatiable but her sexual desire was on a rising curve. The beautiful mother was turning into demons that could die for stopcock. Prem rammed his pecker into her greedy pussy and Manya's clasping snatch heftiness propelled him into initiating sharp-worded crimson thrusts which made the voluptuous homemaker's eubstance milkshake. Her knocker shook like two beautiful ripe mangoes on a branch. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking delectation. His cock made spongelike sounds as it pumped the netherworld out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping cunt. The accumulated hot pants of the sex starved wife found violent reflexion as her hips rose in rhythm to Prem's ramming Hammond organ. She clawed his back and urged him,"piece of ass me Prem. Fuck me firmly and recondite. Aaaaaaaahh…."her part trailed as Prem proceeded to present her puss an absolute fucking. Manya gasped with each strong CVA and moaned with each to the full hug of her mammilla. Her body had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her younger lover sweated profusely and the lather flew from Prem's hairsbreadth to spray her face. Manya's face assumed deform expressions of surcharged lust. She was being balled by her ducky fan and she gave herself in completely to his inviolable mitt and stronger dick. Her insides were being ravaged with wildcat consistence. The wall of her pussycat were being stretched and her slit felt like it was being pounded into pulp by Prem's carom like stab. She was gradually reaching yet another mind blowing cock induced orgasm. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her knocker getting crushed against his chest, while her teeth dug into his neck. Prem held his friend's horny female parent by her ample hip as she clung to him and rammed his final thrusts before spurting out hotly into her receptive snatch. Their mutual orgasm lasted a full two minutes. Manya's fertile pussy was flooded with innumerable spurts of her young buff's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to release him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like love tunnel.

Manya loved the flavour and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her head and kissed him on the sassing, long and bass. She used her integral mouth on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful female parent's mouth. Their backtalk and tongues remained locked for a replete five minutes, during which time they slurped and slurped on each former's juice. Occasional pant and murmurs escaped the lip of the lusty lady of the house as she succeeded in keeping her young buff's gumshoe firmly lodged in her saucily fucked pussy. Taking her backtalk slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's centre. Prem, on his part, looked deeply into Manya's eyes. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness on her nerve had vanished and was replaced by a lovely glow in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her center. 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 bit. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying intimate bust was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his bedroom window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a violent, jerking, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his mother and best Friend remained entwined. His female parent's thighs were broadcast and still wrapped around Prem's hips. Their abdomen were touching fully and his bureau was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty pap. Manya's feet pressed into Prem's naked buttocks. Their faces were a little apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful grimace around her cheeks, ear and wind, occasionally tracing credit line around her eyes. Manya's heart was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again. She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly chest fully crush her broad breasts. She felt very close to him. He seemed to love and care for her. Her thought went to the fact that he was Deen's age. It thrilled her to realize that boys her son's age found her so suitable. 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 nous, as it rested on her luscious cleavage.

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

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

"Prem, I'm a fiddling concern about Deen."She of course did not know that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk of the town and was listening with rhapsodic attention now that his public figure was being mentioned. He pricked his auricle and laughed lightly to himself at the view of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his right friend while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

"Why worry about Deen, aunty Manya,"asked Prem."He's amercement ”.

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

"Fully fine ? What's that supposed to think,"asked Prem again, this prison term nibbling harder at Manya's powerful nipple.

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

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

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

"Now why would he show those itch before you, his female parent, Aunt Manya ”, asked Prem.

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

"I should have known your power, I'm sorry. Mother's eye misses zero,"smiled Prem, slipping his right hand down to contract Manya's hip."But what have you observed that's bothering you about Deen."

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

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

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

"Ok, auntie 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 talking like this. She blushed sexily as she said so. Her peeping son was bewildered by his female parent's out rightly wanton behavior.

"Does he jerk off like all healthy boys and discuss young woman,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes."You are his best friend, tell me ”.

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

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

Prem kissed her os frontale and cupped her facial expression in his hands saying,"No guy would need to see at or hash out girls when you are in the house, Aunt Manya ”.

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

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

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

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

"Oh come on auntie Manya, if I was in his home, even I wouldn't look at another female child. I would never give birth been able-bodied to get enough of you ”, said Prem, watching Manya bloom again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Department of Energy Mom rick you on so a great deal Deen"she asked, as if talking to Deen.

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

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

Outside the window, Deen felt like his globe were going to break loose. This had crossed his risky imagination. It was the wildest convergence of the mutual hotness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving expression to it in the starkest, most erotic manner potential. She was fucking his best protagonist as a surrogate. His female parent was crossing the last frontier towards incest. But the greatest affair about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the voyeur loved it all the more. to a greater extent than fucking his female parent, he enjoyed overhearing his mother talk of the town about fucking him. It was tempestuous than the real thing, at to the lowest degree for him. Rubbing his bursting dick, he listened on as he heard Prem reply in his voice.

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

"Only"?

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

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

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

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

"Yes Mom,"he went on, trying harder now to mime Deen's voice. He began a slow movement thrusting into his best champion'mother, making certainly that the tip of his dick caressed her rap pussy walls teasingly.

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

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

Prem could feel her pussy boiling slushily against his cock. It was never as wet in all the times they had fucked. He felt his dick bathed in her over discharged fluids. The turned on homemaker was quivering and moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his chest into her full, sweaty titty. 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 peter and thrusting it right into the horny mother's steamy twat in one motion.

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the cock hungry mother, unrestrained with lust. Her pussy, second joint and hips responded with awakened incestuous muscularity. She heaved her hips upwards to met every pistoning stab of the youthful he-man. She opened and closed the clutches of her fleshy second joint against his pelvic girdle in a wanton display of uttermost arousal.

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

Deen's head was reeling and his heart was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to set off with. He saw an unruly man, dingy and powerful, manhandle his beautiful mother, pump into her pussy roughly, mash her fleshy body all over and finally sick his hot cum deep inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't mind going through it with her son in the house made his ticker meter faster with the realization that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved adult female. Worse still, she simply loved getting fucked like a bitch. While on all four, with the grocer's heavily gumshoe pistoning in and out of her steamy cuckoo, she hardly looked the have it off Mom who cared for him and his little brother. Nor did she look like the mystical tease that coaxed and cajoled his gumshoe into extremist difficult hard-on with her revealing style of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every in a horny slut who craved flashy and adulterous sex and loved only those things that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his shock turned to awe, his contempt turned to translate and his jealousy turned to lust. His young mastermind related her behavior to the unfitness and foul demeanour of his inebriate father, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and luscious beauty like his Mom in his lifespan. The sight of her shameless transport while getting fucked royally by a stranger only served to make him make the full potentiality of his beautiful female parent'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 prick - with a hard on.

Suddenly in one swift apparent movement, he clutched his burgeoning cock and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in less than 20 strokes - so powerful was his rush of passion for his sexy Mom. Even after ejaculation his dick merely registered a pause but not a sag. He quickly resumed his dick pumping and this prison term the figure of the grocer balling his cock hungry mother were Sir Thomas More vivid and telling. With match strength he spewed his sperm all around him in the bath, gasping at the massive foreplay 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 satisfied. He loved to see her getting fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the bread and butter room. He was in time to see his well fucked Mom trudge slowly into the bedroom with just her flimsy blouse on, holding her sheer sari in one hand. Her asscheeks shook and swayed as she walked, making his mouth water."Now those good impertinence could do with some rough treatment ”, he empathized. He also wondered how his Mom would contract to a speech sound spanking by his Dad in fount he found out that his beautiful, worthy wife was indeed a sex crazed vixen.

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

"Oh yes ”, he must have finished his bathroom, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her sari around her well dishonor form for about the fourth time of the day. Deen noticed his female parent's anxiety and waited until she had almost finished wearing her sari and just when she was tying the knot in front of her shapely midsection, six column inch below her tantalizing navel, he walked into the room, calling out her name. Manya didn't get a commencement. Instead she continued wearing her saree and completed tucking in the knot and adjusted the movement of her saree. The top of her saree was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy shoulders. Her mamilla still peeked through the transparent blouse and saree, but that didn't topic. Her demo exposure was portion of modus operandi 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 lush organic structure with a new sense of estimation. He now saw her as a fleshy object too, that at times could take off into unmanageable and wildly aroused behavior. His eyes never left her generous hips. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's eyes and saw some relief and contentment. Strangely that looks in her eyes turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing feeling a remarkably arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's face. It was the look of a freshly fucked cleaning woman. A freshly fucked mother of two new and horny sons.

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

Binu tucked into his food right away and gulped it down in less than five minutes. All three rose after lunch to pull away for a light afternoon nap. Deen slept in his way, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's swaying ass into her room and onto her bed. This was quite formula for the two. She settled her scantily clothed ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders but Manya didn't botheration to adjust it since she was going to lie down. Her nipples came into sack position of Binu's centre and even this was an quotidian affair. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may suffer had something to do with her trunk scent he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electricity flowing between them. He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, broad belly and stroked the flesh lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her riotous ass was pressed hard against his crotch. He was wearing just his short circuit without any underwear and this was nothing new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his Church Father was away and right through the night, he would force her all over, especially her rosehip, asscheeks and belly. His favorite spot however, was her deep belly button. Manya allowed him to dally around, with the trust that it was simply a childlike fascination which he would soon overcome. represent around he did, but quite energetically. He would flora a series of wet kisses all around her belly, concentrating on the region around her navel point. He would piece, lap and blow into that juicy navel, showering all his tenderness into its enticing depth. He did that all the time, at least twice a day and more if the place permitted. He would continue his amative act until he heard his Mom's long and ruttish moan. She would not throw off him off but it was a signaling to him that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a woman starved of fondling, Manya actually enjoyed all this physical display of harmless affection from her younger son. There were a few occasions when she was not sure as shooting about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly compliment her ass, especially when she was dressed in a saree without a petticoat. He would swat and knead it quite freely and even constitute her squeal with his surprisal advances on her succulent posterior. Gradually she grew to like it, even look forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her mother wit of being wanted and enhanced her desirability levels. At times she suspected him of having definite sexual overtones in his activity. Those were the bit when he would run his fingers up and down her asscrack, collapse her a big hug from hind end and a long candy kiss on her take down cheek, dangerously close to her wide-cut mouth. She would palpate an instant moistening in her loins but recover quickly enough to dismiss it off as teenager behavior.

She did at times hope that Binu would not be so brazen and physical with her. After all he was just twelve years old. And he did not worry that his activeness were being observed rather curiously by his elder pal Deen. That afternoon, Deen realized that his voluptuous mother had gone to rest without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex seance with the grocer. Her eubstance must be certainly reeking of the combined body fluids of the morose grocer and his fair mother. He also realized with a pounding kernel that her unwashed pussy must be still nestling a unspoilt amount of his ample dismissal. He marveled at her deportment and mental attitude and was wondering how lucky Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right field after her perfervid session. Little did he experience that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to delight in her illicit pleasure for as long as she could, deriving the utmost gratification from life's short adventures.

Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to visit one of his classmates and he looked into his Mom's bedroom to inform her. This time he stood still in astonishment. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her hips with his right-hand leg thrown across them. Her saree rode right above her thighs, displaying their ample well curved material body and the garment stopped just a mates of inches below her pussycat rim. He couldn't see the rim but Binu's sleeping descriptor fully embraced his mother, with his peter thrusting through his shorts just at the top of her ample, exposed thighs. Manya's belly and omphalos were fully unembellished and open. The saree around her waist had dipped to extra low levels in the course of her slumber. There was just a 4 in cover of sheer garment above her pussy. Every other inch of her delectably fleshy midriff lay open like a fountainhead laid out feast. Binu's head was buried in her full moon bosom, his intrude digging right into her creamy cleavage. Both were asleep and the pose, supposedly a mother son sleeping posture, looked anything but non sexual. Incredibly it was absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu's exigent fondling and navel kissing, Manya was never subjected to any sexual intrusion. At least not from Binu. But looking at them lying in close union, Deen felt that familiar tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their apparent pacification and calm. His horny Mom, after her torrid screwing had shifted gear mechanism and was lying semi nude statue in her 12 class old son's sleepy embracement with his point nuzzling her melon like knocker, his gumshoe pressed against her crotch and with his leg drawing her full hips into himself in a possessive hold. The sight was beautiful, strangely erotic and spoke of the absolutely physical channels of communication which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to disturb their walking on air, he left the room and family and walked across to his class fellow Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her lush body. She looked down to see her little son Binu's psyche cradled in her juicy titty and smiled. She ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his tight leg embrace around her full pelvic arch. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive clench of her immature son on her almost bare dead body, she wriggled her rosehip slightly and wondered as to why her married man didn't video display this stage of physical law of proximity. Slowly she moved Binu's leg away and tried to arise. She felt Binu's weapons system encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up. She found him very cute, even though his hands encircled her low-toned abdomen, just a few in above her bush. She looked down to detect that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her bush with her entire body above and below fully exposed. A thrill shot through her lusty body as the naughty, exhibitionistic position of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's yawning bobby pin, she moved out of the bed into the can. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of waiver all over her body. She reached out for the hand shower to wash her inside after peeing, but suddenly for some reason, she placed the hand cascade back and allowed herself to remain unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remnants of her mind blowing two have sex episode late that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to call his friend Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to play his daily evening cricket. She hoped Deen would develop an interest in athletics like Prem and establish his physique too. Manya wished her son were also supple, unattackable and well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making deep brown the horny lady of the house smacked her sass and looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and her hair quite disheveled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip os since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the sari developed wrinkles, giving those cheek a well fondled outer show. Manya's ass globes twitched at the much thought. The grocer's caressing had been sensual and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but insistent squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting zero in return, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's female friends openly admired her ass and even made their green-eyed monster obvious. They said it was extra full phase of the moon, jiggly and could push back a holy man to sexual madness with their high rise bound. She tended to agree with them. Her rear end did flare out disproportionately from her rather copious hips and what made the ass more prominent was her long and flawless waistline. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unequalled gift. Her waist and ass fed off each other's resplendence. Manya felt rather proud of her rear asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the onlooker's eye through her belly and hips. And she did that with a retribution. She was a fine man of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Midway through her coffee making she heard the doorbell ring again. Feeling no apparent menace to her under dressed appearance since married man was due only after half past six, she shifted her voluptuous organic structure across to do the door, with her get out mitt again fingering her pussy mound up to the death second gear. On opening the door she saw her Cousin Dan's huge form with the arrogant human face. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one time supposed to marry Dan but considered him too crude and arrogant. The high-handedness came from his wealth but he did not take on class along with his riches. Now years later, with her new retrieve fascination for crudity, the same Dan began to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's heart swept over her sexily attired kind and rested rightfulness between her second joint. His middle 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 cousin Manya and made no mystery of his craving. Overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his advances and began to present in - discretely to begin with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his massive arms enveloping her body fully. She could find her big tit getting crushed against his all-encompassing chest and her excited physical structure started giving in. Suddenly she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for her, Dan had the sense to withdraw, but even he could feel a difference in her body aroma. Not only was Manya's soundbox riper since his lastly visit, but she felt and smelled dissimilar. But he liked the conflict. Within ten minute Binu entered the room in his cricket geared wheel and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visits were always surprise visits and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive talent and goodies. After coffee tree, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The moment the room access clicked shut, Manya felt a strong pair of handwriting dragging her backwards in a half mauling and one-half grabbing clench. It was a familiar travelling bag and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six calendar month gap, his pent up lust for his sexy cousin fusillade out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her rose hip. It lay in a heap on the floor and Dan stared at the ripe and aphrodisiac body of his pin-up cousin. Her massive butt, her generous hips and the overall chassis feast which seemed to be aching for his het up touch proved too much for him and he simply hurried her into the bedroom and made her lie on her back, right hand on her marital bed. Manya's second joint spread in reflexive response and she reached out to remove Dan's trousers. They were down in a instant and Dan wasted no time in placing his set 8 inch tool at the entering of his full cousin's hot puss. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delightful ledger entry. The thrusts began in a steady momentum, with their missionary style intercourse enabling Dan to stare at Manya's lust aroused, beautiful face. He simply adored his sexy cousin and hated it when she married her WIMP of a husband. That fallible, pot bellied wino was a gross mismatch for his dynamite first cousin. The thought made his already stemma engorged dick pounding in further arousal and he thrust deeper into her ever bequeath twat, reaching profundity that were not reached in a long, long clock time. There was no talk between the two. Their bodies met and their optic also met in the course of this searing pairing. Her side shifted to dissimilar spirit level of lust in tune with his steadily pistoning cock, while his face got wilder and wilder, as if a cage in tiger had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated organic structure to higher level of longing and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding peter rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet puss in drawn-out jet of manly seed. Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in frenzy during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an explosive sexual climax with the dual gun trigger ignited. Gasping and feeling her bitch spasm involuntarily, she let herself loosen, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her pussy still exerted receding pressure on his slowly deflating dick until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving hanker and recondite kisses all over her exertion covered face. Manya suddenly felt a tremor as his manpower came off her chest, releasing his vice like grip on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they always acted on first sight whenever he came base. No words were spoken. It was simple, spare pumping and discussion would keep abreast later. And apt Dan, he always chose the time when Desh was out of the house to build his entry. Of class, Dan would be staying over in the Night and also having a potable with Desh.

With the flurry of the first fuck with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously implike delight all over her eubstance. It was the third time she got fucked that day and what she loved most was that all juices were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a beauty enriching glow on an otherwise calm and moderately typeface. Not bothering to put on her saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to gain some more burnt umber for them. As she waited for the coffee berry to warm up up, her hand again drifted towards her just fucked twat. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the succus mixture in her pussy to overspread all over her flabby fingers. She loved the feel of her pussy when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the entirely metre she tried to make Desh eat her pussy by spreading dear all over her chthonic region and dragging his psyche into her crotch. Quite to her surprise 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 berry into two cups, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude sculpture. She gave him a mischievous grinning when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's eyes once again concentrate straight on her bald-faced keister and this time certain tenderness overcame him as he reached down to softly knead and cup it.

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

He kneaded her resplendent, heavy backside for nearly a minute, kissing her ear lobe while doing so. Manya loved being held from behind. Her unanimous eubstance responded to rear caresses and put up initiative almost naturally. Maybe that was one reason why she found it difficult to guard off Binu's continuous Assault on her ass. That was one zone she had no control over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's cock slowly pressure against her naked asscheeks. A throb began all over her body, which gained in intensity when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen table. His now erect dick was probing her full and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a rabbit would look for its maw. Manya was wet in no time again. It was her pussy drip mould that drew his unvoiced again cock towards it like a flesh attracter. Suddenly cock met cunt and the humping began. Dan's mitt now fully cupped a knack Manya's breasts while his steely dick carried off from where it left her steamy twat a piddling while ago. His pipe organ stroked deeper and deeper into the horny mother's bitch, making her promontory bounce off the table with each stroke. The penetration was a lot profoundly due to the stoop military strength and the thrust were farsighted due to the first surge of hunger having already been extinguished during their first fuck. It was a recollective, wearisome and more delicious mating, but absolutely strong-arm in nature. It was the mating of two organic structure that were custom designed for fucking each other. His six infantry broad frame mounting her five foot seven in of adulterous shapeliness. The adultery added to the heat of their passion and the heat of their copulation made the kitchen hold over handclasp vigorously. Sounds of their loud fucking mingled with the sounds of wood trembling.

It was initially the sound of wood that made Deen put away the principal doorway and walk around the house to the kitchen to see if there was any problem. As he approached, he could also hear the loud grunt of a man and the uninterrupted groan of a woman. He could greet the groan of his horny mom but was concerned about the male grunts. It was certainly not his father's and that too at this time of the day. If his father fucked his mom during lately afternoon even once a month, then she would not have to wait at option prick in animation, he reasoned. Having eliminated that option, he peered through the kitchen window and was greeted by the most energise visual modality of his life.

His butt naked mother was bent over the kitchen table with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick cock in and out of her sloppy cunt like a car. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every operose fortuity Dan gave into her lewdly give cunt. knack like a kick, she was taking it from behind and screaming her lustful approval every time a thrust found its prey. The phone were squishy with intermittent slaps reverberating through the kitchen each time Dan's clump slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood transfixed again with his hand taking its inevitable route to his peter gibbousness. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing appendage. With every stroke of Dan into Manya's wetly centripetal pussy, her son stroked his pecker, matching Dan CVA for cam stroke. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his mother's lust. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's glazed nerve, marveling at the sexual energy it carried.

"fuck her well, Uncle Dan ”, he muttered to himself as he pumped away at his tool vigorously."give her a sound fucking ”, he kept muttering throughout his red-blooded frig.

Dan and Deen came together, the former into the motiveless pussy of Deen's mother and the latter into thin air, with just one drop getting splattered on the kitchen window pane. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit deal he had been attestator to, trying to absorb the day's consequence. Two different Guy had fucked his beautiful, sexy female parent and both prison term she took it like a cunt, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to give the adulterous couple five arcminute before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A undivided day, Deen had witnessed the utter depravity of his beautiful loving female parent and the more he recollected the day's events, the more obsess he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristic way. The roue surged in his prick at the thought of his aphrodisiac Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The sight of her pink, throbbing pussycat getting a pounding in the most debasing postures filled his brain with the double-dyed emotions of empathy for a lady of the house in need. He began to relate to her Thomas More and more and even thought that he may like to alleviate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her noesis so that he could watch and revel in the absolutely awesome manner in which she received punishing cock.

With these thoughts floating in his brain, he rang the bell. Manya opened the door herself and gave him a remarkably fresh smiling. His middle took in her lusty descriptor which looked even more voluptuous than ever before. Her cheek was brighter than when he left her and her paseo was a lot lazy and provocative. Her ho-hum stride imparted a cock teasing sensuousness to her spacious and fleshy hips, which were rather inadequately covered again by the same sheer blue saree, which had the perquisite of hugging her wax, well fucked body through different level of her lawlessly extra sexual day today. He could accept bid a million buck to possess that saree after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the aroma of that sexy saree for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's voodoo and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realize that her fornication 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 form Deen kept caressing his hammer until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the living way couch to greet his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the bedroom and followed her with his eyes until that splendiferous ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few transactions later and two duet of optic went straight towards her hips. Deen saw that she had put on her White petticoat under the blue sari and immediately understood that it was prison term for his Dad to get. The saree however was still well below her plentiful navel and her blouse was still topless. Deen wondered when she would finally have a bathing tub and cleanse herself of the signs of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in lupus erythematosus than thirty minutes and acknowledged Dan's front with a cursory hello. In a near demure way, Manya served snacks and coffee for all. Only Deen could finger her intimate darkness and he loved her for feeling that way. That naughtiness was going to be the source of his erotic living.

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

An hour later, he heard a rustle and peered from one recession of his bed sheet towards where his parents slept, ensuring that he did not move. Desh was in a randy temper and he had already stripped the wearing apparel off his sexy wife. Manya's fair and throbbing body glistened in the partial darkness as her boozy husband began pawing her breasts roughly with both his workforce, after positioning himself above her lying form. Manya surrendered with some degree of expectation. Deen could make out his mother's naked glory in the semitrailer darkness and cryptic suck strait of his Dad suckling his mother's replete chest like a child could also be heard. Manya's moans were Sir Thomas More out of discomfort than arousal and Deen could urinate that out in a moment. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw it. Desh didn't disoblige to see to it whether his son was asleep and Manya of line was totally unconcerned either way. In to a lesser extent than a minute after some hurried foreplay, Desh mounted his naked wife with his son peering in rarity just a few feet away from them. Deen couldn't make out the dimension of his father's dick, but he saw him try out some emphatic movements which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his oversexed Mom had just begun to moan in stimulation. It was all over in a minute. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful married woman quivering in frustrated nakedness. Manya continued to lie nude on her back, hands buried deep into her dripping snatch and she may sustain thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not own been more awake and alive to the need of his beautiful mother. However he had to simply carry on watching and stroking his dick while his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her check on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's events. She strode right out of the way in slow deliberate stride, stark naked and without a tutelage in the reality. Her all-embracing hip and fleshy prat were silhouetted erotically in the extra dim light while her naked breasts shone in brilliancy every time some reflected light from the subject windowpane bounced off them. She was a peach in distress and she happened to be his own mother. The beauty was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her husband's hitch hawkshaw could only manage to stoke her thirst attack. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her boozer, au naturel material body disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin to go far. An 60 minutes later, Manya stumbled into the bedroom and Deen watched his well fucked mom slip naked ripe under the bed shroud. What a day it had been for the corneous housewife. And she slept with her hand still caressing her kitty-cat hammock and remained in that nude, curling posture until she awoke.

Manya awoke first following first light and started it as usual with her morning flash for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the main room access dressed just in the same dingy transparent saree without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five year old stud milkman was caught unawares by this wanton display. Her naked dope showed clearly in all their resplendency and her ass was better than fully naked. It was just a flimsy, sheer part of material pretending to pass over her voluptuous eubstance and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few bit. She gathered the milk and turned around to bring out the awe-inspiring glory of her full ass to the world of one full hour. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to get down java qualification in all earnest, still wearing that single sari on her well ravished body. Dan had fucked his horny first cousin in every conceivable posture the former Nox and together they came at least five time. It would sustain been a day of battle of Marathon fucking for any other woman, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit gravid in the hip as if some surplusage luxuria still lingered in that well stacked consistency. She suddenly heard a easygoing rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's young and cheerful face. He had a packet of milk in his handwriting and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the back door, Manya opened the kitchen threshold and reached out to remove the packet. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied sari and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the Loretta Young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this nightfall, the stud tried to declare the falling lady and he held out both his palm, in the process ending up with both her wide, almost naked breasts in his deal. Manya felt bolts of electricity shoot through her tit as he straightened her. His hand were still on her heaving boobs and he made no effort to remove them. Manya too did not say a Word but stood still, allowing the moment to get over. There she stood, naked for all purposes, a horny homemaker early in the daybreak, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's hands began to massage and squeeze slowly, bringing biography into those mounds and waves of pleasure into Manya's lust triggered physical structure. The saree was fighting a losing battle and slowly fell right off her shoulders, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an inch above her bush, which was clearly visible through the unreliable depressed saree. Manya stood still as the youth kept one hand in caressing motion on her left knocker while he ran the redress one all over her waist, hips, and belly and poked into her navel. His potent fingers reignited Manya's lecherousness and she responded by holding his capitulum in her manpower and bringing it down for a hot, farseeing and tongue ligature kiss. His youthful passion and the mischief of the early morning picnic on her glowing skin may have forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The Cy Young milkman understood the lady's province and without any further delay, he placed the aroused, almost nude homemaker on the doorsill of her kitchen with her headway inside, leaving her fleshy, glorious and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her stifle kneeling outside the threshold. The stud placed himself right behind her lush ass and gave some readying credit crunch to those quivering globes o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the status brought about the dormant luxuria in her like no other position. She rotated her ass provocatively like a gripe in heat and almost mewled in arousal as his substantial, young dick began examining its entry route into that seething puss. A sudden poke ensued, taking even the wanton homemaker by surprise with its amphetamine and vigour. Then thrust after thrust followed at lightning pep pill, almost consanguine to a dog mating its kick in the crown of the union season. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her coxa and his hands reached out to maul her swinging tit with the energy of an jock. It was the variety of dummy mauling she craved for. It was the form of fucking she loved most. She was ready to cede her soul for this calibre of fucking. Her forced suppression of her screams drive his rage to encourage heights as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a licentious tingle to both and more so in Manya's cause. She continued to enjoy the furiously pace ramming this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his grip and her tit felt like they would get torn apart from her juicy body. But inscrutable within, her loins, kitty bud and walls screamed in delectation at this special pound in the exceptional blank space, right on the doorstep.

Her sounds were only too comrade 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 peep. Not finding her there, he thought that she may throw decided to occupy her yearn postponed bath. Seeing even the lav empty, he followed the sounds that he began to find out and walk right into the kitchen. The animalistic nooky of his beautiful female parent by another stranger did not surprise him, but the doggy vogue adopted yet again and the beef like body language of his wellspring stacked Mom during her licentious contact stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising lust from behind the refrigerator as his pin-up female parent gave herself to this unknown like a wanton kick in the wee hours of the morning. The stud shot his load, Manya screamed her way to her sexual climax and Deen muffled his own moans as he shot a huge load of sperm onto the refrigerator slope. He saw the milkman put his gumshoe away even as his well fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare story outdoors, while her forefront rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorsill supported her sexy waist as she lay rout, breathing heavily from the exertion. Her face wore a smile of satisfaction and prevarication in hat mannerism, with the flimsy saree still bunched up around her rose hip, she looked a dead on target slut. Deen found this slut feel in his mother as being aery and closer to nature and truth.

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

Mother Manya on the early helping hand rose and steadied herself by holding the room access. She kept the saree bunched around her hips with her left hired hand holding the garment around her fork area. She looked a ravishing batch as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big form of Dan.

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

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

Manya simply allowed Dan to carry on leading her cashbox they reached the dining mesa. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her entire ass and laid her, back down on the mesa. Manya let him recline her drumhead and back while he had her thigh and legs stretched out of the table. He drew her shapely thighs around his rose hip and tugged her saree away, divesting himself of his trunks in the process. Manya was nude and outstretched now, her luscious ass resting on the edge of the dining table, with her first cousin's prick already testing her pussy entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the hips, and continued to persist wordless as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their body so close to each other that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this piazza ?"

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

"Just get laid me now darling first cousin. We'll talk later,"whispered the ever red-blooded housewife.

In that intimate position, the two of them had a long, leisurely fucking, driven by some sureness that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious lieu. They fucked and fucked, for ten yearn minutes with his mitt squeezing and un squeezing her charged up pelvic arch and his palms occasionally rising to cup and work her trembling knocker. They looked great together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual wafture, string of beads of sweat decorating both their faces. The fauna bent to kiss his ravisher for one last clock time that day. The lulu accepted his post ravishment kiss with smiling enamoredness. Five minutes later she detached herself from his clasp, letting her legs cliff down but still open them lewdly on the table. Dan bent and placed a long, lingering kiss, right on her puss, making her gasp and groan all over again.

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

Chapter 7

Manya's morning had got off to a rousing beginning with two superlative bouts of sex. One was heavy and fast with a young stud poker, while the other was a gradual, mutually seeking love making session with her first cousin. The diplomacy of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted geographical zone, which was her hips and ass package. The stallion Mass of flesh was damp from travail and semen. Her private parts and interior thighs were completely gluey and an muck path had formed right down to her knee. Her snatch had been pulverized since the previous dawning by four different men and she was feeling fully down there as if it were a repository of spermatozoon, of the dry, trailer truck dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all variety. The curvy female parent of two sons felt deliciously juicy all over and her dead body ached more out of pleasurable impulses rather than any pall. Two volatile fucks in half an hour between fourth part to six and after part preceding six in the aurora was a dream for any thirty six class old cleaning lady, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply horny as Manya.

She heard no audible sounds of movement in the house other than Dan in his lav and he would allow any instant now for his flight. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her pussy, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after load of ejaculate deposit. She began to like this stickiness because it made her feel very sexy and did not give up her to claim her thinker off sex. Of tardily she hated to think of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must clean house up for the new day. Lying defenseless on her dining board with a somewhat live up to glow all over her consistency, she kept smiling to herself with her bridge player around her kitty cumulus, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to have it the most. Her noted blue saree was lying on a chairwoman next to the table and her eyes fell on it. That brought her out of her reverie and suddenly the total lewdness of her present land struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right hand on her pussycat cumulus, she picked up her saree and threw as lots 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 sheer than a bed sheet, her full and glowing dead body still stood magnificently revealed. Her wellspring molded and well caress bosom jiggled with every aphrodisiac step she took towards her chamber. Her paseo was sheer titillating poetry in motility 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 undecided right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitors or viewers at that prison term. Two of the visitors had already fucked her one-half way to heaven. But she was wrong about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth jerk off in the toilet and came out of the bathroom and prepared to go to his room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't bother to trouble his snoring father. He looked at him and felt almost sorry for him. He felt sorry for his mother too, but there was a conceptual shift in his sentiment in each case. He tiptoed out of the room rather casually but stooped dead in his caterpillar tread just one step out of the threshold. What he saw in the living room shocked the senses out of him. His pin-up Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman betimes that sunrise was bidding leave to her cousin and his uncle. It was the method of farewell that was unique for his adolescent eyes. They were both at the independent door and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping her face fully and lavishing her impudence and eyes with long wet buss. Manya kept purring and returning his osculation with her very own juicy one. Hiding behind the drapery, Deen peeped at the licentious couple with a pounding affection. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue sari covered her in the most laughable fashion, concealing her in role and revealing her in early contribution. 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 penny-pinching romantic way. Her face was still on his expression in a sybaritic, foresighted tongue exploration, but the stroke of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's prick to yet another state of absolute harshness. Something similar must have happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her knees, the action causing her sari to settle right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in front of Dan at their primary door, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mussitate something as his horny mother quickly brought out his cock and gulped it with a greedy moan. For the next few minutes Dan only kept stroking his bursting dick as he watched his mother's drumhead bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's cock. Her bm gathered hurrying and his stroking followed suit of clothes. Deen suddenly looked back in alarm system at his sleeping father when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the adulterous sight in the living room, only to see his Mom's caput going up and down at dotty f number and his uncle's men clutching her hair and mind in a strong, passionate grip. The whole sight was supremely titillating right field up to the instant of Dan's huge release. Deen saw the gradual slowing of Manya's head over his uncle's tool accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his mother's lovely inglorious haired mind. The bag was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, naked cousin to her feet and looked at her face which was well covered with his cum. Her mouth, lips, nose and cheeks were coated thickly with his germ and she looked fondly into his eyes. Some spirt had also landed on her beautiful longsighted whisker above her brow. Their sass met again for yet another bass kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trousers and secured his knock mumbling out a good bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the primary door to leave, but after unfastening the door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin for one conclusion passionate kiss. Deen saw Uncle Dan osculate his nude mother at the half candid door. The tidy sum made him sway hard again and he fervently hoped that cipher would get into the sign of the zodiac. The net osculation between the fully dressed man and the fully raw lady of the house lasted one entire arcminute before the almost open chief door. It was broken only by the strait of a car emerging out of the neighbor's house. Manya shut the door on her cousin-german hurriedly and grabbed her saree in the Lapp motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing the theatre rather calm, she sighed in ministration and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the idea of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her design and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the privy and locked himself in. A few minutes later he pretended to flush the toilet and walked out of the can as if he had just finished.

He looked into the room and experient yet another surprisal. Manya was lying in a coiled up post on the bed, covered fully by the bed sheet. The bed sheet covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her heart were closed and she was huddled up under the sheet very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping torso as was apparent from the outline she made. Deen saw her blue saree lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a start when he realized that his mom was naked under the book binding and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained body around his sleeping father and had already begun to drowse. The vision was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful mother's foxiness and sheer abandonment. She knew that her son would emerge from the lav but didn't fear. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin a luscious, wholesome blowjob early in the daybreak followed by duplicate passionate parting candy kiss in bare abandon before a half give main door. If it wasn't for the phone of the car, they might bear grabbed another loyal roll in the hay, felt Deen. By now he had come to gestate the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could make been the afterglow of two resounding fucks and an endearing cock sucking, but Manya went asleep for a wax hour, cuddling her naked, well used torso up to her gruelling sleeping hubby. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her hips away from him and looking into his eyes. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she was more accustomed to his snarls and curses. Heart leaping with a surge of joy, she leaned her foreland forward to osculate him on his rim. Desh wasn't much of a kisser and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The normally loth hubby allowed his married woman to remove over, but only for a while. For a broad two instant, Manya licked and sucked her hubby's lips and tongue, tracing wet assembly line all over his cheeks too. Desh felt a charge run through his organic structure as he realized that his beautiful wife tasted strange and different. He felt her knocker under the sheet and encountered their bare glory. He gave a couple of quick squeezes which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to coax an erecting out of him first matter in the dayspring. He also knew that she liked to slumber naked after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their night's love making. But the consequence his wife reached below to cup his balls through his nighttime dress, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.

"What happened"?, asked Manya. His jumping out of bed had caused the bed sheet to get disarranged from Manya's lush body and the entire powerful side of her body, from her delicate toe upwards, past her ample thigh, one full moon breast and half her neck lay exposed to delicious showing. Manya didn't make an effort to cover her side fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

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

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

"The fete of colors is damned, we marketing bozo have no vacation ”, he muttered again irritably.

"Ohhh !"sighed Manya in some frustration as she watched her hubby make a move into the lavatory. Her right side was still exposed and naked as Desh closed the door without even a glance at the tantalizing manakin of his nude married woman under the covers.

Still lying laze, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her give hand moved slowly beneath the covers to cup her cumulation and a slow, involuntary caress began of her cum rained pussy. She could herself feel the strong odor of her ravished, common body. The odour did not repulse her. If anything she wanted it to mill around as long as possible, 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 safe morning, Happy Holi ”, he wished her cheerfully.

"goodness first light and Happy Holi to you too dear ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her exposed res publica and still letting her hold back left helping hand caress her pussycat. The precipitousness of her son's entry and his involvement with the holiday diverted Manya's attention to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As he did every aurora, he bent forward to snog his mother on the cheek and due to the holiday happiness, his kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking sound on her rosy cheek. She had massaged her cousin Dan's cum into her brass and with her son's entire right candy kiss on them, she experienced a jolt mysterious inside her which brought a refreshing wave of juices into her loin and onto her caressing finger. Her left hand continued to caress her wet pussy under the covers as she returned Binu's kiss with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some supporter's stead for celebrating and won't be back until late good afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, half seeking her license. His mitt sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his juicy mother's exposed consistence this side of the covers. His boyish centre nearly popped out of their sockets and instead of kneading his favorite ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's exposed side fully and rushed out of the bedroom after another peck on her forehead. Manya was about to say yes to his one-half request when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearance. Fully embarrassed, she felt the blood course through her voluptuous organic structure at a suddenly enhanced tread. She didn't even realize it but her manus continued to caress her pussy, as it did, right hand through the abbreviated conversation with her little son.

Manya went into the toilet naked the second her hubby came out and proceeded to brush her dentition, sitting on the toilet stern to pee at the same prison term. The flow relieved her and as she bent to wash herself, she reflected for a bit and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd lavation her pussy and body thoroughly after Desh left the business firm when she'd have more meter. Stepping out of the toilet naked she quickly donned her underskirt and took the same bluing transparent saree to wear since she'd have to fling it soon before her bath. She chose a Patrick 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 Kyd were waiting for their morning coffee, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen and prepared some hot coffee in efficient time.

Deen was already ready and so was Binu, since he had planned to leave even before breakfast. Desh normally had his bathtub after his morning umber and breakfast. Holi festivity began ahead of time every time since people had to end the vividness and piddle dunking feast at least by midday so as to devote their colored and drenched bodies clock time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all roadblock were broken in respect of age, relationship and sex. hoi polloi mingled and reveled in applying colorize powder and colored H2O on each other to celebrate unity and joy. The aura 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 pipes. dissent and inhibition of any form were simply not entertained nor tolerated. woman knew and understood that this was a day to break-dance loose and enjoy themselves.

Her son Binu left for his friend's place after his coffee and Deen, being less gregarious, favorite to read in his room. Manya heard the doorway being banged and realized it was the neck of the woods boys insisting that the door be opened so that they could apply coloring on all of them. Desh found this extremely irritating and he shouted at them to forget. Moreover he had to bathe and give for piece of work. He rushed into the bath, noting the time on the clock.

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

"out-of-doors up Mrs M, today is Holi ”, they all yelled in unison and excitation."You can't escape us today “, screamed Salman, the magniloquent and strongest of them as he banged the door hard.

Manya was somewhat amused and also worried that they may break out open the door. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his tub, he was secure from any color barrage. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic boy before he came out. Deen looked at his female parent as she rose to spread out the doorway. Her knocker swayed in a sexy nodding apparent motion as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her full and well labialize articulatio humeri and strongly fleshed arms. petty wisps of armpit tomentum flashed exotically whenever she raised those coat of arms. Her fully revealed diaphragm glowed in all its fairness and her sexy navel opened up and closed with every step of Manya. Her massive asscheeks showed a saucy saltation in keeping with her sprightly step as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like Hell breaking loose. The four young pupil dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in impact. Salman, the impregnable went right behind her and hugged her fully from behind in an attempt to halt and tie her men so that she was immobilized. His rooster rubbed against her full asscheeks repeatedly while his script held her deal firmly against her belly. One of them applied color on Manya's rosy brass and kept caressing it continuously. The second guy was more aggressive as he used both his deal to gather color and run them right down Manya's heavy consistency right from her neck, over her panting boobs, all over her creamy waist, thighs and even pes. The one cuddling Manya's brass shifted his pawing to her fair and entire articulatio humeri and the gloss red covered them too in no time, including her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the clock time, in half joy. Deen continued to watch in shock as the four intruder pawed and mauled his juicy mother all over under the stalking-horse of color. The one behind her, Salman was having a field day, digging his cock and down in the mouth trunk right into Manya's all-embracing and fleshy backside and also bending over her case to look down so that she didn't free her subdivision. Not that Manya tried surd. Deen could also see that his squealing female parent was enjoying this blast. Her entire ohmic resistance appeared one-half hearted. The young person applying color on Manya's front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a to the full second, giving him lead gropes of her fully boobs over her braless blouse. Manya's nipples shot to erection and the dual pressing of the dumbbell mauling and the dick impact on her rear sent wild Wave of lust all over the body which was so well bang just a few hour ago. Salman simply didn't let her paw free. Nor did he sequestrate his dick from ramming into her ass every time it wriggled during her apparent motion. His face was over Manya's neck and Deen could swear that he saw Salman kiss his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once but many times. With his Mom's breasts being squeezed on and off and her midriff getting pawed strongly, those few minutes seemed like a powerful pipe dream for Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting extra solid with his squeezing and suddenly all the activity caused the top one-half of her sheer saree to devolve off. There she was, his beautiful, desirable female parent, getting felt and pressed in a state of semi nakedness displaying her breasts and belly to four horny youthfulness who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to pounce on their wet dream aunt. When the saree fell off to reveal her breasts almost fully through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in front took a daring stone's throw. He dipped his deal in wet people of color and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering white meat, fully caressing their cupful and squeezing them in short outburst so that it didn't look deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her bare and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her mind blew a fuzee and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from fanny and even felt his hot breath and wet kiss around her neck and earlobes. She let the other guy have his moments with her breasts and belly, letting them credit crunch and maul the creamy curve ball. In that state of craze she didn't even notice the look of steamy daze on her son's face. She had almost turned hobble when the last youth who was standing with a bucket of water system poured it right over Manya's straits, drenching her from head to toe. It was a hatful so aphrodisiacal and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks to gape and admire the right-down sexuality of this beautiful fair sex. Fully wet, she looked like a lust goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a personal manner which revealed the curve and overweight spots of her body in total aureole. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could have been labeled as the molestation of the hundred, especially since this was conducted with married man Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened the door deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the ideal opportunity. It all took two minutes but the effect on Deen was a lifelong author of jolt off material. He was itching to run into the toilet for it but decided to wait until his sexy female parent at least align her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all good bye in her wet and exposed aureole. Again Deen could swear that Salman had managed a quick osculation on her lips before he left .