The shrill break of the day alarm sent rambunctious deadbolt and waves into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her deep eyes and cast a sleepy-eyed glance towards the post next to her. Her heart met with the not so inspiring sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure minor, his breather carrying the odor of pot likker and his chest heave in flat regularity. The 36 class old lady of the house sighed and shifted her full-of-the-moon frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a dilute white blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inches below her deep navel, she dragged her voluptuous dead body out of bed towards the bathroom, pausing for a import to reckon at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked tangle and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brownish black aureole stared right out of her thin blouse and this morning the ends were sharp and pointed, indicative of her bodily penury for a full blooded fuck. Almost involuntarily her hands went to the overweight region between her thighs and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to make in warmth, the import her finger's breadth sought the warm crimp. With an unhearable moan, she gave one loving power play between her inner thighs and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a shudder of sculptural relief as some of the accumulated horniness found alternative liberation. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same scant attire she moved to the primary threshold to pull in the morning milk. Opening the door, she bent to pick up the Milk and in the mental process her full tit spilled out to form a yummy cleavage. From the corner of her eye she saw the milkman's cycle parked in the compound and realized that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her daily coming into court. A full bit was spent in gathering the Milk during which her creamy boob spilled nearly 80 percent out of her thin, low cut blouse. Giving this morning show was now a use, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting accusation from this flash and even when somebody former than the usual milkman delivered the milk, they learnt to stay until Manya gathered her milk.

Turning her back to the milkman, she started closing the room access, giving him a lingering thought of her ample, meaty ass and a awaken rear panorama of her trunk, especially since the petticoat came down to well below her hips and settled almost at the first of her ass gap. Just before finally losing the threshold, she turned again towards the outside and offered another flash of her huge diaphragm, with its flaring curvature at the waistline and the juicy, deep, inviting navel. This exercise was her morning quinine water and a day was bland without it.

The entire five foundation seven inch of her entire bodied, well stacked, lush soma swayed with a heady grace as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a mo to peep into the room of her two sons, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and content, hands between his thigh and lost in a dreamy humanity, while Binu was sleeping on his back, his right hand placed idly around his crotch. What caught her eye was, however the tenting in his shorts, sticking imposingly out at the ceiling. She smiled indulgently like a female parent would, but a deep dampening crept up her pussy, which was already aroused by the morning display for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to prepare the morning umber and breakfast. Within an hour all sin would break loose as three males would rush through their morning routine, gulp their food for thought and flee the theatre, leaving her all alone. The thought made her feel a bit abandon but also filled her with an enterprise and defection that came from the noesis that she would be all by herself with her voluptuous, sensuous body.

Deen was always the world-class one to wake up. Nearly six infantry tall, he was a conciliate hulk, loose limbed and with the body voice communication of a secure and lovable kid. Manya continued to remain in her garb even before her Kid and it had become normal for them to watch their skimpily clad Mom go about her job every morning in that state of undress. She had been doing it now for the past tense 4 twelvemonth out of sheer convenience and it never struck her that their bursting hormones would one day lease cognisance of her ample charms, especially her well round off bum, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

"commodity 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 middle. Deen could see right down her partly unbuttoned blouse and decipher the wide bender of both her melon like breasts with the entire glory of their trailer truck pointed nipples.

His peter jerked to attention.

"Get set up dear. Today's your extra breakfast item. Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her full moon hips against his. Deen could feel the heat, balminess and meat of his Mom's hips as she went past him. He stifled a pant as her dainty finger's breadth inadvertently grazed his private parts. He wore no underwear beneath his shorts and he was startled by the near 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 stirrings of manhood had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His first hawkshaw caressing had taken place while he had seen her changing. His first major jerk off had been over her picture of her carrying him as a three year old. He loved concentrating on his three class old mitt clutching at Manya's bosom in the picture. And when he came, he made sure that some drops always landed on the picture show, if possible on Manya's beautiful face.

But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his rousing obvious and strove to camouflage it. Manya, on her constituent, noticed her elder son's noise but did cipher in terms of either her salad dressing or body language to hive off him. If she was built sexy and left with an eternally horny physical structure due to her hubby's inanition in bed, then she couldn't supporter it. No force on earth can hide a cleaning lady in heat, especially a charwoman blessed with the rich contours and heavy lovingness of Manya. She had a body that craved loving. She had luscious breasts that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's warm up touch. She had a massive, protruding, more than proportionate ass that could well be her salutary asset. It was high, house, wide and with a curve that sent viewer'passions soaring. There was not one of her husband's acquaintance that didn't want to spank her curvy ass or plunge into her juicy pussy. She didn't care about their advancement and over sentence she learnt to endure with them. Even those long dipsomaniac parties where men would baby in subtle gropes and almost leer input while her husband would be sizzled left her quite in control. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a panoptic variety of men of all age mathematical group lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and osculate on the cheek. Binu was always the more illustrative and physical of the two kids. His hug lingered a little longer than necessary but Manya made no move to free herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his mother's nerve, this time rather close to the nook of her lip. Manya felt his Pres Young, 12 year old hard-on thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her puss moisten again. Binu's routine awakened her dormant lust. Though twelve twelvemonth old, his activity were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to grab her, rub his putz against her immense rump and let his deal roam all over his juicy female parent's expansive waistline. His hands groped the bottom of her braless blouse and made enough contact with her mounds to reach her squeal. It was easy for Manya to send packing her petty son's acts as childlike. Only a voice of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to remain so that she was spared of any dialogue with her sense of right and wrong. Unlike his elder brother, Binu knew his needs and made his moves very obvious, with no CRO for any communicating gap. Manya loved it. It made her sense very wanted and desirable. Binu on the other hand was sure that he was only expressing his extreme lovemaking for his mother.

After packing Binu into the bath, Manya decided to come alive up her husband. For a day-after-day inexplicable intellect, she draped a saree over her scantily covered torso and went into the bedroom. She liked to be close to fully dressed whenever her husband was around.

Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her sleeping hubby and studied his form as she neared him. He was an column inch shorter than her five feet seven inches, slender in arm and chest of drawers but with a pot belly that grew out of interminable hours of drinking, both at household and outside. He snored the bit his head hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their other days of marriage when she used to inflame him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his ears lightly while her fingers danced around his flaccid manhood. He would stir in those days and time lag until she would stroke him to semi erecting. Then suddenly, without warning he would catch her by the waist and twist her around to make her lie belly up on the bed. Using his unexpended hand to drag on her saree above her smooth, hot second joint, he would guide his half quick hawkshaw into her already steaming slit. A few gallant accident would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his tool into her bore love nest whenever it slipped out. About 60 second of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out a measly amount of sperm into her uterus, which would just about suffice to moisten her just watering goof. With an vex 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 lovely wife, pegleg bedspread, breathing heavily and thighs twitching in rising intensity.

The sight of a writhing trailer truck nude Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm would give birth been the ultimate erotic survey for any chirrup tom but for the sexy married woman herself it was a daily torture. And she was forced to go through this torture on a casual basis, at time with frenzied regularity and with the greatest ever regularity in the last few months.

In the concluding few eld here had been hardly any inspired tear of honey fashioning, which for her lusty physical structure was a want surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever take between her daily bread and a daily nookie, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh alive. With the usual morning oink and without the slightest tinge of a bright betimes erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the lav, not bothering to even wish well his beautiful wife.

The mo her hubby closed the can room access, she heard Deen promise out,"Mom, I need help to moisten my hair ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's privy. Along the way, she unwrapped her sari, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bath. She didn't want to wet the saree in the course of study of Deen's bath. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a crapper when Manya moved across to him, her braless breasts swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each dance step. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's deep and big navel. As Manya bent-grass and washed his hairsbreadth with shampoo her bellybutton and lower belly stared right into his boldness. It was a two-fold fiesta for the budding youthfulness as his eyes absorbed he juicy depth of her belly push button and his nostrils inhaled the musky smell of her Dubyuh, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three seconds his dick shot up in his undies, a sight which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting chemical reaction of her husband and son to the very same physical structure. But being the mother, she pretended normality and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the chroma of her shot. The rich lather forced Deen to fold his eyes. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into greater stimulation. Her big boobs would dip every now and then to campaign into his head word warmly while her crotch would hand tantalizingly secretive to his aspect, with the aroma almost sending him into a hearty stupor. The he felt the weewee raining down from the shower onto his face and head. On opening his middle he got a stupor. He was not the only one wet. His mother's sexy body was drenched all over the top half, her nipples poking right out of her wet blouse. The wad was astoundingly erotic with those creamy heap jiggling right in front of his face. Deen thought he would shoot out his mettle without even a touch. At the Saame sentence he was transfixed and puzzled by the total indifference with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son's aroused body. She seemed to be completely nonchalant in her near summate picture to Deen, her very own son. With her full hips barely a few column inch from his nous, she turned around to turn off the shower, in the process presenting him with a mind boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet petticoat. The garment made a huge inroad into her butt crevice and the unharmed show was straight out of one of those voiced porn flicks which he enjoyed now and then with his buddy. But he was better blessed than his supporter because he had daily real life soft porn scenes to live out in his own house and with his very own loving mother. A wild cerebration germinated in his head which seemed to come from out of nowhere -"What if any of his booster were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The mentation left him as soon as it came but the seeds were sown. Manya left the lavatory to check out on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his gumshoe the minute his mother's bodacious ass swayed out of tidy sum. He needed the release.

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

"It's getting sentence for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her assertion broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual manner his bridge player completely encircled her wide waistline and caressed the folds at the sides with the index digit of his right script straying into her umbilicus to finger it in a rotating gesture. The posture lasted one minute of squealing and 60 seconds of wearisome and steady pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this display of affection from Binu and only Manya suspected that the tactile sensation was quite intimate even from her son's incline. But as always, he would break just when her dead body began to betray her emotions. He would cease to caress her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his genes and libido from her position of the kinsfolk. But it was still too early to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was sword lily that somebody found her desirable and mortal wanted to palpate her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. Deep, hard and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if possible right out of her brains.

intuitive feeling fully aroused from all the amatory attending she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree around her wet underclothes and went to circularise the breakfast on the table. The dress felt burdensome and she found herself being slowed down by a silent monotone between her thighs. Involuntarily again, her left hand reached for her privates. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the frock for at least 5 minutes before the speech sound of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

"You'll trip up 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 feel Binu's eye repeatedly seeking her juicy belly button and Deen's center probing behind the wet blouse for the teat that had teased him during bath. Again a tremble ran through her and she felt both delight and sorrow. Delight that her womanhood was getting its due appreciation and sorrow that her husband was merely gulping his intellectual nourishment down in total neglect.

Minutes after they all left, Manya rushed into the bedchamber and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her wearing apparel off her heated body on the way. She unstrung her petticoat and deplumate the blouse off her bursting breasts as her lustfulness aroused consistency flopped onto the diffused bed. Both hand covered her good breasts, the ribbon kneading roughly and the fingerbreadth pulling at the now penetrative bakshis. Her ramification thrashed about as she literally crushed her full boobs like a monster in heating system. Her full organic structure felt like it was on fire and she thought she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her hands dropped quickly to her pussy mound and she worked her finger's breadth in and out of that plentiful and fleshy zone, causing her second joint to spread, close and spread in a judgment boggling sequence of desertion. She gave herself in totally to the demand of her soaker, neglected soundbox. Her waste luxuriance surged with renewed hope every fourth dimension she subjected herself to this explosion of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as her digit delved and probed into her soaked pussy, striking a frenzied rhythm in tune with her wildly aroused brain. The passionate start rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her wax hips up and down on the bed, as her finger stroked her horny body to a new height of ecstasy. She felt the tide emanation oceanic abyss within her loins and it only drove her fingers deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its peak and let loose a bursting flood lamp, washing her lumbus all over, making her finger reach furious speed until the flop began, first in her pubes, then in her fingers and finally in her golden, heavy inner second joint. With receding passion, she slowly regained normal breathing, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the low-toned stomach, feet still apart in a lewd reminder of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with travail and wet with her juices. The solid bed shroud was drenched and she silently decided that she would vary it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an hour after her marathon academic term she rose for a bath. The cool weewee felt comforting on her still hot organic structure. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her bush and pussy. She stroked, caressed and patted her mound indulgently until a flicker of arousal crept up her pricker all over again. Sighing, she stepped out arrant naked into her bedchamber. She used a thin white towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own hands. She dabbed the get down towel all over her gorgeous body until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her long hair. She wrapped the towel around her hair after ten minutes of drying. Opening her closet, she tried to decide on what to don when her centre fell on a light blueness transparent saree and a sheer snowy blouse. She took both of them into her hands, without as much as a thought for a bra and petticoat. She hated the weightiness and pressure of undergarments. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to sense the fabric rub against her supple and sexy flesh, especially around her splendiferous hips and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a rig transparent saree gave a complete exposure of her scurvy treasures and overweight thigh. But she didn't care. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underclothing and she had the entirely day right up to her husband's arrival to fall away back into them anyway.

However it did not employ to her two Logos. She was comfortable without unmentionable in their bearing and she guessed they were prosperous too. In any eccentric there were no obvious signboard of embarrassment on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through saree without a hint of underclothes. right through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one single garment on her lush body, be it a underskirt and blouse or saree without half-slip. The full phase of the moon dress was for their father, a fact which they came to realize rather betimes. The theme made them experience respectable and cozy about their sexy mother. They loved her a lot more for the superfluous comfort level she seemed to share with them. It made them finger 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 umbilicus, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's ample pelvic girdle and threatened to fall right off her juicy body if she even bent forward a little more than needed. The blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was so tight and low cut that half her cleavage was on appearance right through the flimsy saree. The bottom of the blouse was almost tucked into the base of her to the full dumbbell, giving them life and saltation as she walked. From the root word of her breasts to maybe an in above her bush was a completely unveil territory of boost flesh. Manya's window of seduction was her fleshy yet sexy middle and the horny homemaker was fully mindful of it. It was huge, wide and bedecked with possibly the deepest and juiciest belly button on earth. When she walked in this attire, her thigh and trimmed bush offered themselves to consider in tantalizing peeks. Taking the seat view, the saree dipped right down to the tips of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily drape itself around Manya's meaty stern. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front end of any viewer who happened to run into this steamy wife and mother of two. Putting it plainly, her whole trunk screamed for a fucking.

The beginnings of fidgetiness crept into her lush body and Manya launched into her habitual heap caress. She would thumb herself after bath for about a few arcminute everyday before preparing lunch. Now, while she was in that dreamy patch, she heard the buzzer ring. She first looked out of the window and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three days to extradite veg and fruits. Manya rose from the couch, hand still on her crotch and moved to open the doorway. She kept her paw on her mound in a overtone caress and retained it all the way up to the door, reluctant to give up the warm moistness which had begun to engulf her loins and also take form a pocket-sized wet patch on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

Left to herself, Manya would give birth preferred to gratify in prolonged self ravishment in her present humor. Her mind quickly accepted the invasion but the sign to her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a certain inner discordance, especially between her thighs, where a lilliputian gook 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 hand still playing with her kitty through the sheer sheepfold of her sari. The grocer announced that many of her usual choice of vegetables were sassy and she may like to admit a look 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 thrust, she withdrew her hand from where she loved to keep it the most and threw the door wide open up. The grocer, a heavyset man in his late XXX gaped in astonishment at her dress, or the lack of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to line his attention. The grocer's mind worked at the swiftness of igniter, unable to fathom the delicious wad in nominal head of him. He knew from his frequent sojourn that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a aroused lady of the house in all his house sales over the years. He could spot a hungry pussy when he saw one. Over the last one year he had seen Manya in various careless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in ascendancy of affair. It was more like she was teasing citizenry rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a prick teaser indefinitely and his prick was bound to have got its day. Her appearance told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any apparel. The saree was fully transparent, showing him all of her. The fat Vannevar Bush, those brilliant thigh and the stallion midriff, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly clit calling aid to his gaze. While she was fingering herself the top one-half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her rich and deep navel fully exposed to his sentiment. With the creamy material body above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the navel resembled a cunt 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 crystalise visual sense of her perked up nipples. She didn't realize that her saree had dropped and continued with her actual task of grocery picking from his basketful. The grocer's eye popped right out their sockets and his putz threatened to tear out of the framework it was stretching around his fork. His substantial handwriting felt a boot of blood as did every mineral vein in his body. Manya was decidedly the red-hot of his customers and he looked forward to visiting her mansion more to see the surprises she held for him in the form of her garb code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. breast, pap, navel point, midriff, thighs, and crotch hair - every ounce of her juiciest role was starkly seeable through her pipe dream like garments. The Arabian dancers did wear transparent fanny but at least they wore panties. Here a middle cured lady of the house was treating him to fleshy delights of the sort people only dreamt of.

The apparent involvement of Manya with the market basketball hoop and her ignorance of the commonwealth of her boobs suited the grocer and he let his athirst center travel all over her voluptuous figure, taking in the sexuality oozing out of every in. His eyes rested for longer moments on her pelvic girdle, the exposed luck of which was like a heap of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only flesh in motive is left for this sort of wanton presentation and his animate being inherent aptitude gradually took over. He shifted closer to her, as if to avail Manya lade her bag with his poppycock. He held the bag up for her while Manya filled it with a clustering of vegetables. She had to countermand her arms up to do so and in the cognitive process, her upper saree dropped right off her berm, dresser and waist to pillow tantalizingly at her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed she was all along to his gaze. Her side acquired a sudden rosiness but there was no way she could cover herself up since both her hands were occupied. She looked into the grocer's eyes and observed the electrocution cacoethes. His looks sent shivers up her backbone and a quick flood of juices gushed forth from her pubic region to further dampen her already wet vulva.

This time the gush of juice was unlike. They flowed and flowed without a jailbreak. The control mechanisms which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his warm gaze. The grocer extended his strong arms towards her exposed coxa and dragged her closer. His manly touch did the trick. It was the tinge of a man, strong and reassuring. It was also the suitcase of a testosterone ample male which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his other hired hand gripped her right hip to fill in the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The virile grocer jerked the beautiful wife towards himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent bosom jiggled at his action. His script on her meaty hips encountered raw heat and he realized that this juicy body was being wasted. He could hear a one-half sob as he strengthened his hold on her low-spirited pelvis and turned her around. Her high rise buttocks came into hot contact with his dick and even through the sheer garment, their heat took him by surprise. If ever there was a randy woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he care to know.

With one single tug, the sari came right off her hot hips and fell in a heap at her feet. Manya was still in a lustful daze as she allowed him to anything he pleased. She moaned as he felt his hired man caress her plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her rear end and kneaded it. The kneading continued and Manya got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of restraining him. Her tingling twat was now dripping at the ministrations of this grocer. Her pegleg parted on their own accord and he reached down to carry his squeezing into her inner thigh and finally her seething, soaked pussy. That set off her conglomerate lustfulness trigger and she cried out in helpless craving and fell right down onto her knees.

In that posture she presented an amazing mountain on all fours. Her face was glazed with lust and her ass quivered in wanton luxuria. She wriggled her hips and constrict backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his trousers and brought out his steel hard dick, which was now throbbing with as much prediction as the horny housewife's kitty-cat. He cast one glance at the crawling form of the beautiful womanhood before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a beef in heat. She needed a screw and like inferno, he was going to founder her one.

In one single dip he entered right into her nest, her wet snatch rampart giving an over lubricated welcome. Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in lust. He began stroking into her mawkish puss with gradual question. The lust crazed housewife screamed for harder strokes and driven by her wanton behaviour, he thrust harder and faster. His huge pecker, which she hadn't even seen, made furious inroads into her supply ship but hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new zones of passion. The pumping lasted five scalding minutes and the sheer trinket and heat of the situation overcame both of them. He reached his climax with a roar and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like gripe. On all tetrad, she was letting a grocer bang the Hades out of her over sexed snatch. But he was doing it well and she knew of nix but rooster till he spurted his come in several long spurts deep inside her womb and all over her book binding and ass. He came so much that his virility surprised the under apply wife.

Like a true chauvinistic male person he just released her hips with a oink and quickly buttoned up his pant before she could turn around. Her still convulsing body was recovering from the delicious onslaught and she looked up gradually towards his body. Her first coup d'oeil went towards his crotch but was disappointed to see that he had already put his woman pleaser away. There she was, lying well fucked by a 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 trading floor, still in a half creep stance. She was still in heat and she still looked a cunt. Her ass felt well gripped and handled. Her pussy felt well pumped. Her mind was well relaxed. Her tit however still ached for a caress and that ache got transferred again to her pussy. A soft heating began within her loins and this storm Manya. What was the extent of her appetency, she wondered.

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the get-go two buttons undone as always. Her sari was in her hands and she tried to decide whether to put it on or go for a wash. Her thighs were sticky and some cum still settled wetly over her puffy pussy lips. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her finger over her pussy rim and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her finger and brought them to her nozzle."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the smell. Then suddenly the doorway Melville Bell rang. Surprised and alarmed at the untimely ring, she hastily began to tack the saree over her ravaged hips. It was a relatively slower process since she did not make the benefit of a petticoat.

"Who's this"? She called out.

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

Partly relieved but still alarmed she draped her saree quickly around herself. Now she didn't have to worry about perfection in attire since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to fuck her just s a petty while ago coupled with the freshly fucked feeling still coating her senses made the housewife a wee bit guilty. She managed to wear the saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her crotch to once again forge a gluey patch out in front. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his good afternoon classes were cancelled and he had no humor to go to the library.

Walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different. Her hair was disheveled and her saree looked rumpled in a peculiar manner. Her scanty blouse was wet with sweat. If it wasn't for the glow on her brass, he would give presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen study. As she walked towards the couch in the living room, he noticed the languid front of her hip joint and the slow scroll of her hips. The rock was slower but sexy. It was an indescribable sight but she looked different. Suddenly he noticed the damp patch around her crotch on the crystalline saree. It looked so provocative, just below her rich people Dubya. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too late to repair things. In a bid to lay down the atmosphere more casual, she spread her thighs out and tried to unbend on the couch. Her posture became rather lewd for her adolescent son and he began to know the conversant stirring in his loins which looking at his sexy mother for more than a second always produced. At this stage Manya asked her son to take a tub so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the bathroom, sword lily that he could hide his arousal.

Manya was still lying in that obscene pose on the couch when she heard the main door overt slightly. She had forgotten to put away 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 lavatory where her son was bathing. But he had not come to impart. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the morning's astounding evolution, especially the relaxation with which he could enter Manya's hot pussy. Soon his thoughts led to a bursting hard on and he felt the time was still commodious enough for another go at the gorgeous piece of ass, which would be doing nada 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 pant in the like motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the can room access where Deen was. With hard and silent efficiency, he once again gripped her red-hot hips and judder her like a doll. Manya's body throbbed with renewed luxuria and her pussy started dripping in record book clock time. The risk in the position was obscured by the hotness of his manhood pressing against her already au naturel ass. He had merely hiked her sari up and push up his dick right into her willing and wet cunt. The pumping began instantaneously and her cunt heftiness started clasping his putz in covetousness, milking it to new heights of love. She could still hear the shower and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the Lapplander beef posture. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lust and disco biscuit. Her body responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a rich dose of seed deep inside her lumbus. She absorbed every pearl of his lovable cum and reveled in the sudden and volatile climax which the illicit face-off produced. In track record speeding, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a quick good bye. By the time, she moved from bitch posture to normal military strength, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in joy and out-and-out wonderment that she had been fucked twice in no time. Again she didn't even see the cock that gave her so often joy. But more exciting was the thought process that her son was right in the next room, but didn't know about it. How wrong she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to emerge from the toilet. After all 2 jerked meat offs in ten minutes need some clip for recovery.

The four youthful marauders left her threshold 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 tingling in her loins and an ache in her white meat from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her full consent. The simultaneous pressure of four pairs of hands and one tool on her surplus wholesome eubstance under the stalking-horse of festivity did its own thing to her somatic reply and right now she had lost all the tracing of satiety which the two mind blowing coming with the milkman and her cousin had given her. Instead her crotch and pussy experienced a rejuvenated itching from all the youthful caressing she received. The scabies was now spreading all over her inner thighs - such was the impact of raw energy on her mature voluptuous organic structure. After shutting the doorway, she slumped right down onto the level, her saree still off her shoulders, her body still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighbourhood painter and lensman. Sam was a sensible and easy spoken kid following door who always had that adulatory look in his eyes but not that raw warmth. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his perspective was also a bit distant and appreciative rather than physical, which was what about masses who came into impinging with Manya became.

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

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

"Let's go to the sleeping room Mom ”, he said as he tried to help her to her feet. Manya allowed him to help her. Her sari was still down and as she rose, her full-of-the-moon cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his case. Deen was still on his knees as he helped his mother to bear up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the midpoint of a fully afford, vast diaphragm stared right into his nerve, barely a couple of in from his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose thrust her umbilicus, making Manya shudder again for a second. Deen rose and placed his arms right wing around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the sleeping room. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to unfreeze her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly exposed body. He liked the smell of her squeezy waist flesh and its amazing elasticity and with a solidifying peter, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's face for a second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the can door opening and rushed out of the room, clutching his erecting, leaving his sire to confront his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed, with her sari top thrown aside, her expansive diaphragm and belly spread out out to any consistence's gaze.

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

Manya, whose handwriting were almost about to be active towards her snatch, got back to her senses on hearing her husband's screaming."It's all right wing. They are just boys and it's Holi. We have to be a role of the neighbourhood at least on festive occasions. Leave it ”, she reasoned.

Desh was pacified when he heard his wife's serene representative and he bent down, gave her a prompt kiss on her throbbing mouth and left for the room access, uttering a loud good bye. He would not be back until latterly evening.

The chief door clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's script went slowly to her crotch. It was spontaneous, built on long time of experiences. A slow up caress began and she glowingly recollected the morning's adventure, dwelling a few moments longer on Salman's vigorous thrusts on her sari covered ass. Her fingerbreadth probed deeper into her pussy through her thin saree and underskirt as she remembered his fleeting kisses on her neck opening, cheeks, earlobes and finally her mouth. The finesse with which her sexy body was manhandled by four rivet, without the slightest room for complaint left her astounded and deep within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their first step and thanks for choosing and appreciating her trunk of all the women in the area.

Deen entered the sleeping accommodation after his founder's release more to check on his Mom's condition. He needed no farther proof of her well being the import he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her kitty through her sari. He heaved a sigh of relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.

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

The pussy necking mother slowly opened her optic and told her son that it may be better to wait until high noon till the entire locality is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not strike repeated Bath. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her mitt from the mound she was caressing with a good deal charge. Deen left her on the bed and noted the time. It was just half past nine and the festival was still young. However he headed towards his room for a bit of interpretation, thinking that his Mom needed a rest.

Manya rested but only for a few minutes. She realized that there was some washing of clothes to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulders. It remained off her berm when Manya picked up all the clothes from the lavatory and shoved them into the washing machine. It remained off her articulatio humeri when Manya threw her T. H. White blouse of yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained off her shoulders when Manya contemplated whether the sari she was wearing needed to go into the political machine. Since there were a few hours still left for her bath, she decided not to remove her saree and clicked the washing simple machine on. The sudden activating of the machine when her script were still on it, sent a throbbing right through her lusty dead body. She sat down next to the machine, her leave behind hand on the machine and the right bridge player inside her pussy, probing through her saree. For a full ten minutes she caressed herself to the electrical rhythm, thrusting her fingers right through the garment into her blind drunk slit and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill groan and ran into the room, wondering what happened. His entry was soundless and therefore he was looker to his mother's half naked form next to the machine, heaving and panting with the end outburst of orgasm shuddering through her full consistency."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. Deen answered the room access and came to severalize Manya that all the inmates of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbouring building. A total of fifty invitee were expected, from the families of all friends. A few game were also planned to make the show lively. Manya agreed to come along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to shift out of her stage attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of promote drenching, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a secondment in the mirror and saw that her apparel stuck to her body, wetly caressing her sexy curves and made her expression rather provocative. She quickly shook the thought from her mind logical thinking that just about all would be wet in a Holi gather. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless shoulders, she left the menage alongwith her elderberry bush son towards the adjacent threshold terrace.

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

In the get-go game, everyone was made to sit in a circle and one person would run around with a handkerchief in hand. He would spend the handkerchief behind any somebody's back and that one had to attain it, blame it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind someone else's behind. Sam ran around first of all and after three rounds dropped it behind Manya's sexy back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a circuit. As she ran, her big breasts under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with exaggerated energy. Her wet saree hugged her Brobdingnagian buttocks and they jiggled sexily with every step she took. If viewed in slow question, Manya's run would deliver been the salacious run of all fourth dimension for the sheer intimate vigour it conveyed. She took three circles and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind sexy Manya's ass. Manya didn't posting it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to count behind her ass. She did so and rose with the handkerchief in helping hand. She ran around and dropped it this clock time behind Salman. Salman was almost expecting it. He took two rounds and again dropped it behind Manya's dipsomaniac behind. Manya rose and began her prick stiffening run with her sybaritic body bounce and swaying all over, knocker, ass and all. It was soon very clear that Manya was the dropping quarry because everyone wanted to see her sexy dead body in motion. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She was hoping soul would earn. Salman did and he suggested they play a unlike game called punishment. Manya sighed and looked at him in alleviation and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet loins again.

In this plot the new appendage had to pick a name from lots drawn and that name would take to run into with a punishment decided by the youngest phallus again. Deen being the youngest picked up a name and much to everyone'surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and say out the choose punishment."Make snacks for all L people in half an minute. Select one person to aid you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a moment, wondering whom to pick for helper. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not nimble enough to aid her in this kind of job. Noticing Salman's bright look in her direction, she pointed her delicacy finger in his direction. With a roar, everyone directed the mates to the kitchen in the basement, where the item for sandwich cooking lay. cipher else was allowed to participate the basement and it would mean a foul with further punishment.

Manya and Salman rushed into the elevator in a hurry and Salman pressed the threshold shut, clicking the basement button. Deen watched in pursuit as he saw his mother's fleshy posterior disappear into the face lift alongwith Salman. Her creamy back with the saree right down to her ass was the finale he saw of his juicy mom for the next half an hour. He also saw Salman topographic point his hand on his mother's ass just before closing the lift door, as if ushering her in.

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

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

"Mrs. M, don't stop me. I have been dying to pleasure your cover girl body the day I saw you. Today you will bed it, I assure you ”.

"We don't have clock time Salman. Snacks have to be made ”, she protested. her dissent was tame because his squeeze of her half exposed boob had already started the succus factory in her loin. A truelove drip began and her protestation thereafter were merely symbolic. Even before the elevator reached the cellar, he had her saree right off her lush body and he ushered her out of the lift, saree in hired man towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a psyche there as per the game. On his cell phone, he rang up the local eatery owned by his own family and ordered them to deport fifty dollar bill packets of sandwiches within 20 arcminute at the basement. Putting the phone away, he looked at her full body, clad only in half-slip and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny housewife by the shoulders and threw her on the basement floor in one quickly motility, raising her petticoat over her thighs. One hand mauled her breast while the other pounded her luxuriant ass. Manya was aroused beyond mention in double quick time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and flipped herself around, presenting her cycle, full ass to the young stud who had pawed her so strongly this morning. He had also agreed to avail her in the biz and that made her more grateful. She bent on all IV and shook her ass at him as if to press out her gratitude.Things happened in seconds as Salman, who already had his putz out, positioned himself behind the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite compensate given the post. Manya took his thrusts with gasp and yelps initially. As the powerful pistoning into her kitty assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful woman who was the wet dreaming of the vicinity. He knew that just about everyone wanted to bury their dicks into this lusty womanhood's pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His manpower reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon like boobs. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in the morning but here, he was making up with a vengeance. Boobs and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten min busrt of passion which made Manya's question spin and bitch go wild with secretion. Her fleshy pelvis and full phase of the moon breasts got the ‘ real man discourse'from the stud and Manya screamed in lust at every poking of his humanity. The alarum in his cellphone rang to signal the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly turn on married woman's lewdly presented pussy."Bitch, hire it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding stacks all over her ass and inside her hot up love nest.

Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her underskirt in the heat of his lust. When their combined passions receded, they heard the basement chime ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up his trousers and went to foot up the collation which would take arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the base, thought she heard the articulation 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. Sounds of something being unpacked came from the other side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said"We have fifteen more than minutes and my Dad is finishing the snack arrangement. We'll not be late."

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

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

"My goodness Manya, what are you truning into ”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to enjoy the second fuck Salman was throwing into her hungry, aroused cunt. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her physical structure all over and sending her into a supercharged state of lust. Manya gave herself up to his manful assault and continued to milk his putz with her twat until they both came together in a smashing orgasm. Her back orgasm in less than thirty moment with a first of all time lover seemed so familiar spirit, enjoyable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a unknown. Getting fucked was no longer strange to the extracurricular woman and mother.

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

The old man could take it no more. Less than two minutes were left for the couple to reappear on the bench. He grabbed Manya's cheek and gave one long, wet osculate right on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went limp, her hand continuously caressing his pipe organ through the pants. It was Salman's cry that forced the new couple apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and foul. The lift began its upwardly bm with the bite cart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a arcminute dove right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped his lips straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya gasped in amazement for the side by side thirty instant as her young macho-man slurped her well fucked twat like a true fan. Her succus flowed in gratification and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the present moment the elevator doorway opened and he licentious pair staggered out to the sunniness of fifty people.

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

The bite session had almost reached its end when one of the members cried out"fetid foul ”. Everyone looked in his direction. He was holding a restaurant tag in his hand which he discovered stuck to the base of his sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under education to remove all vestige of evidence that the food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to bear overlooked just one packet. The fault margin was pocket-sized but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering decided a spark hearted punishment for Manya, since even getting caught was part of the biz. Deen was asked to decide on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to take a skipping rope and carry out XXX skip without a break.

Protesting with a joke, Manya took the roofy and began skipping. Her saree was still quite damp and it stuck to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her full, unhindered breasts danced and jumped in tandem with her gigantic asscheeks. It was a lusty, mind blowingly erotic sight, watching the wet, mature fair sex skip in nominal head of an consultation of fifty. Deen realised his betise in fixing that penalty for his luscious mother. But it was too late. Moreover the sight excited him no end. He lost count of her omission and kept gaping, just as everyone on the terrace did. Manya reached ten without any problem. Slowly, the top half of her saree or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by the meter the sexy mother reached count fifteen, it fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crew in pin bead silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous charms of the fully exposed woman in their presence. Her low haggard saree was right at her hip off-white, and the wide-cut, huge midsection with the juicy wet omphalus was ripplingly give away. Her wholesome midriff flesh jiggled alongwith her melon like titty with the mamilla very clearly seeable for all to see. Topped by her ample meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a adult female screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to look normal because any stopping would mean that she would receive to start skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with arousal and he suddenly shouted"thirty ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped thirty meter or not. Nobody objected and the game was over, leaving every male organ on the bench aching and throbbing. The sonsy mother heaved a suspiration of ministration and readjusted her pallu and waited as people came back to normalcy from that intensely erotic lot they had witnessed. Deen's centre 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 biz. There could have been no better flock for a voyeur and he stored these figure of speech away in his brain for later use.

To fail the ice after that lusty display by Manya, someone suggested that they all go to the large body of water cooler on the railway yard below for some last dunking. Water dunking was usually the last item in a Holi jubilation. On the way down many women sympathised with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and game. Some were awestruck too by the sheer gender she had projected. Salman's female parent came across to her and said"Manya my love, if I had an ass like yours, I would retain Salman's father at home solid day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a mild sense of guilt and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a gentle credit crunch to Manya's enormous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the sure-enough people. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their toffee bones. Many of the cleaning lady were also dunked, with utmost maintenance and sobriety. A few teenage girls were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to scream, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those girls. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his voluptuous mother's turn was almost due. It was Salman's father who took the opening move by carrying Manya and throwing her into the cooler when nonentity else was in it. Fifty pairs of optic took in Manya's wet, drippingly voluptuous form as she emerged like a sex goddess from the armoured combat vehicle. Her saree stuck to her wide-cut bend and the rear portion dug into her ass cleft giving a clear picture, removing any sensory faculty of mystery about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the consortium and her wide physical structure rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of piddle in her rich navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their tongues out. Pin drop silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however hear a resident mutter to himself, clutching his crotch,"Desh is a lucky bastard."The man standing next to him also heard him and he added a rejoinder,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed everyday with that man of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this vulgarity with a mixed mother wit of choler and rousing. He was as aroused as them. He saw piffling incorrect in the ultimate physical construction of a genial urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would take it if all the men in the neighbourhood made a beeline for her when her hubby was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The moment she rose from the tank, Salman himself carried her by her full waist and dunked her all over again. She squealed this time, liking the casualness of his firm hands and even managed to drag him too into the armoured combat vehicle with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pool, staggering to retrieve primer. In the process their body met, his crotch against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few seconds, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did experience a wee bit of green-eyed monster at the total partiality the twosome in the tank were displaying. The woman being his mother added a fiery spark to his thinking. For the next five minutes he watched and heard his squealing mother as man after man carried her and dunked her with regularity, some of them doing it more than once. He saw Salman's father discretely pawing his Mom's wet assglobes even as he was throing her lusciously wet body into the armoured combat vehicle. When the men started taking a few special liberties on her still unaware self, Manya felt that familiar tingle in her pubic region. This was not the place to give in to her urge. She struggled out of the go man's groping manpower and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the nearest in the construction. The celebration were as good as sodding and people were clearing up.

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

Sam's heart took in her wholsome, well stacked form and licking his lips, he led her into his house. Deen's eyes followed his mother's wet ass, which could possess as well been naked. But it was lustier than naked and hornier than nude sculpture in that tightly clinging wet saree. He felt that he may like to ease up it a thorough spanking public treasury she yelped.

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by friends was actually Sameer and a budding lensman cum artist. He looked at Manya with his deep eyes taking in every apothecaries' ounce of her wet and lightly trembling body. The shake was caused on account of the ignitor cinch caressing her wet cutis. 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 first light's activities and could contract another half an minute. Recognizing Manya's urging to take a pee and her equally urgent need to rid herself atleast of the drip in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told her to use the toilet while he fetched the drier for her hair. Manya tread softly on the carpet, hoping the coloration water supply trickle from her juicy body would not damage the carpet. Her completely organic structure was coated in red, including her face. If she were to make a first appearance in this manner, none would discern her by face. But now everyone in the country would pick out her by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her flaring ass with the big tooshie cup. Almost all the men would accredit her blindfolded by look too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the neighbourhood wet dream and yet she maintained her own air and controller over things, managing to make everyone palpate scoop and exceptional. In short nobody would make out and tell on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny soundbox by doing so.

The unhurt house was silent as Manya entered the can and left the threshold overt for Sam to institute the dryer 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 bare asscheeks on the toilet. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet sari, extracting all the dripping water from it and placed it around her knees in battlefront, bunched up, but covering her second joint over the toilet keister. Then she removed the saree pallu from her berm and squeezed it too, draining all the piss from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a pounding in her loins. This fourth dimension the throbbing relaxed only the pee press but retained the early insistence - the pressure of her conglomerate horniness. The entire morning she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water and also experienced the exhibitionistic boot of being on video display during the fiddling games. The whole series of events where she was treated as a pure lust aim, but under the boilersuit attire of dignity gave her a licentious thrill. The two robust nooky given by Salman did gratify her sensation but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the omission where she felt L pairs of center simply boring into her delectable chassis. She did believe fillet when her pallu had dropped, but in a puckish burst of horniness, she had continued. The dozens of hands that had felt her wet body up at the water tank only served to stimulate her desires higher and higher and she was fighting a valiant battle not to let her arousal show. Doing all this in front of her son Deen did get at her for a minute but she was surely that he would empathise it was all piece of the jubilation. Her peeing bit were also instant of sexual introspection and as the last few bead of pee dripped out of her juicy pussy, she felt decidedly aroused and awakened.

In a bid to rise and flush the toilet, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam's sudden entry with the dryer made her drop curtain the saree in her handwriting out of surprise. She lay seated on the toilet nates, sari ranch around her thighs, toilet tail end and reaching the floor. Her chest was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful breasts through the dampness, slenderize blouse. They were swaying all over the place in approach add together exposure all sunup and even her season nipples were titillatingly exposed to the humanity. But now in the secrecy of his bathroom, with two blouse buttons off, their generous cleavage made a sass watering mickle, as did Manya's awkward present on the toilet seat in an even more inapt condition of having pissed and not flushed the toilet. She couldn't rise now, since Sam had already entered the Bath and it would attend embarrassing. She waited for Sam to sympathise her plight and perhaps depart. She also noted the curious look in his eyes and followed their gaze to look at her own chest and bosom. She gasped when she saw that her mammilla had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The unharmed orbit from below her knocker down to six inch beneath her navel point was fully spread, with the smooth, fleshy curves forming a lenify fold around her waist. The fold was very awaken and Sam's aesthetic intellect visualized a photo of how beautifully that shank could be photographed in various onionskin costumes.

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

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

"fountainhead whatever you say Mrs. M,"said Sam, surprised at his own cheek and struggling to curb his erection. Manya looked so toothsome and sexy on the toilet keister and the delicacy of the post added to the lustiness.

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

Sam took up her offer and went behind Manya, dryer in hand. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet Joseph Black hair. Manya made no change either to her sitting posture or her state of dress. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her wide-cut breasts and stiff nipples very generously to Sam, as a reinforcement for his movement. Sam's gumshoe came into near contact with Manya's head when he bent and ran the cetacean mammal, holding her thick pilus in his hands in artistic discernment. 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 human face jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already rouse Manya too. She was finding it extremely unmanageable to sit idle with all the throb in her pussy, which was halfway into the loo. Her manus was placed at the lowest potential storey on her abdomen and Manya was pained that she couldn't reaching upto her now dripping puss. The pressure of Sam's dick occasionally on her typeface was not helping matters at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to desperation. Her ventilation turned heavy. Sam's hands were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful adult female sitting below, her rising bosom and blanket hips drove him to madness. The muddied posture, the unflushed lavatory, the unwashed kitty-cat and the horny mother of his friend, all made up a mindblowing origin of cock tensity for Sam. He switched off the drier and caressed Manya's head. Manya was indeed waiting for some such enterprisingness. She always did expect for the man to make the for the first time motility. She hated saying no to someone with initiative.

The moment Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his hands over to her full breast and mauled them over his hands. She unhesitatingly reached below her body and yanked out her saree all the way up to her waist. Two hr of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the here and now had come to extinguish some of it. As Sam's hands kneaded her boob in steady regular recurrence she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the absolute need of this fountainhead mauled mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was able to take all that robust intervention and brazen exposure in the sunup. Now seeing her trousering, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his dick all over her moaning expression. She sobbed in arousal and on seeing the rock 'n' roll gruelling putz dangling before her eyes, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suck and lick it, doing more sucking than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her snatch began to cream and drip half way into the loo alongwith her lucullan ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her wooden leg apart on either side of the chiffonier. Sam understood her purpose and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the potty seat cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her wooden leg. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening puss before him, the pussycat succus having superimposed themselves on her urine smell. The mixture was rather judicious and he dipped his head down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer backtalk in the process. Manya thrust her hips upwards in seething luxuria and gripped his mind, dragging it into her boiling slit. It was a plebeian sight of the corneous housewife with her back on the pot seat and her wooden leg and hips wrapped around her teenage buff's nous, high in the air. She felt a gnawing in her loin and she lowered her snatch from his brass and spread her thighs wantonly on the nates in a half reclining pose. Sam needed no further invitation and he simply shoved his bursting stopcock into the horny female parent's inviting puss. The two of them started rapidly fucking each other. Sam wanted to please the luxuriant female parent as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate thrusts, making certain that maximum penetration was achieved. He went on for a full five minutes before his teenage exuberance could not take hold it any more. Manya could feel him cumming.

"adopt it out, cum on my face ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the last minute and sprayed Manya's grimace with his young seed.The beginning squirt hit her like a smack, the second like a cerebrovascular accident, the third like a caress and the fourth part like a drop-off of rainfall. All spurts ended up messing up her cheek and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful features. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The whole horny confrontation took just half an hr and they both realized the want to move out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to straighten up. Manya looked at her face and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her aspect had removed much of the red colouring material and her font was well-defined and more recognisable than before. She decided there was no time to wash her face. There was no meter to wash her puss either and she simply downed her saree and walked daintily out towards the main doorway. As she was leaving the door, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to give thanks them for using their toilet. Deen was with them too. Deen could only think over about the possibilities of his female parent's adultery in the last half an time of day but couldn't exactly put his finger on it. He was however happy that she could atleast wash her face a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the coloration was off. Of class she glowed and glowed.

With his delicious, lustful female parent still clad in that licentious blue saree clinging damply to her vast hindquarters, her abut sally clearly highlighted and her intact back bare, right from the hindquarters of her thin blouse to the upper butt flare, Deen led her back to their house next door. He did not notice Salman turn over one fond, fleeting clinch to his Mom's well used ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a Edward Durell Stone on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi festival was over, they were in for a surprise. The moment they entered their logic gate, they were blasted with a strong atomiser of water, which didn't diaphragm for about one full minute. They couldn't make out the sprayer but Deen could vaguely make out the tall and athletic form of his best buddy Prem, whom he had invited over. Since Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could liven up the day. Prem missed the activities next door but managed to come late to wish them. And what a visual sense 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 state of his supporter's mother after the sousing, his dick slam up in no time and he stood speechless, staring at the overtake explosion of curvature on the aphrodisiacal cleaning lady before him. Deen noticed both his friend's astonishment and his foreplay. He was aroused himself, as was the entire vicinity over the ample consistency of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no apparent effort at modesty on her part.

Manya didn't bang how to respond to the impertinent drenching received, this metre from her son's best buddy. Prem was magniloquent and athletic and many a time Manya wished that one of her Son would be like Prem, strong and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled, he would one day ready some woman very felicitous. Maybe womanhood too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her soaking, she welcomed Prem in and decided to prepare lunch for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed fair sex into the house, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, vast cover, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low saree and the few inches of blouse cover at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy, well used ass inside and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well pioneer the intellectual nourishment preparation. But before she could put her thought into natural process, she heard the noise of boys 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 male child of that age and seemed hell bent on dragging others into their gaiety. She looked on in amused happiness as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a little weewee 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 unspoilt friend's own buddy and not a stranger like Prem. One of them smothered his typeface, while another climbed onto his book binding and held him for others to spray urine with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a full two minute, but didn't want to call at the child. The import they were through with Deen, they turned their attention to their best friend's mother. A greater surge of intimacy and philia surged forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her broad consistence, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could encircle their hands. Their head nuzzled her bosom repeatedly, while their hands kept circling and hugging her naked waist and back. Two of them withdrew to caress her font with people of colour. Manya bent a little downhearted to enable them to touch her face. Two son concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted feature film, running their colour coated hands in designs around her boldness, nuzzle and neck. Within a few arcsecond Manya felt her saree top drop off while she was bent. She held the saree pallu one paw without covering herself up because the insistent male child did not feed her the fourth dimension to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and bent grass in her slenderize, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously delicious sight for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to mention whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a stiff gaze and also saw Prem's dick stiffening in his tight jean. Almost all of her chest popped out of the blouse and they hung like juicy yield for the plucking. Her smiling face retained its smile when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom from behind her slightly knack course. His hands sought her exposed belly clit and his crotch thrust warmly into his favourite asscheeks. His color coated custody fingered her omphalus from behind an he continued to thumb it till he was fulfill that it was filled with red coloring. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroking and the pressure of his affectionate body against her ass. Binu moved his hands from his Mom's big navel and ran them all over her creamy belly and exposed serving of her hip. That was a lot of bod and expanse to cover if he had to color it fully. He ravished his mother's eubstance with his joyous, festive tactual sensation, but the touch for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to hold back a smile while two others were stroking her face and even coated her rosy brim in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused woman and she struggled to maintain normalcy in dead body lyric. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching groyne and with the blood simply pumping their venous blood vessel. Deen thought that he would erupt a blood watercraft. He shifted behind a wooden console in the room and started stroking his dick from outside, hidden by the piece of furniture. In an equally turned on state of matter was the warm Prem who couldn't take any longsighted and he too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both friends looked at each knowing and understanding the other's shape. Deen also felt he had an inkling of the future.

The two friends watched Manya's good consistency being felt up in childlike mirthfulness and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the minute. It was vindicated that all the attention on her body was turning her very horny. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in soft ire towards her son, but to her soreness two other child who couldn't reach Manya's face now took over the void created by Binu. Now two pairs of deal were squeezing the sexy mother's massive middle from behind in full, absolute frenzy, but the horny cleaning woman could do nothing because they were tike and almost certainly had no intimate intent. She allowed them to feel and color her and relaxed her body. The mo she did that, she felt three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and his friend could spray pee on Manya. At that bit, as destiny would cause it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thud on her big ass and lay flat on the base, sari flung away from her chest, her nipples, chest, the stallion midriff almost upto her bush fully revealed to the world. She writhed around first of all and tried to turn out but all five male child chose that moment to exact out their plastic water sprinklers and spray urine on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were dismayed and Prem thought he heard a painful groan from his booster. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the front of his trousers a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to economise plethora for both. Instead he turned to the sight before him.

The luscious trunk of the lady of the house was writhing obscenely on the flooring while five son simultaneously sprayed water all over her. She didn't even scream or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy torso, taking in the rain on her face, breasts, waist, belly and thighs. The boys soaked her with gusto, one of them catching her right on her pussy. Since the atomiser was strong and concentre, Manya let out a moan. Her cunt was already dripping for the last few minutes and mingled with the wetness of their sprinkling and the dampness of her saree. Binu, her son was aiming his spray right at her navel and he kept the spraying until the water was over. The sight was outrightly crude and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated dicks ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked organic structure. He was out of control condition now and so was Manya. The five kids including Binu may not get understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and he was convinced that if there was one charwoman in the world who needed to be fucked into obliviousness, it was sexy Manya. He made a soundless 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 boy ran out of water and left the place, singing out their thanks and good byes. The immature of them even helped a panting, writhing Manya to her feet, his custody around her shoulder joint, and his cock pressing into her case. Even here Manya was not dispense with and her moan was muffled by the poke of a child prick into her boldness. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy's fork and to her utter shock, Manya felt an erecting against her beautiful face. Her eyes flared and her torso throbbed in one-half naked fervour and confusion.

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

The acute intimate repercussion of time of day of picture and body groping turned the horny mother of two into a stack of supercharged material body, that would catch ardor if the heat in her drip pubes was not cooled. Her boobs were trembling on their own accord and her cloggy rosehip heaved about gently as if the weight unit of lust was too much. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched body and she could hear herself sobbing in enormous unsatisfied lust. Deen was stunned and he went over to apply his mother by her over excited shoulders. The intense heat which emanated from her body almost made him bound in shock. Her face wore a mask of luxuria as she looked up in a intimate 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 optic. His strong herculean expression and her lust charged needy look met in a perfect exchange. She was quivering when he held her by the shank. His manly grip made her chill and she went limp in Prem's arms. Holding her by her hips, he made her kneel on the flooring, removing her sari in one single motion. No Bible were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy face. No words were needed too. He brought out his huge turncock and placed it at the incoming of her slushy cunt. His workforce held her by her full and hot tit. The overall heat in her eubstance amazed him even in his own horny commonwealth. He withdrew his hawkshaw from Manya's pussy after an initial investigation. He heard her whine, moan and squirm her ass frantically at him. The bitch needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to give it.

For the following ten minutes, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his huge dick in and out of the horny Manya's steamy twat. Her well-endowed body jerked and vibrated under his tremendous attack. He was simply ravaging her wet and bequeath gob. She began to roar and screeching and continued her high pitched response to his sweetie, hot fortuity into her dynamite cunt. Loud croaky auditory sensation came from the horny mother as her son's best friend balled the hell out of her lusty, stacked body. Every inch of her riotous digit responded to this explosive fucking. His paw mauled her already well mauled boobs. But she felt the grip and high temperature to be so wild, that she felt her nipples may abound out of her soft and firm hill. She thrust her lush, hot posterior back at his tool begging him with moans and beckoning him deeper with husky oink. It was mating of the high intensity and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son's pal and with the main room access right open. They didn't notice or maintenance. The fucking continued in its illicit intensity till the horny mother felt the inaugural deluge of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing regular recurrence, he timed his release to co terminate with the epicurean wife's own serial orgasms. He shot loads and loads when he came. Manya felt her unit interior being washed with his potent source and her pussy continued to throb and clutch fiercely at his ejaculating cock for five Thomas More minutes. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this well by a cock of this size.

The scantling slowly withdrew his shaft from his friend's mom's pussy and heard her sob in rue. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the primary door was exposed. It was left afford deliberately by Deen himself. He had to sneak back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a doctor but a good potent fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the first place. He sighed and looked down. His cock hung limp, much to his relief. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton act of fornication. He saw his own mother getting the fucking of her sprightliness. And she got fucked doggie style, like a true gripe in heat.

Chapter 10

The extramarital wife stirred gently, her naked lower body pressed against her Cy Young fan's, in a sideways embrace on the flooring. It was a torrid, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her full body by people of all ages had carried her luxuria to a summit when she was sprawled wet on the ground before her sons, writhing more out of hotness than any need to escape their drenching of her voluptuous eubstance. She opened her eye and looked into Prem's eye, unaware that her son Deen was in the background, unobserved but watching every movement of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's inscrutable eyes and a wave of gratitude flooded her insides. He was her knight in shining armour who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with zest, in a way she had never known before. She felt his cock still inside her souse puss and while stirring noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at this find of his youthfulness and kissed him softly on his optic, licking some of the pearl of fret, her mitt holding his nous, while she felt him doing the Same to her face. Prem licked Manya all over her brass, his sassing dabbing at her boldness, cervix and eyes, while his hands hugged her juicy body even harder to himself in a strong gesture of take over. Manya was gladdened at this video display of warmth and she purred her acceptance by thrusting her riotous pelvic region even closer into him, feeling his cock start a set process while her succus began to disseminate over it. Deen, who had watched his friend founder his Mom her hardest ever fuck, took their stirring to be a signboard of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the theatre and restoration after a while so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the theatre in this spot, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one last look at his female parent's yummy asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her face was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the place, leaving the door as it was.

belief Prem's dick Menachem Begin to dig into her cunt, Manya arousal was back into count. She twisted her glower physical structure, as if trying to readjust the positioning, when her head fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully open room access. Alarmed but not showing any suddenness in reaction, she relaxed her body against his and continued looking at the doorway. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature noblewoman's business organisation, decided to close down the door. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his erect dick from her sloughy pussy. The sudden vacuum made the horny Manya suspiration and sob but she waited with flaring eyes for him to close the threshold. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the only objet d'art of garment which she had on. Prem closed the door and turned to the naked, waiting female parent. He walked slowly across the room, his heavily putz swaying gently, hitting his venter with every step. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the raw, piddle woman on the base. He moved and sat erect on a lounge and continued to look at Manya, with a spark in his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled across the room towards him, her lush body taking five number to get to him, each turn highlighting her ample asscheeks in the most obscene way imaginable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her middle to meet his throbbing dick. Reaching out, she held it by her hand, using its hardness to turn out and face him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his friend's female parent. Manya kept stroking his stopcock and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem's hawkshaw 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 squeeze and flirt her juicy breasts in a clockwise motion, occasionally letting his finger's breadth tweak her nipples. Manya rotated and shifted her coxa before settling into a heaving up and down motility on the severe turncock, feeling it poke and reach right upto her belly. His severeness facilitated great passage for the sexy fair sex's thrust and she did so in slow and continuous gesture, building up a delicious yet searing cycle. Her son's in force friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in tax return, in the physical process helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well orchestrated sex lasted five ho-hum, loving hour where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their trunk seemed like parts of one entity and looked complete only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurts were longsighted and cryptical, each spurt being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly shortening burst. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest cryptical tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off balance, but allowing her to savour the strength, grip and sheer joy of physical soldering with her Loretta Young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his centre and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a good admirer of his. He looked like a boy with strong Interior and discretion. When he kissed her there was Passion, and there was also care. The overindulge mother suddenly wondered whether she would sense the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The view made her shiver but she realized that there was footling to opt between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the sassing. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was for certain that the day was near when Binu would kiss her on the mouth. He was fast-growing and he was physical. On her part she would stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent growth and send discordant impulses about gender. They had to learn about sex the natural way and they had to learn about sexual propriety also the cancel way, even if it was a bit detain and at the cost of her own discomfort. All her life, she never said no to a hug and never refused an advance from decent male. For her Logos she believed that the greatest discipline was ego discipline. But deep within she felt that she may have to trifle a role in Deen's realisation. He was too silent, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya prayed that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of asking Prem but looking at his big mitt on her sweaty breasts and his dick one-half out of her ravished cunt, she decided that the present moment was later.

The time was nearly two in the good afternoon. Prem said good-bye and left the star sign, leaving Manya naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went bare to the door and close it with a suspire and pondered over the day's mindblowing serial of events. There could not birth been a secure day for her lush, sex starved consistence. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her full cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before the stallion neighbourhood and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny males of all ages throughout a wet morning. Following that, she had been given a Wyrd but exciting fuck by Sam in his john and now Prem completed her day with two of the most robust fucks her needy consistency had ever been given. The marvellous thing about it all was that none of her ravishers made her feeling slutty about the whole thing. She still felt she was in command."Was the day finish"? she wondered with a smile. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a minuscule later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her sleeping room. She dropped them for wash finally and with a suspiration, examined her nude painting physical structure in the mirror. Her pleasant-tasting bosom hung like ripe yield on her liberal, fair chest and as she moved her hands over them she stroked them casually and went further down her grand waist and belly. Her fingers stopped at her belly button. For a second she dug into it gently as if to find and notice what was it that made her son Binu so enamoured by it. The present moment her finger stroked inside its astuteness, she felt a moistening in her loins and a throb right down from her lower abdomen. She could feel her slit occur alive and the nervous impulse almost carried upto her navel. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for foster probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a pussy to her, displaying the Saami wanton openness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to explore, she thought with a sense of surprise, but not with any alarm. She was never alarmed by someone wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it was Deen. Having no prison term to do, she took a largish towel and wrapped it around her full, naked pattern and went to open the room access. Along the way, as was her habit, her right hand, wound its way under the towel to caress her pussy, which had batch of Prem's cum on it. It was nice to feel the ooze and she slipped nearly half her finger inside her snatch, to gather all the wetness. Before any severe probing could begin she reached the doorway and opened it with her left manus, removing her right manus from her pussycat at the Saami prison term. She saw Deen with two bags.

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

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

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

Deen felt the distinctness of the odour from his mother's script and inhaled, confused over its reference."Your hand smells risible Mom, what's it ? ”, he asked, entering the elbow room and placing the bags on the dining table.

Getting a starting time, Manya fumbled for a minute before replying"Oh, it was the soap I was trying to get open for washing wearing apparel when you rang the bell ”.

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

Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly ate for the adjacent ten minutes, not at all surprised at how athirst they were.There was no honorable mention about the doctor Deen had left the household to call off. On finishing, Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and rose to wash her hands. Deen watched her movements with stake, particularly observing her huge asscheeks jutting out at the base of her rose hip and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the exposed area from her human knee to her bare feet served a turned on reminder of the day's consequence and the high 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 tool sprung to a surprised attention when she said"I'm going to bathe Deen and I'll call you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need help to get the color fully off ”.

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

Manya turned on the shower and for the first time since the previous day, began to enjoy a fully fledged bath. She felt the water cascade over her liberal white meat and flow teasingly all over her soundbox, lots of it flowing right into her puss, cooling her passions and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her wellspring ravished, glowing form and for a full ten minutes she revelled in the twin pleasures offered by the strong shower and her own rubbing. She couldn't say that she missed having a bathroom with all the merciless dunking she received that break of day, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy body. The bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her face with a racy grinning and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't reach it to wash out the coloring material away.

"Deen could you please come and help oneself me ”, she called out through the one-half undetermined doorway. She had left the threshold surface for Deen to fall in later, but was herself naked during her grand Bath. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly resplendent physical structure through the erect slit at the nook of the door and the here and now she called out, he entered just in sentence to see her wrap her towel around her waist and turn her book binding towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's wide wet back with the soft flesh around her flaring waist. She had tied the towel almost at the offset of her asscrack. Her spinal column was red from all the gloss, except in small patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soap hands to touch her at the waistline, his hired man getting drawn to the sexy folds on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the touch sensation. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her sarcoid waist when she had called him for scrubbing her back. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him hold her by her au naturel waistline for a piece, before whispering"My back Deen. Remove all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a heyday, he moved his manus, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like full titty. Manya had her hands across her chest and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped sealed reddish areas where the color didn't do off easily. Manya didn't feel anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own tactile sensation. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's lush back that his hands got slower and slower and his external respiration heavier. The sexy female parent felt her son's breathing space on her defenseless, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to chill him. She quickly turned on the shower and the spray of cool water wet both mother and son as they stood within a metrical unit of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, ineffective to restrain his erection. He was drenched too within no time and heard his mother's full laughter.

Her married man's disgusting behaviour in conclusion nighttime had left Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her leave out trunk. Now after being subjected to some cursory buss and gropes he had sped off, leaving her raw and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the outback pinch of remorse for having left her high school and dry at his boss'party and now showed absolute callousness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a hebdomad. The wellspring stacked wife felt that she didn't merit his attitude or his attribute. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her naked eubstance as if in reassurance but realized with a smile that the high electromotive force fucking she had been receiving over the last couple of mean solar day were a far peachy assurance of her desirability. And the fact that she was able to draw teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous body and leave them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a totality flesh magnet who drew men and boys of all age, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of feels and squeezes which her younger son had subjected her to that sunrise. Even without trying, she related more through her soundbox to people rather than the mind and she resigned herself to the fact.

Midway through her introspection, her son Deen walked in to declare 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 charge. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her husband's presence in the bedroom. Her comfort degree with nudity had been rising over time and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The mo Deen left the theatre, Manya raised her nude eubstance off the bed and went across to shut the door. She was naked in the sureness that she would now be alone in the house. As she shut the threshold, she first walked across to the sofa and spread one leg over the arm of the couch and left the other leg down. Keeping her bridge player around the miserable abdomen, she clicked the tv on and saw some strain being telecast. The hornlike housewife looked quite abhorrent in that strength with her pinkish cuntlips being full open in case there was a spectator. Crusted cum alluviation decorated her inner thighs and KO'd rim. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two raunchy figure, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to guess herself in the helping hand of the various lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead danseuse in those songs. A lunar time period of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would appear on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and strong male social dancer. She was twat caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the buzzer pack. The aphrodisiacal 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 couch. She was relieved to discover a female voice reply. It was Sana'a, the neighbor's seventeen year old girl. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a second ”, called out the nude painting adult female as she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a small towel over her thorax and went to open the door for Sana, her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the fragile towel.

Sanaa came in and looked at the beautiful mature adult female's body from forefront to toe. Manya was her idol and Sanaa's reason for idolizing her was that all the neck of the woods boys, kept talking only about Manya in add up lecherousness and awe rather than about immature girls like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would own a hard time warding off other guy 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 wearable. She was also pose that Manya's nipples were erect even at this time of the day. She knew short about Manya's appetency for difficult sex and her ever horny disposition. In her heart she was the good lady of the house who couldn't assistance it if she was blessed with a well stacked, criticize out physical structure. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every time the stripling poked her waist to tell her she was very worthy even for women. It was cheerful backchat. Suddenly Sanaa said,

"auntie Manya you looked rather aphrodisiac the other day while skipping ”.

A bit puzzled, Manya thanked her sweetly.

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

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

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

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the innocent girl. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be measured in future. metre flew and it was getting snug to luncheon time. Suddenly Sana suggested that they should order luncheon from their family eating place. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to cook. Sana quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering decent food to take care of Deen, Binu and a duet of others also if necessary.

The nutrient arrived shortly and with the food came Salman and Sam. Both were at the restaurant when Sana'a called and they decided to contribute it themselves. Salman had Manya in mind while Sam had Sana also in mind. When Manya saw the boys come, she slipped into the bedroom and put on a Christ Within green transparent saree over the petticoat and a sleeveless blouse, braless on her chest. She noticed after wearing it that the blouse, already low cut, had the top button torn off. She shrugged and went to recognize the boys.

The guys were in high spirits with Sam constantly teasing sana and salman giving athirst aspect towards Manya. After a while, Manya decided to convey the shell and lay the intellectual nourishment on the tabular array. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The mo they went into the kitchen, Salman caught grasp of the voluptuous wife by her generous hips and thrust into her sari overlay ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her tits. Manya resisted for a patch in uncomfortableness but knew that she couldn't for too yearn. She kept eyeing the sustenance room, hoping that Sana'a wouldn't suddenly adjudicate to assist out too. Manya's hands tried to tack together some plates and cup of tea together while her pussy tried to fight off the gushing juice from deep within her loins. The untried adolescent showed great anxiety in his mauling of the fountainhead endowed married woman's consistence from headway to toe. His hands covered her dress form everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her sari and shoved his hand right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a strong grip. Manya gasped and let out a light up squeal. Her body began to experience the familiar concussions and her knocker 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 Sir Tim Rice but brought all the early dishes. Would you bear in mind going across and fetching it. Sana'a may like to come with you. ”.

"Sure Salman,"said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by the two Guy. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the doorsill. Sam got his clock time with the beauteous Sana while Salman had the alcoholic and sexy Manya free and horny. The door closed and the sluicegate opened for the illicit couple. Standing in the Saami place, Manya and Salman began a rapid fervency fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen table. In the last two days the kitchen table was used for anything but solid food cookery. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all transport as the young stud poker's jabbing drove the blueness of her husband's neglect away. Her boob rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous spring, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly mash them as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Manya's lust skyrocketed to with child meridian as she simply allowed the horny boy to induce his way with her overheated sex starved body. Five minutes of ceaseless pounding into the lusty housewife's bitch had Salman spewing out spoonful of seed deep inside her uterus, hugging her wholesome trunk ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Manya to be so ravished. His energy pleased her and his peter still felt intemperately inside her sodden twat even after the banging he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his clapper greedily.

Not letting Salman's dick out of her cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in small leaps towards the sleeping room. A surprised Salman understood her intent and let himself hop along with her right onto her bed. The feel of his still erect cock in her cum washed pussy continued to stoke the fervor in her venter. She craved for another pounding. A young man always came quickly first. But Lester Willis Young hammer stab back to erection quickly too. Her good consistence could never be satisfied with a 1 one shot of sex. She craved for the next unit of ammunition ravenously. She was a bunny for the bit shtup. She was a hard worker to young cock.

Knowing they had at least another ten bit the sex charged dyad took off on the cheating mother's marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent meaning month with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into delicious slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her psyche fucked out of her by the neighborhood stud. Again here, he was fucking her bow-wow vogue. She was on all Little Joe and he was ramming her juicy slit from behind. Their flux juices trickled out down her busty thighs to soak the bed sheet fully. The fucking and the soaking continued for the adjacent ten minutes, during which the horny cleaning woman mewled, screamed and cried out on disco biscuit without the fright of being heard. She gave full vent to her bursting passion by imploring him to do it her hard and true.

"shag me unvoiced Salman ”, she begged."Fuck my hammer starved snatch. fucking your friend's horny Mom,"she wailed, surprising Salman with her wantonness. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs M could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was adulterous. He literally rammed and rammed his steely cock in and out of her pulsating twat till the level came when she was about to cream. He could palpate her pussy muscles tighten around his thrusting pecker and the milking get to a greater extent frantic. His absolute mauling of her heave breasts reached bigger proportions and finally both of them collapsed in a lot on the creaking bed, going through convulsive orgasms with Salman lying on top of the mature woman's huge ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her release. The pair distich looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five minute to disentangle themselves from each former's hold.

Salman pulled up his trouser and said"Let me avail you raiment Mrs. M ”, and went over to tuck her saree into her waistline. He squeezed the flesh there in approval, drawing a groan from the well fucked mother. They tidied each early up as best as they could and went into the livelihood room just in metre to hear the Vanessa Stephen. Sam and Sana entered with sluice looking at on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any questions and the two couples ate in sum up secretiveness. It was a full repast and took more than fifteen minutes. Manya felt a little soreness in her pussy and once in a while cupped it with her left hand in the course of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his lips. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's interestingness create a further riffle in her down in the mouth belly.

After the meal, Sana said she had to attend an art class and requested her brother to send packing her. She wanted to be dislodge of Sam because of the fear of any doubts in Aunt Manya's head about them. auntie Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state, as Salman led his sister out of the mansion, agreeing to drop her. He closed the door 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 shoulders. He placed his hands gently on her abject, exposed belly and ran it in roundabout, feeling the softness and caressing it. Manya gave him a pall smile but did not stop him. She however said,"I'm tired Sam ”.

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

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

"Don't worry Mrs. M. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the hand of the sexy housewife and made her lie down flat on the sofa. Sam kissed her cheek all over lovingly and even lapped her sweat beads in a cutter show of warmness. He kept kissing her for a to the full five minutes all over her face and back talk, holding her good articulatio humeri and then gradually moved his head to bury it in the total knoll on her chest. He bit the mammilla though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this fourth dimension making Manya clutch his head. He spent another five min on her white meat, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her full and huge midriff. Manya gasped as his backtalk found her umbilicus and let out a fully aroused groan, long enough to let him understand that he had her almost at his mercy. After his nibbling covered the total territory of her belly and exposed hips, she was a heft up hatful of flesh before him. The sexy female parent heaved her hip joint and jerked them towards his face. The very understanding, sensitive painter then raised the horny mother's saree up to her waist and dipped his head right into the mature woman's twat. His spit probed like a paintbrush into her dripping pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's organic structure throbbed and set off as if on billing. Her hands gripped his tomentum and she pushed his head into her steaming bitch, so that his knife could go deeply and deeper. Sam obliged the lust aroused older womanhood, inhaling her musky aroma with a loud sniff, which made her slit lips dancing with delight and passion. Sam led the sore woman out of her irritation with his discreetness and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, legs splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ Fuck Me'written in bold alphabetic character all over her voluptuous, well used eubstance. She looked pleadingly towards her Loretta Young devotee, her optic doing the asking.

Sam felt her pussy and it was so rob and dripping that he felt she could film three shaft. He thrust his manus first into her twat 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 bitch, feeling her bitch muscleman spring up from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her mother wit leave her as Sam began a easy and steady nooky gesture. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His dick had also got itself out of the initiatory piece of tail hastiness with Sanaa earlier and right now he was well poised to devote this horny mother a deliciously long fucking. He knew she would have it off it.

Long, deep and steady came the apoplexy of his tool in and out of Manya's kitty. She raised her hips to provide the counter thrusts and he held her hip joint to support the thrusts. Their bodies moved in perfect speech rhythm as if being orchestrated by an invisible music director. The calm start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five transactions. Incredibly their shtup continued unabated for another five second till Sam felt Manya's twat brawniness gripping his dick harder and harder until they suddenly released their wait. He gave one final violent thrust into her boil twat just then to clock time his release with hers. Both their releases were noiseless, filled with common comfort and agreement. It was the mating of souls.

Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam unvoiced to herself and shower his cheek with hot and sweaty kiss for yearn instant. She lay in his arms for a long time, feeling the passionateness drain out of her fountainhead fucked torso. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt desire. She felt like a true fair sex. Sam on his part, looked smug and content, watching the one-half naked mother's beautiful characteristic which looked better each time they made love. If only she'd agree, she'd arrive at a great and natural model for his brush or camera.

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

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya's good dead body was already pleasured by four young stud poker, the paper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sore lover. Each was a different experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, relax sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her sounds but raised her release tier to unswayed peaks. The relaxed fuck spread the momentum to all constituent of her sexy eubstance making every pore of her cutis glowing in reply. Here, lying bare ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glow, making Sam gaze in continued astonishment. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring eyes. Then her eye turned soft and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat side by side to her and embraced her, his hired hand cupping her effulgent human face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the luxuria temporarily out of her organization was a bit concerned about the metre. In about half an hour, her boy would get. Her husband would total to collect his purse before leaving for his trajectory but she could never auspicate the time of his arrival. But she was indisputable he would go away soon after his arrival in a lacrimation haste. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more time they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big breast softly. His after sex play was very tender and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet lips from his sassing and asked him what he was trying to say.

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

Manya blushed beautifully at his wicked railway line, her hand involuntarily moving to her pussy mound, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must throw secreted a bottle wax of juices, or dear if she were to conceive his flattery. She kept cupping her pussycat while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his part let his hired man roam freely on her full breasts. Their dead body once again exchanged the fondness of perfect physical understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the honey trial"?

Fully understanding his approximation, Manya turned cerise than ever before. Though the thought excited her, she knew they had very picayune or no clip. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that special limited manner. But she was confused and lost for time. Sam took the opening move and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of dearest. Before the sexy married woman could tattle, he opened it and poured a few bead right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussy. That made the beautiful woman gasp in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his lingua spread the dear all over her kitty back talk, dragging the sweet liquid deeper to encircle her love bud. The horny lady of the house's pegleg were wrapped around her young lover's head on the lounge, her manpower on his head, with his head buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and au naturel and his delectable act generated encourage heat in her torso, causing her luscious hips to start a slacken swot against his wash human face. Her cunt was a mess with her own juice, his cum and the honey. The resultant preference and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved adult female's body for days together. Her secernment grade were overpower and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able to introduce on the kamasutra with her lusty, voluptuous torso at his administration. He continued nibbling and digging into the worked up housewife's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell halo. Manya's first reaction was affright but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pick up his apparel and run into the kitchen. She donned her petticoat with the love treated succus dripping from her heated slit. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly fucked woman of the house, opened the door to let in her children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their frowzled mother. Her dead body was sweaty, hair uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with perspiration. Sweat had dampened her full cleavage too and Binu found his female parent's white meat to be fascinating mounds by themselves. Instead of his usual movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his grimace into her tumid cleavage, his hands rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every pore of his broad bodied female parent and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the rich spread from the restaurant.

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

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

It was just before her sons finished their solid food that the two-timing mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen doorway. He did so but not before grabbing the lusty housewife by her waist and giving a prospicient and wet kiss on her full rim. He withdrew with a strait and left through the kitchen doorway. Hoping that her sons had not heard the kiss, the lusty mother returned to clear the table, while her sons went to change their apparel. She felt sticky all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had slurped away most of the dearest and deep within she could still feel the light splatter of his tongue all over her insides. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bathe before her bodily spate was too obvious to her kids.

The bathroom was cleansing Sir Thomas More than refreshing for the straying wife and female parent. In the course of ten minutes she wiped out every shadow of her hot sex academic session that her eubstance could carry. What she could not wipe out was the extra fresh glow on her side which came only from good, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanically skillful efficiency and put on a white, rig transparent saree and wore it without a petticoat. She also matched it with a white blouse without a bra. The sari fell right down her pelvic girdle and settled at the lowest possible level. It did look like it would decrease right off her juicy organic structure any import. The transparent texture gave ample hints of her trimmed bush and wax thighs from the straw man and her wellspring rounded but firm asscheeks from the rear. With her wide bodied appeal being highlighted to their uttermost, she looked a lust angel in Elwyn Brooks White. Her beautiful case was relegated to the background by her opulent curvature protruding fully out of her slight saree and tight blouse. Wanting to spend some time with her kids, she walked towards Deen's room. On the way she heard the bell. She opened the doorway to see the bloom vendor. She gave him his most heavenly sight of the day, her full breasts showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midsection exposed all the way down to her stocky black bush. She saw his eyes focused on the V region between her second joint and crossed them as if to draw his attending. His gaze right into her George H.W. Bush sent a mild joy impulse through her soundbox. She allowed him to caress her hand while giving the efflorescence. Even as the door was out-of-doors she lifted her hands above her principal to secure the flowers in her whisker. In doing so the housewife's integral midriff embedded with that deep and provocative navel was on video display to the efflorescence seller. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the dame as practically as tripped, her whole saree would come untied, leaving her glorious, sarcoid charms open to the world. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's room to find Binu also there. Deen was at his table studying while Binu was on the bed trying to scan something. Manya took a Christian Bible and slipped next to Binu, lying on her tum. She took one of her darling romantic novels to read. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her well toned and average calf. Deen looked at his sexy mother's course. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white saree and being on her belly, her voluptuous waist and hip were totally exposed to their gaze. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the front man thereby leaving about eighty pct of her vertebral column bare right up to her asscrack. With flowers in her hair she looked every inch a bride on her wedding night and in that minimal habiliment she looked a Bride who ached for a screw. Manya turned around suddenly onto her dorsum while reading. Her sari top which was already down, was now totally swing off her articulatio humeri and the undersurface of the saree was now almost midway up her thighs. Manya kept reading, seemingly unaware of the consistency display she was putting on. Her attire was zip new before her shaver and she kept reading, not realizing that her sari rode right up to her ample thighs. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath and her belly responded with little heaving motions of its own. She looked a scrumptious man of beauty 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 mechanism very soon. He kept his ledger aside and placed his question on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not score any sudden motion. Binu began his explorative physical exertion of his female parent's fleshy diaphragm. He first kissed it all over in slow and steady licks. He concentrated on the ticklish and spiritualist geographical zone around her mystifying bellybutton and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her helping hand on her son's principal lightly but did not take care down. Binu carried his enthrallment for his female parent's hot trunk to gamey layer when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the sexy female parent squeal and jest. But both mother and son again settled into their respective pursuits. Manya could feel the tide rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The juices gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was for sure that Binu could whiff her arousal aroma. If Binu sniffed it he didn't show it but his workforce now fully encircled his female parent's big hips and drew her riotous lower eubstance further into his face. Manya's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by her unseasoned son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and gear up for fucking from the manner in which she was writhing her hips trying to come along normal. Her horniness carried across the room towards him and when he saw her expression, the troubled characteristic starkly reflected the electrocution lust within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their hide when he moved his question closer to Manya's knocker and said"Mom, when was the utmost time I had Milk River from your breasts"? A stunned Manya looked at her son's head which was just a few inch from her correct tit. Deen felt his dick harden at the deal of his younger pal looking at his Mom's breast while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her saree top off.

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

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

The sexually put out mother managed to mutter,"No Milk will come out now Binu ”. But Manya's younger son would not take this for an result. He kept pestering her to grant him to taste her Milk in a childish demonstration of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the situation. Suddenly to his emit amazement and rampantly arousal, he saw his well breasted mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one replete boob and thrust it into Binu's accepting oral cavity. His shaft ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offer. She just kept understood as Binu feasted on his mother's dumbbell while his hands were still placed on her full, exposed coxa. Deen adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn't take his centre off that crazy visual modality. Binu kept suckling for one full minute, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, chest out, wearing a smiling that occasionally turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no move to slay 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 modality was not as skilful 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 unbuttoned and in the same exposed airs asked her elderberry bush son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his psyche. He was hard and his formal were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any gumption of hastiness buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her rosehip upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of her second joint. In a minute she turned and in the same semi naked condition, slept with her rachis to her son Deen, showing him the full and high cheeked glory of her ass. Binu had left the room after his boob suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the well exposed body of his Mom, a few metrical foot away, bursting all over with curves, the unseasoned son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking fear not to make any sound. He kept looking at his mother's massive derrierre and peered to turn up the asscrack throughout his frantic masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his center off his mother's well endowed ass and came in big jet, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Manya did not actualise what Deen was doing but was lost in her own world of lust after all the tending she got from her son. It did not bother her mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her succus started all over again. Her right hand rested again on her pussycat through her sheer saree and she kept giving her pussy distinct fortuity since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single trend of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to make a walkway to cool down off. Binu had already gone off to his booster's plaza. He whispered into his mother's ear that he would be gone for an minute or so and Manya nodded in her fond slumber. Deen took one smell at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed consistency and absolute lulu of her facial expression. He also noted that her saree had now gone right past her thigh to just a few column inch below her hot twat. He left the house and locked the door behind him before he burst a stemma vessel.

Within bit after Deen's leaving the star sign, Manya heard the presence door ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to open it. Desh entered the house in a hurry but paused only for a while to take in his wife'attire and languid look. In that Edward D. White saree she looked a dream. But the sari looked like it would slide right off her body. He caught her by the hips, storm Manya. Instead of the smooching and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the sheepcote of the sari and tried to tuck them higher around her waistline. The saree refused to compel and he let it strike again. Manya held her hubby by the shoulder, hoping that his planned departure for a week would induce him a bit more quixotic. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedroom to tamp his purse. He took a few transactions and came back again to the bread and butter elbow room to throw a brief buss to his stunning married woman. Manya limply accepted the kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his trip. Even those gallant attempts she had made to stroke his dick through his trousers did not jerk animation into Desh. Life could not have got more frustrating for the lovely wife.

Not wanting to allow depression to drag her, she readjusted her clothing around herself, slipped on a petticoat underneath her white sari and a black bra under her white blouse. She waited for Deen and Binu to return.

Her two Son were glad when their female parent suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to make her mind off all affair sexual. The three of them reached the cinema planetary house got their tickets. With Manya in the midriff, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom interior. A bunch of topical anaesthetic youths gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's lush ass sway away from them in a mind blowing manner. Manya ignored them like she always did. Inside, while watching the moving picture, both sons held their Mom's hands from either slope possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his elbow joint frequently brushed against the slope of her knocker. Manya relaxed against his cubital joint after a while, engrossed in the film. Once in a while she felt Binu's hands on her thighs whenever a funny scene came on projection screen. He would just coerce her thigh and remove his handwriting. Manya became more and More aware of Binu's hands after that. By the end of the moving-picture show, Binu had elbowed her breast almost throughout the cinema and squeezed her inner thighs at least seven to eight times. Deen observed almost of this and only kept caressing his arduous cock without his Mom's placard. Manya was confused from all the happening, but also very wet between her thighs. Her torso knew only one way to reply to caresses and that was by secreting copious love juices.

When the film ended they rose to leave. There was a long and winding staircase leading to the outside. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's deal and walked down the stairs along with the movie going crowd. There were lot of Guy who were eyeing the rich consistence of Manya and some of them came right behind her and itch their dicks hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at least five of them grind their tool into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a couple of inviolable kneads. Manya didn't want to create a view 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 scrumptious mother. It drove his dick into overdrive and he stored some of the figure for masturbatory reference later in the night. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to take care naked, then it was his mother's.

As Manya stepped off the stopping point stair, she also felt her rear getting its finale anon. grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the position she put her arms around her two boy and the trio left for abode. They had a Light Within dinner party on reaching home plate and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner, Deen could sense his sidekick's restlessness and eagerness to meander 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 housewife had merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to the human race. Binu cuddled up to his full bodied mother and almost instantaneously his bridge player went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shorts without any underclothing. Deen waited until they had switched off the igniter and crept up to the bedchamber threshold which was unlocked. Through a pocket-size slit at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a night lamp. He could crap out their shifting and moving course and heard his beautiful Mom murmur many a clip. He didn't hear Binu's voice but only his mother's balmy groan and murmur vowel. His brother had one leg thrown over his aphrodisiac Mom's rose hip. He was hugging into her from behind, his promontory on her beautiful cervix, his dick pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single layer of fragile garment. His manus which was exploring her juicy navel point kept wandering all over her vast, au naturel diaphragm. His Mom did not say anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of the night, at that moment, the phone rang side by side to Manya and her sleeping son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

Manya shifted herself onto her rachis and took the pass receiver to her ear. Binu's question now rested right in the center of her stomach, his lip just where he loved, on her bellybutton. Her saree pallu was off and throw away aside. It was Ram on the phone.

Manya felt the flow of ancestry quicken through her. Binu's succor had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not give up him. She also realized that she probably did not want to quit him. She was fully wet from feeling his young cock against her to the full ass and his eager stroking of her belly and hips added fuel to her raging fires.

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

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

"Mmmmmm, ”, moaned Manya both as a reply and in response to the darting investigation which Binu's lingua had just given to her belly button. Her juices were in entire flow now.

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

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

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

"Yes, I'm OK, dearest,"mumbled Manya, now feeling her son's manpower encircle her hips fully while he sucked into her stomach. Her saree had slipped well below her hip now from the top and she could feel Binu's hand confrontation her amphetamine butt and cup the physical body warmly."Mmmmmm ”, she moaned, out of command again.

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

"Same thing is happening to me here ”, whispered the horny homemaker to her illicit lover while her son's tongue continued to ravage her succulent belly. His chest was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered whether he could feel her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her get out hand mashed her chest over her thin blouse and she tweaked her nipples by herself and let out another long groan. Binu took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother.

"Someday we must do it in business office, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's bloodline spate and she barely managed a reply trying to battle the impulses of her son's licking of her navel point. His handwriting were actually now caressing the raw dowry of her pep pill ass, the closest he got so far. From a distance it appeared to the watching Deen that his pal was actually squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her pussycat. Her conversation awakened his oddity and craned his ear to listen.

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

"And I want you to come braless to my office,"said Ram."After fucking on my desk, I want you to err under it topless and begin a yearn cock sucking. I'll dictate a letter of the alphabet to my secretarial assistant as you blow me ”, went on Ram."Where would you wish me to cum ? Face or mouth ?"

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly ablaze wife, her voice breaking away as a flood of juices washed over her insides. This in conclusion line did it to her. The searing lust caused by her lover's lewd talk and her son's continuous loving worship of her heated torso carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's head hard as her juices oozed out of her snatch with a force that wet her saree around her crotch. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his head so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his breast which was pressed against his Mom's warm 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 inches below her bellybutton, past the huge belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glazed look. She had muttered a good nighttime and tossed the telephone away, her cheek and chest heaving. Binu saw his mother's resplendent 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 pelvis, leaving her thighs fully naked. His cock ached and throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had followed piece of her familiar conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the telephone set"?

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

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

Chapter 14

he perversely thrilling quite a little of his sexy, half naked mother getting an coming talking to her husband's hirer while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage dick into overuse. He groaned inwardly and ran into his bedchamber clutching his hammer. He pulled out an old photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that Nox making sure that he came on his Mom's face in the picture. His mother's unconstraint flashed vividly across, each time he masturbated. At the end of each interjection he couldn't help wondering where his highly-sexed 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 meantime felt herself sticky and wet both inside and outside. While her gushing succus washed her interior, her younger son's diaphragm and navel whacking left her sticky all over the middle. She looked down after her departure to his point which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep. His head teacher rose and fell softly on her panting, naked belly. His pectus pressed against her twat through the sheer white saree, which was wet around the privates. Both his hands were around her hip and his right hand was infact cupping her let out upper bottom. For a moment she was ashamed of herself for climax right when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the ignominy turned to a wild joy. Binu's nibbling had turned her blast on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram's call came. His lewd talk was the initiation she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the impulses. Now, after her sexual climax, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her total thigh region exposed. She could find her pussy spasm mildly against Binu's chest and wondered how it would possess been in the course of her telephone talk and orgasm. The thought made the range wife shiver. And the tremble brought out some excess lust from her loins. She was still perturb despite her dismissal because she hadn't been fucked. Her ripe trunk hadn't received its fuck drugging. If anything she felt corneous than before.

Manya had gone off to a difficult sleep in the Sami posture. She awoke, former 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 deceased with a half smile on his sassing. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's lips had been the former night. They seemed to require to simply devour her belly soma. She also wondered whether Binu realized the effect his squeeze and kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't take his deed to be out rightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her body, especially her umbilicus and ass. Gently she lifted her son's head from her warm and damp pelvic surface area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her sari pin right off her juicy body onto the floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was one-half past five. The beautiful woman of the house went butt on naked into the can and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at to the lowest degree an minute before either of her Son woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the same half nude state. She put on a half-slip and a black bra. She wore the same T. H. White sari and blouse over the unmentionable and decided to enchant some saucy, former morning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into the impudence of the dayspring, towards the jogger's park situated about 100 one thousand from her star sign. Her Stanford White saree highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her credit crunch waist flesh, while the black bra only served to draw sharp attending to her beautifully shaped breasts through the lily-white blouse. Her navel was the instant draw from the figurehead, peering out invitingly through the sheer Theodore Harold White saree. Her rear view was resistless with her toilsome rear swaying provocatively with each footmark while her exposed upper hips and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet pipe dream. To the secretly following Deen, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.

Manya felt more and more fretful between her thighs as she walked. The nip in the air played with her skin, making her nipples poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the Night's arousal in her lumbus and her slow body sway suggested that she was indeed in sexual need. Her son followed her from a aloofness of about 50 measure, taking care 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 physical exertion. On reaching the park after giving account of backbreaking on on the way, the spoil married woman sought a slightly secluded fleck and sat in meditation posture under a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"Hello Mrs. M, good morning ”.

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

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

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

"It's a pity so much of stunner is being wasted. Let me show you the new multifariousness of roses over there"he pointed towards an even more secluded spot, holding her waist in the Same movement, as if to help oneself her.

With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny housewife rose and allowed herself to be led towards the topographic point, his warm grip heating her soundbox all over. She blamed it on the early sunup horniness, but gave in to the old man's advances, recollecting his steely grip over her waist, hips and wet ass during the Holi dunking.

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

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

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

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

Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his action and the heaviness of his cock. Her thenar enclosed it well and fully and the steely substance jerked eagerly in her helping hand. A moan escaped her lips and she began a slow jerking motion. Her eubstance was hot now and her juice began the outward journey down her soaker thighs. Salman's founder was a man of little public lecture and all activity, which suited the straying wife well. He placed his voluptuous butt on the grass under the Tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, business firm hand to handle her body. She lay flatcar on the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one 1 motion, he lifted the white sari rightfield over the needy homemaker's fair and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a petty too loudly for safety. Her wetness surprised the older man and the estrus of her twat only made his lustfulness tip. He bent and thrust his thick putz into her soaked pussy almost immediately. He began the severe pumping, first in quick poking, which tapered into gasping slower unity. His men reached out and gripped her aching boob, making the physical body quiver. The horny wife writhed under his attack and her passionateness rose, making her pelvis rise to assemble every poking of her older fan. The squishy sounds of his cock plundering her cunt filled the mum air and even in that country, the horny, extramarital woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not know however that her own son was peeping and earshot, unseen from a length, in a state of extreme arousal and excitement.

The older man's compact hammer pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive pussy. The other forenoon dew soaked the exposed part of the turned on homemaker's waistline, back and stage, which was a lot of her wholesome body at that moment. She lay sprawled on the wet grass, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the older man whose son had fucked the daylights out of her ravishing organic structure just the former day. The open air fucking charged her lusty body into renewed vigor. Manya raised her hips to receive every single thrust of his with a force that surprised the stocky man. The shaft clasping power of the cheating wife below him took the break of day heartiness out of him and in less than five transactions, he was spurting out his semen, mashing her full breasts savagely. The jet of his cum hit her deep inside and the beautiful charwoman got her day's first seed clap in the early hours, when she was lying one-half naked in the park, obscenely surrendering her lush, horny trunk to Salman's Father-God, while many other housewives were taking brisk walks less than xx metre away.

As the older man rose from the sexy body he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any possible danger. Sensing none, he whispered to the womanhood he had just fucked that he would leave first and she could give a five minute lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to amass her clothes over her wet thighs. The saree was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The break saree stuck to the curves of her ass, causing a very arousing sally. From a distance of twenty dollar bill meters, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his female parent looked outrageously sexy and positively vulgar at that time of the sunup, with the skirt chirping around her. Her physical structure looked so use and incongruous with the fresh surroundings with all the moist dirt on her. He did not see her getting her day's first bonk, but he could hear it. He remained in his vantage position even after Salman's Church Father had left. He saw his sexy mother adjust her sari and recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of the parking area and move towards the tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a abbreviated word after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the cheating cleaning lady with Salman. Deen could only watch a component part of the scene behind the tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and deflect her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi good pose. He was on his stifle, making thrusting campaign, prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous female parent was on all fours, getting fucked barker style by the Whitney Young stud. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen crazy and he began a long and hard jerking of his dick, watching the facial nerve expression of Salman as he vigorously fucked his female parent. The passion was too high and he came much sooner than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into the bushes before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the park home, thinking that it would be better to get hold of before his Mom returned from her early morning escapade. He could distinctly hear Salman call his mother a bitch as he rammed into her snatch from rear end. On his proceeds journey he saw many middle aged fair sex walking around, either with their husbands or their dogs, reveling in the morning freshness. He gave one concluding view to his own lusty mother who at that time was on all fours, her luscious ass senior high school up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a couple of twelvemonth elder than her son. Sensing another hard-on he went home, entered through the unresolved kitchen room access 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 threshold, waiting for Manya.

Manya's consistency was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the maddened fucking given by Salman's young cock. Being a bunny for the second shtup, the son's cock came as a bonus to the aphrodisiac wife after the father had pumped and filled her fountainhead. Holding her ample hips and squeezing her swaying boobs occasionally the studhorse spewed his semen into the horny's wife's greedy snatch after ten minutes of furious screw. Manya got her day's second germ good time from Salman and it was not even one-half preceding six in the morning.

Realizing that the car park would get More crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would leave first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the sexy woman he had just fucked rise and leave slowly. Her clothes were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to her lowly body, making a very provocative outline of her wellspring stacked body. Salman felt she looked erotic in her uncleanness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one full phase of the moon squeeze play, making the well fucked wife squeal in half surprise and one-half joy. Manya walked right back to her theater as steadily as she could, not bothering to await at any of the onlookers. It was a safe walk since daylight had begun to split up out. In that dirty, damp attire, strutting her wellspring exposed ravished body around could let led to gang rape if it were moonlight instead of morning light. Her walk carried a slow sway, imparting a sexy heaving to her hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to recognise Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual appearance. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden move towards the homemaker's hip with his nose. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a beef between the well fucked mother's thighs. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in alarm clock. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said"Don't vexation Aunt Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

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

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

"When ? ”, inquired the unrelenting stud. Manya was amazed at his cockiness. She realized that he felt she was an easily, willing lay. The cerebrate didn't disturb her, though the expanding range of her admirers to cover milkmen made her a wee bit uneasy.

"Tomorrow ”, she said, freeing herself from him. She could not however prevent him from feeling her up all over her curvaceous pectus and hip joint for one full minute before release. Red in boldness again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one face at her damp form, she realized that she needed to commute before attending to her motherly duties of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her sleeping accommodation, she began stripping off her gabardine saree and entered her sleeping room to find Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a light kiss on his ear and whispered that it was sentence to wake up.

Binu slowly opened his eyes and saw a well snipe cleavage staring into his typeface from a inglorious bra and Elwyn Brooks White blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit of his fixation, his mother's deep and juicy omphalus. As he rose, it was right in presence of his face. He began with a deep, early break of day omphalus buss, making his sexy female parent squirm once again. When onto his feet, he kissed her boldness and suddenly both female parent and son exchanged a quick lip to lip kiss. A rule 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 recognise her. He was fresh except for his bathtub. Deen had to check another rush of blood into his cock on seeing his mother in a underskirt and blouse again. Her heroic belly bore some scratch marks where the terra firma had grazed her during those rousing sex academic session. Instinctively he reached out to experience her waistline around those marks. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the park during my break of day paseo Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow."Deen was felicitous that she had not lied at least about going to the park.

Like a dutiful mother, Manya prepared breakfast for her two Word over the side by side half an hour and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu call out for a bath. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and Deen set up to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed mother got down to bathing her sons, taking only a quick spirit at Deen's private parts. He was half erect. And Binu was limp. In the course of instruction of the bath she got around to lather Binu's crotch. The present moment her handwriting encircled his glob, Binu's peter scene up in two arcsecond like a serpent raising its lens hood. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny female parent continued to bath her Logos. Binu's dick remained at full distance during the entire course of instruction of the bath. Manya forced her eye off it, only to encounter Deen's hard on jutting out through his briefs. Both blood brother were trying to keep normalcy, though Deen's task was tougher. He watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his brother's stopcock, in the act of trying to rinse the soap away. He did not wonder too tough why it took one full minute of arc to rinse it away. And now he also found it formula to see his naked pal fiddling with his mother's exposed navel very often during the seance. The sexy mother ended the bath and put the cascade off. Deen felt his mother's finger graze against his hammer in a very brightness level hug, but decided that it was by accident. Ushering them out of the bathtub, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the morning's adulterous hint. She felt her purulent lips puffed up while soaping and a pocket-size tingle ran up her spine as she soaped her erect nipples. The pressure of the mauling given by the horny father and son still lingered on her breast and the hot feel of her son's erect dick lingered on her overnice fingers. Her pussy felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to happen after the hardest of fucks to stoke her fires all over again. Even Deen, as he left the bathtub knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedroom, wiping her armpits and abdomen along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between her thighs and was beginning to enjoy the warmheartedness, when her son's cry for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without incertitude. No having the time to decide on clothes, she slipped on a Stanford White petticoat and a total darkness blouse. As common, she tied the petticoat five inch below her belly push button and kept the top two buttons of her low cut blouse undone. This was as good as her measure attire whenever hubby was away. She felt unloose and comfortable and didn't have to change unless she had to go out. She went to the dining area towards two laborious dicks, one of which went with a pair of eager deal. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the incline and poking her belly button at least five times during the meal. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her immature son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his tomentum. But it was not fun and games for her pussy. A slow down ardour had started.

Once her children had left, the amorous married woman flopped on the couch and slipped into a short siesta. She stirred when she heard the bell ring. Her hand automatically went to her pussy. Every sound of any bell was something of a wake up Call for her pussy. And the short nap had introduced a gentle shudder in her loins. Caressing herself between her second joint, she went towards the doorway and paused for a while, as if unwilling to pass on her pussy.

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

"It's me Sam,"came the reply, much to the sexy mother's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the door, only to move back her script from her mound with a start. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for her appearance Manya ran into the sleeping room. Sana watched Sam ogling her vast, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a dark blue sari over her petticoat. She was still braless and Sana could clearly make out her pert mammilla poking right out of the blouse and through the saree. Sana felt out rightly jealous of the juicy older woman. She looked a bundle of sexual vigour and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such mentation in her mind, she opened a belittled envelope.

For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life out his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from his genital organ. He had seen his aphrodisiac Mom getting her breasts sucked and crushed by his younger crony while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her au naturel, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an orgasm in obscene horniness. The in conclusion linger figure of his juicy mother for his saccade off was of her heave, well-endowed, fully exposed body being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling breasts, wet face, glistening bellybutton and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her genitalia, flashed in a prompt sequence before his wild heart at the orgasm of every frig. With the final double of his lusty female parent fully naked and embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely raise up slumber. He was surely there would be a time when she would handle to talk to her Dad on the phone while some man fucked her mental capacity out doggie dash. He only hoped he would be able to watch over her.

Manya felt the last explosion of her orgasm leave her body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her breast and was lying with his point on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to tramp asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a shock as to how bring out she was. Her stallion front was open right down to her bush and the saree was bundled up around her pussy, leaving everything below candid and bare from her fleshy thigh downwards. Even the horny mother felt she looked quite rough-cut lying like this future to her son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected what her son had done. Her tit were still a bit muffle from all his nibbling and biting. The incline of her full chest still retained his clinch pressure and throbbed lightly. stew decorated her souse body around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya's eye drifted to her pelvic area and the passel startled her. Her saree just about covered her kitty-cat and was damp all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her little son began to settle into the voluptuous mother and wife. Her Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 snub him.

"The greatest discipline was self study ”, she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his normal itch. Manya knew that such impulse were convention in boys and that it was grievous to fight off them because of the potential psychological repercussions on them. Moreover she was sure that he would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As a mother she had deep love for her sons and was sure that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his love, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some folly and pampering through this phase. And it only made her feel sexier, easily and more desirable. There was zippo which turned on Manya More than the knowledge that someone lusted after her body. She did however marvel as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her dead body. The thought made her a bit occupy about her elder son's normalcy and she decided to assume a closelipped look at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into eternal rest since the excitement of feeling and sucking his mother's breasts drained him mentally. It was his first encounter with his mother in a bare, physical sense. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to pleat his haircloth and shifted her body down to descend down beside him. She readjusted her saree to report her buttocks and thighs and slept with her back to her son. She tried hard to sleep but remained a few steps short of slumber. After nearly half an 60 minutes, she felt Binu's hand on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her naked waist as it always did, towards her bellybutton. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her pelvis and rested there. Manya could directly experience the impact of his dick against her full and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's script moved in and out of her umbilicus in a slack fingering movement. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving tinge. She relaxed her ass against his pressing shaft and allowed the pleasurable pulsation in her navel to ingest over. But she stiffened again when she felt his prick throbbing against her arse. Its heat and insensibility permeated through his shorts and her sheer saree. She was sealed that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock against her heated asscheeks, but the aroused mother was sure that her ass passion was interacting with his young peter through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further when she felt his peter throb intensifies wildly. In astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or drive from his position. She realized he was dreaming about the ample soundbox and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The pounding against her ass continued like an automatonlike motor. Her dreaming son's dick was beating against the object of his aspiration, making the field of his lusty pipe dream quiver and wiggle against it. Manya stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressure on them. The cramp were followed by a sudden volley of wetness which dampened the seat of her saree. With a shock the sexy mother realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to sense the Wave of waiver ebb out. For five minutes after feeling the last feeble throb, Manya remained in that posture to appropriate her son's body to regain blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached backside and felt the saree around her ass, taking attention not to disturb his leg over her naked rose hip. She realized that her saree rode up to the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's prick had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the sexy woman smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her physical structure literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most jazz 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 sooner than rule. The reward of a well fucked body was that sleep enters quick and cryptical. It also leaves the soundbox quickly once the required rest is obtained. The impending sunrise moments were also instant for hotness to get through on the beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her hip joint, the naut mi having got unfasten. She was barren naked on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast asleep, now with his back to her. A prompt recapitulation of the previous night's events crossed her nous. The pin-up mother felt herself loaded once again with compassion and love for her son. On whim, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his rest to face up her. His eyes were still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering surge of warmheartedness. She gently hugged his brass into her knocker and stroked his rear, knowing that he was asleep and couldn't common sense her nudeness. Her mind told her that this could be the last metre she would be hugging her son as a petty innocent boy. She wanted to finger and taste the here and now. She hugged his boylike look into her bare, full phase of the moon breasts, allowing their effeminateness to smother his nerve. She kept kissing his sleeping header and held him against her titty for two full bit. Satisfied, the nude sculpture mother rose from the bed. As she got up, she thought with a impish grinning that she needn't wear a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. Life was shifting gears and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early morning hotness crept into Manya's right body the moment she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should consider a stroll down to the jogger's Mungo Park. It was not the candidate of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some brisk air for surely. Putting on some undergarment, she draped the Lapplander nighttime gloomy sari over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The saree was crumpled however, making her flavour like she'd had a ardent night in bed. With otiose tread, the horny wife and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing innumerable admirers on the way exhibiting different degrees of lust.

"I can't service it if I'm blessed with a alky body ”, she thought ”, as she passed a staring middle aged man. The man's wife was sharply dragging her hubby away, giving dirty looks to Manya.

When she entered the Park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana. She had brought her disastrous Alsatian dog for a walk. Manya knew that Sam and Sana were avid dog lovers and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana'a sitting on a work bench, holding on to her dog's triplet, Manya heaved her sexy body across to her side, feeling many eyes on her exposed waist and speed pelvis. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their small talk, Sana pointed to her dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to match him soon so that they could give a lot of puppies for a whole lot of Friend who had asked. Manya looked at the friendly but big dog. His optic were deep and burnished. Sanaa kept playing with the area around his ears and he kept raising his head to lick Sana on her cervix and face. It looked like a loving dog.

"Tiger, sports meeting Aunt Manya,"introduced Sanaa, pointing Manya out to her dog. tiger rose to his metrical foot and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to agitate hands. Manya bent slightly from the terrace to throw off men. She found Tiger cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's side. Though not used to dogs, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful typeface with his foresighted wet tongue. The eager dog licked the beautiful mother's facial expression, thrilled at her willing offer. He ran his tongue all over cheek, forehead, neck, and nose and drag it in one longsighted chance event over her to the full rim. Manya recoiled for a second base, feeling a stir. Seeing Sana laugh, she continued to let tiger lavish his knife all over her font. Her face was wet all over from his licking in no clip. The lapping dog didn't seem to want to stop.

"aunty Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't lick my human face that long ”, said Sana'a. Sanaa again felt a wee bit jealous that like her boyfriend Sam, even her dog seemed to prefer the voluptuous wife over her nubile ego. She pulled the dog by its leash, dragging him away from the beautiful object of his attention. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her brass with her saree and noticed the doggie olfactory property. It was a bit stiff and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a while longer and decided that she had to get back home. She held Sana's hired man to say farewell and bent-grass to shake hands with tiger as she stood. The top of her sari fell off her articulatio humeri, revealing a huge cleavage right in figurehead of the dog's heart. Panthera tigris wasted no time in giving a sharp lick right in the eye of the juicy woman's segmentation. The voluptuous mother was shocked at the act and felt a sharp-worded bolt of an unutterable feeling in her. Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.

But Panthera tigris's paws were close to her feet and as she took a step, the dog also moved to stop her. In the operation, his paw fell on the prat of her saree, causing Manya to trip over. The wellspring stacked housewife fell flat on her rear with the sari getting swept aside from her nominal head. tiger saw a fleshy target in his new friend and he pounced onto the lush woman, licking at her bring out navel. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping tongue, sending an electric flow right through Manya's horny dead body. Sanaa simply stared for a moment at the lewdly agitate sight before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juices out of Manya's bedspread out belly. His tongue covered every uncovered inch of her Brobdingnagian midriff and Sana gaped at the fully bodied married woman as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to barricade the beast. Tiger delved into her navel various times and his tongue sent shivers all over Manya's rippling organic structure. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana pull out back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and looked around. About ten people were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into redness the flushed housewife quickly bade good bye to a still stunned Sanaa and moved out of the Mungo Park. On the way she heard a guy call out,"Watch out Maam. Dogs think like us guys. They are always on the look out for a gripe in rut ”.

The man didn't flavour like a habitue in the arena. But Manya was too helpless to respond angrily. She literally ran her way house, her eyes moist with disgrace. Only after reaching her kitchen room access did she stop to unwind. Panting, she slowly started to recover her breathing time. The behavior of the dog outraged the wife, but she realized she felt different. Suddenly she moved her hands to her pussy and felt it through the sari. She was wet.

Her mind worked in all commission trying to empathise her State. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt arouse. She felt like a squawk in heat. A real cunt. Somebody else also understood that she was in heating system. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few days to get his hired hand on the horny wife, was keeping guard by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering woman and sensed that she needed cock. ineffectual to consider his luck, he held her strongly by her shoulders. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to find the milkman. She allowed him to stay her on the limen of the kitchen room access. She remained silent and shaking as he stripped her saree and petticoat right off her ass. The Pres Young stud repositioned his preferred homemaker in the bit where he loved fucking her and proceeded to give her what she loved nigh. Feeling his strong dick ravaging her slit doggy style, Manya felt like a true bitch at that mo. The thought sent ripples of joy all over her body as much as his steely tool did. Her intellect went to the gripe that Panthera tigris would couple to give ascending to ten of puppies. For a evanesce second she placed herself in the place of the gripe and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppies. Her fertile pussy gushed out juice strongly to meet the milkman's own spurting cock. It was a mind blowing, mad first fuck. The exhausted fair sex rested her ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the young milkman. No tidings were exchanged for a few instant. She watched with the same smile as he pushed up his trouser and left her presence. It was a purely functional, purpose serving shtup, and the extramarital Manya loved such fucking.

The clip was still fifteen minutes to seven am. Manya had another half an hour at least before her Logos awoke. She felt tonic now and storage of the dog's assault on her flesh were pushed back into her mind. Her sari was still off her body. Her ass was still naked on the threshold. The licentious wife decided to get inside when she saw Sam appear from nowhere carrying an gasbag. He pulled out all the Polaroid snaps that he had taken yesterday and forgotten to helping hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was defenseless. Her legs were ranch apart in sitting posture and she looked remarkably comfy in that awkward affectation. Manya didn't feel the need to cover 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 woman, his elbow on her second joint as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her pussy confining ups. There was no way anybody could guess it was her snatch. Sam had made her tap twat look like the world's greatest treasure cove. She admired his ability more than the magnificence of her pussy. However after repeated viewing she felt a passion surge again in her loins. She gave him a sudden candy kiss on his sassing. Sam responded by kissing her back and held her by her naked pelvic girdle. His helping hand rested well below her shank position and he kept squeezing her generous frame in soft comforting solidus. They looked perfectly matched and at rest with each other, like a husband and married woman going through the daybreak newspaper. That was how the observation Deen felt from the side window.

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

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruits of their previous day's Labour. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that Manya was becoming witting of his growing proximity. She felt Sam's familiar hand once again find her pussy and that really enhanced her ease floor. She kept looking at the picture show of her lewdly spread cunt, thanking herself that she didn't wear any ring. It would get revealed her identity operator from the way in which her fingers were opening up her juicy cunt in the shot. All along Sam kept fingering her pussy. Even her suspiration and groan came by themselves and the duad slowly slid into a repose posture. Manya rested her head back against the room access and spread her second joint wider to fall in freer accession to Sam's cupping hand. He manipulated her pussy without stopping. Manya's bladder was full because she hadn't taken a pee before her morning walk of life. Now with all the ministrations of her sensitive lover, the pressure began to build up to near uncontrollable levels.

She gasped at his solidus and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His fingers got interfering and busier with the horny wife's twat. Each separatrix of his raised her need to bursting stratum. She felt she would pee any minute. But the import never came. The crocked feeling persisted but the horny wife could not release her pee. The relentless stroking of Sam on her slit thwarted the menses. Instead her twat got self-conceited and wet with super charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's handwriting, her typeface wearing an agonized flavor that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no further time. He replaced his fingers with his cock, stretching Manya outside the door rightfulness on the basis. Deen felt his mother looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the ground, her coxa heave and her pussy swollen with the combined need to piss and get fucked. Sam poked her outer pussycat with his finger as if to examine the walls. Manya burst out into indocile sobs, whimpering with need.

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

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

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

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

"okay auntie Manya, you can pee ”, announced Sam, standing above her lewd contour, with his dick hard and strong over her.

The depraved woman could take it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his dick dragged him right on to her heave, luxuriant body. She roughly positioned his arduous rooster right wing at the entrance of her dripping kidnapping. She arched her heated coxa up and forced an entering for his rooster, rotating her hip joint greedily to allow his meat to slump into her gash. She took his hands and placed them on her heaving knocker and forced him to squeeze the quiver pile. Making guttural audio that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly stimulated mother thrusts her hips upwards, her eyes imploring and pleading with him to start fucking. Sam felt it would be a sin to hold back any yearner. He began rotating his hip and started a slow fucking to find the interior of her boiling cunt fully. His cock once again familiarized itself with Manya's beautiful pussycat. Deen was now red with jealousy as he saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless wreck and then getting fucked in a recollective and teasing regular recurrence. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.

Manya's bitchiness was elevated even though Sam took her pussy missionary mode. Both the stripling could see the luxuria contortioned human face of the beautiful cleaning woman as her wholesome body got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every cerebrovascular accident of Sam's peter felt like it was hitting against a water bed. Manya's horny physical structure bounced and heaved at every thrusting in the too soon hours. Sam pounded with urgency to take the sexy wife to a much needed climax. The climax washed her insides thoroughly and she felt Sam's cock spurt at the same time. With a concupiscent groan, she took out Sam's cock from her cunt and placed it above her grimace, taking the full blast on her eye, nose, lips and cheeks. She licked the fluids wherever her tongue could reach 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 second fourth dimension during that torrid fucking session.

Suddenly, before the eyes of the two teenagers, Manya began to pee. She had lost it. The flowing came loud and steady and burst out like a slew stream. Sam watched in amazement and wished that he had brought his camera to cap this erotic import. For a full two proceedings, the horny womanhood let out all the accumulated fluids, clutching her venter during the act. She was still spread out on the floor, the pee collecting itself around the upside-down V between her thighs. It formed a small pool. With her beautiful, homely facial expression and well fucked body, Deen felt his mother looked like a honest hussy. A loveable slut. But she looked beautiful to him. His wellspring 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 look on his favorite model and he kissed her arduous on her lip, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his mouthpiece and felt him compress her cuntlips in one hold up throw before departing. It felt nice to be teased and used this way. Her physical structure's limits were being stretched and she found the exercising thrilling.

A upbeat Manya prepared a magisterial breakfast for her son and only one of them knew the reason for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both sons felt felicitous for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his first seed venting in his knickers. He discussed it with his brother Deen, who told him that it was perfectly natural. Both buddy did not go into further point. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling different. She gave him a couple of squeeze more than necessary to reassure him and even placed his hand around her waist when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her white meat to touch the back of his headway respective prison term in the course of instruction of the meal, with and without reason. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and before leaving for school, gave his trademark wring and kiss to his voluptuous mother. He gave her ass an extra hard squeeze and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's division were off because of a sportswoman mapping at school which he didn't feel like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in marvel. He was a unfermented and loving boy but he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his younger brother. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and snog her while Deen would hardly ever refer her or even reversed with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually formula. She remembered suddenly that the boys who were balling her were around Deen's age or a slight elder. The view made her shiver and shift key. If she could be a piece of Binu's sexual find, then she found no reason why Deen should be left out. She decided to bring him out of his shield that morning.

Fifteen minutes after breakfast, Manya called out,

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

The surprised teenager was caught of guard, but he agreed. He was wearing only his short circuit and null else as he came out to the living room. His female parent had removed her saree and blouse. Wearing a bra and half-slip she stood before him with two towels in paw. Manya began her petty game by saying that the oil would hold her petticoat damp. She wrapped the shortest towel around her pelvis and removed the petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her chest. The beautiful mother saw her son staring at her thighs and breasts alternatively. The towel came to about thigh duration, exposing her gilt, well toned thighs. Her tit were clearly outlined through the thin cotton towel across her breasts. She presented an air of extreme physical informality. The horny mother noted that the effect was not lost on her son. His young rooster tented his shorts already.

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

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

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

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

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

Deen took one look at his female parent. Her stallion back was exposed right up to her buttocks crack. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hired man to massage, he was sure he would be forced to adjoin her pussy. He could see the position of her full breasts as they pressed against the storey. Her hands were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the expanse and sissiness. His mother had a very delectable trunk. He felt he was lucky to be able to service her in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His paw also constantly touched the sides of her boob whenever he tried to massage her sides. He lovingly reached into her axilla and stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny female parent. There was utter cognition between mother and son that both were turned on. The intimate tensity was palpable.

Deen ran his hands on the vertebral column of her thighs and in the outgrowth got to squeeze and knead them thoroughly. His sexy mother, from the back was as good as nude, except for the reduce towel covering her ass. And the cheeks of her wax ass were all it covered. The rest of her creamy consistency was all his for squeezing. At one stage Deen had to sit at the base of her asscheeks in order to be able-bodied to knead her back properly. When he did so, his dick came into manoeuver tangency with the right-down base of her ass, not even an inch from her dripping twat. He massaged away at her back and as he did so, his pelvic neighborhood moved to and fro against Manya's lower ass bringing his prick into occasional physical contact with her pussy entry. It was a searingly arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching stimulation but managed not to show it because her face was down on the floor. Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks wiggle and realized that she was fully in heat energy. He slowly reduced the pressure of his massaging which in round reduced the pressure level of his dick on her outer cunt. Manya was mad with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing drawers his cock would have been inside her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the effect on her new son. She didn't care if he fucked her. She realized that he was rule 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 extract her disappointment. The horny mother had reached a degree where naught mattered to her. Her son's withdrawal puzzled her and she remained au naturel 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 miscellaneous sensation of letdown and relief on her features. She was glad that her son was a normal kid. Her physical structure was unhappy that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her mind accepted that non event with a motherly felicity. All in all she was indifferent to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her chest. Manya didn't bother to adjust it. Suddenly from the corner of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his bedroom window. She could see him transfix to the spotlight, his optic on her. With a jump she understood the situation. Her elder son loved to watch over her. He was to a greater extent of a Peeping Tom. 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, carnal sway of her pelvis. The towel was almost falling off her replete pelvic girdle by the time she reached her bedroom doorway. Suddenly Manya turned around at the room access, giving Deen an unhindered view of her full boob. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their theme and sides. They jiggled sexily at her sudden round, making Deen's eyes pop out. He had seen his mother's breasts in all kinds of script 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 uncomplicated jerked meat for it to hang off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to shine off her lush pelvic arch exposing herself in all her nimbus to her son. Her plenteous fertile crotch hair, her fleshy thighs, her magnificent creamy midriff, her well endowed fizzle, her erect tit and her horny face were all out in display for the exclusive eye of her have it off son. It was an awful flood lamp of lust that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the same metre. She felt a deep departure within herself that told her that her titillating journey was now comprehensive. fountainhead, almost, thought the sex crazed wife to her. Manya allowed Deen to feast on her toothsome soundbox for one wide-cut minute before walking nude statue into her bedroom and bathing tub. Deen saw her nude, entire asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his dick, Deen wondered why he was so aroused. He had seen his mother getting fucked into limbo, not once but various times in the most detestable military capability. That body held no novelty for him but just now he felt he was looking at her all over again for the initiative time.

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

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back against the paries, and two fingers deep in her soak pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was farseeing and spasmodic, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fires within her which were wild, different and more powerful than ever before. The flood of juice in her loins had an unruly rush about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she reached up and turned on the shower. The brace downpour hit her with a stroking force on her bosom, hips, George H.W. Bush and second joint. For a fully ten minute of arc the horny mother let her eubstance take in the poise exhibitor before getting down to the serious business of cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curvature, she shivered in the computer storage of her son Deen's deal on her eubstance. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, rose hip and thigh. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressing of his young dick on them through the thin towel.

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

Manya's pubes were now in a eonian discharge mode. The juices always oozed now. Only their muscularity was decided by the state of affairs. With sex fully in her brain, she decided to lie down for a while and chill off. Naked, she slid her juicy soundbox under the covers and tried to sleep. Her handwriting automatically rested on her kitty mound, the fingers stroking the back talk lightly.

In the other room, Deen ranted about as he neared his third ejaculation. His intact bed sheet was smeared with cum. In the course of three jerky offs, he had visualized his mother's horny consistency in all possible situation of ravishment, use and vilification. She had screamed and cried in his imagery as cock after cock ploughed into her greedy puss and mitt after hand mauled her well stacked body. His final image of his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched charwoman, sprawled naked on the storey, her face coated with sperm and her sexy dead body heaving about wantonly in the final leg of coming. Even after ejaculation he could still feel the remnants of the touch of Manya's fleshy, heated trunk in his palms.

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

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

"She's relaxing after a bath ”, replied Deen, asking Abdul and his son in. He saw his buddy relocation 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 great deal of his half asleep Mom. The bed tabloid had slipped partly down at her chest, revealing one juicy breast fully. The early one was also exposed fully except for her nipple. He could take in out that his mother had one hand around her humbled abdomen. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully au naturel ”, thought the vernal son.

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

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

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

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very slowly moved his lips down to her sass for their customary stack. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to cope with her son's back talk. Binu accepted her oblation eagerly. female parent and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her tongue into Binu's mouth in a probationary exploration. It was the initiative clip that they had an exploratory kiss. Binu felt his soundbox change state hot and Manya could find him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose higher to make out the kiss in comforter. In the appendage, the bed sheet slipped right off her pectus, baring both her big tit to her son. Binu's optic popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his female parent's right breast. He had established his right to blow and caress her tit when exposed and he utilized this chance. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her mighty chest. Manya kept kissing him while getting her knocker squeezed, her bridge player delving into her moist pussy under the cover charge. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't help marveling at the repose and acquirement with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the same fourth dimension. He seemed an excellent physiognomy. The Twin Falls insistence were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist, began to bring in in heat. She realized the motive 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 eyes, continuing his white meat caress for another ten seconds.

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

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

"cuss ”, she laughed and slapped her son on his buns playfully."You're telling me now after so long."One manus was still under the covers and on her snatch when she told Binu,

"i'll be out there in two second. severalise them to sit down ”.

Taking one last aspect at his Mom's nude course, Binu was convinced that his mother was indeed naked under the bed flat solid. He left the way, 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 age now. He was almost a angelic old man. Manya felt very well-situated with him. It was when she entered the livelihood area that both Deen and Manya got a stupor. Deen because of his Mom's scanty dress and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to come up with his son. But she continued in her attire because they had to engage her mensuration in any case. Three male centre looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained breast swaying sexily with each footmark. Deen left them and went to his way. But he took up a position at the keyhole to peep on his Mom with the tailor. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be interfering for at least another one-half hour.

Manya made some initial low talk with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly 18 years old. He was a slim lad with knifelike center and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every meter her breasts heaved during the talk. She also noticed that the lad's eyes remained fixed on her huge, exposed midriff when he was not staring at her melon. Abdul then took measure for her blouse. His son noted down while the father called out. The watching Deen saw his female parent call down both her handwriting for Abdul to measure her breast. His peter blastoff to attending yet again as the mag tape encircled her fully breasts and twitch hard whenever Abdul's knuckle duster pressed into Manya's loving cup. He also saw Abdul's hand graze his mother's erect nipple on two occasions.

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

The old tailor then gave the mag tape to his understudy son for taking the petticoat measurement. Deen was startled. Manya herself didn't expect it but was indifferent to the change. Kneeling down to face her sexy waistline, the lad encircled the succulent ass of the housewife with the mag tape and called out the size. Deen found the kid's reading out his Mom's ass size of it a very rush and furious act. He kept clutching his aching peter and peeped on as the boy circled the tape recording around his Mom's pleasant-tasting waist above the belly button.

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

The horny wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her overweight lower abdomen for a few endorsement as he read out her final measurement. She gasped and that made the tike bet up into her font, past her entire cleavage, his face inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden tremble which went up her body betrayed her arousal. The sire and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's organic structure as her watching, randy son jerked off for the fourth 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 scene where Manya was measured up at leisure and that was why he showed a bit of surprise at the flushed look on Manya's face.

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

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

The three of them finished a dear meal. While Binu was eager to run out for his cricket his brother and female parent were horny and restless. Manya was horny because of the vast stimulation caused by Deen's massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt great in the company of her sons, closer and more secure than ever before. She was also positive that every act of theirs was out of pure dear. Even the luxuria was love driven. Being a love starved woman with a sex starved body, this aid from her Word made her glad. It also made her extremely horny. All the kissing and pawing by Binu stirred up her juice and left her craving for the material act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his female parent was feeling horny. It showed in her body spoken language. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him to visualize the itchy pussycat nestled between those glorious thighs. He noticed light astragal of perspiration in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eyes showed a unhinge facial expression. Deen realized a microscope stage had come where he communicated with her somatic needs very directly. He could sense when she needed a nooky just as surely as he could feel 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 intuitive feeling came in the form of a shout from Prem. He called to find out whether they would be keen on a family garment sales event in townsfolk. Binu had to go for his cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen tell Prem that he would be going over to a supporter's seat to hand over some borrowed college appointment. He asked Prem to come over and need his mother to the sale, promising to join them within an hour. She smiled to herself at the opinion of being alone with Prem for at least an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the sign with his comrade. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's rice beer. It made him happy. The appointive time was six in the evening and he had an hr and a half to pass. The pal left in different directions.

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his favourite bookseller's shop. It was his favorite hunting position for his sleaze collection. literature, pictures, and cassettes - the piazza had it all and the proprietor was a friendly, portly heart aged man. Deen walked into the shop class which was full of racks of Holy Scripture and magazines. The cassettes were all lined up against the paries. But Deen began looking into the book racks. There were four of them and a passageway separated each one from the other. A mortal on this face of the rack could not see the one on the other side. While Deen started looking into the incest assembling, he suddenly heard a soft discussion from the other slope and stiffened when he heard the name ‘ Manya ’. He strained his pinna to charm the voices and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a quickening pulse rate, Deen heard on.

"You mean your Doberman pinscher went for aunt Manya's cunt that sunrise,"came Salman's exclamation.

"Yup, right towards her genital organ. I had to hold up it back. He must experience loved the smell from her pussy after all you did to her ”, replied Sam.

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

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

"You did that ?"enquired Salman.

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmmmmm,"mumbled Salman hornily. You might as well bring in your Doberman along to work her scavenge when we're through with her ”.

"goodness musical theme, but I suspect the dog may not stop with simply licking her,"replied Sam.

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

"Yes it will…,"replied Sam."Any dog will love her smell. And Manya will demand it. I know for for certain she'll love it too. She's loony for prick in any flesh ”.

"screw, god dam hussy ”, hissed Salman."This talk is making me hornlike Sam."

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

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

The knocked out Deen heard his two supporter rush out of the store. Their talk and the divine revelation about his Mom's doggie adventure shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme horniness and utter turpitude injected a fresh wave of voyeuristic thrill in him. Their talking of performing a threesome with his mother with the theory of the dog joining in took his vision to the highest conceivable level. In a way he knew such a thing had to be around the nook. 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 common early that daybreak. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

"If requirement, i'll offer to take her for a dawning base on balls tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would wee-wee its advances,"he thought to himself. His judgment went back to his horny mother and he wondered what was happening in the house.

What was happening in the theater was totally in line with Deen's prospect. The moment the horny Manya opened the door to let Prem in ; the youngster immediately understood her state. There was no Scripture exchanged for the next 15 minute. They rushed into the near elbow room which was Deen's chamber and the two hot body entwined and mated with sensual hunger and push. Manya moaned without a gap as the nipper's hands mauled her pelvic arch, breasts, stomach and second joint with a continuity that raised her heated body to stunning layer of desire. They were naked within minute of arc and were soon pumping into each other like perfect body mates. Manya lifted her tenacious wooden leg and wrapped them around Prem's hips as he pumped hotly in and out of her boiling, extracurricular pussy. Each time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiable but her sexual desire was on a rising bender. The beautiful mother was turning into demon that could die for dick. Prem rammed his dick into her greedy twat and Manya's clasping snatch muscles propelled him into initiating sharp violent thrusts which made the voluptuous housewife's consistency tremble. Her breasts shook like two beautiful ripe mangoes on a subdivision. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking delight. His turncock made squashy strait as it pumped the hell out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping snatch. The amass horniness of the sex starved wife found violent expression as her rosehip rose in rhythm to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his back and urged him,"shag me Prem. Fuck me laborious and deep. Aaaaaaaahh…."her vocalism trailed as Prem proceeded to give her puss an absolute piece of ass. Manya gasped with each inviolable accident and moaned with each full squeeze play of her tit. Her trunk had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her untried lover sweated profusely and the sweat flew from Prem's hair to spray her face. Manya's face assumed contorted construction of surcharged lust. She was being balled by her dearie lover and she gave herself in completely to his unassailable hands and warm dick. Her inside were being ravaged with savage consistency. The rampart of her pussy were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into pulp magazine by Prem's cannon like thrusts. She was gradually reaching yet another idea blowing stopcock 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 tooth dug into his neck. Prem held his friend's horny female parent by her sizeable hips as she clung to him and rammed his final thrusts before spurting out hotly into her receptive twat. Their common orgasm lasted a replete two arcminute. Manya's fertile pussycat was flooded with unnumerable squirt of her Loretta Young lover's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to relinquish him. His hammer turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like love tunnel.

Manya loved the touch and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her head and kissed him on the brim, long and thick. She used her entire mouth on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful mother's oral cavity. Their mouths and spit remained locked for a wide-cut five transactions, during which metre they slurped and slurped on each early's juices. Occasional pant and murmurs escaped the mouth of the lusty housewife as she succeeded in keeping her youthful buff's pecker firmly lodged in her saucily fucked pussy. Taking her sass slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's eyes. Prem, on his part, looked deeply into Manya's eyes. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness on her nerve had vanished and was replaced by a lovely gleam in her oculus. 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 stance for another five min. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual bout was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his bedroom window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a violent, jerk, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his mother and serious friend remained entwined. His mother's second joint were spread and still wrapped around Prem's rose hip. Their abdomen were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty nipple. Manya's metrical foot pressed into Prem's naked buns. Their faces were a little apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful facial expression around her cheeks, ear and nose, occasionally tracing blood line around her eyes. Manya's heart was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again. She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly bureau fully beat her wide-cut breasts. She felt very close to him. He seemed to make love and manage for her. Her opinion went to the fact that he was Deen's age. It thrilled her to bring in that boys her son's age found her so desirable. She smiled happily to herself and her mentation suddenly turned towards the one aspect that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she'd ask Prem.

"Prem,"she said, gently caressing his foreland, as it rested on her luscious cleavage.

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

The act made Manya's body stir warmly. His gumshoe 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 husband's organ. Readjusting her pelvic arch to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a piddling worried about Deen."She of track did not know that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his figure was being mentioned. He pricked his capitulum and laughed lightly to himself at the mentation of his defenseless, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best ally while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

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

"I mean, is he fully o.k. Prem"?

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

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

caressing both her optic, Prem replied,"He doesn't have a lady friend that I know of but I think he is convention. Why do you ask auntie Manya ?"

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

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

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

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

Manya squealed a bit and replied"You know he seems inactive and very unlike you or any of his former Quaker. Even Binu is more physical, like a boy with growing hormone. Deen is loving and caring, like you are, but he's not passionate in that raw, forcible mother wit, like you are ”, she murmured, running her fingers all over Prem's hair.

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

"Please turn back that for a minute Prem, I'm quite unplayful about Deen ”, urged the horny lady of the house, her vocalism trying to stifle the gasp that escaped when Prem bit her nipple.

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

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

"Department of Energy he masturbate like all healthy boys and discus girls,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's oculus."You are his secure friend, secern me ”.

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

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

Prem kissed her os frontale and cupped her font in his mitt saying,"No guy would need to see at or discuss female child when you are in the house, Aunt Manya ”.

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

"I'm grave aunty Manya. When he can ogle this gorgeous trunk whole day, why would he demand another daughter ? Besides, which girl has your ripe, wholesome organic structure ?"

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

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

"Oh come on Aunt Manya, if I was in his place, even I wouldn't look at another lady friend. I would never get been able 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 ingest found a way to get you seriously and urgently into bed ”.

His words sent a moving ridge of thrill into the homemaker's organic structure. She felt her slit walls try to clasp at his trailer truck tumid tool wedged inside her. She felt wild.

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

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

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

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

"Yes Mom. You turn me on more than any young woman I met. You are the sexiest puppet I know,"replied Prem. Both began to playact along now.

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

Outside the window, Deen felt like his glob were going to break loose. This had crossed his wildest imagery. It was the wildest converging of the common horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving expression to it in the desolate, most erotic way possible. She was fucking his safe Friend as a deputy. His female parent was crossing the endure frontier towards incest. But the greatest thing about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the peeper loved it all the Sir Thomas More. more than fucking his female parent, he enjoyed overhearing his mother talk of the town about fucking him. It was wilder than the existent matter, at least for him. Rubbing his bursting dick, he listened on as he heard Prem answer in his voice.

"Your ass, Mom. I love your sweet, replete and substantive ass."

"Only"?

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

Manya could now feel Prem's cock prodding at the rampart of her cunt in mini drive. Her pussycat ooze out succus and they streamed right out onto her inner thighs. This was the wildest trance of lubrication in her sex aliveness. She felt her header turn labored and her centre were glazed all over with lust. She drew Prem into her even closer, her thigh gripping him hotly. She could now almost see Deen's face in Prem.

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

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

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

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

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

Prem could feel her cunt boiling slushily against his tool. It was never as wet in all the times they had fucked. He felt his prick bathed in her over expel fluids. The turned on housewife was quivering and moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his dresser into her full, sweaty breasts. 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 dick and thrusting it right into the horny female parent's steamy twat in one motion.

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the cock hungry mother, delirious with lust. Her kitty, thigh and pelvis responded with awakened incestuous energy. She heaved her rose hip upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the young studhorse. She opened and closed the clasp of her fleshy thighs against his rosehip in a wanton show of extreme arousal.

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

Deen's caput was reeling and his heart was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to get down with. He saw an rumbustious man, dark and powerful, manhandle his beautiful mother, ticker into her pussy roughly, mash her fleshy body all over and finally spew his hot cum late inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't head going through it with her son in the family made his heart pulsation faster with the realization that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. Worse still, she simply loved getting fucked like a bitch. While on all Little Joe, with the grocer's hard dick pistoning in and out of her randy twat, she hardly looked the loving Mom who cared for him and his footling brother. Nor did she look like the secret tease that coaxed and cajoled his shaft into ultra toilsome hard-on with her revealing style of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every in a horny fornicatress who craved loud and two-timing sex and loved only those things that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his shock turned to awe, his contempt turned to interpret and his green-eyed monster turned to lust. His youthful head related her behavior to the inability and fouled conduct of his rummy Fatherhood, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and luscious beauty like his Mom in his life. The flock of her shameless exaltation while getting fucked royally by a unknown only served to take him realise the full potential of his beautiful mother's sexuality and the extent of her true bodily needs. His meat reached out compassionately towards his mother with a voiced corner. So did his dick - with a operose on.

Suddenly in one swift motion, he clutched his burgeoning tool and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in less than 20 strokes - so potent was his rush of Passion for his sexy Mom. Even after ejaculation his dick merely registered a interruption but not a droop. He quickly resumed his prick pumping and this clip the range of the grocer balling his shaft hungry mother were more vivid and telling. With equate intensity he spewed his sperm all around him in the bathroom, gasping at the monumental rousing 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 well-chosen. He loved to see her glowing and satisfied. He loved to see her getting fucked.

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

Deen moved slowly out of the can and headed for his mother's bedroom. He stopped at the doorway and soundlessly peeped into the room. Manya had merely spread the transparent blue saree all over her full body and was lying on her back. Her hired man rested just below her stomach and was occasionally caressing her pussy. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring sounds. Her nipples poked right out of her still sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the morning's events. She was pleasured no incertitude 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 flock."Deen ”, she said loudly.

"Oh yes ”, he must have finished his bath, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her sari around her well ravished form for about the quartern meter of the day. Deen noticed his female parent's anxiety and waited until she had almost finished wearing her saree and just when she was tying the air mile in front of her shapely midriff, six in below her tantalizing navel, he walked into the room, calling out her name. Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued wearing her sari and completed tucking in the knot and adjusted the figurehead of her saree. The top of her saree was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy articulatio humeri. Her teat still peeked through the transparent blouse and saree, but that didn't matter. Her pose exposure was persona of subroutine as far as her son was concerned and she was quite sure that it didn't bother Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush consistency with a new sense of appraisal. He now saw her as a fleshy physical object too, that at times could take off into indocile and wildly aroused behavior. His heart 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 ease and contentment. Strangely that looks in her centre turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing look a remarkably arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's face. It was the aspect of a freshly fucked woman. A freshly fucked mother of two young and horny sons.

Manya had no time to rinse herself and while sitting across the table with Deen, she wondered how her young son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his mother was getting mercilessly balled by a stranger. But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie posture, like a true gripe. Both Mom and son had sex on their intellect when the doorbell rang. It was Binu, her younger son. Manya rose to spread the door and once again Deen got the prize view of her ass, rolling along with his mother's step, with each cheek rubbing sexily against the early, with the solid movement clearly discernable through the trucking rig transparent sari. Binu gave his new fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the door. He smothered her still sweaty dead body with his arms and reached out to get his customary feel of her juicy navel. He was a bit storm at its moistness. Even her face smelt dissimilar when he kissed her cheek. The scent was not just different. It was more sex. And his dick endorsed his thoughts by pressing hard into his gorgeous Mom's cushy and wide-eyed belly. That made Manya tighten up a bit but then she had seen his erecting before and allowed it as persona of growing up. What worried her was that Deen showed a mindset dissimilar from Binu. He was reticent, soft and closed. He was not strong-arm like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his food right away and gulped it down in lupus erythematosus than five minutes. All three rose after tiffin to retire for a light source good 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 normal for the two. She settled her scantily clad ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her sari fell off her shoulders but Manya didn't bother to adjust it since she was going to lie down. Her nipples came into clear view of Binu's eyes 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 odor he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electricity current between them. He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, wide belly and stroked the flesh lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her exuberant ass was pressed hard against his genital organ. He was wearing just his shorts without any underwear and this was nothing new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his father was away and right through the night, he would wedge her all over, especially her rose hip, asscheeks and belly. His favourite slur however, was her deep belly button. Manya allowed him to play around, with the confidence that it was simply a childlike enthrallment which he would soon overcome. dally around he did, but quite energetically. He would plant a series of wet buss all around her belly, concentrating on the area around her navel. He would nibble, biff and drift into that juicy bellybutton, showering all his affection into its enticing profoundness. He did that all the time, at least twice a day and more if the situation permitted. He would retain his amorous act until he heard his Mom's long and aroused moan. She would not sway him off but it was a signaling to him that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a cleaning lady starved of fondling, Manya actually enjoyed all this physical presentation of harmless fondness from her younger son. There were a few occasion when she was not indisputable about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly congratulate her ass, especially when she was dressed in a saree without a petticoat. He would swat and massage it quite freely and even attain her squeal with his surprise advancement on her lavish rear end. Gradually she grew to like it, even attend forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her mother wit of being wanted and enhanced her desirability levels. At times she suspected him of having definite sexual overtones in his activity. Those were the instant when he would run his fingers up and down her asscrack, establish her a big hug from tail and a hanker buss on her lower cheek, dangerously close to her full lips. She would feel an jiffy moistening in her loins but retrieve quickly enough to dismiss it off as adolescent behavior.

She did at meter hope that Binu would not be so brazen-faced and physical with her. After all he was just twelve years old. And he did not care that his action at law were being observed rather curiously by his senior Brother Deen. That good afternoon, Deen realized that his curvy mother had gone to remain without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex sessions with the grocer. Her trunk must be certainly reeking of the combined body fluids of the dark grocer and his fair mother. He also realized with a pounding heart that her unwashed kitty must be still nestling a respectable amount of his plenteous firing off. He marveled at her doings and attitude and was wondering how lucky Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right after her torrid session. piffling did he lie with that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to delight in her illicit joy for as long as she could, deriving the utmost gratification from lifespan'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 sleeping room to inform her. This meter he stood still in amazement. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her hip joint with his powerful leg thrown across them. Her sari rode right above her thighs, displaying their ample well curved shape and the garment stopped just a duet of inches below her pussy backtalk. He couldn't see the lips but Binu's sleeping form fully embraced his mother, with his gumshoe thrusting through his trunks just at the top of her ample, exposed thigh. Manya's belly and umbilicus were fully scanty and undecided. The saree around her waist had dipped to extra low levels in the course of action of her sopor. There was just a 4 in blanket of sheer garment above her snatch. Every other in of her delectably fleshy midsection lay receptive like a well laid out feast. Binu's head was buried in her full bosom, his nose digging 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 petting and navel kissing, Manya was never subjected to any sexual usurpation. At least not from Binu. But looking at them lying in close union, Deen felt that familiar tug in his breakwater. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their plain peace and calm air. His horny Mom, after her torrid fuck had shifted gear and was lying semi nude in her 12 yr old son's sleepy bosom with his head nuzzling her melon vine like knocker, his dick pressed against her crotch and with his legs drawing her wax pelvic girdle into himself in a possessive custody. The pile was beautiful, strangely erotic and spoke of the absolutely physical channels of communication which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to interrupt their bliss, he left the way and house and walked across to his classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weightiness on her lush body. She looked down to see her little son Binu's promontory cradled in her juicy titty and smiled. She ruffled his hair's-breadth and looked further below to see his soused leg embrace around her full moon hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive case clutch of her untried son on her almost au naturel eubstance, she wriggled her coxa slightly and wondered as to why her hubby didn't show this storey of physical proximity. Slowly she moved Binu's leg away and tried to wax. She felt Binu's coat of arms encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up. She found him very cute, even though his hired hand encircled her gloomy abdomen, just a few inches above her bush. She looked down to notice that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her bush with her entire body above and below fully exposed. A rush shot through her lusty consistence as the naughty, exhibitionistic side of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's oscitant grasp, she moved out of the bed into the bathroom. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a tremor of release all over her physical structure. She reached out for the hand cascade to wash her insides after peeing, but suddenly for some intellect, she placed the hand rain shower back and allowed herself to continue unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remnants of her mind blowing two sleep with episode later that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to visit his friend Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to bring his daily evening cricket. She hoped Deen would make grow an stake in athletics like Prem and build up his form too. Manya wished her sons were also sylphlike, strong and well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making coffee the horny lady of the house smacked her lip and looked at herself. Her wearing apparel were still crumpled and her hair quite disheveled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip off-white since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the sari developed wrinkles, giving those cheeks a well fondled KO'd appearance. Manya's ass ball twitched at the much thought. The grocer's caressing had been carnal and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but insistent squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting zilch in return, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's female friends openly admired her ass and even made their jealousy obvious. They said it was spare wide-cut, jiggly and could drive a saint to intimate madness with their high cost increase bouncing. She tended to agree with them. Her buttocks did flame out disproportionately from her rather plentiful hips and what made the ass more prominent was her farsighted and flawless waistline. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unequalled gift. Her shank and ass fed off each other's aura. Manya felt rather proud of her rear asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the onlooker's eye through her belly and rose hip. And she did that with a vengeance. She was a fine spell of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

midway through her coffee tree fashioning she heard the doorbell ring again. Feeling no apparent threat to her under dressed appearance since hubby was due only after half past six, she shifted her curvy physical structure across to answer the door, with her provide mitt again fingering her pussy pitcher's mound up to the last sec. On opening the door she saw her Cousin Dan's immense figure with the arrogant expression. 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 wealthiness but he did not acquire class along with his wealth. Now years later, with her new see enchantment for crudity, the same Dan began to take care quite appealing and desirable. Dan's optic swept over her sexily attired cast and rested right between her thighs. His eyes practically bore into that sarcoid junction, 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 secret of his craving. extra time Manya simply stopped resisting his advances and began to pass on in - discretely to get down with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a comport hug, his massive subdivision enveloping her consistence fully. She could feel her big chest getting crushed against his blanket dresser and her excited body started giving in. Suddenly she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for her, Dan had the gumption to withdraw, but even he could feel a dispute in her organic structure olfactory property. Not only was Manya's body riper since his last visit, but she felt and smelled different. But he liked the deviation. Within ten minutes Binu entered the room in his cricket appurtenance and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visits were always surprise visits and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive talent and goody. After coffee bean, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The mo the door clicked shut, Manya felt a stiff pair of hands dragging her backwards in a half mauling and half grabbing hold. It was a conversant grip and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six calendar month gap, his pent up lecherousness for his aphrodisiac cousin explosion out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her pelvis. It lay in a heap on the base and Dan stared at the ripe and sexy body of his lovely cousin-german. Her massive tail end, her generous hip joint and the boilersuit flesh feast which seemed to be aching for his heated touch proved too much for him and he simply hurried her into the bedroom and made her lie on her back, right on her marital bed. Manya's thighs spread in automatonlike response and she reached out to remove Dan's trouser. They were down in a jiffy and Dan wasted no metre in placing his rigid 8 in dick at the entrance of his cousin's hot pussy. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delightful entry. The thrusts began in a steady momentum, with their missional trend carnal knowledge enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's luxuria aroused, beautiful face. He simply adored his sexy cousin-german and hated it when she married her wimp of a hubby. That frail, pot bellied drunkard was a earthy mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The sentiment made his already lineage engorged shaft throb in promote foreplay and he thrust deeper into her ever willing slit, reaching depths that were not reached in a farsighted, prospicient time. There was no talk of the town between the two. Their bodies met and their eyes also met in the path of this searing union. Her fount shifted to dissimilar degree of luxuria in tune with his steadily pistoning peter, while his nerve got barbarian and wilder, as if a cage in tiger had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated consistency to higher degree 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 slit in lengthy jet of manly seed. Like he always did, he mashed her chest in frenzy during interjection and that brought even Manya to an explosive climax with the three-fold triggers ignited. Gasping and feeling her pussy spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her cunt still exerted move back imperativeness on his slowly deflating dick until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving long and deep kisses all over her sweat covered face. Manya suddenly felt a shudder as his hands came off her chest, releasing his vice like handgrip on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they always acted on starting time peck whenever he came home. No words were spoken. It was simple, plain pumping and speech would travel along 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 potable with Desh.

With the flurry of the starting time fuck with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously yucky delectation all over her consistence. It was the 3rd fourth dimension she got be intimate that day and what she loved most was that all succus were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a peach enriching glow on an otherwise equanimity and fairly 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 burnt umber to warm up up, her helping hand again drifted towards her just fucked pussy. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the juice variety in her pussy to spread all over her delicate finger. She loved the smell of her pussy when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the simply time she tried to make Desh eat her pussy by spreading honey all over her nether region and dragging his head into her crotch. Quite to her surprise and alarm, Desh had recoiled and snarled at her, calling her a degenerate. She didn't try it again, not with her husband at least.

As she was pouring the coffee into two loving cup, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully bare. She gave him a puckish grin when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's eyes once again focused straight on her brazen backside and this sentence certain tenderheartedness overcame him as he reached down to softly knead and cup it.

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

He kneaded her magnificent, heavy rear for nearly a minute, kissing her earlobe while doing so. Manya loved being held from behind. Her whole consistence responded to rise caresses and rear opening almost naturally. Maybe that was one reason why she found it difficult to ward off Binu's continuous assault on her ass. That was one zone she had no control condition over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's cock slowly public press against her naked asscheeks. A pounding began all over her physical structure, which gained in vividness 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 coney would calculate for its kettle of fish. Manya was wet in no time again. It was her twat dribble that drew his hard again cock towards it like a human body magnet. Suddenly cock met cunt and the humping began. Dan's paw now fully cupped a bent Manya's breasts while his steely dick carried off from where it left her steamy twat a slight while ago. His pipe organ stroked deeper and deeper into the horny mother's pussy, making her head bounce off the board with each stroke. The penetration was much deep due to the bent stance and the thrusts were longer due to the first surge of lust having already been extinguished during their first fuck. It was a foresightful, slower and more delicious mating, but absolutely physical in nature. It was the pairing of two organic structure that were custom designed for fucking each other. His six ft blanket frame mounting her five foot seven inch of adulterous voluptuousness. The adultery added to the heat of their passion and the heat of their copulation made the kitchen tabulate shake vigorously. Sounds of their tawdry fucking mingled with the sounds of Ellen Price Wood trembling.

It was initially the sound of wood that made Deen discard the main door and walk around the theater to the kitchen to see if there was any trouble. As he approached, he could also hear the flashy oink of a man and the continuous moan of a cleaning lady. He could make out the moan 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 Church Father fucked his mom during tardy afternoons even once a month, then she would not own to calculate at alternative cock in biography, he reasoned. Having eliminated that option, he peered through the kitchen window and was greeted by the most stimulate heap of his life.

His butt end naked mother was bent-grass over the kitchen tabular array with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick tool in and out of her sloppy slit like a political machine. His aroused female parent was gasping and moaning with every hard virgule Dan gave into her lewdly presented snatch. knack like a bitch, she was taking it from behind and screaming her lusty favourable reception every time a thrust found its prey. The sounds were spongy with intermittent slap reverberating through the kitchen each time Dan's testis slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood transfixed again with his mitt taking its inevitable path to his tool bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing fellow member. With every stroking of Dan into Manya's wetly receptive twat, her son stroked his hawkshaw, matching Dan cerebrovascular accident for cam stroke. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his mother's lust. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's candy face, marveling at the sexual energy it carried.

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

Dan and Deen came together, the previous into the loose kitty-cat of Deen's mother and the latter into thin air, with just one drop getting splattered on the kitchen window pane. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit sight he had been witness to, trying to absorb the day's events. Two different guys had fucked his beautiful, sexy mother and both clock time she took it like a beef, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to give the adulterous couplet five minutes before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A bingle day, Deen had witnessed the utter depravity of his beautiful loving female parent and the more he recollected the day's result, the more obsessed he became with his mother's gender, but more in a voyeuristic way. The blood line surged in his dick at the thought of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The mickle of her pink, throbbing kitty getting a hammering in the most degrading position filled his mind with the purest emotions of empathy for a woman of the house in pauperism. He began to pertain to her more and more and even thought that he may like to facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her cognition so that he could watch and racket in the absolutely awesome way in which she received hard cock.

With these view floating in his mind, he rang the doorbell. Manya opened the doorway herself and gave him a remarkably wise smile. His eyes took in her concupiscent form which looked even more voluptuous than ever before. Her grimace was lustrous than when he left her and her walk was a lot work-shy and provocative. Her slower steps imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to her wide and fleshy hips, which were rather inadequately covered again by the like sheer blue sky saree, which had the privilege of hugging her full, well fucked organic structure through different point of her lawlessly extra intimate day today. He could ingest bid a million buck to possess that sari after she ultimately discarded it today. A life-time of jerking off was contained in the perfume of that sexy 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 contiguous sympathizer and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued form Deen kept caressing his cock until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the sustenance elbow room lounge to recognize his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the bedchamber and followed her with his optic until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two pairs of heart went straight towards her hip. Deen saw that she had put on her Edward White petticoat under the blue saree and immediately understood that it was time for his Dad to arrive. The saree however was still well below her rich umbilicus and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally have a bath and cleanse herself of the signs of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in less than XXX minutes and acknowledged Dan's presence with a cursory how-do-you-do. In a near demure way, Manya served snacks and coffee bean for all. Only Deen could feel her inner nefariousness and he loved her for feeling that way. That naughtiness was going to be the source of his titillating living.

In to a lesser extent than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottle of Scotch whiskey brought by Dan. Desh drank at duple the footstep of Dan and Dan made no attempt to cope with the alcoholic Desh. Instead his feel always traveled towards Manya's ass and breasts whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his way to analyze but kept peeping into the aliveness room where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the minute. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to trammel his deglutition and Dan nodded, winking at the Lapp time. His sidekick Binu also entered the theater and a quick dinner followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not call for to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual rally were conducted with total consensus and apprehension and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to slumber. Though drunk, Desh hugged his wife and asked her to derive to the bedroom, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An hour later, he heard a rustle and peered from one corner of his bed sheet towards where his parents slept, ensuring that he did not move. Desh was in a randy mood and he had already stripped the clothes off his sexy wife. Manya's bonnie and throbbing body glistened in the partial wickedness as her sottish hubby began pawing her breasts roughly with both his handwriting, after positioning himself above her lie in material body. Manya surrendered with some degree of first moment. Deen could make out his mother's naked halo in the semitrailer darkness and deep sucking sound of his Dad suckling his mother's full breasts like a child could also be heard. Manya's moans were more out of discomfort than arousal and Deen could establish that out in a instant. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw it. Desh didn't bother to ascertain whether his son was asleep and Manya of line was totally unconcerned either way. In LE than a minute after some hurried foreplay, Desh mounted his naked wife with his son peering in peculiarity just a few feet away from them. Deen couldn't make out the dimensions of his father's dick, but he saw him try out some emphatic move which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his highly-sexed Mom had just begun to moan in arousal. It was all over in a arcminute. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife quivering in defeated nakedness. Manya continued to lie naked on her back, hired hand buried deeply into her dripping snatch and she may experience thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not take been more arouse and active to the needs of his beautiful mother. However he had to simply keep on watching and stroking his dick while his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her check mark on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's events. She strode right out of the room in slow deliberate steps, stark naked and without a care in the world. Her broad coxa and sarcoid keister were silhouetted erotically in the superfluous dim spark while her naked breasts shone in brilliancy every prison term some reflected illuminate from the open window bounced off them. She was a mantrap in distress and she happened to be his own mother. The beauty was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her hubby's limp dick could only oversee to stoke her luxuria flack. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her lush, naked systema skeletale disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin to come. An hour later, Manya stumbled into the bedroom and Deen watched his well fucked mom sideslip naked right under the bed rag. What a day it had been for the aroused housewife. And she slept with her hand still caressing her pussy mound and remained in that au naturel, curling posture until she awoke.

Manya awoke firstly next morn and started it as usual with her morning flash for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the chief doorway dressed just in the same blue transparent saree without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five twelvemonth old stud milkman was caught unawares by this wanton display. Her naked pinhead showed clearly in all their glory and her ass was skillful than fully naked. It was just a flimsy, sheer opus of fabric pretending to cover her red-hot consistence and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the milk and turned around to break the awesome glory of her full ass to the world of one full minute. Rising, she closed the room access and made her way to the kitchen to get down coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that single saree on her wellspring ravished organic structure. Dan had fucked his horny cousin in every conceivable carriage the previous night and together they came at least five times. It would have been a day of endurance contest fucking for any early adult female, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit heavy in the hip as if some surplusage lust still lingered in that fountainhead stacked body. She suddenly heard a soft rap on the kitchen windowpane and looked up to see the milkman's youth and cheerful face. He had a packet of milk in his manpower and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the threshold. Surprised that he chose the backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen room access and reached out to take the packet. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this fall, the rivet tried to hold the falling Lady and he held out both his medallion, in the unconscious process ending up with both her full, almost naked breasts in his hands. Manya felt dash of electricity shoot through her nipples as he straightened her. His mitt were still on her heaving boobs and he made no sweat to remove them. Manya too did not say a tidings but stood still, allowing the moment to need over. There she stood, naked for all intent, a horny housewife early in the morning, getting felt up by her milkman. The macho-man's hands began to knead and squeeze slowly, bringing life into those hill and Wave of joy into Manya's lust triggered body. The saree was fighting a losing battle and slowly fell right off her shoulders, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an in above her scrub, which was clearly visible through the treacherous blue saree. Manya stood still as the youth kept one hand in caressing motion on her left boob while he ran the right wing one all over her waist, rosehip, and belly and poked into her navel. His strong digit reignited Manya's lecherousness and she responded by holding his head in her manus and bringing it down for a hot, yearn and tongue tying buss. His youthful passion and the mischief of the early on morning breeze on her glowing skin may have forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The young milkman understood the gentlewoman's state and without any further holdup, he placed the aroused, almost nude lady of the house on the doorstep of her kitchen with her head inside, leaving her fleshy, glorious and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her knee joint kneeling outside the door. The scantling placed himself right behind her soaker ass and gave some readying credit crunch to those quivering ball o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the view brought about the torpid lust in her like no other strength. She rotated her ass provocatively like a bitch in heat and almost mewled in stimulation as his strong, young hawkshaw began examining its entry route into that seething cunt. A sudden thrust ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its speed and vigor. Then thrust after thrust followed at lightning swiftness, almost consanguineal to a dog mating its beef in the pinnacle of the pairing season. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her hips and his hands reached out to maul her swinging boobs with the zip of an jock. It was the kind of knocker mauling she craved for. It was the sort of fucking she loved most. She was ready to surrender her soul for this quality of fucking. Her drive stifling of her screams aim his passion to further meridian as the peril of getting observed in this outrageously spottable billet lent a licentious thrill to both and more so in Manya's case. She continued to enjoy the furiously paced ramming this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his travelling bag and her booby felt like they would get charge apart from her juicy body. But deep within, her loins, pussy bud and rampart screamed in delight at this special buffeting in the special place, right on the doorstep.

Her audio were only too associate 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 give decided to take her long postponed bathing tub. Seeing even the bathroom empty, he followed the phone that he began to see and walk right into the kitchen. The animalistic fucking of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not storm him, but the doggie mode adopted yet again and the bitch like consistence linguistic communication of his well stacked Mom during her licentious involvement stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising luxuria from behind the refrigerator as his adorable mother gave herself to this stranger like a wanton squawk in the wee hours of the aurora. The scantling shot his load, Manya screamed her way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own groan as he shot a huge shipment of sperm onto the refrigerator English. He saw the milkman put his hawkshaw away even as his well fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare flooring out-of-doors, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorstep supported her sexy waist as she lay spread-eagled, breathing heavily from the elbow grease. Her typeface wore a smile of expiation and lying in hat mannerism, with the flimsy saree still bunched up around her articulatio coxae, she looked a genuine slut. Deen found this slut look in his mother as being ethereal and closer to nature and truth.

He left the kitchen in a hurriedness when he saw her attempting to get up. He rushed into the bathroom, knowing that he might be denying his semen filled mother a hazard at the loo. He brought his cock out again and pumped its hardness, recollecting the first light's depravity. He kept jerking off, the double of his mother's near nude form lying on the kitchen verge, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.

Mother Manya on the early hand rose and steadied herself by holding the threshold. She kept the sari bunched around her hips with her left hand holding the garment around her crotch expanse. She looked a ravishing plenty as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big form of Dan.

"I knew you would be about betimes ”, whispered Dan, holding her au naturel articulatio humeri and not even questioning her on her state of undress.

"Oh Dan,"whimpered Manya meekly as she allowed him to view as her by her naked waist and lead-in him over to the dining board. His hand slipped down in the mouth to hold her by the asscheeks and the dampness there certainly took him by surprise.

Manya simply allowed Dan to carry on leading her till they reached the dining table. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her total ass and laid her, back down on the table. Manya let him recline her head and back while he had her thighs and pegleg stretched out of the tabular array. He drew her shapely thighs around his pelvis and tugged her saree away, divesting himself of his trunks in the process. Manya was nude and outstretched now, her voluptuous ass resting on the edge of the dining table, with her cousin's dick already testing her kitty-cat ingress. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the hips, and continued to remain wordless as he lifted her peg and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their consistency so close to each other that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this place ?"

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

"Just screw me now darling cousin. We'll talk later,"whispered the ever lusty housewife.

In that intimate position, the two of them had a long, leisurely fuck, driven by some confidence that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious place. They fucked and fucked, for ten long minutes with his hired hand squeezing and un squeezing her charged up pelvic arch and his palms occasionally rising to cup and knead her trembling chest. They looked great together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual waving, beads of fret decorating both their faces. The beast bent to kiss his smasher for one endure time that day. The ravisher accepted his post ravishment kiss with smiling amorousness. Five mo later she detached herself from his clasp, letting her wooden leg pearl down but still spread them lewdly on the mesa. Dan bent grass and placed a hanker, lingering kiss, right on her pussy, making her pant and moan all over again.

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

Chapter 7

Manya's good morning had got off to a rousing beginning with two superlative bouts of sex. One was grueling and dissolute with a young stud, while the other was a gradual, mutually seeking love making session with her cousin. The delicacy of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zone, which was her coxa and ass package. The entire wad of human body was damp from lather and semen. Her genitalia and inner second joint were completely unenviable and an goo way had formed right down to her knee. Her pussy had been pulverized since the previous dawning by four dissimilar men and she was feeling full down there as if it were a deposit of sperm, of the dry, tractor trailer dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all kind. The well-endowed mother of two sons felt deliciously juicy all over and her body ached More out of pleasurable whim rather than any fatigue. Two explosive fucks in half an hour between tail to six and twenty-five percent past six in the morning was a dreaming for any XXX six year old charwoman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply corneous as Manya.

She heard no audible strait of movement in the mansion former than Dan in his bathroom and he would leave any minute now for his flight. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her pussy, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to debase after load of semen sedimentation. She began to like this stickiness because it made her finger very sexy and did not permit her to take her thinker off sex. Of latterly she hated to think of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must clean up for the new day. Lying raw on her dining tabular array with a somewhat fill lambency all over her trunk, she kept smiling to herself with her hand around her pussy pitcher, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to have it the most. Her celebrated gentle saree was lying on a chair next to the table and her eyes fell on it. That brought her out of her oneirism and suddenly the tally lewdness of her exhibit res publica struck her. Rising, but still retaining her good hired hand on her twat mound, she picked up her saree and threw as a great deal of it around her as possible without any wearing pattern, almost like she was throwing a bed piece of paper around herself. But this being a lot more gauze-like than a bed sheet, her to the full and glowing body still stood magnificently revealed. Her fountainhead molded and well caressed white meat jiggled with every sexy step she took towards her bedroom. Her walk was sheer titillating poetry in motion and befitted the brush of a skipper artist. Her body was more or less covered but the regardless way in which she draped the saree left her full creamy back opened right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitors or viewers at that sentence. Two of the visitant had already fucked her one-half way to heaven. But she was wrong about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth jerk off in the toilet and came out of the lavatory and prepared to go to his elbow room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't bother to disturb his snoring father. He looked at him and felt almost sorry for him. He felt sorry for his female parent too, but there was a conceptual shift key in his sentiment in each case. He tiptoed out of the room rather casually but stooped abruptly in his tracks just one step out of the doorway. What he saw in the living elbow room shocked the senses out of him. His lovely Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman early that morning was bidding farewell to her cousin and his uncle. It was the method of farewell that was unparalleled for his teenaged heart. They were both at the independent door and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping her brass fully and lavishing her cheeks and center with long wet kisses. Manya kept purring and returning his candy kiss with her very own juicy one. Hiding behind the drape, Deen peeped at the licentious yoke with a pounding heart. His female parent's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most ludicrous fashion, concealing her in voice and revealing her in other parts. From his angle, he could make out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's script crept up his mother's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a near amorous way. Her cheek was still on his cheek in a sybaritic, foresighted spit geographic expedition, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's pecker to yet another state of right-down severity. Something similar must have happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her knee, the action causing her sari to fall right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in presence of Dan at their briny door, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mumble something as his horny mother quickly brought out his cock and gulped it with a greedy moan. For the next few minutes Dan only kept stroking his bursting dick as he watched his mother's brain bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's cock. Her crusade gathered hurrying and his stroke followed suit. Deen suddenly looked back in alarum at his sleeping Church Father when he heard a oink from him. Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the cheating good deal in the livelihood room, only to see his Mom's head going up and down at wild swiftness and his uncle's work force clutching her tomentum and head in a strong, passionate grip. The whole mountain was supremely erotic right up to the mo of Dan's huge discharge. Deen saw the gradual slowing of Manya's headland over his uncle's tool accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's traction on his female parent's lovely bootleg haired head word. The grasp was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, au naturel first cousin to her infantry and looked at her cheek which was well covered with his cum. Her sass, lips, nose and cheeks were coated thickly with his seminal fluid and she looked fondly into his eyes. Some spirt had also landed on her beautiful long hair above her os frontale. Their sass met again for yet another oceanic abyss kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trouser and secured his belt mumbling out a dependable bye during the osculation. Very unwillingly Dan opened the main doorway to leave, but after unfastening the door door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin for one last passionate kiss. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude female parent at the half open air doorway. The sight made him sway hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would enter the home. The final kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully naked housewife lasted one full minute before the almost open independent room access. It was broken only by the speech sound of a car emerging out of the neighbor's theatre. Manya shut the room access on her first cousin hurriedly and grabbed her sari in the Lapplander motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in warning device. Seeing the sign of the zodiac rather quiet, she sighed in reliever and purposefully made her way to the sleeping room with the idea of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her intention and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the can and locked himself in. A few instant later he pretended to flush the toilet and walked out of the lav 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 of paper. The bed sheet covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her optic were closed and she was huddled up under the sheet very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping consistency as was apparent from the outline she made. Deen saw her profane saree lying on the story beside the bed. He got a scratch when he realized that his mom was naked under the covers and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained organic structure around his sleeping father and had already begun to snooze. The vision was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful mother's wiliness and sheer abandonment. She knew that her son would emerge from the bath but didn't concern. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin a delicious, wholesome blowjob early in the morning followed by redundant passionate farewell candy kiss in bare abandon before a half open briny door. If it wasn't for the sound of the car, they might induce grabbed another riotous fuck, felt Deen. By now he had come to expect the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could take been the afterglow of two resounding fucks and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep for a full hour, cuddling her naked, well used consistency up to her heavy sleeping married man. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her hips away from him and looking into his heart. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The salutation surprised her because she was more customary to his snarls and curses. core leaping with a surge of joy, she leaned her head forward to kiss him on his lips. Desh wasn't much of a kisser and Manya had to do all the natural language probing. The normally loath hubby allowed his wife to take aim over, but only for a while. For a fully two hour, Manya licked and sucked her hubby's mouth and natural language, tracing wet lines all over his cheeks too. Desh felt a charge run through his body as he realized that his beautiful married woman tasted strange and unlike. He felt her chest under the tack and encountered their bare glory. He gave a couple of quick squeezes which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to coax an erection out of him starting time matter in the dayspring. He also knew that she liked to sleep raw after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their night's love making. But the moment his wife reached below to cup his balls through his night clothes, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.

"What happened"?, asked Manya. His jumping out of bed had caused the bed sheet to get disarranged from Manya's soaker body and the entire right side of her consistency, from her easy toe upwards, past her sizable thigh, one full white meat and half her neck lay exposed to delicious viewing. Manya didn't make an effort to cover her side fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

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

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

"The fete of colors is damned, we marketing guy wire have no holidays ”, he muttered again irritably.

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

Still lying unused, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her depart deal moved slowly beneath the covers to cup her mound and a slow down, involuntary caress began of her cum rained pussy. She could herself finger the strong odor of her ravished, unwashed body. The odor did not beat back her. If anything she wanted it to linger as long as potential, even on this new day.

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

"Good morning and felicitous Holi to you too dear ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her peril province and still letting her hidden depart hand caress her twat. The abruptness of her son's entry and his participation with the vacation diverted Manya's attending to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As he did every morning, he bent forward to kiss his mother on the impertinence and due to the holiday felicity, his osculation was longer and louder, making a smacking sound on her rosy cheeks. She had massaged her full cousin Dan's cum into her brass and with her son's entire powerful candy kiss on them, she experienced a jerk deep inside her which brought a saucy wave of succus into her pubes and onto her caressing fingerbreadth. Her left hand continued to caress her wet pussy under the covers as she returned Binu's kiss with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some friend's plaza for celebrating and won't be back until of late afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, half seeking her permission. His hand sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his juicy mother's exposed body this English of the screen. His schoolboyish eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and instead of kneading his favorite ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's exposed incline fully and rushed out of the bedroom after another slew on her forehead. Manya was about to say yes to his half request when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearing. Fully embarrassed, she felt the roue course of study through her curvaceous body at a suddenly enhanced stride. She didn't even see it but her hand continued to caress her cunt, as it did, right through the brief conversation with her little son.

Manya went into the toilet naked the moment her husband came out and proceeded to brush her teeth, sitting on the commode seat to pee at the same time. The flow relieved her and as she bent to wash off herself, she reflected for a moment and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd dry wash her pussy and consistency thoroughly after Desh left the theatre when she'd have to a greater extent metre. Stepping out of the lavatory naked she quickly donned her petticoat and took the same blue transparent sari to wear since she'd have to discard it soon before her bath. She chose a white sleeveless low cut blouse and again wore it without a bra since there was not lots time for her tub anyway. Knowing that her hubby and kids 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 forget even before breakfast. Desh normally had his bathtub after his morning time coffee bean and breakfast. Holi celebration began early every prison term since hoi polloi had to end the color and water dunking feast at to the lowest degree by noonday so as to reach their colored and drenched dead body clip to get cleaned up. It was a day when all barriers were broken in esteem of age, relationship and sex. masses mingled and reveled in applying colored pulverisation and dark-skinned water on each early to keep unity and joy. The atmosphere was merry, cheery and very strong-arm too with both men and womanhood drenching each other with colour in urine and also hosing one another with water pipes. remonstration and inhibitions of any form were simply not entertained nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was a day to recrudesce loose and love themselves.

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

The boy continued to ring the Alexander Graham Bell and bang the room access while Desh was in the bathroom. Manya knew them all. They were well behaved scholar and not one of them was above 18 old age of age. Though interaction was not buy at, they were all quite charmed by her and she was reasonably fond of them.

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

Manya was somewhat disport and also worried that they may separate open the door. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bathroom, he was prophylactic from any semblance onslaught. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic boy before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to open the doorway. Her breasts swayed in a sexy nodding apparent movement as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her replete and well rounded shoulder joint and strongly fleshed subdivision. trivial wisps of armpit haircloth flashed exotically whenever she raised those arms. Her fully revealed midriff glowed in all its fairness and her aphrodisiacal navel point opened up and closed with every step of Manya. Her massive asscheeks showed a saucy bounce in keeping with her sprightly step as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like hell breaking loose. The four unseasoned bookman dashed into the way and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in cushion. Salman, the unassailable went decent behind her and hugged her fully from behind in an try to support and tie her work force so that she was immobilized. His cock rubbed against her full asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her manpower firmly against her belly. One of them applied color on Manya's rosy nerve and kept caressing it continuously. The back guy was more strong-growing as he used both his hands to amass people of colour and run them right down Manya's fleshy body right from her neck, over her heave boobs, all over her creamy waist, thighs and even metrical unit. The one caressing Manya's brass shifted his pawing to her funfair and total shoulders and the colouring red covered them too in no time, including her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the sentence, in half joy. Deen continued to watch in shock as the four trespasser pawed and mauled his sonsy mother all over under the pretext of coloration. The one behind her, Salman was having a field day, digging his cock and lower body right into Manya's wide and heavy keister and also bending over her expression to face down so that she didn't free her arms. Not that Manya tried hard. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this onset. Her entire resistance appeared half hearted. The youth applying color on Manya's front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full moon bit, giving him direct gropes of her full boobs over her braless blouse. Manya's nipple shot to erection and the double pressure of the titty mauling and the dick impact on her rear sent state of nature waves of lecherousness all over the soundbox which was so well fucked just a few hours ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands devoid. Nor did he bow out his putz from ramming into her ass every fourth dimension it wriggled during her bm. His nerve was over Manya's neck and Deen could swear that he saw Salman kiss his shaking female parent's lovely neck, not once but many sentence. With his Mom's breasts being squeezed on and off and her diaphragm getting pawed strongly, those few minutes seemed like a mightily dream for Deen. He noticed the middle mauler getting spear carrier strong with his squeezing and suddenly all the action caused the top half of her sheer sari to fall off. There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother, getting felt and pressed in a United States Department of State of articulated lorry nakedness displaying her breasts and belly to four horny youths who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to swoop on their wet dreaming aunty. When the saree fell off to reveal her boob almost fully through the onionskin, sleeveless blouse, the guy in front took a daring stone's throw. He dipped his hired hand in wet color and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering breasts, fully caressing their cups and squeezing them in suddenly flare-up so that it didn't spirit deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her nude and red waistline, Manya was all but gone. Her mind blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from arse and even felt his hot breath and wet kisses around her cervix and ear lobe. She let the other guy let his moments with her breasts and belly, letting them squeeze play and maul the creamy bender. In that Department of State of delirium she didn't even notice the feeling of fire electric shock on her son's face. She had almost turned limp when the conclusion spring chicken who was standing with a pail of piddle poured it right over Manya's head, drenching her from head to toe. It was a sight so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their data track to gape and admire the absolute sex of this beautiful fair sex. Fully wet, she looked like a lustfulness goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a manner which revealed the bend and fleshy spots of her consistency in to the full resplendency. 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 juicy Mom opened the room access deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the nonesuch chance. It all took two arcminute but the effect on Deen was a lifelong source of jerk off material. He was itching to run into the bathroom for it but decided to await until his sexy female parent at least adjust her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all good bye in her wet and exposed glory. Again Deen could swear that Salman had managed a quick osculation on her lips before he left .