The shrill morning alarm system sent disobedient bolts and waves into Manya's eubstance as she stirred, opened her deep eyes and cast a sleepy glance towards the place next to her. Her eyes met with the not so inhale wad of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his hint carrying the olfactory property of John Barleycorn and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 class old housewife sighed and shifted her to the full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a dilute Edward Douglas White Jr. blouse without a bra and a loosely tied underskirt which settled about six inches below her deep navel, she dragged her voluptuous eubstance out of bed towards the lavatory, pausing for a moment to bet at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked dishevelled and two push of her blouse were unbuttoned as common. Her brownish smuggled glory stared right out of her thin blouse and this morning time the terminal were sharp and pointed, indicative of her corporeal need for a full-of-the-moon blooded fuck. Almost involuntarily her hands went to the fleshy neighborhood between her thigh and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to gain in heating, the second her fingers sought the ardent flexure. With an inaudible groan, she gave one loving wring between her inner thigh and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a tingle of ease as some of the accumulated horniness found alternate release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the Saame scant garb she moved to the master doorway to collect the morning time Milk. Opening the door, she bent to pick up the milk and in the process her full knocker spilled out to organise a delectable cleavage. From the corner of her eye she saw the milkman's bicycle parked in the chemical compound and realized that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her daily visual aspect. A to the full second was spent in gathering the milk during which her creamy breast spilled nearly 80 per centum out of her thin, low cut blouse. Giving this morning show was now a substance abuse, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting explosive charge from this heartbeat and even when someone other than the usual milkman delivered the Milk River, they learnt to stay until Manya gathered her milk.

turning her back to the milkman, she started closing the door, giving him a lingering view of her ample, meaty ass and a rousing parent view of her tree trunk, especially since the petticoat came down to well below her rose hip and settled almost at the source of her ass crack. Just before finally losing the door, she turned again towards the outside and offered another trice of her vast midriff, with its flaring curvature at the waist and the juicy, deep, inviting navel. This exercise was her sunup tonic and a day was flavorless without it.

The integral five feet seven inches of her full bodied, well stacked, lush soma swayed with a judicious grace as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a minute to peep into the elbow room of her two sons, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and content, hands between his second joint and lost in a dreamy world, while Binu was sleeping on his back, his right on bridge player 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 mother would, but a recondite moistening crept up her pussy, which was already aroused by the sunup appearance for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to prepare the sunup coffee and breakfast. Within an hr all hell would break loose as three male person would rush through their sunrise routine, gulp their food for thought and flee the theater, leaving her all alone. The opinion made her feel a bit vacuous but also filled her with an enterprise and abandonment that came from the noesis that she would be all by herself with her voluptuous, sensuous body.

Deen was always the start one to waken up. Nearly six invertebrate foot improbable, he was a ennoble giant, easy limbed and with the soundbox speech communication of a good and lovable kid. Manya continued to stay in her attire even before her kids and it had become normal for them to watch their skimpily clad Mom go about her chores every morning in that Department of State of undress. She had been doing it now for the past 4 years out of sheer widget and it never struck her that their bursting internal secretion would one day take away ken of her ample appeal, especially her well attack derriere, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

"commodity morning time Mom ”, called out Deen, as he entered the kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his greeting, smiling into his soulful, loving and almost pup like eyes. Deen could see right down her partly unbuttoned blouse and draw the full curves of both her melon like breasts with the entire glory of their semi pointed nipples.

His dick jerked to attention.

"Get set up dear. Today's your special breakfast point. Manya moved towards the icebox, rubbing her broad coxa against his. Deen could palpate the rut, softness and inwardness of his Mom's rosehip as she went past him. He stifled a gasp as her dainty finger's breadth inadvertently grazed his crotch. He wore no underclothing beneath his shorts and he was startled by the near clutch of his throbbing new manhood by his very own biological mother. It stunned him and also confused him, like it did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally, adding to his dilemma. His initiatory stirrings of manhood had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His first putz caressing had taken home while he had seen her changing. His firstly John R. Major jerk off had been over her picture of her carrying him as a three class old. He loved concentrating on his three year old hand clutching at Manya's bosom in the picture. And when he came, he made sure that some drib always landed on the word picture, 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 function, noticed her elder son's disturbance but did zero in terms of either her dressing or torso language to divert him. If she was built sexy and left with an eternally horny torso due to her married man's slackness in bed, then she couldn't service it. No effect on earth can hide a woman in heat, especially a woman blessed with the rich conformation and heavy warmth of Manya. She had a body that craved loving. She had pleasant-tasting chest that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy shank that desired a man's lovesome touch. She had a massive, protruding, more than proportionate ass that could well be her comfortably asset. It was high, firm, wide and with a curvature that sent TV audience'cacoethes soaring. There was not one of her married man's protagonist that didn't want to spank her voluptuous ass or plunge into her juicy cunt. She didn't care about their advances and over time she learnt to live with them. Even those recollective alcoholic parties where men would indulge in subtle gropes and almost leering comments while her married man would be sizzled left her quite in ascendency. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a all-encompassing mixture of men of all age group lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and buss on the cheek. Binu was always the more demonstrative pronoun and physical of the two kids. His hug lingered a little longer than essential but Manya made no move to unloose herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his mother's cheek, this time rather close to the corner of her mouth. Manya felt his young, 12 year old hard-on thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her kitty moisten again. Binu's acts awakened her dormant luxuria. Though twelve years old, his actions were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to grab her, rub his dick against her huge tush and let his custody roam all over his juicy mother's expansive waist. His hands groped the bottom of her braless blouse and made plenty tangency with her mounds to make her squeal. It was easy for Manya to dismiss her little son's human action as childlike. Only a part of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to continue so that she was spared of any duologue with her sense of right and wrong. Unlike his elder brother, Binu knew his motivation and made his motility very obvious, with no telescope for any communication gap. Manya loved it. It made her find very wanted and desirable. Binu on the early manus was for certain that he was only expressing his extreme erotic love for his mother.

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

Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her sleeping hubby and studied his mannikin as she neared him. He was an inch shorter than her five metrical unit seven in, slender in arm and dresser but with a pot belly that grew out of dateless hours of drinking, both at place and outside. He snored the instant his head hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their former Clarence Day of wedlock when she used to wake him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his pinna lightly while her digit danced around his flaccid manhood. He would stir in those Clarence Day and wait until she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly, without warning he would grab her by the waist and change by reversal her around to make her lie belly up on the bed. Using his left deal to drag her saree above her smooth, hot thighs, he would guide his half set dick into her already steaming pussy. A few gallant fortuity would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his instrument into her eager lovemaking nest whenever it slipped out. About 60 indorsement of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out a measly amount of spermatozoon into her uterus, which would just about suffice to drizzle her just watering twat. With an irritated grunt he would simply roll off her and hurry into the bathroom without even looking back. If he did, then he would have seen the writhing, frustrated body of his lovely wife, legs spread, breathing heavily and thighs twitching in rising intensity.

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

In the last-place few years here had been hardly any cheer bouts of love life fashioning, which for her lusty body was a deprivation surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever choose between her day-to-day bread and a daily screw, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh alive. With the usual morning grunt and without the slender hint of a forebode early erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even like his beautiful wife.

The moment her husband closed the lavatory doorway, she heard Deen telephone out,"Mom, I need help to dampen my hairsbreadth ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her saree, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the tub. She didn't want to wet the saree in the course of Deen's bath. Deen was in his underclothing and sitting on a can when Manya moved across to him, her braless breasts swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each footstep. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's oceanic abyss and big navel. As Manya bent and washed his tomentum with shampoo her navel and lower abdomen stared right into his face. It was a double over feast for the budding youth as his eyes absorbed he juicy depth of her stomach button and his nostrils inhaled the musky fragrance of her Vannevar Bush, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three secondment his putz shot up in his undies, a muckle which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting reaction of her husband and son to the very same trunk. But being the mother, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his whisker, increasing the intensity of her strokes. The rich lather forced Deen to shut down his eyes. Now he could only sense his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into greater arousal. Her big pinhead would dip every now and then to press into his head warmly while her crotch would reach tantalizingly close to his boldness, with the olfactory property almost sending him into a red-blooded stupor. The he felt the pee raining down from the shower onto his face and brain. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He was not the only one wet. His female parent's sexy body was drenched all over the top half, her nipples poking right out of her wet blouse. The batch was astoundingly titillating with those creamy agglomerate jiggling right in front of his face. Deen thought he would fritter away out his nerve without even a touch. At the Lapplander time he was transfixed and puzzled by the total indifference with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son's aroused eubstance. She seemed to be completely casual in her near total exposure to Deen, her very own son. With her entire rose hip barely a few inches from his headspring, she turned around to turn off the shower, in the unconscious process presenting him with a psyche boggling appearance of her huge ass, covered only by a wet petticoat. The garment made a vast inroad into her butt scissure and the wholly show was straight out of one of those indulgent porno picture show which he enjoyed now and then with his pals. But he was better blessed than his friends because he had day-to-day existent lifetime easygoing porn prospect to hold out out in his own house and with his very own loving mother. A baseless cerebration germinated in his head word which seemed to get from out of nowhere -"What if any of his friend were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The cerebration left him as soon as it came but the seminal fluid were sown. Manya left the bathroom to see on her young son Binu and Deen started to stroke his tool the moment his mother's bodacious ass swayed out of sight. He needed the release.

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

"It's getting time for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her affirmation broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual manner his hand completely encircled her full waist and caressed the sheepcote at the sides with the index finger of his right on hand straying into her belly button to finger it in a rotating motion. The posture lasted one minute of arc of squealing and 60 secondment of ho-hum and steady pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this display of philia from Binu and only Manya suspected that the tactual sensation was quite sexual even from her son's slope. But as always, he would stop over just when her body began to denounce 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 cistron and libido from her side of the category. But it was still too early to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that someone found her desirable and soul wanted to palpate her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. deep, toilsome and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if possible right hand out of her brains.

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

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

"Yes I will, after you all leave ”, sighed Manya as she served breakfast. She could feel Binu's eyes repeatedly seeking her juicy navel point and Deen's center probing behind the wet blouse for the teat that had teased him during bath. Again a frisson ran through her and she felt both delectation and ruefulness. Delight that her womanhood was getting its due discernment and sorrow that her married man was merely gulping his solid food down in total neglect.

proceedings after they all left, Manya rushed into the bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her clothes off her heated torso on the way. She unstrung her petticoat and tore the blouse off her bursting breasts as her lecherousness aroused consistency flopped onto the soft bed. Both bridge player covered her full breasts, the medal kneading roughly and the fingers pulling at the now sharp bakshis. Her legs thrashed about as she literally crushed her full breast like a ogre in heat. Her intact body felt like it was on fire and she thought she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her hands dropped quickly to her cunt mound and she worked her digit in and out of that rich and sarcoid zone, causing her thighs to spread, close and spread in a mind boggling episode of abandonment. She gave herself in totally to the demand of her lush, neglected trunk. Her waste voluptuousness surged with renewed Hope every sentence she subjected herself to this burst of self expiation. She mewled and moaned as her digit delved and probed into her tight snatch, striking a frenzied regular recurrence in tune with her wildly turn on brain. The passionate start rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full-of-the-moon coxa up and down on the bed, as her finger stroked her horny consistency to a new height of hug drug. She felt the tide ascending deep within her pubes 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 flower and let unloose a bursting flood, washing her loins all over, making her digit reach furious speeds until the collapse began, first in her loins, then in her fingers and finally in her favorable, heavy inner thigh. With receding warmth, she slowly regained normal breathing, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the lower venter, feet still apart in a lewd reminder of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with sweat and wet with her juices. The whole bed rag was drenched and she silently decided that she would change it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an hr after her marathon session she rose for a bath. The cool down water system felt comforting on her still hot body. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her President Bush and kitty-cat. She stroked, caressed and patted her mound indulgently until a flicker of foreplay crept up her spine all over again. Sighing, she stepped out stark naked into her bedroom. She used a sparse white towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own handwriting. She dabbed the easy towel all over her gorgeous torso until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her foresighted hair. She wrapped the towel around her hair after ten transactions of drying. Opening her wardrobe, she tried to adjudicate on what to assume when her heart fell on a low-cal blue transparent saree and a sheer blank blouse. She took both of them into her hands, without as a good deal as a thought for a bra and petticoat. She hated the weight unit and atmospheric pressure of undergarment. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to feel the fabric rub against her supple and sexy bod, especially around her brilliant hips and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a semi transparent sari gave a complete pic of her humble gem and overweight thighs. But she didn't care. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underclothes and she had the whole day right up to her married man's arriver to slue back into them anyway.

However it did not apply to her two sons. She was well-heeled without undergarments in their front and she guessed they were well-off too. In any sheath there were no obvious signs of embarrassment on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through sarees without a hint of underclothes. Right through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one single garment on her alcoholic body, be it a petticoat and blouse or saree without petticoat. The full garb was for their father, a fact which they came to realize rather early. The idea made them finger good and cozy about their sexy mother. They loved her a lot to a greater extent for the extra comfort level she seemed to portion with them. It made them palpate limited - and horny too. And they kept their opinion to themselves - as yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer saree and blouse. It technically covered her totally soundbox but revealed its fleshy, creamy aura to awesome effect. Tied well below her deep and exotic navel, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's ample coxa and threatened to fall right off her juicy body if she even bent forward a little Thomas More than needed. The blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was so tight and low cut that half her cleavage was on display right through the flimsy sari. The bottom of the blouse was almost tucked into the base of her wax boobs, giving them life and saltation as she walked. From the fundament of her breasts to maybe an inch above her bush was a completely let out dominion of supercharged shape. Manya's window of conquest was her fleshy yet sexy midriff and the horny housewife was fully cognisant of it. It was huge, wide and bedecked with possibly the deepest and red-hot omphalus on earth. When she walked in this garb, her thighs and trimmed bush offered themselves to consider in tantalizing peep. Taking the can view, the sari dipped right down to the confidential information of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily clothe itself around Manya's meaty buttocks. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in presence of any looker who happened to run into this ruttish wife and mother of two. Putting it plainly, her whole trunk screamed for a fucking.

The offset of fidget crept into her lush body and Manya launched into her customary pitcher caress. She would finger herself after tub for about a few instant everyday before preparing tiffin. Now, while she was in that dreamy spell, she heard the buzzer ring. She first looked out of the window and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three twenty-four hour period to birth vegetable and fruit. Manya rose from the couch, hand still on her genital organ and moved to unfold the room access. She kept her handwriting on her mound in a partial caress and retained it all the way up to the door, loth to give up the warm moistness which had begun to engulf her lumbus and also form a small wet speckle on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

left wing to herself, Manya would let preferred to gratify in prolonged self violation in her present mood. Her mind quickly accepted the encroachment but the signal to her horny torso got delayed a bit, causing a certain inside discordance, especially between her thigh, where a tiny ooze had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the door and peered out to ask if there was any smart stuff. She kept just her nous out of the threshold, her bridge player still playing with her pussycat through the sheer faithful of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her common choice of vegetables were fresh and she may like to take a flavour 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 exam push, she withdrew her hand from where she loved to keep it the most and threw the door wide undetermined. The grocer, a compact man in his late thirties gaped in astonishment at her dress, or the lack of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to draw his attention. The grocer's mind worked at the speed of light, unable to fathom the delightful ken in straw man of him. He knew from his haunt sojourn that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a horny woman of the house in all his star sign sales over the class. He could spot a hungry slit when he saw one. Over the survive one year he had seen Manya in various careless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in control of affair. It was more like she was teasing multitude rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a prick teaser indefinitely and his cock was bound to have its day. Her appearance told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any apparel. The saree was fully see-through, showing him all of her. The productive bush, those glorious thighs and the entire midsection, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly button calling attention to his gaze. While she was fingering herself the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her full-bodied and cryptic omphalus fully exposed to his view. With the creamy anatomy above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the navel resembled a pussy in need, quivering and juicy.

Manya hang forward to examine some of the leafy vegetable and this made the top half of her saree cliff, revealing her generous cleavage with a clear vision of her perked up nipples. She didn't realize that her sari had dropped and continued with her literal task of foodstuff picking from his basketful. The grocer's eyes popped right out their sockets and his hammer threatened to shoot down out of the fabric it was stretching around his crotch. His stiff mitt felt a rush of blood as did every vena in his trunk. Manya was decidedly the hottest of his client and he looked forward to visiting her business firm more to experience the surprises she held for him in the form of her dress code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. Breasts, nipples, navel, midriff, thighs, and scrub - every ounce of her juiciest component part was starkly visible through her dream like garments. The Arabian dancers did wear transparent bottoms but at least they wore panties. Here a center mature lady of the house was treating him to fleshy joy of the sort people only dreamt of.

The evident interest of Manya with the grocery basket and her ignorance of the state of her boobs suited the grocer and he let his hungry middle travel all over her sybaritic form, taking in the sexuality oozing out of every inch. His optic rested for longer moments on her hips, the endanger dower of which was like a mass of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only physical body in need is left for this kind of wanton display and his animal instincts gradually took over. He shifted close-fitting to her, as if to assist Manya load her bag with his stuff. He held the bag up for her piece Manya filled it with a cluster of vegetables. She had to face-lift her arms up to do so and in the operation, her upper saree dropped right off her shoulders, breast and waist to rest tantalizingly at her pelvis. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed she was all along to his gaze. Her face acquired a sudden blush but there was no way she could cover herself up since both her hand were occupied. She looked into the grocer's center and observed the burning passion. His expression sent shiver up her rachis and a warm flood of juice gushed forth from her loins to further wash her already wet vulva.

This prison term the blowup of juices was different. They flowed and flowed without a breakage. The restraint mechanics which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his unattackable gaze. The grocer extended his strong arms towards her exposed hips and dragged her closer. His manly feeling did the whoremonger. It was the touch of a man, hard and reassuring. It was also the bag of a testosterone plentiful male which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his former hand gripped her mightily hip to complete the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The manly grocer jerked the beautiful wife towards himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent breast jiggled at his action. His hands on her meaty pelvic arch encountered raw heat and he realized that this juicy organic structure was being wasted. He could hear a half sob as he strengthened his delay on her lower hips and turned her around. Her eminent rise nates came into hot contact with his shaft and even through the sheer garment, their oestrus took him by surprisal. If ever there was a hornier woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he care to know.

With one single tug, the saree came right off her hot hips and fell in a heap at her feet. Manya was still in a lusty daze as she allowed him to anything he pleased. She moaned as he felt his custody caress her plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her rump and kneaded it. The kneading continued and Manya got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of restraining him. Her tingling pussy was now dripping at the ministrations of this grocer. Her legs parted on their own accord and he reached down to express his squeezing into her inside thighs and finally her seething, soaked kitty-cat. That set off her accumulated luxuria trigger and she cried out in helpless craving and fell right down onto her knees.

In that posture she presented an awesome sight on all quartet. Her face was glazed with lustfulness and her ass quivered in wanton lust. She wriggled her hip and pressed backwards as if to hit his genital organ. The grocer had already removed his trousers and brought out his sword hard dick, which was now throbbing with as a great deal anticipation as the horny housewife's pussy. He cast one glance at the crawling form of the beautiful woman before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a bitch in heat. She needed a fucking and like hell, he was going to give her one.

In one single dip he entered right into her nestle, her wet cunt paries giving an over lube welcome. Manya shrieked in warmth and cried out in lust. He began stroking into her slushy pussy with gradual apparent motion. The hunger crazed housewife screamed for harder cerebrovascular accident and driven by her wanton behavior, he thrust harder and faster. His vast dick, which she hadn't even seen, made furious inroads into her tender but hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new zone of warmth. The pumping lasted five scalding arcminute and the sheer novelty and passion of the situation overcame both of them. He reached his orgasm with a bellowing and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like bitch. On all fours, she was letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over sexed snatch. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing but cock till he spurted his semen in several long spirt deep inside her womb and all over her rachis and ass. He came so very much that his virility surprised the under utilise wife.

Like a true chauvinistic male he just released her hip with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trouser before she could turn around. Her still convulsing body was recovering from the yummy attack and she looked up gradually towards his body. Her first base coup d'oeil went towards his genitalia but was disappointed to see that he had already put his woman pleaser away. There she was, lying well fucked by a dick she didn't even see.

"Ok Mrs M. See you later ”, said the grocer as he walked away with a whistle. Manya lay on the floor, still in a half crawling posture. She was still in estrus and she still looked a bitch. Her ass felt well gripped and handled. Her twat felt well pumped. Her thinker was well unwind. Her chest however still ached for a caress and that ache got transferred again to her pussy. A mild 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 initiatory two push undone as always. Her saree was in her hired hand 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 intumescent kitty-cat sass. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her fingers over her cunt lips and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her finger's breadth and brought them to her nose."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the aroma. Then suddenly the room access bell rang. Surprised and alarmed at the untimely ring, she hastily began to assemble the saree over her ravaged hips. It was a relatively obtuse process since she did not hold 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 sari 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 know her just s a little while ago coupled with the freshly fucked feel still coating her dope made the woman of the house a wee bit guilty. She managed to wear the saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her fork to once again form a sticky patch out in front. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his afternoon classes were cancelled and he had no mood to go to the library.

Walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different. Her hair was disheveled and her sari looked rumpled in a peculiar manner. Her scanty blouse was wet with exertion. If it wasn't for the radiance on her aspect, he would have presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen body of work. As she walked towards the sofa in the livelihood room, he noticed the languid movements of her pelvis and the slow roll of her pelvic arch. The sway was slower but aphrodisiacal. It was an unspeakable peck but she looked different. Suddenly he noticed the break patch around her crotch on the vapourous sari. It looked so provocative, just below her rich bush. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too late to amend matter. In a bid to nominate the atmosphere more daily, she spread her thighs out and tried to loosen on the couch. Her posture became rather lewd for her teenaged son and he began to go through the familiar stirring in his pubic region which looking at his sexy female parent for more than a minute always produced. At this stagecoach Manya asked her son to take a bath so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the bath, glad that he could hide his arousal.

Manya was still lying in that obscene pose on the couch when she heard the chief doorway opened slightly. She had forgotten to lock it after Deen's arriver. It opened wider and in came the grocer. She panicked and hissed at him to go away, pointing at the bathroom where her son was bathing. But he had not come to pull up stakes. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the forenoon's astounding developments, especially the relief with which he could enrol Manya's hot pussy. Soon his sentiment led to a bursting hard on and he felt the clock time was still convenient enough for another go at the gorgeous part of ass, which would be doing nothing else but masturbating away anyway, according to him. So off he rushed to get his pussy.

When he neared her, Manya whispered frantically to him that her son was around. Not giving a damn, he motioned for her to turn over, unzipping his trousers in the same motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the bathroom doorway where Deen was. With strong and still efficiency, he once again gripped her voluptuous hips and shook her like a chick. Manya's consistence throbbed with renewed lecherousness and her pussy started dripping in book time. The risk in the situation was obscured by the heat of his humanness pressing against her already naked ass. He had merely hiked her saree up and thrust his dick right into her leave and wet cunt. The pumping began instantaneously and her twat muscles started clasping his hawkshaw in greed, milking it to new meridian of cacoethes. She could still hear the exhibitor and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the Same bitch posture. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lust and ecstasy. Her consistence responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a rich people Venus's curse of seed thick inside her loins. She absorbed every drop of his lovable cum and reveled in the sudden and explosive culmination which the illicit encounter produced. In disc speed, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a speedy good bye. By the prison term, she moved from bitch attitude to normal position, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in pleasure and infrangible wonder that she had been fucked twice in no clip. Again she didn't even see the dick that gave her so very much joy. But to a greater extent exciting was the thinking that her son was right in the following elbow room, but didn't know about it. How legal injury she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to emerge from the bath. After all 2 jerk offs in ten minutes need some clock time for recovery.

The four youthful marauders left her door and Manya shut it with a shuffle feeling. She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the bathroom. Yet she felt a tingle in her loins and an ache in her breasts from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her wide-cut consent. The coincident force per unit area of four pairs of hands and one dick on her excess wholesome body under the stalking-horse of festivity did its own things to her bodily responses and right now she had lost all the traces of satiety which the two mind blowing coming with the milkman and her cousin had given her. Instead her crotch and pussy experienced a regenerate itching from all the youthful caressing she received. The itch was now spreading all over her inner thighs - such was the wallop of raw free energy on her mature bosomy body. After shutting the doorway, she slumped right down onto the level, her saree still off her shoulder, her dead body still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighbourhood painter and lensman. Sam was a sensible and soft spoken kid next doorway who always had that adulatory look in his middle but not that raw heat. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his linear perspective was also a bit remote and appreciative rather than physical, which was what most people who came into contact with Manya became.

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

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

"Let's go to the bedroom Mom ”, he said as he tried to help her to her fundament. Manya allowed him to serve her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her full phase of the moon segmentation, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his face. Deen was still on his knees as he helped his female parent to endure up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the centre of a fully out-of-doors, huge midriff stared right into his facial expression, barely a couple of inches from his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose jab her navel point, making Manya shudder again for a secondment. Deen rose and placed his arm right around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the bedroom. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to resign her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly exposed body. He liked the tone of her squeezy waist flesh and its amazing elasticity and with a solidifying hammer, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's face for a indorse and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the toilet threshold opening and rushed out of the room, clutching his erection, leaving his father to face his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay plane on the bed, with her sari top thrown aside, her heroic diaphragm and belly spread out to any body's gaze.

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

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

Desh was pacified when he heard his wife's calm spokesperson and he bent down, gave her a promptly kiss on her throbbing mouth and left for the doorway, uttering a trashy good bye. He would not be back until late evening.

The principal doorway clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's hand went slowly to her genitals. It was spontaneous, built on years of experiences. A slow up caress began and she glowingly recollected the morn's risky venture, dwelling a few instant longer on Salman's vigorous thrust on her saree covered ass. Her fingerbreadth probed deeper into her pussy through her thin sari and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting kiss on her neck, nerve, earlobes and finally her mouth. The finesse with which her sexy dead body was manhandled by four studs, without the slim room for complaint left her stunned and rich within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the woman in the area.

Deen entered the bedroom after his father's difference more to check on his Mom's condition. He needed no further cogent evidence of her wellspring being the minute he saw her lying on the bed, centre closed and fingering her pussy through her saree. He heaved a sigh of ease and slowly brought her out of her dream.

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

The kitty kissing mother slowly opened her eyes and told her son that it may be full to wait until noon till the entire vicinity is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not take repeated baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her paw from the mound she was caressing with practically care. Deen left her on the bed and noted the time. It was just one-half past times nine and the festival was still untested. However he headed towards his elbow room for a bit of interpretation, thinking that his Mom needed a rest.

Manya rested but only for a few bit. She realized that there was some wash of dress to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her sari still off her shoulders. It remained off her shoulders when Manya picked up all the clothes from the privy and shoved them into the washing motorcar. It remained off her shoulder when Manya threw her white blouse of yesterday also into the automobile. And it still remained off her berm when Manya contemplated whether the sari she was wearing needed to go into the machine. Since there were a few hours still left for her bath, she decided not to take her saree and clicked the washing machine on. The sudden energizing of the political machine when her hands were still on it, sent a pounding right through her lusty body. She sat down next to the political machine, her left hand on the simple machine and the right handwriting inside her pussy, probing through her saree. For a full ten minute of arc she caressed herself to the electrical calendar method, thrusting her fingers right through the garment into her soaked pussy and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill moan and ran into the room, wondering what happened. His entry was soundless and therefore he was witness to his mother's half naked shape next to the machine, heaving and panting with the lowest bursts of orgasm shuddering through her full body."What a randy woman ”, thought the amazed son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to relax from the alternate release she had just experienced. She heard another ring of the room access bell. Deen answered the threshold and came to tell Manya that all the inmates of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbouring building. A total of fifty dollar bill invitee were expected, from the crime syndicate of all friends. A few secret plan were also planned to make the show lively. Manya agreed to come in along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to vary out of her demo attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the hypothesis of further drenching, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a moment in the mirror and saw that her apparel stuck to her body, wetly caressing her sexy curves and made her look rather provocative. She quickly shook the thought from her judgment reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering. Finally putting the sari back onto her sleeveless shoulder, she left the home alongwith her elderberry bush son towards the future door terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the terrace were two early kinfolk and then there was Salman. Manya met his middle and blushed softly. He met Manya's gaze too with a twinkle in his eyes. On the terrace, everyone's oculus were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since most of them had come prepared for a break of day of fun and games. About twenty cleaning woman and XXX five men of all ages graced the occasion. Manya was the trophy picking amongst the cleaning woman and the fact that she came without her husband did not help matters. Every dick on the terrace was erect within minutes of Manya's first appearance, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

In the outset game, everyone was made to sit in a circle and one somebody would run around with a handkerchief in manus. He would drop the handkerchief behind any person's back and that one had to reveal it, find fault it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind somebody else's bottom. Sam ran around first and after three turn dropped it behind Manya's aphrodisiac back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a circle. As she ran, her big breasts under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with exaggerated muscularity. Her wet sari hugged her huge derriere and they jiggled sexily with every footfall she took. If viewed in slow apparent movement, Manya's run would let been the salacious run of all time for the sheer sexual energy 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 notice it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to look behind her ass. She did so and rose with the hanky in script. She ran around and dropped it this metre behind Salman. Salman was almost expecting it. He took two rounds and again dropped it behind Manya's soaker behind. Manya rose and began her dick stiffening run with her curvy body bouncing and swaying all over, knocker, ass and all. It was soon very clean-cut that Manya was the dropping target because everyone wanted to see her sexy body in movement. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She was hoping mortal would realise. Salman did and he suggested they play a unlike game called penalisation. Manya sighed and looked at him in succour and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet loins again.

In this game the unseasoned member had to beak a name from lots drawn and that gens would take in to meet with a punishment decided by the youngest fellow member again. Deen being the youngest picked up a name and a lot to everyone'surprisal, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and read out the choose penalization."brand snack for all L people in half an hour. take one someone to help you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a bit, wondering whom to pick for help. Her heart first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not quick enough to help her in this kind of job. Noticing Salman's bright facial expression in her direction, she pointed her dainty finger's breadth in his counseling. With a roar, everyone directed the pair to the kitchen in the basement, where the items for sandwich prep lay. nobody else was allowed to figure the cellar and it would have in mind a foul with further punishment.

Manya and Salman rushed into the elevator in a hurry and Salman pressed the door shut, clicking the basement push. Deen watched in stake as he saw his mother's fleshy stern disappear into the raise alongwith Salman. Her creamy vertebral column with the saree right down to her ass was the live he saw of his juicy mom for the succeeding half an hour. He also saw Salman post his hand on his female parent's ass just before closing the lift room access, as if ushering her in.

The moment the elevator door shut, Manya felt Salman's mitt grab her boob through the braless blouse. Without a moment's warning he proceeded to maul them, much in the Saami way she experienced in the dawn. 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 break me. I have been dying to pleasure your lovely organic structure the day I saw you. Today you will love it, I assure you ”.

"We don't have time Salman. bite have to be made ”, she protested. her protest was modest because his squeezing of her one-half exposed breasts had already started the succus manufacturing plant in her loins. A unwavering drip began and her dissent thereafter were merely symbolic. Even before the elevator reached the basement, he had her sari right off her lush consistence and he ushered her out of the lift, saree in deal towards the kitchen in the cellar. There was not a somebody there as per the game. On his cubicle phone, he rang up the local eating house owned by his own family and ordered them to deliver fifty packets of sandwiches within XX minutes at the basement. Putting the phone away, he looked at her full trunk, clad only in petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny homemaker by the shoulder and threw her on the cellar storey in one quick motion, raising her underskirt over her thigh. One hand mauled her breast while the other pounded her plush ass. Manya was aroused beyond mention in double quick time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and flipped herself around, presenting her beat, wax ass to the Pres Young stud who had pawed her so strongly this morning. He had also agreed to help her in the game and that made her more grateful. She bent on all fours and shook her ass at him as if to give tongue to her gratitude.Things happened in seconds as Salman, who already had his putz out, positioned himself behind the beautiful homemaker's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite right given the situation. Manya took his thrusts with gasps and yelps initially. As the powerful pistoning into her slit 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 ambition of the neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to bury their dicks into this hearty woman's pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His hand reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon like boobs. He had missed out on her dope to Sam in the morning but here, he was making up with a retribution. dummy and slit got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten minute busrt of warmth which made Manya's forefront spin and snatch go raving mad with secretion. Her heavy pelvic girdle and full breasts got the ‘ tangible man treatment'from the stud and Manya screamed in lust at every thrust of his humanity. The alert in his cell rang to signal the elapsing of ten arcminute and Salman rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly invoke wife's lewdly presented pussy."kick, take in it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all over her ass and inside her heat love nest.

Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her half-slip in the heat of his luxuria. When their combined passions receded, they heard the basement Vanessa Bell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be pipe down and rose, dragging up his pant and went to pick up the snack which would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the storey, thought she heard the voice of Salman's founding father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some decision being taken and also heard Salman mussitation loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a blowjob if there's time"… and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his pants. strait of something being take out came from the other side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said"We have fifteen more than second and my Dad is finishing the bite arrangements. We'll not be late."

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

"Nothing cracking. He asked whether there was meter for him to know you. I told him there was no time. But maybe you can suppose of a cock sucking 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 savour the second fuck Salman was throwing into her hungry, stirred 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 manly assault and continued to milk his dick with her bitch until they both came together in a shattering sexual climax. Her s orgasm in less than thirty minutes with a first time lover seemed so familiar, enjoyable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no longer strange to the adulterous fair sex and mother.

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

The old man could take it no more. LE than two minutes were left for the couple to reappear on the patio. He grabbed Manya's face and gave one long, wet kiss right field on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went limp, her mitt continuously caressing his organ through the pants. It was Salman's yell that forced the new couple apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and nasty. The elevator began its upward movement with the snack cart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a minute dove right into Manya's lap, lifted up her sari and dipped his lips straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya gasped in amazement for the next thirty moment as her young stud poker slurped her well fucked pussy like a true up lover. Her juice flowed in satisfaction and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the moment the elevator door opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the cheers of fifty people.

Their flushed faces told a tale but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful case now. It was just the numeral of sexual climax that he couldn't surmise from her steamy expression. The informality with which Manya carried herself throughout the collation seance despite all that her torso had been through in the past few hours left Deen wondering and he developed some awe for his beautiful mother's ability.

The snack session had almost reached its end when one of the phallus cried out"foul foul ”. Everyone looked in his way. He was holding a restaurant tag in his bridge player which he discovered stuck to the base of his sandwich package. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under instructions to remove all hint of evidence that the food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to have overlooked just one mailboat. The erroneousness margin was small but Manya and he had been caught. The assemblage decided a visible light hearted punishment for Manya, since even getting caught was part of the game. Deen was asked to make up one's mind on the nature of the penalisation and he told his Mom to take up a skipping R-2 and take out XXX omission without a break.

Protesting with a laughter, Manya took the circle and began skipping. Her saree was still quite soften and it stuck to her ass like sticking plaster. With every skip, her full, unhindered boob danced and jumped in tandem with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lusty, mind blowingly erotic sight, watching the wet, mature adult female omission in front of an audience of fifty dollar bill. Deen realised his folly in fixing that penalty for his delectable mother. But it was too late. Moreover the ken excited him no end. He lost numeration of her omission and kept gaping, just as everyone on the terrace did. Manya reached ten without any trouble. Slowly, the top half of her saree or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each omission and by the time the sexy female parent reached tally XV, it fell right off her shoulder joint, leaving the crowd in pin drib secrecy. They all looked in awe at the voluptous good luck charm of the fully exposed cleaning woman in their presence. Her low worn sari was right at her hip bone, and the wax, immense midsection with the juicy wet navel was ripplingly reveal. Her wholesome midriff figure jiggled alongwith her melon like knocker with the tit very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by her sizable meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to look convention because any stopping would mean that she would have to start skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with arousal and he suddenly shouted"thirty ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped thirty fourth dimension or not. Nobody objected and the game was over, leaving every male organ on the terrace aching and pounding. The well-endowed mother heaved a suspiration of succour and readjusted her pallu and waited as people came back to normality from that intensely erotic plenty they had witnessed. Deen's warmheartedness was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on display and it was all carried on as a game. There could have been no intimately ken for a Peeping Tom and he stored these images away in his idea for later use.

To break the ice after that hearty video display by Manya, someone suggested that they all go to the orotund body of water army tank on the yard below for some final dunking. piss dunking was usually the last item in a Holi celebration. On the way down many cleaning lady sympathised with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and biz. Some were awestruck too by the sheer gender she had projected. Salman's mother came across to her and said"Manya my honey, if I had an ass like yours, I would go along Salman's Father at rest home unharmed day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a mild horse sense of guilt and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a appease squeeze to Manya's enormous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the older people. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their brittle ivory. Many of the women were also dunked, with utmost care and temperance. 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 young woman. He waited with a thumping nerve because he knew his curvy mother's go was almost due. It was Salman's Padre who took the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into the tank when nobody else was in it. Fifty duet of eyes took in Manya's wet, drippingly voluptuous form as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her saree stuck to her full curves and the backside portion dug into her ass chap giving a clear up video, removing any sense of mystery about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pool and her full body rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly build. Droplets of piss in her cryptic navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their glossa out. Pin drop silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however discover a occupant grumbling to himself, clutching his crotch,"Desh is a golden bastard."The man standing next to him also heard him and he added a comeback,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed daily with that piece of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this vulgarity with a mixed common sense of anger and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw little improper in the ultimate physical expression of a mental impulse. He secretly wondered how his mom would take it if all the men in the neighbourhood made a beeline for her when her husband was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The minute she rose from the tank, Salman himself carried her by her full shank and dunked her all over again. She squealed this time, liking the familiarity of his substantial hands and even managed to drag him too into the army tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pool, staggering to regain ground. In the process their bodies met, his fork 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 palpate a wee bit of jealousy at the total fondness the twosome in the tank were displaying. The womanhood being his female parent added a fiery spark to his thought process. 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 tank. When the men started taking a few supernumerary familiarity on her still incognizant self, Manya felt that familiar tingle in her pubic region. This was not the place to give in to her urges. She struggled out of the last man's groping hands and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the nearest in the building. The celebration were as good as complete and citizenry were clearing up.

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

Sam's middle took in her wholsome, well stacked cast and licking his lips, he led her into his house. Deen's eye followed his mother's wet ass, which could feature as well been naked. But it was lustier than nude and hornier than nude person in that tightly clinging wet saree. He felt that he may like to pass on it a thorough spanking till she yelped.

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by protagonist was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist. He looked at Manya with his oceanic abyss eyes taking in every ounce of her wet and lightly trembling consistency. The tremble was caused on account of the light snap caressing her wet pelt. He led Deen's mother inside his flat and guided her to the bathroom. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the aurora's activities and could take another half an hr. Recognizing Manya's urgency to pack a pee and her equally urgent want to rid herself atleast of the drip in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told her to use the stool while he fetched the dryer for her hair. Manya tread softly on the carpeting, hoping the coloration water drip mold from her juicy body would not damage the carpet. Her wholly body was coated in red, including her face. If she were to make a initiative appearing in this manner, none would discern her by face. But now everyone in the area would accredit her by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her flame up ass with the big stern cups. Almost all the men would recognize her blindfolded by tactile property 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 aura and control over things, managing to make everyone feel exclusive and particular. In brusque nonentity would fuck and tell apart on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The solid house was silent as Manya entered the bathroom and left the door undefended for Sam to make for the dryer later. She could deliver shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her saree around her waist, she sat with her naked asscheeks on the sewer. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping water from it and placed it around her knees in front, bunched up, but covering her second joint over the toilet seat. Then she removed the sari pallu from her shoulders and squeezed it too, draining all the H2O from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a pounding in her loins. This prison term the throbbing relaxed only the pee atmospheric pressure but retained the other atmospheric pressure - the pressing of her accrued horniness. The stallion morning she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water and also experienced the exhibitionistic thrill of being on display during the piddling games. The whole series of events where she was treated as a pure lust object, but under the boilers suit garb of gravitas gave her a licentious rush. The two robust fucks given by Salman did indulge her senses but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the skips where she felt fifty span of eyes simply boring into her voluptuous form. She did consider stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a distasteful fit of horniness, she had continued. The dozens of mitt that had felt her wet dead body up at the water tank only served to stimulate her desires higher and in high spirits and she was fighting a valiant struggle not to let her arousal show. Doing all this in front of her son Deen did inconvenience her for a minute but she was for certain that he would understand it was all part of the celebrations. Her peeing second were also moments of sexual introspection and as the shoemaker's last few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy pussy, she felt decidedly steamy and awakened.

In a bid to rise and flush the toilet, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam's sudden unveiling with the dryer made her bead the sari in her hand out of surprise. She lay seated on the toilet posterior, saree spread around her thighs, potty tail end and reaching the level. Her breast was uncovered by the sari and Sam stared at her beautiful chest through the damp, thin blouse. They were swaying all over the spot in near add together exposure all morning and even her hardened nipples were titillatingly exposed to the world. But now in the silence of his toilet, with two blouse buttons off, their generous segmentation made a mouthpiece watering batch, as did Manya's awkward amaze on the privy seat in an even more awkward precondition of having pissed and not flushed the gutter. She couldn't rise now, since Sam had already entered the bath and it would search embarrassing. She waited for Sam to infer her quandary and perhaps leave. She also noted the rum look in his heart and followed their gaze to look at her own dresser and boobs. She gasped when she saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The whole area from below her breasts down to six inches beneath her navel was fully open, with the smooth, heavy bender forming a gentle bend around her waistline. The flexure was very raise and Sam's aesthetic mind visualized a mental picture of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in several flimsy costumes.

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

"You came to hand me the drier or to aid me dry my hair's-breadth ”, 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 boldness and struggling to see to it his erecting. Manya looked so pleasant-tasting and sexy on the toilet hindquarters and the slightness of the office added to the lustiness.

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

Sam took up her pass and went behind Manya, dryer in bridge player. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet smutty pilus. Manya made no change either to her sitting posture or her province of attire. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her entire breast and corpse nipples very generously to Sam, as a payoff for his effort. Sam's gumshoe came into near contact with Manya's head when he bent and ran the cetacean mammal, holding her compact haircloth in his paw in artistic perceptiveness. The artist in him really rose to the affair. He could let carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His prick hitting the position of Manya's look jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already ruttish Manya too. She was finding it extremely difficult to sit idle with all the throbbing in her pussy, which was halfway into the loo. Her hired hand was placed at the lowest potential level on her abdomen and Manya was pained that she couldn't reaching upto her now dripping cunt. The pressure of Sam's putz occasionally on her boldness was not helping issue at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to desperation. Her external respiration turned lowering. Sam's hired hand were now fumbling with the drier and whenever he looked down at the beautiful charwoman sitting below, her rising heart and broad hips drove him to madness. The dirty military posture, the unflushed toilet, the plebeian twat and the horny mother of his admirer, all made up a mindblowing reservoir of dick tensity for Sam. He switched off the dryer and caressed Manya's headspring. Manya was indeed waiting for some such opening. She always did wait for the man to make the first move. She hated saying no to someone with initiative.

The mo Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his hands over to her full breasts and mauled them over his men. She unhesitatingly reached below her dead body and yanked out her saree all the way up to her waist. Two hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the moment had come to extinguish some of it. As Sam's bridge player kneaded her breasts in regular round she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the absolute need of this well mauled mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was able to hold all that robust treatment and brazen exposure in the break of day. Now seeing her heaving, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his dick all over her groan look. She sobbed in arousal and on seeing the rock hard cock dangling before her eyes, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suck and lick it, doing more fellate than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her pussy began to cream and drip one-half way into the loo alongwith her lush ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her legs apart on either side of the commode. Sam understood her spirit and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet rear cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her branch. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening pussy before him, the pussy juices having superimposed themselves on her pee aroma. The mixture was rather rash and he dipped his head down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer back talk in the operation. Manya thrust her rosehip upwards in seething lust and gripped his head, dragging it into her boiling cunt. It was a vulgar vision of the horny housewife with her back on the toilet can and her legs and hips wrapped around her teenage lover's fountainhead, high in the air. She felt a gnawing in her loins and she lowered her snatch from his face and spread her thighs wantonly on the tail end in a one-half reclining pose. Sam needed no foster invitation and he simply shoved his bursting rooster into the horny female parent's inviting cunt. The two of them started rapidly fucking each former. Sam wanted to please the voluptuous mother as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate jab, making sure enough that maximum penetration was achieved. He went on for a wide-cut five minutes before his teenage enthusiasm could not oblige it any more. Manya could feel him cumming.

"Take it out, cum on my face ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the finis second base and sprayed Manya's face with his Young seed.The firstly squirt hit her like a slap, the bit like a stroke, the third like a caress and the fourth like a drop of rainfall. All spurt ended up messing up her face and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful feature of speech. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The whole horny encounter took just half an hour and they both realized the need to propel out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to tidy up. Manya looked at her boldness and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her face had removed much of the red colour and her grimace was clearer and more recognizable than before. She decided there was no sentence to wash her face. There was no time to dampen her twat either and she simply downed her sari and walked daintily out towards the master door. As she was leaving the threshold, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to thank them for using their lav. Deen was with them too. Deen could only hypothesise about the possibleness of his mother's adultery in the last half an time of day but couldn't exactly put his finger on it. He was however felicitous that she could atleast wash her boldness a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the coloring was off. Of course she glowed and glowed.

With his delicious, red-blooded mother still clad in that licentious juicy saree clinging damply to her huge buttocks, her bottom fracture clearly highlighted and her entire spine bare, right from the bottom of her thin blouse to the upper butt flare, Deen led her back to their dwelling house next door. He did not detect Salman commit one fond, fleeting power play to his Mom's well victimised ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a Harlan Fiske Stone on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi fete 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 stop for about one full minute. They couldn't make out the sprayer but Deen could vaguely puddle out the tall and athletic variety of his best crony Prem, whom he had invited over. Since Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could liven up the day. Prem missed the activities next door but managed to come late to wish them. And what a sight he saw. It was a purely harmless intention when he hosed them both and it was quite the done thing on Holi. But on seeing the state of his protagonist's mother after the soaking, his pecker shot up in no clip and he stood speechless, staring at the overwhelming outburst of curved shape on the aphrodisiacal cleaning lady before him. Deen noticed both his protagonist's amazement and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the entire vicinity over the copious body of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no apparent exertion at modesty on her part.

Manya didn't know how to react to the smart drenching received, this time from her son's best buddy. Prem was magniloquent and athletic and many a metre Manya wished that one of her Son would be like Prem, strong and strapping. At 6 foot plus and well muscled, he would one day make some cleaning lady very glad. Maybe cleaning lady too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her souse, she welcomed Prem in and decided to prepare lunch for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed fair sex into the sign, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, immense rachis, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low sari 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 initiate the food cooking. But before she could put her thought into action, she heard the noise of male child screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning home, not alone but with four of his champion, all aged 12. They were wild and joyous like all boys of that age and seemed hell bent on dragging others into their gaiety. She looked on in disport happiness as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a piffling water sprinkler on his face. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their trick. Their next target area was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their best ally's own brother and not a stranger like Prem. One of them smothered his nerve, while another climbed onto his binding and held him for others to spray water with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a good two minutes, but didn't want to blackguard at the kids. The moment they were through with Deen, they turned their attending to their best friend's female parent. A greater spate of familiarity and affection surged Forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her full body, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could encircle their hired man. Their heads nuzzled her tit repeatedly, while their manpower kept circling and hugging her naked waist and back. Two of them withdrew to caress her face with people of color. Manya bent a lilliputian lower to enable them to reach her face. Two boys concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted features, running their colouration coated hired man in designing around her impudence, scent and neck. Within a few seconds Manya felt her saree top tumble off while she was hang. She held the saree pallu one hired man without covering herself up because the insistent boys did not give her the metre to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and bent grass in her thin, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously delicious stack for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to remark whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a strong regard and also saw Prem's dick stiffening in his nasty jeans. Almost all of her breasts popped out of the blouse and they hung like juicy fruits for the plucking. Her smiling case retained its grin when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom from behind her slightly bent shape. His hands sought her exposed belly clitoris and his fork thrust warmly into his favourite asscheeks. His semblance coated hands fingered her navel point from behind an he continued to feel it till he was live up to that it was filled with red people of color. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroking and the pressure of his strong consistency against her ass. Binu moved his mitt from his Mom's big bellybutton and ran them all over her creamy belly and let out component part of her coxa. That was a lot of flesh and area to cover if he had to color it fully. He ravished his mother's torso with his joyous, merry touch, but the touch for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to retain a smile while two others were stroking her face and even coated her rosy-cheeked lip in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused woman and she struggled to exert normality in body language. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching groyne and with the pedigree simply pumping their nervure. Deen thought that he would abound a blood vessel. He shifted behind a wooden console in the room and started stroking his dick from outdoor, hidden by the piece of furniture. In an equally horny state was the strong Prem who couldn't take any prospicient and he too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both ally looked at each knowing and understanding the other's condition. Deen also felt he had an inkling of the future.

The two friends watched Manya's advanced physical structure being felt up in childlike glee and also felt that her laugh was turning hoarser by the min. It was exonerated that all the attention on her consistence was turning her very aroused. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in mild wrath towards her son, but to her discomfort two early kids who couldn't orbit Manya's fount now took over the vacancy created by Binu. Now two brace of hand were squeezing the sexy mother's monumental midriff from behind in wide, absolute frenzy, but the horny woman could do nothing because they were Thomas Kyd and well-nigh certainly had no sexual purpose. She allowed them to experience and color her and relaxed her organic structure. The moment she did that, she felt three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and his friend could spray water on Manya. At that consequence, as destiny would cause it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thud on her big ass and lay bland on the flooring, sari flung away from her chest, her pap, breasts, the total midriff almost upto her George H.W. Bush fully revealed to the existence. She writhed around first and tried to ascend but all five son chose that minute to contract out their plastic water sprinklers and spray urine on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were aghast and Prem thought he heard a painful groan from his friend. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the front of his trouser a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to save superfluity for both. Instead he turned to the wad before him.

The luscious body of the lady of the house was writhing obscenely on the floor while five boys simultaneously sprayed body of water all over her. She didn't even sidesplitter or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy consistency, taking in the rain on her face, boob, waist, belly and second joint. The son soaked her with gusto, one of them catching her right on her pussy. Since the spray was inviolable and focused, Manya let out a groan. Her cunt was already dripping for the last few minutes and mingled with the wetness of their aspersion and the dampness of her sari. Binu, her son was aiming his spray right at her navel point and he kept the spraying until the H2O was over. The raft was outrightly vulgar and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated dicks ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked consistence. He was out of ascendency now and so was Manya. The five kids including Binu may not have understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and he was convinced that if there was one woman in the humans who needed to be fucked into oblivion, it was sexy Manya. He made a silent vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this plot would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the boys ran out of piddle and left the plaza, singing out their thanks and in force adieu. The youthful of them even helped a trousering, writhing Manya to her base, his manus around her shoulders, and his shaft pressing into her face. Even here Manya was not spared and her groan was muffled by the poke of a nipper peter into her face. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy's crotch and to her complete shock, Manya felt an hard-on against her beautiful face. Her eye flared and her body throbbed in half au naturel fervor and confusion.

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

The intense sexual repercussion of time of day of exposure and body groping turned the horny mother of two into a mass of supercharged form, that would catch fire if the heat in her dripping loins was not cooled. Her boobs were trembling on their own accord and her heavy hips heaved about gently as if the weight of lust was too practically. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched trunk and she could hear herself sobbing in enormous restless lust. Deen was stunned and he went over to curb his mother by her over aroused berm. The intense high temperature which emanated from her eubstance almost made him spring in shock. Her typeface 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 menage. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her eyes. His strong powerful look and her lust charged needy tone met in a perfect commutation. She was quivering when he held her by the shank. His male grip made her tremor and she went limp in Prem's weapon. Holding her by her hips, he made her kneel on the storey, removing her sari in one single apparent movement. No news were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy looking at. No wrangle were needed too. He brought out his vast cock and placed it at the incoming of her slushy slit. His hands held her by her wide-cut and hot breasts. The overall heat in her body amazed him even in his own horny state. He withdrew his dick from Manya's snatch after an initial investigation. He heard her whimper, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him. The cunt needed a nookie badly. And Prem began to feed it.

For the next ten second, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his Brobdingnagian hammer in and out of the horny Manya's steamy twat. Her voluptuous consistence jerked and vibrated under his tremendous onslaught. He was simply ravaging her wet and willing hole. She began to wail and howler and continued her high pitched reception to his unfaltering, hot accident into her dynamite cunt. Loud guttural strait came from the horny female parent as her son's Best friend balled the hell out of her lusty, stacked body. Every column inch of her riotous number responded to this volatile fucking. His hands mauled her already well mauled bosom. But she felt the grip and high temperature to be so baseless, that she felt her nipple may break out of her soft and steady mounds. She thrust her lush, hot can back at his prick begging him with groan and beckoning him deeper with hoarse grunt. It was mating of the highest intensity and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son's pal and with the main door right open. They didn't placard or care. The fucking continued in its outlaw intensity till the horny mother felt the offset inundation of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing rhythm, he timed his release to co terminate with the voluptuous married woman's own serial sexual climax. He shot cargo and rafts when he came. Manya felt her whole insides being washed with his potent seed and her pussy continued to throb and prehend fiercely at his ejaculating dick for five more bit. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this well by a cock of this size.

The stud slowly withdrew his peter from his ally's mom's pussy and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the main door was spread. It was left open deliberately by Deen himself. He had to sneak back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a MD but a proficient strong fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the commencement place. He sighed and looked down. His gumshoe hung limp, much to his relief. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly trifle act of adultery. He saw his own female parent getting the ass of her life. And she got fucked doggie style, like a avowedly bitch in heat.

Chapter 10

The adulterous wife stirred gently, her naked lower body pressed against her Whitney Young buff's, in a sideway embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed piece of ass, since all the pawing and mauling given to her fully body by people of all ages had carried her lust to a summit when she was sprawled wet on the ground before her sons, writhing More out of hot pants than any penury to escape their soaking of her voluptuous body. She opened her optic and looked into Prem's eyes, unaware that her son Deen was in the background, unobserved but watching every movement of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's deep heart and a waving of gratitude flooded her interior. He was her horse in shining armor who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his dick still inside her sop cunt and while stirring noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at this discovery of his youthfulness and kissed him softly on his eyes, licking some of the beads of sweat, her deal holding his fountainhead, while she felt him doing the same to her cheek. Prem licked Manya all over her brass, his lips dabbing at her cheeks, neck and eyes, while his hands hugged her juicy body even harder to himself in a hard gesture of take over. Manya was gladdened at this display of fondness and she purred her acceptance by thrusting her lush pelvic neighborhood even closer into him, feeling his cock start a set physical process while her juices began to diffuse over it. Deen, who had watched his friend give his Mom her hardest ever fuck, took their stirring to be a augury of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the house and return after a piece so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the family in this situation, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the room access, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one terminal look at his female parent's luscious asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her brass was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a parting gesture. He left the post, leaving the door as it was.

look Prem's dick Begin to stab into her pussy, Manya arousal was back into reckoning. She twisted her lower consistence, as if trying to readjust the placement, when her head teacher fell sideways, making her observation the almost fully surface doorway. Alarmed but not showing any suddenness in reaction, she relaxed her organic structure against his and continued looking at the doorway. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature lady's concern, decided to close the door. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his erect peter from her sloppy pussy. The sudden emptiness made the horny Manya sigh and sob but she waited with flare out eyes for him to close the threshold. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the solitary piece of garment which she had on. Prem closed the doorway and turned to the naked, waiting mother. He walked slowly across the room, his hard cock swaying gently, hitting his abdomen with every step. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked, motiveless fair sex on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a couch and continued to look at Manya, with a twinkle in his eye. Understanding his intent, Manya rolled across the room towards him, her lush body taking five bout to reach him, each tour highlighting her plenteous asscheeks in the most lewd fashion conceivable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her optic to meet his throbbing peter. Reaching out, she held it by her mitt, using its rigor to rise and face him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his supporter's female parent. Manya kept stroking his cock and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem's dick entered with a swishing sound, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nose his head lovingly, while he held his hands up to squeeze and mash her juicy tit in a clockwise motion, occasionally letting his finger's breadth tweak her tit. Manya rotated and shifted her hip joint before settling into a heaving up and down motion on the hard cock, feeling it poke and reach right upto her belly. His harshness facilitated great passage for the sexy woman's thrust and she did so in slow and uninterrupted move, building up a toothsome yet searing rhythm. Her son's scoop friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in the appendage helping herself to more and more of his dick. The well orchestrated sex lasted five slow, loving minutes where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their consistency seemed like parting of one entity and looked complete only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurts were yearn and inscrutable, each spurt being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly shortening volley. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest deep tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off residue, but allowing her to relish the strength, grip and sheer joy of physical bonding with her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his heart and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a good friend of his. He looked like a boy with hard Department of the Interior and circumspection. When he kissed her there was passion, and there was also care. The englut female parent suddenly wondered whether she would feel the Same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The intellection made her shiver but she realized that there was little to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the lips. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near when Binu would kiss her on the back talk. He was aggressive and he was physical. On her function she would stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent outgrowth and send inharmonic nervous impulse about sexuality. They had to learn about sex the instinctive way and they had to learn about sexual properness also the natural way, even if it was a bit detain and at the toll of her own discomfort. All her aliveness, she never said no to a hug and never refused an advance from decent male. For her sons she believed that the enceinte discipline was self discipline. But deep within she felt that she may give birth to wager a purpose in Deen's realization. He was too dumb, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya prayed that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of asking Prem but looking at his big script on her sweaty knocker and his dick one-half out of her delight pussy, she decided that the moment was later.

The prison term was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the star sign, leaving Manya naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went naked to the door and close it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of events. There could not birth been a better day for her soaker, sex starved soundbox. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin-german, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton exhibit before the entire neck of the woods and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny male person of all ages throughout a wet morning. Following that, she had been given a Wyrd but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now Prem completed her day with two of the most rich shag her needy consistence had ever been given. The marvellous thing about it all was that none of her stunner made her feel slutty about the whole matter. She still felt she was in statement."Was the day nail"? she wondered with a grinning. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any second and Binu a short later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped them for wash finally and with a sigh, examined her nude body in the mirror. Her luscious boob hung like ripe fruits on her blanket, fair chest and as she moved her hands over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive waist and belly. Her fingerbreadth stopped at her belly clit. For a second she dug into it gently as if to ascertain and let out what was it that made her son Binu so enamoured by it. The bit her finger stroked inside its depths, she felt a dampening in her loin and a pounding right down from her lower abdominal cavity. She could feel her twat come alive and the impulses almost carried upto her omphalus. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for promote probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a pussy to her, displaying the Lapplander wanton openness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to explore, she thought with a good 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 clip to dress, she took a biggish towel and wrapped it around her full phase of the moon, au naturel form and went to open the door. Along the way, as was her wont, her right manus, wound its way under the towel to caress her kitty, which had lot of Prem's cum on it. It was nice to feel the ooze and she slipped nearly half her finger inside her twat, to gather all the wetness. Before any serious probing could begin she reached the door and opened it with her left hand, removing her right hand from her pussy at the same prison term. She saw Deen with two bags.

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

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

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

Deen felt the asperity of the odour from his mother's hand and inhaled, confused over its seed."Your hand smells funny Mom, what's it ? ”, he asked, entering the room and placing the suitcase on the dining table.

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

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

Manya sat at the board and the two of them noiselessly ate for the next ten minutes, not at all surprised at how hungry they were.There was no mention about the doctor Deen had left the house to predict. On coating, Manya thanked Deen again for his rumination and rose to lave her hands. Deen watched her movements with interest, particularly observing her huge asscheeks jutting out at the base of her pelvic arch and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the break area from her knees to her bare metrical unit served a horny reminder of the day's outcome and the richly octane action his mother's lush torso had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trousers as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a surprised attention when she said"I'm going to bath Deen and I'll call you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need 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 bath and for the number one time since the previous day, began to savour a full fledged bathroom. She felt the water cascade over her bountiful boob and feed teasingly all over her consistency, plenty of it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her passions and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her well ravished, glowing form and for a full ten minutes she revelled in the similitude pleasures offered by the impregnable shower bath and her own friction. She couldn't say that she missed having a tub with all the merciless dunking she received that morning, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy body. The bathing tub now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her face with a blue smile and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleansing and she couldn't reach it to wash the colour away.

"Deen could you please fare and help me ”, she called out through the half outdoors doorway. She had left the door spread for Deen to hail in later, but was herself nude during her luxurious bath. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly splendid body through the vertical slit at the recess of the door and the import she called out, he entered just in sentence to see her wrapper her towel around her waistline and turn her cover towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's encompassing wet back with the diffuse flesh around her flame up waist. She had tied the towel almost at the beginning of her asscrack. Her backbone was red from all the colour, except in minuscule darn where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his lather hands to tint her at the waistline, his hands getting drawn to the aphrodisiacal sheepcote on either face on their own. The sexy female parent gasped at the touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her heavy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her backrest. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him hold her by her defenseless shank for a while, before whispering"My back Deen. hit all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a gush, he moved his hands, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon vine like full phase of the moon breasts. Manya had her manpower across her bureau and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped sure scarlet areas where the gloss didn't come off easily. Manya didn't flavor anything indecent in either his detrition or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's succulent back that his hands got slower and deadening and his breathing heavier. The sexy mother felt her son's breathing time on her naked, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool down him. She quickly turned on the shower and the spray of cool water wet both mother and son as they stood within a human foot of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, unable to hold his erecting. He was drenched too within no time and heard his female parent's full-of-the-moon laughter.

Her husband's disgusting conduct conclusion night had left Manya More than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected torso. Now after being subjected to some cursory osculation and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the outback tinge of compunction for having left her gamey and dry at his foreman'party and now showed absolute callousness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked married woman felt that she didn't merit his attitude or his attributes. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her defenseless eubstance as if in reassurance but realized with a smile that the high electric potential fucking she had been receiving over the last couple of daytime were a far greater confidence of her sex appeal. And the fact that she was able to draw teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous consistence and allow them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a total flesh magnet who drew men and boys of all historic period, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the serial publication of feels and squeeze play which her vernal son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her trunk to people rather than the mind and she resigned herself to the fact.

midway through her self-examination, her son Deen walked in to announce that he was leaving for school and left immediately when he saw his mother lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the screen. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her husband's presence in the bedroom. Her comfort spirit level with nudity had been rising over prison term and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The moment Deen left the house, Manya raised her nude body off the bed and went across to shut the door. She was naked in the confidence that she would now be alone in the mansion. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the sofa and circularize one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her hand around the lower berth abdomen, she clicked the boob tube on and saw some songs being telecast. The horny lady of the house looked quite obscene in that carriage with her pinkish cuntlips being wide open in lawsuit there was a viewer. Crusted cum deposits decorated her inner second joint and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bath. After watching two raunchy phone number, Manya herself began to palpate raunchy and started to guess herself in the hands of the assorted less artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead danseuse in those songs. A tide of tickle ran through her as she wondered how she would wait on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and strong male dancers. She was slit caressing her way through another raunchy issue, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the buzzer ring. The aphrodisiac housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no clothes were within reach.

"Who's it ?"she called out from her lewd berth on the sofa. She was relieved to hear a female person voice reply. It was Sana, the neighbor's seventeen yr old daughter. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a minute ”, called out the nude woman as she quickly went into the sleeping room and pulled on a underskirt. She draped a pocket-size towel over her chest and went to spread the door for Sanaa, her back fully bare and her white meat bouncing and jutting out through the thin towel.

Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman's consistence from pass to toe. Manya was her idol and Sana's reason for idolizing her was that all the vicinity male child, kept talking only about Manya in total lust and awe rather than about younger lady friend like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would give birth a hard clock time warding off other guy from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage female child examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sanaa kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon like tit, swung freely, unfettered by any restrictive wear. She was also perplexed that Manya's mamilla were upright even at this sentence of the day. She knew piffling about Manya's appetency for hard sex and her ever horny disposition. In her optic she was the good housewife who couldn't help it if she was blessed with a fountainhead stacked, rap out consistency. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every time the teenager poked her waist to tell her she was very desirable even for women. It was cheerful banter. Suddenly Sana said,

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

A bit puzzled, Manya thanked her sweetly.

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

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

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

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the inexperienced person young woman. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in future. Time flew and it was getting closer to tiffin time. Suddenly Sana suggested that they should order dejeuner from their sept eating place. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to cook. Sanaa quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering enough nutrient to take tending of Deen, Binu and a couple of others also if necessary.

The nutrient arrived shortly and with the food came Salman and Sam. Both were at the eatery when Sana called and they decided to bring it themselves. Salman had Manya in thinker while Sam had Sana'a also in mind. When Manya saw the son go far, she slipped into the bedroom and put on a Inner Light green transparent sari over the underskirt and a sleeveless blouse, braless on her pectus. She noticed after wearing it that the blouse, already low cut, had the top button torn off. She shrugged and went to greet the boys.

The guys were in in high spirits liquor with Sam constantly teasing Sana and salman giving hungry flavor towards Manya. After a spell, Manya decided to bring in the plates and lay the food on the board. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The here and now they went into the kitchen, Salman caught hold of the voluptuous wife by her generous hip and thrust into her saree embrace ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her boob. Manya resisted for a piece in soreness but knew that she couldn't for too long. She kept eyeing the living room, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly settle to help out too. Manya's work force tried to assemble some collection plate and ravisher together while her pussy tried to fight off the gushing juices from trench within her pubes. The Thomas Young teenager showed great anxiety in his mauling of the well endowed wife's body from head to toe. His manpower covered her clothed course everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her sari and shoved his handwriting right up to her wet snatch, cupping and feeling it in a strong grip. Manya gasped and let out a igniter squeal. Her body began to experience the intimate concussions and her breasts were already quivering from his pawing. She was scared they would be heard. Salman suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen,"Hey Sam we forgot the Elmer Leopold Rice but brought all the other knockout. Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sana'a may wish to issue forth with you. ”.

"Sure Salman,"said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana'a suspected that this was preplanned by the two cat. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the threshold. Sam got his metre with the beauteous Sanaa while Salman had the dipsomaniac and sexy Manya free and horny. The room access closed and the sluice valve opened for the illicit duad. Standing in the same billet, Manya and Salman began a rapid fire fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen table. In the live on two days the kitchen table was used for anything but food preparation. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his Edward Young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all raptures as the young stud's knife thrust drove the blueness of her husband's neglect away. Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bound, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly butterfly them as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Manya's luxuria skyrocketed to great heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to take his way with her overheated sex starved physical structure. Five minute of ceaseless pounding into the full-blooded housewife's slit had Salman spewing out spoonfuls of seed oceanic abyss inside her uterus, hugging her wholesome torso ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Manya to be so ravished. His vigor pleased her and his cock still felt hard inside her sodden pussy even after the battering he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue greedily.

Not letting Salman's turncock out of her cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in low bound towards the sleeping room. A surprised Salman understood her aim and let himself hop along with her justly onto her bed. The feel of his still vertical cock in her cum washed pussy continued to stoke the fire in her belly. She craved for another pounding. A young man always came quickly beginning. But young cock gibe back to erecting quickly too. Her ripe body could never be satisfied with a single one shot of sex. She craved for the next one shot ravenously. She was a bunny for the second piece of ass. She was a slave to young cock.

Knowing they had at least another ten second the sex charged couple took off on the adulterous mother's marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent fraught months with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into pleasant-tasting slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her Einstein fucked out of her by the neighborhood stud. Again here, he was fucking her doggy style. She was on all quaternary and he was ramming her juicy cunt from behind. Their combined juice trickled out down her voluptuous thighs to soak the bed sheet fully. The fucking and the drenching continued for the next ten proceedings, during which the horny adult female mewled, screamed and cried out on disco biscuit without the concern of being heard. She gave full venthole to her bursting passion by imploring him to make love her hard and true.

"fuck me hard Salman ”, she begged."Fuck my cock starved pussy. Fuck your champion's horny Mom,"she wailed, storm Salman with her wantonness. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs M could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was extracurricular. He literally rammed and rammed his steely cock in and out of her pulsating snatch till the phase came when she was about to lick. He could feel her bitch muscle tighten around his thrusting tool and the milking get more frenzied. His out-and-out mauling of her heaving white meat reached larger ratio and finally both of them collapsed in a heap on the creaking bed, going through convulsive orgasms with Salman lying on top of the mature charwoman's huge ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her acquittance. The mating match looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five minutes to disentangle themselves from each other's hold.

Salman pulled up his trousers and said"Let me assist you dress Mrs. M ”, and went over to tuck her saree into her waist. He squeezed the flesh there in commendation, drawing a moan from the wellspring fucked mother. They tidied each other up as best as they could and went into the life room just in time to hear the campana. Sam and Sana'a entered with flush looks on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any questions and the two couples ate in total muteness. It was a broad meal and took Thomas More than fifteen minutes. Manya felt a little rawness in her pussy and once in a while cupped it with her left paw in the line of her repast. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his sass. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's interest create a boost ripple in her lower belly.

After the meal, Sana said she had to give ear an art course and requested her brother to drop her. She wanted to be resign of Sam because of the fear of any doubts in aunty Manya's intellect about them. aunty Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched land, as Salman led his sister out of the house, agreeing to drop her. He closed the door shut behind him, not looking at Sam.

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

"Did he do it hard and well ? ”, enquired Sam softly of the cheating 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 aspect all over lovingly and even lapped her sweat string of beads in a tender show of affectionateness. He kept kissing her for a good five minutes all over her nerve and lips, holding her full articulatio humeri and then gradually moved his head to bury it in the full mounds on her bureau. He bit the teat though her blouse, making her groan. He bit them again, this fourth dimension making Manya seize his head. He spent another five moment on her breast, worshipping them before he dipped his forefront onto her wax and huge midriff. Manya gasped as his lips found her navel 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 integral territory of her venter and exposed hips, she was a heaving sight of flesh before him. The sexy mother heaved her hips and jerked them towards his face. The very understanding, spiritualist painter then raised the horny mother's saree up to her waist and dipped his head right into the mature woman's twat. His knife probed like a paintbrush into her dripping pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her bridge player gripped his hair and she pushed his mind into her steaming bitch, so that his tongue could go deeper and cryptical. Sam obliged the lust aroused Old charwoman, inhaling her musky scent with a cheap sniff, which made her pussycat rim dance with delight and passion. Sam led the sore charwoman out of her irritation with his finesse and expertness. Manya was now spread out lewdly, legs splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ Fuck Me'written in bold letters all over her voluptuous, well used eubstance. She looked pleadingly towards her young lover, her eyes doing the asking.

Sam felt her kitty-cat and it was so soaked and dripping that he felt she could adopt three prick. He thrust his handwriting first into her bitch 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 cunt brawn spring up from nowhere to brooch his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her dope leave her as Sam began a slow up and unwavering fucking motion. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His dick had also got itself out of the low fuck hurry with Sana earlier and right now he was well poised to give this horny mother a deliciously long fucking. He knew she would get it on it.

Long, deep and steady came the slash of his turncock in and out of Manya's pussy. She raised her pelvis to allow the replication jab and he held her rose hip to support the thrusts. Their bodies moved in perfect cycle as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor. The sober start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five transactions. Incredibly their nooky continued unabated for another five proceedings till Sam felt Manya's slit muscleman gripping his tool harder and harder until they suddenly released their hold. He gave one last violent thrust into her boiling slit just then to time his release with hers. Both their loss were noiseless, filled with mutual comfort and apprehension. It was the conjugation of souls.

Manya never felt this fountainhead loved before. She hugged Sam toilsome to herself and shower his fount with hot and sweaty kiss for long moments. She lay in his arms for a long time, feeling the cacoethes drain out of her well fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt refreshful and glowing too. She felt want. She felt like a true adult female. Sam on his part, looked smug and content, watching the half naked mother's beautiful feature which looked better each time they made lovemaking. If only she'd agree, she'd take a shit a great and instinctive model for his clash or camera.

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

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the good afternoon and Manya's ripe trunk was already pleasured by four young he-man, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive fan. Each was a different experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, loosen sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her sounds but raised her release grade to unswayed crest. The slack up nooky spread the momentum to all component of her sexy trunk making every stomate of her skin gleam in reply. Here, lying plain ass naked on the lounge, she emitted that glow, making Sam regard in continued amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring centre. Then her eyes turned soft and she reached out her limb to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his manpower cupping her radiant look and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lust temporarily out of her organisation was a bit concerned about the sentence. In about half an hr, her sons would arrive. Her husband would come to collect his bags before leaving for his flight but she could never predict the prison term of his arrival. But she was sure he would forget soon after his comer in a lacrimation hurry. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much to a greater extent prison term they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big breasts softly. His after sex shimmer was very tender and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet sass from his oral cavity and asked him what he was trying to say.

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

Manya blushed beautifully at his wicked line, her handwriting involuntarily moving to her pussy agglomerate, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must deliver secreted a bottleful total of juices, or dear if she were to believe his flattery. She kept cupping her pussycat while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his contribution let his hands roam freely on her to the full knocker. Their consistency once again exchanged the warmth of perfect physical reason. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the love test"?

Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned redder than ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew they had very fiddling or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that extra exceptional style. But she was confused and lost for prison term. Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a nursing bottle of honey. Before the sexy wife could talk, he opened it and poured a few pearl right onto her puffed up, well ravished slit. That made the beautiful fair sex gasp in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread the honey all over her purulent rim, dragging the sweet-flavored liquid state deeper to encircle her sexual love bud. The horny housewife's leg were wrapped around her young lover's oral sex on the sofa, her handwriting on his headland, with his heading buried in her juicy grab. She was already sweaty and naked and his delicious act generated further heat in her consistency, causing her yummy pelvic arch to pop out a slow grind against his lapping face. Her cunt was a mess with her own succus, his cum and the dear. The accompanying gustatory sensation and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved fair sex's body for mean solar day together. Her secretion levels were overwhelm and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, toothsome body at his garbage disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the aroused housewife's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the bell ring. Manya's low reaction was panic but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pick up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She donned her petticoat with the honey treated juice dripping from her heated slit. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly fucked woman of the house, opened the room access to let in her children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their disheveled mother. Her body was sweaty, hair's-breadth uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with diaphoresis. stew had dampened her full cleavage too and Binu found his mother's bosom to be fascinating mounds by themselves. Instead of his usual bowel movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his grimace into her vauntingly segmentation, 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 stomate of his replete bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the copious spread from the restaurant.

In the trend of feeding her kids, Manya got back to saneness until Binu suddenly noticed the bottle of dearest lying on the keep 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 flux honey with tea in the morning as a health preion."No wonder you look so nice and healthy Mom ”, chipped in Binu in unabashed admiration. 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 food that the adulterous mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to forget through the kitchen door. He did so but not before grabbing the lusty homemaker by her waist and giving a foresightful and wet buss on her full lips. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen door. Hoping that her son had not heard the kiss, the lusty female parent returned to straighten out the table, while her sons went to change their clothes. She felt sticky all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had slurped away nigh of the honey and trench within she could still palpate the luminance dabs of his tongue all over her insides. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bathe before her bodily mess was too obvious to her kids.

The bathroom was cleansing Sir Thomas More than refreshing for the straying wife and mother. In the course of ten min she wiped out every shadow of her hot sex Sessions that her torso could carry. What she could not wipe out was the special brisk gleaming on her look which came only from good, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanically skillful efficiency and put on a white, semi transparent saree and wore it without a underskirt. She also matched it with a Patrick White blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her pelvic arch and settled at the lowly possible horizontal surface. It did await like it would devolve right off her juicy consistence any moment. The transparent texture gave copious hints of her crop President George W. Bush and full thighs from the front and her fountainhead rounded but strong asscheeks from the tush. With her full bodied charms being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a lustfulness holy person in white. Her beautiful face was relegated to the background knowledge by her opulent curves 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 doorbell. She opened the door to see the flower vendor. She gave him his most heavenly sight of the day, her fully breasts showing through the sheer saree and her creamy diaphragm exposed all the way down to her thick black pubic hair. She saw his eyes focused on the V region between her thighs and crossed them as if to draw his aid. His gaze right into her George Bush sent a mild pleasure impulse through her body. She allowed him to fondle her hand while giving the flowers. Even as the door was open she lifted her script above her head to secure the heyday in her hair. In doing so the homemaker's intact midsection embedded with that deep and provocative navel point was on show to the heyday vendor. He kept looking on in amazement at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the lady as much as tripped, her whole saree would hail untied, leaving her glorious, fleshy charms open to the humans. Manya smiled as she shut the doorway on him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's elbow room to find Binu also there. Deen was at his prorogue studying while Binu was on the bed trying to record something. Manya took a book and slipped next to Binu, lying on her venter. She took one of her favorite romantic novels to read. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her well toned and bonnie calves. Deen looked at his sexy mother's course. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer flannel saree and being on her stomach, her curvy waist and hips were totally exposed to their gaze. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the front man thereby leaving about LXXX percent 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 clothing she looked a bride who ached for a roll in the hay. Manya turned around suddenly onto her book binding while reading. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally swing out off her shoulder and the bottom of the sari was now almost midway up her thighs. Manya kept reading, seemingly unaware of the body display she was putting on. Her garb was nothing new before her nestling and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her ample thighs. Her breasts rose and fell with each breathing time and her belly responded with smaller heaving motions of its own. She looked a luscious piece 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 very soon. He kept his book aside and placed his headway on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not make any sudden move. Binu began his exploratory exercise of his mother's fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in dense and steadfast poke. He concentrated on the ticklish and medium zone around her deep omphalos and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly adoration. She placed her hand on her son's head lightly but did not take care down. Binu carried his fascination for his mother's hot body to eminent levels when he suddenly blew hard into her omphalus, making the sexy female parent squeal and laugh. But both female parent and son again settled into their various following. Manya could finger the tide rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The juices gushed out a bit from her kitty-cat. She was sure that Binu could whiff her stimulation perfume. If Binu sniffed it he didn't show it but his hands now fully encircled his mother's big hip joint and drew her soaker lower torso further into his face. Manya's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet kiss lavished by her younger son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and ready for fucking from the mode in which she was writhing her rose hip trying to appear pattern. Her horniness carried across the room towards him and when he saw her face, the inconvenience oneself characteristic starkly reflected the burning luxuria within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their peel when he moved his head closer to Manya's titty and said"Mom, when was the death time I had milk from your knocker"? A stupid Manya looked at her son's school principal which was just a few inches from her right breast. Deen felt his rooster harden at the sight of his younger brother looking at his Mom's white meat while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her saree top off.

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

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

The sexually troubled mother managed to mutter,"No milk will come out now Binu ”. But Manya's unseasoned son would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering her to allow him to taste her milk in a infantile demonstration of mulishness. Deen wondered whether his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the situation. Suddenly to his arrant amazement and unwarranted arousal, he saw his well breasted mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one replete knocker and stuff it into Binu's accepting mouth. His tool ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her titty into her new son's oral cavity and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just kept still as Binu feasted on his mother's dummy while his paw were still placed on her full, exposed hips. Deen adjusted his peter in his drawers but couldn't take his eyes off that uncivilised sight. Binu kept suckling for one good minute, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, chest out, wearing a grin 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 remove 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 taste was not as good as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the mo even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unbutton and in the Saame exposed pose asked her elder son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was unvoiced and his clod were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sense of rushing buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her rose hip upwards, actually exposing the offset of her second joint. In a minute she turned and in the same articulated lorry bare condition, slept with her cover to her son Deen, showing him the full and senior high school cheeked glory of her ass. Binu had left the way after his boob suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the well exposed eubstance of his Mom, a few feet away, bursting all over with curve ball, the young son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking tending not to make any audio. He kept looking at his mother's massive derrierre and peered to place the asscrack throughout his frantic masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his oculus off his female parent's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his aphrodisiac mom. Manya did not realize what Deen was doing but was lost in her own Earth of lecherousness after all the attention she got from her son. It did not bother her mind as much as it bothered her hot torso. Binu had got her juice started all over again. Her rectify mitt rested again on her kitty through her transparent saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete strokes since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every ace bm of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to take a walk to cool off. Binu had already gone off to his friend's place. He whispered into his mother's ear that he would be gone for an hour or so and Manya nodded in her partial slumber. Deen took one tone at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed dead body and absolute beauty of her face. He also noted that her sari had now gone correctly past her thigh to just a few inches below her hot snatch. He left the mansion and locked the door behind him before he burst a blood vessel.

Within proceedings after Deen's leaving the star sign, Manya heard the front door ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to unfold it. Desh entered the house in a rush but paused only for a while to choose in his married woman'attire and dreamy flavor. In that White River saree she looked a dream. But the saree looked like it would slip right off her body. He caught her by the articulatio coxae, surprising Manya. Instead of the fondling and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the plication of the sari and tried to tuck them higher around her waist. The saree refused to hold and he let it accrue again. Manya held her husband by the berm, hoping that his plotted release for a calendar week would clear him a bit more amorous. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the sleeping accommodation to compact his bags. He took a few minutes and came back again to the life room to fall in a brief kiss to his daze married woman. Manya limply accepted the candy 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 shaft through his trousers did not jerked meat liveliness into Desh. spirit could not have got more frustrating for the lovely wife.

Not wanting to allow Depression to swing out her, she readjusted her clothing around herself, slipped on a half-slip underneath her white sari and a black bra under her white blouse. She waited for Deen and Binu to return.

Her two sons were well-chosen when their mother suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to take her head off all things sexual. The three of them reached the cinema house got their slate. With Manya in the midriff, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom inside. A crowd of local anesthetic young gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's alky ass sway away from them in a mind blowing manner. Manya ignored them like she always did. inside, while watching the motion picture, both boy held their Mom's hands from either side possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his elbow frequently brushed against the incline of her breasts. Manya relaxed against his elbow after a while, engrossed in the film. Once in a piece she felt Binu's workforce on her thighs whenever a funny scene came on screen. He would just contract her thigh and remove his handwriting. Manya became more and more aware of Binu's hands after that. By the end of the flick, Binu had elbowed her bosom almost throughout the film and squeezed her inner thigh at least seven to eight times. Deen observed nigh of this and only kept caressing his knockout shaft without his Mom's card. Manya was confused from all the happenings, but also very wet between her thighs. Her body knew only one way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting copious honey juices.

When the film ended they rose to provide. There was a long and winding staircase leading to the outside. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's hired man and walked down the stair along with the movie going crowd. There were lot of guy who were eyeing the ample consistency of Manya and some of them came right behind her and rub their dicks hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at to the lowest degree five of them grind their dicks into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a couple of strong kneads. Manya didn't want to produce a scene there and silently endured this vulgar aid that was lavished on her well stacked trunk with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the caressing and groping being received by his red-hot mother. It drove his gumshoe into overdrive and he stored some of the image for masturbatory source later in the nighttime. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to seem naked, then it was his female parent's.

As Manya stepped off the last stair, she also felt her rear getting its live on anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the berth she put her arms around her two sons and the trio left for home. They had a light dinner party on reaching home and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his female parent whenever his Father of the Church was away. Throughout the dinner party, Deen could feel his sidekick's restlessness and eagerness to wind up up his feeding. He saw his Mom go to her bedroom for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the Brother 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 hoarded wealth to the universe. Binu cuddled up to his replete bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the luminance and crept up to the bedroom door which was unlock. Through a small prick at the incline he peered into the room, lit only by a night lamp. He could make out their shifting and moving forms and heard his beautiful Mom murmur many a time. He didn't hear Binu's voice but only his mother's cushy moans and murmurs. His buddy had one leg thrown over his sexy Mom's pelvis. He was hugging into her from behind, his read/write head on her beautiful neck, his tool pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single level of unconvincing garment. His paw which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all over her vast, naked midriff. His Mom did not say anything other than groan occasionally. In the still of the dark, at that here and now, the telephone rang following to Manya and her quiescence son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

Manya shifted herself onto her rachis and took the pass receiver to her ear. Binu's head now rested right in the center field of her breadbasket, his back talk just where he loved, on her navel. Her saree pallu was off and cast out aside. It was Ram on the phone.

Manya felt the stream of blood line quicken through her. Binu's ministration had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not stop him. She also realized that she probably did not want to stop him. She was fully wet from feeling his youth shaft against her full ass and his eagre stroking of her belly and hips added fuel to her raging fires.

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

"I'm back here and wanted to assure you that we can run into tomorrow ”, informed Ram in a mollify tone.

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I'm OK, dear,"mumbled Manya, now feeling her son's script encircle her hips fully while he sucked into her tummy. Her sari had slipped well below her hips now from the top and she could finger Binu's hand clash her speed butt joint and cup the flesh warmly."Mmmmmm ”, she moaned, out of restraint again.

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

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

"Someday we must do it in office, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's blood rush and she barely managed a response trying to conflict the impulses of her son's defeat of her umbilicus. His hands were actually now caressing the bare portion of her upper ass, the close he got so far. From a aloofness it appeared to the watching Deen that his brother was actually squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her snatch. Her conversation awakened his curiosity and craned his ear to listen.

"We will, I'm waiting for it,"whimpered the horny mother into the earpiece holding her son's point in tote up arousal.

"And I want you to fare braless to my authority,"said Ram."After fucking on my desk, I want you to slip under it topless and begin a tenacious blowjob. I'll dictate a varsity letter to my secretaire as you blow me ”, went on Ram."Where would you care me to cum ? expression or mouth ?"

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly aroused wife, her voice breaking away as a flood of juice washed over her insides. This last line did it to her. The searing lecherousness caused by her devotee's lewd talk and her son's continuous loving worship of her heated body carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's head hard as her juice oozed out of her pussy with a military group that wet her saree around her crotch. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his pass so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest which was pressed against his Mom's warm up lap. The lap had been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden tingle and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her omphalus, past the immense belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a candy expression. She had muttered a skillful dark and tossed the phone away, her cheek and chest heaving. Binu saw his female parent's glorious boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her crotch and her saree was bunched up around her hips, leaving her thigh fully naked. His stopcock ached and throbbed when he surveyed the berth. He had followed parts of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the phone"?

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

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

Chapter 14

he perversely thrilling sight of his sexy, one-half naked mother getting an orgasm talking to her hubby's hirer while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage dick into overdrive. He groaned inwardly and ran into his sleeping room clutching his rooster. He pulled out an old photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that night making sure that he came on his Mom's face in the icon. His mother's licentiousness flashed vividly across, each prison term he masturbated. At the end of each ejaculation he couldn't supporter wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her extracurricular lark in future.

The oversexed female parent, in the meantime felt herself sticky and wet both inside and outside. While her gushing juices washed her insides, her new son's midsection and umbilicus whacking left her sticky all over the middle. She looked down after her button to his head which she was holding in her helping hand. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer white saree, which was wet around the crotch. Both his hands were around her coxa and his right hand was infact cupping her exposed speed butt. For a endorse she was ashamed of herself for coming rightfulness when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a wild pleasure. Binu's nibbling had turned her attack on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram's call came. His lewd talk was the trigger she needed to unfreeze her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the impulses. Now, after her orgasm, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire second joint region exposed. She could find her pussy spasm mildly against Binu's thorax and wondered how it would have been in the course of her earpiece talk and orgasm. The thought made the roam married woman shake. And the shiver brought out some excess lustfulness from her pubic region. She was still incommode despite her release because she hadn't been fucked. Her right organic structure hadn't received its nookie sedation. If anything she felt turned on than before.

Manya had gone off to a difficult quietus in the like posture. She awoke, before than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his view. His body had drifted away but his head was now right on her genitals. But he was fast asleep with a half smile on his lips. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's backtalk had been the previous night. They seemed to require to simply devour her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Binu realized the impression his squeezing and kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't necessitate his act to be out rightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her body, especially her navel and ass. Gently she lifted her son's head from her warm and damp pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree fall right off her juicy eubstance onto the floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was half past five. The beautiful woman of the house went butt naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at to the lowest degree an time of day before either of her Word woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the same one-half nude sculpture state. She put on a petticoat and a pitch blackness bra. She wore the same T. H. White saree and blouse over the undergarments and decided to trip up some novel, other morning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into the gall of the dawn, towards the jogger's parking area situated about 100 yards from her house. Her T. H. White sari highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her squeeze waist shape, while the total darkness bra only served to draw sharp aid to her beautifully shaped breast through the white blouse. Her umbilicus was the instant haulage from the nominal head, peering out invitingly through the sheer White saree. Her tail end persuasion was irresistible with her heavy tail end swaying provocatively with each step while her exhibit upper hip joint and waistline rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet dreaming. To the secretly following Deen, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.

Manya felt more and more itchy between her thighs as she walked. The nip in the air played with her skin, making her nipples poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the nighttime's arousal in her loins and her slow physical structure sway suggested that she was indeed in sexual need. Her son followed her from a distance of about 50 beat, taking attention not to be observed. Every passerby turned and ogled the sexy female parent as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some exercise. On reaching the park after giving mark of hard on on the way, the frustrated wife sought a slightly secluded spot and sat in meditation position under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"how-do-you-do Mrs. M, good break of day ”.

Looking up with a start, she saw Salman's father in jogging attire. The heavyset fifty yr old man had been lusting after her voluptuous body for a spell now. Manya also felt her bod stiffen under his hot look. She was dumb as he sat next to her under the tree, not more than a few in from her.

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

"Yes ”, she sighed, and felt his strong and rough manus on her shoulder. The quick tinge made her lumbus wet and her already aroused body responded on its own.

"It's a pity so much of beauty is being wasted. Let me usher 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 avail her.

With a blandness that surprised even her, the horny housewife rose and allowed herself to be led towards the spot, his lovesome hairgrip heating her trunk all over. She blamed it on the betimes morning time horniness, but gave in to the previous man's advances, recollecting his steely travelling bag over her waist, pelvis 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 Old man."You won yourself a big lot of protagonist ”.

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

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

Manya was stunned at the abruptness of his natural process and the thickness of his putz. Her palm enclosed it well and fully and the steely meat jerked eagerly in her hired hand. A moan escaped her mouth and she began a slow down jolt motion. Her body was hot now and her juice began the outward journey down her profuse thigh. Salman's Church Father was a man of niggling talk and all action mechanism, which suited the straying wife well. He placed his juicy target area on the locoweed under the tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, house paw to handle her body. She lay flat on the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single question, he lifted the white saree right field over the necessitous housewife's fair and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy fathead. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for rubber. Her wetness surprised the onetime man and the heat of her cuckoo only made his lust meridian. He bent and thrust his thick pecker into her soaked puss almost immediately. He began the hard pumping, first in quick thrusts, which tapered into gasping slower one. His hands reached out and gripped her suffer white meat, making the physique frisson. The horny wife writhed under his onslaught and her passion rose, making her pelvis ascending to fulfill every thrust of her old fan. The squishy sounds of his turncock plundering her cunt filled the silent air and even in that state, the horny, two-timing cleaning woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not know however that her own son was peeping and hearing, unseen from a distance, in a state of extremum arousal and excitement.

The older man's thick cock pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive pussy. The ahead of time morning dew soaked the exposed share of the horny housewife's waist, back and leg, which was a lot of her wholesome body at that here and now. 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 body just the previous day. The open air fucking charged her lusty body into renewed vigor. Manya raised her pelvis to fulfill every single drive of his with a forcefulness that surprised the stocky man. The tool clasping power of the cheating married woman below him took the morning vim out of him and in less than five minutes, he was spurting out his semen, mashing her full breast savagely. The spurt of his cum hit her deep inside and the beautiful woman got her day's first seed blast in the early hours, when she was lying half naked in the parking lot, obscenely surrendering her lush, horny body to Salman's father, while many other housewives were taking brisk walks less than twenty meters away.

As the old man rose from the sexy physical structure he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any possible danger. Sensing none, he whispered to the woman he had just fucked that he would leave first and she could give a five arcminute lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to tuck her clothes over her wet second joint. The saree was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The damp sari stuck to the curves of her ass, causing a very call forth shot. From a space of twenty meters, partially blot out, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously aphrodisiac and positively vulgar at that clock time of the morning time, with the raspberry chirping around her. Her body looked so used and incongruous with the sassy surroundings with all the damp dirt on her. He did not see her getting her day's first piece of ass, but he could see it. He remained in his vantage attitude even after Salman's 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 Park and relocation towards the tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a legal brief discussion after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the cheating woman with Salman. Deen could only view a section of the scene behind the tree. He saw Salman retain his Mom's back and stoop her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's articulated lorry unsloped affectation. He was on his knees, making thrusting movements, prompting Deen to conceive of that his voluptuous mother was on all IV, getting fucked doggie manner by the Thomas Young stud. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny female parent drove Deen crazy and he began a retentive and hard jerk of his dick, watching the nervus facialis expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his mother. The passion was too richly and he came much originally than the fornicating couple. He ejaculated into the Vannevar Bush before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the park home, thinking that it would be better to reach before his Mom returned from her early morning escapade. He could distinctly try Salman bid his mother a bitch as he rammed into her twat from behind. On his income tax return journey he saw many middle aged fair sex walking around, either with their married man or their dogs, reveling in the morning insolence. He gave one last thought to his own lusty mother who at that time was on all fours, her luscious ass heights up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a couple of years one-time than her son. Sensing another erection he went dwelling house, entered through the exposed kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched unseen, not very far from the kitchen room access, waiting for Manya.

Manya's body was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the furious fucking given by Salman's young cock. Being a bunny for the second fuck, the son's rooster came as a fillip to the sexy wife after the Father-God had pumped and filled her well. Holding her rich hips and squeezing her swaying boobs occasionally the macho-man spewed his semen into the horny's wife's greedy twat after ten minute of raging fucking. Manya got her day's second gear semen blow from Salman and it was not even one-half yesteryear six in the morning.

Realizing that the parking lot would get Sir Thomas More crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would will first, after which he could accompany. Salman saw the aphrodisiacal womanhood he had just fucked rise and leave slowly. Her clothes were weaken and well crumpled. They stuck to her modest torso, making a very provocative outline of her well stacked soundbox. Salman felt she looked erotic in her smuttiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one full-of-the-moon credit crunch, making the well fucked wife squeal in one-half surprise and half joy. Manya walked right back to her house as steadily as she could, not bothering to depend at any of the looker-on. It was a secure pass since daylight had begun to break up out. In that dirty, damp dress, strutting her wellspring exposed ravished consistency around could have led to gang rape if it were moonlight instead of aurora Light Within. Her walk carried a slow rock, imparting a sexy heave to her hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman pinscher. Sam stopped to greet Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual show. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife's pelvis with his nose. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a gripe between the well fucked mother's thighs. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in alarm system. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said"Don't worry aunt Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

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

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

"When ? ”, inquired the persistent rivet. Manya was amazed at his cockiness. She realized that he felt she was an well-heeled, willing lay. The intend didn't disturb her, though the expanding range of her admirers to report milkmen made her a wee bit uneasy.

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

Taking one look at her moist configuration, she realized that she needed to change before attending to her motherly duties of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her bedchamber, she began stripping off her White person saree and entered her sleeping room to find Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a light buss on his ear and whispered that it was time to wake up.

Binu slowly opened his eyes and saw a well labialise segmentation staring into his face from a bleak bra and whiten blouse. Looking down further, he saw the yield of his obsession, his mother's deep and juicy belly button. As he rose, it was right in front of his side. He began with a mysterious, early morning navel kiss, making his sexy mother squirm once again. When onto his feet, he kissed her grimace and suddenly both female parent and son exchanged a quick lip to lip osculation. A pattern had been set.

giving him fifteen proceedings to be set up for his bath, Manya walked out towards Deen's room to check up on on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to greet her. He was bracing except for his bathtub. Deen had to hold another rush of rip into his dick on seeing his mother in a half-slip and blouse again. Her expansive belly bore some scratch scratch where the soil had grazed her during those rousing sex sessions. Instinctively he reached out to find her waist around those marks. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the parking lot during my morning base on balls Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow."Deen was felicitous that she had not lied at least about going to the park.

Like a dutiful mother, Manya prepared breakfast for her two sons over the next half an time of day and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu anticipate out for a bathing tub. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and Deen ready to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed mother got down to bathing her sons, taking only a quick look at Deen's fork. He was one-half raise. And Binu was limp. In the course of study of the bathtub she got around to lather Binu's crotch. The bit her hand encircled his testis, Binu's dick shot up in two sec like a serpent raising its hood. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bath her Word. Binu's dick remained at full distance during the integral course of the bath. Manya forced her eyes off it, only to receive Deen's hard on jutting out through his briefs. Both brothers were trying to maintain normalcy, though Deen's task was tougher. He watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his blood brother's cock, in the act of trying to wash the max away. He did not question too hard why it took one full hour to rinse it away. And now he also found it normal to see his raw chum fiddling with his mother's exposed navel very often during the session. The sexy mother ended the bath and put the shower off. Deen felt his mother's fingerbreadth graze against his cock in a very weak squeeze, but decided that it was by fortuity. Ushering them out of the bath, Manya began her bathtub, rinsing and cleansing herself of the morning's adulterous hint. She felt her purulent lips puffed up while soaping and a small prickling ran up her spine as she soaped her vertical nipples. The pressure of the mauling given by the horny Father of the Church and son still lingered on her breasts and the hot tone of her son's erect cock lingered on her dainty finger's breadth. Her pussycat felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to occur after the voiceless of nookie to stoke her fires all over again. Even Deen, as he left the bath knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

smell extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the sleeping accommodation, wiping her axillary cavity and abdomen along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between her thigh and was beginning to enjoy the warmth, when her son's shout for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without doubt. No having the time to determine on clothes, she slipped on a ovalbumin underskirt and a black blouse. As usual, she tied the underskirt five in below her belly release and kept the top two release of her low cut blouse undone. This was as effective as her standard attire whenever hubby was away. She felt free and comfortable and didn't have to alter unless she had to go out. She went to the dining region towards two knockout pecker, one of which went with a pair of bore hands. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the sides and poking her omphalus at least five times during the meal. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the tactile property and gropes of her younger son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his hair's-breadth. But it was not fun and plot for her pussy. A slow fervor had started.

Once her children had left, the amative married woman flopped on the lounge and slipped into a short siesta. She stirred when she heard the doorbell ring. Her manus automatically went to her pussycat. Every sound of any bell was something of a wake up call for her snatch. And the short nap had introduced a gentle chill in her loins. Caressing herself between her thighs, she went towards the room access and paused for a patch, as if unwilling to bequeath her pussy.

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

"It's me Sam,"came the response, much to the sexy mother's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the room access, only to retreat her hand from her heap with a first. Sam was with Sana'a. Hastily excusing herself for her visual aspect Manya ran into the bedroom. Sana watched Sam ogling her immense, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a dark blue sari over her petticoat. She was still bare-breasted and Sana could clearly make out her pert nipples poking right out of the blouse and through the saree. Sana felt out rightly jealous of the voluptuous one-time charwoman. She looked a big money of sexual muscularity and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such thoughts in her mind, she opened a low envelope.

For the next two minute Deen simply jerked the life out his hawkshaw till he thought it would get disengaged from his private parts. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her boob sucked and crushed by his younger sidekick while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her defenseless, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping bitch to an orgasm in detestable horniness. The last lingering epitome of his juicy mother for his saccade off was of her panting, full-bosomed, fully exposed torso being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling bosom, wet face, glistening navel and the sheer bunched up sari barely covering her crotch, flashed in a quick chronological sequence before his risky eyes at the orgasm of every frig. With the final examination image of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely worried sleep. He was for certain there would be a clip when she would manage to talk to her Dad on the phone while some man fucked her mental capacity out pooch mode. He only hoped he would be able-bodied to find out her.

Manya felt the last burst of her orgasm leave her physical structure. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his school principal out of her bosom and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a shock as to how exhibit she was. Her integral nominal head was surface right down to her bush and the sari was bundled up around her pussy, leaving everything below open and bare from her heavy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt she looked quite gross lying like this side by side to her son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit damp from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of her wide-cut breasts still retained his squeeze pressure and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her lush eubstance around her curvy waistline and belly clit. Manya's eyes drifted to her pelvic area and the mess startled her. Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her lilliputian son began to sink into the voluptuous mother and wife. Her new boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial rights on almost every inch of her generous body and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to fight off him.

"The greatest discipline was self field ”, she kept repeating in her creative thinker. Binu could not be denied his pattern impulse. Manya knew that such urges were normal in boy and that it was dangerous to rebuff them because of the possible psychological repercussions on them. Moreover she was sure that he would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As a mother she had trench lovemaking for her sons and was certainly that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his making love, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this phase. And it only made her sense sexier, better and more desirable. There was nothing which turned on Manya more than the knowledge that someone lusted after her organic structure. She did however inquire as to why Deen did not go through this phase angle with her body. The view made her a bit implicated about her elder son's normalcy and she decided to carry a airless look at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the excitation of belief and sucking his mother's white meat drained him mentally. It was his firstly encounter with his female parent in a bare, strong-arm sense. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to riffle his whisker and shifted her body down to fall down beside him. She readjusted her saree to handle her butt and thigh and slept with her back to her son. She tried unvoiced to kip but remained a few dance step short of sleep. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her bare waist as it always did, towards her navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her hip and rested there. Manya could directly feel the shock of his dick against her broad and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her navel in a obtuse fingering gesture. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing cock and allowed the pleasurable whim in her navel to guide over. But she stiffened again when she felt his prick throbbing against her butt. Its heat and hardness permeated through his boxers and her sheer saree. She was sure that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his putz against her heated asscheeks, but the aroused mother was sure that her ass heating system was interacting with his young peter through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny torso. Her body stiffened further when she felt his dick throb intensifies wildly. In astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against her hot ass without any cause or thrust from his slope. She realized he was dreaming about the ample body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The throbbing against her ass continued like an automatic motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating against the object of his dreams, making the subject of his full-blooded dream quiver and squirm against it. Manya stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming force per unit area on them. The spasms were followed by a sudden flare-up of wetness which dampened the prat of her saree. With a daze the sexy mother realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to find the moving ridge of dismission ebb out. For five minutes after feeling the last weak pounding, Manya remained in that posture to allow her son's organic structure to regain blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached tush and felt the sari around her ass, taking charge not to stir up his leg over her defenseless articulatio coxae. She realized that her saree rode up to the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought process. Her son was indeed on the door of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the sexy woman smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her consistency literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and son.

Manya again woke up a little earlier than normal. The vantage of a wellspring fucked body was that sleep enters speedy and oceanic abyss. It also leaves the body quickly once the required residuum is obtained. The impending sunrise moments were also moments for horniness to dawn on the beautiful married woman. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her sari had slipped away from her articulatio coxae, the knot having got open. She was stark naked on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast numb, now with his back to her. A quick recap of the previous nighttime's event crossed her mind. The lovely mother felt herself loaded once again with compassion and passion for her son. On impetus, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his rest to face her. His eyes were still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering surge of affection. She gently hugged his face into her boob and stroked his back, knowing that he was asleep and couldn't sense her nudity. Her mind told her that this could be the conclusion time she would be hugging her son as a slight sinless boy. She wanted to experience and bask the minute. She hugged his boyish face into her defenseless, broad breasts, allowing their softness to repress his side. She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him against her boob for two wax minutes. Satisfied, the nude mother rose from the bed. As she got up, she thought with a mischievous smile that she needn't wear a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. Life was shifting paraphernalia and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early morning horniness crept into Manya's ripe organic structure the moment she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should take a amble down to the jogger's park. It was not the expectation of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some fresh air for sure. Putting on some undergarment, she draped the same darkness blue saree over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The sari was crumpled however, making her look like she'd had a fiery Nox in bed. With lazy stride, the turned on married woman and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing innumerable admirers on the way exhibiting different level of lust.

"I can't help it if I'm blessed with a lush body ”, she thought ”, as she passed a staring centre aged man. The man's married woman was sharply dragging her hubby away, giving dirty aspect to Manya.

When she entered the Mungo Park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana. She had brought her black Alsatian dog for a walk. Manya knew that Sam and Sanaa were zealous dog lover and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana sitting on a bench, holding on to her dog's collar, Manya heaved her sexy physical structure across to her side, feeling many eyes on her debunk waist and upper rose hip. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their small talk, Sana pointed to her dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to mate him soon so that they could mother a lot of puppy for a whole lot of supporter who had asked. Manya looked at the favorable but big dog. His oculus were deep and bright. Sana kept playing with the arena around his ears and he kept raising his headspring to figure out Sana on her neck opening and facial expression. It looked like a loving dog.

"Tiger, meet Aunt Manya,"introduced Sana, pointing Manya out to her dog. Tiger rose to his feet and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to didder work force. Manya bent slightly from the workbench to shake hands. She found Panthera tigris cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's look. Though not used to dog, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful font with his farsighted wet clapper. The eager dog licked the beautiful mother's nerve, thrilled at her will offer. He ran his tongue all over cheeks, os frontale, neck opening, and nose and traverse it in one retentive throw over her broad sass. Manya recoiled for a second, feeling a stir. Seeing Sana'a laugh, she continued to let Tiger lavish his tongue all over her face. Her side was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn't seem to want to stop.

"aunty Manya, he seems to wish you a lot. He doesn't lick my side that longsighted ”, said Sana'a. Sanaa again felt a wee bit envious that like her boyfriend Sam, even her dog seemed to prefer the curvaceous wife over her nubile ego. She pulled the dog by its leash, dragging him away from the beautiful target of his attention. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her human face with her saree and noticed the pooch scent. It was a bit strong and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a patch longer and decided that she had to get back home. She held Sana's hand to say parting and bent to shake hands with tiger as she stood. The top of her sari fell off her shoulders, revealing a huge cleavage right in front of the dog's middle. Tiger wasted no time in giving a sharp lick right in the centerfield of the juicy womanhood's cleavage. The curvaceous female parent was shocked at the act and felt a incisive bolt of an indescribable feeling in her. Adjusting her sari she turned around to leave.

But tiger's manus were shut to her feet and as she took a step, the dog also moved to bar her. In the cognitive operation, his paw fell on the bottom of her saree, causing Manya to slip over. The fountainhead stacked housewife fell straight on her backbone with the saree getting swept aside from her front. tiger saw a fleshy mark in his new Friend and he pounced onto the riotous char, licking at her exposed navel. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping knife, sending an electric electric current right wing through Manya's horny body. Sanaa simply stared for a moment at the lewdly exciting sight before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juices out of Manya's spread head out belly. His glossa covered every exposed inch of her immense middle and Sana gaped at the full personify wife as she writhed about under the bombardment, not knowing how to arrest the wolf. Tiger delved into her navel several times and his tongue sent shivers all over Manya's rippling body. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana overstretch back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her sari and looked around. About ten masses were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into redness the rose-cheeked housewife quickly bade honorable bye to a still stunned Sana and moved out of the park. On the way she heard a guy call out,"scout out Maam. pawl think like us guys. They are always on the aspect out for a squawk in heat ”.

The man didn't spirit like a regular in the area. But Manya was too incapacitated to respond angrily. She literally ran her way home, her middle moist with shame. Only after reaching her kitchen door did she turn back to relax. Panting, she slowly started to regain her hint. The demeanour of the dog outraged the wife, but she realized she felt different. Suddenly she moved her hired hand to her pussycat and felt it through the sari. She was wet.

Her judgment worked in all way trying to empathise her state. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt aroused. She felt like a beef in high temperature. A real number bitch. someone else also understood that she was in estrus. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few twenty-four hours to get his work force on the ruttish married woman, was keeping guard by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering woman and sensed that she needed hammer. Unable to trust his fate, he held her strongly by her articulatio humeri. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to find the milkman. She allowed him to rest her on the doorway of the kitchen door. She remained tacit and shaking as he stripped her saree and petticoat right off her ass. The youth stud repositioned his ducky homemaker in the position where he loved fucking her and proceeded to return her what she loved most. Feeling his strong dick ravaging her snatch doggie style, Manya felt like a true gripe at that present moment. The thought sent ripples of delight all over her body as much as his steely dick did. Her mind went to the gripe that Tiger would mate to give rise to tens of puppies. For a pass off minute she placed herself in the property of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his pup. Her fertile pussy gushed out juice strongly to meet the milkman's own spurting cock. It was a mind blowing, delirious first fuck. The fagged cleaning lady rested her ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the untested milkman. No tidings were exchanged for a few minutes. She watched with the same smile as he pushed up his pants and left her presence. It was a purely functional, purpose serving fucking, and the two-timing Manya loved such fucking.

The clock time was still XV hour to seven am. Manya had another half an hour at least before her boy awoke. She felt invigorated now and retentivity of the dog's assault on her flesh were pushed back into her mind. Her saree was still off her torso. Her ass was still naked on the doorstep. The licentious wife decided to get inside when she saw Sam appear from nowhere carrying an envelope. He pulled out all the Polaroid snaps that he had taken yesterday and forget to hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was raw. Her leg were spread apart in sitting bearing and she looked remarkably well-heeled in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the need to cover herself before Sam of all the people. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining board. 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 slit closing curtain ups. There was no way anybody could venture it was her slit. Sam had made her pink cunt look like the macrocosm's enceinte treasure cove. She admired his ability more than the grandness of her pussy. However after repeated viewing she felt a warmheartedness billow again in her loins. She gave him a sudden kiss on his brim. Sam responded by kissing her spinal column and held her by her naked hips. His hired man rested well below her shank side and he kept squeezing her generous flesh in subdued comforting fortuity. They looked perfectly matched and at simpleness with each early, like a husband and wife going through the morning newspaper. That was how the watching Deen felt from the side window.

Deen woke up late 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 supererogatory cacoethes. He had no idea regarding the source of her renewed fuck vigor.

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruit of their former day's labor. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty female parent and Deen could see that Manya was becoming conscious of his growing law of proximity. She felt Sam's familiar hand once again find her twat and that really enhanced her consolation level. She kept looking at the word picture of her lewdly spread head cunt, thanking herself that she didn't wear any halo. It would hold revealed her personal identity from the way in which her fingers were opening up her juicy cunt in the snaps. All along Sam kept fingering her cunt. Even her sighs and moans came by themselves and the couple slowly slid into a reclining posture. Manya rested her heading back against the doorway and spread her thighs wider to give freer access code to Sam's cupping hired man. He manipulated her slit without stopping. Manya's vesica was full because she hadn't taken a pee before her morning walk. Now with all the ministrations of her spiritualist fan, the pressure began to build up to near uncontrollable levels.

She gasped at his strokes and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His fingers got in use and busier with the horny married woman's slit. Each strokes of his raised her want to bursting spirit level. She felt she would pee any minute. But the moment never came. The adulterate feeling persisted but the horny wife could not release her urine. The relentless stroking of Sam on her puss thwarted the flow. Instead her kitty got swollen and wet with super charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's manus, her face wearing an agonize look that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no promote time. He replaced his fingers with his tool, stretching Manya outside the door right hand on the terra firma. Deen felt his mother looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the background, her hips heaving and her pussy swollen with the combined need to piss and get fucked. Sam poked her tabu pussy with his finger as if to prove the walls. Manya burst out into uncorrectable sobs, whimpering with need.

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

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

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

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

"okay aunty Manya, you can pee ”, announced Sam, standing above her salacious flesh, with his tool hard and inviolable over her.

The depraved womanhood could admit it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his shaft dragged him right on to her heaving, voluptuous eubstance. She roughly positioned his hard cock right at the entree of her dripping slit. She arched her heated pelvic girdle up and forced an entry for his tool, rotating her hips greedily to allow his pith to slump into her gash. She took his bridge player and placed them on her heaving boob and forced him to demolish the trembling hummock. Making guttural phone that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly excite mother thrusts her hips upwards, her eyes imploring and pleading with him to commence fucking. Sam felt it would be a sin to hold back any longer. He began rotating his hips and started a slow fuck to feel the insides of her boiling cunt fully. His cock once again familiarized itself with Manya's beautiful pussy. Deen was now red with jealousy as he saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless wreck and then getting fucked in a long and teasing speech rhythm. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.

Manya's spite was elevated even though Sam took her purulent missioner style. Both the teenager could see the lust contortioned typeface of the beautiful woman as her wholesome body got ravished. On a bursting vesica, every stroke of Sam's dick felt like it was hitting against a water bed. Manya's horny eubstance bounced and heaved at every jab in the early 60 minutes. Sam pounded with urging to take the aphrodisiacal wife to a much needed sexual climax. The sexual climax washed her inside thoroughly and she felt Sam's cock jet at the same fourth dimension. With a full-blooded moan, she took out Sam's cock from her cunt and placed it above her face, taking the full bam on her heart, nose, sass and cheeks. She licked the fluids wherever her glossa could give and released his dick only when it turned fully limp. Giving it a kiss with a groan, she fell back on her back again in exhaustion. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the second meter during that torrid fucking session.

Suddenly, before the heart of the two teenager, Manya began to pee. She had lost it. The flow rate came loudly and steady and burst out like a mountain stream. Sam watched in astonishment and wished that he had brought his camera to cap this titillating moment. For a total two minutes, the horny woman let out all the accumulate fluids, clutching her venter during the act. She was still spread out on the floor, the pee collecting itself around the inverted V between her second joint. It formed a small puddle. With her beautiful, homely face and well fucked torso, Deen felt his mother looked like a true slovenly woman. A lovable trollop. But she looked beautiful to him. His well stacked nymph mom always looked beautiful when she was getting fucked.

Deen rushed into his bathroom after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the time and rose from the reason gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this aspect on his favorite fashion model and he kissed her hard on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his oral fissure and felt him twinge her cuntlips in one finale stroke before departing. It felt Nice to be teased and used this way. Her physical structure's limits were being stretched and she found the physical exercise thrilling.

A cheerful Manya prepared a idealistic breakfast for her sons and only one of them knew the rationality for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both sons felt felicitous for having such a beautiful female parent. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his first-class honours degree semen dismissal in his gasp. He discussed it with his blood brother Deen, who told him that it was perfectly born. Both brothers did not go into further detail. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling different. She gave him a couple of squeeze more than necessary to reassure him and even placed his deal around her waist when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her breasts to touch the back of his headway several times in the course 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 schooltime, gave his trademark wring and kiss to his voluptuous mother. He gave her ass an supernumerary strong squeeze and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's classes were off because of a sportsman function at schoolhouse which he didn't tactile property like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in wonderment. He was a cherubic and lie with boy but he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his jr. brother. Binu never lost an chance to hug and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or even converse with her at duration. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually normal. She remembered suddenly that the male child who were balling her were around Deen's age or a trivial quondam. The thought made her chill and shift. If she could be a part of Binu's intimate discovery, then she found no reason why Deen should be left out. She decided to bring him out of his casing that morning.

fifteen minutes after breakfast, Manya called out,

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

The surprised teen was caught of guard duty, but he agreed. He was wearing only his short and nothing else as he came out to the living room. His female parent had removed her saree and blouse. Wearing a bra and petticoat she stood before him with two towels in hand. Manya began her piffling secret plan by saying that the oil would make believe her petticoat moistness. She wrapped the light towel around her rosehip and removed the underskirt. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her chest. The beautiful mother saw her son staring at her second joint and breasts alternatively. The towel came to about second joint distance, exposing her golden, well toned thighs. Her nipples were clearly outlined through the thin cotton fiber towel across her breasts. She presented an air of extreme physical informality. The horny female parent noted that the effect was not lost on her son. His young cock tented his boxershorts already.

Manya lay flat on the flooring on her dorsum and handed a bottle of oil to her staring son. In a soft trance, Deen opened the feeding bottle, poured some oil into his decoration and looked enquiringly at his sprawled out Mom.

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

Deen rubbed his medal together and ran them along his mother's calves and feet first. They felt good and well toned. The shape of his mother's calves was exquisite and they looked sublimely graceful. They felt graceful too to the adoring helping hand of her son. Deen's hands went past her knees to touch her glorious, fleshy thigh. He paused for a instant here to teem some more oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out mother. The steamy woman opened her centre and nodded at him to go ahead with her thigh. Deen kneaded the frame of her second joint, allowing the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt electric and charged. His mother's thighs felt like column of physical body carved out of banana tree diagram trunks. The physique beat and carried Brobdingnagian warmheartedness that got hotter with each fortuity of his. The hem of the towel was quite in high spirits on Manya's second joint, about three in from her bare pussy. Deen couldn't see her pussy lips but his finger's breadth crossed the hem of the towel many times during his vigorous massaging of those sexy thigh. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual foreplay. She had to take care not to present it, but her body betrayed her. Every prison term her son's fingers brushed deeper into her interior thighs, her thighs quivered in response. She kept her centre closed but her lips trembled enough to tell the tale to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no option but to rub down her. He continued his teasing touch, using both fingers and palm to administer some strong groping speck on her inner regions. He was getting perilously close to her pussy. His dick was hard at the very beginning and now it was threatening to burst out of his shorts. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's helping hand oiled her stomach and waist. She felt them roam all over her creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few driblet of oil into her rich navel and use his finger to defraud it. Deen heard his female parent's groan and sighs all through this erotic massage. He was finding it as indocile as her. He lingered lovingly around her bring down belly and could see as he stroked her figure why Binu was obsessed with his mother's belly. Indeed it was a good treasure. And it carried a flow that sent its charge right wing through his palm tree and back. Both mother and son knew they couldn't take this erotic sitting for too long.

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

Deen took one look at his mother. Her entire back was exposed right up to her border chap. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hand to massage, he was trusted he would be forced to reach her pussy. He could see the side of meat of her broad breasts as they pressed against the floor. Her hands were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the sweep and mildness. His mother had a very luscious body. He felt he was favorable to be able-bodied to service her in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His hands also constantly touched the side of her breasts whenever he tried to massage her sides. He lovingly reached into her armpits and stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny mother. There was perfect tense knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The sexual tension was palpable.

Deen ran his hands on the back of her thigh and in the outgrowth got to rack and knead them thoroughly. His sexy mother, from the rachis was as respectable as nude, except for the thin towel covering her ass. And the cheeks of her full ass were all it covered. The relaxation of her creamy dead body was all his for squeezing. At one point Deen had to sit at the root word of her asscheeks in rescript to be able-bodied to massage her back properly. When he did so, his hawkshaw came into point touch with the absolute theme of her ass, not even an in from her dripping puss. He massaged away at her back and as he did so, his pelvic region moved to and fro against Manya's lower ass bringing his stopcock into occasional link with her pussy ingress. It was a searingly arousing physical contact both for Deen and his horny female parent. Manya was feeling the scorching stimulation but managed not to show it because her boldness was down on the floor. Deen noticed his female parent's asscheeks wiggle and realized that she was fully in heat energy. He slowly reduced the pressure of his massaging which in bit reduced the pressure of his dick on her outer pussy. Manya was mad with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing shorts his prick would accept been inside her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the result on her young son. She didn't charge if he fucked her. She realized that he was formula after all and that pleased her.

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

Manya got up slowly with a mixed sense of disappointment and relief on her features. She was happy that her son was a formula kid. Her physical structure was unhappy that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her mind accepted that non consequence with a motherly happiness. All in all she was electroneutral to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her chest. Manya didn't nettle to adjust it. Suddenly from the nook of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his sleeping room window. She could see him empale to the point, his middle on her. With a start she understood the situation. Her senior son loved to watch over her. He was more of a peeper. She let the towel remain down and kept her boob exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate, sensual rock of her hips. The towel was almost falling off her full-of-the-moon pelvic girdle by the time she reached her bedroom threshold. Suddenly Manya turned around at the threshold, giving Deen an unhindered panorama of her full chest. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their base and sides. They jiggled sexily at her sudden round, making Deen's center pop out. He had seen his mother's knocker in all variety of manus and in unlike stages of mauling. But now, her scoop display was special and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to fall off her coxa. It was well below her George W. Bush and it required a simple jerk for it to fall off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to fall off her lush hip exposing herself in all her resplendence to her son. Her rich fertile bush, her fleshy second joint, her brilliant creamy diaphragm, her well endowed bust, her erect nipple and her turned on face were all out in display for the exclusive eye of her do it son. It was an awe-inspiring flood of lustfulness that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the same time. She felt a rich release within herself that told her that her erotic journey was now comprehensive examination. wellspring, almost, thought the sex crazed wife to her. Manya allowed Deen to feast on her juicy consistence for one full hour before walking nude painting into her chamber and bath. Deen saw her nude, full moon asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his dick, Deen wondered why he was so aroused. He had seen his female parent getting fucked into obliviousness, not once but several fourth dimension in the most salacious attitude. That dead body held no novelty for him but just now he felt he was looking at her all over again for the initiatory time.

"Could it be,"he wondered with a electrical shock."Could it be that she knew I was peeping. Did she discover herself to me deliberately realizing that I was peeping ?"The idea made him go sapless in his knees. He sat down on his bed, holding his head. His peter was about to indicate a flare-up. He had to buck it all out. And he did just that. His well-endowed, ruttish Mom was doing the same with her puff up pussy, in the privacy of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back against the paries, and two digit deep in her drench pussycat. She was breathing heavily. Her sexual climax was farsighted and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fires within her which were violent, dissimilar and more knock-down than ever before. The flood of juice in her loins had an uncontrollable rush about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the trading floor, she reached up and turned on the shower. The steady downpour hit her with a stroking force on her breast, hips, bush and second joint. For a full ten minutes the horny female parent let her body take in the assuredness exhibitioner 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 memory of her son Deen's helping hand on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his unseasoned gumshoe on them through the thin towel.

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

Manya's pubes were now in a perpetual expelling modal value. The juices always oozed now. Only their vigor was decided by the situation. With sex fully in her thinker, she decided to lie down for a while and cool off off. Naked, she slid her juicy body under the natural covering and tried to sleep. Her hand automatically rested on her twat mound, the fingers stroking the lip lightly.

In the other room, Deen ranted about as he neared his 3rd ejaculation. His entire bed sheet was smeared with cum. In the course of three jerk offs, he had visualized his mother's horny soundbox in all potential situation of ravishment, use and abuse. She had screamed and cried in his imagination as dick after pecker ploughed into her greedy snatch and hand after hired hand mauled her well stacked body. His final picture of his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched woman, sprawled naked on the floor, her nerve coated with sperm and her aphrodisiacal trunk heaving about wantonly in the final stages of orgasm. Even after ejaculation he could still feel the remnants of the tinge of Manya's fleshy, heated body in his palms.

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

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

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

Binu walked into the bedroom calling out for his Mom. He paused for a patch at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the sight of his half asleep Mom. The bed sheet had slipped partly down at her chest, revealing one juicy breast fully. The other one was also exposed fully except for her pap. He could make out that his mother had one hand around her lower abdomen. Her thorax rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully naked ”, thought the Whitney Moore Young Jr. son.

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

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

Manya stirred at the gentle shock. But her eyes were still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely face, proud of her stunner. Instinctively he kissed his mother again on her eyes and trailed his lips down to her cheek."Mom,"he said again in the softest of whispers. Manya opened her heart slowly and saw Binu's eager face about to snog her buttock."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him buss her. Her mitt which was around her pussy began its own slow up effort in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very slowly moved his lips down to her back talk for their customary lot. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to encounter her son's brim. Binu accepted her oblation eagerly. Mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her natural language into Binu's mouthpiece in a tentative exploration. It was the first time that they had an explorative kiss. Binu felt his body bend hot and Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose higher to discharge the osculation in comforter. In the summons, the bed plane slipped right off her chest, baring both her big boob to her son. Binu's eyes popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right breast. He had established his right to suck and fondle her breasts when exposed and he utilized this opportunity. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her right bosom. Manya kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed, her hand delving into her moist twat under the cover. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't assistant marveling at the informality and skill with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the same prison term. He seemed an first-class kisser. The twin pressures were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist, began to gain in rut. She realized the need to find some motherly sanity. She removed her wet lips from her son's oral fissure and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's optic, continuing his boob caress for another ten seconds.

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

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

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

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

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

The dressing up was quick since Manya simply slipped into a half-slip and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten eld now. He was almost a angelical old man. Manya felt very comfortable with him. It was when she entered the living area that both Deen and Manya got a daze. Deen because of his Mom's spare attire and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to come with his son. But she continued in her dress because they had to take her measurements in any case. Three male eyes looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained breasts swaying sexily with each tone. Deen left them and went to his room. But he took up a position at the keyhole to chirrup on his Mom with the tailor. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be busy for at to the lowest degree another half hour.

Manya made some initial small talk of the town with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen old age old. He was a slim lad with dandy centre and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every fourth dimension her breasts heaved during the talk. She also noticed that the lad's eyes remained fixed on her huge, exposed diaphragm when he was not staring at her melon. Abdul then took measurements for her blouse. His son noted down while the father called out. The watching Deen saw his mother kindle both her hands for Abdul to measure her chest. His pecker stab to attending yet again as the tape encircled her full breasts and twitch voiceless whenever Abdul's knuckles pressed into Manya's cupful. He also saw Abdul's hand graze his female parent's erect mammilla on two occasions.

Manya on her component allowed the job to go on. The magnetic tape graced her armpit, back, arms, shoulders and neck. When it came to the cervix, she indicated to Abdul to let down the neck opening by a few inch. Abdul brought the mag 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 scintillation in her eyes and Abdul read out the measurement for his dazed son to jot down.

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

"lower berth,"he heard his Mom say."piazza the tape where I am wearing the half-slip now. Yes… That's the comfortable position ”.

The horny married woman felt the boy's hands pressing into her sarcoid lower venter for a few seconds as he read out her terminal measurement. She gasped and that made the tiddler look up into her typeface, past her fully cleavage, his face inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her center away from the boy. The sudden tingle which went up her physical structure betrayed her foreplay. The begetter and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's body as her watching, aroused son jerked off for the fourth meter since the morning.

It was while they were leaving and Manya was closing the threshold that Deen saw and heard Binu saltation into the subsist orbit. Binu had missed the scenery where Manya was measured up at leisure and that was why he showed a bit of surprise at the reddened feeling 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 top her by her exposed waistline to the dining tabular array. Deen kept observing the daily manner in which his younger comrade kept caressing Manya's shank all the way to the table.

The three of them finished a safe meal. While Binu was eager to run out for his cricket his Brother and mother were horny and restless. Manya was horny because of the immense stimulation caused by Deen's massage and the disclosure that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt great in the company of her sons, tight and more secure than ever before. She was also confident that every act of theirs was out of pure love. Even the lust was have sex driven. Being a love starved cleaning woman with a sex starved body, this aid from her boy made her glad. It also made her extremely hornlike. All the kissing and pawing by Binu stirred up her juice and left her craving for the rattling 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 dead body nomenclature. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him to visualize the itchy pussy nestled between those glorious second joint. He noticed light up beads of sweat in her cleavage which was one-half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eye showed a distracted look. Deen realized a stage had come where he communicated with her somatic needs very directly. He could sense when she needed a fucking just as surely as he could sense when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a good fucking.

Both mother and son were favorable. The solvent to their feelings came in the figure of a shout from Prem. He called to find out whether they would be keen on a family garment sale 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 acquaintance's lieu to hand over some borrowed college assignment. He asked Prem to occur over and take on his mother to the cut-rate sale, promising to join them within an minute. She smiled to herself at the thought of being entirely with Prem for at least an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the firm with his brother. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's interest. It made him glad. The constitute time was six in the eve and he had an hour and a half to slip by. The brothers left in different directions.

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his favorite bookseller's shop. It was his favorite hunting station for his sleaze accumulation. literature, moving-picture show, and cassettes - the place had it all and the proprietor was a well-disposed, portly in-between aged man. Deen walked into the workshop which was full of wrack of Holy Writ and magazines. The cassettes were all lined up against the wall. But Deen began looking into the book racks. There were four of them and a passage separated each one from the other. A person on this side of the rack could not see the one on the other slope. While Deen started looking into the incest collection, he suddenly heard a easy discussion from the other English and stiffened when he heard the public figure ‘ Manya ’. He strained his ears to enamor the voices and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a acceleration pulse, Deen heard on.

"You mean your Doberman went for Aunt Manya's pussycat that sunup,"came Salman's exclamation.

"Yup, decent towards her crotch. I had to withstand it back. He must have got loved the olfactory property 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 mental rejection at the mention of the dog."Dad went first. By the clip I did it, she was already dripping and squishy. Man, she oozes in Imperial gallon ”.

"Wow, I'm not surprised. She's hot way beyond normal. And she loves having her snatch exhaust ”, 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 wholly morning and she'll have you fuck her into tomorrow."

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

"Do that and she's your jade 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 oral cavity while I lick her into preparedness. Then we switch."

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

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

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

"Yes it will…,"replied Sam."Any dog will be intimate her scent. And Manya will choose it. I know for sure enough she'll bed it too. She's weirdo for cock in any variant ”.

"fuck, god dam slut ”, hissed Salman."This talk is making me horny Sam."

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

"Belly ! My goodness. I can't take this anymore. I need to either fuck or jerked meat off. Let's get the netherworld out of here ”.

The bedaze Deen heard his two ally rush out of the memory board. Their talk and the revelations about his Mom's doggie adventure shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her utmost horniness and unadulterated depravity injected a smart moving ridge of voyeuristical tingle in him. Their lecture of performing a threesome with his mother with the possibility of the dog connection in took his vision to the highest conceivable spirit level. In a way he knew such a thing had to be around the turning point. His dick ached and strained against his pants and he kept clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had just transpired. He regretted having left the park former that good morning. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

"If necessary, i'll offer to take her for a morning base on balls tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would make its rise,"he thought to himself. His mind went back to his horny mother and he wondered what was happening in the house.

What was happening in the house was totally in line with Deen's expectations. The instant the horny Manya opened the doorway to let Prem in ; the youngster immediately understood her United States Department of State. There was no Holy Scripture exchanged for the following 15 bit. They rushed into the good room which was Deen's sleeping room and the two hot consistency entwined and mated with animal hunger and free energy. Manya moaned without a break as the youngster's hands mauled her hips, knocker, stomach and second joint with a continuity that raised her heated body to stunning levels of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each other like perfect body mates. Manya lifted her long ramification and wrapped them around Prem's pelvic arch as he pumped hotly in and out of her boiling, extracurricular twat. Each clip he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only unsatiable but her intimate desire was on a rising breaking ball. The beautiful mother was turning into demons that could die for cock. Prem rammed his dick into her greedy twat and Manya's clasping cunt muscles propelled him into initiating sharp-worded violent thrusts which made the voluptuous homemaker's consistency shake. Her breasts shook like two beautiful ripe mango tree on a branch. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking delectation. His cock made squashy sounds as it pumped the Hades out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping cunt. The conglomerate hot pants of the sex starved wife found crimson reflexion as her hips rose in rhythm to Prem's ramming electric organ. She clawed his back and urged him,"piece of tail me Prem. nookie me hard and deep. Aaaaaaaahh…."her phonation trailed as Prem proceeded to dedicate her pussycat an absolute screwing. Manya gasped with each strong accident and moaned with each full squeeze of her mammilla. Her body had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extremum. Both Manya and her younger buff sweated profusely and the sweat flew from Prem's hairsbreadth to spray her look. Manya's grimace assumed contort expressions of plume lecherousness. She was being balled by her favorite fan and she gave herself in completely to his secure hands and stiff dick. Her interior were being ravaged with wildcat consistency. The walls of her puss were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into pulp by Prem's cannon like thrusts. She was gradually reaching yet another mind blowing peter induced sexual climax. 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 cervix. Prem held his friend's horny female parent by her ample hips as she clung to him and rammed his final thrust before spurting out hotly into her open cunt. Their mutual orgasm lasted a replete two minutes. Manya's fertile pussy was flooded with innumerable spurts of her Lester Willis Young lover's potent spermatozoon. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to release him. His tool turned slightly gimp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like dear tunnel.

Manya loved the tactual sensation and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her forefront and kissed him on the lips, long and deep. She used her entire mouth on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful mother's mouth. Their rima oris and tongues remained locked for a total five minutes, during which meter they slurped and slurped on each former's juice. Occasional gasps and murmuring escaped the lip of the lusty housewife as she succeeded in keeping her young buff's tool firmly lodged in her newly bonk pussy. Taking her mouth slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's eyes. Prem, on his part, looked deeply into Manya's center. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness on her facial expression had vanished and was replaced by a lovely glow in her middle. He bent forward and kissed both her eyes. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that position for another five min. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual binge was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his bedroom window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a violent, jerking, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his female parent and best friend remained entwined. His female parent's thigh were spread out and still wrapped around Prem's hips. Their abdomens were touching fully and his thorax was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty tits. Manya's feet pressed into Prem's naked buttocks. Their faces were a little apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful face around her nerve, ear and olfactory organ, occasionally tracing lines around her eye. Manya's warmheartedness was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again. She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly chest fully jam her full bosom. She felt very close to him. He seemed to love and care for her. Her thoughts went to the fact that he was Deen's age. It thrilled her to realize that boys her son's age found her so suitable. She smiled happily to herself and her thoughts suddenly turned towards the one prospect that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she'd ask Prem.

"Prem,"she said, gently caressing his header, as it rested on her juicy cleavage.

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

The act made Manya's physical structure arouse warmly. His tool was still buried in her soaked snatch, at about three twenty-five percent of its wide-cut distance. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband's organ. Readjusting her pelvis to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a petty worried about Deen."She of course did not recognise that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his ear and laughed lightly to himself at the thought process of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best friend while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

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

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

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

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

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

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

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

"I would make out 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 nothing,"smiled Prem, slipping his right hand down to gouge Manya's hip."But what have you observed that's bothering you about Deen."

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

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

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

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

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

"DOE he masturbate like all healthy boys and hash out girls,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes."You are his best friend, tell me ”.

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

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

Prem kissed her frontal bone and cupped her face in his script saying,"No guy would need to look at or discuss girls when you are in the theatre, aunt Manya ”.

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His words sent a wave of thrill into the housewife's consistency. She felt her cunt bulwark try to brooch at his semi vertical pecker wedged inside her. She felt wild.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Outside the window, Deen felt like his egg were going to blow up. This had crossed his idle imagination. It was the wildest convergence of the common horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving expression to it in the severe, most erotic way possible. She was fucking his best admirer as a surrogate. His mother was crossing the finally frontier towards incest. But the greatest thing about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the Peeping Tom loved it all the More. Sir Thomas More than fucking his female parent, he enjoyed overhearing his mother talking about fucking him. It was idle than the real thing, at least for him. Rubbing his bursting dick, he listened on as he heard Prem reply in his voice.

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

"Only"?

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

Manya could now feel Prem's dick prodding at the walls of her snatch in mini thrusts. Her kitty oozed juice and they streamed rightfulness out onto her inner thighs. This was the risky magical spell of lubrication in her sex life sentence. She felt her head turn punishing and her eyes were glazed all over with lustfulness. She drew Prem into her even closer, her second joint gripping him hotly. She could now almost see Deen's look in Prem.

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

"testament you fuck me side by side meter you massage me ”, she sobbed. Deen's drumhead spun as he heard her. Prem was surprised too at the breakthrough, but his pecker talked him out of any thinking.

"Yes Mom,"he went on, trying harder now to mimic Deen's voice. He began a obtuse apparent movement thrusting into his best friend'mother, making sure enough that the tip of his cock caressed her knock pussy walls teasingly.

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

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

Prem could feel her puss boiling slushily against his dick. It was never as wet in all the times they had fucked. He felt his dick bathed in her over discharged fluids. The turned on lady of the house was quivering and moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his chest of drawers into her full, sweaty breast. Manya felt hot and she was trembling with extremum desire.

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

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the cock hungry female parent, frantic with luxuria. Her kitty, thighs and hips responded with wake up incestuous vigor. She heaved her hips upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the young stud. She opened and closed the grasp of her heavy thighs against his hips in a wanton showing of extremum arousal.

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

Deen's head was reeling and his heart was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to start with. He saw an unruly man, shadow and herculean, manhandle his beautiful mother, pump into her puss roughly, mash her fleshy body all over and finally ptyalize his hot cum rich inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't thinker going through it with her son in the mansion made his heart beatnik faster with the realization that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved cleaning lady. Worse still, she simply loved getting fucked like a bitch. While on all quartet, with the grocer's intemperate dick pistoning in and out of her steamy cunt, she hardly looked the know Mom who cared for him and his minuscule buddy. Nor did she look like the mysterious tease that coaxed and cajoled his dick into extremist hard erections with her revealing style of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every inch a horny slut who craved tawdry and extracurricular sex and loved only those things that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his jar turned to awe, his contempt turned to understanding and his jealousy turned to lust. His young mental capacity related her doings to the inability and smelly behavior of his drunkard father, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and delicious beauty like his Mom in his life. The sight of her shameless Adam while getting fucked royally by a unknown only served to name him realize the full-of-the-moon potential of his beautiful female parent's sexuality and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His heart reached out compassionately towards his mother with a easygoing box. So did his prick - with a knockout on.

Suddenly in one swift apparent movement, he clutched his burgeoning cock and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in less than twenty cam stroke - so powerful was his surge of heat for his sexy Mom. Even after ejaculation his dick merely registered a pause but not a droop. He quickly resumed his hawkshaw pumping and this time the images of the grocer balling his cock hungry mother were more vivid and telling. With adequate intensiveness he spewed his sperm all around him in the bathroom, gasping at the monumental arousal that had beset him. As he relaxed he realized that he related to his beautiful mother more than ever before. He desired to see her glad. He loved to see her radiance and live up to. 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 hand. Her asscheeks shook and swayed as she walked, making his back talk water."Now those full cheeks could do with some rough intervention ”, he empathized. He also wondered how his Mom would take to a sound spanking by his Dad in case he found out that his beautiful, desirable wife was indeed a sex crazed vixen.

Deen moved slowly out of the bathroom and headed for his mother's bedroom. He stopped at the door and soundlessly peeped into the room. Manya had merely spread the transparent amobarbital sodium saree all over her full body and was lying on her binding. Her bridge player rested just below her abdomen and was occasionally caressing her pussy. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring sound. Her nipples poked compensate out of her still sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the break of the day's events. She was pleasured no doubt and also enjoyed it to the hilt. But she couldn't help wondering how easily she had surrendered to the grocer, not once but twice. She was an easy lay, and her legal action proved it. She thanked her stars that her son Deen was out of quite a little."Deen ”, she said loudly.

"Oh yes ”, he must have finished his bath, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her saree around her well ravished variety for about the one-fourth time of the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiousness and waited until she had almost finished wearing her saree and just when she was tying the grayback in strawman of her shapely midriff, six inches below her tantalizing bellybutton, he walked into the room, calling out her epithet. Manya didn't get a scratch line. Instead she continued wearing her saree and completed tucking in the greyback and adjusted the front of her saree. The top of her saree was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy berm. Her pap still peeked through the transparent blouse and saree, but that didn't matter. Her present exposure was piece of subprogram as far as her son was concerned and she was quite sure that it didn't bother Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush body with a new mother wit of estimation. He now saw her as a fleshy target too, that at times could take off into uncorrectable and wildly aroused behaviour. His heart never left her generous hip. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's centre and saw some relief and contentment. Strangely that looks in her middle turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing look a remarkably arousing lineament in his beautiful Mom's look. It was the look of a impertinently fucked womanhood. A freshly fucked mother of two young and horny sons.

Manya had no time to wash herself and while sitting across the table with Deen, she wondered how her Whitney Moore Young Jr. son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his female parent was getting mercilessly balled by a stranger. But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie posture, like a confessedly bitch. Both Mom and son had sex on their minds when the buzzer rang. It was Binu, her unseasoned son. Manya rose to open the door and once again Deen got the respect view of her ass, rolling along with his mother's step, with each cheek rubbing sexily against the former, with the whole movement clearly evident through the tractor trailer transparent sari. Binu gave his newly fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the door. He smothered her still sweaty torso with his arms and reached out to get his accustomed feel of her juicy omphalos. He was a bit surprised at its moistness. Even her fount smelt different when he kissed her cheek. The scent was not just different. It was more exciting. And his dick endorsed his thoughts by pressing hard into his gorgeous Mom's flaccid and wide belly. That made Manya stiffen a bit but then she had seen his erections before and allowed it as division of growing up. What worried her was that Deen showed a mindset different from Binu. He was reticent, piano and closed. He was not forcible like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his intellectual nourishment right away and gulped it down in less than five transactions. All three rose after lunch to crawl in for a light afternoon nap. Deen slept in his room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's swaying ass into her elbow room and onto her bed. This was quite normal for the two. She settled her scantily clad ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her saree fell off her shoulder joint but Manya didn't bother to adjust it since she was going to lie down. Her pap came into clear view of Binu's heart and even this was an unremarkable function. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may have had something to do with her body olfactory property he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electricity menses 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 lush ass was pressed hard against his genitals. He was wearing just his boxers without any underclothes 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 squeeze her all over, especially her hip joint, asscheeks and belly. His favorite position however, was her deeply belly button. Manya allowed him to bet around, with the assurance that it was simply a childlike fascination which he would soon overcome. wager around he did, but quite energetically. He would plant life a series of wet candy kiss all around her belly, concentrating on the arena around her belly button. He would nibble, salt lick and blow into that juicy navel, showering all his tenderness into its enticing astuteness. He did that all the time, at least twice a day and more than if the situation permitted. He would continue his romantic act until he heard his Mom's long and put forward moan. She would not shake him off but it was a indicate to him that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a woman starved of necking, Manya actually enjoyed all this physical display of harmless heart from her younger son. There were a few occasions when she was not for certain about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly compliment her ass, especially when she was dressed in a saree without a petticoat. He would swat and knead it quite freely and even make her squeal with his surprise progression on her lush posterior. Gradually she grew to like it, even look forward to these gropes and flavor. They added to her sense of being wanted and enhanced her desirability point. At times she suspected him of having definite sexual overtones in his action mechanism. Those were the moments when he would run his digit up and down her asscrack, give her a big hug from posterior and a farseeing kiss on her lower cheek, dangerously close to her broad rim. She would feel an instant moistening in her pubic region but convalesce quickly enough to terminate it off as adolescent behavior.

She did at clock time hope that Binu would not be so brazen and physical with her. After all he was just twelve years old. And he did not care that his action were being observed rather curiously by his elder buddy Deen. That good afternoon, Deen realized that his voluptuous female parent had gone to breathe without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex sessions with the grocer. Her consistence must be certainly reeking of the combined soundbox fluids of the moody grocer and his fair mother. He also realized with a pounding heart that her unwashed pussycat must be still nestling a good amount of his copious discharge. He marveled at her behavior and attitude and was wondering how favorable Binu must be to get to grope his Mom rightfulness after her fervent seance. small did he know that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to revel in her illicit pleasance for as long as she could, deriving the maximum gratification from lifetime's lilliputian adventures.

Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to visit one of his classmates and he looked into his Mom's bedroom to inform her. This time he stood still in astonishment. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her hips with his rightfulness leg thrown across them. Her saree rode right above her second joint, displaying their ample well curved shape and the garment stopped just a span of in below her pussy mouth. He couldn't see the lips but Binu's sleeping descriptor fully embraced his mother, with his gumshoe thrusting through his shorts just at the top of her ample, exposed thighs. Manya's belly and navel were fully desolate and undefended. The saree around her waist had dipped to extra low levels in the course of study of her sleep. There was just a 4 column inch blanket of sheer garment above her pussy. Every other inch of her delectably fleshy midriff lay clear like a well laid out feast. Binu's head was buried in her full titty, his scent digging right into her creamy segmentation. Both were gone and the pose, supposedly a mother son sleeping strength, looked anything but non intimate. Incredibly it was absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu's crying snuggling and navel point necking, Manya was never subjected to any sexual violation. At least not from Binu. But looking at them lying in stuffy conglutination, Deen felt that familiar tug in his inguen. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their evident public security and calm air. His horny Mom, after her torrid fucking had shifted gears and was lying semi nude painting in her 12 year old son's sleepy embrace with his principal nuzzling her melon like breasts, his dick pressed against her fork and with his legs drawing her wide hips into himself in a genitive case hold. The plenty 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 shake up their bliss, he left the way and star sign and walked across to his classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her soaker body. She looked down to see her little son Binu's head cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She ruffled his hairsbreadth and looked further below to see his tight leg embrace around her wide hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive hold of her younger son on her almost nude torso, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered as to why her married man didn't display this level of strong-arm propinquity. Slowly she moved Binu's leg away and tried to rise. She felt Binu's arms encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up. She found him very cute, even though his hands encircled her lower abdomen, just a few column inch above her bush. She looked down to notice that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her bush with her entire eubstance above and below fully exposed. A thrill shooting through her lusty body as the naughty, exhibitionistic English of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's drowsy handgrip, she moved out of the bed into the bathroom. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of discharge all over her body. She reached out for the hand exhibitioner to wash her interior after peeing, but suddenly for some reason, she placed the hired hand shower back and allowed herself to stay unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remainder of her mind blowing two have intercourse episode late that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to visit his champion Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to work his daily evening cricket. She hoped Deen would develop an interest in athletics like Prem and build his physique too. Manya wished her sons were also lithe, strong and well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making coffee the horny housewife smacked her mouth and looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and her hair quite disheveled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed wrinkle, giving those nerve a well fondled outer appearance. Manya's ass earth 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 cypher 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 special full, jiggly and could drive a saint to intimate rabidness with their high rise bounce. She tended to agree with them. Her buttocks did irrupt out disproportionately from her rather ample hips and what made the ass more prominent was her tenacious and unflawed waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unique gift. Her shank and ass fed off each other's glory. Manya felt rather proud of her tush 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 coxa. And she did that with a vengeance. She was a fine piece of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Battle of Midway through her coffee making 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 juicy body across to reply the door, with her left hand again fingering her slit hummock up to the last second. On opening the door she saw her full cousin Dan's huge mannequin with the self-important face. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one metre supposed to marry Dan but considered him too crude and arrogant. The arrogance came from his wealth but he did not acquire course of instruction along with his wealthiness. Now years later, with her new found fascination for crudity, the same Dan began to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's heart swept over her sexily attired figure and rested right between her thigh. His eyes practically bore into that sarcoid juncture, lapping up the alien sight of her dark crotch hair 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. overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his advance and began to give in - discretely to lead off with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his monolithic arms enveloping her physical structure fully. She could feel her big breasts getting crushed against his unspecific chest and her excited trunk started giving in. Suddenly she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for her, Dan had the sense to swallow, but even he could feel a difference of opinion in her torso olfactory sensation. Not only was Manya's consistency riper since his last visit, but she felt and smelled unlike. But he liked the remainder. Within ten minutes Binu entered the room in his cricket gear and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visits were always surprise sojourn and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive talent and goodies. After coffee, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The moment the door clicked shut, Manya felt a stiff pair of hands dragging her backwards in a half mauling and half grabbing clench. It was a familiar clutch and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six calendar month gap, his pent up lust for his sexy cousin burst out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her hips. It lay in a raft on the storey and Dan stared at the ripe and sexy dead body of his pin-up cousin. Her massive tail end, her generous rosehip and the boilers suit flesh feast which seemed to be aching for his stir up sense of touch proved too much for him and he simply hurried her into the bedroom and made her lie on her back, right on her married bed. Manya's second joint spread in automatic answer and she reached out to take Dan's trousers. They were down in a heartbeat and Dan wasted no time in placing his rigid 8 in peter at the incoming of his cousin-german's hot pussy. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delightful entree. The thrusts began in a brace momentum, with their missional style coition enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lecherousness aroused, beautiful face. He simply adored his aphrodisiacal cousin-german and hated it when she married her wimp of a husband. That weak, pot bellied drunkard was a gross mismatch for his dynamite first cousin. The thought made his already blood engorged tool throb in further foreplay and he thrust deeper into her ever unforced cunt, reaching depths that were not reached in a long, foresighted sentence. There was no talk between the two. Their consistence met and their optic also met in the course of this searing union. Her side shifted to dissimilar layer of lecherousness in tune with his steadily pistoning pecker, while his case got wilder and wilder, as if a cage in tiger had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated trunk to higher stages of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding shaft rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet puss in lengthy spurt of manly seed. Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in delirium during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an explosive orgasm with the treble induction ignited. Gasping and feeling her cunt spasm involuntarily, she let herself slacken, sighing contentedly. The brawniness of her cunt still exerted move back air pressure on his slowly deflating prick until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving recollective and deep kisses all over her sweat covered face. Manya suddenly felt a shudder as his script came off her bureau, releasing his vice like grip on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they always acted on first stack whenever he came home. No Holy Scripture were spoken. It was unproblematic, manifestly pumping and words would travel along later. And ingenious Dan, he always chose the time when Desh was out of the house to make his entry. Of course of action, Dan would be staying over in the dark and also having a drink with Desh.

With the flurry of the first fuck with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously wicked pleasure all over her body. It was the third time she got roll in the hay that day and what she loved most was that all juices were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a stunner enriching freshness on an otherwise calm air and pretty font. Not bothering to put on her saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to cook some Thomas More coffee berry for them. As she waited for the coffee to warm up, her bridge player again drifted towards her just fucked kitty-cat. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the juice variety in her pussy to scatter all over her soft fingers. She loved the feel of her pussy when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the solely clock time she tried to make Desh eat her pussy by spreading dearest all over her nether realm and dragging his head into her genitalia. Quite to her surprise and warning signal, Desh had recoiled and snarled at her, calling her a degenerate. She didn't try it again, not with her married man at least.

As she was pouring the coffee berry into two cups, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully bare. She gave him a pixilated grin when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's eyes once again focus heterosexual person on her bodacious backside and this time certain tenderness overcame him as he reached down to softly knead and cup it.

"Mmmmmm ”, moaned Manya, feeling a light ignite her red-hot body once again.

He kneaded her glorious, fleshy backside for nearly a minute, kissing her earlobe while doing so. Manya loved being held from behind. Her whole organic structure responded to rear caresses and rear inaugural almost naturally. Maybe that was one reason why she found it hard to ward off Binu's continuous assaults on her ass. That was one zone she had no control over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's cock slowly printing press against her raw asscheeks. A throb began all over her body, which gained in intensity level when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen table. His now erect prick was probing her full and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a hare would look for its hole. Manya was wet in no time again. It was her twat drip that drew his hard again pecker towards it like a flesh attraction. Suddenly cock met cunt and the humping began. Dan's hands now fully cupped a bent grass Manya's titty while his steely dick carried off from where it left her turned on twat a little while ago. His organ stroked abstruse and deeper into the horny female parent's cunt, making her straits bounce off the table with each chance event. The penetration was much deeper due to the bent posture and the stab were recollective due to the first surge of lust having already been extinguished during their kickoff piece of ass. It was a long, dense and more delectable mating, but absolutely physical in nature. It was the pairing of two consistency that were usance designed for fucking each other. His six ft encompassing build mounting her five foot seven inches of adulterous shapeliness. The adultery added to the heat of their passion and the heat of their relation made the kitchen defer shiver vigorously. Sounds of their cheap fucking mingled with the strait of Natalie Wood trembling.

It was initially the speech sound of woodwind instrument that made Deen discard the main doorway and walk around the home to the kitchen to see if there was any problem. As he approached, he could also try the loud grunt of a man and the continuous groan of a charwoman. He could recognize the groan of his horny mom but was concerned about the male grunts. It was certainly not his Father-God's and that too at this time of the day. If his don fucked his mom during later afternoons even once a month, then she would not have to search at option dick in life-time, he reasoned. Having eliminated that option, he peered through the kitchen windowpane and was greeted by the most arousing sight of his life.

His tail naked mother was bent over the kitchen table with his Uncle Dan ramming his midst shaft in and out of her sloppy pussy like a automobile. His aroused female parent was gasping and moaning with every gruelling stroke Dan gave into her lewdly award cunt. Bent like a gripe, she was taking it from behind and screaming her hearty blessing every prison term a thrusting found its mark. The sounds were squishy with intermittent slaps reverberating through the kitchen each time Dan's balls slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood hypnotised again with his paw taking its inevitable road to his cock bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing appendage. With every stroke of Dan into Manya's wetly open slit, her son stroked his pecker, matching Dan slash for stroke. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his mother's luxuria. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's shiny grimace, marveling at the sexual Energy Department it carried.

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

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

Chapter 6

A single day, Deen had witnessed the complete degeneracy of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's events, the more ghost he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristic way. The blood surged in his prick at the thought of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The sight of her pink, throbbing slit getting a pounding in the most degrading postures filled his thinker with the stark emotions of empathy for a housewife in want. He began to relate to her more than and more and even thought that he may like to facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her knowledge so that he could determine and revel in the absolutely awesome style in which she received surd cock.

With these thoughts floating in his mind, he rang the doorbell. Manya opened the room access herself and gave him a remarkably impertinent smiling. His eyes took in her lustful anatomy which looked even more voluptuous than ever before. Her boldness was brighter than when he left her and her walk was a lot lazy and provocative. Her boring step imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to her wide and sarcoid pelvic arch, which were rather inadequately covered again by the same sheer blue saree, which had the exclusive right of hugging her full, well fucked torso through unlike stages of her illicitly supererogatory sexual day today. He could have bid a million dollars to possess that saree after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the odor of that aphrodisiac saree for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's juju and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realize that her adultery had won her an immediate sympathiser 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 pecker until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the sustenance elbow room couch to recognise his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the chamber and followed her with his middle until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two pairs of middle went straight towards her hips. Deen saw that she had put on her ashen petticoat under the blue sari and immediately understood that it was time for his Dad to make it. The sari however was still well below her rich belly button and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally have a bath and cleanse herself of the mansion of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in less than thirty minute and acknowledged Dan's presence with a cursory hello. In a near demure way, Manya served snacks and coffee berry for all. Only Deen could sense her intimate wickedness and he loved her for feeling that way. That naughtiness was going to be the generator of his titillating living.

In less than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottle of scotch brought by Dan. Desh drank at double the tread of Dan and Dan made no try to correspond the soaker Desh. Instead his looks always traveled towards Manya's ass and bosom whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his room to study but restrain peeping into the living room where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the minute. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to limit his deglutition and Dan nodded, winking at the Saame sentence. His brother Binu also entered the house and a immediate dinner party followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not ask to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual exchange were conducted with tot up consensus and understanding and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to slumber. Though drunk, Desh hugged his wife and asked her to total to the bedchamber, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An hr later, he heard a rustle and peered from one turning point of his bed sheet towards where his parents catch some Z's, ensuring that he did not strike. Desh was in a randy mood and he had already stripped the wearing apparel off his sexy wife. Manya's fair and throbbing body glistened in the overtone shadow as her drunken married man began pawing her chest roughly with both his hands, after positioning himself above her lying form. Manya surrendered with some degree of expectation. Deen could make out his mother's naked glory in the tractor trailer darkness and cryptical suction sound of his Dad suckling his mother's full breasts like a minor could also be heard. Manya's groan were more out of discomfort than arousal and Deen could make that out in a moment. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw it. Desh didn't bother to ascertain whether his son was deceased and Manya of course was totally unconcerned either way. In less than a second after some festinate arousal, Desh mounted his naked married woman with his son peering in oddity just a few feet away from them. Deen couldn't make out the property of his father's dick, but he saw him try out some forceful movements which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his oversexed Mom had just begun to moan in arousal. It was all over in a minute. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife quivering in frustrated nudity. Manya continued to lie defenseless on her back, hands buried deep into her dripping bit and she may stimulate thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not possess been more awaken and active to the pauperization of his beautiful mother. However he had to simply proceed watching and stroking his dick while his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her check on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's events. She strode mightily out of the room in slow deliberate steps, stark naked and without a fear in the reality. Her unspecific hip and fleshy stern were silhouetted erotically in the extra dim light while her nude knocker shone in lustre every meter some reflected low-cal from the assailable window bounced off them. She was a beauty in distraint and she happened to be his own mother. The beauty was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her married man's hitch gumshoe could only get by to stoke her lust fires. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her lush, naked soma disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin-german to arrive. An time of day later, Manya stumbled into the sleeping accommodation and Deen watched his wellspring fucked mom parapraxis naked rightfulness under the bed piece of paper. What a day it had been for the horny housewife. And she slept with her hand still caressing her pussy hummock and remained in that naked, draw in posture until she awoke.

Manya awoke first succeeding morning and started it as usual with her break of day flash for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the primary door dressed just in the same blue transparent saree without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty dollar bill five twelvemonth old stud milkman was caught unawares by this wanton video display. Her raw dumbbell showed clearly in all their glory and her ass was better than fully naked. It was just a onionskin, sheer art object of cloth pretending to cover her voluptuous body and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the milk and turned around to let out the awesome glory of her to the full ass to the creation of one full minute. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to get coffee bean fashioning in all earnest, still wearing that single saree on her well ravished body. Dan had fucked his horny cousin in every conceivable posture the previous night and together they came at least five times. It would stimulate been a day of marathon fucking for any early woman, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit punishing in the hip as if some surplusage lust still lingered in that well stacked torso. She suddenly heard a soft rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's vernal and cheerful face. He had a packet boat of milk in his script and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached out to take the packet boat. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the immature milkman. Unprepared as he was for this fall, the macho-man tried to hold the falling lady and he held out both his palms, in the process ending up with both her wide-cut, almost naked titty in his handwriting. Manya felt bolts of electrical energy shoot through her mammilla as he straightened her. His hired man were still on her heaving booby and he made no effort to remove them. Manya too did not say a word but stood still, allowing the moment to take up over. There she stood, naked for all purposes, a horny housewife early in the dawn, getting felt up by her milkman. The he-man's hands began to rub down and squeeze slowly, bringing animation into those pile and waves of joy into Manya's lustfulness triggered dead body. The saree was fighting a fall behind battle and slowly fell right off her berm, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an inch above her bush, which was clearly visible through the unreliable bluing saree. Manya stood still as the youth kept one hand in caressing apparent motion on her result breast while he ran the mighty one all over her waist, pelvis, and belly and poked into her navel. His strong finger's breadth reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding his head in her hands and bringing it down for a hot, long and tongue tying buss. His youthful passion and the maleficence of the early dayspring snap on her glow hide may experience forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. milkman understood the lady's United States Department of State and without any further delay, he placed the aroused, almost au naturel housewife on the doorstep of her kitchen with her fountainhead inside, leaving her fleshy, resplendent and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her knee joint kneeling outside the door. The stud placed himself right behind her lush ass and gave some readying squeezes to those quivering globes o creamy physical body. Manya gasped as the position brought about the hibernating lust in her like no other posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like a bitch in heat and almost mewled in rousing as his strong, young pecker began examining its introduction path into that seething twat. A sudden drive ensued, taking even the wanton lady of the house by surprise with its pep pill and vigor. Then thrust after driving force followed at lightning fastness, almost akin to a dog mating its bitch in the visor of the mating season. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her hips and his workforce reached out to mangle her swinging pinhead with the vigor of an athlete. It was the sort of pinhead mauling she craved for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She was ready to give up her soul for this timber of fucking. Her storm stifling of her scream drove his warmth to boost top as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a licentious thrill to both and Thomas More so in Manya's font. She continued to savor the furiously step ramming this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his grip and her breast felt like they would get pull apart from her juicy body. But bass within, her loin, purulent bud and rampart screamed in delight at this special hammer in the special place, right on the doorstep.

Her sounds were only too familiar to her son Deen. Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan's room for a peek. Not finding her there, he thought that she may have got decided to take her long postponed bathing tub. Seeing even the bathroom empty, he followed the strait that he began to hear and walk right into the kitchen. The animalistic fucking of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise him, but the doggie style adopted yet again and the beef like body language of his fountainhead stacked Mom during her licentious liaison stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising lust from behind the refrigerator as his cover girl mother gave herself to this unknown like a wanton bitch in the wee time of day of the morning. The stud shot his load, Manya screamed her way to her climax and Deen muffled his own groan as he shot a huge load of spermatozoon onto the refrigerator side. He saw the milkman put his dick away even as his well fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare floor outdoors, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorstep supported her aphrodisiacal waist as she lay spread-eagled, breathing heavily from the effort. Her face wore a grin of satisfaction and lying in hat affectedness, with the flimsy saree still bunched up around her rose hip, she looked a lawful slut. Deen found this slovenly woman expression in his female parent as being ethereal and closer to nature and truth.

He left the kitchen in a hastiness when he saw her attempting to get up. He rushed into the can, knowing that he might be denying his cum filled mother a hazard at the loo. He brought his dick out again and pumped its hardness, recollecting the morning's turpitude. He kept jerking off, the image of his mother's near nude form lying on the kitchen threshold, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.

female parent Manya on the former hand rose and steadied herself by holding the room access. She kept the sari bunched around her rosehip with her go away hand holding the garment around her privates region. She looked a ravishing sight as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big chassis of Dan.

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

"Oh Dan,"whimpered Manya meekly as she allowed him to hold her by her naked shank and principal him over to the dining table. His hands slipped depleted 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 full ass and laid her, back down on the mesa. Manya let him recline her head and back while he had her thighs and legs stretched out of the table. He drew her shapely thighs around his hips and tugged her saree away, divesting himself of his bole in the process. Manya was nude and outstretched now, her luscious ass resting on the edge of the dining board, with her cousin's tool already testing her purulent ingress. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the hips, and continued to remain wordless as he lifted her leg and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their soundbox so close to each early that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this place ?"

"Yes honey. I have to leave by the 8 am flight of steps and you look eminently fuckable this break of the day. What has come over you ?"

"Just know me now darling cousin. We'll public lecture later,"whispered the ever lusty housewife.

In that intimate position, the two of them had a long, leisurely love, driven by some confidence that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious place. They fucked and fucked, for ten retentive minutes with his hands squeezing and un squeezing her charged up hips and his palms occasionally rising to cup and rub down her trembling breasts. They looked great together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual moving ridge, beads of sudor decorating both their faces. The savage set to kiss his beauty for one finish time that day. The beauty accepted his stake entrancement osculation with smiling amativeness. Five hour later she detached herself from his clasp, letting her legs drop cloth down but still disperse them lewdly on the table. Dan bent grass and placed a foresighted, lingering kiss, right on her pussy, making her gasp and groan all over again.

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

Chapter 7

Manya's morning had got off to a rousing beginning with two peak bouts of sex. One was knockout and riotous with a vernal rivet, while the former was a gradual, mutually seeking making love making sitting with her cousin. The discretion of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zone, which was her hips and ass package. The entire masses of flesh was damp from sweat and ejaculate. Her private parts and inner thighs were completely sticky and an ooze path had formed right down to her knee. Her snatch had been pulverized since the previous morning by four unlike men and she was feeling full down there as if it were a repository of spermatozoan, of the dry, semi dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all sort. The voluptuous mother of two sons felt deliciously juicy all over and her trunk ached more out of pleasurable momentum rather than any fatigue. Two explosive roll in the hay in half an minute between quarter to six and poop past six in the morning was a dream for any thirty six year old charwoman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply ruttish as Manya.

She heard no audible sounds of movement in the house early than Dan in his bathroom and he would allow any minute now for his escape. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her pussy, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after load of ejaculate deposit. She began to like this stickiness because it made her palpate very sexy and did not allow her to lease her mind off sex. Of tardily she hated to think of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must cleanse up for the new day. Lying naked on her dining table with a somewhat satisfied radiance all over her body, she kept smiling to herself with her handwriting around her slit pile, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to have it the most. Her famous blue saree was lying on a professorship next to the mesa and her eyes fell on it. That brought her out of her daydream and suddenly the sum lewdness of her present state struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right hand on her twat mound, she picked up her saree and threw as much of it around her as possible without any wearing pattern, almost like she was throwing a bed sheet around herself. But this being a lot more transparent than a bed weather sheet, her full and glowing body still stood magnificently revealed. Her wellspring molded and well caressed knocker jiggled with every aphrodisiac stair she took towards her bedchamber. Her walk was sheer erotic poetry in motion and befitted the brush of a master artist. Her consistence was more or less covered but the careless way in which she draped the sari left her entire creamy back open right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitor or viewers at that clip. Two of the visitant had already fucked her half way to heaven. But she was wrong about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth jerking off in the sewer and came out of the bathroom and prepared to go to his room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't annoyance to shake up his snoring father. He looked at him and felt almost regretful for him. He felt sorry for his mother too, but there was a conceptual shift in his persuasion in each vitrine. He tiptoed out of the room rather casually but stooped stagnant in his racecourse just one whole tone out of the door. What he saw in the living room shocked the sense out of him. His cover girl Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman ahead of time that cockcrow was bidding leave to her cousin and his uncle. It was the method of farewell that was unequalled for his stripling eyes. They were both at the master door and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping her fount fully and lavishing her nerve and eyes with long wet osculation. Manya kept purring and returning his candy kiss with her very own juicy ones. Hiding behind the pall, Deen peeped at the licentious couple with a buffeting heart. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue sari covered her in the most ludicrous fashion, concealing her in division and revealing her in former parts. From his angle, he could crap out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's workforce crept up his mother's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a penny-pinching romanticistic way. Her face was still on his nerve in a luxuriant, long natural language exploration, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's dick to yet another state of downright hardness. Something similar must have happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her human knee, the action causing her saree to devolve right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in front end of Dan at their main threshold, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mumble something as his horny mother quickly brought out his cock and gulped it with a greedy groan. For the next few minute of arc Dan only kept stroking his bursting dick as he watched his mother's head bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's cock. Her movements gathered speed and his stroke followed suit. Deen suddenly looked back in warning signal at his sleeping male parent when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the adulterous sight in the living room, only to see his Mom's point going up and down at wild speed and his uncle's work force clutching her haircloth and psyche in a strong, passionate grip. The whole lot was supremely titillating right up to the second of Dan's huge release. Deen saw the gradual slowing of Manya's top dog over his uncle's tool accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his female parent's lovely Shirley Temple Black haired head. The grip was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, raw cousin to her foundation and looked at her face which was well covered with his cum. Her oral cavity, rim, nose and cheeks were coated thickly with his seeded player and she looked fondly into his centre. Some spurts had also landed on her beautiful long hair above her forehead. Their mouths met again for yet another mysterious kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trousers and secured his smash mumbling out a well bye during the osculation. Very unwillingly Dan opened the independent doorway to exit, but after unfastening the threshold latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin for one last passionate kiss. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude mother at the half afford threshold. The sight made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would get in the household. The final exam osculation between the fully dressed man and the fully defenseless housewife lasted one full minute before the almost outdoors master door. It was broken only by the audio of a car emerging out of the neighbor's star sign. Manya shut the door on her cousin hurriedly and grabbed her sari in the same move. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing the house rather tranquillity, she sighed in relief and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the approximation of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her aim and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the bathroom and locked himself in. A few minute of arc later he pretended to flush the toilet and walked out of the bathroom as if he had just finished.

He looked into the elbow room and experienced yet another surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up perspective on the bed, covered fully by the bed piece of paper. The bed sheet covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her eyes were closed and she was huddled up under the sheet very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping soundbox as was apparent from the outline she made. Deen saw her aristocratic saree lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a start when he realized that his mom was naked under the masking and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained body around his sleeping Father-God and had already begun to doze. The imaginativeness was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful mother's craftiness and sheer abandonment. She knew that her son would emerge from the bathroom but didn't care. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin a pleasant-tasting, wholesome blowjob early in the morning followed by redundant passionate farewell kisses in bare wantonness before a half open main door. If it wasn't for the speech sound of the car, they might stimulate grabbed another fast screw, felt Deen. By now he had come to expect the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could have been the afterglow of two resounding piece of tail and an endearing cock sucking, but Manya went asleep for a wide hr, cuddling her bare, well used soundbox up to her heavy sleeping married man. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her rose hip away from him and looking into his eyes. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she was more accustomed to his snarl and hex. nitty-gritty leaping with a spate of joy, she leaned her head forward to buss him on his lips. Desh wasn't much of a kisser and Manya had to do all the clapper probing. The normally reluctant hubby allowed his married woman to admit over, but only for a piece. For a entire two minutes, Manya licked and sucked her hubby's lips and tongue, tracing wet lines all over his cheek too. Desh felt a kick run through his body as he realized that his beautiful wife tasted strange and different. He felt her knocker under the tabloid and encountered their naked glory. He gave a distich of quick hug which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to coax an erecting out of him first thing in the morning. He also knew that she liked to sleep naked after a nightly binge of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their dark's love making. But the here and now his married woman reached below to cup his formal through his night wearing apparel, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.

"What happened"?, asked Manya. His jumping out of bed had caused the bed rag to get disarranged from Manya's riotous body and the entire redress incline of her body, from her soft toe upwards, past her ample thigh, one full white meat and half her neck lay exposed to delicious viewing. Manya didn't make an effort to spread over her incline fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

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

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

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

"Ohhh !"sighed Manya in some foiling as she watched her husband make a movement into the bathroom. Her rectify side was still exposed and naked as Desh closed the doorway without even a coup d'oeil at the tantalizing form of his nude wife under the covers.

Still lying idle, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her forget script moved slowly beneath the natural covering to cup her mound and a obtuse, involuntary caress began of her cum rained pussycat. She could herself feel the stiff odor of her ravished, unwashed body. The odor did not repulse 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 elbow room announcing the Holi festival with the joy that it would be a holiday."Mom good daybreak, Happy Holi ”, he wished her cheerfully.

"Good morning and happy Holi to you too affectionately ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her let on body politic and still letting her concealed pull up stakes hand caress her pussy. The suddenness of her son's entry and his involvement with the holiday 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 vacation felicity, his candy kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking sound on her rose-cheeked impudence. She had massaged her first cousin Dan's cum into her boldness and with her son's entire powerful kiss on them, she experienced a jolt deep inside her which brought a newly wave of juices into her loins and onto her caressing fingers. Her left script continued to caress her wet pussy under the covers as she returned Binu's osculate with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some ally's space for celebrating and won't be back until belatedly afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, half seeking her permission. His hand sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his red-hot female parent's exposed consistence this side of the covers. His boyish heart nearly popped out of their sockets and instead of kneading his darling ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's exposed English fully and rushed out of the bedchamber after another peck on her forehead. Manya was about to say yes to his half asking when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearance. Fully embarrassed, she felt the blood trend through her curvaceous body at a suddenly enhanced tempo. She didn't even realize it but her hand continued to caress her pussy, as it did, rightfulness 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 potty seat to pee at the same time. The period relieved her and as she bent to wash herself, she reflected for a moment and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd laundry her pussy and dead body thoroughly after Desh left the house when she'd have more metre. Stepping out of the bathroom naked she quickly donned her petticoat and took the same gamy transparent saree 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 a great deal clock time for her bathtub anyway. Knowing that her husband and Kyd were waiting for their morning coffee, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen and prepared some hot coffee in effective time.

Deen was already ready and so was Binu, since he had planned to leave even before breakfast. Desh normally had his Bath after his morning time coffee and breakfast. Holi celebrations began former every meter since people had to end the vividness and water dunking feast at least by noonday so as to hand their colored and drenched physical structure time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all roadblock were broken in respect of age, relationship and sex. citizenry mingled and reveled in applying colored powder and colored water on each former to celebrate unity and joy. The atmosphere was merry, cheery and very physical too with both men and char drenching each other with gloss body of water and also hosing one another with water tube. Objections and inhibitions of any kind were simply not entertained nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was a day to break informal and love themselves.

Her son Binu left for his acquaintance's place after his java and Deen, being less gregarious, pet to read in his room. Manya heard the door being banged and realized it was the vicinity boys insisting that the doorway be opened so that they could enforce colors on all of them. Desh found this extremely vexatious and he shouted at them to leave. Moreover he had to bathe and leave for work. He rushed into the bathroom, noting the sentence on the clock.

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

"open air up Mrs. M, today is Holi ”, they all yelled in unison and agitation."You can't flight us today “, screamed Salman, the marvelous and substantial of them as he banged the door hard.

Manya was somewhat amused and also worried that they may break afford the door. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bath, he was safety from any color barrage. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic male child before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to open the door. Her breast swayed in a aphrodisiacal pendulous motion as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her full and well rounded shoulder and strongly fleshed branch. small wisps of armpit hair flashed exotically whenever she raised those weapon. Her fully revealed middle glowed in all its comeliness and her sexy navel opened up and closed with every step of Manya. Her monolithic 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 Whitney Young student dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the unassailable went right behind her and hugged her fully from buns in an attempt to hold and tie her hands so that she was immobilized. His cock rubbed against her full asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her deal firmly against her belly. One of them applied vividness on Manya's rosy cheek and kept caressing it continuously. The second guy was more aggressive as he used both his paw to gather color and run them right down Manya's fleshy trunk right from her neck opening, over her heave boobs, all over her creamy waist, thighs and even feet. The one kissing Manya's facial expression shifted his pawing to her fair and full shoulders and the color red covered them too in no time, including her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the prison term, in half joy. Deen continued to watch out in jounce as the four trespasser pawed and mauled his full-bosomed female parent all over under the pretext of coloring material. The one behind her, Salman was having a field day, digging his cock and lower body right into Manya's wide of the mark and fleshy seat and also bending over her look to seem down so that she didn't free her weapon system. Not that Manya tried unvoiced. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this onslaught. Her full electrical resistance appeared half hearted. The young person applying color on Manya's front man kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full minute, giving him steer gropes of her full boobs over her braless blouse. Manya's nipples shot to erection and the dual air pressure of the boob mauling and the dick shock on her buns sent gaga moving ridge of lecherousness all over the body which was so well have intercourse just a few hours ago. Salman simply didn't let her work force detached. Nor did he take away his prick from ramming into her ass every sentence it wriggled during her movements. His fount was over Manya's neck and Deen could imprecate that he saw Salman buss his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once but many time. With his Mom's chest being squeezed on and off and her midriff getting pawed strongly, those few second seemed like a hefty dream for Deen. He noticed the diaphragm mauler getting extra strong with his squeezing and suddenly all the natural process caused the top half of her sheer saree to fall off. There she was, his beautiful, suitable mother, getting felt and pressed in a state of rig nudity displaying her breasts and belly to four horny juvenility who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to swoop on their wet dream aunt. When the saree fell off to reveal her breasts almost fully through the onionskin, sleeveless blouse, the guy in social movement took a daring step. He dipped his hands in wet colouring material and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering breasts, fully caressing their cups and squeezing them in brusk burst so that it didn't look deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her naked and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her mind blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breath and wet kisses around her neck and earlobes. She let the other guy consume his moments with her chest and belly, letting them squeeze and maul the creamy curves. In that state of fury she didn't even notice the look of wake electric shock on her son's face. She had almost turned limp when the last youth who was standing with a pail of water poured it right over Manya's straits, drenching her from head to toe. It was a sight so aphrodisiacal and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks to gape and admire the infrangible sexuality of this beautiful woman. Fully wet, she looked like a lust goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a manner which revealed the bender and overweight spots of her eubstance in full halo. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could suffer been labeled as the molestation of the century, especially since this was conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened the doorway deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the saint opportunity. It all took two moment but the effect on Deen was a lifelong source of jerk off textile. He was itching to run into the bathroom for it but decided to await until his sexy mother at least adjusted her sari. She did so, but only after waving them all good bye in her wet and exposed nimbus. Again Deen could assert that Salman had managed a quick osculation on her sassing before he left .