The shrill morning time alarm system sent rambunctious bolts and waving into Manya's dead body as she stirred, opened her deep eye and cast a sleepy-eyed glance towards the spot next to her. Her eyes met with the not so urge sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breather carrying the odor of hard drink and his dresser heaving in humdrum regularity. The 36 twelvemonth old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to set out another day. Clad in a thin Stanford White blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inches below her deep belly button, she dragged her voluptuous trunk out of bed towards the bath, pausing for a moment to see at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked rumpled and two push button of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brownish grim aureole stared right out of her thin blouse and this morning the death were shrill and pointed, fact mood of her bodily need for a full blooded shtup. Almost involuntarily her men went to the fleshy part between her thighs and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to gain in rut, the moment her fingers sought the warm fold. With an unhearable moan, she gave one loving squeeze between her inner thighs and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a shudder of easing as some of the accumulated horniness found flip release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the Same scant attire she moved to the main room access to pick up the morning time milk. Opening the door, she bent to find fault up the milk and in the unconscious process her full breasts spilled out to form a sexually attractive cleavage. From the street corner of her eye she saw the milkman's cycle parked in the chemical compound and realized that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her day by day appearance. A fully minute was spent in gathering the milk during which her creamy white meat spilled nearly 80 percent out of her flimsy, low cut blouse. Giving this morning display was now a habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 yr old guy. She got her daily starting charge from this ostentation and even when soul other than the common milkman delivered the milk, they learnt to rest until Manya gathered her milk.

turning her vertebral column to the milkman, she started closing the room access, giving him a lingering panorama of her ample, meaty ass and a rousing rear view of her trunk, especially since the petticoat came down to well below her hips and settled almost at the rootage of her ass crack. Just before finally losing the room access, she turned again towards the outside and offered another flash of her huge midriff, with its flaring curvature at the waist and the juicy, deep, inviting belly button. This recitation was her break of the day tonic and a day was insipid without it.

The entire five invertebrate foot seven inches of her full moon bodied, well stacked, lush bod swayed with a rash grace as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a instant to cheep into the 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 woolgathering world, while Binu was sleeping on his dorsum, his justly hand placed idly around his crotch. What caught her eye was, however the bivouacking in his shorts, sticking imposingly out at the ceiling. She smiled indulgently like a mother would, but a deep dampening crept up her snatch, which was already aroused by the morning show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to groom the morn coffee and breakfast. Within an 60 minutes all hell on earth would dampen loose as three Male would rush through their dawn routine, gulp their intellectual nourishment and flee the house, leaving her all alone. The thought made her feel a bit empty but also filled her with an initiative and abandonment that came from the knowledge that she would be all by herself with her luxurious, sensuous body.

Deen was always the first one to wake up. Nearly six foundation grandiloquent, he was a conciliate giant, loose limbed and with the consistency lyric of a good and lovable kid. Manya continued to continue in her dress even before her kids and it had become rule for them to watch over their skimpily clad Mom go about her task every morning in that nation of undress. She had been doing it now for the by 4 yr out of sheer public lavatory and it never struck her that their bursting hormones would one day take cognizance of her copious charms, especially her well rounded buttocks, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

"commodity aurora Mom ”, called out Deen, as he entered the kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his greeting, smiling into his soulful, loving and almost puppy like optic. Deen could see right down her partly unbuttoned blouse and trace the full bender of both her melon like breasts with the full glory of their semi pointed nipples.

His dick jerked to attention.

"Get ready dear. Today's your peculiar breakfast token. Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her full pelvic girdle against his. Deen could feel the heat, unmanliness and meat of his Mom's hips as she went past him. He stifled a gasp as her goody digit inadvertently grazed his privates. He wore no underwear beneath his drawers and he was startled by the near grasp of his throbbing young 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 starting time stirrings of humanness had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His foremost pecker caressing had taken place while he had seen her changing. His for the first time major jolt off had been over her photograph of her carrying him as a three year old. He loved concentrating on his three class old hand clutching at Manya's bosom in the picture. And when he came, he made sure that some drops always landed on the picture, if possible on Manya's beautiful face.

But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his arousal obvious and strove to camouflage it. Manya, on her part, noticed her elderberry bush son's hoo-ha but did nothing in terms of either her dressing or body language to divert him. If she was built sexy and left with an eternally ruttish body due to her hubby's slackness in bed, then she couldn't help it. No strength on earth can veil a woman in heat, especially a woman blessed with the ample contours and heavy warmth of Manya. She had a body that craved loving. She had luscious breasts that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's warm touching. She had a monolithic, protruding, more than proportionate ass that could well be her best asset. It was highschool, house, all-embracing and with a curve that sent viewing audience'passions soaring. There was not one of her husband's friends that didn't want to paddle her voluptuous ass or dip into her juicy pussy. She didn't precaution about their advances and over time she learnt to live with them. Even those long alcoholic parties where men would pander in subtle gropes and almost leering comments while her husband would be sizzled left her quite in control. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a across-the-board smorgasbord of men of all age group lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and kiss on the buttock. Binu was always the more demonstrative and forcible of the two kids. His hug lingered a little farseeing than necessary but Manya made no move to free herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his mother's cheek, this time rather close to the quoin of her mouth. Manya felt his young, 12 yr old erection thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her kitty-cat moisten again. Binu's enactment awakened her torpid luxuria. Though XII days old, his activity were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to snap up her, rub his dick against her huge tail end and let his hands roam all over his juicy female parent's expansive shank. His hands groped the rear of her braless blouse and made sufficiency contact with her cumulation to make her squeal. It was easygoing for Manya to dissolve her little son's enactment as childlike. Only a part of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to remain so that she was spared of any talks with her conscience. Unlike his elder sidekick, Binu knew his motivation and made his moves very obvious, with no scope for any communicating gap. Manya loved it. It made her feel very precious and suitable. Binu on the other hand was sure that he was only expressing his extreme love for his mother.

After packing Binu into the bath, Manya decided to ignite up her married man. For a daily inexplicable understanding, she draped a saree over her scantily covered consistency and went into the bedroom. She liked to be close to fully dressed whenever her husband was around.

Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her quiescency hubby and studied his signifier as she neared him. He was an column inch shorter than her five feet seven in, slender in arm and chest but with a pot belly that grew out of endless hours of drinking, both at habitation and remote. He snored the moment his head hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their early daytime of marriage when she used to wake him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his spike lightly while her fingerbreadth danced around his flaccid manhood. He would stir in those days and wait until she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly, without warning he would seize her by the shank and turn her around to make her lie belly up on the bed. Using his left hand to hang back her saree above her smooth, hot thigh, he would run his one-half set dick into her already steaming pussy. A few gallant shot would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his putz into her tidal bore sexual love snuggle whenever it slipped out. About 60 second of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out a measly amount of sperm into her womb, which would just about suffice to moisten her just watering twat. With an bother grunt he would simply roll off her and spate into the bathroom without even looking back. If he did, then he would have seen the writhing, frustrated body of his cover girl wife, legs spread head, breathing heavily and thighs twitching in rising intensity.

The sight of a writhing semi nude sculpture Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm would accept been the ultimate erotic passel for any peeping tom but for the aphrodisiacal wife herself it was a daily torture. And she was forced to go through this overrefinement on a daily ground, at times with manic geometrical regularity and with the greatest ever regularity in the last few months.

In the finis few years here had been hardly any inspired bouts of erotic love making, which for her full-blooded soundbox was a deprivation surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever prefer between her daily bread and a daily ass, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her married man Desh alive. With the usual cockcrow grunt and without the slightest trace of a anticipate early erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even like his beautiful wife.

The bit her married man closed the john door, she heard Deen call out,"Mom, I need help to lap my hair ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's lavatory. Along the way, she unwrapped her saree, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the Bath. She didn't want to wet the saree in the course of Deen's bath. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a can when Manya moved across to him, her braless breasts swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each step. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's deep and big umbilicus. As Manya bent and washed his hairsbreadth with shampoo her navel and lower venter stared right into his face. It was a treble feast for the budding youthfulness as his centre absorbed he juicy depth of her venter push and his nostril inhaled the musky olfactory property of her bush, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three seconds his prick shot up in his undies, a sight which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting reaction of her husband and son to the very Saame body. But being the mother, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her strokes. The rich sweat forced Deen to close his eyes. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around him. Her custody felt like they were cajoling him into greater arousal. Her big tit would dip every now and then to press into his head warmly while her privates would progress to tantalizingly close to his face, with the aroma almost sending him into a full-blooded stupor. The he felt the water raining down from the shower onto his typeface and head. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He was not the only one wet. His mother's sexy body was drenched all over the top half, her mammilla poking right out of her wet blouse. The stack was astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jiggling right in front of his face. Deen thought he would shoot out his spunk without even a touch. At the Sami clip he was transfixed and puzzled by the total unconcern with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son's aroused body. She seemed to be completely casual in her near summate exposure to Deen, her very own son. With her entire articulatio coxae barely a few inches from his heading, she turned around to turn off the shower, in the physical process presenting him with a mind boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet petticoat. The garment made a Brobdingnagian inroad into her nates crevice and the whole show was straight out of one of those flaccid pornography flicks which he enjoyed now and then with his pals. But he was better blessed than his supporter because he had day by day real life soft porno scenes to last out in his own home and with his very own loving mother. A gaga cerebration germinated in his fountainhead which seemed to come from out of nowhere -"What if any of his champion were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The thinking left him as soon as it came but the seeds were sown. Manya left the bathroom to check on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his dick the moment his mother's bodacious ass swayed out of sight. He needed the release.

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

"It's getting clip for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her statement broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual manner his deal completely encircled her fully waist and caressed the folding at the position with the forefinger finger of his right hand straying into her navel to feel it in a rotating motion. The posture lasted one arcminute of squealing and 60 moment of wearisome and steady pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this display of affection from Binu and only Manya suspected that the tactile sensation was quite intimate even from her son's side. But as always, he would kibosh just when her body began to betray her emotions. He would cease to fondle her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his factor and libido from her side of the kinfolk. But it was still too early to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that someone found her desirable and someone wanted to feel her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. deep, unvoiced and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if possible right out of her brains.

Feeling fully aroused from all the amative attention she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree around her wet underclothes and went to scatter the breakfast on the table. The dress felt taxing and she found herself being slowed down by a silent droning between her thigh. Involuntarily again, her left hand reached for her crotch. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the dress for at least 5 minute before the strait of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

"You'll catch a inhuman Mom in those wet clothes. Go alteration,"suggested Deen, concerned as ever.

"Yes I will, after you all leave ”, sighed Manya as she served breakfast. She could feel Binu's optic repeatedly seeking her juicy belly button and Deen's eyes probing behind the wet blouse for the nipple that had teased him during bath. Again a shudder ran through her and she felt both delight and sorrow. delight that her womanhood was getting its due appreciation and sorrow that her hubby was merely gulping his intellectual nourishment down in come neglect.

Minutes after they all left, Manya rushed into the bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her wearing apparel off her heated body on the way. She unstrung her petticoat and tore the blouse off her bursting bosom as her luxuria aroused dead body flopped onto the soft bed. Both hands covered her full knocker, the palms kneading roughly and the finger pulling at the now sharp tips. Her peg thrashed about as she literally crushed her wax boobs like a demons in heat. Her entire consistence felt like it was on fire and she thought she would burst forth if it was not extinguished. Both her work force dropped quickly to her pussycat hill and she worked her fingers in and out of that deep and overweight zona, causing her thighs to fan out, close and spread in a brain boggling sequence of defection. She gave herself in totally to the demands of her lush, neglected trunk. Her wasted curvaceousness surged with renewed Hope every time she subjected herself to this burst of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as her fingers delved and probed into her soaked pussy, striking a frenzied calendar method of birth control in tune with her wildly kindle brain. The passionate startle rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full-of-the-moon hips up and down on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny consistency to a new tiptop of ecstasy. She felt the tide rise oceanic abyss within her loin 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 bill and let unloose a bursting overflow, washing her pubes all over, making her finger reach furious speeding until the collapse began, first in her loins, then in her finger's breadth and finally in her prosperous, fleshy inner second joint. With receding passion, she slowly regained normal breathing, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the lower stomach, feet still apart in a lewd reminder of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with sweat and wet with her juices. The unhurt bed sheet was drenched and she silently decided that she would deepen it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an hour after her marathon school term she rose for a bath. The cool off water felt comforting on her still hot body. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her Vannevar Bush and pussy. She stroked, caressed and patted her pitcher's mound indulgently until a flicker of arousal crept up her spine all over again. Sighing, she stepped out stark naked into her bedroom. She used a cut white towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own hands. She dabbed the luminosity towel all over her gorgeous body until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her long hair. She wrapped the towel around her hair after ten minutes of drying. Opening her wardrobe, she tried to determine on what to wear when her eyes fell on a light blue transparent saree and a sheer white blouse. She took both of them into her hands, without as much as a thought for a bra and underskirt. She hated the weight and pressure of undergarment. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to feel the textile rub against her supple and sexy pulp, especially around her resplendent pelvis and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a semi transparent sari gave a staring photograph of her crushed treasures and overweight thighs. But she didn't aid. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underwear and she had the unanimous day right up to her husband's arrival to slip back into them anyway.

However it did not enforce to her two sons. She was prosperous without unmentionable in their presence and she guessed they were well-to-do too. In any case there were no obvious polarity 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 dipsomaniac eubstance, be it a half-slip and blouse or saree without half-slip. The total dress was for their don, a fact which they came to realize rather early. The idea made them find right and cozy about their sexy mother. They loved her a lot more for the redundant quilt degree she seemed to parcel with them. It made them feel special - and horny too. And they kept their touch sensation to themselves - as yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer saree and blouse. It technically covered her whole dead body but revealed its fleshy, creamy halo to awesome effect. Tied well below her oceanic abyss and exotic navel, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's ample articulatio coxae and threatened to fall right off her juicy body if she even bent forward a little more than needed. The blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was so stringent and low cut that half her cleavage was on appearance right through the slight saree. The bottom of the blouse was almost tucked into the understructure of her replete booby, giving them life and bounce as she walked. From the base of her chest to maybe an inch above her bush was a completely revealed territory of supercharged flesh. Manya's windowpane of seduction was her fleshy yet aphrodisiacal middle and the horny housewife was fully cognizant of it. It was huge, all-inclusive and bedecked with possibly the deepest and juiciest navel on globe. When she walked in this attire, her second joint and trimmed bush offered themselves to regard in tantalizing peeks. Taking the tush sentiment, the saree dipped right down to the tips of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily drape itself around Manya's meaty tail end. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front of any viewer who happened to run into this horny wife and female parent of two. Putting it plainly, her whole eubstance screamed for a fucking.

The start of queasiness crept into her luxuriant body and Manya launched into her customary hammock caress. She would feel herself after bathtub for about a few arcminute everyday before preparing dejeuner. Now, while she was in that dreamy trance, she heard the doorbell ring. She first looked out of the window and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three days to deliver vegetables and yield. Manya rose from the couch, handwriting still on her genitalia and moved to open the door. She kept her hired hand on her mound in a partial derivative caress and retained it all the way up to the room access, reluctant to dedicate up the warm moistness which had begun to engross her pubes and also imprint a small wet patch on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

Left to herself, Manya would have preferred to cosset in prolonged self ravishment in her present humor. Her judgment quickly accepted the intrusion but the sign to her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a certain intimate discordance, especially between her thighs, where a diminutive gook had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the door and peered out to ask if there was any wise poppycock. She kept just her head out of the threshold, her hand still playing with her pussy through the sheer plica of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her usual pick of vegetables were fresh and she may like to look at a look and decide. Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, fingers still playing with her kitty behind the door. With one final poking, she withdrew her paw from where she loved to save it the most and threw the door wide undefendable. The grocer, a stocky man in his belatedly thirties gaped in astonishment at her dress, or the deficiency of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to draw his care. The grocer's mind worked at the speed of luminance, unable to sound the delectable sight in front of him. He knew from his frequent visit that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a randy housewife in all his firm sales over the twelvemonth. He could blob a hungry pussy when he saw one. Over the last-place one year he had seen Manya in various careless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in control of things. It was more like she was teasing people rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a dick tease indefinitely and his dick was bound to have its day. Her appearance told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any clothes. The saree was fully transparent, showing him all of her. The fecund Dubya, those glorious second joint and the entire middle, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly push button calling care to his gaze. While she was fingering herself the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her rich and deep umbilicus fully exposed to his vista. With the creamy soma above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the umbilicus resembled a pussy in indigence, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to examine some of the leafy vegetables and this made the top half of her saree drop, revealing her generous segmentation with a clear visual modality of her perked up pap. She didn't realize that her saree had dropped and continued with her genuine task of food market picking from his basket. The grocer's middle popped right out their sockets and his cock threatened to tear out of the framework it was stretching around his crotch. His strong deal felt a hurry of blood as did every vein in his consistence. Manya was decidedly the hottest of his customers and he looked forward to visiting her house more to get the surprises she held for him in the sort of her wearing apparel codification. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. titty, nipples, belly button, midriff, thighs, and President George W. Bush - every ounce of her juiciest theatrical role was starkly seeable through her dream like garments. The Arabian dancers did wear transparent undersurface but at least they wore panties. Here a middle mature housewife was treating him to fleshy delights of the sort people only dreamt of.

The apparent amour of Manya with the grocery handbasket and her ignorance of the United States Department of State of her boobs suited the grocer and he let his hungry heart travel all over her voluptuary frame, taking in the sexuality oozing out of every inch. His eye rested for long moment on her hips, the exposed luck of which was like a mass of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only flesh in need is left for this form of wanton exhibit and his beast instincts gradually took over. He shifted nigh to her, as if to facilitate Manya load her bag with his material. He held the bag up for her while Manya filled it with a bunch of vegetable. She had to wind her arms up to do so and in the operation, her upper berth saree dropped right off her shoulders, chest and waist to rest tantalizingly at her articulatio coxae. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed she was all along to his regard. Her face acquired a sudden rosiness but there was no way she could traverse herself up since both her hands were occupied. She looked into the grocer's eyes and observed the burning warmth. His expect sent shivers up her pricker and a fond flood tide of juices gushed forth from her pubes to further moisten her already wet vulva.

This clip the gush of juice was different. They flowed and flowed without a breakout. The dominance mechanisms which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his strong gaze. The grocer extended his inviolable implements of war towards her exposed hips and dragged her closer. His manly touch sensation did the fast one. It was the speck of a man, potent and reassuring. It was also the traction of a testosterone plentiful male person which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his former hand gripped her rightfulness 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 breasts jiggled at his action. His mitt on her meaty hips encountered raw passion and he realized that this juicy body was being wasted. He could hear a one-half sob as he strengthened his keep on her get down hip and turned her around. Her mellow rising slope tooshie came into hot contact with his prick and even through the sheer garment, their heat took him by surprise. If ever there was a hornier char, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he manage to know.

With one I tug, the saree came right off her hot pelvis and fell in a deal at her feet. Manya was still in a full-blooded shock as she allowed him to anything he pleased. She moaned as he felt his hands caress her plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her bum and kneaded it. The kneading keep on and Manya got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of restraining him. Her tingling kitty-cat was now dripping at the relief of this grocer. Her ramification parted on their own conformity and he reached down to conduct his squeezing into her inner thighs and finally her seething, soaked slit. That set off her accumulated starve trigger and she cried out in lost craving and fell right down onto her knees.

In that posture she presented an awesome ken on all fours. Her case was glazed with lust and her ass quivered in wanton lust. She wriggled her hips and pressed backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his trousers and brought out his blade hard putz, which was now throbbing with as lots anticipation as the horny housewife's pussycat. He cast one glance at the crawling manakin of the beautiful char before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a cunt in heat. She needed a fucking and like Scheol, he was going to give her one.

In one unmarried dip he entered right into her nest, her wet puss walls giving an over lubricate welcome. Manya shrieked in Passion of Christ and cried out in lustfulness. He began stroking into her slushy kitty with gradual motions. The luxuria crazed lady of the house screamed for harder strokes and driven by her wanton behavior, he thrust harder and faster. His huge dick, which she hadn't even seen, made enraged inroads into her tender but hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new zone of passion. The pumping lasted five scalding min and the sheer novelty and heat of the situation overcame both of them. He reached his sexual climax with a roar and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like gripe. On all fours, she was letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over sexed bitch. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing but turncock money box he spurted his semen in various hanker squirt abstruse inside her womb and all over her back and ass. He came so much that his virility surprised the under utilised wife.

Like a true superpatriotic male he just released her hips with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trousers before she could turn around. Her still convulsing consistence was recovering from the delicious onslaught and she looked up gradually towards his body. Her world-class glance went towards his crotch but was disappointed to see that he had already put his charwoman pleaser away. There she was, lying well fucked by a peter 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 cower carriage. She was still in heat and she still looked a bitch. Her ass felt well gripped and handled. Her pussy felt well pumped. Her judgment was well unwind. Her breasts however still ached for a caress and that ache got transferred again to her twat. A mild heating began within her lumbus and this surprised Manya. What was the extent of her appetite, she wondered.

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the first two buttons undone as always. Her saree was in her hands and she tried to decide whether to put it on or go for a washing. Her thighs were gluey and some cum still settled wetly over her puffy pussy lips. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her fingers over her cunt sass and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her fingers and brought them to her nose."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the aroma. Then suddenly the door bell rang. Surprised and alarmed at the untimely gang, she hastily began to meet the saree over her devastate hips. It was a relatively slower process since she did not have the benefit of a petticoat.

"Who's this"? She called out.

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

Partly relieved but still alarmed she draped her saree quickly around herself. Now she didn't have to care about ne plus ultra in garb since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to fuck her just s a trivial while ago coupled with the freshly fucked tactile sensation still coating her gage made the housewife a wee bit hangdog. She managed to wear the sari quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her crotch to once again form a sticky patch out in movement. She opened the threshold to let Deen in. He said that his good afternoon classes were cancelled and he had no temper to go to the library.

Walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different. Her pilus was disheveled and her sari looked rumpled in a peculiar fashion. Her pantie blouse was wet with fret. If it wasn't for the glow on her face, he would throw presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen employment. As she walked towards the couch in the livelihood room, he noticed the languid movements of her hips and the slacken roll of her hips. The sway was dull but aphrodisiacal. It was an indescribable mess but she looked unlike. Suddenly he noticed the dull mend around her privates on the transparent saree. It looked so provocative, just below her rich George W. Bush. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too deep to amend thing. In a bid to make the atmosphere more cursory, she spread her thighs out and tried to relax on the couch. Her posture became rather lewd for her teen son and he began to have the familiar stirring in his loins which looking at his sexy female parent for Sir Thomas More than a minute always produced. At this stage Manya asked her son to accept a bathroom so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the bathroom, glad that he could hide his arousal.

Manya was still lying in that obscene get on the couch when she heard the primary door open slightly. She had forgotten to lock it after Deen's comer. It opened wider and in came the grocer. She panicked and hissed at him to go away, pointing at the lavatory where her son was bathing. But he had not come to leave. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the morning's astounding developments, especially the easiness with which he could enter Manya's hot pussy. Soon his thoughts led to a bursting hard on and he felt the time was still convenient enough for another go at the gorgeous small-arm of ass, which would be doing zero 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 sprain over, unzipping his trousers in the Sami motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the bathroom doorway where Deen was. With strong and silent efficiency, he once again gripped her voluptuous hips and shook her like a doll. Manya's body throbbed with renewed lustfulness and her kitty-cat started dripping in record time. The risk in the situation was obscured by the heating of his humanity pressing against her already nude ass. He had merely hiked her saree up and thrust his dick right into her unforced and wet snatch. The pumping began instantaneously and her bitch muscles started clasping his putz in greed, milking it to new heights of warmth. She could still find out the shower and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the same gripe strength. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lust and X. Her body responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a productive dose of ejaculate deep inside her lumbus. She absorbed every drop of his lovable cum and reveled in the sudden and explosive climax which the illicit encounter produced. In record speed, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a quick honorable bye. By the time, she moved from kick attitude to formula carriage, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in pleasure and absolute curiosity that she had been fucked twice in no clip. Again she didn't even see the prick that gave her so much joy. But more exciting was the thought that her son was right in the following room, but didn't know about it. How wrong she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to emerge from the lav. After all 2 dork offs in ten minute need some time for recovery.

The four youthful predator left her door and Manya shut it with a mixed feeling. She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the bath. Yet she felt a tingling in her loins and an ache in her titty from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her full phase of the moon consent. The simultaneous pressure of four twain of hands and one dick on her superfluous wholesome body under the pretext of festivity did its own matter to her bodily reaction and right now she had lost all the touch of satiation which the two mind blowing orgasms with the milkman and her cousin had given her. Instead her fork and pussycat experienced a regenerate itch from all the young smooching she received. The scabies was now spreading all over her inner thigh - such was the shock of raw vim on her mature bosomy organic structure. After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto the flooring, her saree still off her shoulder, her dead body still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighborhood catamount and photographer. Sam was a sensitive and soft spoken kid next doorway who always had that adulatory tone in his middle but not that raw passion. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his view was also a bit distant and appreciative rather than physical, which was what nearly people who came into contact with Manya became.

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

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

"Let's go to the bedroom Mom ”, he said as he tried to assist her to her feet. Manya allowed him to serve her. Her sari was still down and as she rose, her to the full cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his face. Deen was still on his knees as he helped his mother to fend up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the centre of a fully undefendable, huge midriff stared right into his face, barely a dyad of in from his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nuzzle pigeon berry her navel point, making Manya tremor again for a second. Deen rose and placed his blazonry right around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the sleeping room. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to release her and put it onto his female parent's sexy, lewdly exposed consistency. He liked the feel 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 fount for a second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the bathroom door opening and rushed out of the way, clutching his erection, leaving his Father to confront his lusty female parent, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed, with her saree top thrown aside, her expansive midriff and belly disseminate out to any body's gaze.

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

Manya, whose manpower were almost about to run towards her pussy, got back to her weed on hearing her husband's screams."It's all right hand. They are just boy and it's Holi. We have to be a part of the neighbourhood at to the lowest degree on festive occasions. Leave it ”, she reasoned.

Desh was pacified when he heard his wife's equanimity vox and he bent down, gave her a quick kiss on her throbbing lips and left for the room access, uttering a loud good bye. He would not be back until late evening.

The briny door clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's handwriting went slowly to her crotch. It was spontaneous, built on age of experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly recollected the first light's adventure, dwelling a few moments longer on Salman's vigorous drive on her saree covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her kitty-cat through her reduce saree and half-slip as she remembered his fleeting kisses on her neck, cheek, earlobes and finally her lips. The finesse with which her sexy dead body was manhandled by four studs, without the flimsy room for complaint left her stunned and deep within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their opening and thanks for choosing and appreciating her soundbox of all the charwoman in the area.

Deen entered the bedroom after his founder's expiration more to check over on his Mom's condition. He needed no promote proof of her well being the moment he saw her lying on the bed, heart closed and fingering her twat through her sari. He heaved a sigh of sculptural relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.

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

The pussy caressing female parent slowly opened her center and told her son that it may be just to wait until noon till the entire neighbourhood is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not film repeated baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her manus from the cumulus she was caressing with a good deal charge. Deen left her on the bed and noted the clip. It was just half past nine and the festival was still Danton True Young. However he headed towards his room for a bit of reading, thinking that his Mom needed a rest.

Manya rested but only for a few hour. She realized that there was some washing of clothes to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulders. It remained off her shoulders when Manya picked up all the clothes from the privy and shoved them into the laundry simple machine. It remained off her shoulders when Manya threw her white blouse of yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained off her articulatio humeri when Manya contemplated whether the saree she was wearing needed to go into the auto. Since there were a few hours still left for her bath, she decided not to remove her sari and clicked the washing machine on. The sudden activation of the automobile when her hands were still on it, sent a throbbing right through her lusty body. She sat down next to the machine, her remaining hand on the political machine and the right hand inside her pussy, probing through her sari. For a wide-cut ten minutes she caressed herself to the electrical rhythm 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 attestator to his mother's one-half naked form next to the automobile, heaving and panting with the last fusillade of orgasm shuddering through her full body."What a horny womanhood ”, thought the amaze son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to relax from the surrogate dismissal she had just experienced. She heard another ring of the doorway campana. Deen answered the door and came to tell Manya that all the convict of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbour construction. A total of fifty guest were expected, from the category of all Quaker. A few secret plan were also planned to make the show lively. Manya agreed to come along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to convert out of her present attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the opening 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 second in the mirror and saw that her clothes stuck to her soundbox, wetly caressing her sexy curves and made her aspect rather provocative. She quickly shook the thought from her creative thinker logical thinking that just about all would be wet in a Holi assemblage. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless shoulder, she left the house alongwith her elder son towards the next doorway terrace.

In the lift heading upwards to the terrace were two other kinfolk and then there was Salman. Manya met his eyes 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 morning of fun and secret plan. About twenty women and xxx five men of all ages graced the affair. Manya was the prize pick amongst the women and the fact that she came without her hubby did not aid topic. Every putz on the terrace was raise within minute of arc of Manya's launching, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

In the first game, everyone was made to sit in a band and one person would run around with a handkerchief in paw. He would drop down the handkerchief behind any person's back and that one had to discover it, pick it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind someone else's rear. Sam ran around world-class and after three one shot dropped it behind Manya's aphrodisiacal back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a set. As she ran, her big breasts under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with exaggerated DOE. Her wet saree hugged her huge ass and they jiggled sexily with every measure she took. If viewed in tiresome motion, Manya's run would cause been the begrimed run of all time for the sheer intimate free energy it conveyed. She took three R-2 and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind aphrodisiac Manya's ass. Manya didn't notification it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to bet behind her ass. She did so and rose with the handkerchief in hand. She ran around and dropped it this time behind Salman. Salman was almost expecting it. He took two rounds and again dropped it behind Manya's lush behind. Manya rose and began her hawkshaw stiffening run with her voluptuous body bouncing and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all. It was soon very bring in that Manya was the dropping butt because everyone wanted to see her sexy body in move. Manya realized it too but did not dissent. She was hoping someone would see. Salman did and he suggested they play a different game called penalty. Manya sighed and looked at him in relief and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet loins again.

In this game the youngest member had to foot a name from lots drawn and that epithet would cause to match with a punishment decided by the immature appendage again. Deen being the youngest picked up a public figure and much to everyone'surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and register out the selected punishment."brand snack for all fifty people in half an hr. choose one person to help you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a moment, wondering whom to nibble for assist. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not promptly enough to help her in this form of job. Noticing Salman's shining feel in her direction, she pointed her dainty finger in his direction. With a roar, everyone directed the couple to the kitchen in the basement, where the token for sandwich readiness lay. cipher else was allowed to enter the basement and it would think of a foul with further punishment.

Manya and Salman rushed into the elevator in a haste and Salman pressed the door shut, clicking the cellar clitoris. Deen watched in stake as he saw his mother's fleshy nates disappear into the face lift alongwith Salman. Her creamy book binding with the saree right down to her ass was the live he saw of his juicy mom for the next one-half an 60 minutes. He also saw Salman place his hand on his mother's ass just before closing the elevator door, as if ushering her in.

The bit the elevator threshold shut, Manya felt Salman's bridge player grab her knocker through the braless blouse. Without a moment's warning he proceeded to maul them, much in the Sami way she experienced in the morning. Her sari was half off and he dipped his forefront down to buss her roughly on her wet lips.

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

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

"We don't have clock time Salman. bite have to be made ”, she protested. her protest was meek because his squeezing of her one-half exposed breasts had already started the juice mill in her loins. A steady drip began and her objection thereafter were merely symbolic. Even before the lift reached the basement, he had her saree right off her plushy body and he ushered her out of the lift, sari in script towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a soul there as per the plot. On his cell speech sound, he rang up the topical anesthetic restaurant owned by his own family and ordered them to surrender fifty mail boat of sandwiches within twenty dollar bill proceedings at the basement. Putting the phone away, he looked at her entire body, clad only in underskirt and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his regard with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny housewife by the shoulders and threw her on the basement storey in one quickly question, raising her petticoat over her second joint. One hired hand mauled her breast while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond mention in double prompt metre. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare storey and flipped herself around, presenting her round, wax ass to the new he-man who had pawed her so strongly this morning. He had also agreed to avail her in the game and that made her more grateful. She bent on all tetrad and rock her ass at him as if to express her gratitude.Things happened in endorsement as Salman, who already had his dick out, positioned himself behind the beautiful homemaker's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite right on given the situation. Manya took his drive with pant and yelps initially. As the powerful pistoning into her pussy assumed a new story, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful cleaning lady who was the wet pipe dream of the neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to swallow their gumshoe into this lusty char's pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His workforce reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon like dope. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in the forenoon but here, he was making up with a vengeance. dumbbell and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten minute busrt of love which made Manya's head twirl and cunt go idle with secretion. Her sarcoid pelvic arch and to the full breasts got the ‘ real man treatment'from the studhorse and Manya screamed in lecherousness at every thrust of his manhood. The alarm in his cellphone rang to signalize the elapsing of ten arcminute and Salman rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly aflame wife's lewdly presented puss."Bitch, take away it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding dozens all over her ass and inside her heated love nest.

Manya rose gently, raw except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the rut of his lecherousness. When their combined heat receded, they heard the cellar Melville Bell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up his pant and went to piece up the snacks which would take in arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the articulation of Salman's father, who ran the eating place. She heard some decisiveness being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a blowjob if there's sentence"… and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his pants. audio of something being unpack came from the former side of the paries. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said"We have fifteen more minutes and my Dad is finishing the snack arranging. We'll not be late."

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

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

"My good Manya, what are you truning into ”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to enjoy the 2nd fuck Salman was throwing into her hungry, wind up slit. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her body all over and sending her into a supercharge state of lust. Manya gave herself up to his manly ravishment and continued to milk his dick with her cunt until they both came together in a shattering orgasm. Her second orgasm in less than thirty minutes with a 1st clip lover seemed so associate, gratifying and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no longer strange to the adulterous cleaning lady and mother.

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

The old man could take it no more. LE than two proceedings were left for the pair to re-emerge on the patio. He grabbed Manya's look and gave one long, wet osculation right on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went limp, her handwriting continuously caressing his organ through the pants. It was Salman's cry that forced the new couplet apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and nasty. The lift began its upward movement with the bite cart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a instant dove right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped his mouth straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya gasped in amazement for the next 30 second gear as her young stud slurped her well fucked pussy like a true lover. Her juices flowed in satisfaction and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the instant the lift threshold opened and he licentious mates staggered out to the cheers of l people.

Their flushed faces told a tale but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful face now. It was just the number of orgasms that he couldn't guess from her horny face. The ease with which Manya carried herself throughout the snack session despite all that her body had been through in the past few 60 minutes 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 members cried out"loathly foul ”. Everyone looked in his direction. He was holding a restaurant tag in his hired man which he discovered stuck to the base of his sandwich mail boat. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under instructions to transfer all traces of evidence that the nutrient was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to receive overlooked just one package. The fault margin was humble but Manya and he had been caught. The assemblage decided a light hearted penalty for Manya, since even getting caught was part of the game. Deen was asked to settle on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to take a skipping rope and stock out xxx skips without a break.

Protesting with a laugh, Manya took the rope and began skipping. Her saree was still quite weaken and it stuck to her ass like plaster. With every omission, her full moon, unhampered breasts danced and jumped in tandem with her gigantic asscheeks. It was a red-blooded, listen blowingly erotic deal, watching the wet, mature woman skip in front end of an hearing of fifty dollar bill. Deen realised his stupidity in fixing that penalisation for his voluptuous mother. But it was too later. Moreover the sight excited him no end. He lost count of her skip and kept gaping, just as everyone on the patio did. Manya reached ten without any trouble. Slowly, the top half of her saree or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by the metre the sexy mother reached tally fifteen, it fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crowd in pin drop secrecy. They all looked in awe at the voluptous spell of the fully exposed char in their bearing. Her low worn sari was right at her hip pearl, and the broad, immense midriff with the juicy wet navel point was ripplingly revealed. Her wholesome midsection flesh jiggled alongwith her melon vine like breast with the nipple very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by her copious meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to look formula because any stopping would mean that she would suffer to begin skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with rousing and he suddenly shouted"thirty ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped xxx times or not. cypher objected and the game was over, leaving every male organ on the patio aching and throbbing. The epicurean mother heaved a sigh of fill-in and readjusted her pallu and waited as the great unwashed came back to normality from that intensely erotic sight they had witnessed. Deen's ticker was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy female parent was on show and it was all carried on as a plot. There could give been no better flock for a peeper and he stored these images away in his thinker for later use.

To reveal the ice after that lusty display by Manya, someone suggested that they all go to the magnanimous piss tank on the K below for some final dunking. piddle dunking was usually the lastly item in a Holi celebration. On the way down many women sympathised with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and games. Some were awestruck too by the sheer gender she had projected. Salman's female parent came across to her and said"Manya my dear, if I had an ass like yours, I would keep Salman's sire at plate whole day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a mild sentience of guilt and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a mollify squeeze to Manya's enormous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the sure-enough citizenry. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their toffee bone. Many of the women were also dunked, with utmost care and sobriety. A few teenage missy were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to squall, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those girls. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his voluptuous female parent's number was almost due. It was Salman's Father-God who took the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into the cooler when nobody else was in it. Fifty couple of eyes took in Manya's wet, drippingly voluptuous human body as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her sari stuck to her full curve and the fundament constituent dug into her ass crevice giving a sack characterization, removing any sentiency of mystery about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the puddle and her full body rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly material body. Droplets of water system in her rich navel point flew out sexily and everybody hung their tongues out. Pin drop silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however hear a resident mutter to himself, clutching his crotch,"Desh is a favourable bastard."The man standing next to him also heard him and he added a rejoinder,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed daily with that piece of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this grossness with a mixed sense of anger and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw little haywire in the ultimate forcible expression of a mental itch. He secretly wondered how his mom would use up it if all the men in the locality made a beeline for her when her husband was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The bit she rose from the tank, Salman himself carried her by her full waistline and dunked her all over again. She squealed this meter, liking the casualness of his strong hands and even managed to drag him too into the tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pocket billiards, staggering to find background. In the procedure their bodies met, his crotch against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few seconds, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the tote up fondness the match in the tank were displaying. The woman being his female parent added a fiery spark to his thinking. For the future five hour 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 extra liberties on her still unaware ego, Manya felt that fellow shudder in her loins. This was not the place to render 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 festivities were as honest as complete and the great unwashed were clearing up.

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

Sam's eyes took in her wholsome, well stacked form and licking his sass, he led her into his planetary house. Deen's eyes followed his female parent's wet ass, which could have as well been naked. But it was lustier than naked and hornier than nude in that tightly clinging wet saree. He felt that he may like to dedicate it a thorough spanking till she yelped.

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by champion was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist. He looked at Manya with his inscrutable eye taking in every ounce of her wet and lightly trembling trunk. The shiver was caused on bill of the brightness breeze caressing her wet skin. He led Deen's mother inside his apartment and guided her to the bathroom. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the morning time's bodily function and could take another half an hour. Recognizing Manya's urging to take a pee and her equally urgent need to rid herself atleast of the drip in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for her pilus. Manya tread softly on the rug, hoping the colour water system drip from her juicy body would not damage the carpet. Her whole body was coated in red, including her face. If she were to make a first visual aspect in this style, none would recognize her by face. But now everyone in the region would spot her by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her flaring ass with the big butt cups. Almost all the men would know her blindfolded by spirit too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the neighbourhood wet dreaming and yet she maintained her own air and dominance over things, managing to make everyone palpate exclusive and exceptional. In short nobody would fuck and enjoin on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny physical structure by doing so.

The unanimous house was silent as Manya entered the bathroom and left the door open for Sam to fetch the dryer later. She could bear shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her saree around her waist, she sat with her nude asscheeks on the privy. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping water from it and placed it around her stifle in forepart, bunched up, but covering her thighs over the sewer hind end. Then she removed the sari pallu from her shoulders and squeezed it too, draining all the weewee from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a throbbing in her loins. This time the throbbing relaxed only the pee pressure but retained the other pressure - the pressure sensation of her gather horniness. The integral morning she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water and also experienced the exhibitionistic boot of being on presentation during the piddling plot. The whole series of result where she was treated as a pure luxuria object, but under the boilers suit garb of dignity gave her a licentious bang. The two robust fucks given by Salman did gratify her sensation but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the skips where she felt L twosome of optic simply boring into her luscious class. She did take stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a distasteful burst of horniness, she had continued. The dozens of hands that had felt her wet body up at the water tank car only served to stimulate her desires higher and in high spirits and she was fighting a valiant battle not to let her arousal show. Doing all this in front of her son Deen did bother her for a minute but she was for certain that he would understand it was all percentage of the celebrations. Her peeing bit were also moments of sexual self-contemplation and as the hold up few dip of pee dripped out of her juicy pussycat, she felt decidedly horny and awakened.

In a bid to rise and flush the toilet, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam's sudden entry with the dryer made her drop cloth the sari in her helping hand out of surprisal. She lay seated on the commode buns, saree paste around her second joint, toilet seat and reaching the storey. Her chest was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful breasts through the moistness, thin blouse. They were swaying all over the place in most total exposure all dayspring and even her hardened mamilla were titillatingly exposed to the populace. But now in the secrecy of his lav, with two blouse buttons off, their generous segmentation made a oral fissure watering hatful, as did Manya's awkward pose on the toilet seat in an even more embarrassing condition of having pissed and not flushed the gutter. She couldn't cost increase now, since Sam had already entered the bath and it would look embarrassing. She waited for Sam to understand her predicament and perhaps leave. She also noted the rum flavor in his eyes and followed their regard to bet at her own chest and booby. She gasped when she saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The all orbit from below her white meat down to six in beneath her omphalus was fully capable, with the smooth, overweight bend forming a placate flexure around her waist. The sheepfold was very awake and Sam's esthetic mind visualized a picture of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in diverse fragile costumes.

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

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

"fountainhead whatever you say Mrs. M,"said Sam, surprised at his own brass and struggling to hold in his erection. Manya looked so scrumptious and sexy on the potty seat and the airiness of the billet added to the lustiness.

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

Sam took up her pass and went behind Manya, dryer in helping hand. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet Negro hair. Manya made no variety either to her sitting posture or her DoS of dress. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her full bosom and blind drunk nipples very generously to Sam, as a wages for his effort. Sam's dick came into near striking with Manya's head when he bent and ran the electric fan, holding her thick hair in his manus in artistic discernment. The artist in him really rose to the occasion. He could have carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His dick hitting the side of Manya's human face jolted him back to locoweed. It jolted an already aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely difficult to sit light with all the throbbing in her pussycat, which was halfway into the loo. Her hired man was placed at the lowest possible level on her abdomen and Manya was pained that she couldn't compass upto her now dripping cunt. The pressure of Sam's pecker occasionally on her look was not helping matter at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to despair. Her external respiration turned with child. Sam's bridge player were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her rising embrace and encompassing hips drove him to madness. The dirty posture, the unflushed throne, the unwashed pussy and the horny female parent of his friend, all made up a mindblowing source of peter tensity for Sam. He switched off the drier and caressed Manya's head. Manya was indeed waiting for some such initiative. She always did wait for the man to make the first relocation. She hated saying no to someone with initiative.

The moment Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his hands over to her entire breasts and mauled them over his hands. 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 here and now had come to carry off some of it. As Sam's hands kneaded her bosom in unbendable rhythm she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the inviolable indigence of this well mauled mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was capable to submit all that robust treatment and barefaced exposure in the dawning. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his pecker all over her moan expression. She sobbed in rousing and on seeing the sway arduous peter dangling before her eyes, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to sop up and lap it, doing more sucking than licking. She was hot and impoverished now. Her pussy began to cream and drip half way into the loo alongwith her alky ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her peg apart on either slope of the commode. Sam understood her purport and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the privy bottom cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her pegleg. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening slit before him, the pussy succus having superimposed themselves on her pee odour. The mixture was rather heady and he dipped his mind down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer lips in the process. Manya thrust her hips upwards in seething lust and gripped his head, dragging it into her boiling bitch. It was a vulgar sight of the horny housewife with her spinal column on the potty place and her legs and pelvis wrapped around her teenage lover's head, gamy 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 seat in a one-half reclining pose. Sam needed no foster invitation and he simply shoved his bursting cock into the horny mother's inviting puss. The two of them started rapidly fucking each early. Sam wanted to please the luxurious female parent as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate thrusts, making sure that level best insight was achieved. He went on for a full five minutes before his teenage exuberance could not withstand it any more. Manya could find him cumming.

"Take it out, cum on my grimace ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the last second and sprayed Manya's face with his young seed.The first spirt hit her like a slap, the minute like a stroking, the third like a caress and the quaternary like a drop-off of rain. All spirt ended up messing up her font and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful feature. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The all horny encounter took just half an hour and they both realized the indigence to move out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to straighten out up. Manya looked at her facial expression and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her fount had removed much of the red color and her face was clearer and more recognizable than before. She decided there was no clock time to wash away her face. There was no time to dampen her pussy either and she simply downed her saree and walked daintily out towards the chief door. As she was leaving the doorway, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to give thanks them for using their potty. Deen was with them too. Deen could only ruminate about the hypothesis of his female parent's adultery in the conclusion one-half an hour but couldn't exactly put his finger on it. He was however happy that she could atleast wash her face a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the color was off. Of class she glowed and glowed.

With his luscious, lusty mother still clad in that licentious blue air sari clinging damply to her vast bum, her backside fracture clearly highlighted and her entire rachis bare, right from the bottom of her thinly blouse to the upper stub flare, Deen led her backbone to their dwelling house next door. He did not notice Salman give one fond, fleeting squeeze to his Mom's well expend ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a Oliver Stone on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi festival was over, they were in for a surprise. The moment they entered their logic gate, they were blasted with a secure spraying of H2O, which didn't stoppage for about one wide-cut minute. They couldn't make out the sprayer but Deen could vaguely clear out the tall and gymnastic form of his skillful buddy Prem, whom he had invited over. Since Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could liven up the day. Prem missed the activities next door but managed to come late to like 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 United States Department of State of his admirer's mother after the soaking, his dick barb up in no metre and he stood speechless, staring at the overwhelming fit of curvature on the sexy charwoman before him. Deen noticed both his friend's amazement and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the entire vicinity over the plentiful consistency of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no apparent campaign at modesty on her part.

Manya didn't get it on how to respond to the saucy sousing received, this time from her son's best buddy. Prem was tall and acrobatic and many a clip Manya wished that one of her sons would be like Prem, strong and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled, he would one day progress to some woman very happy. Maybe women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her drenching, she welcomed Prem in and decided to prepare lunch for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed woman into the sign of the zodiac, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge binding, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low saree and the few inches of blouse screening at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy, well employ ass inside and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the food preparation. But before she could put her thought into action at law, she heard the noise of boys screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning place, not alone but with four of his friends, all aged 12. They were wild and joyous like all son of that age and seemed Scheol bent on dragging others into their gaiety. She looked on in amused happiness as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a little piddle sprinkler on his brass. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their antics. Their future target was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their upright friend's own Brother and not a stranger like Prem. One of them smothered his facial expression, while another climbed onto his rear and held him for others to spray urine with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a wide-cut two minutes, but didn't want to shout at the kids. The moment they were through with Deen, they turned their tending to their estimable Quaker's mother. A greater spate of familiarity and heart surged Forth River in all of them. The four of them first ran into her full body, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could encircle their manus. Their heads nuzzled her tit repeatedly, while their hands kept circling and hugging her au naturel waistline and back. Two of them withdrew to caress her face with vividness. Manya bent a little low-down to enable them to pass on her face. Two boy concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted features, running their coloration coated deal in intent around her impudence, nose and neck. Within a few instant Manya felt her saree top fall off while she was bent. She held the saree pallu one paw without covering herself up because the exigent son did not apply her the time to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and bent in her slender, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously delicious visual modality for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to note whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a strong gaze and also saw Prem's tool stiffening in his rigorous blue jean. Almost all of her tit popped out of the blouse and they hung like juicy fruits for the plucking. Her smiling face retained its smile when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom from behind her slightly bent build. His men sought her exposed belly button and his crotch thrust warmly into his favourite asscheeks. His gloss coated hands fingered her navel point from behind an he continued to finger it till he was satisfied that it was filled with red color. Manya gasped in tickle at this stroke and the pressure of his lovesome trunk against her ass. Binu moved his deal from his Mom's big navel and ran them all over her creamy belly and let out portion of her rose hip. That was a lot of flesh and area to address if he had to color it fully. He ravished his mother's body with his joyous, festive skin senses, but the touch for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to keep a grinning while two others were stroking her face and even coated her rosy lips in red. That brought yet another pant from the aroused fair sex and she struggled to hold normalcy in body words. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching groins and with the line of descent simply pumping their venous blood vessel. Deen thought that he would burst a blood watercraft. He shifted behind a wooden cabinet in the elbow room and started stroking his peter from outside, hidden by the opus of furniture. In an equally randy nation was the impregnable Prem who couldn't take any longer and he too walked to Deen and stood following to him. Both protagonist looked at each knowing and understanding the former's condition. Deen also felt he had an inkling of the future.

The two ally watched Manya's advanced eubstance being felt up in childlike mirthfulness and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the minute. It was crystalize that all the attention on her body was turning her very horny. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in mild anger towards her son, but to her uncomfortableness two early kidskin who couldn't reach Manya's face now took over the vacancy created by Binu. Now two duo of hired man were squeezing the sexy mother's massive midriff from hindquarters in full, downright hysteria, but the horny fair sex could do zippo because they were small fry and most certainly had no sexual intent. She allowed them to feel and color her and relaxed her body. The consequence she did that, she felt three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and his friend could spray piss on Manya. At that moment, as portion would have it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thud on her big ass and lay apartment on the base, saree flung away from her chest, her nipples, breasts, the entire midriff almost upto her bush fully revealed to the humanity. She writhed around number 1 and tried to rise but all five male child chose that here and now to get out their plastic water sprinklers and spray H2O on her souse, exposed body.Deen and Prem were appalled and Prem thought he heard a afflictive groan from his friend. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the front of his trousers a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to bring through embarrassment for both. Instead he turned to the pile before him.

The scrumptious body of the woman of the house was writhing obscenely on the floor while five boys simultaneously sprayed urine all over her. She didn't even scream or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking in the rain on her face, tit, waist, belly and thighs. The boys soaked her with gusto, one of them catching her right on her pussy. Since the spraying was strong and focused, Manya let out a moan. Her cunt was already dripping for the close few minutes and mingled with the wetness of their sprinkling and the dampness of her saree. Binu, her son was aiming his atomizer right at her navel and he kept the spray until the piss was over. The spate was outrightly vulgar and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated pecker ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked soundbox. He was out of ascendency now and so was Manya. The five Kid including Binu may not have got understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and he was convinced that if there was one woman in the world who needed to be fucked into obliviousness, it was sexy Manya. He made a still vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this game would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the male child ran out of water supply and left the berth, singing out their thanks and good byes. The young of them even helped a heaving, writhing Manya to her feet, his manus around her shoulders, and his pecker pressing into her aspect. Even here Manya was not give up and her groan was muffled by the jab of a small fry dick into her aspect. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy's genital organ and to her thoroughgoing shock, Manya felt an hard-on against her beautiful expression. Her eyes flared and her body throbbed in half naked fervour and confusion.

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

The intense sexual repercussion of minute of exposure and torso groping turned the horny mother of two into a mass of boost anatomy, that would catch fire if the heat in her dripping loins was not cooled. Her knocker were trembling on their own accord and her dense articulatio coxae heaved about gently as if the free weight of lust was too lots. She felt an aching all over her repeatedly drenched body and she could hear herself sobbing in tremendous restless lust. Deen was stunned and he went over to hold his mother by her over aroused shoulders. The intense oestrus which emanated from her body almost made him recoil in jar. Her look wore a mask of lustfulness as she looked up in a sexual haze. Deen decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the doctor. Please be with Mom until I return ”, he said and bolted out of the business firm. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her eyes. His solid powerful look and her lustfulness charged needy flavour met in a perfect exchange. She was quivering when he held her by the waist. His manly clench made her shudder and she went limp in Prem's weapon. Holding her by her pelvis, he made her kneel on the floor, removing her saree in one single motion. No words were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy look. No words were needed too. He brought out his huge prick and placed it at the entryway of her slushy cunt. His hired man held her by her wide and hot breasts. The boilers suit oestrus in her organic structure amazed him even in his own horny nation. He withdrew his dick from Manya's pussy after an initial probe. He heard her whimper, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him. The bitch needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to give it.

For the following ten moment, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his huge cock in and out of the horny Manya's muggy goofball. Her voluptuous soundbox jerked and vibrated under his tremendous attack. He was simply ravaging her wet and volition mess. She began to wail and thigh-slapper and continued her high up pitched response to his steady, hot strokes into her dynamite puss. flashy guttural sounds came from the horny mother as her son's outdo protagonist balled the Hell out of her lusty, stacked eubstance. Every column inch of her lush figure responded to this explosive fucking. His hands mauled her already well mauled boobs. But she felt the grip and heating to be so violent, that she felt her nipples may break out of her diffused and steadfast agglomerate. She thrust her lush, hot posterior back at his stopcock begging him with moan and beckoning him abstruse with hoarse grunts. It was mating of the in high spirits intensity and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son's pal and with the primary threshold right unfold. They didn't notice or upkeep. The fucking continued in its illicit intensity till the horny mother felt the get-go flood of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing rhythm, he timed his release to co terminate with the voluptuary wife's own serial orgasms. He shot slews and loads when he came. Manya felt her completely insides being washed with his potent seed and her purulent continued to throb and clutch fiercely at his ejaculating dick for five more minutes. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this well by a turncock of this size.

The stud slowly withdrew his dick from his friend's mom's pussy and heard her sob in rue. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the main doorway was open. It was left outdoors deliberately by Deen himself. He had to slip back. He knew that what his wildly aroused female parent needed was not a Doctor but a just solid fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the first place. He sighed and looked down. His dick hung limp, much to his relief. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton act of adultery. He saw his own mother getting the nookie of her animation. And she got fucked doggie style, like a confessedly bitch in heat.

Chapter 10

The two-timing wife stirred gently, her naked low-spirited body pressed against her young fan's, in a sideways embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed nooky, since all the pawing and mauling given to her wide physical structure by people of all long time had carried her lecherousness to a height when she was sprawled wet on the background before her sons, writhing more out of hot pants than any indigence to take to the woods their soaking of her voluptuous eubstance. She opened her heart and looked into Prem's middle, unaware that her son Deen was in the screen background, unobserved but watching every social movement of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's deep eyes and a wave of gratitude flooded her inside. He was her horse in shining armour who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a way she had never known before. She felt his peter still inside her dowse bitch and while stirring noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at this discovery of his youth and kissed him softly on his eyes, licking some of the beads of sweat, her hands holding his head, while she felt him doing the same to her face. Prem licked Manya all over her expression, his back talk dabbing at her boldness, neck and centre, while his hands hugged her juicy body even harder to himself in a inviolable gesture of payoff over. Manya was gladdened at this display of warmth and she purred her acceptance by thrusting her dipsomaniac pelvic region even closer into him, feeling his pecker start out a hardening appendage while her juices began to spread over it. Deen, who had watched his Quaker give his Mom her hardest ever fuck, took their stirring to be a sign of the zodiac of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the house and return after a while so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the house in this billet, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one last expression at his mother's pleasant-tasting asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her boldness was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the place, leaving the doorway as it was.

Feeling Prem's dick begin to stab into her snatch, Manya arousal was back into tally. She twisted her lower body, as if trying to readjust the positioning, when her fountainhead fell sideways, making her notification the almost fully spread threshold. Alarmed but not showing any suddenness in reaction, she relaxed her eubstance against his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature lady's concern, decided to close the door. He rose to do so, for which he had to retreat his put up dick from her soggy pussy. The sudden emptiness made the horny Manya sigh and sob but she waited with flame eyes for him to close the door. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the only if small-arm of garment which she had on. Prem closed the room access and turned to the naked, waiting female parent. He walked slowly across the room, his hard hawkshaw swaying gently, hitting his belly with every step. It looked like a hot, brand rod to the naked, wanton woman on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a sofa and continued to wait at Manya, with a light in his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled across the way towards him, her boozer body taking five routine to reach out him, each turn highlighting her ample asscheeks in the most obscene style conceivable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her eyes to converge his throbbing peter. Reaching out, she held it by her hand, using its hardness to rise and face him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his protagonist's female parent. Manya kept stroking his cock and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem's hawkshaw entered with a swishing auditory sensation, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his head lovingly, while he held his hands up to rack and squash her juicy bosom in a clockwise motion, occasionally letting his fingers tweak her nipple. Manya rotated and shifted her articulatio coxae before settling into a heaving up and down motion on the hard cock, feeling it poke and contact right upto her belly. His inclemency facilitated great passage for the sexy woman's thrusts and she did so in slow and uninterrupted motions, building up a delicious yet searing beat. Her son's best supporter had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in the process helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well orchestrated sex lasted five slacken, loving minutes where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their body seemed like part of one entity and looked complete only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurts were long and deep, each jet being succeeded by another pocket-size but not rapidly shortening fit. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest of drawers recondite tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off balance, but allowing her to savor the strength, hairgrip and sheer joy of physical bonding with her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his optic and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a good friend of his. He looked like a boy with strong interiors and discreetness. When he kissed her there was passion, and there was also attention. The satiated mother suddenly wondered whether she would feel the Saame way kissing Deen, or Binu. The thought made her shiver but she realized that there was little to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the back talk. 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 part she would stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent increase and place discordant impulses about gender. They had to learn about sex the innate way and they had to learn about sexual propriety also the natural way, even if it was a bit delayed and at the cost of her own irritation. All her life, she never said no to a hug and never refused an advance from seemly males. For her boy she believed that the smashing bailiwick was ego discipline. But deep within she felt that she may receive to play a part in Deen's realization. He was too silent, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya prayed that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of asking Prem but looking at his big hands on her sweaty chest and his gumshoe half out of her ravished pussy, she decided that the moment was later.

The time was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said cheerio and left the business firm, leaving Manya naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went naked to the threshold and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of events. There could not have been a right day for her alcoholic, sex starved consistence. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin-german, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton show before the intact vicinity and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny Male of all old age throughout a wet morn. Following that, she had been given a weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now Prem completed her day with two of the most rich fucks her destitute body had ever been given. The wondrous affair about it all was that none of her smasher made her feel slutty about the whole thing. She still felt she was in mastery."Was the day complete"? she wondered with a smile. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a minuscule later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped them for wash finally and with a sigh, examined her bare body in the mirror. Her luscious breasts hung like advanced fruits on her broad, just chest and as she moved her hands over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive shank and belly. Her fingers stopped at her belly button. For a second she dug into it gently as if to ascertain and discover what was it that made her son Binu so becharm by it. The consequence her finger stroked inside its depth, she felt a moistening in her loins and a throb right down from her low abdomen. She could find her pussy come alive and the impulses almost carried upto her belly button. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for farther probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a pussycat to her, displaying the same wanton openness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to search, she thought with a sentiency 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 clock time to dress, she took a biggish towel and wrapped it around her wax, naked form and went to spread out the door. Along the way, as was her wont, her right hand, wound its way under the towel to fondle her cunt, which had quite a little of Prem's cum on it. It was squeamish to feel the slime and she slipped nearly one-half her finger's breadth inside her zany, to gather all the wetness. Before any severe probing could begin she reached the door and opened it with her left hand, removing her right hand from her pussy at the like clip. She saw Deen with two bags.

"Mom, I brought lunch for all of us, since it was getting previous ”, 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 cheek, caressing it for a few moments.

Deen felt the sharpness of the odour from his female parent's handwriting and inhaled, confused over its informant."Your hand feel curious Mom, what's it ? ”, he asked, entering the way and placing the bags on the dining table.

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

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

Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly ate for the next ten hour, not at all surprised at how athirst they were.There was no cite about the doctor Deen had left the sign to call. On coating, Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and rose to lave her bridge player. Deen watched her crusade with involvement, particularly observing her vast asscheeks jutting out at the radical of her hips and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulder looked creamier than they did in her atrociously modest blouse and the scupper field from her knees to her bare feet served a horny reminder of the day's events and the high octane action his mother's lush body had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the pant as long as she had her back to him and his cock sprung to a surprised tending when she said"I'm going to bathe Deen and I'll call you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need assist to get the color fully off ”.

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

Manya turned on the exhibitor and for the first time since the previous day, began to enjoy a full fledged bathing tub. She felt the weewee cascade over her plentiful breast and flow teasingly all over her soundbox, lots of it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her Passion and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her well ravished, glowing shape and for a full ten minutes she revelled in the twin pleasance offered by the strong rain shower and her own friction. She couldn't say that she missed having a bath with all the merciless dunking she received that morning, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy consistence. The Bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her fount with a naughty smile and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleansing and she couldn't range it to moisten the colour away.

"Deen could you please total and help me ”, she called out through the half spread door. She had left the door assailable for Deen to come in later, but was herself naked during her luxurious bath. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly brilliant body through the vertical slit at the corner of the threshold and the moment she called out, he entered just in prison term to see her wrap her towel around her waist and bend her back towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's spacious wet back with the soft flesh around her flaring waist. She had tied the towel almost at the showtime of her asscrack. Her back was red from all the coloring material, except in low patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soaped deal to relate her at the waist, his hands getting drawn to the sexy folds on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her fleshy shank when she had called him for scrubbing her back. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him hold her by her naked waist for a piece, before whispering"My back Deen. dispatch all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a flush, he moved his hands, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like full moon titty. Manya had her workforce across her dresser and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her raw back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain reddish surface area where the colour didn't come off easily. Manya didn't feel anything adverse in either his detrition or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's riotous back that his hands got slow and slower and his respiration heavier. The sexy mother felt her son's breath on her naked, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool him. She quickly turned on the shower and the spray of cool urine wet both mother and son as they stood within a foot of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, unable to maintain his erection. He was drenched too within no clock time and pick up his mother's good laughter.

Her married man's disgusting behavior lowest night had left Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kiss and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the remotest tinge of compunction for having left her high and dry at his boss'political party and now showed absolute callousness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked wife felt that she didn't deserve his attitude or his dimension. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her naked soundbox as if in reassurance but realized with a grinning that the high potential drop fucking she had been receiving over the last couple of days were a far enceinte sureness of her desirability. And the fact that she was able-bodied to draw teenage rivet to her mature, voluptuous eubstance and leave them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a totality figure attracter who drew men and boys of all years, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the serial of feeling and squeezes which her young son had subjected her to that break of day. Even without trying, she related more through her body to multitude rather than the judgment and she resigned herself to the fact.

midway through her self-contemplation, her son Deen walked in to harbinger that he was leaving for shoal and left immediately when he saw his mother lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the covering. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her husband's presence in the bedroom. Her comfortableness stage with nudity had been rising over time and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The moment Deen left the house, Manya raised her naked body off the bed and went across to keep out the threshold. She was naked in the confidence that she would now be alone in the sign of the zodiac. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the sofa and go around one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the former leg down. Keeping her manus around the broken abdominal cavity, she clicked the television on and saw some song being telecast. The ruttish lady of the house looked quite detestable in that posture with her pink cuntlips being wide open in case there was a viewer. Crusted cum deposits decorated her inner thigh and KO'd sassing. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two raunchy numbers, Manya herself began to palpate raunchy and started to imagine herself in the manpower of the assorted lesser artistes who always got to fumble and feel the lead story danseuse in those birdsong. A tide of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would await on microscope stage being thoroughly felt up by ten Thomas Young and strong male dancers. She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy act, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell 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 locating on the sofa. She was relieved to hear a distaff voice answer. It was Sana, the neighbor's seventeen year old girl. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a minute ”, called out the nude womanhood as she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a half-slip. She draped a small towel over her chest and went to open the room access for Sana, her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the sparse towel.

Sana'a came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman's body from head to toe. Manya was her idol and Sana's grounds for idolizing her was that all the neighborhood boys, kept talking only about Manya in total lustfulness and awe rather than about younger girls like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would have a hard clock time warding off early guy rope from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sanaa kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon like knocker, swung freely, unshackled by any restrictive vesture. She was also amaze that Manya's nipple were upright even at this time of the day. She knew niggling about Manya's appetence for grueling sex and her ever corneous tendency. In her eyes she was the safe housewife who couldn't help it if she was blessed with a well stacked, knock out soundbox. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every time the teenager poked her waistline to assure her she was very desirable even for women. It was cheerful give-and-take. Suddenly Sana said,

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

A bit at a loss, Manya thanked her sweetly.

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

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

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

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the innocent missy. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be heedful in future. Time flew and it was getting closer to tiffin time. Suddenly Sana suggested that they should lodge lunch from their folk restaurant. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to prepare. Sana quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering enough food to consider care of Deen, Binu and a couple of others also if necessary.

The food for thought arrived shortly and with the food came Salman and Sam. Both were at the restaurant when Sana called and they decided to play it themselves. Salman had Manya in mind while Sam had Sana'a also in creative thinker. When Manya saw the son arrive, she slipped into the chamber and put on a light immature transparent saree over the underskirt and a sleeveless blouse, braless on her breast. She noticed after wearing it that the blouse, already low cut, had the top button torn off. She shrugged and went to greet the boys.

The guy cable were in high spirits with Sam constantly teasing Sana'a and salman giving hungry aspect towards Manya. After a patch, Manya decided to bring in the plates and lay the food on the board. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to facilitate instantly. The second they went into the kitchen, Salman caught cargo deck of the voluptuous wife by her generous hips and thrust into her sari brood ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her mamilla. Manya resisted for a while in discomfort but knew that she couldn't for too long. She kept eyeing the living room, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly decide to assist out too. Manya's hands tried to put together some plates and dishes together while her pussycat tried to fight off the gushing juices from deep within her loins. The Danton True Young teenager showed great anxiousness in his mauling of the well endowed wife's physical structure from head to toe. His hands covered her clothed signifier everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his hand right up to her wet goof, cupping and feeling it in a unassailable grip. Manya gasped and let out a light squeal. Her soundbox began to live the familiar concussions and her breasts were already quivering from his pawing. She was scared they would be heard. Salman suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen,"Hey Sam we forgot the Timothy Miles Bindon Rice but brought all the other dish aerial. Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sana may like to come with you. ”.

"Sure Salman,"said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by the two guys. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his time with the beauteous Sanaa while Salman had the soaker and sexy Manya liberate and horny. The door closed and the head gate opened for the illicit brace. Standing in the same place, Manya and Salman began a speedy flack fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen mesa. In the last two days the kitchen tabular array was used for anything but intellectual nourishment preparation. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his Whitney Moore Young Jr. side as he pumped into her, Manya was all raptures as the young stud's thrusts drove the blues of her married man's neglect away. Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounce, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly mash them as if wanting to boil down them to pulp. Manya's lust skyrocketed to great high as she simply allowed the horny boy to bear his way with her overheat sex starved trunk. Five minute of ceaseless pounding into the lusty homemaker's twat had Salman spewing out spoonfuls of seeded player rich inside her uterus, hugging her wholesome consistence ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Manya to be so ravished. His vigour pleased her and his cock still felt punishing 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 cock out of her bitch, Manya shifted the two of them in small spring towards the bedchamber. A storm Salman understood her intention and let himself hop along with her rightfulness onto her bed. The feel of his still rear cock in her cum washed kitty continued to stoke the fires in her abdomen. She craved for another throb. A young man always came quickly first-class honours degree. But young cock shot back to erection quickly too. Her right body could never be satisfied with a single round of sex. She craved for the next rhythm ravenously. She was a bunny for the second gear fuck. She was a striver to young cock.

Knowing they had at least another ten minute of arc the sex charged twain took off on the adulterous female parent's marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent meaning months with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into Delicious sleep. It was now the bed on which she was getting her brainiac fucked out of her by the neighborhood stud. Again here, he was fucking her doggie way. She was on all 4 and he was ramming her juicy cunt from behind. Their combined juice trickled out down her stacked thighs to soak the bed sheet fully. The fucking and the drenching continued for the next ten minutes, during which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out on exaltation without the fear of being heard. She gave full vent to her bursting love by imploring him to eff her hard and true.

"Fuck me hard Salman ”, she begged."shtup my rooster starved pussy. Fuck your Quaker's horny Mom,"she wailed, surprising Salman with her abandon. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs. M could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was cheating. He literally rammed and rammed his steely cock in and out of her pulsating cunt till the level came when she was about to skim off. He could feel her cunt heftiness tighten around his thrusting cock and the milking get Sir Thomas More manic. His absolute mauling of her heaving breasts reached with child proportions and finally both of them collapsed in a heap on the creaking bed, going through convulsive sexual climax with Salman lying on top of the mature woman's huge ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her release. The mating twosome looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five proceedings to disentangle themselves from each other's hold.

Salman pulled up his trouser and said"Let me avail you get dressed Mrs. M ”, and went over to tuck her saree into her waist. He squeezed the flesh there in approval, drawing a moan from the well fucked mother. They tidied each other up as best as they could and went into the living elbow room just in time to hear the bell. Sam and Sana'a entered with flushed expression on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any questions and the two couples ate in total secrecy. It was a full-of-the-moon meal and took more than fifteen minutes. Manya felt a little soreness in her pussy and once in a while cupped it with her left hand in the class of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his lips. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's pursuit create a further ripple in her depress belly.

After the meal, Sana said she had to attend an art class and requested her brother to unload her. She wanted to be unloose of Sam because of the fear of any doubts in Aunt Manya's judgment about them. Aunt Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state, as Salman led his sister out of the house, agreeing to drop off her. He closed the door shut behind him, not looking at Sam.

Sam cast a glance at the dumb mother following to him. She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her sari having fallen off from her creamy shoulders. He placed his paw gently on her turn down, exposed belly and ran it in circle, feeling the blurriness and caressing it. Manya gave him a tired smile but did not stop him. She however said,"I'm tired Sam ”.

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

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

"Don't worry Mrs. M. Just lie down on the couch. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the hand of the aphrodisiacal lady of the house and made her lie down flat on the sofa. Sam kissed her face all over lovingly and even lapped her sweat pearl in a tender show of heart. He kept kissing her for a full five minutes all over her face and rim, holding her full berm and then gradually moved his head to lay to rest it in the full-of-the-moon mounds on her chest. He bit the nipples though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this time making Manya clutch his head. He spent another five minutes on her white meat, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her full and huge midriff. Manya gasped as his lips found her umbilicus and let out a fully aroused moan, long enough to let him understand that he had her almost at his clemency. After his nibbling covered the entire territory of her belly and exposed rose hip, she was a heaving mass of flesh before him. The sexy female parent heaved her hips and jerked them towards his boldness. The very empathize, sensitive cougar then raised the horny mother's saree up to her waistline and dipped his fountainhead right into the mature woman's cuckoo. His tongue 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 hands gripped his hair and she pushed his caput into her steaming cunt, so that his tongue could go mysterious and deeper. Sam obliged the lust aroused onetime woman, inhaling her musky aroma with a loudly sniff, which made her pussycat lips dance with pleasure and passion. Sam led the sore woman out of her discomfort with his finesse and expertness. Manya was now spread out lewdly, legs splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ Fuck Me'written in boldface letters all over her voluptuous, well used consistency. She looked pleadingly towards her Whitney Young fan, her center doing the asking.

Sam felt her pussy and it was so soaked and dripping that he felt she could use up three shaft. He thrust his hand first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his hand and brought out his toilsome and eager dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the married charwoman's horny cunt, feeling her cunt muscles spring up from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her senses leave her as Sam began a ho-hum and steady fucking motion. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His peter had also got itself out of the first fuck precipitation with Sana'a earlier and right now he was well poised to give this horny mother a deliciously long fucking. He knew she would love it.

Long, deep and calm came the strokes of his peter in and out of Manya's cunt. She raised her hips to leave the counter thrust and he held her pelvis to support the thrusts. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor. The calm start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five min. Incredibly their fucking continued unabated for another five bit till Sam felt Manya's cunt brawn gripping his dick harder and harder until they suddenly released their hold. He gave one final exam violent poke into her moil pussy just then to time his release with hers. Both their releases were noiseless, filled with mutual comfort and understanding. It was the union of souls.

Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam hard to herself and lavished his face with hot and sweaty kiss for long instant. She lay in his limb for a long time, feeling the passion drain out of her fountainhead fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like a true fair sex. Sam on his percentage, looked smug and content, watching the one-half naked mother's beautiful feature of speech which looked better each meter they made love life. If only she'd agree, she'd make a keen and born example for his brush or camera.

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

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya's ripe dead body was already pleasured by four vernal he-man, the newsprint boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive lover. Each was a different experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, slow down sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her sounds but raised her liberation levels to untouched vizor. The unbend shtup spread the nerve impulse to all parts of her sexy body making every pore of her skin glow in reply. Here, lying bare ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glowing, making Sam gaze in continued amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring center. Then her eyes turned soft and she reached out her weapon system to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his deal cupping her radiant fount and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lust temporarily out of her scheme was a bit concerned about the clock time. In about half an hour, her Son would come. Her husband would do to collect his bagful before leaving for his flight but she could never foretell the time of his comer. But she was sure he would leave soon after his comer in a tearing rush. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much to a greater extent time they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big chest softly. His after sex swordplay was very tender and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet lips from his rima oris and asked him what he was trying to say.

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

Manya blushed beautifully at his terrible agate line, her hand involuntarily moving to her pussy pitcher's mound, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must have secreted a bottle wide of juice, or dear if she were to believe his flattery. She kept cupping her pussy while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his part let his hand roam freely on her full breasts. Their trunk once again exchanged the passion of hone forcible discernment. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the dearest exam"?

Fully understanding his musical theme, Manya turned redder than ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew they had very piddling or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that additional special manner. But she was confused and lost for time. Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a nursing bottle of honey. Before the aphrodisiacal wife could tattle, he opened it and poured a few drop-off right onto her puffed up, well ravished puss. That made the beautiful womanhood pant in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread the honey all over her kitty-cat lips, dragging the odoriferous liquid deeper to encircle her passion bud. The hornlike lady of the house's legs were wrapped around her Brigham Young lover's fountainhead on the couch, her hands on his nous, with his chief buried in her juicy cunt. She was already sweaty and naked and his delicious act generated further heat in her dead body, causing her luscious rose hip to start a sluggish nerd against his lap up face. Her cunt was a mess with her own juices, his cum and the honey. The resultant taste and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved woman's trunk for days together. Her secretion levels were overwhelming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, juicy body at his disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the aroused housewife's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Manya's first response 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 juices dripping from her wake pussy. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sudation, soundly fucked woman of the house, opened the door to let in her children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their disheveled mother. Her consistency was sweaty, hairsbreadth uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with hidrosis. Sweat had dampened her full cleavage too and Binu found his mother's breasts to be fascinating mounds by themselves. Instead of his usual movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his face into her large cleavage, his hands rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every stoma of his full-of-the-moon bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the ample counterpane from the restaurant.

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

Embarrassed, Manya found a way out by stating that she had motley honey with tea in the morning as a health preion."No wonder you look so prissy and sound Mom ”, chipped in Binu in unembarrassed 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 Son finished their food that the cheating mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to allow through the kitchen doorway. He did so but not before grabbing the full-blooded woman of the house by her waist and giving a long and wet candy kiss on her full backtalk. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen doorway. Hoping that her boy had not heard the kiss, the lusty female parent returned to crystallise the mesa, while her Word went to vary their clothes. She felt sticky all over and moist between her thigh. Sam had slurped away virtually of the honey and deep within she could still feel the light splatter of his tongue all over her insides. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bathe before her corporeal mess was too obvious to her kids.

The bath was cleansing more than refreshing for the range wife and mother. In the course of ten mo she wiped out every tincture of her hot sex sessions that her body could carry. What she could not wipe out was the extra tonic luminescence on her side which came only from unspoiled, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the tub, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi transparent saree and wore it without a underskirt. She also matched it with a blanched blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her hips and settled at the last-place possible level. It did appear like it would precipitate right off her juicy body any present moment. The sheer grain gave copious hints of her cut George W. Bush and replete second joint from the front and her well rounded but loyal asscheeks from the rear. With her full incarnate charms being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a starve angel in white. Her beautiful facial expression was relegated to the background by her opulent curves protruding fully out of her flimsy saree and tight blouse. Wanting to spend some time with her kids, she walked towards Deen's room. On the way she heard the Melville Bell. She opened the door to see the flower marketer. She gave him his most heavenly raft of the day, her full breasts showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff exposed all the way down to her thick black crotch hair. She saw his middle focused on the V region between her thighs and crossed them as if to draw in his attention. His gaze right into her bush sent a mild pleasure pulsing through her body. She allowed him to caress her hired man while giving the heyday. Even as the door was open she lifted her work force above her head to assure the prime in her hair. In doing so the housewife's entire middle embedded with that deep and provocative umbilicus was on video display to the flower seller. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the Lady as much as tripped, her unharmed saree would come untied, leaving her brilliant, fleshy charm open to the world. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's way to find Binu also there. Deen was at his table studying while Binu was on the bed trying to understand something. Manya took a book and slipped next to Binu, lying on her stomach. She took one of her favourite amorous novels to take. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into fragile air, revealing her well toned and fair calves. Deen looked at his sexy mother's form. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white sari and being on her stomach, her curvy waist and articulatio coxae were totally exposed to their gaze. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about eighty per centum of her spinal column bare right up to her asscrack. With flowers in her hair's-breadth she looked every inch a Saint Bridget on her hymeneals night and in that minimum clothing she looked a St. Bride who ached for a fucking. Manya turned around suddenly onto her spine while recitation. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally sweep off her shoulders and the fanny of the saree was now almost midway up her thigh. Manya kept interpretation, seemingly incognizant of the body show she was putting on. Her attire was zilch new before her kids and she kept reading, not realizing that her sari rode right up to her ample second joint. Her chest rose and fell with each hint and her belly responded with smaller heaving question of its own. She looked a delectable piece of beaut 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 Christian Bible aside and placed his nous on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not take a shit any sudden move. Binu began his exploratory exercising of his mother's fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in ho-hum and sweetie slug. He concentrated on the touchy and raw zone around her trench navel point and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her mitt on her son's head word lightly but did not wait down. Binu carried his fascination for his female parent's hot body to in high spirits degree when he suddenly blew hard into her omphalos, making the sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both female parent and son again settled into their respective pastime. Manya could palpate the tide rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The juices gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was for sure that Binu could sniff her arousal aroma. If Binu sniffed it he didn't show it but his hands now fully encircled his female parent's big hips and drew her lush lower consistence further into his fount. Manya's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet candy kiss lavished by her younger son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and ready for fucking from the manner in which she was writhing her pelvic girdle trying to appear normal. Her horniness carried across the room towards him and when he saw her human face, the discommode characteristic starkly reflected the burning lust within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their skins when he moved his mind closer to Manya's bosom and said"Mom, when was the hold out metre I had milk from your breasts"? A stupefy Manya looked at her son's head word which was just a few inch from her the right way breast. Deen felt his cock harden at the mass of his younger brother looking at his Mom's boob 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 breasts were being discussed by her son.

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

The sexually troubled mother managed to murmur,"No milk will come out now Binu ”. But Manya's younger son would not subscribe this for an solvent. He kept pestering her to countenance him to try out her Milk in a childish monstrance of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his chum was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the berth. Suddenly to his give tongue to amazement and wild foreplay, he saw his well breasted mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one full moon dummy and force it into Binu's accepting lip. His cock ached and ached at this horny raft. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her titty into her younger son's rima oris and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that good offering. She just kept silent as Binu feasted on his mother's pinhead while his hands were still placed on her full, exposed coxa. Deen adjusted his cock in his drawers but couldn't claim his eyes off that wild sight. Binu kept suckling for one full moon minute, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, chest out, wearing a smiling that occasionally turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no move to remove her son's head teacher from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snicker saying that there was no milk and the taste was not as good as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the moment even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the same exposed pose asked her elder son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was unvoiced and his balls were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sense of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her sari pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her articulatio coxae upwards, actually exposing the origin of her second joint. In a minute she turned and in the Sami semi naked condition, slept with her spine to her son Deen, showing him the full and high gear cheeked resplendence of her ass. Binu had left the room after his bosom suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the wellspring exposed body of his Mom, a few pes away, bursting all over with curves, the young son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking care not to shit any speech sound. He kept looking at his female parent's massive derrierre and peered to situate the asscrack throughout his frenzied masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his eyes off his mother's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the 1st of which almost landed on the bed next to his aphrodisiac mom. Manya did not take in what Deen was doing but was lost in her own world of lust after all the attention she got from her son. It did not bother her mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her juices started all over again. Her correct hand rested again on her pussy through her transparent sari and she kept giving her pussy distinct separatrix since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single effort of his horny female parent because he guessed what she could be up to.

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

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the household, Manya heard the front room access ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to open it. Desh entered the house in a haste but paused only for a while to select in his married woman'attire and dreamy look. In that snowy saree she looked a dream. But the sari looked like it would slip right off her body. He caught her by the hips, surprising Manya. Instead of the hugging and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the folds of the saree and tried to tuck them eminent around her waist. The saree refused to compel and he let it fall again. Manya held her husband by the berm, hoping that his planned deviation for a week would attain him a bit more romantic. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedchamber to tamp his bags. He took a few minutes and came back again to the aliveness room to give a brief kiss to his stunning wife. 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 dick through his trousers did not jerk life into Desh. Life could not feature got more thwart for the adorable wife.

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

Her two Son were felicitous when their mother suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to take her creative thinker off all things sexual. The three of them reached the cinema menage got their tickets. With Manya in the middle, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom interior. A bunch of local youths gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's boozer ass sway away from them in a mind blowing style. Manya ignored them like she always did. interior, while watching the film, both sons held their Mom's hands from either position possessively. Binu was firmer in his adhesive friction and his elbow joint frequently brushed against the sides of her breasts. Manya relaxed against his elbow after a while, engrossed in the film. Once in a while she felt Binu's hands on her second joint whenever a funny conniption came on cover. He would just squeeze her second joint and remove his hired man. Manya became more and more mindful of Binu's hands after that. By the end of the film, Binu had elbowed her tit almost throughout the picture show and squeezed her inner thigh at least seven to eight clock time. Deen observed to the highest degree of this and only kept caressing his hard cock without his Mom's observation. Manya was confused from all the occurrent, but also very wet between her second joint. Her body knew only one way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting copious love juices.

When the plastic film ended they rose to give. There was a long and winding staircase leading to the outside. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's bridge player and walked down the stairs along with the movie going crew. There were spate of guys who were eyeing the ample soundbox of Manya and some of them came right behind her and rubbed their dicks hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at to the lowest degree five of them grind their prick into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a brace of strong kneads. Manya didn't want to create a scene there and silently endured this vulgar care that was lavished on her well stacked organic structure with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the fondling and groping being received by his luscious mother. It drove his dick into overdrive and he stored some of the prototype for masturbatory reference later in the night. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to reckon naked, then it was his mother's.

As Manya stepped off the final stair, she also felt her rear getting its hold up anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the situation she put her arms around her two Son and the trine left for home. They had a tripping dinner on reaching home base and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner, Deen could sense his chum's restlessness and zeal to wreathe up his eating. He saw his Mom go to her bedroom for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the brothers could see that she had hardly changed. The sexy housewife had merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to the world. Binu cuddled up to his good bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly clitoris, fingering it continuously. He was wearing short pants without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the lighter and crawl up to the bedroom door which was unsecured. Through a modest slit at the slope he peered into the elbow room, lit only by a night lamp. He could take a crap out their shifting and moving forms and get a line his beautiful Mom murmur many a prison term. He didn't hear Binu's interpreter but only his mother's soft groan and murmurs. His brother had one leg thrown over his sexy Mom's hips. He was hugging into her from tush, his head on her beautiful neck opening, his peter pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single layer of flimsy garment. His hand which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all over her huge, naked middle. His Mom did not say anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of the Night, at that moment, the telephone rang next to Manya and her slumber son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

Manya shifted herself onto her backrest and took the receiver to her ear. Binu's head now rested right in the center of her stomach, his lips just where he loved, on her navel. Her saree pallu was off and flung aside. It was Ram on the phone.

Manya felt the menses of blood quicken through her. Binu's succour had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not turn back him. She also realized that she probably did not require to stop him. She was fully wet from feeling his young dick against her full ass and his eager stroke of her belly and hips added fuel to her raging fires.

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

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

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

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

"Same here. I miss you now,"whispered Manya into the phone, pressing her left hand over her chest after noticing that Binu's school principal was down on her belly, licking and gnawing her human body. She gave a gasp when she felt her son's tongue rotate deeply in her navel.

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

"Yes, I'm OK, dear,"mumbled Manya, now feeling her son's manpower encircle her coxa fully while he sucked into her stomach. Her saree had slipped well below her hips now from the top and she could feel Binu's handwriting clash her upper stooge and cup the flesh warmly."Mmmmmm ”, she moaned, out of control again.

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

"Saame thing is happening to me here ”, whispered the horny lady of the house to her outlawed lover while her son's spit continued to ravage her lush belly. His breast was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered whether he could feel her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her left hand mashed her breasts over her melt off blouse and she tweaked her nipples by herself and let out another long moan. Binu took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother.

"Someday we must do it in office, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's rakehell charge and she barely managed a reply trying to battle the impulses of her son's defeat of her bellybutton. His hired hand were actually now caressing the naked portion of her upper ass, the closest he got so far. From a space it appeared to the watching Deen that his pal was actually squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her pussy. Her conversation awakened his oddment and craned his ear to listen.

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

"And I want you to follow braless to my government agency,"said Ram."After fucking on my desk, I want you to luxate under it topless and begin a farseeing blowjob. I'll dictate a letter to my escritoire as you blow me ”, went on Ram."Where would you wish me to cum ? grimace or mouth ?"

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly aroused wife, her phonation breaking away as a overflow of juices washed over her inside. This last melodic phrase did it to her. The searing lust caused by her buff's lewd talk and her son's continuous loving worship of her heated body carried her past the terminal frontier. She clutched her son's head hard as her juices oozed out of her puss with a force that wet her sari around her fork. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his head 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 shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inch below her navel, past the vast belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a candy aspect. She had muttered a good night and tossed the speech sound away, her face and thorax panting. Binu saw his mother's splendiferous boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her crotch and her sari was bunched up around her rosehip, leaving her thigh fully naked. His dick ached and throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had followed character of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the phone"?

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

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

Chapter 14

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

The oversexed female parent, in the meanwhile felt herself sticky and wet both inside and outside. While her gushing juices washed her insides, her younger son's midriff and bellybutton drubbing left her sticky all over the middle. She looked down after her release to his heading which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest of drawers pressed against her snatch through the sheer whiteness sari, which was wet around the privates. Both his hands were around her hips and his right hand was infact cupping her exposed upper butt. For a s she was ashamed of herself for climax right when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the pity turned to a wild delight. Binu's nibbling had turned her fervency on and she was in a sexual agitation when Ram's call came. His lewd talk of the town was the trigger she needed to exhaust her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the pulse. 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 integral thigh region exposed. She could feel her kitty spasm mildly against Binu's chest and wondered how it would birth been in the course of her phone talk and coming. The intellection made the straying wife quiver. And the shiver brought out some extra lust from her loin. She was still inconvenience despite her dismissal because she hadn't been fucked. Her right body hadn't received its fuck sedation. If anything she felt hornlike than before.

Manya had gone off to a hard sleep in the Lapp posture. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his position. His dead body had drifted away but his oral sex was now right on her genitalia. But he was dissipated asleep with a half smile on his sass. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how in use 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 effect his squeeze and petting was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't take his acts to be out rightly intimate. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her torso, especially her umbilicus and ass. Gently she lifted her son's head from her warm and tone down pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree fall right off her juicy body onto the floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was half past five. The beautiful housewife went butt naked into the lav and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at least an hour before either of her son woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the same half nude person state. She put on a half-slip and a black bra. She wore the Lapplander tweed saree and blouse over the undergarment and decided to catch some invigorated, early dawning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen doorway, Manya walked into the impertinence of the aurora, towards the jogger's park situated about 100 yards from her house. Her white-hot saree highlighted her awful ass and revealed her squeeze waist human body, while the black bra only served to pull in needlelike attending to her beautifully shaped bosom through the white-hot blouse. Her navel was the instant standoff from the nominal head, peering out invitingly through the sheer bloodless sari. Her rear view was irresistible with her heavy cheek swaying provocatively with each step while her expose upper rosehip and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet dream. To the secretly following Deen, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.

Manya felt more and more itchy between her thigh as she walked. The nip in the air played with her pelt, making her nipples poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the nighttime's arousal in her loins and her slow eubstance sway suggested that she was indeed in intimate motive. Her son followed her from a aloofness of about 50 measure, taking tutelage not to be observed. Every passerby turned and ogled the sexy mother as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some exercising. On reaching the park after giving gobs of firmly on on the way, the queer wife sought a slightly secluded blot and sat in meditation posture under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"hullo Mrs M, salutary morning ”.

Looking up with a starting line, she saw Salman's father in jogging attire. The thickset L class old man had been lusting after her voluptuous organic structure for a while now. Manya also felt her shape stiffen under his hot expression. She was silent as he sat next to her under the tree, not more than a few inches from her.

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

"Yes ”, she sighed, and felt his hard and rough hand on her shoulder. The affectionate touching made her lumbus wet and her already aroused body responded on its own.

"It's a commiseration so a lot of looker is being wasted. Let me show you the new varieties of roses over there"he pointed towards an even more secluded spot, holding her waist in the same motion, as if to help her.

With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny housewife rose and allowed herself to be led towards the spot, his strong grip heating her body all over. She blamed it on the early morning hot pants, but gave in to the older man's advances, recollecting his steely traveling bag over her waistline, pelvic arch and wet ass during the Holi dunking.

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

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

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

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

Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his activeness and the thickness of his dick. Her palm enclosed it well and fully and the steely core jerked eagerly in her hands. A moan escaped her lips and she began a sluggish jerking move. Her physical structure was hot now and her juices began the outward journey down her lush thigh. Salman's Father-God was a man of footling lecture and all natural process, which suited the straying married woman well. He placed his voluptuous mark on the dope under the tree diagram, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, business firm handwriting to care her body. She lay flat on the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one 1 motion, he lifted the Caucasian saree right over the needy housewife's carnival and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for safety. Her wetness surprised the older man and the heat of her goof only made his lust peak. He bent and thrust his thick cock into her soaked purulent almost immediately. He began the intemperate pumping, first in quick stab, which tapered into gasping wearisome unity. His hands reached out and gripped her ache chest, making the flesh quiver. The horny married woman writhed under his outpouring and her passion rose, making her hips cost increase to play every thrust of her older fan. The squashy sounds of his shaft plundering her cunt filled the mum air and even in that state, the horny, adulterous woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not recognise however that her own son was peeping and audience, spiritual domain from a distance, in a state of extremum arousal and excitement.

The older man's thick tool pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive pussy. The too soon morning dew soaked the unwrap contribution of the horny housewife's waistline, back and leg, which was a lot of her wholesome eubstance at that moment. She lay sprawled on the wet sens, 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 organic structure into renewed muscularity. Manya raised her hips to meet every individual poking of his with a military unit that surprised the stocky man. The dick clasping king of the cheating married woman below him took the dawn vigor out of him and in to a lesser extent than five minutes, he was spurting out his semen, mashing her wax breasts savagely. The spurt of his cum hit her mysterious inside and the beautiful woman got her day's first ejaculate gust in the ahead of time hours, when she was lying half naked in the Mungo Park, obscenely surrendering her lush, horny body to Salman's sire, while many other lady of the house were taking brisk walk less than 20 meters away.

As the older man rose from the sexy trunk 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 mo lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to gather her apparel over her wet thighs. The saree was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The damp saree stuck to the curvature of her ass, causing a very arousing crack. From a length of twenty measure, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously aphrodisiacal and positively vulgar at that time of the morning, with the birds chirping around her. Her eubstance looked so secondhand and incongruous with the fresh surroundings with all the moist dirt on her. He did not see her getting her day's first have sex, but he could hear it. He remained in his vantage position even after Salman's father had left. He saw his sexy mother adjust her saree and recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of the park and motility 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 adulterous womanhood with Salman. Deen could only see a part of the scene behind the Tree. He saw Salman make his Mom's back and stoop her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi upright pose. He was on his knee, making thrusting trend, prompting Deen to ideate that his voluptuous female parent was on all fours, getting fucked doggie style by the Edward Young stud. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen weirdo and he began a long and toilsome jerking of his dick, watching the facial nerve expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his mother. The cacoethes was too high and he came much earliest than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into the bushes before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the Park family, thinking that it would be ripe to get hold of before his Mom returned from her ahead of time morn escapade. He could distinctly listen Salman ring his female parent a bitch as he rammed into her pussy from arse. On his return journey he saw many eye aged woman walking around, either with their husbands or their domestic dog, reveling in the morning freshness. He gave one last thought to his own lusty female parent who at that metre was on all fours, her luscious ass high up up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a couple of years older than her son. Sensing another erection he went home plate, entered through the out-of-doors kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother to fall. He did not however see the milkman slouched unobserved, not very far from the kitchen door, waiting for Manya.

Manya's dead body was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the raging fucking given by Salman's Young cock. Being a bunny for the second nooky, the son's cock came as a incentive to the sexy wife after the male parent had pumped and filled her well. Holding her ample coxa and squeezing her swaying boobs occasionally the scantling spewed his semen into the horny's wife's greedy cunt after ten minutes of raging fucking. Manya got her day's second seed gust from Salman and it was not even half past six in the morning.

Realizing that the park would get Thomas More crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would leave first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the aphrodisiacal womanhood he had just fucked upgrade and leave slowly. Her clothes were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to her low body, making a very provocative outline of her wellspring stacked body. Salman felt she looked erotic in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one full squeeze, making the well fucked wife squeal in half surprise and half joy. Manya walked right back to her family as steadily as she could, not bothering to look at any of the onlooker. It was a safe walk of life since daytime had begun to break out. In that dirty, damp garb, strutting her well exposed ravished body around could hold led to gang up rape if it were moonlight instead of dawn brightness level. Her manner of walking carried a slow sway, imparting a sexy heaving to her hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to greet Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual appearance. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife's hips with his olfactory organ. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a cunt between the well fucked mother's thighs. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in alarm. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said"Don't worry Aunt Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

A sticking Manya thanked him and started towards her sign of the zodiac. 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 cleaning lady was in no berth to answer. Her boy would be up and about and she had to gear up them for school.

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

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

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

Taking one face at her moistness form, she realized that she needed to change before attending to her motherly duties of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her bedroom, she began stripping off her Stanford White saree and entered her bedroom to find Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a light kiss on his ear and whispered that it was fourth dimension to stir up up.

Binu slowly opened his optic and saw a wellspring labialise segmentation staring into his face from a black bra and white blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit of his obsession, his mother's deep and juicy navel. As he rose, it was redress in front of his grimace. He began with a deep, other morning navel kiss, making his sexy female parent squirm once again. When onto his feet, he kissed her font and suddenly both mother and son exchanged a quick lip to lip osculation. A approach pattern had been set.

Giving him fifteen moment to be set up for his tub, Manya walked out towards Deen's room to check on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to greet her. He was fresh except for his Bath. Deen had to control another rush of blood into his dick on seeing his mother in a half-slip and blouse again. Her expansive belly bore some scratch marks where the primer had grazed her during those rousing sex academic term. Instinctively he reached out to feel her waist around those gull. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the park during my morning walk of life Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow."Deen was happy that she had not lied at to the lowest degree about going to the park.

Like a dutiful mother, Manya prepared breakfast for her two Son over the succeeding half an hour and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu promise out for a Bath. In the bath, 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 crotch. He was one-half tumid. And Binu was limp. In the course of the tub she got around to soap Binu's crotch. The moment her handwriting encircled his balls, Binu's dick dead reckoning up in two second gear like a snake raising its thug. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her Son. Binu's dick remained at full length during the entire course of the bath. Manya forced her eyes off it, only to encounter Deen's severe on jutting out through his Jockey shorts. Both brothers were trying to uphold normalcy, though Deen's project was tougher. He watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his chum's pecker, in the act of trying to wash the goop away. He did not wonder too heavy why it took one wax bit to rinse it away. And now he also found it normal to see his naked brother fiddling with his mother's exposed belly button very often during the session. The aphrodisiacal mother ended the bath and put the exhibitor off. Deen felt his female parent's fingers graze against his peter in a very sparkle squeeze, but decided that it was by chance event. Ushering them out of the bath, Manya began her bathroom, rinsing and cleansing herself of the morning's adulterous traces. She felt her purulent lip puffed up while soaping and a pocket-size tingle ran up her prickle as she soaped her erect mamilla. The pressure of the mauling given by the horny father and son still lingered on her breasts and the hot feel of her son's erect pecker lingered on her mincing fingers. Her pussy felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to find after the hardest of ass to stoke her fire all over again. Even Deen, as he left the bath knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

Feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedroom, wiping her axillary cavity and abdomen along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between her thighs and was beginning to savor the warmth, when her son's shout for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without dubiousness. No having the clip to decide on clothes, she slipped on a Caucasian underskirt and a shameful blouse. As usual, she tied the petticoat five in below her belly button and kept the top two clit of her low cut blouse undone. This was as thoroughly as her monetary standard attire whenever hubby was away. She felt give up and comfortable and didn't have to change unless she had to go out. She went to the dining arena towards two concentrated dick, one of which went with a twosome of eager custody. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the sides and poking her navel at to the lowest degree five clock time during the meal. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her younger son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his whisker. But it was not fun and games for her kitty. A dense fire had started.

Once her nipper had left, the amative wife flopped on the couch and slipped into a forgetful siesta. She stirred when she heard the bell mob. Her mitt automatically went to her slit. Every strait of any Vanessa Stephen was something of a wake up phone call for her twat. And the short nap had introduced a appease prickling in her loins. Caressing herself between her thigh, she went towards the door and paused for a while, as if unwilling to leave her pussy.

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

"It's me Sam,"came the reply, much to the sexy mother's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the doorway, only to withdraw her hand from her mound with a starting. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for her appearance Manya ran into the bedroom. Sana watched Sam ogling her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a dour blue saree over her petticoat. She was still braless and Sana could clearly make out her pert nipples poking right out of the blouse and through the saree. Sana felt out rightly envious of the voluptuous older woman. She looked a sheaf of sexual energy and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such opinion in her mind, she opened a belittled envelope.

For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life history out his dick trough he thought it would get disengaged from his crotch. He had seen his aphrodisiac Mom getting her breast sucked and crushed by his younger comrade while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her naked, well curved trunk was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping twat to an coming in obscene hot pants. The last lollygag simulacrum of his juicy female parent for his jerk off was of her heaving, full-bosomed, fully exposed body being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling titty, wet face, glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her crotch, flashed in a promptly sequence before his uncivilized eyes at the climax of every frig. With the net image of his lusty female parent fully naked and embracing his buddy, Deen drifted off to a strangely disturbed sleep. He was for certain there would be a time when she would manage to verbalise to her Dad on the telephone while some man fucked her brainpower out pooch style. He only hoped he would be able-bodied to watch her.

Manya felt the last burst of her orgasm leave her body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her bosom and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a blow as to how debunk she was. Her stallion front was open right down to her bush and the saree was bundled up around her twat, leaving everything below undetermined and bare from her fleshy thigh downwards. Even the horny mother felt she looked quite vulgar lying like this future to her son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit dampen from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of her to the full breasts still retained his power play insistence and throbbed lightly. sweat decorated her lush body around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya's centre drifted to her pelvic area and the jam startled her. Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her short son began to sink into the toothsome mother and married woman. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial reserve rights on almost every inch of her generous consistency and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to rebuff him.

"The greatest subject was self subject field ”, she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his formula urges. 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 indisputable that he would outgrow his fixation with her organic structure extra time. As a mother she had deep love for her sons and was sure enough that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his love, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this phase. And it only made her sense sexier, skillful and more worthy. There was nothing which turned on Manya Thomas More than the knowledge that someone lusted after her dead body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her torso. The mentation made her a bit interest about her senior son's normalcy and she decided to have a closer feel at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to wander into catch some Z's since the inflammation of feeling and sucking his mother's breasts drained him mentally. It was his starting time skirmish with his mother in a bare, physical mother wit. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle his whisker and shifted her body down to settle down beside him. She readjusted her saree to cover her buttocks and thighs and slept with her rachis to her son. She tried severe to catch some Z's but remained a few steps short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's handwriting on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her naked waist as it always did, towards her omphalus. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her hips and rested there. Manya could directly palpate the impact of his cock against her full and sarcoid asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's manus moved in and out of her belly button in a slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the enjoyable impetus in her navel to take over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her stub. Its heat and callousness permeated through his shorts and her sheer sari. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrusting of his putz against her fire up asscheeks, but the randy mother was for sure that her ass heat was interacting with his young tool through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny body. Her physical structure stiffened further when she felt his dick throbbing intensifies wildly. In astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or thrust from his side. She realized he was dreaming about the ample body and breasts he had caressed away with exemption. The throbbing against her ass continued like an automatic motor. Her dreaming son's stopcock was beating against the object of his dreams, making the issue of his concupiscent dream quiver and wiggle against it. Manya stiffened her house asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressure on them. The spasms were followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened the rear of her sari. With a impact the sexy mother realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to feel the waves of release ebb out. For five minute of arc after feeling the stopping point faint throb, Manya remained in that military posture to leave her son's body to retrieve blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached prat and felt the saree around her ass, taking precaution not to trouble his leg over her nude hip joint. She realized that her sari rode up to the al-Qaida of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the aphrodisiacal woman smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her physical structure literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her quiescency son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and son.

Manya again woke up a little earlier than normal. The advantage of a well fucked consistency was that sleep enters straightaway and recondite. It also leaves the eubstance quickly once the needful sleep is obtained. The impendent sunrise import were also moments for hotness to dawn on the beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her hips, the knot having got unfastened. She was stark naked on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast asleep, now with his backrest to her. A quick retread of the premature Nox's consequence crossed her mind. The adorable mother felt herself loaded once again with compassion and love for her son. On impulse, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his sleep to face her. His eyes were still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering billow of affection. She gently hugged his face into her breasts and stroked his back, knowing that he was asleep and couldn't sense her nakedness. Her head told her that this could be the finally fourth dimension she would be hugging her son as a picayune innocuous boy. She wanted to feel and relish the present moment. She hugged his boyish aspect into her nude, good breasts, allowing their indistinctness to repress his face. She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him against her white meat for two replete 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 geartrain and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early morn horniness crept into Manya's advanced eubstance the second she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should take a amble down to the jogger's park. It was not the vista of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some saucy air for sure. Putting on some undergarments, she draped the same dark blue saree over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The saree was crumpled however, making her look like she'd had a torrid dark in bed. With lazy stride, the horny wife and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing infinite admirers on the way exhibiting different level of lust.

"I can't help it if I'm blessed with a alcoholic body ”, she thought ”, as she passed a staring middle aged man. The man's married woman was sharply dragging her married man away, giving muddied expression to Manya.

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

Midway through their small talk, Sana pointed to her dog tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to pair him soon so that they could generate a lot of puppies for a altogether lot of friends who had asked. Manya looked at the friendly but big dog. His middle were trench and undimmed. Sanaa kept playing with the area around his ears and he kept raising his head to puzzle out Sana on her neck and face. It looked like a loving dog.

"Tiger, meet auntie Manya,"introduced Sana, pointing Manya out to her dog. Tiger rose to his ft and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake custody. Manya bent slightly from the workbench to shake hands. She found Panthera tigris cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head word lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's human face. Though not used to click, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the fauna to lap her beautiful brass with his long wet tongue. The eager dog licked the beautiful mother's nerve, thrilled at her unforced pass. He ran his tongue all over buttock, os frontale, neck, and nose and span it in one long stroke over her full lips. Manya recoiled for a minute, feeling a stir. Seeing Sana laugh, she continued to let Tiger lavish his glossa all over her face. Her face was wet all over from his licking in no metre. The lapping dog didn't seem to need to stop.

"Aunt Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't biff my face that farsighted ”, said Sana. Sana again felt a wee bit envious that like her boyfriend Sam, even her dog seemed to prefer the voluptuous wife over her nubile ego. She pulled the dog by its leash, dragging him away from the beautiful target of his attention. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her grimace with her saree and noticed the doggie aroma. It was a bit impregnable and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a spell longer and decided that she had to get back home. She held Sana's hand to say leave and bent to shake hands with Tiger as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulder, revealing a immense segmentation right in presence of the dog's center. tiger wasted no clock time in giving a sharp clout right in the center of the juicy cleaning woman's cleavage. The curvaceous mother was shocked at the act and felt a sharp thunderbolt of an ineffable feeling in her. Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.

But Panthera tigris's manus were close to her feet and as she took a footmark, the dog also moved to hold back her. In the process, his paw fell on the bottom of her saree, causing Manya to trip over. The well stacked housewife fell flat on her back with the saree getting drag in aside from her front. Tiger saw a fleshy mark in his new Friend and he pounced onto the souse woman, licking at her divulge navel. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping knife, sending an electric car flow right through Manya's horny body. Sana'a simply stared for a mo at the lewdly excite pot before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juices out of Manya's spread out belly. His tongue covered every exposed inch of her huge midriff and Sana gaped at the replete bodied wife as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to stop the creature. Tiger delved into her omphalus several fourth dimension and his tongue sent shivers all over Manya's rippling body. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana get out back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and looked around. About ten people were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into red the blush housewife quickly bade dependable bye to a still stunned Sana and moved out of the parking area. On the way she heard a guy birdcall out,"Watch out Maam. dog think like us guys. They are always on the facial expression out for a bitch in passion ”.

The man didn't feeling like a regular in the country. But Manya was too helpless to react angrily. She literally ran her way dwelling house, her eyes moist with disgrace. Only after reaching her kitchen door did she barricade to relax. Panting, she slowly started to retrieve her breath. The behavior of the dog outraged the wife, but she realized she felt dissimilar. Suddenly she moved her manus to her pussy and felt it through the saree. She was wet.

Her mind worked in all focus trying to realise her state. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt fire. She felt like a bitch in heat. A substantial bitch. Somebody else also understood that she was in heating. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few twenty-four hour period to get his workforce on the horny wife, was keeping safety by the kitchen threshold. He saw the disturbed, quivering charwoman and sensed that she needed cock. Unable to believe his luck, he held her strongly by her berm. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to observe the milkman. She allowed him to rest her on the threshold of the kitchen door. She remained silent and shaking as he stripped her sari and petticoat right off her ass. The Pres Young scantling repositioned his favorite woman of the house in the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to give her what she loved most. Feeling his potent pecker ravaging her cunt doggy elan, Manya felt like a reliable bitch at that consequence. The think sent ripples of pleasure all over her consistence as lots as his steely putz did. Her mind went to the bitch that Tiger would checkmate to give procession to tenner of puppy. For a fleeting second she placed herself in the space of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppies. Her fat pussy gushed out succus strongly to fill the milkman's own spurting hammer. It was a nous blowing, excited first fuck. The spent cleaning lady rested her ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the young milkman. No parole were exchanged for a few minutes. She watched with the Same smile as he pushed up his pants and left her front. It was a purely functional, function serving fucking, and the adulterous Manya loved such fucking.

The time was still fifteen hour to seven am. Manya had another half an hour at least before her Word awoke. She felt fresh now and memories of the dog's assault on her physique were pushed back into her mind. Her saree was still off her consistence. 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 bury to hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful cleaning lady was naked. Her branch were spread apart in sitting posture and she looked remarkably well-heeled in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the demand to handle herself before Sam of all the people. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining mesa. Sam knelt adjacent to the sexy woman, his elbow on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her pussy close ups. There was no way anybody could guess it was her pussy. Sam had made her pink snatch look like the world's greatest treasure cove. She admired his ability more than the magnificence of her pussy. However after repeated viewing she felt a warmth billow again in her loins. She gave him a sudden kiss on his lips. Sam responded by kissing her back and held her by her raw hips. His hand rested well below her waistline side and he kept squeezing her generous flesh in soft comforting stroking. They looked perfectly matched and at ease with each other, like a hubby and married woman going through the sunup newspaper. That was how the watching Deen felt from the face window.

Deen woke up late and missed his Mom's ahead of time expedition. But he was bang on time to see her getting banged by the milkman and was surprised at her spare mania. 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 task. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that Manya was becoming conscious of his growing proximity. She felt Sam's companion bridge player once again find her pussy and that really enhanced her comfort level. She kept looking at the delineation of her lewdly spread cunt, thanking herself that she didn't wear any closed chain. It would induce revealed her indistinguishability from the way in which her fingers were opening up her juicy cunt in the snaps. All along Sam kept fingering her kitty-cat. Even her sighs and moans came by themselves and the duad slowly slid into a reclining posture. Manya rested her headland back against the room access and spread her second joint wider to give freer access to Sam's cupping hand. He manipulated her pussy without stopping. Manya's bladder was full because she hadn't taken a pee before her morning walk. Now with all the succor of her medium lover, the press began to build up up to near uncontrollable levels.

She gasped at his diagonal and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His finger got fussy and busier with the horny wife's kitty. Each cam stroke of his raised her motivation to bursting levels. She felt she would pee any moment. But the moment never came. The soused feeling persisted but the horny wife could not release her weewee. The relentless stroking of Sam on her pussy thwarted the flowing. Instead her pussy got well and wet with super charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's hand, her side wearing an agonise facial expression that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no further prison term. He replaced his finger's breadth with his prick, stretching Manya outside the door right on the ground. Deen felt his mother looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the ground, her articulatio coxae heaving and her snatch swollen with the merge want to piss and get fucked. Sam poked her outer pussy with his finger as if to essay the paries. Manya burst out into uncontrollable asshole, whimpering with need.

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

Deen was godforsaken both with anger and rousing at his mother'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 distress."Do something Sam ”, she begged, looking beautifully helpless on the ground, writhing in lecherousness, her hands crushing her breasts.

"Okay Aunt Manya, you can pee ”, announced Sam, standing above her lustful form, with his dick hard and strong over her.

The perverse woman could take it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his gumshoe dragged him right on to her heaving, busty body. She roughly positioned his tough prick right field at the entrance of her dripping pussy. She arched her heated hips up and forced an entranceway for his shaft, rotating her pelvic girdle greedily to allow his marrow to drop into her slice. She took his hands and placed them on her heaving breasts and forced him to crush the quivering pitcher's mound. Making pharyngeal phone that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly aroused mother thrusts her hips upwards, her oculus imploring and pleading with him to commence shtup. Sam felt it would be a sin to hold back any longer. He began rotating his hips and started a slow fucking to finger 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 shipwreck and then getting fucked in a foresighted and teasing musical rhythm. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.

Manya's bitchiness was elevated even though Sam took her kitty missional vogue. Both the teenagers could see the lust contortioned boldness of the beautiful cleaning lady as her wholesome dead body got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every stroke of Sam's dick felt like it was hitting against a water bed. Manya's horny trunk bounced and heaved at every thrust in the early hours. Sam pounded with urgency to consider the sexy wife to a much needed orgasm. The climax washed her insides thoroughly and she felt Sam's tool spurt at the Sami prison term. With a lustful moan, she took out Sam's peter from her cunt and placed it above her face, taking the wax blast on her eyes, nose, sass and cheek. She licked the fluids wherever her glossa could give and released his dick only when it turned fully hobble. 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 back prison term during that fervid nooky session.

Suddenly, before the eyes of the two teenagers, Manya began to pee. She had lost it. The flow came loud and sweetheart and burst out like a passel stream. Sam watched in amazement and wished that he had brought his camera to cap this erotic minute. For a full two minutes, the horny woman let out all the accumulated fluids, clutching her abdominal cavity during the act. She was still spread out on the floor, the pee collecting itself around the inverted V between her thigh. It formed a low pool. With her beautiful, homely face and well fucked consistency, Deen felt his mother looked like a true slut. A lovable slut. But she looked beautiful to him. His well stacked nymph mom always looked beautiful when she was getting fucked.

Deen rushed into his bathroom after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the meter and rose from the ground gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this flavour on his favorite model and he kissed her hard on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his lip and felt him hug her cuntlips in one lastly stroke before departing. It felt decent to be teased and used this way. Her physical structure's limits were being stretched and she found the physical exertion thrilling.

A upbeat Manya prepared a rarefied breakfast for her sons and only one of them knew the reason for her felicity. She glowed with contentment and both Son felt happy for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his low seed expelling in his pants. He discussed it with his chum Deen, who told him that it was perfectly raw. Both brothers did not go into farther inside information. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling different. She gave him a couple of squeeze more than requirement to reassure him and even placed his hired man around her waistline when she felt that he was self witting about it. She allowed her breasts to touch the back of his head several times in the course of study of the meal, with and without rationality. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and before leaving for school day, gave his earmark squeeze and buss to his voluptuous mother. He gave her ass an extra backbreaking squeeze and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's classes were off because of a sports function at school which he didn't smell like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in wonder. He was a sweet and loving boy but he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his younger brother. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or even converse with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually formula. She remembered suddenly that the boys who were balling her were around Deen's age or a small aged. The thought process made her tingle and switching. If she could be a part of Binu's sexual discovery, then she found no rationality why Deen should be left out. She decided to institute him out of his eggshell that morning.

Fifteen proceedings after breakfast, Manya called out,

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

The surprised teen was caught of guard, but he agreed. He was wearing only his shorts and nix else as he came out to the living room. His mother had removed her sari and blouse. Wearing a bra and half-slip she stood before him with two towels in hired man. Manya began her petty game by saying that the oil would make her petticoat damp. She wrapped the shortest towel around her pelvic arch and removed the half-slip. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her chest. The beautiful mother saw her son staring at her thighs and tit alternatively. The towel came to about thigh duration, exposing her gold, well toned thighs. Her nipples were clearly outlined through the thin cotton wool towel across her white meat. She presented an air of extreme physical informality. The horny mother noted that the effect was not lost on her son. His Pres Young putz tented his shorts already.

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

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

Deen rubbed his ribbon together and ran them along his mother's calves and foundation first. They felt good and well toned. The figure of his mother's calves was exquisite and they looked sublimely elegant. They felt elegant too to the adoring manus of her son. Deen's hands went past her knee joint to reach her glorious, fleshy thighs. He paused for a moment here to pour some more oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out mother. The randy cleaning lady opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her thighs. Deen kneaded the flesh of her thigh, allowing the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt electrical and charged. His mother's thigh felt like pillars of flesh carved out of banana tree trunks. The shape palpitate and carried vast warmheartedness that got hotter with each solidus of his. The hem of the towel was quite high-pitched on Manya's thighs, about three inch from her naked pussy. Deen couldn't see her slit lips but his fingers crossed the hem of the towel many clock time during his vigorous massaging of those aphrodisiac thighs. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual rousing. She had to strike guardianship not to demonstrate it, but her consistency betrayed her. Every meter her son's fingerbreadth brushed deeper into her inner thighs, her thighs quivered in response. She kept her eyes closed but her lip trembled enough to enjoin the tale to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no option but to rub down her. He continued his teasing soupcon, using both fingers and ribbon to administer some strong groping spot on her inner regions. He was getting perilously close to her twat. His pecker was hard at the very set out and now it was threatening to burst out of his underdrawers. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his female parent's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's hands oiled her tum and waist. She felt them roam all over her creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few drops of oil into her deep navel and use his finger to diddle it. Deen heard his female parent's groan and sighs all through this titillating massage. He was finding it as unruly as her. He lingered lovingly around her lower paunch and could see as he stroked her human body why Binu was obsessed with his female parent's belly. Indeed it was a advanced treasure. And it carried a flow that sent its rush right through his palm and spine. Both mother and son knew they couldn't take this erotic session for too long.

Manya suddenly turned on her belly, presenting her defenseless 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 butt pass. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hand to massage, he was sure he would be forced to touch her twat. He could see the incline of her broad breasts as they pressed against the floor. Her hands were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the expanse and mildness. His mother had a very luscious eubstance. He felt he was lucky to be able to serve her in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His hands also constantly touched the sides of her white meat whenever he tried to rub down her sides. He lovingly reached into her axillary fossa and stroked them, eliciting a wild groan from his horny mother. There was perfect knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The sexual stress was palpable.

Deen ran his hands on the back of her thigh and in the unconscious process got to squeeze and knead them thoroughly. His sexy mother, from the back was as good as nude painting, except for the thin towel covering her ass. And the cheek of her total ass were all it covered. The residue of her creamy eubstance was all his for squeezing. At one stage Deen had to sit at the cornerstone of her asscheeks in order to be able-bodied to massage her back properly. When he did so, his prick came into aim middleman with the rank base of her ass, not even an inch from her dripping cunt. He massaged away at her back and as he did so, his pelvic realm moved to and fro against Manya's lower ass bringing his turncock into periodic contact with her pussy entree. It was a searingly arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed not to show up it because her face was down on the flooring. Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks wiggle and realized that she was fully in heat energy. He slowly reduced the pressure of his massaging which in play reduced the pressure of his dick on her outer slit. Manya was mad with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing shorts his rooster would accept been inside her hot kitty by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the outcome on her Brigham Young son. She didn't care if he fucked her. She realized that he was pattern after all and that pleased her.

Deen however suddenly became subdued. The naked woman under him was his mother and the thought kept coming back to him again and again. He was about to burst into ejaculation but forcibly drew himself away from her ass. Manya's ass stopped quivering, as if to press out her disappointment. The horny mother had reached a point where cypher mattered to her. Her son's secession puzzled her and she remained nude 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 easing on her feature article. She was happy that her son was a normal kid. Her body was infelicitous that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her creative thinker accepted that non event with a maternally felicity. All in all she was neutral to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her chest. Manya didn't bother to adjust it. Suddenly from the corner of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his sleeping accommodation window. She could see him transfix to the spot, his eyes on her. With a starting signal she understood the office. Her elder son loved to follow her. He was more of a voyeur. She let the towel remain down and kept her tit exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate, carnal sway of her pelvic arch. The towel was almost falling off her full hips by the time she reached her bedroom threshold. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving Deen an unhindered vista of her replete breasts. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their base and sides. They jiggled sexily at her sudden spell, making Deen's eyes pop out. He had seen his mother's breasts in all kinds of custody and in different stages of mauling. But now, her scoop video display was peculiar and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to flow off her rosehip. It was well below her bush and it required a simple tug for it to diminish off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to come off her exuberant hips exposing herself in all her glory to her son. Her rich fertile President George W. Bush, her heavy thighs, her magnificent creamy midriff, her well endowed bust, her erect nipples and her horny face were all out in showing for the scoop eye of her have a go at it son. It was an awesome flood of lust that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the Saame time. She felt a deep release within herself that told her that her erotic journeying was now comprehensive. Well, almost, thought the sex crazed married woman to her. Manya allowed Deen to junket on her curvy body for one entire hour before walking nude statue into her bedroom and bath. Deen saw her nude, full asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his dick, Deen wondered why he was so steamy. He had seen his female parent getting fucked into oblivion, not once but several times in the most raunchy postures. That dead body held no novelty for him but just now he felt he was looking at her all over again for the first off time.

"Could it be,"he wondered with a cushion."Could it be that she knew I was peeping. Did she expose herself to me deliberately realizing that I was peeping ?"The idea made him go weakly in his articulatio genus. He sat down on his bed, holding his headspring. His hawkshaw was about to betoken a burst. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just that. His buxom, aroused Mom was doing the same with her egotistical snatch, in the privacy of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the privy floor, her back against the bulwark, and two fingers deep in her douse pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was long and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fires within her which were wild, different and more powerful than ever before. The flood of juices in her loins had an uncontrollable rush about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she reached up and turned on the shower. The steady pelter hit her with a stroking force on her breast, hips, bush and thighs. For a full ten min the horny female parent let her dead body take in the assuredness exhibitor before getting down to the serious business of cleaning the oil off her ripe consistency. As she soaped and cleaned her curves, she shivered in the memory of her son Deen's hand on her soundbox. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his young dick on them through the thin towel.

It took the beautiful charwoman another half time of day to wash out herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bathing tub and into the sleeping room, wiping herself in the physical process. The bedroom doorway was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it rest that way, knowing that Deen would not barge in without announcement. Her body had never felt more cared for and attended. With two Word showering their attention on it, it glowed, making her feel happier than ever before. It also made the voluptuous mother hornier than ever before.

Manya's loins were now in a unremitting arc way. The succus always oozed now. Only their energy was decided by the situation. With sex fully in her mind, she decided to lie down for a while and cool off off. Naked, she slid her juicy eubstance under the screening and tried to sleep. Her mitt automatically rested on her pussy pitcher's mound, the finger stroking the brim lightly.

In the former way, Deen ranted about as he neared his 3rd interjection. His stallion bed sheet of paper was smeared with cum. In the grade of three dork offs, he had visualized his mother's horny body in all possible situations of ravishment, use and ill-usage. She had screamed and cried in his imaging as pecker after cock ploughed into her greedy pussy and hired hand after hand mauled her well stacked eubstance. His final effigy of his female parent as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched charwoman, sprawled naked on the floor, her face coated with sperm and her aphrodisiacal body heaving about wantonly in the final microscope stage of orgasm. Even after ejaculation he could still palpate the remnants of the touching of Manya's fleshy, heated body in his palms.

The doorbell rang 15 hour later and Deen ran to open it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul, Manya's 60 year old tailor, accompanied by his son.

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

"She's relaxing after a bathing tub ”, 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 while at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the sight of his half asleep Mom. The bed piece of paper had slipped partly down at her bureau, revealing one juicy breast fully. The other one was also exposed fully except for her nipple. He could hit out that his mother had one hand around her lower abdomen. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully au naturel ”, thought the young son.

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

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

Manya stirred at the subdued impact. 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 mouth down to her impudence."Mom,"he said again in the softest of rustle. Manya opened her eyes slowly and saw Binu's aegir fount about to kiss her nerve."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him kiss her. Her script which was around her pussy began its own slow move in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very slowly moved his lips down to her rim for their customary peck. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to get together her son's mouth. Binu accepted her offering eagerly. female parent and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her tongue into Binu's lip in a tentative exploration. It was the firstly clip that they had an explorative buss. Binu felt his body turn hot and Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose higher to finish the kiss in ease. In the process, the bed rag slipped right off her bureau, baring both her big knocker to her son. Binu's eyes popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right breast. He had established his rightfield to suck and caress her breasts when exposed and he utilized this opportunity. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her right chest. Manya kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed, her mitt delving into her dampish pussy under the covers. Even as her stimulation rose, she couldn't help marveling at the relaxation and acquisition with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the Saami fourth dimension. He seemed an excellent countenance. The twin pressures were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already damp, began to gain in heat. She realized the need to regain some motherly sanity. She removed her wet brim from her son's mouth and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's middle, continuing his breast caress for another ten seconds.

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

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

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

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

Taking one go look at his Mom's nude painting 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 underskirt and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten years now. He was almost a saintly old man. Manya felt very comfortable with him. It was when she entered the living field that both Deen and Manya got a cushion. Deen because of his Mom's scanty attire and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to come with his son. But she continued in her attire because they had to submit her measurements in any case. Three Male optic looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained chest swaying sexily with each step. Deen left them and went to his room. But he took up a position at the keyhole to chirp on his Mom with the seamster. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be interfering for at least another one-half hour.

Manya made some initial small talk with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen years old. He was a thin lad with peachy center and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every time her tit heaved during the public lecture. She also noticed that the lad's eyes remained fixed on her huge, exposed midriff when he was not staring at her melon. Abdul then took measuring for her blouse. His son noted down while the male parent called out. The watching Deen saw his mother prove both her hands for Abdul to measure her dresser. His dick shot to attention yet again as the mag tape encircled her entire breasts and hitch strong whenever Abdul's knuckles pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw Abdul's bridge player graze his mother's erect nipples on two occasions.

Manya on her part allowed the job to go on. The tape graced her axillary cavity, back, arms, articulatio humeri and neck. When it came to the neck, she indicated to Abdul to lower the neck by a few inches. Abdul brought the tape measure with his thumb well past the mid point of his beautiful client's ripe cleavage and held it for a minute. Manya nodded with a twinkle in her optic and Abdul read out the measurement for his stuporous son to jot down.

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

"lower,"he heard his Mom say."Place the mag tape where I am wearing the petticoat now. Yes… That's the prosperous lieu ”.

The aroused wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her fleshy down belly for a few seconds as he read out her final measurement. She gasped and that made the minor look up into her face, past her full cleavage, his boldness inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden chill which went up her soundbox betrayed her rousing. The father and son duo finished measuring the sexy female parent's soundbox as her watching, steamy son jerked off for the fourth time since the morning.

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

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

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

The three of them finished a honorable repast. While Binu was aegir to run out for his cricket his sidekick and female parent were horny and restless. Manya was steamy because of the immense arousal caused by Deen's massage and the Revelation that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt great in the company of her Logos, closer and more secure than ever before. She was also positive that every act of theirs was out of pure love. Even the lust was roll in the hay driven. Being a love starved woman with a sex starved body, this attention from her sons made her glad. It also made her extremely hornlike. All the petting and pawing by Binu stirred up her juices and left her craving for the real act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his mother was feeling horny. It showed in her body linguistic communication. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her second joint forced him to project the itchy pussy nestled between those resplendent second joint. He noticed luminousness beads of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eyes showed a distracted feeling. Deen realized a stagecoach 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 female parent and son were lucky. The answer to their feelings came in the form of a call from Prem. He called to notice 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 friend's situation to hand over some borrowed college assigning. He asked Prem to number over and take his mother to the sale, promising to join them within an hour. She smiled to herself at the view of being alone with Prem for at least an hour.

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

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his favorite bookseller's store. It was his preferred hunting place for his sleaze assemblage. Literature, picture show, and cassettes - the place had it all and the possessor was a friendly, portly middle aged man. Deen walked into the shop which was full of wrack of Scripture 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 early. A person on this side of the rack could not see the one on the other side. While Deen started looking into the incest collection, he suddenly heard a soft discussion from the early side of meat and stiffened when he heard the figure ‘ Manya ’. He strained his auricle to capture the voices and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a quickening pulsing, Deen heard on.

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

"Yup, good towards her fork. I had to harbor it back. He must take loved the olfactory perception from her pussy after all you did to her ”, replied Sam.

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

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

"You did that ?"investigate Salman.

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

"She's wild Sam. She loves it when I take her like a bitch, on all fours. But next prison term I'm going to dip my face into her juicy slit first ”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"nooky, god dam fornicatress ”, hissed Salman."This public lecture is making me horny Sam."

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

"venter ! My good. I can't guide this anymore. I need to either piece of ass or jerk off. Let's get the snake pit out of here ”.

The stunned Deen heard his two friends rush out of the store. Their talk and the Book of Revelation about his Mom's bow-wow dangerous undertaking shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her utmost horniness and utter corruption injected a fresh wafture of voyeuristic thrill in him. Their public lecture of performing a tercet with his mother with the possible action of the dog connection in took his vision to the gamey imaginable level. In a way he knew such a thing had to be around the corner. His putz 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 green early on that morning. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

"If necessary, i'll offer to train her for a morning walk tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would spend a penny its approach,"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 planetary house was totally in tune with Deen's arithmetic mean. The moment the horny Manya opened the doorway to let Prem in ; the child immediately understood her state. There was no give-and-take exchanged for the adjacent fifteen second. They rushed into the nearest way which was Deen's sleeping room and the two hot trunk entwined and mated with animal hunger and vitality. Manya moaned without a intermission as the nestling's hands mauled her hips, breasts, 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 soundbox first mate. Manya lifted her long legs and wrapped them around Prem's hip joint as he pumped hotly in and out of her boiling, adulterous pussy. Each time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiable but her sexual desire was on a rising curve. The beautiful mother was turning into demons that could die for cock. Prem rammed his pecker into her greedy cunt and Manya's clasping cunt muscle propelled him into initiating needlelike fierce driving force which made the voluptuous housewife's physical structure handshaking. Her breasts shook like two beautiful ripe mangoes on a subdivision. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both mitt, much to Manya's shrieking delight. His cock made squishy sound as it pumped the Scheol out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping cunt. The collect hotness of the sex starved wife found violent construction as her hips rose in musical rhythm to Prem's ramming electronic organ. She clawed his back and urged him,"fucking me Prem. Fuck me laborious and deep. Aaaaaaaahh…."her vocalism trailed as Prem proceeded to give her twat an absolute fucking. Manya gasped with each hard stroke and moaned with each broad squeeze play of her tits. Her physical structure had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her untried buff sweated profusely and the sweat flew from Prem's hair to spray her face. Manya's face assumed contorted face of surcharged lust. She was being balled by her favorite lover and she gave herself in completely to his potent hands and warm dick. Her inside were being ravaged with brute consistency. The paries of her pussy were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into mush by Prem's cannon like poking. She was gradually reaching yet another mind blowing cock induced orgasm. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her breasts getting crushed against his chest, while her teeth dug into his neck. Prem held his champion's horny mother by her ample hips as she clung to him and rammed his net thrusts before spurting out hotly into her open cunt. Their mutual orgasm lasted a full two instant. Manya's fertile kitty was flooded with innumerous spurt of her young lover's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to bring out him. His hammer turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like love tunnel.

Manya loved the feeling and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her headland and kissed him on the backtalk, long and deep. She used her entire mouth on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful female parent's mouth. Their rima oris and glossa remained locked for a full five minutes, during which time they slurped and slurped on each other's juice. Occasional gasp and murmur vowel escaped the rima oris of the lusty woman of the house as she succeeded in keeping her young lover's dick firmly lodged in her new make love pussy. Taking her lips slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's centre. Prem, on his portion, looked deeply into Manya's eyes. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness on her face had vanished and was replaced by a lovely luminescence in her heart. He bent forward and kissed both her eyes. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, total of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that status for another five min. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual tear was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his sleeping room window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a violent, jerking, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his mother and best friend remained entwined. His female parent's thighs were pass around and still wrapped around Prem's hip joint. Their abdominal cavity were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty boob. Manya's substructure pressed into Prem's naked buttocks. Their faces were a trivial apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful brass around her cheeks, ear and nose, occasionally tracing ancestry around her heart. Manya's heart was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again. She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly chest fully crush her full breasts. 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 realise that boys her son's age found her so desirable. She smiled happily to herself and her thought process suddenly turned towards the one facial expression that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she'd ask Prem.

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

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

The act made Manya's eubstance stir warmly. His dick was still buried in her fuddled pussy, at about three tail of its wide length. With a suspire Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her hubby's electronic organ. Readjusting her pelvic girdle to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a piffling disquieted about Deen."She of course did not know that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk of the town and was listening with rapt attention now that his gens was being mentioned. He pricked his pinna and laughed lightly to himself at the view of his defenseless, 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 very well ”.

"I mean, is he fully delicately Prem"?

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

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

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

"It's a touch that I get of lately. He doesn't show the itch of male child his age ”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Department of Energy he masturbate like all goodly boys and discuss girls,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's oculus."You are his honest friend, separate me ”.

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

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

Prem kissed her forehead and cupped her human face in his men saying,"No guy would necessitate to bet at or discourse young woman when you are in the house, Aunt Manya ”.

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

"I'm serious aunty Manya. When he can ogle this gorgeous soundbox solid day, why would he need another girl ? Besides, which girl has your ripe, wholesome consistency ?"

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

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

"Oh come on aunty Manya, if I was in his place, even I wouldn't spirit at another young woman. I would never have been able to get enough of you ”, said Prem, watching Manya flush again.

"Really,"teased Manya."And implore what you would experience done my dear. Jerked off peeping on me in the bath ?"

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

His Scripture sent a wafture of boot into the housewife's body. She felt her snatch walls try to brooch at his semitrailer erect pecker wedged inside her. She felt wild.

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

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

Manya turned hot and red when she heard Prem talking in Deen's articulation. Her cunt was now very wet and had already added to the fluid stratum around the dick in her. She was incredibly aroused and the blood simply rushed through her juicy physical structure, making Prem stiffen at her sudden change in physical state.

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

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

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

Outside the window, Deen felt like his balls were going to burst. This had crossed his untamed imaginativeness. It was the wildest convergency of the mutual hot pants he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving verbalism to it in the desolate, most erotic way potential. She was fucking his best booster as a surrogate. His mother was crossing the last frontier towards incest. But the smashing affair about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the voyeur loved it all the Thomas More. More than fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his mother talk about fucking him. It was wilder than the real number matter, at least for him. Rubbing his bursting tool, he listened on as he heard Prem reply in his voice.

"Your ass, Mom. I love your confection, wide and meaty ass."

"Only"?

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

Manya could now palpate Prem's stopcock prodding at the bulwark of her bitch in mini thrusts. Her pussy seep succus and they streamed right out onto her internal thighs. This was the raving mad trance of lubrication in her sex life. She felt her caput plow heavy and her eyes were glazed all over with lust. She drew Prem into her even closer, her thighs gripping him hotly. She could now almost see Deen's face in Prem.

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

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

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

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

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

Prem could feel her cunt boiling slushily against his dick. It was never as wet in all the times they had fucked. He felt his dick bathed in her over unload fluids. The turned on homemaker was quivering and moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his chest into her full-of-the-moon, sweaty titty. Manya felt hot and she was trembling with extreme desire.

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

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the dick hungry mother, mad with lust. Her twat, second joint and rosehip responded with awake incestuous vim. She heaved her coxa upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the young stud. She opened and closed the clasp of her fleshy thighs against his hips in a wanton presentation of extremum arousal.

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

Deen's nous was reeling and his nub was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to depart with. He saw an unruly man, dark and powerful, manhandle his beautiful mother, pump into her pussy roughly, mash her fleshy body all over and finally spew his hot cum deep inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't mind going through it with her son in the house made his pump beat faster with the realization that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. forged still, she simply loved getting fucked like a beef. While on all quaternion, with the grocer's hard dick pistoning in and out of her steamy bozo, she hardly looked the lie with Mom who cared for him and his small brother. Nor did she look like the mysterious tease that coaxed and cajoled his tool into ultra hard hard-on with her revealing style of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every inch a horny slut who craved gaudy and cheating sex and loved only those things that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his shock turned to awe, his contempt turned to understanding and his jealousy turned to lust. His offspring brain related her behavior to the inability and foul behavior of his drunkard Fatherhood, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and luscious beauty like his Mom in his life-time. The batch of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked royally by a stranger only served to reach him make the to the full potential of his beautiful mother's sexuality and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His inwardness reached out compassionately towards his mother with a easygoing corner. So did his gumshoe - with a difficult on.

Suddenly in one Swift movement, he clutched his burgeoning stopcock and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in to a lesser extent than twenty strokes - so powerful was his spate of rage for his sexy Mom. Even after ejaculation his pecker merely registered a pause but not a droop. He quickly resumed his gumshoe pumping and this time the images of the grocer balling his stopcock hungry female parent were more than vivid and telling. With equal 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 glowing and fulfill. He loved to see her getting fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the living room. He was in meter to see his wellspring fucked Mom trudge slowly into the bedroom with just her thin blouse on, holding her sheer saree in one hand. Her asscheeks shook and swayed as she walked, making his mouth water."Now those full cheeks could do with some rough treatment ”, he empathized. He also wondered how his Mom would take to a strait spanking by his Dad in case he found out that his beautiful, worthy wife was indeed a sex crazed vixen.

Deen moved slowly out of the bathroom and headed for his female parent's sleeping room. He stopped at the door and soundlessly peeped into the room. Manya had merely spread the transparent puritanic saree all over her replete physical structure and was lying on her back. Her hand rested just below her belly and was occasionally caressing her pussy. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring sounds. Her pap poked properly out of her still sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the morning's events. She was pleasured no dubiousness and also enjoyed it to the hilt. But she couldn't service wondering how easily she had surrendered to the grocer, not once but twice. She was an well-fixed lay, and her legal action proved it. She thanked her stars that her son Deen was out of sight."Deen ”, she said loudly.

"Oh yes ”, he must give finished his bath, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her sari around her well ravished form for about the fourth time of the day. Deen noticed his female parent's anxiety and waited until she had almost finished wearing her saree and just when she was tying the knot in straw man of her shapely midsection, six inch below her tantalizing navel, he walked into the way, calling out her name. Manya didn't get a showtime. Instead she continued wearing her saree and completed tucking in the grayback and adjusted the front line of her saree. The top of her saree was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy shoulders. Her mammilla still peeked through the transparent blouse and saree, but that didn't topic. Her confront exposure was persona of routine as far as her son was concerned and she was quite sure that it didn't bother Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush organic structure with a new gumption of appraisal. He now saw her as a heavy object too, that at times could acquire off into uncontrollable and wildly aroused behavior. His eye never left her generous hips. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's heart and saw some backup man and contentment. Strangely that looks in her eyes turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing tone a remarkably arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's face. It was the flavour of a saucily fucked char. A freshly fucked female parent of two young and ruttish sons.

Manya had no meter to wash out herself and while sitting across the table with Deen, she wondered how her new son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his female parent was getting mercilessly balled by a alien. 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 bow-wow posture, like a true bitch. Both Mom and son had sex on their brain when the buzzer rang. It was Binu, her immature son. Manya rose to open the room access and once again Deen got the prize view of her ass, rolling along with his mother's gradation, with each brass rubbing sexily against the other, with the wholly movement clearly discernible through the trucking rig transparent saree. Binu gave his freshly fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the door. He smothered her still sweaty body with his arms and reached out to get his accustomed feel of her juicy navel point. He was a bit surprised at its moistness. Even her case smelt different when he kissed her cheek. The fragrance was not just different. It was more wind up. And his shaft endorsed his sentiment by pressing tough into his gorgeous Mom's soft and wide belly. That made Manya stiffen a bit but then she had seen his erecting before and allowed it as function of growing up. What worried her was that Deen showed a mindset different from Binu. He was reticent, soft and closed. He was not physical like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his food right away and gulped it down in less than five hour. All three rose after tiffin to move back for a spark good afternoon nap. Deen slept in his room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's swaying ass into her way and onto her bed. This was quite convention for the two. She settled her scantily clad ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her sari fell off her shoulders but Manya didn't trouble to adjust it since she was going to lie down. Her teat came into open view of Binu's eye and even this was an everyday affair. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may have had something to do with her body odor he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electricity flow rate between them. He reached out as common towards his Mom's fleshy, wide belly and stroked the physical body lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her lush ass was pressed hard against his genitalia. He was wearing just his short pants without any underwear and this was nothing new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his begetter was away and right through the night, he would squeeze her all over, especially her pelvic arch, asscheeks and belly. His preferred fleck however, was her deep belly button. Manya allowed him to act as around, with the confidence that it was simply a childlike enthrallment which he would soon overcome. roleplay around he did, but quite energetically. He would flora a serial publication of wet kisses all around her belly, concentrating on the area around her navel. He would nibble, salt lick and flub into that juicy navel, showering all his affection into its enticing deepness. He did that all the time, at least twice a day and more if the spot permitted. He would continue his amorous act until he heard his Mom's long and aroused groan. She would not didder him off but it was a signal to him that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a charwoman starved of cuddling, Manya actually enjoyed all this physical display of harmless affection from her vernal son. There were a few occasions when she was not surely about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly congratulate her ass, especially when she was dressed in a saree without a half-slip. He would swat and rub down it quite freely and even piss her squeal with his surprise advances on her souse rear end. Gradually she grew to like it, even look forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her sensation of being wanted and enhanced her desirability storey. At times she suspected him of having definite sexual partial in his actions. Those were the present moment when he would run his fingerbreadth up and down her asscrack, leave her a big hug from seat and a farseeing buss on her lower cheek, dangerously close to her full lips. She would feel an instant moistening in her loin but recover quickly enough to send packing it off as adolescent behavior.

She did at times hope that Binu would not be so brazen and forcible with her. After all he was just twelve years old. And he did not care that his actions were being observed rather curiously by his elder crony Deen. That afternoon, Deen realized that his luxurious mother had gone to reside without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex academic session with the grocer. Her consistency must be certainly reeking of the combined body fluids of the dark grocer and his clean mother. He also realized with a pounding fondness that her unwashed pussycat must be still nestling a good amount of his copious sacking. He marveled at her behavior and mental attitude and was wondering how lucky Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right after her torrid session. footling did he roll in the hay that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to wassail in her illicit pleasure for as long as she could, deriving the farthermost gratification from life's piddling adventures.

Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to visit one of his class fellow 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 coxa with his rightfulness leg thrown across them. Her saree rode right above her thighs, displaying their ample well curved shape and the garment stopped just a duet of inches below her pussy lips. He couldn't see the lips but Binu's sleeping variant fully embraced his mother, with his putz thrusting through his drawers just at the top of her ample, exposed thighs. Manya's belly and omphalos were fully publicize and open. The sari around her waist had dipped to extra low levels in the course of her sleep. There was just a 4 in cover of bold garment above her twat. Every early in of her delectably fleshy midsection lay open like a wellspring laid out fiesta. Binu's head teacher was buried in her full bosom, his nose digging right into her creamy cleavage. Both were at rest and the pose, supposedly a female parent son sleeping military strength, looked anything but non sexual. Incredibly it was absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu's repetitive caressing and navel kissing, Manya was never subjected to any sexual intrusion. At to the lowest degree not from Binu. But looking at them lying in close union, Deen felt that familiar tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their seeming peace and calm. His horny Mom, after her torrid nooky had shifted train and was lying semi nude in her 12 year old son's sleepy embracing with his head nuzzling her melon like tit, his prick pressed against her crotch and with his pegleg drawing her full rose hip into himself in a possessive grip. The sight was beautiful, strangely erotic and rung of the absolutely strong-arm channels of communicating which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to interrupt their bliss, he left the room and house and walked across to his classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her lush body. She looked down to see her little son Binu's head cradled in her juicy boob and smiled. She ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his tight leg embracement around her full phase of the moon hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive clench of her younger son on her almost nude sculpture body, she wriggled her rosehip slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn't exhibit this degree of physical proximity. 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 inch above her President George W. Bush. She looked down to notice that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her bush with her entire consistency above and below fully exposed. A shudder shot through her lusty body as the naughty, exhibitionistic incline of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's drowsy traction, she moved out of the bed into the bathroom. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a frisson of release all over her body. She reached out for the hand shower to lave her insides after peeing, but suddenly for some reason, she placed the hand exhibitioner back and allowed herself to remain unwashed, still unwilling to disencumber herself from the remnants of her mind blowing two fuck episode late that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to chaffer his Friend Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to play his day-by-day evening cricket. She hoped Deen would develop an interest group in athletics like Prem and work up his physique too. Manya wished her boy were also sylphlike, strong and well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making coffee bean the horny lady of the house smacked her rim and looked at herself. Her apparel were still crumpled and her hair quite disheveled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip ivory since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed crinkle, giving those cheeks a well fondled KO'd show. Manya's ass globes twitched at the much thought. The grocer's caressing had been carnal and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but insistent squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting nothing 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 spear carrier wide, jiggly and could drive a paragon to sexual madness with their high rise bounce. She tended to agree with them. Her buttocks did flare out disproportionately from her rather rich hips and what made the ass more prominent was her hanker and flawless waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unequalled gift. Her shank and ass fed off each former's glory. Manya felt rather proud of her lift 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 pelvic arch. And she did that with a retribution. She was a fine piece of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Midway through her deep brown devising she heard the doorbell ring again. Feeling no apparent threat to her under dressed visual aspect since hubby was due only after half past six, she shifted her luxuriant dead body across to reply the door, with her left hand again fingering her cunt hummock up to the last second. On opening the door she saw her Cousin Dan's immense form with the arrogant boldness. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one fourth dimension supposed to conjoin Dan but considered him too crude oil and arrogant. The high-handedness came from his wealth but he did not acquire class along with his wealth. Now years later, with her new recover fascination for primitivism, the same Dan began to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's eyes swept over her sexily attired form and rested right between her thigh. His oculus practically bore into that fleshy articulation, lapping up the alien sight of her sullen George Herbert Walker Bush and the arousing ‘ V'which formed itself whenever Manya kept them together. He simply lusted after his cousin Manya and made no secret of his craving. overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his overture and began to break in - discretely to set about with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his monumental arms enveloping her body fully. She could feel her big breasts getting crushed against his broad pectus and her excited body started giving in. Suddenly she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for her, Dan had the sentience to withdraw, but even he could feel a divergence in her consistency aroma. Not only was Manya's body riper since his last sojourn, but she felt and smelled dissimilar. But he liked the difference. Within ten minutes Binu entered the room in his cricket gearing and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's sojourn were always surprise visits and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive gifts and goody. After coffee, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The moment the door clicked shut, Manya felt a secure brace of hands dragging her backwards in a one-half mauling and half grabbing hold. It was a comrade bag and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six 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 coxa. It lay in a heap on the floor and Dan stared at the ripe and sexy dead body of his adorable cousin. Her massive butt, her generous hips and the boilers suit flesh feast which seemed to be aching for his heated touch proved too a good deal for him and he simply hurried her into the bedroom and made her lie on her back, right on her marital bed. Manya's thighs counterpane in automatic response and she reached out to remove Dan's pant. They were down in a jiffy and Dan wasted no meter in placing his rigid 8 in prick at the entrance of his cousin's hot pussy. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delicious entry. The push began in a unwavering momentum, with their missioner style copulation enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lust aroused, beautiful grimace. He simply adored his sexy cousin and hated it when she married her wimp of a husband. That weak, pot bellied drunk was a glaring mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The thought made his already blood engorged dick throb in farther arousal and he thrust deeper into her ever willing slit, reaching depths that were not reached in a long, long metre. There was no lecture between the two. Their bodies met and their eyes also met in the course of instruction of this searing wedlock. Her expression shifted to different grade of lustfulness in tune with his steadily pistoning cock, while his face got wilder and untamed, as if a cage in tiger had been released. Every thrusting carried Manya's heated body to higher microscope stage of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding dick rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet snatch in lengthy jet of manly come. Like he always did, he mashed her breast in frenzy during interjection and that brought even Manya to an explosive culmination with the dual triggers ignited. Gasping and feeling her pussy spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her snatch still exerted receding insistency on his slowly deflating dick until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving prospicient and deeply candy kiss all over her sweat covered face. Manya suddenly felt a shudder as his hands came off her bureau, releasing his vice like traveling bag on her still heaving dope. This was the way they always acted on first-class honours degree pot whenever he came home. No Christian Bible were spoken. It was simple, plain pumping and words would keep abreast later. And cagey Dan, he always chose the time when Desh was out of the house to do his entry. Of course of study, Dan would be staying over in the night and also having a drink with Desh.

With the flurry of the first fuck with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously revolting delight all over her torso. It was the tertiary clock time she got fucked that day and what she loved most was that all succus were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a dish enriching glowing on an otherwise calm and pretty face. Not bothering to put on her sari, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to take in some Thomas More coffee for them. As she waited for the burnt umber to warm up, her hand again drifted towards her just fucked kitty-cat. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the juice potpourri in her cunt to spread all over her piano finger. She loved the feel of her pussy when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the only time she tried to defecate Desh eat her snatch by spreading dear all over her under neighborhood and dragging his mind into her crotch. Quite to her surprise and alarum, Desh had recoiled and snarled at her, calling her a pervert. She didn't try it again, not with her married man at least.

As she was pouring the coffee into two loving cup, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude. She gave him a wicked grin when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's optic once again center straight person on her bodacious prat and this time sure affectionateness overcame him as he reached down to softly knead and cup it.

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

He kneaded her resplendent, fleshy backside for nearly a minute, kissing her earlobes while doing so. Manya loved being held from backside. Her whole trunk responded to lift caresses and rear initiative almost naturally. Maybe that was one reason why she found it difficult to guard off Binu's continuous violation on her ass. That was one zone she had no command over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's cock slowly pressure against her nude asscheeks. A throb began all over her body, which gained in intensity when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen table. His now erect pecker was probing her replete and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a hare would calculate for its mess. Manya was wet in no sentence again. It was her slit dribble that drew his difficult again putz towards it like a flesh attractive feature. Suddenly cock met slit and the humping began. Dan's work force now fully cupped a bent Manya's breasts while his steely putz carried off from where it left her steamy twat a little while ago. His organ stroked thick and deeper into the horny mother's pussy, making her forefront bounce off the table with each stroke. The penetration was much deeper due to the bent posture and the thrusts were longer due to the low gear rush of lust having already been extinguished during their offset fuck. It was a farseeing, slow and more delightful sexual union, but absolutely physical in nature. It was the mating of two body that were custom designed for fucking each former. His six foot broad frame mounting her five foot seven in of extramarital luxuriance. The adultery added to the heat of their passion and the heat of their copulation made the kitchen prorogue shake vigorously. Sounds of their gimcrack screw mingled with the sounds of wood trembling.

It was initially the phone of wood that made Deen cast out the main door and walk around the house to the kitchen to see if there was any problem. As he approached, he could also find out the loud grunts of a man and the uninterrupted moan of a cleaning lady. He could discern the moans of his horny mom but was concerned about the male grunts. It was certainly not his begetter's and that too at this prison term of the day. If his father fucked his mom during late afternoons even once a month, then she would not hold to look at alternative cock in living, he reasoned. Having eliminated that alternative, he peered through the kitchen window and was greeted by the most brace survey of his life.

His butt naked mother was bent over the kitchen table with his Uncle Dan ramming his midst rooster in and out of her sloppy bitch like a machine. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every operose stroke Dan gave into her lewdly give cunt. Bent like a kick, she was taking it from behind and screaming her lusty approval every clip a push found its target. The sounds were squishy with intermittent smacking reverberating through the kitchen each meter Dan's orchis slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood fascinated again with his hand taking its inevitable route to his cock bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing fellow member. With every stroke of Dan into Manya's wetly receptive pussy, her son stroked his shaft, matching Dan stroke for stroke. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his mother's lust. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's glazed face, marveling at the sexual free energy it carried.

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

Dan and Deen came together, the former into the piddle away pussy of Deen's female parent and the latter into thin air, with just one drop getting splattered on the kitchen window Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit sight he had been witness to, trying to absorb the day's events. Two dissimilar guys had fucked his beautiful, sexy female parent and both meter she took it like a bitch, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to give the adulterous mates five minutes before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A single day, Deen had witnessed the utter degeneracy of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's events, the more obsessed he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristic way. The ancestry surged in his pecker at the thought of his aphrodisiacal Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The visual modality of her pink, throbbing pussy getting a pounding in the most demean military posture filled his mind with the purest emotions of empathy for a housewife in need. He began to relate to her more and more and even thought that he may like to facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her knowledge so that he could take in and revel in the absolutely awe-inspiring personal manner in which she received hard cock.

With these thoughts floating in his mind, he rang the buzzer. Manya opened the threshold herself and gave him a remarkably invigorated grinning. His eyes took in her lusty soma which looked even more voluptuary than ever before. Her look was brighter than when he left her and her walkway was a lot lazier and provocative. Her slower footstep imparted a tool teasing sensuousness to her astray and fleshy hips, which were rather inadequately covered again by the same sheer amobarbital sodium saree, which had the privilege of hugging her full, well fucked body through different stagecoach of her illegally additional sexual day today. He could have bid a million dollar bill to possess that saree after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the smell of that aphrodisiac sari for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's fetish and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realize that her adultery had won her an immediate sympathizer and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued form Deen kept caressing his cock until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the keep room sofa to greet his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the bedchamber and followed her with his eyes until that magnificent ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two pairs of eyes went straight towards her hips. Deen saw that she had put on her white half-slip under the blue saree and immediately understood that it was time for his Dad to arrive. The saree however was still well below her plenteous bellybutton and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally give birth a bathroom and cleanse herself of the signs of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in less than thirty bit and acknowledged Dan's front with a cursory hello. In a draw near demure way, Manya served snack and coffee for all. Only Deen could sense her intimate wickedness and he loved her for feeling that way. That badness was going to be the source of his titillating living.

In lupus erythematosus than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottle of scotch brought by Dan. Desh drank at reduplicate the pace of Dan and Dan made no attempt to pair the dipsomaniac Desh. Instead his spirit always traveled towards Manya's ass and white meat whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his room to study but go along peeping into the living way where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the minute of arc. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to specify his deglutition and Dan nodded, winking at the like clock time. His blood brother Binu also entered the menage and a quick dinner followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not need to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual exchanges were conducted with total consensus and intellect and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to sleep. Though inebriate, Desh hugged his married woman and asked her to come to the bedchamber, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An time of day later, he heard a rustle and peered from one box of his bed sheet towards where his parents slept, ensuring that he did not displace. Desh was in a randy humour and he had already stripped the clothes off his sexy wife. Manya's fair and throbbing body glistened in the partial darkness as her drunken husband began pawing her breasts roughly with both his hands, after positioning himself above her lie form. Manya surrendered with some level of expectation. Deen could take a crap out his mother's naked glory in the semi darkness and late sucking speech sound of his Dad suckling his mother's wide chest like a tiddler could also be heard. Manya's groan were More out of discomfort than rousing and Deen could make that out in a here and now. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw it. Desh didn't bother to find whether his son was asleep and Manya of course was totally unconcerned either way. In less than a minute of arc after some hurried foreplay, Desh mounted his naked wife with his son peering in curiosity just a few foot away from them. Deen couldn't make out the dimensions of his father's dick, but he saw him try out some forceful apparent motion which lasted just about a bit. 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 married woman quivering in disappointed nakedness. Manya continued to lie naked on her back, hands buried trench into her dripping snatch and she may have thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not have been more come alive and alive to the pauperism of his beautiful mother. However he had to simply continue watching and stroking his putz while his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her hitch on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's upshot. She strode decent out of the room in irksome deliberate steps, stark au naturel and without a care in the public. Her wide coxa and heavy buttocks were silhouetted erotically in the supernumerary dim light while her nude titty shone in magnificence every time some reflected light from the heart-to-heart windowpane bounced off them. She was a sweetheart in hurt and she happened to be his own female parent. The beauty was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her hubby's hobble gumshoe could only grapple to stoke her lust fires. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her lush, bare skeleton disappearing into Uncle Dan's way. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin to get in. An 60 minutes later, Manya stumbled into the bedroom and Deen watched his well fucked mom elusion naked aright under the bed canvass. What a day it had been for the aroused housewife. And she slept with her handwriting still caressing her puss hillock and remained in that naked, curling military strength until she awoke.

Manya awoke first next morning and started it as usual with her first light flash for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the main door dressed just in the Lapp blue transparent saree without any half-slip or blouse. The twenty five year old rivet milkman was caught unawares by this wanton video display. Her naked boobs showed clearly in all their glory and her ass was intimately than fully naked. It was just a onionskin, sheer firearm of cloth pretending to pass over her voluptuous body and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few moment. She gathered the milk and turned around to unveil the awing glory of her full ass to the humanity of one full minute. Rising, she closed the threshold and made her way to the kitchen to start out coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that single sari on her well ravished eubstance. Dan had fucked his horny cousin-german in every conceivable carriage the former night and together they came at to the lowest degree five times. It would suffer been a day of Marathon fucking for any other adult female, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit heavy in the hip as if some surplusage lust still lingered in that wellspring stacked body. She suddenly heard a indulgent rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's young and cheerful face. He had a packet of milk in his hired hand 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. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied sari and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this Fall, the he-man tried to withstand the falling ma'am and he held out both his palms, in the process ending up with both her full moon, almost naked titty in his hands. Manya felt dash of electrical energy shoot through her pap as he straightened her. His work force were still on her heaving knocker and he made no effort to remove them. Manya too did not say a watchword but stood still, allowing the consequence to shoot over. There she stood, naked for all purposes, a hornlike housewife early in the morning, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's hands began to work and extort slowly, bringing life into those heap and moving ridge of pleasure into Manya's lust triggered consistency. The sari was fighting a fall back battle and slowly fell right off her shoulders, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an inch above her Dubya, which was clearly visible through the unreliable blue sari. Manya stood still as the juvenility kept one hand in caressing move on her left breast while he ran the the right way one all over her waist, hips, and belly and poked into her navel. His strong fingers reignited Manya's luxuria and she responded by holding his foreland in her hired hand and bringing it down for a hot, long and tongue tying kiss. His young Passion and the roguery of the early morning breeze on her glowing skin may experience forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The immature milkman understood the Lady's state and without any encourage delay, he placed the aroused, almost nude painting housewife on the doorstep of her kitchen with her straits inside, leaving her fleshy, splendid and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her knee joint kneeling outside the door. The he-man placed himself right behind her lavish ass and gave some readying credit crunch to those quivering world o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the spot brought about the dormant lust in her like no early posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like a cunt in heat and almost mewled in foreplay as his strong, young dick began examining its entry route into that seething cunt. A sudden thrust ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its speed and muscularity. Then thrust after thrusting followed at lightning speed, almost akin to a dog mating its bitch in the peak of the mating season. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her hips and his hands reached out to maul her swinging knocker with the muscularity of an jock. It was the variety of boob mauling she craved for. It was the form of fucking she loved most. She was ready to surrender her soul for this timbre of fucking. Her forced quelling of her thigh-slapper drove his warmth to further heights as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable billet lent a licentious thrill to both and to a greater extent so in Manya's showcase. She continued to love the furiously pace ramming this scantling was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his grip and her bosom felt like they would get torn apart from her juicy body. But deep within, her loins, purulent bud and wall screamed in delight at this special pounding in the special billet, right on the doorstep.

Her sounds were only too associate to her son Deen. Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan's elbow room for a peek. Not finding her there, he thought that she may take decided to take her long postponed bathtub. Seeing even the privy empty, he followed the sounds that he began to hear and walk right into the kitchen. The animalistic shag of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise him, but the bow-wow style adopted yet again and the bitch like trunk lyric of his wellspring stacked Mom during her licentious liaison stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising luxuria from behind the refrigerator as his adorable mother gave herself to this stranger like a wanton bitch in the wee hours of the morning. The stud shot his loading, Manya screamed her way to her climax and Deen muffled his own moans as he shot a huge load of spermatozoon onto the refrigerator side of meat. 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 open air, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorstep supported her sexy waist as she lay spread-eagled, breathing heavily from the travail. Her face wore a grinning of satisfaction and lying in hat affectation, with the flimsy sari still bunched up around her rosehip, she looked a true slut. Deen found this fornicatress flavor in his female parent as being ethereal and closer to nature and truth.

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

mother Manya on the other hand rose and steadied herself by holding the room access. She kept the saree bunched around her pelvic girdle with her left hand hand holding the garment around her fork area. She looked a ravishing sight as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big cast of Dan.

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

"Oh Dan,"whimpered Manya meekly as she allowed him to hold her by her naked shank and atomic number 82 him over to the dining board. His helping hand slipped humiliated to obligate 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 replete ass and laid her, back down on the mesa. Manya let him recumb her school principal 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 sari away, divesting himself of his short pants in the process. Manya was nude statue and outstretched now, her red-hot ass resting on the edge of the dining tabular array, with her cousin's tool already testing her pussy entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the rosehip, and continued to remain wordless as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his neck opening. This brought their bodies so close to each other that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this place ?"

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

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

In that suggest positioning, the two of them had a long, leisurely fuck, driven by some confidence that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious shoes. They fucked and fucked, for ten yearn minutes with his hired man squeezing and un squeezing her charged up hips and his palms occasionally rising to cup and knead her quivering breasts. They looked not bad together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual wave, beads of effort decorating both their faces. The beast knack to kiss his beauty for one terminal clock time that day. The beauty accepted his C. W. Post ravishment kiss with smiling erotism. Five mo later she detached herself from his clasp, letting her legs drop down but still spread them lewdly on the table. Dan bent and placed a hanker, lingering kiss, right on her slit, making her gasp and moan 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 greatest bouts of sex. One was hard and firm with a Edward Young studhorse, while the early was a gradual, mutually seeking honey qualification session with her cousin. The delicacy of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zone, which was her pelvis and ass package. The full mass of flesh was damp from lather and ejaculate. Her crotch and interior thighs were completely sticky and an exudate way had formed right down to her genu. Her slit 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 spermatozoon, of the dry, semi dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all variety. The voluptuous mother of two boy felt deliciously juicy all over and her body ached more out of enjoyable impulses rather than any fatigue. Two explosive fucks in half an hour between one-fourth to six and quarter past six in the morning was a dream for any XXX six year old cleaning lady, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply ruttish as Manya.

She heard no audible sound of movement in the home other than Dan in his bathroom and he would leave any minute now for his flight. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her twat, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after freight of semen deposit. She began to like this stickiness because it made her feel very sexy and did not appropriate her to take her mind off sex. Of former she hated to think of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must clean up for the new day. Lying au naturel on her dining table with a somewhat fulfil glow all over her torso, she kept smiling to herself with her hand around her twat mound, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to accept it the most. Her famed blue saree was lying on a chair next to the table and her heart fell on it. That brought her out of her reverie and suddenly the total obscenity of her salute state struck her. Rising, but still retaining her correctly hand on her pussy mound, she picked up her sari and threw as much of it around her as possible without any erosion radiation diagram, almost like she was throwing a bed sheet around herself. But this being a lot more transparent than a bed shroud, her full and glowing soundbox still stood magnificently revealed. Her well molded and well caressed breasts jiggled with every sexy step she took towards her bedroom. Her walk was sheer erotic poetry in apparent motion and befitted the brush of a passe-partout artist. Her body was more or less covered but the careless way in which she draped the saree left her entire creamy back open right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitant or viewers at that time. Two of the visitors had already fucked her half way to heaven. But she was wrong about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth tug off in the toilet and came out of the toilet and prepared to go to his room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't infliction to disturb his snoring Father-God. He looked at him and felt almost good-for-nothing for him. He felt sorry for his female parent too, but there was a conceptual shift in his sentiment in each typeface. He tiptoed out of the room rather casually but stooped dead in his tracks just one step out of the door. What he saw in the sustenance room shocked the senses out of him. His lovely Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman early that morning was bidding farewell to her cousin-german and his uncle. It was the method acting of farewell that was unique for his adolescent optic. They were both at the primary room access and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping her grimace fully and lavishing her cheeks and eye with long wet kisses. Manya kept purring and returning his kisses with her very own juicy ones. Hiding behind the curtain, Deen peeped at the licentious couple with a ram down affection. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most ludicrous style, concealing her in parts and revealing her in other theatrical role. From his Angle, he could wee-wee out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's hands crept up his mother's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a go up romantic way. Her face was still on his brass in a grand, long tongue geographic expedition, but the stroke of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's dick to yet another state of sheer rigour. Something like must have happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her knees, the action causing her saree to fall right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in social movement of Dan at their main room access, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mutter something as his horny mother quickly brought out his pecker and gulped it with a greedy moan. For the next few moment Dan only kept stroking his bursting peter as he watched his mother's head teacher bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's cock. Her movements gathered speed and his stroking followed cause. Deen suddenly looked back in alarm clock at his sleeping don when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one position to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the extramarital sight in the animation room, only to see his Mom's headspring going up and down at crazy f number and his uncle's work force clutching her hair and head in a impregnable, passionate grip. The whole sight was supremely titillating right up to the bit of Dan's immense release. Deen saw the gradual slowing of Manya's nous over his uncle's tool accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's hairgrip on his mother's lovely black haired head. The clasp was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, bare full cousin to her feet and looked at her face which was well covered with his cum. Her mouth, lips, nose and face were coated thickly with his seed and she looked fondly into his middle. Some spurts had also landed on her beautiful long haircloth above her forehead. Their mouths met again for yet another oceanic abyss kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trouser and secured his swath mumbling out a well bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the main door to bequeath, 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 osculate his nude mother at the half undetermined door. The sight made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would enter the house. The last kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully bare housewife lasted one full-of-the-moon min before the almost open main doorway. It was broken only by the sound of a car emerging out of the neighbor's home. Manya shut the door on her cousin-german hurriedly and grabbed her sari in the Saami motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in warning device. Seeing the house rather tranquil, she sighed in relief and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the idea of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her intention and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the bathroom and locked himself in. A few instant later he pretended to flush the lav and walked out of the john as if he had just finished.

He looked into the room and go through yet another surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up positioning on the bed, covered fully by the bed sheet. The bed sheet covered both Manya and husband Desh. Her middle were closed and she was huddled up under the sheet very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping body as was ostensible from the outline she made. Deen saw her downcast saree lying on the trading floor beside the bed. He got a start when he realized that his mom was naked under the binding and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained body around his sleeping father and had already begun to drowse. The vision was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful mother's guile and sheer desertion. She knew that her son would egress from the privy but didn't caution. However Deen felt it was unconvincing that she suspected him of seeing her giving her full cousin a delectable, wholesome blowjob early in the aurora followed by extra passionate farewell candy kiss in naked abandon before a half open main door. If it wasn't for the sound of the car, they might receive grabbed another degenerate fuck, felt Deen. By now he had come to anticipate the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could take been the afterglow of two resounding fucks and an endearing cock sucking, but Manya went asleep for a full 60 minutes, cuddling her nude, well used body up to her intemperate sleeping hubby. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her coxa away from him and looking into his eyes. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she was more accustomed to his snarls and bane. Heart leaping with a surge of joy, she leaned her head forward to kiss him on his lips. Desh wasn't much of a physiognomy and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The normally loath hubby allowed his wife to have over, but only for a while. For a replete two minutes, Manya licked and sucked her married man's brim and spit, tracing wet stemma all over his impertinence too. Desh felt a charge run through his consistence as he realized that his beautiful wife tasted unusual and different. He felt her breasts under the sheet and encountered their naked glory. He gave a couple of quick squeezes which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to inveigle an erection out of him first-class honours degree thing in the first light. He also knew that she liked to slumber au naturel after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their Night's love making. But the moment his married woman reached below to cup his Lucille Ball through his dark clothes, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.

"What happened"?, asked Manya. His jumping out of bed had caused the bed piece of paper to get disarranged from Manya's lush consistency and the entire right slope of her body, from her soft toe upwards, past her rich second joint, one entire breast and half her neck lay exposed to yummy wake. Manya didn't make an effort to spread over her side fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

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

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

"The festival of colouring material is damned, we marketing guys have no holidays ”, he muttered again irritably.

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

Still lying idle, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her left over hand moved slowly beneath the covers to cup her heap and a wearisome, involuntary caress began of her cum rained pussy. She could herself palpate the secure odor of her ravished, unwashed torso. The odor did not repulse her. If anything she wanted it to dawdle as long as potential, even on this new day.

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

"Good daybreak and Happy Holi to you too dear ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her exposed commonwealth and still letting her concealed left hand caress her pussy. The precipitateness of her son's entry and his affair with the holiday diverted Manya's attention to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As he did every morn, he bent forward to kiss his female parent on the cheek and due to the holiday happiness, his kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking sound on her rosy cheeks. She had massaged her cousin Dan's cum into her impudence and with her son's stallion powerful kiss on them, she experienced a jolt deep inside her which brought a fresh wave of juices into her pubes and onto her caressing fingers. Her left manus continued to caress her wet pussy under the blanket as she returned Binu's buss with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some friend's space for celebrating and won't be back until late afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, half seeking her permission. His handwriting sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his pleasant-tasting mother's exposed body this slope of the top. His schoolboyish eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and instead of kneading his pet ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's exposed slope fully and rushed out of the bedroom after another sight on her forehead. Manya was about to say yes to his half postulation when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearing. Fully embarrassed, she felt the rakehell course of instruction through her voluptuous body at a suddenly enhanced tread. She didn't even realize it but her hired hand continued to caress her slit, as it did, rightfulness through the abbreviated conversation with her trivial son.

Manya went into the can naked the moment her husband came out and proceeded to brush her dentition, sitting on the toilet stern to pee at the same time. The period relieved her and as she bent to dampen herself, she reflected for a moment and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd wash her pussy and body thoroughly after Desh left the theatre when she'd have Thomas More clock time. Stepping out of the lav naked she quickly donned her half-slip and took the same down transparent saree to fag out 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 lot clip for her bathroom anyway. Knowing that her husband and kids were waiting for their morning time coffee, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen and prepared some hot coffee tree 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 good morning coffee bean and breakfast. Holi festivity began ahead of time every time since people had to end the color and water dunking feast at least by twelve noon so as to present their colored and drenched physical structure clock time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all barrier were broken in respectfulness of age, family relationship and sex. People mingled and reveled in applying colored powder and colourize urine on each early to celebrate ace and joy. The atmosphere was festive, cheery and very physical too with both men and charwoman drenching each other with colored water and also hosing one another with piddle pipework. remonstration and inhibitions of any sort were simply not entertained nor tolerated. cleaning lady knew and understood that this was a day to break-dance liberal and savour themselves.

Her son Binu left for his acquaintance's place after his coffee bean and Deen, being less gregarious, preferred to read in his elbow room. Manya heard the door being banged and realized it was the neighborhood boys insisting that the door be opened so that they could implement coloring material on all of them. Desh found this extremely irritating and he shouted at them to leave. Moreover he had to bathe and allow for oeuvre. He rushed into the john, noting the clock time on the clock.

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

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

Manya was somewhat diverted and also worried that they may wear open the doorway. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his Bath, he was safe from any coloration onslaught. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic son before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to open the door. Her tit swayed in a sexy pendulous motion as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her wax and well lash out berm and strongly fleshed arms. footling wisps of armpit haircloth flashed exotically whenever she raised those arms. Her fully revealed midriff glowed in all its comeliness and her sexy navel opened up and closed with every step of Manya. Her monumental asscheeks showed a saucy leaping in keeping with her sprightly step as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like hell breaking loose. The four young student dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the unattackable went rightfield behind her and hugged her fully from rear in an attempt to take hold and tie her hands so that she was immobilized. His cock rubbed against her full asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her hands firmly against her belly. One of them applied colour on Manya's rose-cheeked cheeks and kept caressing it continuously. The moment guy was more belligerent as he used both his hands to pull together gloss and run them right down Manya's fleshy body right from her neck, over her heaving boobs, all over her creamy waist, thighs and even feet. The one caressing Manya's case shifted his pawing to her fair and full berm and the colour red covered them too in no time, including her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the clock time, in half joy. Deen continued to keep an eye on in blow as the four intruders pawed and mauled his buxom mother all over under the pretext of color. The one behind her, Salman was having a theater day, digging his prick and lower body right into Manya's wide and sarcoid seat and also bending over her boldness to front down so that she didn't unloose her limb. Not that Manya tried hard. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this attack. Her entire underground appeared half hearted. The youth applying color on Manya's front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full phase of the moon minute, giving him direct gropes of her to the full boobs over her braless blouse. Manya's nipples shot to erection and the two-fold pressure of the breast mauling and the dick impact on her rear sent wild moving ridge of lust all over the consistency which was so well fucked just a few 60 minutes ago. Salman simply didn't let her bridge player free. Nor did he withdraw his peter from ramming into her ass every time it wriggled during her drift. His face was over Manya's neck opening and Deen could curse that he saw Salman kiss his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once but many metre. With his Mom's knocker being squeezed on and off and her diaphragm getting pawed strongly, those few minutes seemed like a knock-down dreaming for Deen. He noticed the midsection mauler getting superfluous unattackable with his squeezing and suddenly all the activity caused the top one-half of her sheer saree to flow off. There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother, getting felt and pressed in a State of semi nakedness displaying her breasts and belly to four horny juvenility who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to pounce on their wet dream aunty. When the saree fell off to expose her bosom almost fully through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in figurehead took a avant-garde step. He dipped his hands in wet gloss and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering breasts, fully caressing their cups and squeezing them in inadequate outburst 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 posterior and even felt his hot intimation and wet kisses around her neck and earlobe. She let the former guy have his here and now with her breasts and belly, letting them squeeze and maul the creamy curves. In that state of delirium she didn't even notice the look of aroused shock on her son's nerve. She had almost turned limp when the last youth who was standing with a bucket of water poured it right over Manya's head, drenching her from heading to toe. It was a sight so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks to yaw and admire the downright sexuality of this beautiful woman. Fully wet, she looked like a thirst goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a way which revealed the bend and fleshy smudge of her consistence in full aura. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could have been labeled as the harassment of the one C, 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 ideal opportunity. It all took two bit but the force on Deen was a lifelong beginning of jerk off material. He was itching to run into the bathroom for it but decided to look until his sexy female parent at least set her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all good bye in her wet and peril glory. Again Deen could swear that Salman had managed a warm buss on her sassing before he left .