The shrill morning warning device sent unruly bolts and Wave into Manya's soundbox as she stirred, opened her deep eyes and cast a sleepy-eyed glance towards the stead adjacent to her. Her heart met with the not so revolutionize sight of her still snoring hubby Desh, cuddled up like an insecure nipper, his intimation carrying the odor of liquor and his chest panting in monotonic geometrical regularity. The 36 yr old housewife sighed and shifted her total frame slowly out of the bed to start out another day. Clad in a slight white blouse without a bra and a loosely tied half-slip which settled about six in below her abstruse navel, she dragged her voluptuous consistency out of bed towards the bathroom, pausing for a moment to take care at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked disheveled and two push of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her dark-brown fateful nimbus stared correctly out of her slender blouse and this morning the ends were sharp and pointed, indicative mood of her bodily pauperization for a full blooded fucking. Almost involuntarily her hands went to the sarcoid realm between her thigh and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to gain in high temperature, the moment her fingers sought the warm flock. With an unhearable moan, she gave one loving squeeze between her inner thighs and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a frisson of embossment as some of the accumulated horniness found alternate release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same scant attire she moved to the principal doorway to gather the morning milk. Opening the door, she bent to pick up the milk and in the mental process her wide titty spilled out to organize a delectable segmentation. From the recession of her eye she saw the milkman's bicycle parked in the chemical compound and realized that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her daily appearance. A full instant was spent in gathering the Milk River during which her creamy boob spilled nearly 80 pct out of her thin, low cut blouse. Giving this morning show was now a habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 yr old guy. She got her daily starting tutelage from this flash and even when individual other than the usual milkman delivered the milk, they learnt to stay until Manya gathered her milk.

turn her binding to the milkman, she started closing the doorway, giving him a lingering view of her ample, meaty ass and a rousing keister view of her trunk, especially since the petticoat came down to well below her rosehip and settled almost at the beginning of her ass go. Just before finally losing the threshold, she turned again towards the outside and offered another flash of her immense midriff, with its irrupt curvature at the waist and the juicy, cryptical, inviting navel. This exercise was her break of day tonic and a day was insipid without it.

The total five invertebrate foot seven in of her replete bodied, well stacked, lush form swayed with a reckless grace as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a moment to peep into the room of her two son, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and content, hands between his second joint and lost in a dreamy world, while Binu was sleeping on his spinal column, his right field hand placed idly around his genitalia. What caught her eye was, however the camping in his shorts, sticking imposingly out at the roof. She smiled indulgently like a female parent would, but a oceanic abyss dampening 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 break of the day coffee and breakfast. Within an hour all Hell would break relax as three males would rush through their morning subprogram, gulp their food and flee the house, leaving her all alone. The thought made her tactile property a bit hollow but also filled her with an go-ahead and desertion that came from the knowledge that she would be all by herself with her busty, sensuous body.

Deen was always the first one to ignite up. Nearly six feet tall, he was a patrician giant, informal limbed and with the body terminology of a good and lovable kid. Manya continued to persist in her attire even before her tyke and it had become formula for them to watch their skimpily clad Mom go about her chores every good morning in that body politic of undress. She had been doing it now for the past 4 years out of sheer convenience and it never struck her that their bursting endocrine would one day take cognizance of her plenteous charms, especially her fountainhead labialise buttocks, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

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

His dick jerked to attention.

"Get set up love. Today's your special breakfast point. Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her full articulatio coxae against his. Deen could find the rut, mildness and essence of his Mom's hips as she went past him. He stifled a pant as her goody fingers inadvertently grazed his crotch. He wore no underwear beneath his underdrawers and he was startled by the most grasp of his throbbing young humanness by his very own biologic mother. It stunned him and also confused him, like it did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally, adding to his quandary. His first stirring of manhood had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His first tool kissing had taken place while he had seen her changing. His first-class honours degree John R. Major jerked meat off had been over her picture of her carrying him as a three class old. He loved concentrating on his three year old handwriting clutching at Manya's titty in the word-painting. And when he came, he made sure that some drops always landed on the picture, if potential on Manya's beautiful face.

But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his arousal obvious and endeavour to camouflage it. Manya, on her voice, noticed her elder son's affray but did nothing in footing of either her dressing or body voice communication to divert him. If she was built sexy and left with an eternally horny body due to her husband's remissness in bed, then she couldn't assistant it. No force on solid ground can hide a adult female in oestrus, especially a woman blessed with the copious contours and fleshy warmth of Manya. She had a body that craved loving. She had juicy breasts that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy shank that desired a man's warm ghost. She had a massive, protruding, more than proportionate ass that could well be her best plus. It was high, firm, wide-cut and with a curvature that sent viewers'passionateness soaring. There was not one of her husband's acquaintance that didn't want to spank her stacked ass or plunge into her juicy pussy. She didn't caution about their onward motion and over metre she learnt to live with them. Even those long alcoholic parties where men would gratify in pernicious gropes and almost leer input while her hubby would be sizzled left her quite in ascendance. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a wide diverseness of men of all age chemical group lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Binu was always the more demonstrative and physical of the two kids. His hug lingered a little longer than necessity but Manya made no relocation to exempt herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his mother's cheek, this time rather close to the recession of her mouth. Manya felt his young, 12 class old erection thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her pussy moisten again. Binu's acts awakened her sleeping lust. Though xii geezerhood old, his actions were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to grab her, rub his dick against her vast backside and let his hands roam all over his juicy mother's expansive waist. His script groped the fanny of her braless blouse and made enough contact with her knoll to earn her squeal. It was wanton for Manya to give notice her little son's acts as childlike. Only a portion of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to persist so that she was spared of any talks with her sense of right and wrong. Unlike his elderberry bush blood brother, Binu knew his motivation and made his moves very obvious, with no oscilloscope for any communication gap. Manya loved it. It made her feel very wanted and suitable. Binu on the early hand was sure that he was only expressing his extreme dear for his mother.

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

Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her sleeping married man and studied his form as she neared him. He was an column inch shorter than her five feet seven in, slender in arm and thorax but with a pot belly that grew out of sempiternal hours of drinking, both at family and outside. He snored the moment his chief hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their betimes days of marriage when she used to wake him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his pinna lightly while her fingers danced around his flaccid manhood. He would stir in those days and postponement until she would stroke him to semi hard-on. Then suddenly, without warning he would grab her by the waist and turn her around to bring in her lie belly up on the bed. Using his provide hand to drag her saree above her smooth, hot thighs, he would maneuver his half set hawkshaw into her already steaming cunt. A few chivalrous strokes would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his tool into her eager dear nest whenever it slipped out. About 60 s of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out out a measly amount of sperm cell into her womb, which would just about suffice to moisten her just watering slit. With an irritated grunt he would simply roll off her and rush into the bathroom without even looking back. If he did, then he would have seen the writhing, frustrated body of his cover girl married woman, legs spread, breathing heavily and thighs vellication in rising intensity.

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

In the last few years here had been hardly any inspired bouts of love making, which for her lusty soundbox was a neediness surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever choose between her everyday bread and a day-after-day nookie, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh alert. With the usual cockcrow grunt and without the slightest hint of a promising early hard-on, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the privy, not bothering to even wish his beautiful wife.

The present moment her hubby closed the privy door, she heard Deen call out,"Mom, I need help to wash my tomentum ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's privy. 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 underclothes and sitting on a pot when Manya moved across to him, her braless titty swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each step. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's deep and big navel. As Manya hang and washed his hair with shampoo her navel and downhearted belly stared right into his cheek. It was a three-fold feast for the budding youthfulness as his heart absorbed he juicy depth of her belly button and his nostrils inhaled the musky fragrance of her bush, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three bit his shaft shot up in his undies, a sight which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting reactions of her husband and son to the very Saami body. But being the mother, she pretended normality and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her CVA. The fertile suds forced Deen to come together his eye. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into greater arousal. Her big boobs would dip every now and then to press into his head warmly while her genital organ would get to tantalizingly close to his expression, with the olfactory property almost sending him into a lusty stupefaction. The he felt the water system raining down from the exhibitor onto his case and head. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He was not the only one wet. His mother's sexy dead body was drenched all over the top one-half, her nipples poking right out of her wet blouse. The sight was astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jiggling right in front of his face. Deen thought he would shoot out his touchwood without even a feeling. At the Sami time he was transfixed and puzzled by the totality nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son's aroused body. She seemed to be completely free-and-easy in her near total exposure to Deen, her very own son. With her to the full rose hip barely a few inch from his head teacher, she turned around to turn off the rain shower, in the process presenting him with a creative thinker boggling show of her Brobdingnagian ass, covered only by a wet petticoat. The garment made a huge inroad into her butt crack and the whole show was straight out of one of those indulgent erotica flicks which he enjoyed now and then with his pals. But he was better blessed than his admirer because he had daily material life indulgent porn scenes to endure out in his own star sign and with his very own loving mother. A rampantly thought germinated in his brain which seemed to come from out of nowhere -"What if any of his friends were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The thought left him as soon as it came but the seeds were sown. Manya left the bathroom to correspond on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his dick the moment his mother's bodacious ass swayed out of visual sense. He needed the release.

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

"It's getting time for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her argument broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual manner his hands completely encircled her wax waist and caressed the sheepfold at the face with the index fingerbreadth of his properly hand straying into her navel to thumb it in a turn out apparent movement. The carriage lasted one mo of squealing and 60 s of slow and steady pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this show of philia from Binu and only Manya suspected that the tone was quite sexual even from her son's side. But as always, he would stop just when her body began to rat her emotions. He would give up to caress her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his cistron and libido from her slope of the class. But it was still too early to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that someone found her desirable and someone wanted to experience her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. deep, firmly and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if potential right out of her brains.

Feeling fully aroused from all the amorous attention she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree around her wet underwear and went to go around the breakfast on the mesa. The apparel felt taxing and she found herself being slowed down by a silent monotone between her thighs. Involuntarily again, her left deal reached for her genitals. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the apparel for at least 5 bit before the audio of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

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

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

Minutes after they all left, Manya rushed into the bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her clothes off her heat up dead body on the way. She unstrung her petticoat and snap the blouse off her bursting titty as her lust aroused body flopped onto the mild bed. Both hands covered her full phase of the moon breasts, the laurel wreath kneading roughly and the digit pulling at the now piercing tips. Her legs thrashed about as she literally crushed her entire boobs like a demon in heat. Her entire eubstance felt like it was on fire and she thought she would set off if it was not extinguished. Both her hands dropped quickly to her pussy cumulus and she worked her fingers in and out of that rich and heavy zone, causing her thighs to spread, close and spread in a mind boggling sequence of abandonment. She gave herself in totally to the need of her lush, neglected body. Her wasted voluptuousness surged with renewed Leslie Townes Hope every meter she subjected herself to this burst of self gratification. She mewled and moaned as her fingers delved and probed into her squiffy pussy, striking a frenzied rhythm in tune with her wildly raise brain. The passionate starting signal rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full moon rosehip up and down on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny torso to a new height of ecstasy. She felt the tide ascension deep within her loins and it only drove her digit deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its flower and let loose a bursting flood, washing her loins all over, making her fingers reach furious swiftness until the collapse began, first in her loin, then in her finger's breadth and finally in her gold, heavy inner second joint. With receding Passion, she slowly regained rule breathing, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the lower abdomen, feet still apart in a raunchy reminder of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with perspiration and wet with her juices. The unscathed bed sheet was drenched and she silently decided that she would modify it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an hour after her marathon session she rose for a bath. The poise water felt comforting on her still hot body. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her bush and snatch. She stroked, caressed and patted her mound indulgently until a flicker of arousal crept up her spine all over again. Sighing, she stepped out stark naked into her bedroom. She used a reduce livid towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own mitt. She dabbed the light towel all over her gorgeous body until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her prospicient pilus. She wrapped the towel around her hair after ten minutes of drying. Opening her wardrobe, she tried to resolve on what to outwear when her eyes fell on a lightness blue transparent saree and a sheer white blouse. She took both of them into her hands, without as much as a thought for a bra and petticoat. She hated the weight and insistency of undergarment. Whenever potential she simply discarded them. Manya loved to feel the fabric rub against her supple and aphrodisiacal pulp, especially around her glorious pelvic arch and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a trucking rig transparent sari gave a complete exposure of her downcast treasures and fleshy thighs. But she didn't concern. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underclothes and she had the whole day right up to her hubby's reaching to err back into them anyway.

However it did not give to her two sons. She was comfortable without unmentionable in their presence and she guessed they were well-to-do too. In any case there were no obvious signs of embarrassment on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through sarees without a trace of underclothing. rightfulness through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one single garment on her lush body, be it a petticoat and blouse or saree without petticoat. The full garb was for their father, a fact which they came to realize rather former. The idea made them feel honorable and cozy about their sexy mother. They loved her a lot to a greater extent for the extra comfort level she seemed to share with them. It made them sense special - and horny too. And they kept their feelings to themselves - as yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer saree and blouse. It technically covered her whole body but revealed its fleshy, creamy glory to awesome effect. Tied well below her deep and exotic omphalos, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's ample hips and threatened to fall right off her juicy organic structure if she even bent forward a little more than needed. The blouse, a sheer Patrick Victor Martindale White one, worn braless as always was so tight and low cut that half her segmentation was on show right through the flimsy saree. The can of the blouse was almost tucked into the base of her wide knocker, giving them liveliness and bounce as she walked. From the base of her breasts to maybe an in above her bush was a completely let out territory of supercharged material body. Manya's windowpane of seduction was her overweight yet sexy midriff and the horny homemaker was fully cognizant of it. It was huge, wide and bedecked with possibly the deepest and juiciest navel on earth. When she walked in this attire, her second joint and trimmed bush offered themselves to regard in tantalizing peek. Taking the rearward perspective, the saree dipped right down to the bakshis of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily drape itself around Manya's meaty buttocks. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front of any watcher who happened to run into this horny wife and mother of two. Putting it plainly, her whole consistency screamed for a fucking.

The offset of restlessness crept into her lush physical structure and Manya launched into her customary pile caress. She would feel herself after bath for about a few minutes everyday before preparing lunch. Now, while she was in that dreamy spell, she heard the bell ring. She first looked out of the window and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three days to give up vegetables and fruits. Manya rose from the lounge, hand still on her privates and moved to spread the doorway. She kept her hand on her knoll in a partial caress and retained it all the way up to the door, loth to give up the warm moistness which had begun to engulf her lumbus and also forge a small wet patch on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

leftfield to herself, Manya would have preferred to indulge in elongated self ravishment in her introduce mode. Her mind quickly accepted the intrusion but the signals to her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a certain inner discordance, especially between her thigh, where a lilliputian ooze had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the door and peered out to ask if there was any fresh stuff. She kept just her head out of the threshold, her hired man still playing with her snatch through the sheer plica of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her usual alternative of vegetables were freshly and she may like to involve a tone and decide. Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, fingers still playing with her pussy behind the door. With one final jab, she withdrew her hand from where she loved to keep it the most and threw the threshold extensive open. The grocer, a stocky man in his of late thirties gaped in astonishment at her garb, or the deficiency of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to draw his attention. The grocer's mind worked at the velocity of lightness, unable to penetrate the scrumptious mickle in front end of him. He knew from his patronize visit that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a aroused housewife in all his house cut-rate sale over the days. He could spy a hungry twat when he saw one. Over the last one year he had seen Manya in various careless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in ascendancy of things. It was more like she was teasing people rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a cocksucker tease indefinitely and his prick was bound to have its day. Her show told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any clothes. The saree was fully transparent, showing him all of her. The fertile bush, those glorious thigh and the entire midsection, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly button calling tending to his gaze. While she was fingering herself the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her rich and deep navel fully exposed to his view. With the creamy physical body above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the navel resembled a pussycat in need, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to examine some of the leafy vegetables and this made the top half of her sari drop, revealing her generous cleavage with a unclouded vision of her perked up nipples. She didn't realize that her saree had dropped and continued with her genuine project of market picking from his field goal. The grocer's oculus popped right out their sockets and his putz threatened to displume out of the framework it was stretching around his crotch. His potent paw felt a thrill of descent as did every vein in his torso. Manya was decidedly the hottest of his customers and he looked forward to visiting her theatre more to experience the surprisal she held for him in the variant of her dress code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. knocker, pap, navel, midriff, thighs, and bush - every ounce of her juiciest parts was starkly seeable through her dream like garments. The Arab dancers did wear transparent bottoms but at least they wore step-in. Here a middle ripened housewife was treating him to fleshy joy of the sort multitude only dreamt of.

The apparent involvement of Manya with the grocery store basket and her ignorance of the res publica of her boobs suited the grocer and he let his hungry heart travel all over her voluptuous frame, taking in the sexuality oozing out of every inch. His eyes rested for longer import on her hip joint, the exposed percentage of which was like a mass of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only flesh in motive is left for this kind of wanton display and his fauna instincts gradually took over. He shifted closer to her, as if to help Manya load her bag with his clobber. He held the bag up for her while Manya filled it with a cluster of veg. She had to hook her weapon up to do so and in the procedure, her upper berth saree dropped right off her shoulder joint, bureau and waist to rest tantalizingly at her hip joint. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed she was all along to his gaze. Her brass acquired a sudden rosiness but there was no way she could encompass herself up since both her hand were occupied. She looked into the grocer's optic and observed the burning at the stake rage. His tone sent chill up her sticker and a warm flood of juice gushed forth from her loins to further moisten her already wet vulva.

This clock time the blowup of juices was different. They flowed and flowed without a break. The command mechanisms which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his strong gaze. The grocer extended his strong branch towards her exposed coxa and dragged her closer. His manly skin senses did the trick. It was the touch of a man, secure and reassuring. It was also the bag of a testosterone rich Male which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his other hand gripped her right hip to dispatch the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The manful grocer jerked the beautiful wife towards himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent breasts jiggled at his action. His men on her meaty coxa encountered raw heat and he realized that this juicy consistence was being wasted. He could hear a half sob as he strengthened his hold on her lower hip joint and turned her around. Her richly rising buttocks came into hot liaison with his dick and even through the sheer garment, their heat took him by surprise. If ever there was a steamy woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he deal to know.

With one ace tug, the saree came right off her hot hips and fell in a heap at her animal foot. Manya was still in a lusty daze as she allowed him to anything he pleased. She moaned as he felt his workforce caress her plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her tush 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 branch parted on their own agreement and he reached down to carry his squeezing into her inside thighs and finally her seething, soaked pussycat. That set off her accumulated lust initiation and she cried out in helpless craving and fell right down onto her knees.

In that position she presented an awing deal on all quadruplet. Her face was glazed with lecherousness and her ass quivered in wanton lustfulness. She wriggled her hip and pressed backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his pant and brought out his steel hard dick, which was now throbbing with as much anticipation as the horny housewife's pussy. He cast one glance at the crawling physical body of the beautiful womanhood before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a bitch in heat. She needed a roll in the hay and like hellhole, he was going to give her one.

In one single plunge he entered right into her nestle, her wet puss paries giving an over lubricated welcome. Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in lust. He began stroking into her mushy puss with gradual motions. The luxuria crazed housewife screamed for harder strokes and driven by her wanton behavior, he thrust harder and faster. His huge dick, which she hadn't even seen, made furious inroads into her tender but hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new zones of heat. The pumping lasted five scalding minutes and the sheer freshness and Passion of the position overcame both of them. He reached his climax with a boom and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like cunt. 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 nada but peter till he spurted his semen in several long jet deep inside her uterus and all over her vertebral column and ass. He came so much that his virility surprised the under utilise wife.

Like a true ultranationalistic male he just released her articulatio coxae with a oink and quickly buttoned up his trousers before she could turn around. Her still convulsing consistence was recovering from the delicious onslaught and she looked up gradually towards his soundbox. Her low gear glimpse went towards his crotch but was disappointed to see that he had already put his woman pleaser away. There she was, lying well fucked by a dick she didn't even see.

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

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the first two buttons undone as always. Her saree was in her work force and she tried to decide whether to put it on or go for a wash. Her thighs were viscid and some cum still settled wetly over her gusty snatch lips. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her digit over her slit lips and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her digit and brought them to her nose."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the smell. Then suddenly the door bell rang. Surprised and alarmed at the premature ring, she hastily began to assemble the saree over her lay waste to hips. It was a relatively tedious procedure since she did not accept 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 concern about idol in garb since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to be intimate her just s a little while ago coupled with the freshly fucked look still coating her sentiency made the housewife a wee bit shamed. She managed to wear the saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her fork to once again forge a muggy patch out in front man. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his afternoon course of instruction were cancelled and he had no climate to go to the library.

Walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different. Her pilus was disheveled and her saree looked rumpled in a singular fashion. Her scanty blouse was wet with sweat. If it wasn't for the glow on her face, he would have presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen piece of work. As she walked towards the couch in the animation room, he noticed the languid movements of her coxa and the slow rolling wave of her hips. The careen was slower but sexy. It was an unutterable sight but she looked different. Suddenly he noticed the damp while around her crotch on the transparent saree. It looked so provocative, just below her robust bush. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too late to remediate things. In a bid to stimulate the atmosphere more casual, she spread her thighs out and tried to relax on the couch. Her posture became rather lewd for her teenaged son and he began to see the familiar stirring in his loins which looking at his sexy mother for Thomas More than a minute always produced. At this stage Manya asked her son to adopt a bath so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the bathroom, glad that he could hide his arousal.

Manya was still lying in that obscene posture on the couch when she heard the primary door open slightly. She had forgotten to engage it after Deen's arrival. It opened wider and in came the grocer. She panicked and hissed at him to go away, pointing at the john where her son was bathing. But he had not come to leave. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the morning's astounding maturation, especially the relief with which he could recruit Manya's hot snatch. Soon his thoughts led to a bursting hard on and he felt the time was still convenient enough for another go at the gorgeous piece of ass, which would be doing zippo else but masturbating away anyway, according to him. So off he rushed to get his pussy.

When he neared her, Manya whispered frantically to him that her son was around. Not giving a damn, he motioned for her to turn over, unzipping his trousers in the Lapp motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the john door where Deen was. With strong and silent efficiency, he once again gripped her curvaceous rosehip and rock her like a dolly. Manya's body throbbed with renewed lust and her pussy started dripping in record time. The risk in the position was obscured by the heat of his manhood pressing against her already naked ass. He had merely hiked her saree up and thrust his dick right into her will and wet cunt. The pumping began instantaneously and her snatch sinew started clasping his tool in rapacity, milking it to new superlative of passion. She could still hear the shower and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the Same gripe posture. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lustfulness and raptus. Her physical structure responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a rich Elvis of seed bass inside her loins. She absorbed every free fall of his lovable cum and reveled in the sudden and explosive flood tide which the illicit encounter produced. In book speed, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a quick good bye. By the time, she moved from bitch posture to normal military capability, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in delight and out-and-out wonder that she had been fucked twice in no metre. Again she didn't even see the dick that gave her so much joy. But more exciting was the thought that her son was right in the future room, but didn't know about it. How awry she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to emerge from the bathroom. After all 2 dork offs in ten minutes need some time for recovery.

The four youthful vulture left her door and Manya shut it with a mixed feeling. She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the bath. Yet she felt a tingle in her loins and an ache in her knocker from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her broad consent. The cooccurring pressure of four pairs of hands and one dick on her extra wholesome body under the pretext of festivity did its own thing to her somatic reaction and right now she had lost all the shadow of satiation which the two brain blowing orgasms with the milkman and her cousin had given her. Instead her fork and pussy experienced a rejuvenated scabies from all the young caressing she received. The itching was now spreading all over her inner second joint - such was the impingement of raw energy on her mature voluptuous body. After shutting the doorway, she slumped right down onto the floor, her saree still off her shoulders, her soundbox still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighbourhood painter and lensman. Sam was a medium and soft spoken kid next doorway 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 aloof and appreciative rather than physical, which was what most hoi polloi who came into contact with Manya became.

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

"Mom, are you OK ? ”, he called out and rushed to her side. He held her bare shoulders and wondered whether she was going to pass out. Luckily Manya was experiencing just a passing bout of enervation 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 understructure. Manya allowed him to serve her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her full cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his face. Deen was still on his knees as he helped his mother to stand up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the center of attention of a fully subject, huge midriff stared right into his grimace, barely a brace of column inch from his nozzle. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nuzzle poke her umbilicus, making Manya shudder again for a endorse. Deen rose and placed his arms right around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waistline and led her into the bedroom. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to unblock her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly exposed body. He liked the flavour of her squeezy waist form and its amazing elasticity and with a curing cock, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's cheek for a second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the bathroom door opening and rushed out of the way, clutching his erecting, leaving his father to present his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed, with her saree top thrown aside, her expansive midriff and belly spread out to any body's gaze.

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

Manya, whose hands were almost about to locomote towards her pussy, got back to her sensory faculty on hearing her husband's shriek."It's all right. They are just boys and it's Holi. We have to be a part of the locality at least on festal occasions. lead it ”, she reasoned.

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

The main threshold clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's mitt went slowly to her genitalia. It was spontaneous, built on class of experiences. A slacken caress began and she glowingly recollected the morning time's escapade, dwelling a few second longer on Salman's vigorous thrust on her saree covered ass. Her digit probed deeper into her pussy through her thin sari and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting candy kiss on her cervix, buttock, earlobes and finally her brim. The diplomacy with which her sexy eubstance was manhandled by four he-man, without the svelte elbow room for complaint left her astounded and deeply within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the cleaning lady in the area.

Deen entered the sleeping accommodation after his father's departure more to agree on his Mom's condition. He needed no further validation of her wellspring being the instant he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her pussy through her saree. He heaved a sigh of moderation and slowly brought her out of her dream.

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

The pussy caressing mother slowly opened her eyes and told her son that it may be unspoiled to hold off until high noon till the entire neighbourhood is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not make recurrent baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from the hummock she was caressing with a good deal tending. Deen left her on the bed and noted the clock time. It was just half past times nine and the festival was still Danton True 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 mo. She realized that there was some laundry of apparel to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulders. It remained off her shoulder when Manya picked up all the clothes from the toilet and shoved them into the wash machine. It remained off her shoulders when Manya threw her white blouse of yesterday also into the car. And it still remained off her shoulder 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 withdraw her saree and clicked the washing simple machine on. The sudden activation of the machine when her workforce were still on it, sent a throbbing right through her lustful body. She sat down next to the automobile, her left bridge player on the machine and the right script inside her pussy, probing through her saree. For a full ten minutes she caressed herself to the electrical calendar method, thrusting her fingerbreadth right through the garment into her soaked kitty and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

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

Manya had just begun to relax from the surrogate release she had just experienced. She heard another ring of the door bell shape. Deen answered the threshold and came to tell Manya that all the inmates of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbouring building. A total of L invitee were expected, from the families of all friends. A few plot were also planned to make the appearance lively. Manya agreed to descend along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to change out of her submit attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possible action of further drenching, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a indorsement in the mirror and saw that her clothes stuck to her consistency, wetly caressing her sexy curves and made her flavor rather provocative. She quickly shook the persuasion from her mind reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi assembly. Finally putting the sari back onto her sleeveless shoulder joint, she left the house alongwith her elderberry bush son towards the next threshold terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the terrace were two other families and then there was Salman. Manya met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya's gaze too with a sparkling in his eyes. On the patio, everyone's eyes were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since most of them had come prepared for a dawning of fun and secret plan. About 20 char and thirty five men of all old age graced the occasion. Manya was the plunder pick amongst the women and the fact that she came without her married man did not facilitate matters. Every dick on the terrace was rear within minutes of Manya's entry, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

In the first plot, everyone was made to sit in a circle and one person would run around with a handkerchief in handwriting. He would drop the handkerchief behind any person's back and that one had to discover it, pick it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind mortal else's behind. Sam ran around first and after three rounds dropped it behind Manya's aphrodisiacal back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a band. As she ran, her big breasts under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with overstate vitality. Her wet saree hugged her immense stern and they jiggled sexily with every step she took. If viewed in slow move, Manya's run would deliver been the raunchiest run of all prison term for the sheer sexual energy it conveyed. She took three set and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind sexy Manya's ass. Manya didn't notice it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to look behind her ass. She did so and rose with the handkerchief in helping 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 gumshoe stiffening run with her voluptuous eubstance bouncing and swaying all over, boob, ass and all. It was soon very unclouded 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 someone would realise. Salman did and he suggested they play a different secret plan called punishment. Manya sighed and looked at him in relief and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet lumbus again.

In this game the untested fellow member had to pick a name from draw drawn and that gens would induce to meet with a punishment decided by the untried member again. Deen being the youngest picked up a name and often to everyone'surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and read out the selected punishment."shuffle snacks for all 50 multitude in half an minute. select one somebody to help oneself you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a import, wondering whom to pick for help. Her middle first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not agile enough to help her in this kind of job. Noticing Salman's bright flavour in her direction, she pointed her dainty digit in his direction. With a roar, everyone directed the match to the kitchen in the cellar, where the items for sandwich grooming lay. Nobody else was allowed to introduce the basement and it would mean a foul with foster punishment.

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

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

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

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

"We don't have time Salman. snack have to be made ”, she protested. her protest was meek because his squeezing of her half exposed tit had already started the juice manufactory in her pubic region. A steady drip began and her protests thereafter were merely symbolic. Even before the elevator reached the basement, he had her sari right field off her exuberant body and he ushered her out of the lift, saree in handwriting towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a psyche there as per the plot. On his cellular phone phone, he rang up the local eating place owned by his own family and ordered them to return 50 packets of sandwiches within twenty min at the basement. Putting the telephone set away, he looked at her full-of-the-moon consistence, clad only in underskirt and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his regard with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny housewife by the berm and threw her on the basement floor in one ready motility, raising her petticoat over her thighs. One hand mauled her tit while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond honorable mention in double quick time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and flipped herself around, presenting her unit of ammunition, full ass to the young stud who had pawed her so strongly this first light. He had also agreed to help her in the game and that made her more grateful. She bent on all quaternary and shook her ass at him as if to verbalize her gratitude.Things happened in seconds as Salman, who already had his gumshoe out, positioned himself behind the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite decent given the situation. Manya took his poking with gasps and yelps initially. As the herculean pistoning into her pussy assumed a new grade, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful cleaning woman who was the wet dream of the neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to bury their dicks into this hearty cleaning woman's pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon like dummy. He had missed out on her knocker to Sam in the first light but here, he was making up with a vengeance. Boobs and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten minute busrt of Passion of Christ which made Manya's head twisting and twat go baseless with secretion. Her fleshy hips and wide bosom got the ‘ veridical man treatment'from the stud and Manya screamed in lecherousness at every jabbing of his humanness. The warning device in his mobile phone rang to bespeak the elapsing of ten bit and Salman rapidly increased his poking tempo into the wildly elicit wife's lewdly presented pussy."Bitch, pack it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all over her ass and inside her heat love nest.

Manya rose gently, nude except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the passion of his lecherousness. When their combined rage receded, they heard the cellar Vanessa Bell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up his pant and went to pick up the snack which would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the voice of Salman's father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some decision being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a blowjob if there's time"… and saw Salman precipitation in again unzipping his pants. auditory sensation of something being unpack came from the other side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without holdup, said"We have fifteen to a greater extent minutes and my Dad is finishing the snack arrangements. We'll not be late."

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

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

"My good Manya, what are you truning into ”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to enjoy the second piece of ass Salman was throwing into her hungry, steamy cunt. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her body all over and sending her into a advance country of luxuria. Manya gave herself up to his manly rape and continued to milk his shaft with her snatch until they both came together in a shattering orgasm. Her second orgasm in lupus erythematosus than thirty minutes with a maiden time lover seemed so familiar, pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no longer strange to the adulterous woman and mother.

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

The old man could take it no more. Less than two bit were left for the couple to re-emerge on the terrace. He grabbed Manya's fount and gave one long, wet kiss right wing on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went hitch, her hand continuously caressing his pipe organ through the pants. It was Salman's shout that forced the new couple apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and nasty. The elevator began its upwardly movement with the snack cart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a moment peacenik right into Manya's lap, lifted up her sari and dipped his lips straight into her cum soaked puss. Manya gasped in astonishment for the following thirty instant as her young stud slurped her fountainhead jazz kitty-cat like a true lover. Her juices flowed in gratification and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her sari came down the present moment the lift door opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the sunniness of l people.

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

The snack session had almost reached its end when one of the extremity cried out"foul foul ”. Everyone looked in his focusing. He was holding a restaurant tag in his hand which he discovered stuck to the stand of his sandwich mail boat. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under instructions to move out all trace of evidence that the food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to induce overlooked just one packet. The mistake perimeter was small but Manya and he had been caught. The assemblage decided a luminousness hearted punishment for Manya, since even getting caught was portion of the secret plan. Deen was asked to decide on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to learn a skipping circle and run out XXX skips without a break.

Protesting with a laugh, Manya took the rope and began skipping. Her sari was still quite damp and it stuck to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her fully, unhindered white meat danced and jumped in tandem with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a concupiscent, take care blowingly erotic sight, watching the wet, mature char skip in front of an audience of fifty. Deen realised his lunacy in fixing that penalty for his pleasant-tasting mother. But it was too late. Moreover the sight excited him no end. He lost count of her skips and kept gaping, just as everyone on the terrace did. Manya reached ten without any problem. Slowly, the top half of her saree or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each omission and by the metre the sexy female parent reached count XV, it fell right off her berm, leaving the gang in pin drop silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous charms of the fully exposed woman in their presence. Her low worn sari was right at her hip bone, and the full-of-the-moon, vast midsection with the juicy wet bellybutton was ripplingly revealed. Her wholesome midriff flesh jiggled alongwith her melon like chest with the nipples very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by her rich meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a womanhood screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to count normal because any stopping would signify that she would have to start skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with arousal and he suddenly shouted"XXX ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped thirty times or not. nobody objected and the secret plan was over, leaving every male organ on the terrace aching and throbbing. The voluptuous mother heaved a sigh of relievo and readjusted her pallu and waited as masses came back to normalcy from that intensely titillating sight they had witnessed. Deen's heart was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on show and it was all carried on as a game. There could have been no better slew for a voyeur and he stored these persona away in his mind for later use.

To break the ice after that concupiscent display by Manya, someone suggested that they all go to the with child pee tank on the cubic yard below for some last dunking. body of water dunking was usually the 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 female parent came across to her and said"Manya my dear, if I had an ass like yours, I would keep Salman's Padre at family solid day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a modest gumption of guilt trip and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a gentle squeeze to Manya's enormous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the sometime hoi polloi. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their brittle bones. Many of the womanhood were also dunked, with utmost charge and soberness. A few teenage little girl were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to squall, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those fille. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his voluptuous female parent's turn was almost due. It was Salman's Father-God who took the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into the army tank when cypher else was in it. fifty dollar bill pairs of eyes took in Manya's wet, drippingly sonsy form as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank car. Her saree stuck to her total breaking ball and the lift circumstances dug into her ass crevice giving a crystallise depiction, removing any sensation of mystery about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pocket billiards and her total body rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of water in her deep navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their natural language out. Pin bead silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however hear a resident physician grumble to himself, clutching his crotch,"Desh is a prosperous bastard."The man standing next to him also heard him and he added a rejoinder,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed daily with that piece of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this raunch with a mixed sensory faculty of ira and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw little untimely in the ultimate physical formulation of a mental impulse. He secretly wondered how his mom would subscribe it if all the men in the vicinity made a beeline for her when her husband was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The mo she rose from the tank, Salman himself carried her by her full waistline and dunked her all over again. She squealed this time, liking the familiarity of his strong hands and even managed to drag out him too into the armoured combat vehicle with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the consortium, staggering to regain ground. In the cognitive operation their consistency met, his private parts against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few bit, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the tally lovingness the yoke in the tank were displaying. The fair sex being his mother added a fiery light to his thought process. For the next five instant 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 additional impropriety on her still incognizant self, Manya felt that intimate frisson in her loins. This was not the billet to leave in to her urges. She struggled out of the end man's groping hands and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the nearest in the building. The festivities were as sound as everlasting and people were clearing up.

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

Sam's middle took in her wholsome, well stacked form and licking his lips, he led her into his house. Deen's eyes followed his mother's wet ass, which could have as well been naked. But it was lustier than au naturel and hornier than nude in that tightly clinging wet sari. He felt that he may wish to give it a exhaustive spanking public treasury she yelped.

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by Quaker 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 account of the light picnic caressing her wet peel. He led Deen's mother inside his apartment and guided her to the bathroom. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the sunrise's action and could need another half an hr. Recognizing Manya's urgency to take a pee and her equally urgent penury to rid herself atleast of the drip mould in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for her hairsbreadth. Manya tread softly on the carpeting, hoping the colour urine drip from her juicy body would not damage the carpet. Her whole body was coated in red, including her facial expression. If she were to constitute a first appearance in this manner, none would pick out her by case. But now everyone in the area would recognise her by her voluptuously stacked consistency, more so by her flaring ass with the big cigarette loving cup. Almost all the men would recognize her blindfolded by feeling too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the neck of the woods wet dream and yet she maintained her own aura and control over things, managing to wee-wee everyone feel exclusive and special. In forgetful nobody would fuck and recite on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The all house was unsounded as Manya entered the bathroom and left the threshold clear for Sam to bring the drier later. She could have shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her sari around her waist, she sat with her raw 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 presence, bunched up, but covering her thigh over the toilet bum. Then she removed the saree pallu from her berm and squeezed it too, draining all the pee from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a throbbing in her loins. This prison term the throbbing relaxed only the pee force per unit area but retained the early pressure - the atmospheric pressure of her accumulated horniness. The entire daybreak she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water supply and also experienced the exhibitionistic thrill of being on show during the piddling game. The completely series of events where she was treated as a pure lust object, but under the overall dress of self-regard gave her a licentious thrill. The two full-bodied nookie 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 dyad of eyes simply boring into her luscious form. She did consider fillet when her pallu had dropped, but in a wicked fit of horniness, she had continued. The scores of workforce that had felt her wet body up at the piddle armoured combat vehicle only served to stimulate her desires higher and higher and she was fighting a valiant battle not to let her arousal appearance. Doing all this in battlefront of her son Deen did bother her for a mo but she was sure that he would sympathize it was all share of the festivity. Her peeing mo were also moments of sexual self-contemplation and as the last few dip of pee dripped out of her juicy snatch, she felt decidedly ruttish and awakened.

In a bid to rise and even out the lavatory, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam's sudden entering with the drier made her drop-off the saree in her bridge player out of surprise. She lay seated on the toilet seat, saree spread around her thigh, potty buttocks and reaching the trading floor. Her chest was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful titty through the moistness, thin out blouse. They were swaying all over the place in come near total photograph all morning and even her toughened nipples were titillatingly exposed to the world. But now in the silence of his bathroom, with two blouse clit off, their generous segmentation made a oral fissure watering deal, as did Manya's awkward place on the can seat in an even more awkward condition of having pissed and not flushed the toilet. She couldn't wage hike now, since Sam had already entered the bath and it would wait embarrassing. She waited for Sam to realise her predicament and perhaps leave. She also noted the curious look in his eyes and followed their gaze to look at her own chest and dumbbell. She gasped when she saw that her teat had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The solid area from below her breasts down to six inch beneath her navel was fully open, with the smooth, sarcoid curves forming a aristocratical congregation around her waist. The fold was very perk up and Sam's artistic mind visualized a picture of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in diverse flimsy costumes.

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

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

"Well whatever you say Mrs. M,"said Sam, surprised at his own boldness and struggling to insure his erection. Manya looked so delectable and sexy on the toilette buns and the diplomacy of the situation added to the lustiness.

Manya looked cursorily at his genital organ and smacked her backtalk. She also liked boys who fumbled sometimes. They looked cute. Here Sam was not only cute but the expression of pure adulation in his eye was touching. She understood the event she was having on him with her lascivious posture."You can dry my hairsbreadth if you feel like it Sam,"she said much to his amazement.

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

The here and now Sam shut the drier, she dragged his hired man over to her full breasts and mauled them over his hands. She unhesitatingly reached below her torso and yanked out her saree all the way up to her waist. Two hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the mo had come to carry off some of it. As Sam's custody kneaded her breast in unwavering regular recurrence she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the right-down pauperism of this fountainhead mauled mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was able-bodied to take all that robust treatment and barefaced exposure in the break of day. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his dick all over her moaning look. She sobbed in foreplay and on seeing the rock hard hammer dangling before her oculus, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suck and clobber it, doing more sucking than licking. She was hot and impoverished now. Her puss began to cream off and dribble half way into the loo alongwith her soaker ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her pegleg apart on either face of the can. Sam understood her intent and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet buttocks 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 puss before him, the pussy juices having superimposed themselves on her water smelling. The mixture was rather heady and he dipped his school principal down and inhaled the odor, kissing her outer rim in the process. Manya thrust her pelvic girdle upwards in seething lust and gripped his read/write head, dragging it into her boiling bitch. It was a vulgar sight of the horny housewife with her back on the crapper seat and her legs and pelvis wrapped around her teenage lover's head, high in the air. She felt a gnawing in her loins and she lowered her snatch from his typeface and spread her thigh wantonly on the bum in a half reclining posture. Sam needed no further invitation and he simply shoved his bursting turncock into the horny mother's inviting snatch. The two of them started rapidly fucking each other. Sam wanted to delight the voluptuous mother as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate thrusts, making for certain that uttermost incursion was achieved. He went on for a wax five minute of arc before his teenage ebullience could not hold it any more. Manya could find him cumming.

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

The whole horny clash took just half an 60 minutes and they both realized the pauperization to move out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to tidy up. Manya looked at her brass and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her brass had removed much of the red color and her face was clearer and more recognizable than before. She decided there was no sentence to wash her face. There was no time to wash her pussy either and she simply downed her saree and walked daintily out towards the chief door. As she was leaving the doorway, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to give thanks them for using their gutter. Deen was with them too. Deen could only theorise about the possibleness of his mother's adultery in the in conclusion half an time of day but couldn't exactly put his finger on it. He was however happy that she could atleast wash her font a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the coloring material was off. Of row she glowed and glowed.

With his pleasant-tasting, lusty mother still clad in that licentious blue saree clinging damply to her immense arse, her derriere offer clearly highlighted and her entire cover bare, right from the bottom of her thin out blouse to the pep pill stub flash, Deen led her back to their abode next door. He did not acknowledge Salman give one fond, fleeting squeeze to his Mom's well utilise ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a stone on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi festival was over, they were in for a surprise. The consequence they entered their gate, they were blasted with a strong atomizer of water, which didn't stop for about one wide minute. They couldn't make out the sprayer but Deen could vaguely make out the tall and athletic form of his in force 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 design when he hosed them both and it was quite the done thing on Holi. But on seeing the commonwealth of his friend's mother after the drenching, his tool shot up in no time and he stood speechless, staring at the consuming explosion of curves on the sexy cleaning lady before him. Deen noticed both his acquaintance's amazement and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the entire locality over the ample consistency of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no ostensible sweat at reserve on her part.

Manya didn't have a go at it how to respond to the brisk drenching received, this prison term from her son's best buddy. Prem was tall and athletic and many a time Manya wished that one of her sons would be like Prem, strong and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled, he would one day make some woman very happy. Maybe women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her soaking, she welcomed Prem in and decided to gear up lunch for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed woman into the home, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge dorsum, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low saree and the few inches of blouse cover at the top. Two intemperate ons followed the juicy, well employ ass inside and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well originate the food preparation. But before she could put her intellection into action, she heard the haphazardness of son screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning home, not alone but with four of his friends, all aged 12. They were wild and joyous like all boys of that age and seemed perdition hang on dragging others into their merriment. She looked on in amused happiness as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a little water sprinkler on his face. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their antics. Their next target was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their best friend's own brother and not a alien like Prem. One of them smothered his cheek, while another climbed onto his back and held him for others to spray water system with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a full two minutes, but didn't want to shout at the child. The moment they were through with Deen, they turned their attending to their best friend's mother. A great surge of familiarity and affection surged Forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her full body, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could encircle their manpower. Their heads nuzzled her heart repeatedly, while their handwriting kept circling and hugging her defenseless waist and back. Two of them withdrew to fondle her expression with color. Manya bent a little lower berth to enable them to reach her cheek. Two male child concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted features, running their colouring material coated paw in designs around her impudence, nose and cervix. Within a few seconds Manya felt her saree top fall off while she was bent. She held the saree pallu one hand without covering herself up because the insistent boys did not give her the metre to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and bent in her thinly, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously delightful hatful for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to notice whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a unassailable gaze and also saw Prem's dick stiffening in his tight blue jean. Almost all of her breast 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 configuration. His hands sought her exposed belly button and his crotch jab warmly into his best-loved asscheeks. His color coated hands fingered her belly button from behind an he continued to thumb it till he was satisfied that it was filled with red colour. Manya gasped in tickling at this stroking and the pressure of his quick dead body against her ass. Binu moved his hands from his Mom's big navel and ran them all over her creamy belly and endanger destiny of her pelvic arch. That was a lot of flesh and expanse to cover if he had to color it fully. He ravished his female parent's soundbox with his joyous, gay ghost, but the tinge for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to retain a smiling while two others were stroking her face and even coated her rosy backtalk in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused woman and she struggled to defend normalcy in torso language. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching mole and with the blood simply pumping their veins. Deen thought that he would burst a pedigree vessel. He shifted behind a wooden cabinet in the room and started stroking his dick from outside, hidden by the piece of furniture. In an equally randy State was the warm Prem who couldn't take any longer and he too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both friends looked at each knowing and understanding the other's stipulation. Deen also felt he had an intimation of the future.

The two supporter watched Manya's ripe dead body being felt up in childlike gloat and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the minute. It was unclouded that all the attention on her soundbox 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 meek angriness towards her son, but to her soreness two other nestling who couldn't reach Manya's face now took over the void created by Binu. Now two couplet of men were squeezing the sexy mother's massive midriff from behind in full, rank frenzy, but the horny cleaning lady could do nothing because they were fry and virtually certainly had no sexual intent. She allowed them to feel and gloss her and relaxed her body. The here and now she did that, she felt three manus dragging her backwards so that Binu and his acquaintance could spray H2O on Manya. At that moment, as fate would have it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thump on her big ass and lay plane on the floor, saree flung away from her chest, her nipple, boob, the entire midriff almost upto her bush fully revealed to the public. She writhed around low and tried to surface but all five boys chose that moment to take out their plastic water sprinklers and nebulizer water system on her alky, exposed body.Deen and Prem were appalled and Prem thought he heard a painful groan from his friend. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the battlefront of his trousers a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to deliver plethora for both. Instead he turned to the sight before him.

The luscious body of the housewife was writhing obscenely on the floor while five boys simultaneously sprayed water all over her. She didn't even screeching or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy organic structure, taking in the rain on her face, bosom, waist, belly and thighs. The male child soaked her with zest, one of them catching her right field on her snatch. Since the spraying was strong and rivet, Manya let out a moan. Her bitch was already dripping for the net few bit and mingled with the wetness of their sprinkling and the dampness of her sari. Binu, her son was aiming his nebuliser rightfulness at her navel and he kept the spraying until the water was over. The sight was outrightly earthy and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated dick ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked body. He was out of controller now and so was Manya. The five kids including Binu may not ingest 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 game would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

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

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

The acute intimate backlash of time of day of exposure and body groping turned the horny female parent of two into a batch of supercharged flesh, that would captivate flack if the heat in her drippage pubic region was not cooled. Her dope were trembling on their own accord and her heavy hips heaved about gently as if the weighting of lecherousness was too practically. She felt an aching all over her repeatedly drenched dead body and she could get word herself sobbing in tremendous unsatisfied lust. Deen was stunned and he went over to hold his mother by her over aroused shoulders. The intense heat which emanated from her consistency almost made him recoil in cushion. Her face wore a mask of lustfulness as she looked up in a sexual haze. Deen decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the Doctor. Please be with Mom until I return ”, he said and bolted out of the house. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her heart. His strong mighty feeling and her lust charged needy look met in a perfect exchange. She was quivering when he held her by the waist. His manly grip made her chill and she went hobble in Prem's subdivision. Holding her by her hips, he made her kneel on the floor, removing her saree in one single motion. No speech were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy look. No words were needed too. He brought out his huge cock and placed it at the entrance of her kitschy bitch. His deal held her by her full and hot breasts. The overall oestrus in her body amazed him even in his own horny state. He withdrew his tool from Manya's kitty-cat after an initial probe. He heard her whimper, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him. The gripe needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to give it.

For the next ten proceedings, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his huge cock in and out of the horny Manya's ruttish goose. Her voluptuous body jerked and vibrated under his tremendous onslaught. He was simply ravaging her wet and willing hole. She began to wail and riot and continued her gamy pitched response to his steady, hot strokes into her dynamite twat. Loud guttural consonant sounds came from the horny mother as her son's full friend balled the pit out of her lusty, stacked torso. Every inch of her boozer human body responded to this explosive fucking. His custody mauled her already well mauled boobs. But she felt the grip and heat to be so uncivilised, that she felt her nipples may bust out of her soft and truehearted mounds. She thrust her alky, hot posterior back at his dick begging him with moans and beckoning him cryptical with gruff grunts. It was mating of the mellow intensity and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son's pal and with the main door right heart-to-heart. They didn't notice or precaution. The fucking continued in its illicit intensity till the horny mother felt the first-class honours degree flood of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing rhythm, he timed his release to co terminate with the voluptuous married woman's own sequential orgasms. He shot lode and loads when he came. Manya felt her entirely insides being washed with his potent seed and her purulent continued to throb and hold tight fiercely at his ejaculating dick for five more than transactions. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this fountainhead by a cock of this size.

The macho-man slowly withdrew his dick from his acquaintance's mom's snatch and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the main door was open. It was left open up deliberately by Deen himself. He had to sneak back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a doctor but a goodness strong fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the first place. He sighed and looked down. His tool hung hitch, much to his relief. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton act of criminal conversation. He saw his own mother getting the fucking of her liveliness. And she got bonk pooch style, like a true bitch in heat.

Chapter 10

The two-timing wife stirred gently, her naked broken organic structure pressed against her offspring lover's, in a obliquely embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her entire consistence by people of all ages had carried her lust to a tiptop when she was sprawled wet on the background before her sons, writhing More out of hot pants than any need to escape their soaking of her voluptuous body. She opened her centre and looked into Prem's eyes, unaware that her son Deen was in the background, unobserved but watching every drift of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's thick eyes and a wave of gratitude flooded her interior. He was her knight in shining armor who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with relish, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his hawkshaw still inside her drenched pussy and while stirring noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at this discovery of his youthfulness and kissed him softly on his centre, licking some of the beads of exertion, her hands holding his oral sex, while she felt him doing the Saame to her face. Prem licked Manya all over her face, his lips dabbing at her cheeks, neck opening and eyes, while his handwriting hugged her juicy body even harder to himself in a strong gesture of take over. Manya was gladdened at this display of warmth and she purred her acceptance by thrusting her luxuriant pelvic region even closer into him, feeling his cock get down a hardening process while her juices began to spread over it. Deen, who had watched his friend give his Mom her toilsome ever fuck, took their stirring to be a sign of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the house and yield 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 place, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the room access, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one finale look at his female parent's juicy asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her face was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a word of farewell motion. He left the place, leaving the threshold as it was.

Feeling Prem's dick Menachem Begin to stab into her slit, Manya stimulation was back into count. She twisted her lower consistence, as if trying to reset the positioning, when her read/write head fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully open door. Alarmed but not showing any precipitance in reaction, she relaxed her body against his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature lady's headache, decided to close the doorway. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his erect prick from her sloppy pussy. The sudden emptiness made the horny Manya suspiration and sob but she waited with flame up eyes for him to come together the door. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the exclusively piece of garment which she had on. Prem closed the door and turned to the defenseless, waiting female parent. He walked slowly across the room, his hard shaft swaying gently, hitting his venter with every gradation. It looked like a hot, blade rod to the raw, motiveless womanhood on the flooring. He moved and sat erect on a sofa and continued to look at Manya, with a twinkle in his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled across the room towards him, her lush physical structure taking five twist to strain him, each spell highlighting her copious asscheeks in the most salacious fashion imaginable. She reached the lounge and looked up for her eyes to run across his throbbing cock. Reaching out, she held it by her manus, using its hardness to spring up and face him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his admirer's female parent. Manya kept stroking his cock and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her puss. Prem's dick entered with a swishing sound, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his head lovingly, while he held his hands up to gouge and squelch her juicy breast in a clockwise apparent movement, occasionally letting his finger tweak her pap. Manya rotated and shifted her pelvic arch before settling into a heaving up and down question on the hard cock, feeling it poke and reach rightfulness upto her belly. His harshness facilitated great passage for the aphrodisiac womanhood's push and she did so in irksome and uninterrupted apparent motion, building up a delectable yet searing cycle. Her son's skillful friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in the process helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well orchestrated sex lasted five slow, loving mo where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their bodies seemed like parts of one entity and looked fill in only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spirt were foresightful and deep, each spurt being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly shortening fit. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest deep tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off balance, but allowing her to relish the strength, grip and sheer joy of physical bonding with her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his eyes and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a serious ally of his. He looked like a boy with strong Interior Department and discreetness. When he kissed her there was passion, and there was also care. The pig out mother suddenly wondered whether she would feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The thought made her frisson but she realized that there was little to opt between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the mouth. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was certain that the day was near when Binu would snog her on the brim. He was belligerent and he was physical. On her part she would hold on none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent growth and mail inharmonic impetus about sexuality. They had to determine about sex the natural way and they had to determine about sexual propriety also the natural way, even if it was a bit delayed and at the price of her own soreness. All her spirit, she never said no to a hug and never refused an improvement from decorous males. For her sons she believed that the greatest study was self discipline. But deep within she felt that she may possess to play a character in Deen's actualisation. He was too mute, 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 chest and his putz one-half out of her ravished pussy, she decided that the moment was later.

The time was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the house, leaving Manya naked on the couch, contented and smiling. She went naked to the doorway and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of events. There could not stimulate been a better day for her soaker, sex starved physical structure. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before the entire locality and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny males of all age 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 rich fucks her indigent body had ever been given. The rattling matter about it all was that none of her ravishers made her tactile property slutty about the altogether thing. She still felt she was in command."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 laundry finally and with a sigh, examined her naked eubstance in the mirror. Her luscious chest hung like right fruits on her extensive, fair chest and as she moved her custody over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive waist and belly. Her fingerbreadth stopped at her belly clit. For a endorse she dug into it gently as if to ascertain and distinguish what was it that made her son Binu so trance by it. The instant her finger's breadth stroked inside its deepness, she felt a moistening in her pubic region and a throb right down from her grim abdomen. She could feel her puss fare alive and the impulses almost carried upto her navel. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for encourage 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 explore, she thought with a sense of surprise, but not with any alert. She was never alarmed by somebody wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the buzzer pack. She knew it was Deen. Having no time to dress, she took a biggish towel and wrapped it around her entire, defenseless physical body and went to afford the door. Along the way, as was her habit, her right script, wound its way under the towel to caress her pussy, which had plenty of Prem's cum on it. It was prissy to palpate the ooze and she slipped nearly one-half her finger inside her twat, to pull together all the wetness. Before any serious probing could begin she reached the door and opened it with her left helping hand, removing her right hand from her pussy at the same time. She saw Deen with two bags.

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

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

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

Deen felt the sharpness of the odour from his female parent's hand and inhaled, confused over its source."Your hand flavour shady Mom, what's it ? ”, he asked, entering the room and placing the dish on the dining table.

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

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

Manya sat at the tabular array and the two of them noiselessly ate for the succeeding ten minutes, not at all surprised at how athirst they were.There was no mention about the Dr. Deen had left the sign of the zodiac to predict. On finishing, Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and rose to wash her hands. Deen watched her social movement with interest group, particularly observing her vast asscheeks jutting out at the alkali of her hips and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulder looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the exposed domain from her knees to her naked ft served a horny reminder of the day's consequence and the highschool octane action his mother's lush body had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trousers as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a storm attention when she said"I'm going to bath Deen and I'll Call you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need aid 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 low time since the previous day, began to bask a full fledged bath. She felt the weewee cascade over her bountiful breasts and flow teasingly all over her body, destiny of it flowing right into her slit, cooling her passions and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her well ravished, glowing human body and for a total ten minutes she revelled in the twin joy offered by the hard shower and her own detrition. She couldn't say that she missed having a Bath with all the merciless dunking she received that good morning, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy body. The tub now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her expression with a naughty smile and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't orbit it to rinse the colour away.

"Deen could you please do and help me ”, she called out through the half open up door. She had left the door candid for Deen to make out in later, but was herself naked during her luxurious bath. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly splendiferous body through the vertical slit at the corner of the door and the here and now she called out, he entered just in time to see her wrap her towel around her shank and bend her binding towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's wide wet back with the subdued frame around her flaring waistline. She had tied the towel almost at the commencement of her asscrack. Her back was red from all the colouration, except in small patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soaped mitt to reach her at the waist, his hands getting drawn to the sexy fold on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her spine. Not wanting to repulse him, she let him hold her by her nude shank for a while, before whispering"My back Deen. Remove all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a prime, he moved his hands, initially along her incline and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like broad white meat. Manya had her hands across her breast and submitted herself to his workforce as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain cherry-red orbit where the colouring material didn't come off easily. Manya didn't feel anything adverse in either his rubbing or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scouring of his mom's lush back that his hands got sluggish and irksome and his respiration heavier. The sexy mother felt her son's breath on her naked, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool him. She quickly turned on the shower and the spraying of sang-froid weewee wet both mother and son as they stood within a understructure of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, ineffective to harbour his erection. He was drenched too within no sentence and find out his mother's full laughter.

Her husband's disgusting behavior net night had left Manya Sir Thomas More than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her fail consistency. Now after being subjected to some cursory candy kiss and gropes he had sped off, leaving her raw and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the remotest mite of remorse for having left her gamy and dry at his boss'company 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 merit his attitude or his dimension. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her naked consistency as if in reassurance but realized with a grinning that the high up voltage fucking she had been receiving over the hold out yoke of Clarence Day were a far groovy self-confidence of her desirability. And the fact that she was capable to draw teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous body and will them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a total flesh attraction who drew men and son of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of feels and squeezes which her immature son had subjected her to that sunrise. Even without trying, she related more through her body to people rather than the mind and she resigned herself to the fact.

Battle of 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 husband's bearing in the bedroom. Her comforter levels with nakedness had been rising over prison term and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The present moment Deen left the house, Manya raised her nude body off the bed and went across to shut the room access. She was naked in the self-assurance that she would now be alone in the sign of the zodiac. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the couch and spread one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the former leg down. Keeping her bridge player around the broken abdomen, she clicked the television on and saw some songs being telecast. The aroused housewife looked quite repulsive in that posture with her pinkish cuntlips being panoptic open in eccentric there was a spectator. Crusted cum down payment decorated her intimate second joint and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bath. After watching two raunchy issue, Manya herself began to experience raunchy and started to envisage herself in the hands of the various less artistes who always got to fumble and feel the lead danseuse in those vocal. A lunar time period of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would appear on degree being thoroughly felt up by ten young and strong male professional dancer. She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy identification number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell annulus. The sexy housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no clothes were within reach.

"Who's it ?"she called out from her libidinous position on the lounge. She was relieved to discover a female voice reply. It was Sanaa, the neighbor's 17 yr old daughter. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a minute of arc ”, called out the bare woman as she quickly went into the sleeping room and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a modest towel over her dresser and went to open the door for Sana'a, her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the thin towel.

Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman's organic structure from head to toe. Manya was her perfection and Sana's cause for idolizing her was that all the locality boy, kept talking only about Manya in number lust and awe rather than about younger little girl like herself. Even her swain Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would experience a hard time warding off former guys from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon vine like breasts, swung freely, unchained by any restrictive clothing. She was also complicate that Manya's nipples were erect even at this time of the day. She knew little about Manya's appetence for voiceless sex and her ever corneous inclination. In her eyes she was the in effect housewife who couldn't help it if she was blessed with a well stacked, knock out eubstance. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every time the stripling poked her shank to tell her she was very desirable even for womanhood. It was cheerful raillery. Suddenly Sana'a said,

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

A bit flummox, Manya thanked her sweetly.

"I mean very sexy auntie 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 Sanaa"?.

"Everyone aunty Manya. I heard all the old men go barbarian, 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 futurity Aunt Manya,"she warned innocently.

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

The food arrived shortly and with the food came Salman and Sam. Both were at the restaurant when Sanaa called and they decided to impart it themselves. Salman had Manya in intellect while Sam had Sana'a also in psyche. When Manya saw the boys arrive, she slipped into the bedchamber and put on a short green transparent saree over the half-slip and a sleeveless blouse, braless on her chest. She noticed after wearing it that the blouse, already low cut, had the top push torn off. She shrugged and went to greet the boys.

The guys were in high spirits with Sam constantly teasing Sana'a and salman giving hungry smell towards Manya. After a while, Manya decided to fetch the plates and lay the food for thought on the table. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The instant they went into the kitchen, Salman caught hold of the voluptuous married woman by her generous hips and knife thrust into her saree covered ass, his deal fully covering her braless blouse and milking her nipple. Manya resisted for a while in soreness but knew that she couldn't for too long. She kept eyeing the living way, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly decide to help out too. Manya's hired man tried to meet some plates and knockout together while her pussy tried to fight off the gushing juices from deep within her pubes. The Danton True Young adolescent showed great anxiety in his mauling of the wellspring endowed wife's body from caput to toe. His work force covered her dress physical body everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his hand right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a strong travelling bag. Manya gasped and let out a light squeal. Her torso began to receive the familiar concussions and her breasts were already quivering from his pawing. She was scared they would be heard. Salman suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen,"Hey Sam we forgot the Elmer Reizenstein but brought all the other cup of tea. Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sanaa may like to add up 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 Sir Tim Rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his sentence with the beauteous Sana while Salman had the souse and aphrodisiac Manya justify and horny. The door closed and the head gate opened for the unlawful couple. Standing in the same home, Manya and Salman began a rapid firing fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen table. In the last two Clarence Day the kitchen mesa was used for anything but nutrient preparation. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his young side as he pumped into her, Manya was all transport as the young scantling's stab drove the blue sky of her hubby's pretermit away. Her knocker rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounce, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly flirt them as if wanting to come down them to mush. Manya's lust skyrocketed to great heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheat sex starved body. Five minutes of ceaseless pounding into the lusty housewife's cunt had Salman spewing out spoonfuls of cum deep inside her womb, hugging her wholesome body ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Manya to be so dishonour. His zip pleased her and his cock still felt hard inside her sodden pussy even after the banging he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his natural language greedily.

Not letting Salman's cock out of her slit, Manya shifted the two of them in little saltation towards the bedroom. A surprised Salman understood her design and let himself hop along with her right onto her bed. The tactile property of his still erect turncock in her cum washed cunt continued to stoke the fires in her belly. She craved for another pounding. A young man always came quickly first. But youthful rooster shot back to erecting quickly too. Her ripe physical structure could never be satisfied with a single rhythm of sex. She craved for the next round of drinks ravenously. She was a bunny rabbit for the second fuck. She was a slave to unseasoned cock.

Knowing they had at to the lowest degree another ten minutes the sex charged couple took off on the adulterous mother's married bed. It was the bed on which she spent pregnant months with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into delicious slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her learning ability fucked out of her by the vicinity stud. Again here, he was fucking her doggie dash. She was on all quadruplet and he was ramming her juicy cunt from behind. Their commingle juices trickled out down her voluptuous thigh to soak the bed sheet fully. The screwing and the soaking continued for the following ten proceedings, during which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out on ecstasy without the awe of being heard. She gave full vent to her bursting passion by imploring him to fuck her hard and true.

"ass me gruelling Salman ”, she begged."piece of tail my pecker starved pussy. shag your friend's horny Mom,"she wailed, surprise Salman with her wantonness. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs. M could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was extramarital. He literally rammed and rammed his steely putz in and out of her pulsating puss till the stage came when she was about to clobber. He could feel her puss muscles tighten around his thrusting rooster and the milking get more frenzied. His absolute mauling of her heaving knocker reached full-grown proportions and finally both of them collapsed in a mickle on the creaking bed, going through convulsive orgasms with Salman lying on top of the mature woman's vast ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her release. The coupling couple looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five minutes to disentangle themselves from each other's hold.

Salman pulled up his trousers and said"Let me help you dress Mrs. M ”, and went over to tuck her saree into her shank. He squeezed the figure there in approval, drawing a moan from the well fucked female parent. They tidied each other up as best as they could and went into the sustenance elbow room just in clock time to hear the Vanessa Stephen. Sam and Sana'a entered with flushed aspect on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any questions and the two couples ate in sum secrecy. It was a full repast and took Thomas More than fifteen min. Manya felt a small soreness in her pussy and once in a piece cupped it with her left mitt in the course of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his lips. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's involvement create a farther ripple in her get down belly.

After the meal, Sana said she had to see an art year and requested her brother to send away her. She wanted to be free of Sam because of the fearfulness of any uncertainty in Aunt Manya's mind about them. Aunt Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state, as Salman led his sister out of the house, agreeing to flatten her. He closed the room access shut behind him, not looking at Sam.

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

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

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

"Don't vexation Mrs. M. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the mitt of the sexy homemaker and made her lie down flat on the sofa. Sam kissed her face all over lovingly and even lapped her fret beads in a tender appearance of affection. He kept kissing her for a full five minutes all over her grimace and brim, holding her full articulatio humeri and then gradually moved his promontory to bury it in the full pitcher on her chest. He bit the nipple though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this clock time making Manya clutch his forefront. He spent another five minutes on her white meat, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her full and Brobdingnagian middle. Manya gasped as his rim found her omphalus and let out a fully arouse groan, long enough to let him sympathise that he had her almost at his mercy. After his nibbling covered the intact territory of her venter and exposed hip, she was a heaving mass of physical body before him. The sexy mother heaved her hip and jerked them towards his face. The very realize, medium painter then raised the horny mother's saree up to her waist and dipped his head right into the mature adult female's twat. His tongue probed like a paintbrush into her dripping pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's eubstance throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her helping hand gripped his hair and she pushed his head into her steaming slit, so that his tongue could go deeper and bass. Sam obliged the lecherousness aroused older cleaning lady, inhaling her musky aroma with a gaudy sniff, which made her pussy lips dancing with pleasure and warmth. Sam led the sore woman out of her soreness with his diplomacy and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, legs splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ piece of tail Me'written in sheer letters all over her epicurean, well used consistency. She looked pleadingly towards her young lover, her eyes doing the asking.

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

Long, deep and unfaltering came the strokes of his cock in and out of Manya's kitty-cat. She raised her hips to provide the tabulator jabbing and he held her hips to endure the thrusts. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor. The sedate jump rose to a crescendo which lasted another five proceedings. Incredibly their piece of ass continued unabated for another five hour till Sam felt Manya's cunt muscles gripping his tool harder and harder until they suddenly released their hold. He gave one final violent thrust into her boil pussy just then to fourth dimension his sack with hers. Both their releases were noiseless, filled with mutual ease and understanding. It was the mating of souls.

Manya never felt this wellspring loved before. She hugged Sam strong to herself and shower his grimace with hot and sweaty kisses for long moments. She lay in his arms for a prospicient time, feeling the rage drain out of her fountainhead fucked trunk. She felt fully ravished. She felt refreshed and glowing too. She felt cherished. She felt like a true womanhood. Sam on his part, 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 make a great and natural model for his brush or camera.

Manya, not realizing her lover's intention, rose as she heard the clock ten-strike three pm. It was getting time for her men to embark on arriving one by one. She whispered the Saami to Sam, who also rose, holding her by her naked waist, stroking her boozer ass as they gathered themselves together.

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the good afternoon and Manya's ripe physical structure was already pleasured by four Whitney Moore Young Jr. studs, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive lover. Each was a unlike experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, slow down sex. Manya loved both. The rush sex with the fearfulness of getting caught stifled her speech sound but raised her liberation story to uninfluenced vizor. The relaxed screw spread the impulse to all section of her aphrodisiacal dead body making every stomate of her skin glow in reception. Here, lying marginal ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glow, making Sam gaze in continued amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring eyes. Then her eyes turned mild and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his hands cupping her radiant face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the luxuria temporarily out of her system was a bit interested about the time. In about half an time of day, her sons would arrive. Her husband would come to gather his bags before leaving for his flying but she could never predict the clip of his arrival. But she was sure he would leave soon after his comer in a lachrymation hurry. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more than time they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big breasts softly. His after sex caper was very tender and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet sassing from his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say.

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

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

Fully understanding his mind, Manya turned redder than ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew they had very trivial or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that extra special manner. But she was confused and lost for time. Sam took the enterprise and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of honey. Before the sexy wife could babble out, he opened it and poured a few pearl right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussycat. That made the beautiful charwoman gasp in joy and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his spit spread the dearest all over her pussy lips, dragging the sweet liquid deeper to circle her love bud. The horny housewife's legs were wrapped around her young lover's top dog on the couch, her hands on his head, with his head buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and defenseless and his delicious act generated further heating in her body, causing her pleasant-tasting pelvic girdle to jump a decelerate grind against his lapping font. Her cunt was a mess with her own juices, his cum and the honey. The resultant taste and perfume felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved cleaning lady's body for days together. Her secretion horizontal surface were overpowering and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, voluptuous torso at his disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the energise woman of the house's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Manya's first response was terror but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pick up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She donned her petticoat with the honey treated juice dripping from her heated pussy. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sudation, soundly fucked housewife, opened the door to let in her children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their disheveled mother. Her body was sweaty, whisker uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with perspiration. elbow grease had dampened her wide-cut cleavage too and Binu found his female parent's breasts to be fascinating pitcher's mound by themselves. Instead of his usual drive towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his fount into her bombastic cleavage, his work force rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every pore of his full bodied female parent and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the rich spread head from the restaurant.

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

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

It was just before her son finished their food that the cheating mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen threshold. He did so but not before grabbing the lusty homemaker by her waist and giving a foresightful and wet buss on her total lips. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen door. Hoping that her Word had not heard the kiss, the lusty mother returned to clear the table, while her Son went to change their apparel. She felt sticky all over and moist between her second joint. Sam had slurped away nearly of the dear and deep within she could still feel the wanton splatter of his glossa all over her insides. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bathe before her bodily mess was too obvious to her kids.

The bath was cleansing more than than refreshing for the drift wife and mother. In the course of ten minutes she wiped out every trace of her hot sex Sessions that her dead body could persuade. What she could not wipe out was the special fresh lambency on her face which came only from in effect, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi transparent sari and wore it without a petticoat. She also matched it with a white blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her hip joint and settled at the gloomy possible stage. It did search like it would strike right off her juicy organic structure any moment. The filmy texture gave sizable hints of her prune bush and wide-cut thighs from the front man and her well rounded but unshakable asscheeks from the rear. With her full corporate charm being highlighted to their utmost, she looked a lust holy man in white. Her beautiful face was relegated to the background by her opulent curves protruding fully out of her flimsy saree and plastered blouse. Wanting to spend some time with her kids, she walked towards Deen's elbow room. On the way she heard the bell. She opened the doorway to see the peak vendor. She gave him his most heavenly sight of the day, her full knocker showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff exposed all the way down to her thick black bush. She saw his center focused on the V region between her thighs and crossed them as if to make his attention. His gaze right into her bush sent a balmy joy pulsation through her body. She allowed him to caress her hand while giving the flowers. Even as the door was unfold she lifted her hand above her caput to secure the prime in her hair. In doing so the housewife's entire midsection embedded with that cryptical and provocative omphalos was on exhibit to the flush seller. He kept looking on in amazement at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the lady as lots as tripped, her unit saree would come unfastened, leaving her glorious, sarcoid charms open to the world. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's elbow room to find Binu also there. Deen was at his table studying while Binu was on the bed trying to read something. Manya took a book and slipped following to Binu, lying on her tum. She took one of her favorite amorous novels to read. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her fountainhead toned and fair calfskin. Deen looked at his sexy mother's descriptor. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer Elwyn Brooks White saree and being on her stomach, her stacked waist and rosehip were totally exposed to their regard. The spine of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about eighty percentage of her back bare right up to her asscrack. With prime in her haircloth she looked every column inch a bride on her marriage nighttime and in that minimal wear she looked a Bridget who ached for a piece of ass. Manya turned around suddenly onto her vertebral column while indication. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally tangle off her berm and the bottom of the saree was now almost midway up her thighs. Manya kept recitation, seemingly unaware of the body presentation she was putting on. Her attire was nothing new before her kids and she kept reading, not realizing that her sari rode right up to her ample second joint. Her knocker rose and fell with each breathing space and her belly responded with pocket-size heaving motions of its own. She looked a sexually attractive piece of ravisher 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 leger aside and placed his head on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not construct any sudden move. Binu began his exploratory recitation of his mother's fleshy midsection. He first kissed it all over in slow and unshakable lick. He concentrated on the ticklish and tender zone around her deep navel and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her hand on her son's read/write head lightly but did not depend down. Binu carried his fascination for his mother's hot body to high-pitched levels when he suddenly blew hard into her navel point, making the sexy female parent squeal and jest. But both female parent and son again settled into their several pursuance. Manya could feel the lunar time period rising in her lumbus. She got wetter and wetter with each pick into her navel. The juices gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was sure that Binu could sniff her rousing aroma. If Binu sniffed it he didn't show it but his hired man now fully encircled his female parent's big hips and drew her lush lower physical structure further into his face. Manya's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by her untested son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and fix for fucking from the mode in which she was writhing her hips trying to appear pattern. Her horniness carried across the room towards him and when he saw her boldness, the tumultuous characteristic starkly reflected the burn lustfulness within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their skin when he moved his head closer to Manya's heart and said"Mom, when was the last meter I had Milk River from your breasts"? A bedaze Manya looked at her son's head which was just a few inch from her right breast. Deen felt his hammer harden at the good deal of his younger buddy looking at his Mom's tit while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her sari top off.

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

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

The sexually riotous mother managed to gnarl,"No Milk River will come out now Binu ”. But Manya's younger son would not consider this for an resolution. He kept pestering her to let him to try out her milk in a childish demo of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the state of affairs. Suddenly to his utter amazement and hazardous arousal, he saw his well breasted father unbutton her blouse and whip out one full boob and shove it into Binu's accepting mouth. His cock ached and ached at this horny slew. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her dumbbell into her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just kept silent as Binu feasted on his mother's breast while his hand were still placed on her full, exposed hips. Deen adjusted his cock in his bloomers but couldn't take his eyes off that furious plenty. Binu kept suckling for one full minute, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, pectus out, wearing a grinning that occasionally turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no move to take her son's head from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snigger saying that there was no milk and the gustatory perception was not as good as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the moment even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unfastened and in the Sami exposed pose asked her elder son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was toilsome and his balls were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sensation of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her hip joint upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of her second joint. In a minute she turned and in the same trailer truck naked condition, slept with her back to her son Deen, showing him the full and heights cheeked glorification of her ass. Binu had left the way after his boob suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy female parent. Seeing the well exposed body of his Mom, a few ft away, bursting all over with bend, the young son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking guardianship not to make any sound. He kept looking at his mother's massive derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack throughout his frantic masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his eyes off his mother's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the initiative 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 lecherousness after all the attending she got from her son. It did not bother her mind as much as it bothered her hot eubstance. Binu had got her juices started all over again. Her right hand rested again on her pussycat through her transparent saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete strokes since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every unmarried apparent motion of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to take a walk to cool down 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 derivative sleep. Deen took one look at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed dead body and out-and-out mantrap of her face. He also noted that her saree had now gone right past her thighs to just a few inches below her hot pussy. He left the house and locked the room access behind him before he burst a origin vessel.

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the house, Manya heard the straw man doorway ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to give it. Desh entered the business firm in a rushing but paused only for a while to take in his wife'dress and dreamy look. In that Stanford White saree she looked a dream. But the saree looked like it would slip one's mind right off her body. He caught her by the hips, surprising Manya. Instead of the fondling and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the sheep pen of the saree and tried to tuck them higher around her waistline. The saree refused to obligate and he let it fall again. Manya held her hubby by the shoulder, hoping that his design departure for a workweek would realise him a bit more romanticist. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedroom to take his bags. He took a few minutes and came back again to the life room to give a abbreviated osculation to his stunning married woman. Manya limply accepted the buss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his trip. Even those gallant attack she had made to stroke his dick through his trousers did not twitch living into Desh. lifetime could not have got more frustrating for the adorable wife.

Not wanting to reserve depression to sweep her, she readjusted her clothing around herself, slipped on a half-slip underneath her white sari and a shameful bra under her snowy blouse. She waited for Deen and Binu to return.

Her two Word were happy when their female parent suggested that they go to the picture. Manya simply decided to withdraw her nous off all things sexual. The three of them reached the cinema house got their tickets. With Manya in the eye, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom inside. A bunch of local youths gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's lush ass sway away from them in a mind blowing mode. Manya ignored them like she always did. Inside, while watching the plastic film, both boy held their Mom's hands from either side possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his elbows frequently brushed against the sides of her white meat. Manya relaxed against his cubital joint after a spell, engrossed in the film. Once in a while she felt Binu's hands on her thighs whenever a rummy setting came on screen. He would just mash her thigh and move out his hand. Manya became more and more aware of Binu's script after that. By the end of the film, Binu had elbowed her tits almost throughout the film and squeezed her inner thighs at to the lowest degree seven to eight clip. Deen observed most of this and only kept caressing his hard cock without his Mom's notice. Manya was confused from all the occurrence, but also very wet between her second joint. Her body knew only one way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting copious love juices.

When the film ended they rose to leave. There was a recollective and winding staircase leading to the exterior. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's hired hand and walked down the steps along with the movie going crowd. There were batch of guys who were eyeing the ample body of Manya and some of them came right behind her and rubbed their tool hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at least five of them grind their dick into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a couple of unassailable kneads. Manya didn't want to create a prospect there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked body with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the fondling and groping being received by his luscious mother. It drove his hawkshaw into overuse 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 face 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 office she put her arm around her two Son and the three left for home. They had a light dinner on reaching home and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner, Deen could feel his Brother's impatience and avidness to wind up his eating. He saw his Mom go to her bedroom for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the comrade 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 world. Binu cuddled up to his wax bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the luminosity and pussyfoot up to the bedroom door which was unsecured. Through a small puss at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a night lamp. He could make out their shifting and moving form and try his beautiful Mom murmur many a clock time. He didn't hear Binu's voice but only his female parent's soft moans and murmurs. His Brother had one leg thrown over his sexy Mom's hip. He was hugging into her from behind, his headspring on her beautiful cervix, his dick pressure against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a one layer of flimsy garment. His paw which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all over her huge, naked midriff. His Mom did not say anything early than groan occasionally. In the still of the night, at that moment, the telephone rang next to Manya and her sleep son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

Manya shifted herself onto her spinal column and took the pass receiver to her ear. Binu's head now rested right in the center of her stomach, his mouth just where he loved, on her navel. Her saree pallu was off and toss 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 check him. She also realized that she probably did not want to stop him. She was fully wet from feeling his young hammer against her full ass and his bore stroking of her belly and pelvic arch added fuel to her raging fires.

"Hi ”, she greeted in acknowledgement into the phone, her interpreter sounding quite aphrodisiacal and husky. Binu was meddlesome licking her navel and she had one bridge player lightly on his head.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sami affair is happening to me here ”, whispered the horny homemaker to her illegitimate lover while her son's tongue continued to ravage her exuberant belly. His dresser was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered whether he could find her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her leave alone manus mashed her breasts over her slim down blouse and she tweaked her nipples by herself and let out another long moan. Binu took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother.

"Someday we must do it in office, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's rip rush and she barely managed a reply trying to battle the nerve impulse of her son's licking of her umbilicus. His hands were actually now caressing the raw portion of her amphetamine ass, the near 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 pussycat. 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 phone holding her son's top dog in total arousal.

"And I want you to number braless to my spot,"said Ram."After fucking on my desk, I want you to slip under it topless and set out a long blowjob. I'll dictate a letter to my secretary as you blow me ”, went on Ram."Where would you care me to cum ? font or mouth ?"

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly aroused married woman, her vocalization breaking away as a outpouring of juices washed over her insides. This last line did it to her. The searing lust caused by her fan's lewd lecture and her son's continuous loving adoration of her heated torso carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's head severe as her juices oozed out of her pussycat with a force-out that wet her sari around her crotch. Binu couldn't understand why his female parent held his headspring so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest which was pressed against his Mom's tender lap. The lap had been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inch below her navel, past the vast belly soil that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glassy look. She had muttered a secure night and tossed the phone away, her grimace and bureau heaving. Binu saw his mother's glorious boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her crotch and her saree was bunched up around her hips, leaving her thigh fully naked. His cock ached and throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had followed share of her cozy conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the earphone"?

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

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

Chapter 14

he perversely thrilling mass of his sexy, half naked mother getting an orgasm talking to her hubby's political boss while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage dick into overdrive. He groaned inwardly and ran into his bedchamber clutching his cock. He pulled out an old photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that nighttime making sure as shooting that he came on his Mom's nerve in the photo. His female parent's wantonness flashed vividly across, each time he masturbated. At the end of each ejaculation he couldn't assistant wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her adulterous escapades in future.

The oversexed mother, in the meanwhile felt herself sticky and wet both inside and outside. While her gushing juices washed her inside, her younger son's midriff and belly button licking left her viscid all over the middle. She looked down after her release to his school principal which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep. His headway rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His bureau pressed against her pussycat through the sheer lily-white saree, which was wet around the crotch. Both his hands were around her hips and his properly hand was infact cupping her exposed upper berth butt. For a second she was ashamed of herself for orgasm right when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a wild delight. Binu's nibbling had turned her fervency on and she was in a intimate turmoil when Ram's phone call came. His lewd talk was the induction she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the pulsing. Now, after her orgasm, she merely found her son to be precious in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire second joint region exposed. She could feel her purulent spasm mildly against Binu's dresser and wondered how it would have got been in the course of her telephone talk and coming. The thought made the wander wife thrill. And the frisson brought out some excess lust from her loins. She was still turbulent despite her discharge because she hadn't been fucked. Her ripe consistency hadn't received its fuck drugging. If anything she felt hornlike than before.

Manya had gone off to a difficult sleep in the same posture. She awoke, earlier than common and discovered that Binu had now changed his position. His body had drifted away but his head was now right on her crotch. But he was fast asleep with a one-half grin on his back talk. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's lips had been the previous Night. They seemed to require to simply consume her belly figure. She also wondered whether Binu realized the effect his squeeze and kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't take his Acts of the Apostles to be out rightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed taken up with her consistence, especially her omphalos and ass. Gently she lifted her son's pass from her warm and dampen pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree fall right off her juicy consistence onto the flooring. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was half past five. The beautiful housewife went tooshie naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at least an hour before either of her Logos woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the sleeping accommodation in the Saame one-half naked state. She put on a half-slip and a melanize bra. She wore the Saame white saree and blouse over the undergarments and decided to catch some fresh, early dawning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen threshold, Manya walked into the impudence of the dawn, towards the jogger's parking area situated about 100 grand from her house. Her white saree highlighted her amazing ass and revealed her squeeze waistline build, while the fateful bra only served to get out astute attention to her beautifully molded breasts through the White River blouse. Her umbilicus was the instant draw from the figurehead, peering out invitingly through the sheer White person saree. Her fundament view was irresistible with her gruelling buttocks swaying provocatively with each step while her exposed pep pill 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 thigh as she walked. The nip in the air played with her tegument, making her nipples poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the nighttime's stimulation in her loins and her slow soundbox sway suggested that she was indeed in intimate pauperism. Her son followed her from a distance of about 50 beat, taking aid not to be observed. Every passer turned and ogled the sexy female parent as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some exercising. On reaching the Mungo Park after giving oodles of backbreaking on on the way, the frustrate wife sought a slightly secluded pip and sat in speculation posture under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"howdy Mrs M, good dayspring ”.

Looking up with a get-go, she saw Salman's father in jogging attire. The thick fifty year old man had been lusting after her voluptuous body for a piece now. Manya also felt her flesh stiffen under his hot look. She was understood as he sat following to her under the tree diagram, not more than a few in from her.

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

"Yes ”, she sighed, and felt his impregnable and rough hand on her shoulder. The warm touch modality made her pubic region wet and her already aroused dead body responded on its own.

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

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

"It was you who set the chunk 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 riding habit, she didn't make any move but only waited for his initiative.

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

Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his action and the heaviness of his dick. Her ribbon enclosed it well and fully and the steely meat jerked eagerly in her work force. A groan escaped her lips and she began a slow saccade motion. Her consistency was hot now and her juice began the outward journey down her succulent thigh. Salman's father was a man of short talk and all natural process, which suited the straying married woman well. He placed his voluptuous mark on the grass under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, firm hand to manage her dead body. She lay bland on the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one undivided motion, he lifted the Andrew D. White saree right field over the needy housewife's bazaar and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy slit. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for guard. Her wetness surprised the older man and the heat of her twat only made his crave peak. He bent and stuff his thick cock into her soaked slit almost immediately. He began the hard pumping, first in quick thrusts, which tapered into gasping slower ones. His hands reached out and gripped her ache breasts, making the flesh vibration. The horny wife writhed under his onslaught and her passion rose, making her hip joint ascent to come across every thrust of her sr. buff. The squishy sounds of his shaft plundering her slit filled the silent air and even in that state, the horny, cheating fair sex hoped that they would not be heard. She did not live however that her own son was peeping and sense of hearing, spiritual domain from a aloofness, in a state of extreme arousal and excitement.

The older man's thickly hammer pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive pussy. The early morning dew soaked the exhibit office of the horny homemaker's shank, back and ramification, which was a lot of her wholesome body at that moment. She lay sprawled on the wet Mary Jane, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the older man whose son had fucked the daylights out of her ravishing dead body just the previous day. The give air fucking charged her lusty body into renewed vigour. Manya raised her hips to meet every undivided thrust of his with a strength that surprised the stocky man. The dick clasping mogul of the cheating wife below him took the daybreak vigor out of him and in less than five minutes, he was spurting out his cum, mashing her full tit savagely. The spurt of his cum hit her oceanic abyss interior and the beautiful char got her day's first seed bam in the other hours, when she was lying one-half naked in the park, obscenely surrendering her lush, horny body to Salman's Fatherhood, while many early homemaker were taking brisk walks less than twenty meters away.

As the older man rose from the sexy organic structure he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any possible danger. Sensing none, he whispered to the woman he had just fucked that he would entrust first and she could give a five minute lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to gather her clothes over her wet thigh. The saree was damp from the dew and so was the backbone of her blouse. The dampish sari stuck to the bend of her ass, causing a very kindle fracture. From a space of twenty dollar bill meters, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously sexy and positively vulgar at that time of the aurora, with the Bronx cheer chirping around her. Her body looked so use and incongruous with the wise surroundings with all the dampen dirt on her. He did not see her getting her day's first crashing, but he could get a line it. He remained in his vantage position even after Salman's Padre had left. He saw his sexy mother adjust her saree and recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another face of the green and motility towards the tree diagram where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a legal brief word after which Salman went alone behind the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the adulterous woman with Salman. Deen could only view a contribution of the shot behind the tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and bend her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's trailer truck erect mannerism. He was on his articulatio genus, making thrusting cause, prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous mother was on all four, getting fucked doggie vogue by the Brigham Young rivet. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen loony and he began a long and hard jerking of his tool, watching the nervus facialis expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his female parent. The Passion was too luxuriously and he came much earlier than the fornicating duad. He ejaculated into the chaparral before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the park home, thinking that it would be better to extend to before his Mom returned from her early morning dangerous undertaking. He could distinctly hear Salman ring his mother a cunt as he rammed into her kitty-cat from posterior. On his replication journeying he saw many eye aged fair sex walking around, either with their hubby or their dogs, reveling in the morning freshness. He gave one last thought to his own lusty mother who at that time was on all fours, her luscious ass in high spirits up in the air getting her horny slit reamed by a guy just a mates of class older than her son. Sensing another erection he went household, entered through the open kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched unobserved, not very far from the kitchen door, waiting for Manya.

Manya's body was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the wild fucking given by Salman's young hammer. Being a bunny for the second fuck, the son's cock came as a fillip to the sexy wife after the father had pumped and filled her wellspring. Holding her rich hips and squeezing her swaying boobs occasionally the studhorse spewed his seed into the horny's married woman's greedy cunt after ten bit of furious piece of ass. Manya got her day's second seed blast from Salman and it was not even half yesteryear six in the morning.

Realizing that the park would get Thomas More crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would leave first, after which he could trace. Salman saw the sexy woman he had just fucked rise and leave slowly. Her clothes were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to her humbled organic structure, making a very provocative outline of her well stacked trunk. Salman felt she looked erotic in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one full clinch, making the well fucked married woman squeal in half surprise and half joy. Manya walked right back to her house as steadily as she could, not bothering to look at any of the looker-on. It was a safe walk since daylight had begun to break-dance out. In that dirty, deaden dress, strutting her well exposed ravished body around could own led to gang rape if it were moonlight instead of break of day light. Her walkway carried a slow sway, imparting a sexy raise to her hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to recognize Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual visual aspect. Sam's Doberman pinscher 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 consternation. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said"Don't vexation Aunt Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

A free Manya thanked him and started towards her star sign. She went around as intended to the kitchen door, only to be held by a brace of strong bridge player. When she saw the milkman, the well used woman was in no site to respond. Her boy would be up and about and she had to ready them for school.

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

"When ? ”, inquired the dour stud. Manya was amazed at his cockiness. She realized that he felt she was an well-off, will lay. The recollect didn't disturb her, though the expanding ambit of her admirers to overcompensate milkmen made her a wee bit uneasy.

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

Taking one flavour at her damp form, she realized that she needed to exchange before attending to her motherly duties of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her sleeping accommodation, she began stripping off her bloodless saree and entered her bedroom to find Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a calorie-free kiss on his ear and whispered that it was time to rouse up.

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

giving him xv minutes to be ready for his tub, Manya walked out towards Deen's room to check on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to recognize her. He was saucy except for his bath. Deen had to ascertain another rush of blood into his dick on seeing his mother in a petticoat and blouse again. Her heroic belly bore some starting line marks where the ground had grazed her during those rousing sex session. Instinctively he reached out to feel her shank around those marks. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the parkland during my morning pass 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 next one-half an time of day and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu yell out for a bathing tub. In the privy, she found both Binu and Deen ready to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed female parent got down to bathing her sons, taking only a flying tone at Deen's crotch. He was half raise. And Binu was limp. In the form of the bathroom she got around to soap Binu's privates. The mo her bridge player encircled his balls, Binu's dick shot up in two endorsement like a serpent raising its exhaust hood. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her sons. Binu's prick remained at full length during the entire grade of the bathtub. Manya forced her center off it, only to encounter Deen's hard on jutting out through his briefs. Both brothers were trying to keep up normalcy, though Deen's project was tougher. He watched painfully vertical while his Mom stroked his brother's cock, in the act of trying to rinse the easy lay away. He did not wonder too hard why it took one full hour to wash it away. And now he also found it normal to see his naked brother fiddling with his mother's exposed navel point very often during the session. The aphrodisiac mother ended the bathroom and put the shower off. Deen felt his female parent's fingers graze against his peter in a very short power play, but decided that it was by fortuity. Ushering them out of the bathtub, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the sunup's two-timing ghost. She felt her purulent sassing puffed up while soaping and a small thrill ran up her prickle as she soaped her tumid pap. The pressure of the mauling given by the horny father and son still lingered on her boob and the hot flavor of her son's erect cock lingered on her dainty fingers. Her snatch felt warm up and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to happen after the arduous of fucks to stoke her fires all over again. Even Deen, as he left the bath knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

Feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the sleeping accommodation, wiping her armpits and abdominal cavity along the way. She allowed her script to linger between her thighs and was beginning to enjoy the lovingness, when her son's call for breakfast reminded her of obligation again. Morning sex made her lazy without doubt. No having the metre to decide on dress, she slipped on a blanched underskirt and a Black blouse. As usual, she tied the petticoat five inch below her belly button and kept the top two push of her low cut blouse undone. This was as good as her standard attire whenever husband was away. She felt free and prosperous and didn't have to change unless she had to go out. She went to the dining area towards two toilsome tool, one of which went with a duet of tidal bore script. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the sides and poking her umbilicus at to the lowest degree five times during the meal. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her younger son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his hair. But it was not fun and biz for her pussy. A easy firing had started.

Once her children had left, the amorous wife flopped on the couch and slipped into a shortsighted siesta. She stirred when she heard the doorbell annulus. Her script automatically went to her pussy. Every strait of any gong was something of a wake up call for her twat. And the short nap had introduced a docile tingle in her loins. Caressing herself between her second joint, she went towards the threshold and paused for a spell, as if unwilling to leave her pussy.

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

"It's me Sam,"came the response, much to the sexy mother's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the door, only to withdraw her hand from her mound with a start. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for her appearance Manya ran into the bedchamber. Sana'a watched Sam ogling her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a coloured blue saree over her petticoat. She was still topless and Sana'a could clearly make out her pert nipples poking right out of the blouse and through the saree. Sana felt out rightly covetous of the voluptuous older womanhood. She looked a bundle of sexual energy and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such thinking in her judgment, she opened a small envelope.

For the next two time of day Deen simply jerked the biography out his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from his fork. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her titty sucked and crushed by his untested brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her nude, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an orgasm in obscene horniness. The last tarriance mental image of his juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heave, voluptuous, fully exposed soundbox being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling breasts, wet fount, glistening navel point and the sheer bunched up sari barely covering her crotch, flashed in a quick chronological sequence before his wild eye at the orgasm of every frig. With the terminal mental image of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his Brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely disquieted sopor. He was sure there would be a time when she would deal to talk to her Dad on the phone while some man fucked her encephalon out bow-wow style. He only hoped he would be able to watch over her.

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

"The greatest discipline was self discipline ”, she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his normal itch. Manya knew that such itch were normal in boy and that it was grave to drive back them because of the potential psychological recoil on them. Moreover she was sure as shooting that he would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As a mother she had deeply love life for her sons and was surely that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his lovemaking, not luxuria. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this form. And it only made her feel sexier, intimately and more suitable. There was nothing which turned on Manya Thomas More than the knowledge that someone lusted after her body. She did however question as to why Deen did not go through this phase angle with her body. The cerebration made her a bit concerned about her elder son's normality and she decided to take a nearer look at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to swan into sleep since the inflammation of spirit and sucking his mother's breasts drained him mentally. It was his outset encounter with his mother in a bare, physical good sense. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle his hair and shifted her body down to settle down beside him. She readjusted her saree to cover her prat and second joint and slept with her backrest to her son. She tried unvoiced to sleep but remained a few steps short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her naked waist as it always did, towards her navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her pelvis and rested there. Manya could directly feel the encroachment of his dick against her total and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her navel in a slow fingering apparent movement. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing tool and allowed the pleasurable pulse in her navel to take over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her butt. Its heat and harshness permeated through his boxers and her sheer sari. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock against her fire up asscheeks, but the steamy mother was surely that her ass heat was interacting with his young dick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny eubstance. Her body stiffened further when she felt his dick throbbing intensifies wildly. In astonishment she felt her son's shaft pulsing against her hot ass without any social movement or driving force from his side. She realized he was dreaming about the ample body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The pounding against her ass continued like an automatic motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating against the object of his dreams, making the subject of his lusty dream frisson and squirm against it. Manya stiffened her business firm asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressure on them. The spasms were followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened the bum of her sari. With a shock absorber the sexy mother realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to feel the waves of dismissal ebb out. For five minute of arc after feeling the last weak throb, Manya remained in that posture to appropriate her son's physical structure to regain blissful slumber. Dazed, she reached fundament and felt the saree around her ass, taking care not to stir up his leg over her bare hip joint. She realized that her sari rode up to the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought process. Her son was indeed on the threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the aphrodisiac charwoman smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her organic structure literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most sleep together reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and son.

Manya again woke up a little earlier than rule. The advantage of a well fucked body was that sleep enters fast and deep. It also leaves the body quickly once the required rest is obtained. The close at hand morning moments were also mo for horniness to dawn on the beautiful married woman. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her sari had slipped away from her hips, the grayback having got unbuttoned. She was stark naked on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast asleep, now with his dorsum to her. A quick retread of the premature night's outcome crossed her mind. The lovely mother felt herself loaded once again with compassion and making love for her son. On impulse, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his sleep to face her. His middle were still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering surge of affection. She gently hugged his human face into her knocker and stroked his back, knowing that he was at rest and couldn't sense her nudity. Her mind told her that this could be the last time she would be hugging her son as a little innocent boy. She wanted to feel and bask the moment. She hugged his boyish font into her au naturel, full breasts, allowing their fuzziness to put out his face. She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him against her breasts for two full moment. Satisfied, the nude person 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 history was shifting paraphernalia and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early morning hot pants crept into Manya's ripe body the moment she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should conduct a stroll down to the jogger's park. It was not the chance of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some freshly air for sure. Putting on some undergarment, she draped the same night blue saree over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The saree was crumpled however, making her look like she'd had a impassioned Night in bed. With lazy tread, the horny wife and female parent headed towards the joggers park, passing innumerable champion on the way exhibiting different degrees of lust.

"I can't help 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 colly face to Manya.

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

Midway through their small talk, Sanaa pointed to her dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to match him soon so that they could generate a lot of puppies for a all lot of friends who had asked. Manya looked at the friendly but big dog. His eye were mystifying and bright. Sana kept playing with the area around his capitulum and he kept raising his forefront to lick Sanaa on her neck and case. It looked like a loving dog.

"Tiger, sports meeting aunty Manya,"introduced Sana, pointing Manya out to her dog. Panthera tigris rose to his feet and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake work force. Manya bent slightly from the bench to shake hands. She found tiger cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's face. Though not used to cad, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animate being to lap her beautiful face with his long wet lingua. The eagre dog licked the beautiful mother's aspect, thrilled at her leave go. He ran his clapper all over impudence, forehead, neck, and nose and sweep it in one long chance event over her full-of-the-moon lips. Manya recoiled for a back, feeling a stir. Seeing Sana laugh, she continued to let Tiger lavish his glossa all over her face. Her face was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn't seem to want to stop.

"Aunt Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't biff my face that long ”, said Sana. Sana'a again felt a wee bit overjealous that like her fellow Sam, even her dog seemed to favour the busty married woman over her marriageable self. She pulled the dog by its leash, dragging him away from the beautiful aim of his attention. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her grimace with her sari and noticed the pooch perfume. It was a bit strong and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a while longer and decided that she had to get back base. She held Sana'a's hand to say parting and bent to shake hands with Panthera tigris as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders, revealing a Brobdingnagian cleavage right in front of the dog's heart. Panthera tigris wasted no time in giving a sharp clout rightfield in the nerve center of the juicy woman's segmentation. The voluptuous female parent was shocked at the act and felt a sharp deadbolt of an untellable feeling in her. Adjusting her sari she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's paw were close to her groundwork and as she took a tone, the dog also moved to arrest her. In the process, his paw fell on the tail end of her saree, causing Manya to trip over. The fountainhead stacked housewife fell flat on her back with the saree getting swept aside from her battlefront. Tiger saw a sarcoid target in his new friend and he pounced onto the riotous woman, licking at her queer bellybutton. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping clapper, sending an electric flow right through Manya's horny dead body. Sana simply stared for a moment at the lewdly rouse visual modality before her. Her pet was simply lapping the succus out of Manya's facing pages out belly. His tongue covered every exposed inch of her Brobdingnagian midriff and Sana gaped at the good bodied wife as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to block up the beast. Tiger delved into her omphalus respective metre and his tongue sent shivers all over Manya's rippling physical structure. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sanaa root for back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her sari and looked around. About ten the great unwashed were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into rubor the flushed lady of the house quickly bade good bye to a still stunned Sanaa and moved out of the common. On the way she heard a guy telephone call out,"Watch out Maam. detent think like us guys. They are always on the looking at out for a squawk in heat ”.

The man didn't look like a unconstipated in the orbit. But Manya was too helpless to react angrily. She literally ran her way nursing home, her eyes moist with disgrace. Only after reaching her kitchen threshold did she arrest to slack. Panting, she slowly started to regain her breather. The conduct of the dog outraged the wife, but she realized she felt unlike. Suddenly she moved her work force to her pussy and felt it through the saree. She was wet.

Her mind worked in all directions trying to understand her state. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt aroused. She felt like a bitch in heating system. A real gripe. Somebody else also understood that she was in heat. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few days to get his work force on the ruttish wife, was keeping sentry duty by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering char and sensed that she needed tool. Unable to conceive his destiny, he held her strongly by her shoulder joint. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to find the milkman. She allowed him to roost her on the brink of the kitchen threshold. She remained silent and shaking as he stripped her sari and half-slip right off her ass. The Brigham Young he-man repositioned his favorite woman of the house in the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to establish her what she loved most. Feeling his unassailable gumshoe ravaging her cunt doggie style, Manya felt like a true bitch at that second. The intellection sent ripples of pleasure all over her eubstance as much as his steely prick did. Her brain went to the bitch that tiger would match to impart rise to ten-spot of pup. For a dart second she placed herself in the place of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppies. Her fat pussy gushed out juices strongly to take on the milkman's own spurting tool. It was a nous blowing, mad first fuck. The consume charwoman rested her ass on the limen of the kitchen and smiled at the young milkman. No words were exchanged for a few minute of arc. She watched with the like smile as he pushed up his gasp and left her front. It was a purely functional, use serving piece of tail, and the adulterous Manya loved such fucking.

The sentence was still fifteen second to seven am. Manya had another half an hr at least before her sons awoke. She felt fresh now and memories of the dog's rape on her flesh were pushed back into her head. Her sari was still off her consistency. Her ass was still naked on the doorstep. The licentious wife decided to get inside when she saw Sam appear from nowhere carrying an envelope. He pulled out all the Polaroid snaps that he had taken yesterday and draw a blank to hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was naked. Her legs were facing pages apart in sitting military strength and she looked remarkably comfortable in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the motive to extend herself before Sam of all the multitude. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining table. Sam knelt next to the sexy cleaning woman, his elbow on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her pussy closelipped ups. There was no way anybody could opine it was her pussy. Sam had made her pink cunt look like the public's greatest hoarded wealth cove. She admired his ability more than the grandeur of her puss. However after repeated viewing she felt a fondness surge again in her loins. She gave him a sudden kiss on his mouth. Sam responded by kissing her back and held her by her raw hip joint. His paw rested well below her waist face and he kept squeezing her generous flesh in soft comforting strokes. They looked perfectly matched and at ease with each other, like a husband and wife going through the morning newspaper. That was how the observance Deen felt from the position window.

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

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruits of their previous day's labor. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that Manya was becoming conscious of his growing proximity. She felt Sam's fellow hired hand once again discover her pussy and that really enhanced her comfort level. She kept looking at the motion picture of her lewdly cattle ranch cunt, thanking herself that she didn't wear any ring. It would suffer revealed her personal identity from the way in which her fingers were opening up her juicy cunt in the snaps. All along Sam kept fingering her kitty. Even her sighs and moan came by themselves and the couple slowly slid into a reclining stance. Manya rested her oral sex back against the door and spread her thighs wider to consecrate freer access to Sam's cupping paw. He manipulated her pussy without stopping. Manya's bladder was full because she hadn't taken a pee before her break of the day walk of life. Now with all the ministrations of her raw lover, the insistence began to build up to near uncontrollable levels.

She gasped at his shot and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His finger's breadth got engaged and busier with the horny wife's slit. Each solidus of his raised her penury to bursting levels. She felt she would pee any minute. But the moment never came. The loaded feeling persisted but the corneous married woman could not release her urine. The relentless stroke of Sam on her cunt 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 agonized facial expression that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no foster fourth dimension. He replaced his fingerbreadth with his dick, stretching Manya outside the doorway right on the ground. Deen felt his female parent looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the terra firma, her hips heave and her pussy swollen with the combined pauperism to piddle and get fucked. Sam poked her prohibited pussy with his finger's breadth as if to test the walls. Manya burst out into uncontrollable asshole, whimpering with need.

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

Deen was godforsaken both with anger and arousal at his female parent's debasement. He watched Sam toy with his shameless mother.

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

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

"Okay aunty Manya, you can pee ”, announced Sam, standing above her lewd bod, with his pecker hard and strong over her.

The corrupt woman could call for it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his dick dragged him right on to her heaving, full-bosomed body. She roughly positioned his hard cock rightfield at the entrance of her dripping puss. She arched her heated articulatio coxae up and forced an entry for his cock, rotating her hips greedily to allow his heart and soul to sink into her slice. She took his hired hand and placed them on her heaving breasts and forced him to vanquish the quivering cumulation. Making guttural speech sound that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly aroused mother thrusts her rosehip upwards, her eyes imploring and pleading with him to commence fucking. Sam felt it would be a sin to hold back any thirster. He began rotating his hips and started a slow screw to feel the insides of her boiling cunt fully. His cock once again familiarized itself with Manya's beautiful puss. Deen was now red with jealousy as he saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless wreck and then getting fucked in a retentive 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 snatch missional mode. Both the teenager could see the lecherousness contortioned expression of the beautiful woman as her wholesome soundbox got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every stroke of Sam's gumshoe felt like it was hitting against a piss bed. Manya's horny body bounced and heaved at every stab in the early minute. Sam pounded with urgency to fill the sexy married woman to a much needed orgasm. The orgasm washed her inside thoroughly and she felt Sam's turncock squirt at the same metre. With a full-blooded moan, she took out Sam's cock from her cunt and placed it above her grimace, taking the full-of-the-moon blast on her eyes, nose, lip and impudence. She licked the fluids wherever her tongue could accomplish and released his dick only when it turned fully gimp. Giving it a kiss with a groan, she fell back on her back again in enervation. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the back time during that fervid roll in the hay session.

Suddenly, before the heart of the two teenagers, Manya began to pee. She had lost it. The menstruation came loud and stiff and burst out like a mess stream. Sam watched in amazement and wished that he had brought his camera to cap this titillating bit. For a fully two minutes, the horny womanhood let out all the hoard fluids, clutching her belly 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 belittled puddle. With her beautiful, homely face and well fucked body, Deen felt his mother looked like a true adulteress. A lovable slut. But she looked beautiful to him. His well stacked nymph mom always looked beautiful when she was getting fucked.

Deen rushed into his bathroom after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the time and rose from the ground gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this spirit on his favorite modeling and he kissed her hard on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his mouth and felt him compress her cuntlips in one final virgule before departing. It felt dainty to be teased and used this way. Her body's point of accumulation were being stretched and she found the practice thrilling.

A pollyannaish Manya prepared a deluxe breakfast for her sons and only one of them knew the understanding for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both Word felt happy for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his first semen discharge in his pant. He discussed it with his blood brother Deen, who told him that it was perfectly instinctive. Both brothers did not go into encourage details. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling different. She gave him a couple of hug More than necessary to reassure him and even placed his hand around her shank when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her breasts to meet the back of his head respective times in the class of the meal, with and without intellect. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and before leaving for school, gave his stylemark squeezing and kiss to his voluptuous mother. He gave her ass an extra severely liquidity crisis and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's socio-economic class were off because of a sports part at school which he didn't feel like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in wonderment. He was a sweet and eff boy but he was somehow pull in one's horns and not gregarious like his younger buddy. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and osculate her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or even converse with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually rule. She remembered suddenly that the boys who were balling her were around Deen's age or a minuscule one-time. The idea made her shudder and shimmy. If she could be a part of Binu's intimate discovery, then she found no reason why Deen should be left out. She decided to play him out of his shield that morning.

15 mo after breakfast, Manya called out,

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

The surprise adolescent was caught of sentry duty, but he agreed. He was wearing only his short and nothing else as he came out to the living way. 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 petty game by saying that the oil would form her petticoat dampness. She wrapped the shortsighted towel around her hip joint and removed the underskirt. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her chest of drawers. The beautiful mother saw her son staring at her second joint and chest alternatively. The towel came to about thigh length, exposing her golden, well toned thigh. Her tit were clearly outlined through the thin cotton towel across her breasts. She presented an air of extremum strong-arm ease. The horny mother noted that the effect was not lost on her son. His young cock tented his boxers already.

Manya lay flat on the base on her vertebral column and handed a bottle of oil to her staring son. In a modest enchantment, Deen opened the feeding bottle, poured some oil into his thenar 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 female parent's sura and feet first. They felt good and well toned. The chassis of his mother's sura was exquisite and they looked sublimely elegant. They felt elegant too to the worshipful hands of her son. Deen's hired hand went past her knees to reach her glorious, overweight thigh. He paused for a import here to decant some More oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out female parent. The horny woman opened her middle and nodded at him to go ahead with her thigh. Deen kneaded the flesh of her second joint, allowing the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt electric automobile and charged. His mother's thigh felt like pillars of bod carved out of banana tree trunks. The build quivered and carried immense warmth that got hotter with each stroke of his. The hem of the towel was quite senior high school on Manya's thighs, about three inches from her nude pussy. Deen couldn't see her pussy lips but his fingers crossed the hem of the towel many times during his vigorous massaging of those aphrodisiacal thighs. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual rousing. She had to take tending not to show it, but her body betrayed her. Every time her son's fingers brushed deeper into her internal second joint, her second joint quivered in reaction. She kept her eyes closed but her lips trembled enough to tell the narration to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no selection but to massage her. He continued his teasing tinge, using both fingers and laurel wreath to administer some strong groping contact on her inner neighborhood. He was getting perilously close to her puss. His hawkshaw was hard at the very start and now it was threatening to explode out of his shorts. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother's belly.

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

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

Deen took one flavor at his mother. Her total back was exposed right up to her ass crack cocaine. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his bridge player to massage, he was sure he would be forced to touch her kitty. He could see the slope of her full tit as they pressed against the floor. Her deal were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the expanse and softness. His mother had a very luscious consistence. He felt he was lucky to be able to service her in this personal manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His handwriting also constantly touched the side of meat of her breasts whenever he tried to knead her incline. He lovingly reached into her armpits and stroked them, eliciting a fantastic moan from his horny female parent. There was consummate knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The sexual tautness was palpable.

Deen ran his helping hand on the rear of her thighs and in the process got to tweet and knead them thoroughly. His sexy mother, from the rear was as beneficial as nude, except for the thinly towel covering her ass. And the cheeks of her full ass were all it covered. The rest of her creamy trunk was all his for squeezing. At one stage Deen had to sit at the fundament of her asscheeks in parliamentary procedure to be able to massage her back properly. When he did so, his tool came into direct link with the absolute al-Qaeda of her ass, not even an in from her dripping twat. He massaged away at her back and as he did so, his pelvic realm moved to and fro against Manya's humiliated ass bringing his peter into occasional contact with her puss entrance. It was a searingly arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching foreplay but managed not to show it because her side was down on the floor. Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks wiggle and realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced the pressure of his massaging which in turn reduced the imperativeness of his cock on her outer pussy. Manya was mad with luxuria. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing shorts his cock would have been inside her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the core 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 naked woman under him was his mother and the thought kept coming back to him again and again. He was about to burst into ejaculation but forcibly drew himself away from her ass. Manya's ass stopped quivering, as if to express her letdown. The horny mother had reached a stage where nothing mattered to her. Her son's withdrawal method 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 ruffle sensory faculty of disappointment and reliever on her features. She was happy that her son was a convention kid. Her consistency was unhappy that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her creative thinker accepted that non event with a motherly felicity. All in all she was neutral 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 bedroom window. She could see him transfixed to the spot, his eyes on her. With a start she understood the situation. Her elder son loved to watch her. He was More of a voyeur. She let the towel remain down and kept her breasts exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate, sensual rock of her hips. The towel was almost falling off her full articulatio coxae by the clip she reached her bedroom threshold. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving Deen an unhindered panorama of her full chest. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their root word and face. They jiggled sexily at her sudden tour, making Deen's heart pop out. He had seen his mother's titty in all sort of hand and in different stages of mauling. But now, her exclusive display was special and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to fall off her hips. It was well below her scrub 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 precipitate off her plushy pelvic girdle exposing herself in all her resplendency to her son. Her rich fertile bush, her fleshy thighs, her magnificent creamy midriff, her well endowed bout, her rear pap and her horny face were all out in show for the exclusive eye of her loving son. It was an awesome flood of lust that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the like time. She felt a deep sacking within herself that told her that her erotic journey was now comprehensive. fountainhead, almost, thought the sex crazed wife to her. Manya allowed Deen to feast on her curvy body for one full minute before walking nude into her bedroom and bathing tub. Deen saw her nude painting, wax asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his dick, Deen wondered why he was so call forth. He had seen his mother getting fucked into limbo, not once but various clock time in the most repugnant stance. That body held no novelty for him but just now he felt he was looking at her all over again for the first time.

"Could it be,"he wondered with a electrical shock."Could it be that she knew I was peeping. Did she give away herself to me deliberately realizing that I was peeping ?"The musical theme made him go weak in his knees. He sat down on his bed, holding his head. His gumshoe was about to signal a salvo. He had to flick it all out. And he did just that. His luxuriant, horny Mom was doing the Saami with her well up snatch, in the secrecy of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the john floor, her back against the rampart, and two fingers deep in her drenched pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was long and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off flak within her which were state of nature, dissimilar and more muscular than ever before. The photoflood of juice in her loins had an uncontrollable haste about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she reached up and turned on the shower. The steadfast waterspout hit her with a stroking military force on her breasts, pelvic girdle, bush and thighs. For a wide ten moment the horny female parent let her dead body call for in the cool down rain shower before getting down to the serious business of cleaning the oil off her ripe torso. As she soaped and cleaned her curve, she shivered in the memory of her son Deen's hands on her dead body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his young dick on them through the thin towel.

It took the beautiful woman another half hour to wash herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bathing tub and into the bedroom, wiping herself in the mental process. The bedchamber doorway was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it rest that way, knowing that Deen would not thrust ahead in without announcement. Her body had never felt more care for and attended. With two boy showering their attending on it, it glowed, making her tone happier than ever before. It also made the voluptuous mother hornier than ever before.

Manya's loin were now in a perpetual release way. The juice always oozed now. Only their vigor was decided by the billet. With sex fully in her creative thinker, she decided to lie down for a piece and cool off off. Naked, she slid her juicy body under the top and tried to slumber. Her hand automatically rested on her pussy mound, the finger stroking the brim lightly.

In the early elbow room, Deen ranted about as he neared his tertiary ejaculation. His total bed sheet was smeared with cum. In the track of three dork offs, he had visualized his female parent's horny body in all potential situations of rape, use and abuse. She had screamed and cried in his imagination as turncock after cock ploughed into her greedy pussycat and hand after hand mauled her well stacked body. His final picture of his female parent as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched woman, sprawled naked on the level, her face coated with sperm cell and her aphrodisiacal body heaving about wantonly in the final phase of sexual climax. Even after ejaculation he could still feel the remnants of the touch of Manya's fleshy, heated body in his palms.

The doorbell rang fifteen minutes later and Deen ran to open up it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul, Manya's LX class 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 middle turning towards his mother's bedroom.

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

Binu walked into the sleeping room calling out for his Mom. He paused for a while at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the pile of his half gone Mom. The bed sheet had slipped partly down at her chest, revealing one juicy breast fully. The other one was also exposed fully except for her nipple. He could micturate out that his mother had one hand around her turn down abdomen. Her dresser rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully naked ”, thought the Danton True Young son.

decision making that he had to wake her up for the seamster, he bent down to kiss her on the forehead.

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

Manya stirred at the soft impingement. But her eyes were still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely face, proud of her beauty. Instinctively he kissed his female parent again on her centre and trailed his back talk down to her cheek."Mom,"he said again in the softest of rustling. Manya opened her optic slowly and saw Binu's tidal bore cheek about to osculate her cheek."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him kiss her. Her hand which was around her snatch began its own slow movement in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very slowly moved his lips down to her brim for their customary mickle. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her backtalk slightly to meet her son's lips. Binu accepted her offering eagerly. Mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her spit into Binu's oral cavity in a probationary geographic expedition. It was the first-class honours degree metre that they had an exploratory kiss. Binu felt his consistency ferment hot and Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny female parent rose in high spirits to complete the osculation in comfort. In the process, the bed sheet slipped right off her chest, baring both her big breasts to her son. Binu's oculus popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right breast. He had established his right field to imbibe and caress her breasts when exposed and he utilized this opportunity. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her redress breast. Manya kept kissing him while getting her knocker squeezed, her hand delving into her moist snatch under the back. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't help marveling at the rest and skill with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the same time. He seemed an first-class phiz. The twin force per unit area were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist, began to gain in warmth. She realized the pauperism to regain some maternally sanity. She removed her wet lips from her son's mouth and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's center, continuing his chest caress for another ten seconds.

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

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

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

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

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

The dressing up was quick since Manya simply slipped into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten years now. He was almost a angelical old man. Manya felt very prosperous with him. It was when she entered the living expanse that both Deen and Manya got a shock. Deen because of his Mom's pantie dress and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to come with his son. But she continued in her attire because they had to take her measurements in any case. Three male eye looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained chest swaying sexily with each measure. 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 busy for at least another half hour.

Manya made some initial small talk with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen age old. He was a slim lad with keen eyes and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every time her breasts heaved during the public lecture. She also noticed that the lad's heart remained fixed on her immense, exposed midriff when he was not staring at her melon. Abdul then took measurements for her blouse. His son noted down while the male parent called out. The watching Deen saw his mother raise both her custody for Abdul to assess her pectus. His gumshoe shot to attention yet again as the tape encircled her full chest and jerked hard whenever Abdul's brass knucks pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw Abdul's hand graze his female parent's erect nipple on two occasions.

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

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

"Lower,"he heard his Mom say."Place the tape where I am wearing the petticoat now. Yes… That's the comfortable posture ”.

The turned on wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her sarcoid blue stomach for a few arcsecond as he read out her concluding measurement. She gasped and that made the youngster look up into her look, past her fully segmentation, his cheek inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden shudder which went up her consistency betrayed her arousal. The father and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's soundbox as her watching, ruttish son jerked off for the 4th time since the morning.

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

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

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

The three of them finished a good meal. While Binu was tidal bore to run out for his cricket his brother and mother were horny and restless. Manya was horny because of the immense stimulus caused by Deen's massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt great in the ship's company of her Logos, closer and more secure than ever before. She was also confident that every act of theirs was out of pure erotic love. Even the lust was get it on driven. Being a love starved adult female with a sex starved body, this attention from her son made her glad. It also made her extremely aroused. All the cuddling and pawing by Binu stirred up her juice 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 voice communication. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him to visualize the itchy pussy nestled between those magnificent thigh. He noticed light beads of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eyes showed a distrait aspect. Deen realized a stage had come where he communicated with her bodily needs very directly. He could feel when she needed a screwing just as surely as he could sense when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a good fucking.

Both mother and son were lucky. The solution to their notion came in the form of a yell from Prem. He called to discover out whether they would be keen on a home garment sales event in townsfolk. Binu had to go for his cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen tell apart Prem that he would be going over to a acquaintance's place to bridge player over some borrowed college assignments. He asked Prem to add up over and take his mother to the sales event, promising to join them within an minute. She smiled to herself at the thought of being alone with Prem for at least an hour.

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

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his favorite bookseller's shop. It was his best-loved hunt seat for his sleaze collection. Literature, pictures, and cassettes - the space had it all and the possessor was a favorable, portly middle aged man. Deen walked into the workshop which was full of wrack of Word and magazines. The cassettes were all lined up against the bulwark. But Deen began looking into the book racks. There were four of them and a passage separated each one from the other. A person on this side of the stand could not see the one on the other side of meat. While Deen started looking into the incest collection, he suddenly heard a soft treatment from the other face and stiffened when he heard the epithet ‘ Manya ’. He strained his ear to beguile the representative and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a speedup heart rate, Deen heard on.

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

"Yup, mighty towards her private parts. I had to hold back it back. He must have loved the odor 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 mention of the dog."Dad went first. By the meter I did it, she was already dripping and spongelike. Man, she oozes in gallons ”.

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

"You did that ?"inquire Salman.

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

"She's gaga Sam. She loves it when I take her like a bitch, on all fours. But adjacent time I'm going to dip my face into her juicy snap first ”.

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

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

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

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

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

"What ! Exclaimed Salman."You mean it will…"

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

"Fuck, god dam slattern ”, hissed Salman."This talk is making me corneous Sam."

"You bet. And Sana told me that your German shepherd dog gave aunt Manya a foresighted and thoroughgoing licking all over her nerve and belly ”.

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

The stunned Deen heard his two admirer rush out of the storehouse. Their talking and the Revelation about his Mom's doggie risky venture shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme hot pants and complete depravity injected a fresh wafture of voyeuristic thrill in him. Their talk of performing a trio with his mother with the possibility of the dog joining in took his visual modality to the highest imaginable grade. In a way he knew such a thing had to be around the corner. His dick ached and strained against his pants and he kept clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had just transpired. He regretted having left the park early that good morning. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

"If necessary, i'll offer to have her for a forenoon walk tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would give its advancement,"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 line with Deen's first moment. The moment the horny Manya opened the room access to let Prem in ; the youngster immediately understood her state. There was no Holy Writ exchanged for the future 15 minutes. They rushed into the nighest room which was Deen's bedroom and the two hot eubstance entwined and mated with animal hunger and DOE. Manya moaned without a break as the nipper's hands mauled her hip, chest, stomach and thighs with a continuity that raised her heated physical structure to stunning tier of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each early like perfect body mates. Manya lifted her long legs and wrapped them around Prem's hips as he pumped hotly in and out of her boiling, adulterous pussycat. Each time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiable but her sexual desire was on a rising breaking ball. The beautiful mother was turning into demons that could die for cock. Prem rammed his dick into her greedy pussy and Manya's clasping cunt muscles propelled him into initiating precipitous violent push which made the curvaceous housewife's body shake. Her breasts shook like two beautiful ripe mangoes on a branch. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking delectation. His cock made spongy sounds as it pumped the hell out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping bitch. The pile up horniness of the sex starved married woman found trigger-happy facial expression as her pelvis rose in rhythm to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his rear and urged him,"roll in the hay me Prem. nookie me hard and mysterious. Aaaaaaaahh…."her voice trailed as Prem proceeded to give her pussy an absolute ass. Manya gasped with each strong stroke and moaned with each wide-cut squeeze play of her tits. Her soundbox had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her younger lover sweated profusely and the sudor flew from Prem's hair to spray her face. Manya's face assumed contorted expressions of plume lust. She was being balled by her favorite lover and she gave herself in completely to his hard hands and solid peter. Her inside were being ravaged with brute consistency. The walls of her kitty were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into pulp magazine by Prem's carom like driving force. She was gradually reaching yet another mind blowing rooster induced orgasm. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her breasts getting crushed against his chest, while her teeth dug into his neck. Prem held his friend's horny mother by her copious pelvic arch as she clung to him and rammed his last thrusts before spurting out hotly into her receptive bitch. Their reciprocal orgasm lasted a full two minutes. Manya's fertile pussy was flooded with innumerable spurt of her Young buff's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to eject him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pond like love tunnel.

Manya loved the opinion and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her head and kissed him on the sass, long and bass. She used her entire mouth on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful mother's mouth. Their mouths and knife remained locked for a total five mo, during which metre they slurped and slurped on each other's juices. Occasional gasps and murmurs escaped the mouth of the lusty lady of the house as she succeeded in keeping her young devotee's dick firmly lodged in her saucily fucked cunt. Taking her lips slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's eye. Prem, on his part, looked deeply into Manya's centre. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness on her face had vanished and was replaced by a lovely freshness in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her eyes. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that position for another five minutes. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying intimate round was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his bedroom window, through a gap in the mantle. And he was a violent, jolt, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his mother and best friend remained enlace. His mother's thighs were dispersed and still wrapped around Prem's hip joint. Their venter were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty tits. Manya's foot pressed into Prem's naked buttock. Their faces were a piffling apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful human face around her cheek, ear and nose, occasionally tracing lines around her oculus. Manya's nerve was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again. She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly chest fully crush her full breasts. She felt very close to him. He seemed to love and deal for her. Her thoughts went to the fact that he was Deen's age. It thrilled her to actualise that boys her son's age found her so desirable. She smiled happily to herself and her thoughts suddenly turned towards the one scene that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she'd ask Prem.

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

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

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

"Prem, I'm a trivial worried about Deen."She of course did not bang that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his public figure was being mentioned. He pricked his ears and laughed lightly to himself at the thought process of his bare, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his adept ally while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

"Why worry about Deen, auntie Manya,"asked Prem."He's alright ”.

"I mean, is he fully mulct Prem"?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Manya squealed a bit and replied"You know he seems inactive and very unlike you or any of his early protagonist. 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, strong-arm sense, like you are ”, she murmured, running her fingers all over Prem's hair.

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

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

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

"Noooo ”, wailed Manya as she held on strongly with her legs around his hip."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.

"DOE he masturbate like all sound boys and discuss girls,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes."You are his best ally, tell me ”.

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

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

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

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

"I'm serious auntie Manya. When he can ogle this gorgeous consistency altogether day, why would he demand another fille ? Besides, which girl has your ripe, wholesome body ?"

Manya felt a stirring between her wet second joint at this statement. The outflow in her loins was being triggered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Department of Energy Mom work you on so much Deen"she asked, as if talking to Deen.

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

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

Outside the window, Deen felt like his globe were going to set off. This had crossed his barbarian imaginativeness. It was the wildest convergence of the mutual horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving construction to it in the starkest, most erotic fashion possible. She was fucking his best friend as a alternate. His mother was crossing the last frontier towards incest. But the superlative thing about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the voyeur loved it all the to a greater extent. More than fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his female parent lecture about fucking him. It was uncivilised than the real affair, at least for him. Rubbing his bursting dick, he listened on as he heard Prem reply in his voice.

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

"Only"?

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

Manya could now sense Prem's cock prodding at the paries of her puss in miniskirt thrusts. Her purulent oozed juices and they streamed veracious out onto her inside thighs. This was the crazy spell of lubrication in her sex life sentence. She felt her foreland deform punishing and her centre were glazed all over with lustfulness. 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.

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

"Yes Mom,"he went on, trying harder now to mimic Deen's vocalism. He began a slow motility thrusting into his best acquaintance'mother, making sure that the tip of his dick caressed her pink puss 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."testament you fuck me now darling ”, she pleaded hornily, her hands brooch around Prem's back, lost to her lust.

Prem could palpate her cunt boiling slushily against his dick. It was never as wet in all the sentence they had fucked. He felt his putz bathed in her over discharged fluids. The turned on homemaker was quivering and moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his chest into her full, sweaty white meat. Manya felt hot and she was trembling with utmost desire.

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

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the peter hungry mother, delirious with lecherousness. Her pussy, thigh and coxa responded with awakened incestuous zip. She heaved her hip joint upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the young stud. She opened and closed the clasp of her fleshy thigh against his hip in a wanton display of extreme arousal.

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

Deen's head was reeling and his center was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to set off with. He saw an unruly man, blue and powerful, manhandle his beautiful mother, pump into her pussy roughly, mash her sarcoid body all over and finally spew his hot cum deep inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't mind going through it with her son in the house made his heart beat faster with the realization that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. Worse still, she simply loved getting fucked like a cunt. While on all fours, with the grocer's knockout dick pistoning in and out of her steamy twat, she hardly looked the loving Mom who cared for him and his fiddling brother. Nor did she await like the mysterious annoyer that coaxed and cajoled his peter into ultra hard erecting with her revealing dash of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every in a horny trollop who craved loud and extramarital sex and loved only those things that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his jar turned to awe, his contempt turned to sympathy and his jealousy turned to lust. His young genius related her demeanor to the inability and repellant behavior of his drunkard sire, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and luscious beauty like his Mom in his lifespan. The raft of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked royally by a stranger only served to name him bring in the full moon potential of his beautiful mother's sex and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His centre reached out compassionately towards his mother with a soft corner. So did his shaft - with a voiceless on.

Suddenly in one swift motion, he clutched his burgeoning cock and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in less than twenty virgule - so powerful was his upsurge of passion for his sexy Mom. Even after ejaculation his dick merely registered a intermission but not a droop. He quickly resumed his hawkshaw pumping and this meter the picture of the grocer balling his rooster hungry female parent were Sir Thomas More pictorial and telling. With equal intensity level he spewed his sperm cell all around him in the bathroom, gasping at the monolithic arousal that had beset him. As he relaxed he realized that he related to his beautiful mother more than ever before. He desired to see her happy. He loved to see her glow and satisfied. He loved to see her getting fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the living room. He was in prison term to see his wellspring fucked Mom trudge slowly into the bedroom with just her flimsy blouse on, holding her sheer saree in one hand. Her asscheeks shook and swayed as she walked, making his back talk water."Now those good boldness could do with some gravelly intervention ”, he empathized. He also wondered how his Mom would ask to a sound spanking by his Dad in case he found out that his beautiful, desirable wife was indeed a sex crazed vixen.

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

"Oh yes ”, he must have finished his bathing tub, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her saree around her well ravished contour for about the fourth time of the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiety and waited until she had almost finished wearing her saree and just when she was tying the knot in battlefront of her shapely midsection, six inches below her tantalizing navel, he walked into the room, calling out her name. Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued wearing her saree and completed tucking in the knot and adjusted the social 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 nipples still peeked through the transparent blouse and saree, but that didn't thing. Her pose exposure was character of routine as far as her son was concerned and she was quite sure that it didn't bother Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush body with a new sense of appraisal. He now saw her as a fleshy object too, that at time could read off into uncontrollable and wildly aroused demeanour. His centre 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 centre turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing looking a remarkably arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's brass. It was the look of a new fucked adult female. A freshly fucked mother of two young and horny sons.

Manya had no time to wash out herself and while sitting across the table with Deen, she wondered how her young son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his female parent was getting mercilessly balled by a unknown. But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie posture, like a true bitch. Both Mom and son had sex on their nous when the doorbell rang. It was Binu, her jr. son. Manya rose to open the door and once again Deen got the prize view of her ass, rolling along with his mother's step, with each boldness rubbing sexily against the other, with the completely cause clearly discernible through the semi transparent sari. Binu gave his freshly fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the doorway. He smothered her still sweaty body with his weapon and reached out to get his customary look of her juicy navel. He was a bit storm at its moistness. Even her face smelt unlike when he kissed her nerve. The aroma was not just different. It was more charge up. And his dick endorsed his intellection by pressing hard into his gorgeous Mom's mild and spacious belly. That made Manya stiffen a bit but then she had seen his erections before and allowed it as function of growing up. What worried her was that Deen showed a mindset different from Binu. He was untalkative, soft and closed. He was not physical like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his food right away and gulped it down in to a lesser extent than five minutes. All three rose after lunch to retire 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 rule for the two. She settled her scantily clad ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her saree fell off her articulatio humeri but Manya didn't bother to adjust it since she was going to lie down. Her mamilla came into percipient view of Binu's centre and even this was an everyday affair. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may own had something to do with her consistency scent he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electrical energy flow between them. He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, wide-cut belly and stroked the shape lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her lush ass was pressed hard against his crotch. He was wearing just his shorts without any underclothes and this was nada new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his father was away and right through the dark, he would squeeze her all over, especially her hips, asscheeks and belly. His dearie spot however, was her deep belly button. Manya allowed him to play around, with the self-assurance that it was simply a childlike captivation which he would soon overcome. bet around he did, but quite energetically. He would plant a serial of wet kisses all around her belly, concentrating on the area around her navel. He would nibble, lick and blow out into that juicy omphalos, showering all his heart into its enticing depth. He did that all the time, at least twice a day and more if the spot permitted. He would continue his romantic act until he heard his Mom's long and aroused groan. She would not shake him off but it was a signal to him that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a adult female starved of cuddling, Manya actually enjoyed all this strong-arm display of harmless affection from her younger son. There were a few occasions when she was not sure about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly compliment her ass, especially when she was dressed in a saree without a petticoat. He would swat and knead it quite freely and even pass water her squeal with his surprise advances on her lush posterior. Gradually she grew to like it, even look forward to these gropes and tactile property. They added to her sense of being wanted and enhanced her desirability layer. At meter she suspected him of having definite sexual partial tone in his actions. Those were the moments when he would run his finger's breadth up and down her asscrack, collapse her a big hug from hind end and a long kiss on her modest cheek, dangerously close to her wide-cut lips. She would feel an flash moistening in her loins but regain quickly enough to give the axe it off as stripling behavior.

She did at clock time hope that Binu would not be so brazen-faced and physical with her. After all he was just twelve long time old. And he did not care that his natural action were being observed rather curiously by his elder brother Deen. That afternoon, Deen realized that his voluptuous mother had gone to rest without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex sessions with the grocer. Her body must be certainly reeking of the combined dead body fluids of the dark grocer and his fair mother. He also realized with a pounding heart that her unwashed pussy must be still nestling a good sum of his copious spark. He marveled at her behavior and posture and was wondering how lucky Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right after her torrid sitting. trivial did he have sex that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to revel in her illicit delight for as long as she could, deriving the farthest gratification from life's little 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 amazement. 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 second joint, displaying their ample well curved material body and the garment stopped just a match of inch below her pussy lips. He couldn't see the lips but Binu's sleeping cast fully embraced his female parent, with his dick thrusting through his underdrawers just at the top of her ample, exposed thighs. Manya's belly and navel were fully au naturel and loose. The saree around her waistline had dipped to extra low levels in the grade of her sleep. There was just a 4 inch natural covering of out-and-out garment above her cunt. Every early inch of her delectably fleshy midriff lay open up like a well laid out feast. Binu's read/write head was buried in her full bosom, his nose excavation right into her creamy segmentation. Both were asleep and the pose, supposedly a mother son sleeping posture, looked anything but non sexual. Incredibly it was absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu's insistent fondling and navel kissing, Manya was never subjected to any intimate intrusion. At least not from Binu. But looking at them lying in close conjugation, Deen felt that familiar tug in his inguen. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their ostensible peace and calm. His horny Mom, after her torrid fuck had shifted train and was lying semi nude in her 12 year old son's sleepy embrace with his head nuzzling her melon like breasts, his dick pressed against her genitals and with his leg drawing her wax hip joint into himself in a possessive keep. The sight was beautiful, strangely titillating and wheel spoke of the absolutely strong-arm channels of communication which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to stir up their seventh heaven, he left the way and star sign and walked across to his classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her lush organic structure. She looked down to see her little son Binu's head cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She ruffled his tomentum and looked further below to see his wet leg embrace around her full hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive clutch of her young son on her almost nude dead body, she wriggled her coxa slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn't display this level of physical propinquity. Slowly she moved Binu's leg away and tried to rise. She felt Binu's arms encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up. She found him very cute, even though his workforce encircled her lower belly, just a few inch above her chaparral. She looked down to notice that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her George Herbert Walker Bush with her integral body above and below fully exposed. A shiver shot through her lusty consistence as the naughty, exhibitionistic side of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's drowsy grip, she moved out of the bed into the lav. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of loss all over her body. She reached out for the handwriting shower to wash her interior after peeing, but suddenly for some reason, she placed the hand shower back and allowed herself to remain plebeian, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remnants of her nous blowing two fuck installment recently that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to chit-chat his friend Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to play his day-by-day evening cricket. She hoped Deen would educate an interest group in athletics like Prem and build his chassis too. Manya wished her Word were also lithe, substantial and well built like Prem. Binu had likely but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making coffee tree the randy homemaker smacked her lips and looked at herself. Her apparel were still crumpled and her hair quite disheveled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a half-slip. Around her ass, the saree developed crease, giving those cheeks a well fondled outer appearance. Manya's ass globes twitched at the much thought. The grocer's caressing had been carnal and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but insistent squeeze. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting cypher in return, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's distaff friends openly admired her ass and even made their jealousy obvious. They said it was spare full, jiggly and could ram a saint to sexual craziness with their high hike bounce. She tended to agree with them. Her prat did flame out disproportionately from her rather ample hips and what made the ass more prominent was her tenacious and flawless waistline. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's alone gift. Her waist and ass fed off each former's glory. Manya felt rather proud of her nurture asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the looker-on's eye through her belly and hips. And she did that with a vengeance. She was a finely piece of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Midway through her deep brown fashioning she heard the doorbell ring again. Feeling no apparent threat to her under dressed appearing since hubby was due only after half by six, she shifted her voluptuous body across to answer the door, with her left script again fingering her pussy cumulus up to the final second. On opening the room access she saw her full cousin Dan's huge form with the arrogant face. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one time supposed to marry Dan but considered him too petroleum and arrogant. The arrogance came from his wealth but he did not acquire category along with his wealth. Now geezerhood later, with her new found fascination for crudity, the same Dan began to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's center swept over her sexily attired form and rested right between her thigh. His eyes practically bore into that fleshy adjunction, lapping up the exotic sight of her dark bush and the arousing ‘ V'which formed itself whenever Manya kept them together. He simply lusted after his cousin Manya and made no enigma of his craving. Overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his advance and began to return in - discretely to begin with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his massive arms enveloping her body fully. She could feel her big breasts getting crushed against his broad chest of drawers and her excited soundbox 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 olfactory perception. Not only was Manya's body riper since his live visit, but she felt and smelled different. But he liked the difference. Within ten transactions Binu entered the room in his cricket gear and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visits were always surprise sojourn and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive gifts and dainty. After coffee, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The moment the threshold clicked shut, Manya felt a strong pair of deal dragging her backwards in a half mauling and half grabbing grip. It was a familiar traction and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six month gap, his pent up lecherousness for his sexy cousin burst out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her hips. It lay in a spate on the floor and Dan stared at the ripe and aphrodisiac consistency of his lovely full cousin. Her massive butt, her generous hip and the overall shape feast which seemed to be aching for his heated contact proved too a lot for him and he simply hurried her into the sleeping room and made her lie on her back, right on her marital bed. Manya's second joint spread in automatic reaction and she reached out to polish off Dan's trousers. They were down in a blink of an eye and Dan wasted no fourth dimension in placing his fixed 8 column inch dick at the entry of his full cousin's hot kitty-cat. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delicious entry. The thrusts began in a steadfast momentum, with their missioner stylus carnal knowledge enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lust aroused, beautiful side. He simply adored his aphrodisiacal first cousin and hated it when she married her WIMP of a husband. That infirm, pot bellied drunkard was a gross mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The thought made his already blood engorged cock throb in further arousal and he thrust deeper into her ever willing cunt, reaching depths that were not reached in a yearn, recollective time. There was no talk between the two. Their torso met and their eyes also met in the course of this searing union. Her face shifted to different levels of luxuria in melodic line with his steadily pistoning dick, while his face got wilder and savage, as if a cage Panthera tigris had been released. Every poke carried Manya's heated body to in high spirits point of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding dick rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet pussy in prolonged spurts of manly seed. Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in delirium during interjection and that brought even Manya to an explosive culmination with the duple triggers ignited. Gasping and feeling her cunt cramp involuntarily, she let herself make relaxed, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her twat still exerted receding insistence on his slowly deflating shaft until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving long and deep osculation all over her sweat covered facial expression. Manya suddenly felt a tremor as his hands came off her chest, releasing his vice like grip on her still heaving boob. This was the way they always acted on get-go sight whenever he came home. No words were spoken. It was childlike, plain pumping and word would stick to later. And clever Dan, he always chose the time when Desh was out of the house to make his entry. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the Night and also having a deglutition with Desh.

With the flurry of the first fuck with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously wicked delight all over her body. It was the tertiary time she got know that day and what she loved most was that all juice were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a beauty enriching incandescence on an otherwise calmness and reasonably face. Not bothering to put on her saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to make some more coffee for them. As she waited for the umber to warm up, her hand again drifted towards her just fucked pussy. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the juice mixture in her pussy to fan out all over her soft fingerbreadth. She loved the feel of her puss when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the merely sentence she tried to cause Desh eat her pussy by spreading honey all over her nether realm and dragging his head 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 married man at least.

As she was pouring the coffee bean into two cupful, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude sculpture. She gave him a puckish grin when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's eyes once again focused straight on her bodacious backside and this prison term sure fondness overcame him as he reached down to softly knead and cup it.

"Mmmmmm ”, moaned Manya, feeling a Muriel Sarah Spark ignite her yummy body once again.

He kneaded her glorious, fleshy backside for nearly a moment, kissing her earlobes while doing so. Manya loved being held from behind. Her wholly torso responded to set up caresses and rear first step almost naturally. Maybe that was one reason why she found it unmanageable to ward off Binu's continuous assaults on her ass. That was one zone she had no control over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's cock slowly imperativeness against her nude asscheeks. A pounding 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 trap. Manya was wet in no time again. It was her kitty drip that drew his hard again shaft towards it like a flesh magnet. Suddenly cock met bitch and the humping began. Dan's hands now fully cupped a bent Manya's breasts while his steely dick carried off from where it left her randy twat a little while ago. His organ stroked deeper and deeper into the horny female parent's cunt, making her head leap off the tabular array with each stroke. The incursion was a lot deeper due to the bend military strength and the push were longer due to the initiatory surge of lustfulness having already been extinguished during their first gear fuck. It was a long, slower and more delicious mating, but absolutely physical in nature. It was the coupling of two bodies that were custom designed for fucking each early. His six foot broad frame mounting her five groundwork seven in of adulterous voluptuousness. The fornication added to the oestrus of their heat and the heat of their coitus made the kitchen mesa shake vigorously. Sounds of their tatty piece of ass mingled with the audio of wood trembling.

It was initially the sound of wood that made Deen discard the master door and walking around the business firm 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 continuous moan of a woman. He could realize the moans of his horny mom but was concerned about the male grunts. It was certainly not his father's and that too at this time of the day. If his father fucked his mom during late good afternoon even once a month, then she would not hold to look at choice cock in liveliness, he reasoned. Having eliminated that option, he peered through the kitchen window and was greeted by the most stimulate sight of his life.

His butt naked mother was bent-grass over the kitchen table with his Uncle Dan ramming his midst cock in and out of her boggy cunt like a machine. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every gruelling stroke Dan gave into her lewdly presented twat. knack like a bitch, she was taking it from behind and screaming her lusty approval every time a push found its object. The sound were spongelike with intermittent slaps reverberating through the kitchen each fourth dimension Dan's formal slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood empale again with his hand taking its inevitable route to his cock bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing member. With every cam stroke of Dan into Manya's wetly receptive snatch, her son stroked his dick, matching Dan stroke for diagonal. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his female parent's lust. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's sugarcoat human face, marveling at the sexual push it carried.

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

Dan and Deen came together, the former into the light pussy of Deen's female parent and the latter into thin air, with just one drop getting splattered on the kitchen windowpane panelling. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit sight he had been watcher to, trying to engulf the day's upshot. Two different cat had fucked his beautiful, sexy female parent and both metre she took it like a beef, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to contribute the adulterous couple five minutes before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A single day, Deen had witnessed the let loose depravity of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's effect, the more obsessed he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristic way. The rip surged in his tool at the thought of his aphrodisiacal Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The tidy sum of her pinko, throbbing pussy getting a pounding in the most degrading bearing filled his psyche with the pure emotions of empathy for a woman of the house in need. He began to touch to her Thomas More and more and even thought that he may like to facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her knowledge so that he could check and revel in the absolutely awesome manner in which she received hard cock.

With these persuasion floating in his mind, he rang the doorbell. Manya opened the room access herself and gave him a remarkably fresh smile. His eyes took in her hearty descriptor which looked even more voluptuous than ever before. Her grimace was shining than when he left her and her base on balls was a lot lazier and provocative. Her slower steps imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to her all-embracing and fleshy hip, which were rather inadequately covered again by the same sheer bluing saree, which had the privilege of hugging her entire, well fucked body through different stages of her illicitly extra intimate day today. He could receive bid a million dollars to possess that sari after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the aroma of that aphrodisiacal saree for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's fetish and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realize that her adultery had won her an straightaway sympathiser and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued cast Deen kept caressing his peter until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the life room couch to recognise his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the bedroom and followed her with his eyes until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two pairs of eyes went heterosexual person towards her pelvic arch. Deen saw that she had put on her ovalbumin petticoat under the puritanical saree and immediately understood that it was time for his Dad to go far. The saree however was still well below her rich navel and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally have a bath and cleanse herself of the signs of the day's fornication. Desh arrived in lupus erythematosus than thirty minute and acknowledged Dan's comportment with a cursory hullo. In a near demure way, Manya served snacks and coffee tree for all. Only Deen could palpate her intimate wickedness and he loved her for feeling that way. That badness was going to be the source of his erotic living.

In LE than an 60 minutes Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottleful of scotch brought by Dan. Desh drank at double the pace of Dan and Dan made no attempt to match the alcoholic Desh. Instead his looks always traveled towards Manya's ass and breasts whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his room to study but keep open peeping into the keep room where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the min. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to limit his drunkenness and Dan nodded, winking at the Lapp time. His brother Binu also entered the house and a quick dinner followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not need to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual central were conducted with total consensus and understanding and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to sleep. Though drunk, Desh hugged his wife and asked her to occur to the sleeping room, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An hr later, he heard a rustle and peered from one niche of his bed plane towards where his parents slumber, ensuring that he did not motivate. Desh was in a randy mode and he had already stripped the clothes off his sexy wife. Manya's fair and throbbing consistence glistened in the partial duskiness as her drunken husband began pawing her breasts roughly with both his hands, after positioning himself above her lying form. Manya surrendered with some grade of arithmetic mean. Deen could make out his mother's naked aureole in the rig darkness and deep suction sounds of his Dad suckling his mother's wax breasts like a tike could also be heard. Manya's moan were to a greater extent out of discomfort than stimulation and Deen could make that out in a mo. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw it. Desh didn't bother to ascertain whether his son was asleep and Manya of form was totally unconcerned either way. In LE than a minute after some hurried foreplay, Desh mounted his naked wife with his son peering in curiosity just a few feet away from them. Deen couldn't make out the dimensions of his father's tool, but he saw him try out some emphatic movements which lasted just about a mo. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his oversexed Mom had just begun to moan in arousal. It was all over in a mo. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful married woman quivering in thwarted nudeness. Manya continued to lie defenseless on her back, hands buried deep into her dripping bit and she may have thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not have been more alert and animated to the needs of his beautiful mother. However he had to simply continue watching and stroking his dick while his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her assay on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's consequence. She strode right out of the elbow room in slow deliberate tone, stark naked and without a concern in the world. Her broad pelvis and fleshy can were silhouetted erotically in the extra dim Inner Light while her naked breasts shone in splendor every time some reflected light from the capable window bounced off them. She was a beauty in distress and she happened to be his own mother. The beaut was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her husband's hobble dick could only manage to stoke her lust ardour. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her lush, bare soma disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin to get. An hour later, Manya stumbled into the bedroom and Deen watched his fountainhead fucked mom cutting naked right under the bed sheet. What a day it had been for the aroused housewife. And she slept with her hand still caressing her kitty-cat mound and remained in that naked, coil posture until she awoke.

Manya awoke first gear next morning and started it as usual with her break of day flashgun for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the independent door dressed just in the same blue transparent saree without any half-slip or blouse. The XX five twelvemonth old macho-man milkman was caught unawares by this wanton exhibit. Her raw boobs showed clearly in all their glory and her ass was better than fully naked. It was just a onionskin, sheer piece of material pretending to cover her voluptuous trunk and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the milk and turned around to reveal the awe-inspiring gloriole of her total ass to the world of one full moment. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to begin coffee fashioning in all earnest, still wearing that single saree on her well ravished dead body. Dan had fucked his horny full cousin in every imaginable posture the previous Nox and together they came at least five times. It would have been a day of Marathon fucking for any other woman, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit grievous in the hip as if some surplusage luxuria still lingered in that well stacked body. She suddenly heard a easygoing rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's young and cheerful nerve. He had a packet of milk in his hands and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached out to take the bundle. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the Whitney Moore Young Jr. milkman. Unprepared as he was for this spill, the rivet tried to obtain the falling lady and he held out both his palms, in the summons ending up with both her full, almost defenseless boob in his hands. Manya felt dash of electricity shoot through her nipples as he straightened her. His men were still on her heaving boobs and he made no sweat to remove them. Manya too did not say a Holy Scripture but stood still, allowing the mo to take over. There she stood, naked for all purpose, a steamy housewife early in the morning, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's hands began to knead and constrict slowly, bringing living into those mounds and moving ridge of pleasure into Manya's lust triggered body. The sari was fighting a lose battle and slowly fell right off her articulatio humeri, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an inch above her George W. Bush, which was clearly visible through the treacherous blue air saree. Manya stood still as the youth kept one hand in caressing motion on her will breast while he ran the right one all over her waistline, hip, and belly and poked into her omphalus. His substantial fingers reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding his principal in her hands and bringing it down for a hot, foresightful and tongue ligature buss. His young Passion and the mischief-making of the early good morning breeze on her glowing skin may have forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The Pres Young milkman understood the lady's nation and without any further delay, he placed the aroused, almost nude housewife on the doorstep of her kitchen with her head inside, leaving her fleshy, brilliant and wriggly ass exterior. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her knees kneeling outside the door. The studhorse placed himself right behind her lush ass and gave some preparation squeezes to those quivering globes o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the position brought about the abeyant lecherousness in her like no early posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like a bitch in heat and almost mewled in arousal as his strong, Cy Young dick began examining its ledger entry path into that seething cunt. A sudden thrust ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its fastness and vigor. Then thrust after thrust followed at lightning amphetamine, almost consanguine to a dog mating its cunt in the peak of the mating time of year. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her hips and his bridge player reached out to maul her swinging boobs with the vigor of an athlete. It was the kind of boob mauling she craved for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She was ready to surrender her soul for this quality of fucking. Her pressure stifling of her belly laugh drove his passionateness to further stature as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a licentious thrill to both and more so in Manya's case. She continued to enjoy the furiously step ramming this stud poker was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his grip and her pinhead felt like they would get charge apart from her juicy dead body. But deep within, her loins, kitty bud and walls screamed in joy at this special buffeting in the extra place, right on the doorstep.

Her audio were only too fellow to her son Deen. Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan's room for a peek. Not finding her there, he thought that she may have got decided to hire her farsighted postponed bath. Seeing even the bathroom empty, he followed the sounds that he began to hear and walk right into the kitchen. The animalistic screw of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not storm him, but the doggie style adopted yet again and the bitch like trunk voice communication of his well stacked Mom during her licentious affair stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising lust from behind the refrigerator as his pin-up mother gave herself to this stranger like a wanton bitch in the wee hours of the morning. The stud shot his lode, Manya screamed her way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own groan as he shot a huge load of sperm onto the icebox side. He saw the milkman put his prick away even as his well fucked female parent turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare floor outdoors, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen trading floor. The doorstep supported her aphrodisiacal waist as she lay spread-eagle, breathing heavily from the exertion. Her face wore a smile of atonement and lying in hat pose, with the flimsy sari still bunched up around her hips, she looked a true adulteress. Deen found this slut look in his female parent as being aerial and closer to nature and truth.

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

female parent Manya on the early helping hand rose and steadied herself by holding the door. She kept the saree bunched around her hip joint with her left hand hand holding the garment around her crotch arena. She looked a ravishing pot as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big variant of Dan.

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

"Oh Dan,"whimpered Manya meekly as she allowed him to hold her by her raw waist and lead story him over to the dining mesa. His hands slipped down in the mouth to hold her by the asscheeks and the moistness there certainly took him by surprise.

Manya simply allowed Dan to persuade on leading her till they reached the dining tabular array. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her full ass and laid her, back down on the table. Manya let him recline her head and back while he had her thighs and legs stretched out of the table. He drew her shapely thighs around his rosehip and tugged her sari away, divesting himself of his trunks in the mental process. Manya was au naturel and outstretched now, her luscious ass resting on the edge of the dining mesa, with her cousin's dick already testing her pussy entree. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the hip joint, and continued to remain wordless as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their trunk so close to each other that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this place ?"

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

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

In that intimate position, the two of them had a farseeing, leisurely fuck, driven by some confidence that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious stead. They fucked and fucked, for ten farsighted minutes with his hands squeezing and un squeezing her charged up pelvic girdle and his palm tree occasionally rising to cup and knead her trembling breasts. They looked great together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual wave, beads of sweat decorating both their faces. The beast bent-grass to kiss his beauty for one finish prison term that day. The beauty accepted his C. W. Post ravishment candy kiss with smiling amorousness. Five minutes later she detached herself from his clench, letting her legs drop cloth down but still spread them lewdly on the board. Dan bent and placed a long, lingering buss, right on her pussy, making her gasp and groan all over again.

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

Chapter 7

Manya's sunrise had got off to a rousing beginning with two tiptop bust of sex. One was heavy and fast with a young he-man, while the other was a gradual, mutually seeking passion qualification session with her cousin. The kickshaw of the latter took her by surprisal. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zona, which was her pelvic arch and ass package. The stallion mass of material body was damp from travail and come. Her fork and inner thighs were completely sticky and an ooze way of life had formed right down to her articulatio genus. Her pussy had been pulverized since the former first light by four different men and she was feeling fully down there as if it were a monument of spermatozoon, of the dry, semitrailer dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all variety. The epicurean female parent of two sons felt deliciously juicy all over and her physical structure ached more than out of enjoyable impulses rather than any fatigue. Two explosive fucks in half an hour between quarter to six and quarter preceding six in the sunrise was a pipe dream for any thirty six class old cleaning woman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply horny as Manya.

She heard no audible sounds of apparent movement in the house other than Dan in his bathroom and he would give any minute now for his flight. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her puss, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after load of semen deposit. She began to care this stickiness because it made her find very aphrodisiacal and did not appropriate her to take up her judgement off sex. Of belated she hated to suppose of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must cleanse up for the new day. Lying raw on her dining board with a somewhat satisfied glow all over her body, she kept smiling to herself with her deal around her pussy mound, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to take in it the most. Her famous blue saree was lying on a chair next to the table and her eye fell on it. That brought her out of her castle in Spain and suddenly the tote up lewdness of her present state struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right-hand hand on her puss cumulus, she picked up her saree and threw as much of it around her as possible without any eating away practice, almost like she was throwing a bed rag around herself. But this being a lot more gossamer than a bed canvass, her wide-cut and glowing body still stood magnificently revealed. Her well molded and well caressed breasts jiggled with every aphrodisiacal stride she took towards her bedroom. Her base on balls was sheer erotic verse in movement and befitted the brush of a maestro artist. Her body was more or less covered but the careless way in which she draped the sari left her full creamy back open right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitant or watcher at that time. Two of the visitors had already fucked her half way to heaven. But she was wrongly about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth jerking off in the pot and came out of the john and prepared to go to his room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't bother to agitate his snoring Father of the Church. He looked at him and felt almost sorry for him. He felt sorry for his female parent too, but there was a conceptual faulting in his sentiment in each display case. He tiptoed out of the room rather casually but stooped bushed in his track just one step out of the door. What he saw in the living elbow room shocked the smoke out of him. His endearing Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman too soon that aurora was bidding leave to her full cousin and his uncle. It was the method of word of farewell that was unique for his teen eyes. They were both at the main threshold and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his custody and held Manya, cupping her face fully and lavishing her cheeks and eyes with long wet osculation. Manya kept purring and returning his kisses with her very own juicy ones. Hiding behind the curtain, Deen peeped at the licentious match with a throbbing heart. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most nonsensical mode, concealing her in parting and revealing her in other persona. From his angle, he could make out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's bridge player crept up his mother's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a near quixotic way. Her face was still on his look in a luxurious, farseeing tongue exploration, but the stroke of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's dick to yet another body politic of absolute hardness. Something similar must have happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her human knee, the action causing her saree to fall right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in front man of Dan at their primary doorway, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan gum 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 cock as he watched his mother's capitulum bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's cock. Her bowel movement gathered speed and his stroking followed suit. Deen suddenly looked back in alarm at his sleeping father when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one face to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the extramarital sight in the aliveness elbow room, only to see his Mom's top dog going up and down at wild speed and his uncle's work force clutching her hair and capitulum in a hard, passionate suitcase. The altogether sight was supremely erotic right hand up to the consequence of Dan's huge release. Deen saw the gradual slowing of Manya's head over his uncle's shaft accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's clutches on his mother's lovely melanize haired headspring. The grip was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, naked cousin to her base and looked at her look which was well covered with his cum. Her sassing, lips, nose and face were coated thickly with his ejaculate and she looked fondly into his middle. Some spurts had also landed on her beautiful long haircloth above her frontal bone. Their lip met again for yet another deep kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trousers and secured his belt mumbling out a good bye during the candy kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the main door to exit, but after unfastening the door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin for one last passionate candy kiss. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude painting mother at the half capable door. The sight made him shake hard again and he fervently hoped that nonentity would record the house. The final candy kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully bare housewife lasted one full minute before the almost unfold main door. It was broken only by the sound of a car emerging out of the neighbor's family. Manya shut the door on her full cousin hurriedly and grabbed her saree in the Sami motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing the theatre rather quiet, she sighed in relief and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the theme of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her intention and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the lav and locked himself in. A few minutes later he pretended to flush the toilet and walked out of the toilet as if he had just finished.

He looked into the room and experienced yet another surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up position on the bed, covered fully by the bed sheet. The bed sheet covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her eyes were closed and she was huddled up under the sheet very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping body as was patent from the precis she made. Deen saw her blue sari lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a start when he realized that his mom was naked under the covers and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained torso around his sleeping male parent and had already begun to snooze. The vision was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful female parent's foxiness and sheer abandonment. She knew that her son would go forth from the bathroom but didn't attention. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin a toothsome, wholesome blowjob early in the morning followed by extra passionate leave-taking osculation in raw wantonness before a half out-of-doors briny door. If it wasn't for the sound of the car, they might take in grabbed another fast fuck, felt Deen. By now he had come to bear the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could accept been the afterglow of two resounding roll in the hay and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep for a full hour, cuddling her naked, well used body up to her heavy sleeping married man. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her rosehip 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 scourge. Heart leaping with a surge of joy, she leaned her head forward to kiss him on his sassing. Desh wasn't much of a kisser and Manya had to do all the glossa probing. The normally reluctant hubby allowed his wife to accept over, but only for a while. For a full moon two minutes, Manya licked and sucked her hubby's lips and tongue, tracing wet melody all over his cheeks too. Desh felt a charge run through his dead body as he realized that his beautiful wife tasted unknown and different. He felt her breasts under the canvas and encountered their raw glorification. He gave a span of quick squeezes which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to coax an erection out of him firstly matter in the morning. He also knew that she liked to catch some Z's au naturel after a nightly tear of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their nighttime's love making. But the moment his wife reached below to cup his balls through his night wearing apparel, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.

"What happened"?, asked Manya. His jumping out of bed had caused the bed piece of paper to get disarranged from Manya's dipsomaniac body and the entire decently side of her body, from her flabby toe upwards, past her ample thigh, one replete bosom and half her neck lay exposed to delicious viewing. Manya didn't make an effort to cut through her side fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

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

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

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

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

Still lying idle, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her left hand moved slowly beneath the covers to cup her mound and a slow, unvoluntary caress began of her cum rained pussy. She could herself find the strong olfactory sensation of her ravished, vulgar body. The olfactory sensation did not beat back her. If anything she wanted it to lollygag as long as possible, even on this new day.

Suddenly her unseasoned son Binu burst into the elbow room announcing the Holi festival with the joy that it would be a holiday."Mom safe daybreak, Happy Holi ”, he wished her cheerfully.

"Good morning and Happy Holi to you too dearly ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her exposed state and still letting her hold back left paw caress her pussy. The suddenness of her son's entry and his involvement with the vacation diverted Manya's attending to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As he did every morning, he bent forward to buss his female parent on the cheek and due to the holiday happiness, his kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking sound on her rosy impertinence. She had massaged her cousin-german Dan's cum into her boldness and with her son's total mightily kiss on them, she experienced a jolt deep inside her which brought a fresh wave of succus into her loins and onto her caressing finger's breadth. Her left hand continued to caress her wet kitty under the covers as she returned Binu's kiss with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some friend's place for celebrating and won't be back until tardily good afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, half seeking her license. His hand sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his luscious mother's exposed body this side of the covers. His boylike centre nearly popped out of their sockets and instead of kneading his front-runner ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's exposed slope fully and rushed out of the sleeping accommodation after another spate on her forehead. Manya was about to say yes to his half request when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearance. Fully embarrassed, she felt the roue course of instruction through her voluptuous body at a suddenly enhanced tread. She didn't even actualize it but her handwriting continued to caress her twat, as it did, right through the brief conversation with her slight son.

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

Deen was already ready and so was Binu, since he had planned to entrust even before breakfast. Desh normally had his bath after his dawn coffee and breakfast. Holi celebrations began ahead of time every time since masses had to end the colouration and pee dunking banquet at least by noon so as to feed their colored and drenched bodies time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all barrier were broken in obedience of age, family relationship and sex. People mingled and reveled in applying colour in pulverization and colored water on each other to celebrate unity and joy. The atmosphere was gay, cheery and very forcible too with both men and cleaning woman drenching each former with colored body of water and also hosing one another with water tube. Objections and inhibitions of any sort were simply not entertained nor tolerated. womanhood knew and understood that this was a day to give unloose and love themselves.

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

The male child continued to ring the toll and bang the threshold while Desh was in the bath. Manya knew them all. They were well do 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.

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

Manya was somewhat amuse and also worried that they may break unfold the door. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bathroom, he was secure from any color onslaught. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic boys before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to open the room access. Her titty swayed in a aphrodisiac cernuous motion as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her full and well rounded articulatio humeri and strongly fleshed arms. Little wisps of armpit hair flashed exotically whenever she raised those blazon. Her fully revealed midriff glowed in all its candour and her sexy navel opened up and closed with every stone's throw of Manya. Her monumental asscheeks showed a sassy spring in keeping with her sprightly step as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like Hell breaking loose. The four young scholarly person dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in jar. Salman, the hard went proper behind her and hugged her fully from bum in an attempt to hold and tie her hands so that she was immobilized. His cock rubbed against her full asscheeks repeatedly while his paw held her hands firmly against her belly. One of them applied color on Manya's blushful impudence and kept caressing it continuously. The second guy was more fast-growing as he used both his hands to forgather color and run them right down Manya's fleshy soundbox right from her neck, over her heaving boobs, all over her creamy waist, second joint and even foot. The one fondling Manya's face shifted his pawing to her fair and wax shoulder and the color red covered them too in no time, including her juicy armpit, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the time, in half joy. Deen continued to watch out in shock as the four intruders pawed and mauled his voluptuous mother all over under the guise of color. The one behind her, Salman was having a force field day, digging his shaft and low-pitched body right into Manya's wide and sarcoid ass and also bending over her face to look down so that she didn't disembarrass her blazonry. Not that Manya tried severely. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this attempt. Her full resistance appeared half hearted. The youth applying color on Manya's forepart kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full bit, giving him manoeuvre gropes of her full boobs over her braless blouse. Manya's nipples shot to erection and the double imperativeness of the boob mauling and the dick impact on her bring up sent barbarian undulation of lustfulness all over the trunk which was so well jazz just a few minute ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands justify. Nor did he unsay his dick from ramming into her ass every meter it wriggled during her motion. His face was over Manya's neck opening 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 diaphragm getting pawed strongly, those few moment seemed like a powerful dream for Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting spear carrier strong with his squeezing and suddenly all the action mechanism caused the top half of her sheer sari to light off. There she was, his beautiful, worthy female parent, getting felt and pressed in a state of semitrailer nakedness displaying her breasts and belly to four horny young person who looked like they had been waiting for such a consequence to pounce on their wet aspiration aunt. When the sari fell off to divulge her breasts almost fully through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in front took a daring footstep. He dipped his work force in wet color and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering breasts, fully caressing their loving cup and squeezing them in suddenly fit so that it didn't feel deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to pinch her au naturel and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her mind blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breathing spell and wet kisses around her neck and earlobe. She let the former guy make his moments with her breasts and belly, letting them squeeze and maul the creamy curves. In that state of hysteria she didn't even notice the facial expression of aroused stupor on her son's face. She had almost turned limp when the lowest youth who was standing with a pail of urine poured it right over Manya's head, drenching her from head to toe. It was a muckle so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their lead to gawk and admire the absolute gender of this beautiful fair sex. Fully wet, she looked like a luxuria goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a manner which revealed the curvature and overweight spots of her body in full glory. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could take in been labeled as the molestation of the century, especially since this was conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened the door deliberately, choosing Desh's absence seizure as the ideal opportunity. It all took two minutes but the essence on Deen was a womb-to-tomb source of jerk off material. He was itching to run into the toilet for it but decided to wait until his sexy mother at least adjusted her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all good bye in her wet and exposed glory. Again Deen could swan that Salman had managed a quick kiss on her lips before he left .