The shrill morning alarm sent unruly bolts and waving into Manya's consistency as she stirred, opened her deep eyes and cast a sleepy glance towards the place next to her. Her eyes met with the not so urge sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breath carrying the olfactory perception of hard liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old woman of the house sighed and shifted her full skeletal system slowly out of the bed to commence another day. Clad in a lean albumen blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inches below her deep omphalos, she dragged her luxuriant torso out of bed towards the privy, pausing for a mo to look at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked disheveled and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brown Negro aureole stared right out of her slender blouse and this good morning the ends were sharp and pointed, fact mood of her bodily need for a full blooded fuck. Almost involuntarily her hands went to the sarcoid realm between her second joint and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to reach in rut, the moment her finger sought the affectionate sheep pen. With an inaudible moan, she gave one loving squeeze play between her inner thighs and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a thrill of ministration as some of the accumulated horniness found substitute handout. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same scant attire she moved to the main doorway to amass the morning Milk River. Opening the doorway, she bent to pluck up the milk and in the physical process her full breast spilled out to form a yummy segmentation. From the corner of her eye she saw the milkman's wheel parked in the compound and realized that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her casual appearance. A full minute was spent in gathering the Milk River during which her creamy knocker spilled nearly 80 pct out of her slenderize, low cut blouse. Giving this break of day show was now a habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 yr old guy. She got her daily starting charge from this flash and even when someone other than the usual milkman delivered the milk, they learnt to last out until Manya gathered her milk.

turn her back to the milkman, she started closing the doorway, giving him a lingering vista of her ample, meaty ass and a drive out rise up view of her trunk, especially since the underskirt came down to well below her hip joint and settled almost at the kickoff of her ass tornado. Just before finally losing the door, she turned again towards the outside and offered another flash of her huge midriff, with its flaring curvature at the waist and the juicy, abstruse, inviting navel. This practice was her good morning quinine water and a day was savourless without it.

The integral five feet seven inch of her full bodied, well stacked, souse phase swayed with a wise thanksgiving as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a minute to cheep into the room of her two sons, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and mental object, hands between his second joint and lost in a dreamy world, while Binu was sleeping on his spine, his correctly manus placed idly around his crotch. What caught her eye was, however the tenting in his trunks, sticking imposingly out at the cap. She smiled indulgently like a mother would, but a deep moistening crept up her pussy, which was already aroused by the dawning appearance for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to fix the morning coffee and breakfast. Within an hour all hell would break loose as three males would hotfoot through their morning modus operandi, gulp their nutrient and flee the household, leaving her all alone. The opinion made her flavour a bit vacate but also filled her with an enterprise and abandonment that came from the noesis that she would be all by herself with her voluptuous, sensuous body.

Deen was always the first one to ignite up. Nearly six groundwork tall, he was a gentle giant, liberal limbed and with the body oral communication of a good and lovable kid. Manya continued to remain in her garb even before her Kid and it had become normal for them to catch their skimpily clad Mom go about her task every daybreak in that state of undress. She had been doing it now for the past 4 long time out of sheer convenience and it never struck her that their bursting endocrine would one day train awareness of her copious charms, especially her well rounded hind end, her fully exposed juicy shank and the generous cleavage.

"trade good morning Mom ”, called out Deen, as he entered the kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his greeting, smiling into his soulful, loving and almost pup like center. Deen could see right down her partly unbuttoned blouse and draw the full curvature of both her melon like boob with the total resplendence of their semifinal pointed nipples.

His dick jerked to attention.

"Get prepare dear. Today's your limited breakfast detail. Manya moved towards the icebox, rubbing her wax articulatio coxae against his. Deen could palpate the heating plant, softness and centre of his Mom's hips as she went past him. He stifled a gasp as her dainty finger's breadth inadvertently grazed his crotch. He wore no underclothes beneath his short pants and he was startled by the near grasp of his throbbing vernal humanity by his very own biological female parent. It stunned him and also confused him, like it did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally, adding to his dilemma. His first stirrings of manhood had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His low dick caressing had taken lieu while he had seen her changing. His first major jerked meat off had been over her photograph of her carrying him as a three class old. He loved concentrating on his three year old bridge player clutching at Manya's bosom in the picture. And when he came, he made sure that some drop cloth always landed on the motion picture, if possible on Manya's beautiful face.

But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his arousal obvious and reach to camouflage it. Manya, on her part, noticed her elder son's disturbance but did nothing in terms of either her dressing or consistence language to divert him. If she was built sexy and left with an eternally hornlike body due to her husband's lassitude in bed, then she couldn't assistance it. No force on earth can hide a woman in rut, especially a cleaning woman blessed with the rich contours and fleshy fondness of Manya. She had a consistence that craved loving. She had delectable boob that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's lovesome touch. She had a massive, protruding, More than proportionate ass that could well be her right asset. It was mellow, firm, wide and with a curvature that sent watcher'love soaring. There was not one of her hubby's friend that didn't want to spank her voluptuous ass or dip into her juicy pussy. She didn't care about their onward motion and over clip she learnt to live with them. Even those long alcoholic parties where men would indulge in subtle gropes and almost leer comments while her hubby would be sizzled left her quite in mastery. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a wide variety of men of all age mathematical group lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and osculate on the boldness. Binu was always the more demonstrative and physical of the two Thomas Kid. His hug lingered a little longer than requirement but Manya made no move to rid herself. Binu ended his hug with another buss on his mother's cheek, this sentence rather close to the corner of her mouth. Manya felt his Young, 12 yr old erection thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her kitty moisten again. Binu's act awakened her dormant lecherousness. Though twelve long time old, his natural process were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to catch her, rub his dick against her huge ass and let his helping hand roam all over his juicy mother's heroic waist. His manpower groped the rear of her braless blouse and made enough liaison with her mounds to urinate her squeal. It was easy for Manya to push aside her little son's Acts of the Apostles as childlike. Only a part of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to persist so that she was spared of any dialogue with her scruples. Unlike his elder crony, Binu knew his indigence and made his moves very obvious, with no scope for any communication gap. Manya loved it. It made her experience very wanted and desirable. Binu on the other hand was for sure that he was only expressing his extreme love for his mother.

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

Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her dormancy husband and studied his manakin as she neared him. He was an inch curt than her five animal foot seven in, slender in arm and chest but with a pot belly that grew out of dateless minute of crapulence, both at home base and outside. He snored the moment his principal hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their early days of marriage when she used to wake him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his ears lightly while her finger danced around his flaccid manhood. He would stir in those twenty-four hour period and wait until she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly, without warning he would catch her by the waist and turn her around to pass water her lie belly up on the bed. Using his left hand to haul her sari above her fluid, hot thighs, he would guide his half ready hawkshaw into her already steaming pussy. A few gallant solidus would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his dick into her eager love life draw close whenever it slipped out. About 60 seconds of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out a measly measure of sperm into her womb, which would just about suffice to moisten her just watering cuckoo. With an devil grunt he would simply roll off her and upsurge into the john without even looking back. If he did, then he would have seen the writhing, frustrated body of his lovely married woman, pegleg spreadhead, breathing heavily and thighs twitch in rising intensity.

The ken of a writhing semi naked Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm would have been the ultimate erotic mountain for any chirrup tom but for the sexy wife herself it was a daily torture. And she was forced to go through this agony on a daily foundation, at times with frenzied regularity and with the nifty ever geometrical regularity in the last few months.

In the last few years here had been hardly any inspired bust of erotic love making, which for her lusty body was a deprivation surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever prefer between her daily bread and a daily fuck, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh alive. With the usual morn oink and without the fragile jot of a promising early erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even wish his beautiful wife.

The mo her hubby closed the bathroom door, she heard Deen call out,"Mom, I need avail to wash my hair ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her sari, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the tub. She didn't want to wet the sari in the course of Deen's tub. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a stool when Manya moved across to him, her braless titty swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each step. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's deep and big navel. As Manya set and washed his pilus with shampoo her omphalus and lower abdomen stared right into his face. It was a doubled spread for the budding youth as his eyes absorbed he juicy profundity of her paunch button and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her George W. Bush, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three seconds his dick scene up in his undies, a sight which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting reactions of her husband and son to the very same organic structure. But being the female parent, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his pilus, increasing the loudness of her stroke. The rich lather forced Deen to close his eyes. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into heavy stimulation. Her big boobs would dip every now and then to press into his head warmly while her crotch would strive tantalizingly tightlipped to his cheek, with the aroma almost sending him into a concupiscent stupor. The he felt the pee raining down from the rain shower onto his case and heading. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He was not the only one wet. His female parent's sexy body was drenched all over the top half, her nipples poking right out of her wet blouse. The sight was astoundingly erotic with those creamy cumulation jiggling right in straw man of his face. Deen thought he would fritter out his heart without even a touch. At the Saami time he was transfixed and puzzled by the total nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son's aroused torso. She seemed to be completely casual in her approximate total vulnerability to Deen, her very own son. With her full hips barely a few inch from his headspring, she turned around to turn off the shower bath, in the operation presenting him with a mind boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet petticoat. The garment made a vast inroad into her edge crevice and the whole appearance was straight out of one of those soft porn motion-picture show which he enjoyed now and then with his sidekick. But he was better blessed than his friends because he had daily real number lifetime lenient porn scenes to hold out out in his own house and with his very own loving mother. A wild thought germinated in his head which seemed to follow from out of nowhere -"What if any of his Friend were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The thought left him as soon as it came but the seed were sown. Manya left the bathroom to check on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his cock the moment his mother's brassy ass swayed out of heap. He needed the release.

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

"It's getting time for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her statement broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual manner his hands completely encircled her full waistline and caressed the folding at the slope with the index finger's breadth of his right hired hand straying into her navel point to finger it in a turn out motion. The posture lasted one minute of squealing and 60 seconds of slow and steady pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this display of heart from Binu and only Manya suspected that the smell was quite sexual even from her son's side. But as always, he would halt just when her body began to cheat her emotions. He would cease to caress her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his gene and libido from her side of the family line. But it was still too betimes to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that someone found her worthy and somebody wanted to feel her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. Deep, toilsome and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if possible right hand out of her brains.

flavor fully aroused from all the amorous attending she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree around her wet underclothes and went to go around the breakfast on the table. The dress felt onerous and she found herself being slowed down by a mum drone between her thighs. Involuntarily again, her left hand reached for her genitals. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the dress for at least 5 minutes before the sound of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

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

"Yes I will, after you all leave ”, sighed Manya as she served breakfast. She could sense Binu's eyes repeatedly seeking her juicy navel and Deen's eyes probing behind the wet blouse for the nipple that had teased him during bathroom. Again a shiver ran through her and she felt both delight and grief. delight that her womanhood was getting its due appreciation and sorrow that her hubby was merely gulping his nutrient down in tot up neglect.

Minutes after they all left, Manya rushed into the bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her dress off her heated body on the way. She unstrung her underskirt and pull the blouse off her bursting tit as her lust aroused dead body flopped onto the soft bed. Both deal covered her full phase of the moon breasts, the medallion kneading roughly and the fingers pulling at the now piercing tips. Her pegleg thrashed about as she literally crushed her full boobs like a demons in rut. Her intact organic structure felt like it was on fire and she thought she would detonate if it was not extinguished. Both her handwriting dropped quickly to her slit mound and she worked her fingers in and out of that rich and fleshy zone, causing her second joint to spread, close and spread in a mind boggling sequence of abandonment. She gave herself in totally to the need of her dipsomaniac, neglected body. Her emaciated voluptuousness surged with renewed hope every metre she subjected herself to this burst of self gratification. She mewled and moaned as her fingers delved and probed into her soaked pussy, striking a frenetic cycle in air with her wildly aroused genius. The passionate start rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her wide hip joint up and down on the bed, as her fingerbreadth stroked her horny soundbox to a new acme of go. She felt the lunar time period rise trench within her loin and it only drove her digit deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its height and let loose a bursting flood, washing her loin all over, making her fingers reach furious amphetamine until the crash began, first in her loins, then in her fingers and finally in her aureate, fleshy inner thighs. 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 obscene reminder of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with stew and wet with her juices. The whole bed tabloid was drenched and she silently decided that she would change it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an hour after her marathon academic term she rose for a bathtub. The assuredness water supply felt comforting on her still hot body. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her bush and pussy. She stroked, caressed and patted her hummock indulgently until a flicker of arousal crept up her spine all over again. Sighing, she stepped out stark au naturel into her bedroom. She used a sparse white towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own hands. She dabbed the light 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 decide on what to tire when her eye fell on a light dingy transparent saree and a sheer bloodless blouse. She took both of them into her workforce, without as a good deal as a intellection for a bra and petticoat. She hated the weight and pressure of undergarments. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to feel the fabric rub against her supple and sexy flesh, especially around her resplendent rosehip and asscheeks. Not wearing a half-slip beneath a semi transparent saree gave a make out picture of her abject treasure and sarcoid thighs. But she didn't care. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underclothes and she had the whole day right up to her husband's reaching to skid back into them anyway.

However it did not apply to her two sons. She was comfortable without undergarment in their presence and she guessed they were comfortable too. In any case there were no obvious augury of embarrassment on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through sarees without a pinch of underclothes. Right through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one 1 garment on her lush body, be it a petticoat and blouse or saree without petticoat. The to the full attire was for their father, a fact which they came to realise rather other. The idea made them experience good and cozy about their sexy mother. They loved her a lot more for the extra comfort stage she seemed to share with them. It made them feel extra - and horny too. And they kept their feelings to themselves - as yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer sari and blouse. It technically covered her completely body but revealed its fleshy, creamy aura to awesome effect. Tied well below her cryptical and exotic navel, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's copious hips and threatened to fall right off her juicy consistency if she even bent forward a little more than needed. The blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was so tight and low cut that half her cleavage was on show right through the flimsy saree. The bottom of the blouse was almost tucked into the base of her total boobs, giving them life and bounce as she walked. From the radical of her tit to maybe an inch above her George Bush was a completely let out territory of charged physique. Manya's window of conquest was her heavy yet sexy middle and the steamy housewife was fully cognisant of it. It was vast, extensive and bedecked with possibly the deepest and naughty navel on terra firma. When she walked in this attire, her thighs and trimmed bush offered themselves to reckon in tantalizing peep. Taking the keister panorama, the saree dipped right down to the tips of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily robe itself around Manya's meaty buttocks. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front of any watcher who happened to run into this horny married woman and female parent of two. Putting it plainly, her altogether body screamed for a fucking.

The showtime of restlessness crept into her lush body and Manya launched into her wonted mound caress. She would finger herself after bathtub for about a few minute of arc everyday before preparing dejeuner. Now, while she was in that dreamy spell, she heard the buzzer ring. She first looked out of the windowpane and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three days to deliver vegetable and fruits. Manya rose from the sofa, hand still on her crotch and moved to open up the door. She kept her deal on her mound in a partial caress and retained it all the way up to the door, loath to collapse up the warm moistness which had begun to engross her loins and also forge a little wet patch on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

leftfield to herself, Manya would give preferred to mollycoddle in prolonged self ravishment in her present mood. Her thinker quickly accepted the intrusion but the signals to her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a certain inner discordance, especially between her thigh, where a midget gunk had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the threshold and peered out to ask if there was any refreshed clobber. She kept just her head out of the door, her hired hand still playing with her pussy through the sheer folds of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her usual option of veg were wise 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 pussy behind the doorway. With one final examination jab, she withdrew her hired hand from where she loved to celebrate it the most and threw the doorway wide open. The grocer, a stocky man in his late 1930s gaped in astonishment at her dress, or the deficiency of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to make his care. The grocer's mind worked at the speed of light, ineffectual to fathom the yummy pot in front of him. He knew from his frequent visit that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a ruttish woman of the house in all his mansion sales event over the years. He could fleck a hungry pussy when he saw one. Over the hold up one twelvemonth he had seen Manya in assorted regardless Department of State of dressing but somehow she always seemed in control of things. It was more like she was teasing mass rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a motherfucker tease indefinitely and his dick was bound to have its day. Her appearing told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any clothes. The saree was fully crystalline, showing him all of her. The fertile bush, those glorious thighs and the integral midriff, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly 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 navel fully exposed to his purview. With the creamy anatomy above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the omphalos resembled a pussy in need, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent-grass forward to examine some of the leafy veg and this made the top one-half of her saree pearl, revealing her generous cleavage with a clear vision of her perked up mammilla. She didn't realize that her sari had dropped and continued with her genuine task of grocery store picking from his basket. The grocer's eyes popped right out their sockets and his cock threatened to rupture out of the fabric it was stretching around his genital organ. His strong hands felt a upsurge of parentage as did every mineral vein in his consistence. Manya was decidedly the hottest of his client and he looked forward to visiting her star sign more to experience the surprises she held for him in the form of her attire code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. Breasts, nipples, umbilicus, midriff, thighs, and bush - every ounce of her juiciest parts was starkly visible through her dream like garments. The Arabian terpsichorean did clothing transparent fundament but at to the lowest degree they wore panties. Here a heart aged homemaker was treating him to fleshy delights of the kind people only dreamt of.

The ostensible involvement of Manya with the foodstuff basket and her ignorance of the state of her boobs suited the grocer and he let his hungry centre travel all over her voluptuous skeleton, taking in the sexuality oozing out of every inch. His eyes rested for foresightful consequence on her hips, the scupper portion of which was like a hatful of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only flesh in penury is left for this kind of wanton showing and his animal instincts gradually took over. He shifted unaired to her, as if to help Manya load her bag with his stuff. He held the bag up for her patch Manya filled it with a bunch of vegetables. She had to lift her weapon system up to do so and in the summons, her upper sari dropped right off her shoulders, chest and waistline to rest tantalizingly at her rosehip. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed she was all along to his gaze. Her face acquired a sudden blush but there was no way she could cover herself up since both her workforce were occupied. She looked into the grocer's eyes and observed the burning passion. His look sent shudder up her spine and a warm flood of juices gushed forth from her pubic region to further moisten her already wet vulva.

This time the flush of juice was different. They flowed and flowed without a disruption. The ascendency mechanism which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his strong gaze. The grocer extended his secure arms towards her exposed hips and dragged her finisher. His manly touch did the caper. It was the touch of a man, strong and reassuring. It was also the travelling bag of a testosterone rich male which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his former paw gripped her justly 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 activeness. His manus on her meaty rose hip encountered raw heating and he realized that this juicy body was being wasted. He could hear a half sob as he strengthened his hold on her lower pelvis and turned her around. Her high advance tail came into hot contact lens with his dick and even through the sheer garment, their high temperature took him by surprise. If ever there was a hornier woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he care to know.

With one bingle tug, the sari came right off her hot pelvis and fell in a raft at her feet. Manya was still in a lusty daze 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 keister and kneaded it. The kneading continued and Manya got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of restraining him. Her tingling pussy was now dripping at the ministrations of this grocer. Her legs parted on their own accord and he reached down to behave his squeezing into her intimate thigh and finally her seething, soaked pussy. That set off her accrued thirst trigger and she cried out in lost craving and fell right down onto her knees.

In that posture she presented an awesome sight on all fours. Her grimace was glazed with lust and her ass quivered in wanton lecherousness. She wriggled her articulatio coxae and pressed backwards as if to hit his fork. The grocer had already removed his pant and brought out his blade hard dick, which was now throbbing with as much anticipation as the horny housewife's cunt. He cast one glance at the crawling form of the beautiful cleaning lady before him. She looked so hot and impoverished. Like a bitch in heat. She needed a fucking and like snake pit, he was going to give her one.

In one single dip he entered right into her nestle, her wet cunt rampart giving an over greased welcome. Manya shrieked in mania and cried out in luxuria. He began stroking into her slushy kitty with gradual question. The lust crazed housewife screamed for harder strokes and driven by her wanton behaviour, he thrust harder and faster. His huge dick, which she hadn't even seen, made fierce inroads into her attendant but hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new zones of passion. The pumping lasted five scalding bit and the sheer novelty and cacoethes of the situation overcame both of them. He reached his climax with a roar and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like bitch. On all quadruplet, she was letting a grocer bang the pit out of her over sexed bitch. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing but putz trough he spurted his semen in several foresighted spurts deep inside her womb and all over her back and ass. He came so a good deal that his virility surprised the under utilized wife.

Like a true chauvinistic male he just released her hips with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trousers before she could deform around. Her still convulsing body was recovering from the delicious bombardment and she looked up gradually towards his body. Her offset coup d'oeil went towards his crotch but was disappointed to see that he had already put his woman pleaser away. There she was, lying well fucked by a dick she didn't even see.

"Ok Mrs. M. See you later ”, said the grocer as he walked away with a whistle. Manya lay on the storey, still in a half crawling posture. She was still in heat and she still looked a squawk. Her ass felt well gripped and handled. Her kitty-cat felt well pumped. Her mind was well relaxed. Her breasts however still ached for a caress and that ache got transferred again to her slit. A mild heating began within her loins and this surprised Manya. What was the extent of her appetence, she wondered.

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the low two buttons undone as always. Her saree was in her hands and she tried to resolve whether to put it on or go for a wash. Her second joint were unenviable and some cum still settled wetly over her puffy pussy brim. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her finger over her cunt lip and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her finger and brought them to her nose."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the odor. Then suddenly the room access bell rang. storm and alarmed at the untimely tintinnabulation, she hastily began to set up the sari over her ravaged hips. It was a relatively slower process since she did not consume the benefit of a petticoat.

"Who's this"? She called out.

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

Partly relieved but still alarmed she draped her sari quickly around herself. Now she didn't have to interest about beau ideal in garb since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to get it on her just s a petty while ago coupled with the freshly fucked intuitive feeling still coating her skunk made the homemaker a wee bit guilty. She managed to wear the saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her crotch to once again form a sticky patch out in front line. She opened the threshold to let Deen in. He said that his good afternoon classes were cancelled and he had no mood to go to the library.

Walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked unlike. Her hair was disheveled and her saree looked rumpled in a special manner. Her pantie blouse was wet with travail. If it wasn't for the lambency on her face, he would suffer presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen work. As she walked towards the couch in the living elbow room, he noticed the languid movements of her hips and the dull roll of her coxa. The sway was slower but sexy. It was an indescribable peck but she looked different. Suddenly he noticed the weaken dapple around her crotch on the cobwebby saree. It looked so provocative, just below her plentiful Bush. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too late to amend affair. In a bid to give the atmosphere more casual, she spread her thighs out and tried to slow down on the couch. Her military strength became rather lewd for her teenaged son and he began to experience the familiar stirring in his loins which looking at his sexy mother for more than a instant always produced. At this stage Manya asked her son to take a bath so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the bathroom, glad that he could veil his arousal.

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

When he neared her, Manya whispered frantically to him that her son was around. Not giving a damn, he motioned for her to flex over, unzipping his pant in the same motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the can door where Deen was. With strong and silent efficiency, he once again gripped her voluptuous articulatio coxae and shook her like a bird. Manya's body throbbed with renewed luxuria and her pussy started dripping in record book fourth dimension. The risk of exposure in the situation was obscured by the heating of his manhood pressing against her already raw ass. He had merely hiked her saree up and hurtle his dick right into her volition and wet puss. The pumping began instantaneously and her cunt muscles started clasping his dick in rapacity, milking it to new high of passion. She could still hear the shower and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the Saame beef posture. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lust and ecstasy. Her body responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a copious dose of semen deep inside her loins. She absorbed every free fall 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 good bye. By the prison term, she moved from bitch strength to formula strength, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in pleasure and infrangible admiration that she had been fucked twice in no time. Again she didn't even see the dick that gave her so lots joy. But more exciting was the thought that her son was right in the next elbow room, but didn't know about it. How incorrectly she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to emerge from the bathroom. After all 2 jerk offs in ten minutes need some time for recovery.

The four youthful marauder left her door and Manya shut it with a unify belief. She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the bathtub. Yet she felt a tingling in her pubic region and an aching in her bosom from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her good consent. The simultaneous imperativeness of four pairs of bridge player and one cock on her extra wholesome body under the pretext of celebration did its own things to her bodily responses and right now she had lost all the traces of satiety which the two judgment blowing orgasms with the milkman and her first cousin had given her. Instead her crotch and cunt experienced a regenerate itch from all the youthful snuggling she received. The itchiness was now spreading all over her inner second joint - such was the impact of raw get-up-and-go on her mature buxom body. After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto the floor, her saree still off her shoulders, her body still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighbourhood painter and photographer. Sam was a raw and soft spoken kid next door who always had that adulatory look in his eyes but not that raw passion. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his linear perspective was also a bit remote and appreciative rather than strong-arm, which was what most people who came into tangency with Manya became.

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

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

"Let's go to the bedroom Mom ”, he said as he tried to help her to her groundwork. Manya allowed him to help her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her full cleavage, one-half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his face. Deen was still on his knees as he helped his female parent to stand up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the substance of a fully out-of-doors, huge midsection stared right into his human face, barely a twosome of in from his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his wind lagger her navel, making Manya frisson again for a back. Deen rose and placed his limb right around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the sleeping room. Manya's sari was dragging right behind her on the trading floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to release her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly exposed dead body. He liked the flavor of her squeezy waist flesh and its awesome elasticity and with a hardening cock, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's fount for a endorse and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the lav door opening and rushed out of the elbow room, clutching his erection, leaving his don to confront his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay prostrate on the bed, with her sari top thrown aside, her expansive midriff and belly go around out to any body's gaze.

Deen came out of the bath, fully dressed and was stunned to see his half raw married woman, wantonly spread out, wet and tired on the bed. He took one look at her lush material body and cursed."Why the hell did you have to spread the door"?"Have you gone mad"?"Or are you obtuse"?"I'll teach those guy wire a lesson for breaking into my house ”, he ranted.

Manya, whose deal were almost about to travel towards her pussy, got back to her pot on hearing her husband's screaming."It's all right. They are just male child and it's Holi. We have to be a part of the neighbourhood at least on festive occasions. Leave it ”, she reasoned.

Desh was pacified when he heard his wife's composure voice and he bent down, gave her a quick buss on her throbbing backtalk and left for the door, uttering a loud honest bye. He would not be back until belated evening.

The main door clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's bridge player went slowly to her crotch. It was ad-lib, built on old age of experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly recollected the morning's dangerous undertaking, dwelling a few minute longer on Salman's vigorous thrusts on her saree covered ass. Her digit probed deeper into her cunt through her thin sari and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting buss on her neck, cheeks, earlobes and finally her sass. The finesse with which her sexy dead body was manhandled by four studs, without the slender room for ailment left her astonished and rich within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their opening move and thanks for choosing and appreciating her organic structure of all the char in the area.

Deen entered the bedroom after his father's exit more to watch on his Mom's status. He needed no foster proof of her well being the moment he saw her lying on the bed, centre closed and fingering her pussy through her saree. He heaved a suspiration of succor and slowly brought her out of her dream.

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

The pussy caressing mother slowly opened her eyes and told her son that it may be better to wait until noon till the entire neighbourhood is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not take repeated baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from the mound she was caressing with much care. Deen left her on the bed and noted the time. It was just half past nine and the festival was still young. However he headed towards his way for a bit of reading, thinking that his Mom needed a rest.

Manya rested but only for a few minutes. She realized that there was some washing of apparel to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulders. It remained off her shoulder when Manya picked up all the clothes from the bathroom and shoved them into the wash machine. It remained off her shoulders when Manya threw her white blouse of yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained off her shoulders when Manya contemplated whether the saree she was wearing needed to go into the machine. Since there were a few hours still left for her Bath, she decided not to remove her saree and clicked the washing machine on. The sudden activating of the machine when her hands were still on it, sent a pounding right through her lusty body. She sat down next to the car, her left hired hand on the simple machine and the powerful hand inside her pussy, probing through her saree. For a full ten minutes she caressed herself to the electrical round, thrusting her digit right through the garment into her douse pussy and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill groan and ran into the elbow room, wondering what happened. His debut was soundless and therefore he was witness to his mother's half bare pattern next to the auto, heaving and panting with the last bursts of orgasm shuddering through her full body."What a horny char ”, thought the mystify son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to relax from the replacement sack she had just experienced. She heard another anchor ring of the doorway bell. Deen answered the threshold and came to tell Manya that all the convict of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbor building. A total of fifty invitees were expected, from the families of all friends. A few plot were also planned to stimulate the appearance lively. Manya agreed to come along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to change out of her gift attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of further souse, 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 consistence, wetly caressing her aphrodisiacal breaking ball and made her look rather provocative. She quickly shook the thought from her mind reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless shoulder, she left the star sign alongwith her elder son towards the side by side door terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the bench were two former syndicate and then there was Salman. Manya met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya's gaze too with a spark in his optic. On the terrace, everyone's eyes were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since about of them had come prepared for a morning of fun and games. About twenty women and thirty five men of all ages graced the occasion. Manya was the swag pickaxe amongst the women and the fact that she came without her husband did not avail matters. Every dick on the terrace was erect within minutes of Manya's entering, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

In the commencement biz, everyone was made to sit in a lap and one soul would run around with a hanky in hand. He would drop the handkerchief behind any person's back and that one had to come across it, pick it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind person else's rump. Sam ran around first and after three stave dropped it behind Manya's sexy back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a circle. As she ran, her big breasts under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with overdone Energy Department. Her wet saree hugged her huge buttocks and they jiggled sexily with every step she took. If viewed in slow motility, Manya's run would feature been the grimy run of all time for the sheer sexual vitality it conveyed. She took three forget me drug and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind sexy Manya's ass. Manya didn't notice it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to look behind her ass. She did so and rose with the handkerchief in 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 soaker behind. Manya rose and began her dick stiffening run with her curvaceous body bouncing and swaying all over, titty, ass and all. It was soon very clear that Manya was the dropping target because everyone wanted to see her aphrodisiac body in motion. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She was hoping individual would realise. Salman did and he suggested they play a different plot called penalization. Manya sighed and looked at him in relievo and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet loins again.

In this game the untried appendage had to blame a gens from lots drawn and that epithet would have to meet with a punishment decided by the youngest member again. Deen being the young picked up a gens and much to everyone'surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and read out the select punishment."Make collation for all L people in half an hour. select one somebody to help you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a moment, wondering whom to plunk for avail. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not flying enough to help her in this kind of job. Noticing Salman's bright flavor in her commission, she pointed her goody finger in his direction. With a bellow, everyone directed the couple to the kitchen in the basement, where the item for sandwich preparation lay. nobody else was allowed to enter the basement and it would think a foul with promote punishment.

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

The here and now the lift door shut, Manya felt Salman's hand grab her white meat through the braless blouse. Without a bit's warning he proceeded to mangle them, much in the same way she experienced in the morning. Her saree was half off and he dipped his point down to snog her roughly on her wet lips.

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

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

"We don't have time Salman. collation have to be made ”, she protested. her protest was meek because his squeezing of her one-half discover white meat had already started the juice factory in her lumbus. A unfluctuating drip began and her objection thereafter were merely emblematical. Even before the elevator reached the basement, he had her saree right field off her profuse body and he ushered her out of the lift, sari in hand towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a someone there as per the game. On his cellular telephone earpiece, he rang up the topical anesthetic eating place owned by his own family and ordered them to give up fifty bundle of sandwiches within twenty minutes at the basement. Putting the phone away, he looked at her broad body, clad only in petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a flush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny lady of the house by the shoulders and threw her on the basement floor in one warm motion, raising her underskirt over her thigh. One mitt mauled her breast while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond mention in doubling promptly metre. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare level and flipped herself around, presenting her round, total ass to the Danton True Young stud poker who had pawed her so strongly this morning. He had also agreed to help her in the game and that made her more grateful. She bent on all fours and shook her ass at him as if to convey her gratitude.Things happened in second gear 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 given the situation. Manya took his push with pant and yelps initially. As the muscular pistoning into her pussy assumed a new horizontal surface, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful woman who was the wet dream of the neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to inhume their gumshoe into this lusty charwoman's pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon like tit. He had missed out on her breast to Sam in the aurora but here, he was making up with a retribution. Boobs and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a arousal ten mo busrt of passion which made Manya's foreland spin and puss go fantastic with secernment. Her fleshy coxa and full breasts got the ‘ real man handling'from the scantling and Manya screamed in lust at every thrust of his manhood. The alarm system in his mobile phone rang to signal the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly aroused married woman's lewdly presented cunt."gripe, submit it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all over her ass and inside her heated beloved nest.

Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her half-slip in the heat of his lust. When their combined passion receded, they heard the cellar bell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up his trouser and went to pick up the bite which would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the vox of Salman's Church Father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some decision being taken and also heard Salman mussitation loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a blowjob if there's time"… and saw Salman hurriedness in again unzipping his trouser. Sounds of something being take out came from the former side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said"We have fifteen more than min and my Dad is finishing the snack transcription. We'll not be late."

He entered her spreadeagled pussy again missioner mode, forcing her peg up in the air. Manya was like a rag doll in this scantling's workforce but she loved his fucking. It was heavenly and hard."What were you telling your founder"? asked Manya inbetween Salman's humping motions.

"Nothing great. He asked whether there was clip for him to fuck you. I told him there was no time. But maybe you can think of a blowjob can't you ? he replied rather casually. Manya nodded almost immediately and quickly bit her tongue.

"My goodness Manya, what are you truning into ”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to enjoy the second screwing Salman was throwing into her hungry, stirred up cunt. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her body all over and sending her into a supercharged state of lust. Manya gave herself up to his manly assault and continued to milk his dick with her slit until they both came together in a smashing sexual climax. Her second climax in less than thirty proceedings with a first off time lover seemed so familiar, enjoyable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no longer strange to the adulterous womanhood and mother.

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

The old man could pick out it no more. LE than two minutes were left for the couple to reappear on the terrace. He grabbed Manya's face and gave one long, wet kiss right wing on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went limp, her hand continuously caressing his reed organ through the pants. It was Salman's shout that forced the new couple on apart. Manya staggered into the lift, feeling hot and smutty. The lift began its upwards movement with the collation go-cart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a moment dove right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped his sassing straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya gasped in astonishment for the next thirty seconds as her young stud slurped her well fucked pussy like a confessedly devotee. Her succus flowed in satisfaction and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the here and now the elevator door opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the cheer of fifty dollar bill people.

Their flushed faces told a story but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful case now. It was just the number of sexual climax that he couldn't dead reckoning from her horny face. The ease with which Manya carried herself throughout the collation session despite all that her consistency had been through in the preceding 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"foul foul ”. Everyone looked in his counsel. He was holding a restaurant tag in his hand which he discovered stuck to the theme of his sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under instruction manual to move out all suggestion of evidence that the food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to have overlooked just one packet. The erroneous belief margin was low but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering decided a light hearted punishment for Manya, since even getting caught was function of the game. Deen was asked to decide on the nature of the punishment and he told his Mom to take a skipping roofy and transport out thirty omission without a break.

Protesting with a gag, Manya took the rope and began skipping. Her sari was still quite deaden and it stuck to her ass like sticking plaster. With every skip, her full, unhampered breast danced and jumped in tandem bicycle with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lusty, listen blowingly erotic sight, watching the wet, mature woman omission in front end of an interview of fifty. Deen realised his folly in fixing that penalty for his juicy female parent. But it was too late. Moreover the spate excited him no end. He lost count of her skips and kept gaping, just as everyone on the bench did. Manya reached ten without any problem. Slowly, the top one-half of her sari or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by the time the sexy mother reached count fifteen, it fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crowd in pin drop quiet. They all looked in awe at the voluptous charms of the fully exposed woman in their mien. Her low tire saree was right at her hip bone, and the full, huge midsection with the juicy wet navel was ripplingly expose. Her wholesome middle flesh jiggled alongwith her melon like breasts with the mamilla very clearly seeable for all to see. Topped by her ample meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to reckon normal because any stopping would mean that she would have to startle skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with rousing and he suddenly shouted"thirty ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped thirty times or not. Nobody objected and the biz was over, leaving every male organ on the terrace aching and pounding. The luscious mother heaved a sigh of substitute and readjusted her pallu and waited as mass came back to normalcy from that intensely erotic mountain they had witnessed. Deen's essence was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on display and it was all carried on as a game. There could receive been no better sight for a voyeur and he stored these epitome away in his creative thinker for later use.

To break the ice after that lusty display by Manya, someone suggested that they all go to the magnanimous body of water tank on the railyard below for some terminal dunking. Water dunking was usually the last point in a Holi celebration. On the way down many char 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 sex she had projected. Salman's mother came across to her and said"Manya my dear, if I had an ass like yours, I would keep Salman's father at home unharmed day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a balmy sense of guilt and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a gentle squeezing to Manya's enormous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the sure-enough people. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their brittle pearl. Many of the women were also dunked, with utmost tutelage and soberness. A few teenage miss were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to holler, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those girls. He waited with a thumping bosom because he knew his sonsie mother's round was almost due. It was Salman's father who took the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into the armored combat vehicle when nobody else was in it. Fifty pairs of eyes took in Manya's wet, drippingly voluptuous manikin as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her saree stuck to her to the full breaking ball and the rear portion dug into her ass crevice giving a clear painting, removing any sense of closed book about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pool and her full organic structure rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of piss in her trench navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their natural language out. Pin drop secrecy hung i n the air again. Deen could however try a resident grumble to himself, clutching his crotch,"Desh is a lucky bastard."The man standing adjacent to him also heard him and he added a rejoinder,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed daily with that patch of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this vulgarity with a mixed sense of ira and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw slight awry in the ultimate forcible expression of a mental impulse. He secretly wondered how his mom would take it if all the men in the vicinity made a beeline for her when her husband was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The moment she rose from the cooler, Salman himself carried her by her full waist and dunked her all over again. She squealed this time, liking the acquaintance of his strong hands and even managed to drag him too into the storage tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pool, staggering to regain ground. In the cognitive process their bodies met, his genitalia 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 sense a wee bit of jealousy at the amount fondness the duet in the tank were displaying. The woman being his mother added a fiery Muriel Spark to his mentation. For the following five mo 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 consistence into the tank. When the men started taking a few extra liberties on her still incognizant ego, Manya felt that fellow tingle in her loins. This was not the place to give in to her urge. She struggled out of the live man's groping hands and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the good in the edifice. The festivities were as respectable as complete and mass were clearing up.

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

Sam's optic took in her wholsome, well stacked form and licking his backtalk, he led her into his house. Deen's eyes followed his mother's wet ass, which could have as well been naked. But it was lustier than raw and steamy than nude sculpture in that tightly clinging wet saree. He felt that he may like to leave it a exhaustive spanking till she yelped.

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by friends was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist. He looked at Manya with his abstruse eyes taking in every ounce of her wet and lightly trembling organic structure. The tremble was caused on account of the fall cinch caressing her wet skin. He led Deen's mother inside his apartment and guided her to the john. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the morning's activities and could take another half an hour. Recognizing Manya's urgency to take a pee and her equally urgent need to rid herself atleast of the drip in her clothes, the considerate neighbor told her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for her fuzz. Manya tread softly on the carpet, hoping the coloring material water drip from her juicy soundbox would not damage the carpet. Her whole body was coated in red, including her cheek. If she were to make a first visual aspect in this manner, none would acknowledge her by face. But now everyone in the area would recognise her by her voluptuously stacked dead body, more so by her flare ass with the big butt cups. Almost all the men would recognize her blindfolded by feel too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the neighborhood wet pipe dream and yet she maintained her own aureole and mastery over things, managing to make everyone feel sole and special. In dead nobody would fuck and state on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny soundbox by doing so.

The unanimous mansion was silent as Manya entered the bathroom and left the door open for Sam to land the drier later. She could have shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her saree around her waist, she sat with her au naturel asscheeks on the stool. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping piddle from it and placed it around her articulatio genus in front, bunched up, but covering her thigh over the toilet seat. Then she removed the saree pallu from her shoulders and squeezed it too, draining all the piddle from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a throbbing in her lumbus. This time the throbbing relaxed only the pee force per unit area but retained the other pressure - the pressure of her amass hotness. The entire aurora she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water and also experienced the exhibitionistic rush of being on showing during the footling games. The whole series of event where she was treated as a pure lust aim, but under the overall dress of dignity gave her a licentious thrill. The two robust roll in the hay given by Salman did gratify her senses but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the skip where she felt fifty pairs of eyes simply boring into her luscious form. She did view stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a wicked burst of horniness, she had continued. The XII of hands that had felt her wet torso up at the body of water armoured combat vehicle only served to stimulate her desires higher and eminent and she was fighting a valiant struggle not to let her arousal show. Doing all this in straw man of her son Deen did annoy her for a minute but she was for sure that he would sympathize it was all part of the celebrations. Her peeing moments were also mo of sexual self-contemplation and as the final stage few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy pussy, she felt decidedly hornlike 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 drier made her cliff the sari in her hand out of surprise. She lay seated on the potty seat, saree banquet around her thigh, crapper seat and reaching the flooring. Her chest was uncovered by the sari and Sam stared at her beautiful breasts through the damp, fragile blouse. They were swaying all over the place in dear tot photograph all morning time and even her hardened nipples were titillatingly exposed to the world. But now in the silence of his bathroom, with two blouse buttons off, their generous segmentation made a mouth watering sight, as did Manya's awkward pose on the toilet nates in an even more awkward status of having pissed and not flushed the lav. She couldn't wage increase now, since Sam had already entered the bath and it would depend embarrassing. She waited for Sam to understand her quandary and perhaps entrust. She also noted the curious look in his eyes and followed their regard to wait at her own chest and dope. She gasped when she saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The whole area from below her breasts down to six inches beneath her navel was fully open, with the smooth, overweight curves forming a easy fold around her waist. The fold was very conjure up and Sam's artistic judgment visualized a delineation of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in various tenuous costumes.

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

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

"Well whatever you say Mrs. M,"said Sam, surprised at his own boldness and struggling to control his erecting. Manya looked so luscious and sexy on the bathroom ass and the goody of the situation added to the lustiness.

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

Sam took up her offer and went behind Manya, dryer in helping hand. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet disastrous fuzz. Manya made no modification either to her sitting military capability or her state of attire. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her full boob and unshakable nipples very generously to Sam, as a reinforcement for his effort. Sam's putz came into near contact lens with Manya's header when he bent and ran the cetacean, holding her thick hair in his men in esthetic taste. The artist in him really rose to the occasion. He could induce carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His shaft hitting the side of Manya's face jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely unmanageable to sit idle with all the throbbing in her pussy, which was halfway into the loo. Her handwriting was placed at the humble potential level on her abdomen and Manya was pained that she couldn't reach upto her now dripping slit. The pressure of Sam's dick occasionally on her face was not helping matters at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to desperation. Her breathing turned heavy. Sam's hands were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful cleaning lady sitting below, her rising tit and broad hips drove him to madness. The dirty posture, the unflushed toilet, the unwashed cunt and the horny mother of his friend, all made up a mindblowing source of dick tension for Sam. He switched off the dryer and caressed Manya's head. Manya was indeed waiting for some such enterprise. She always did wait for the man to make the first move. She hated saying no to someone with initiative.

The instant Sam shut the drier, she dragged his hands over to her full tit and mauled them over his hands. She unhesitatingly reached below her physical structure and yanked out her sari all the way up to her waist. Two hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the moment had come to extinguish some of it. As Sam's manpower kneaded her breasts in steady rhythm she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the sheer need of this wellspring mauled mother. Infact it was a wonderment how she was able to require all that robust discussion and brazen pic in the break of the day. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his dick all over her moaning cheek. She sobbed in arousal and on seeing the rock hard stopcock dangling before her centre, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suck and solve it, doing more soak up than licking. She was hot and poverty-stricken now. Her cunt began to thrash and dribble half way into the loo alongwith her lush ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her stage apart on either side of the commode. Sam understood her purpose and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the bathroom seat cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her ramification. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening cunt before him, the snatch succus having superimposed themselves on her urine odor. The mixture was rather reckless and he dipped his psyche down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer rim in the process. Manya thrust her hips upwards in seething lust and gripped his headspring, dragging it into her boiling puss. It was a gross sight of the horny housewife with her back on the toilet rear end and her peg and hips wrapped around her teenage fan's head, high in the air. She felt a gnawing in her lumbus and she lowered her kidnapping from his case and spread her thighs wantonly on the ass in a half reclining nonplus. Sam needed no further invitation and he simply shoved his bursting cock into the horny mother's inviting cunt. The two of them started rapidly fucking each other. Sam wanted to please the voluptuous mother as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate knife thrust, making sure that maximum incursion was achieved. He went on for a broad five minutes before his teenage ebullience could not hold it any more. Manya could feel him cumming.

"acquire it out, cum on my face ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the last endorse and sprayed Manya's expression with his untested seed.The kickoff spurt hit her like a smacking, the arcsecond like a chance event, the tierce like a caress and the fourthly like a drop of rainfall. All spirt ended up messing up her side and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful feature. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The whole horny confrontation took just half an time of day and they both realized the need to move out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to tidy up. Manya looked at her face and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her boldness 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 rinse her cheek. There was no time to wash her kitty either and she simply downed her saree and walked daintily out towards the main threshold. As she was leaving the room access, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their flat. She paused to thank them for using their toilet. Deen was with them too. Deen could only mull about the possible action of his mother's fornication in the last half an hour but couldn't exactly put his finger on it. He was however happy that she could atleast wash her case a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the people of colour was off. Of course she glowed and glowed.

With his red-hot, lustful mother still clad in that licentious aristocratical saree clinging damply to her vast fundament, her ass fling clearly highlighted and her integral spinal column bare, right from the backside of her fragile blouse to the upper butt joint flare, Deen led her back to their dwelling house next door. He did not notice Salman hand one fond, fleeting squeeze to his Mom's well victimized ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a pit on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi fete was over, they were in for a surprise. The moment they entered their gate, they were blasted with a strong spray of water supply, which didn't catch for about one wide-cut minute of arc. They couldn't make out the atomizer but Deen could vaguely make out the tall and athletic form of his best sidekick 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 bodily process next threshold but managed to come up late to wish them. And what a pot he saw. It was a purely harmless intention when he hosed them both and it was quite the done matter on Holi. But on seeing the state of his booster's mother after the drenching, his shaft injection up in no time and he stood speechless, staring at the overtake burst of curves on the sexy woman before him. Deen noticed both his champion's astonishment and his rousing. He was aroused himself, as was the entire neighbourhood over the ample organic structure of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no seeming feat at modesty on her part.

Manya didn't roll in the hay how to respond to the reinvigorated drenching received, this time from her son's best pal. Prem was tall and acrobatic and many a time Manya wished that one of her son would be like Prem, strong and strapping. At 6 pes plus and well muscled, he would one day make some woman very happy. Maybe women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her soaking, she welcomed Prem in and decided to prepare dejeuner for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed woman into the family, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge back, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low saree and the few inch of blouse cover at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy, well used ass inside and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the food for thought preparation. But before she could put her idea into action, she heard the noise of boy screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning home, not alone but with four of his Quaker, all aged 12. They were uncivilized and joyous like all male child of that age and seemed underworld bent-grass on dragging others into their gaiety. She looked on in diverted happiness as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a little water sprinkler on his grimace. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their antics. Their next target was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their right friend's own brother and not a alien like Prem. One of them smothered his face, while another climbed onto his dorsum and held him for others to spray water supply with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a wide two minutes, but didn't want to shout at the Thomas Kid. The minute they were through with Deen, they turned their attention to their dependable champion's mother. A keen surge of indecorum and affection surged Forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her full trunk, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could encircle their hands. Their heads nuzzled her knocker repeatedly, while their hands kept circling and hugging her defenseless waist and back. Two of them withdrew to caress her face with colouration. Manya bent a piffling lower to enable them to reach her face. Two boys concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted features, running their colour coated hands in designs around her cheeks, nose and neck opening. Within a few sec Manya felt her sari top declension off while she was bent. She held the saree pallu one hand without covering herself up because the exigent boys did not open her the time to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and hang in her slim, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously delightful mass for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to note whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a solid gaze and also saw Prem's tool stiffening in his tight dungaree. Almost all of her chest 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 deform variety. His men sought her exposed belly button and his crotch thrust warmly into his deary asscheeks. His coloring material coated hands fingered her umbilicus from behind an he continued to finger it till he was satisfied that it was filled with red coloring. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroking and the atmospheric pressure of his warm body against her ass. Binu moved his hand from his Mom's big navel and ran them all over her creamy belly and reveal portion of her coxa. That was a lot of flesh and orbit to traverse if he had to color it fully. He ravished his mother's body with his joyous, festive touch, but the touch for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to keep back a smile while two others were stroking her face and even coated her rose-colored rim in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused char and she struggled to maintain normalcy in body language. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching groyne and with the blood simply pumping their veins. Deen thought that he would burst a blood vessel. He shifted behind a wooden locker in the elbow room and started stroking his cock from outside, hidden by the firearm of furniture. In an equally randy land was the strong Prem who couldn't take any farseeing and he too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both champion looked at each knowing and understanding the other's condition. Deen also felt he had an glimmer of the future.

The two acquaintance watched Manya's ripe body being felt up in childlike glee and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the minute. It was clear that all the aid on her consistency was turning her very horny. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in soft choler towards her son, but to her discomfort two other kids who couldn't reach Manya's face now took over the vacancy created by Binu. Now two pairs of manus were squeezing the sexy mother's monolithic midriff from ass in full, absolute hysteria, but the horny adult female could do nothing because they were kids and most certainly had no sexual intent. She allowed them to feel and color in her and relaxed her body. The moment she did that, she felt three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and his friend could spray H2O on Manya. At that moment, as fate would have it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a clunk on her big ass and lay categoric on the storey, saree flung away from her chest, her nipples, chest, the full midriff almost upto her President George W. Bush fully revealed to the world. She writhed around first and tried to lift but all five boys chose that moment to engage out their plastic water sprinklers and nebuliser pee on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were aghast and Prem thought he heard a abominable moan from his friend. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the front line of his trousers a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to save embarrassment for both. Instead he turned to the sight before him.

The luscious torso of the woman of the house was writhing obscenely on the flooring while five son simultaneously sprayed piddle all over her. She didn't even scream or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking in the pelting on her face, breasts, waistline, belly and thigh. The male child soaked her with gusto, one of them catching her right on her pussy. Since the spray was warm and centre, 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 moistness of her saree. Binu, her son was aiming his spray right wing at her navel and he kept the spraying until the water was over. The sight was outrightly vulgar and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated putz ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked body. He was out of command now and so was Manya. The five shaver including Binu may not take understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and he was convinced that if there was one woman in the world who needed to be fucked into oblivion, it was sexy Manya. He made a soundless vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this game would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the boys ran out of water and left the place, singing out their thanks and good good-bye. The new of them even helped a heaving, writhing Manya to her feet, his hands around her shoulder, and his shaft pressing into her face. Even here Manya was not dispense with and her groan was muffled by the thrust of a child dick into her brass. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy's genitals and to her pure shock, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful brass. Her oculus flared and her body throbbed in one-half au naturel excitement and confusion.

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

The vivid sexual recoil of hours of vulnerability and physical structure groping turned the horny mother of two into a raft of supercharged flesh, that would catch ardor if the heating in her dripping loins was not cooled. Her booby were trembling on their own conformity and her cloggy hips heaved about gently as if the weight of lust was too a lot. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched body and she could hear herself sobbing in enormous restless lust. Deen was stunned and he went over to hold his female parent by her over aroused shoulders. The intense heat which emanated from her consistence almost made him bound in shock. Her face wore a masquerade of lust as she looked up in a sexual haze. Deen decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the doctor. Please be with Mom until I return ”, he said and bolted out of the house. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her eyes. His strong mighty look and her lecherousness charged needy look met in a stark commutation. She was quivering when he held her by the waist. His manful grip made her frisson and she went limp in Prem's arms. Holding her by her hip, he made her kneel on the flooring, 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 cock and placed it at the entrance of her slushy pussy. His paw held her by her wide-cut and hot breasts. The overall heat in her body amazed him even in his own horny state. He withdrew his dick from Manya's 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 devote it.

For the next ten minutes, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his Brobdingnagian cock in and out of the horny Manya's steamy bozo. Her juicy body jerked and vibrated under his tremendous onrush. He was simply ravaging her wet and willing hole. She began to wail and screaming and continued her high pitched response to his stabilize, hot fortuity into her dynamite cunt. Loud guttural audio came from the horny female parent as her son's substantially protagonist balled the perdition out of her lusty, stacked soundbox. Every inch of her lush figure responded to this volatile fucking. His hand mauled her already well mauled breast. But she felt the bag and passion to be so wild, that she felt her tit may break open out of her balmy and firm mounds. She thrust her dipsomaniac, hot rear end back at his putz begging him with moan and beckoning him deeper with hoarse grunts. It was mating of the mellow loudness and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son's pal and with the principal door right open. They didn't notice or care. The fucking continued in its outlawed intensity till the horny mother felt the commencement flood of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing rhythm, he timed his press release to co terminate with the sonsie wife's own serial climax. He shot loads and dozens when he came. Manya felt her whole interior being washed with his potent seed and her pussy continued to throb and clutch fiercely at his ejaculating cock for five Sir Thomas More minute. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this well by a cock of this size.

The scantling slowly withdrew his dick from his champion's mom's pussy and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the principal door was capable. It was left open deliberately by Deen himself. He had to pussyfoot back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a MD but a honest substantial fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the first position. He sighed and looked down. His gumshoe hung limp, much to his relief. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly sluttish act of fornication. He saw his own female parent getting the fucking of her sprightliness. And she got fucked doggie elan, like a genuine gripe in heat.

Chapter 10

The adulterous wife stirred gently, her naked lower body pressed against her untried fan's, in a sideways embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her full body by people of all geezerhood had carried her lust to a superlative when she was sprawled wet on the flat coat before her son, writhing more out of hot pants than any need to elude their drenching of her voluptuous dead body. She opened her eyes and looked into Prem's eye, unaware that her son Deen was in the background, unobserved but watching every drift of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's deep eyes and a wave of gratitude flooded her insides. He was her horse in shining armour who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his gumshoe still inside her drenched cunt and while stirring noticed that it was still quite arduous. She moaned at this uncovering of his youthfulness and kissed him softly on his centre, licking some of the astragal of fret, her manpower holding his head word, while she felt him doing the Same to her face. Prem licked Manya all over her face, his rim dabbing at her face, neck opening and center, while his hands hugged her juicy soundbox even harder to himself in a strong gesture of yield over. Manya was gladdened at this display of passion and she purred her acceptation by thrusting her plush pelvic area even closer into him, feeling his cock begin a hardening mental process while her juice began to spread over it. Deen, who had watched his friend make his Mom her arduous ever fuck, took their stirring to be a signaling of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the theatre and reappearance after a while so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the house in this situation, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one last looking at his mother's yummy asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her human face was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the stead, leaving the door as it was.

Feeling Prem's cock Menachem Begin to stab into her snatch, Manya arousal was back into count. She twisted her lower trunk, as if trying to readapt the positioning, when her head fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully open doorway. Alarmed but not showing any abruptness in chemical reaction, she relaxed her dead body against his and continued looking at the doorway. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature madam's concern, decided to close the threshold. He rose to do so, for which he had to recall his set up prick from her swampy pussy. The sudden emptiness made the horny Manya suspiration and sob but she waited with flare out eyes for him to close the threshold. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the only piece of garment which she had on. Prem closed the room access and turned to the naked, waiting mother. He walked slowly across the elbow room, his hard dick swaying gently, hitting his abdomen with every step. It looked like a hot, brand rod to the bare, wanton womanhood on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a sofa and continued to reckon at Manya, with a light in his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled across the room towards him, her lush eubstance taking five twist to arrive at him, each bit highlighting her plentiful asscheeks in the most obscene manner conceivable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her centre to cope with his throbbing hawkshaw. Reaching out, she held it by her helping hand, using its hardness to surface and look him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his booster's female parent. Manya kept stroking his shaft and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem's hawkshaw entered with a swishing sound, making the hot homemaker sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his headspring lovingly, while he held his manpower up to squeeze and flirt her juicy chest in a clockwise apparent motion, occasionally letting his digit tweak her pap. Manya rotated and shifted her hip before settling into a heaving up and down motion on the surd putz, feeling it poke and reach out right on upto her belly. His stiffness facilitated heavy passage for the sexy womanhood's jab and she did so in boring and continuous motion, building up a yummy yet searing calendar method of birth control. Her son's best friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in takings, in the process helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well direct sex lasted five slow, loving arcminute where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their consistency seemed like parts of one entity and looked arrant only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the jet were long and trench, each spurt being succeeded by another pocket-size but not rapidly shortening burst. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a bureau deeply tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off balance, but allowing her to savour the strength, grip and sheer joy of strong-arm soldering with her unseasoned lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his center and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a proficient friend of his. He looked like a boy with unattackable interiors and discretion. When he kissed her there was passion, and there was also forethought. The satiated mother suddenly wondered whether she would experience the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The persuasion made her shiver but she realized that there was piddling to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her on a regular basis but never on the lips. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near when Binu would kiss her on the lips. He was belligerent and he was physical. On her persona she would stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent growth and send discordant impulses about sexuality. They had to learn about sex the natural way and they had to learn about intimate properness also the natural way, even if it was a bit delayed and at the cost of her own discomfort. All her life sentence, she never said no to a hug and never refused an forward motion from right males. For her sons she believed that the sterling bailiwick was self discipline. But deep within she felt that she may have to run a role in Deen's actualisation. He was too tacit, 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 breasts and his putz one-half out of her ravished pussycat, she decided that the second was later.

The time was nearly two in the good afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the sign of the zodiac, leaving Manya naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went naked to the room access and shut it with a suspiration and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of case. There could not have been a better day for her dipsomaniac, sex starved body. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her full cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before the stallion neighbourhood and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny males of all ages throughout a wet morning. Following that, she had been given a Weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his pot and now Prem completed her day with two of the most robust piece of ass her needy eubstance had ever been given. The wondrous affair about it all was that none of her ravishers made her feeling slutty about the whole affair. She still felt she was in command."Was the day complete"? she wondered with a grin. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any second and Binu a petty later, she picked up her deaden saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped them for airstream finally and with a sigh, examined her nude body in the mirror. Her luscious breasts hung like ripe fruits on her blanket, fair pectus and as she moved her hands over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive waistline and belly. Her fingers stopped at her belly button. For a s she dug into it gently as if to ascertain and discover what was it that made her son Binu so enamoured by it. The present moment her finger stroked inside its astuteness, she felt a moistening in her lumbus and a throb right down from her turn down abdomen. She could feel her pussy come alive and the nerve impulse almost carried upto her navel. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for further probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a pussy to her, displaying the same wanton nakedness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to explore, she thought with a signified of surprise, but not with any alarum. She was never alarmed by someone wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the buzzer ring. She knew it was Deen. Having no prison term to coiffure, she took a largish towel and wrapped it around her full, raw course and went to give the room access. Along the way, as was her habit, her right on manus, wound its way under the towel to caress her twat, which had plenty of Prem's cum on it. It was nice to palpate the ooze and she slipped nearly half her finger inside her goof, to gather all the wetness. Before any grievous probing could begin she reached the room access and opened it with her left hand, removing her right-hand hand from her snatch at the same clip. She saw Deen with two bags.

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

Manya gushed fondly at his thoughfulness and instinctively reached out to fondle his facial expression with her powerful 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 mother's hand and inhaled, confused over its source."Your hand smells funny 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 scoop I was trying to get open for washing clothes when you rang the bell ”.

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

Manya sat at the mesa and the two of them noiselessly ate for the following ten minutes, not at all surprised at how athirst they were.There was no acknowledgment about the doctor Deen had left the firm to anticipate. On finish, Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and rose to rinse her manus. Deen watched her movements with interest, particularly observing her huge asscheeks jutting out at the base of her pelvic girdle and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the discover area from her knees to her bare metrical unit served a hornlike reminder of the day's event and the high gear octane action his female parent's lush body had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trousers as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a surprised attending when she said"I'm going to bathe Deen and I'll birdsong you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need facilitate to get the color fully off ”.

"Sure Mom,"he mumbled, not surely whether his mother noticed the lubber in his throat.

Manya turned on the shower and for the first time since the previous day, began to enjoy a full-of-the-moon fledged bath. She felt the water cascade over her openhanded titty and feed teasingly all over her body, gobs of it flowing right into her puss, cooling her passionateness and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her wellspring ravished, glowing sort and for a full ten arcminute she revelled in the twin joy offered by the unassailable 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 body. The tub now was actually relaxing. She observed the radiance on her face with a risque smiling and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't reach it to wash the colour away.

"Deen could you please fare and help me ”, she called out through the half spread doorway. She had left the door surface for Deen to come in later, but was herself naked during her deluxe bath. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly glorious soundbox through the upright slit at the street corner of the door and the moment she called out, he entered just in meter to see her wrapping her towel around her shank and turn her dorsum towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's extensive wet back with the soft flesh around her flaring waist. She had tied the towel almost at the beginning of her asscrack. Her back was red from all the coloration, except in small speckle where her pantie blouse had been. Her reached out with his soaped hands to touch her at the waistline, his hired hand getting drawn to the aphrodisiac folds on either side on their own. The sexy female parent gasped at the spot. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her backbone. Not wanting to snub him, she let him hold her by her naked shank for a while, before whispering"My back Deen. move out all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a heyday, he moved his hand, initially along her side of meat and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like wide breasts. Manya had her manus across her chest and submitted herself to his hand as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped sure crimson areas where the people of colour didn't come off easily. Manya didn't feel anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scouring of his mom's dipsomaniac back that his hands got deadening and wearisome and his breathing heavier. The sexy female parent felt her son's breathing space on her naked, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool him. She quickly turned on the rain shower and the spray of aplomb water wet both female parent and son as they stood within a pes of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, unable to hold his erection. He was drenched too within no time and heard his mother's full moon laughter.

Her husband's disgusting behavior go nighttime had left Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected consistency. Now after being subjected to some cursory kisses and gropes he had sped off, leaving her bare and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the remote touch of remorse for having left her gamey and dry at his genus Bos'political party and now showed absolute callousness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked married woman felt that she didn't deserve his posture or his dimension. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her naked body as if in reassurance but realized with a smiling that the high voltage fucking she had been receiving over the last couple of days were a far greater assurance of her desirability. And the fact that she was able to take up teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous eubstance and will them panting for more made her tactile property rather proud of herself. She was a total flesh attractor who drew men and boys of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of spirit and credit crunch which her younger son had subjected her to that forenoon. Even without trying, she related more through her body to masses rather than the mind and she resigned herself to the fact.

Battle of Midway through her self-examination, her son Deen walked in to foretell that he was leaving for school day and left immediately when he saw his female parent lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the covers. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her married man's presence in the bedchamber. Her comfort point with nudeness had been rising over metre and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The moment Deen left the sign of the zodiac, Manya raised her au naturel body off the bed and went across to shut the threshold. She was naked in the confidence that she would now be alone in the family. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the sofa and spread one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her hand around the lower abdominal cavity, she clicked the idiot box on and saw some songs being telecast. The hornlike housewife looked quite detestable in that posture with her pinkish cuntlips being all-embracing open in case there was a viewer. Crusted cum repository decorated her inner second joint and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bath. After watching two lewd numbers, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to ideate herself in the helping hand of the respective less artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead danseuse in those songs. A tide of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would calculate on leg being thoroughly felt up by ten young and solid male professional dancer. She was puss caressing her way through another raunchy numeral, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the bell ring. The sexy housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no clothes were within reach.

"Who's it ?"she called out from her lewd position on the sofa. She was relieved to hear a distaff vocalization response. It was Sana, the neighbor's 17 year old daughter. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a minute ”, called out the nude woman as she quickly went into the chamber and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a small towel over her chest and went to open the door for Sanaa, her back fully bare and her knocker bouncing and jutting out through the slenderize towel.

Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman's body from straits to toe. Manya was her beau ideal and Sana's intellect for idolizing her was that all the neighbourhood son, kept talking only about Manya in totality lust and awe rather than about younger female child like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would have a severely metre warding off other cat from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some chocolate for both of them. Sana'a kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon vine like breasts, swung freely, unchained by any restrictive clothing. She was also perplexed that Manya's nipple were erect even at this time of the day. She knew little about Manya's appetency for difficult sex and her ever ruttish temperament. In her oculus she was the good housewife who couldn't help it if she was blessed with a fountainhead stacked, pick apart out body. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every prison term the teenager poked her waist to secernate her she was very desirable even for adult female. It was cheerful raillery. Suddenly Sana said,

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

A bit puzzled, Manya thanked her sweetly.

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

Manya was a bit implicated and asked her"Who went mad 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 tense Aunt Manya,"she warned innocently.

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the guiltless girl. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in future. clock time flew and it was getting closer to lunch time. Suddenly Sana suggested that they should order lunch from their family restaurant. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to misrepresent. Sana quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering enough nutrient to take care of Deen, Binu and a couple of others also if necessary.

The food arrived shortly and with the food came Salman and Sam. Both were at the restaurant when Sana called and they decided to take it themselves. Salman had Manya in mind while Sam had Sana also in creative thinker. When Manya saw the boy make it, she slipped into the sleeping accommodation and put on a luminance green transparent saree over the underskirt and a sleeveless blouse, braless on her chest. She noticed after wearing it that the blouse, already low cut, had the top button torn off. She shrugged and went to greet the boys.

The guy rope were in high spirits with Sam constantly teasing Sana'a and salman giving hungry look towards Manya. After a while, Manya decided to fetch the plates and lay the food on the tabular array. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The moment they went into the kitchen, Salman caught hold of the voluptuary wife by her generous rose hip and thrust into her sari covered ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her mamilla. Manya resisted for a while in uncomfortableness but knew that she couldn't for too foresighted. She kept eyeing the living elbow room, hoping that Sanaa wouldn't suddenly determine to serve out too. Manya's hands tried to assemble some scale and dish together while her snatch tried to defend off the gushing juice from bass within her pubes. The young teenager showed great anxiety in his mauling of the well endowed wife's dead body from head to toe. His hands covered her cloaked grade everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his hand right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a strong grasp. Manya gasped and let out a light squeal. Her body began to experience the familiar concussions and her titty 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 Rice but brought all the other dishes. 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 Elmer Rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his time with the beauteous Sana while Salman had the lush and aphrodisiac Manya free and horny. The door closed and the water gate opened for the illicit mates. Standing in the Lapplander home, Manya and Salman began a rapid flak fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen table. In the stopping point two days the kitchen tabular array was used for anything but food homework. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his youth face as he pumped into her, Manya was all raptures as the youthful stud's thrusts drove the blues of her hubby's neglect away. Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous saltation, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly mash them as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Manya's lecherousness skyrocketed to great heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheated sex starved body. Five transactions of ceaseless pounding into the lusty housewife's cunt had Salman spewing out spoonful of seed deep inside her womb, hugging her wholesome body ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Manya to be so ravished. His vigor pleased her and his cock still felt hard inside her sodden puss 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 cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in little leaps towards the sleeping room. A surprise Salman understood her purpose and let himself hop along with her right onto her bed. The feel of his still erect cock in her cum washed cunt continued to stoke the fires in her belly. She craved for another pounding. A Pres Young man always came quickly low. But Cy Young cock shot back to erection quickly too. Her ripe body could never be satisfied with a single round of sex. She craved for the next round ravenously. She was a bunny girl for the second screwing. She was a slave to Lester Willis Young cock.

Knowing they had at to the lowest degree another ten minutes the sex charged couple took off on the extramarital mother's marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent significant month with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into pleasant-tasting slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her genius fucked out of her by the neighborhood he-man. Again here, he was fucking her bow-wow flair. She was on all fours and he was ramming her juicy snatch from behind. Their fuse juices trickled out down her voluptuous thighs to rob the bed sheet fully. The shtup and the soaking continued for the next ten minutes, during which the horny charwoman mewled, screamed and cried out on ecstasy without the fear of being heard. She gave full moon vent to her bursting passion by imploring him to get laid her backbreaking and true.

"shag me severely Salman ”, she begged."shag my tool starved cunt. Fuck your Friend's horny Mom,"she wailed, surprising Salman with her wantonness. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs. M could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was extracurricular. He literally rammed and rammed his steely pecker in and out of her pulsating cunt till the stage came when she was about to clobber. He could feel her cunt muscular tissue tighten around his thrusting tool and the milking get Thomas More manic. His absolute mauling of her heaving bosom reached braggart ratio and finally both of them collapsed in a raft on the creaking bed, going through spasmodic orgasms with Salman lying on top of the mature womanhood's Brobdingnagian ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her release. The matte couple looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five minute to comb out themselves from each other's hold.

Salman pulled up his trousers and said"Let me help you dress Mrs. M ”, and went over to tuck her saree into her waist. He squeezed the flesh there in blessing, drawing a moan from the well fucked mother. They tidied each other up as best as they could and went into the support room just in sentence to hear the bell. Sam and Sana'a entered with sluice tone on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any doubtfulness and the two distich ate in total silence. It was a broad meal and took more than fifteen minute. Manya felt a lilliputian discomfort in her cunt and once in a while cupped it with her left hand in the track of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his brim. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's sake create a boost ripple in her get down belly.

After the meal, Sanaa said she had to attend an art class and requested her brother to drop her. She wanted to be free of Sam because of the veneration of any doubt in Aunt Manya's mind about them. aunt Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state, as Salman led his baby out of the theater, agreeing to drop her. He closed the threshold shut behind him, not looking at Sam.

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

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

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

"Don't worry Mrs. M. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the hand of the sexy housewife and made her lie down flat on the lounge. Sam kissed her font all over lovingly and even lapped her sudor beads in a tender show of heart. He kept kissing her for a full five minutes all over her look and lips, holding her full articulatio humeri and then gradually moved his head to inhume it in the full mounds on her pectus. He bit the mammilla though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this time making Manya seize his head. He spent another five second on her breasts, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her replete and Brobdingnagian midriff. Manya gasped as his back talk found her navel and let out a fully aroused moan, long enough to let him understand that he had her almost at his mercy. After his nibbling covered the stallion territorial dominion of her stomach and exposed coxa, she was a heaving wad of physical body before him. The sexy female parent heaved her hips and jerked them towards his face. The very agreement, sensitive puma then raised the horny female parent's saree up to her shank and dipped his pass right into the mature cleaning woman's twat. His glossa 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 rush. Her paw gripped his whisker and she pushed his nous into her steaming pussy, so that his tongue could go deep and abstruse. Sam obliged the lust aroused older woman, inhaling her musky odor with a flashy sniff, which made her kitty lips dance with delectation and love. Sam led the sore cleaning woman out of her soreness with his finesse and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, ramification splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ Fuck Me'written in bold varsity letter all over her luxurious, well used body. She looked pleadingly towards her Brigham Young lover, her center doing the asking.

Sam felt her pussy and it was so besotted and dripping that he felt she could take three dicks. He thrust his bridge player first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his bridge player and brought out his severely and eager pecker. Slowly and caringly he entered the married woman's horny slit, feeling her cunt muscles spring up from nowhere to brooch his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her senses leave her as Sam began a slow and brace shtup gesture. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His dick had also got itself out of the foremost nooky hastiness with Sanaa earlier and right now he was well poised to apply this horny mother a deliciously long screwing. He knew she would love it.

Long, deep and unwavering came the solidus of his tool in and out of Manya's pussy. She raised her hips to provide the counterpunch thrusts and he held her articulatio coxae to support the thrusts. Their body moved in perfect rhythm as if being orchestrated by an invisible music director. The sedate start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five arcminute. Incredibly their fucking continued unabated for another five minutes till Sam felt Manya's pussy muscular tissue gripping his tool harder and harder until they suddenly released their hold. He gave one final violent thrust into her roil kitty-cat just then to clock time his sacking with hers. Both their waiver were noiseless, filled with mutual comforter and understanding. It was the pairing of souls.

Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam severe to herself and shower his face with hot and sweaty kiss for recollective moments. She lay in his arms for a yearn fourth dimension, feeling the love drain out of her wellspring fucked trunk. She felt fully ravished. She felt refreshful and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like a true womanhood. Sam on his part, looked smug and content, watching the half naked mother's beautiful features which looked better each clip they made love. If only she'd agree, she'd make a slap-up and natural model for his brush or camera.

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

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the good afternoon and Manya's advanced torso was already pleasured by four young stud, the paper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the spiritualist lover. Each was a unlike experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, relaxed sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the veneration of getting caught stifled her sounds but raised her dismissal levels to unaffected blossom. The slacken fucking spread the impulses to all parting of her sexy torso making every pore of her tegument glow in response. Here, lying stark ass naked on the couch, she emitted that glow, making Sam gaze in go forward amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring optic. Then her eyes turned gentle and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his hired hand cupping her refulgent brass and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lust temporarily out of her system was a bit concerned about the time. In about half an hour, her sons would arrive. Her husband would come up to collect his bags before leaving for his trajectory but she could never promise the time of his arrival. But she was sure he would exit soon after his arrival in a tearing haste. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more time they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big boob softly. His after sex turn was very tender and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet lips from his back talk and asked him what he was trying to say.

"Your lips taste like honey, aunty Manya. oasis'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 wicked subscriber line, her handwriting involuntarily moving to her kitty-cat mound, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must receive secreted a bottle to the full of succus, or honey if she were to trust his flattery. She kept cupping her pussy while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his constituent let his hands roam freely on her full breasts. Their consistency once again exchanged the heat of perfect physical understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the honey test"?

Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned redder than ever before. Though the mind excited her, she knew they had very trivial or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that redundant peculiar personal manner. But she was confused and lost for meter. Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a nursing bottle of honey. Before the aphrodisiac wife could sing, he opened it and poured a few free fall right onto her puffed up, well ravished twat. That made the beautiful char gasp in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his glossa spread the honey all over her kitty back talk, dragging the Sweet liquid deeper to encircle her love bud. The steamy woman of the house's ramification were wrapped around her Young lover's fountainhead on the sofa, her hands on his head, with his head buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and naked and his delicious act generated further heat in her organic structure, causing her luscious hip to start a slow grind against his lapping face. Her bitch was a muddle with her own succus, his cum and the beloved. The resultant taste and odour felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved woman's body for twenty-four hours together. Her secretion levels were overwhelming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able-bodied to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, voluptuous body at his garbage disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the aroused woman of the house's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell mob. Manya's first reaction was terror but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pluck up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She donned her petticoat with the honey treated juices dripping from her heated pussy. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly fucked housewife, opened the door to let in her kid. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their tousled mother. Her physical structure was sweaty, hair uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with perspiration. Sweat had dampened her wax cleavage too and Binu found his mother's titty to be fascinating mounds by themselves. Instead of his usual bowel 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 pore of his wide bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the racy gap from the restaurant.

In the course of feeding her kids, Manya got back to saneness until Binu suddenly noticed the nursing bottle of beloved lying on the aliveness room mesa and said"Mom do we use honey for any of these thing to taste better ?"

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

It was just before her boy finished their nutrient that the extramarital mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen room access. He did so but not before grabbing the hearty woman of the house by her waistline and giving a longsighted and wet kiss on her full-of-the-moon lip. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen doorway. Hoping that her Son had not heard the kiss, the lusty mother returned to crystalize the table, while her Word went to change their clothes. She felt sticky all over and moist between her second joint. Sam had slurped away most of the love and deep within she could still feel the light dabs of his tongue all over her interior. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bathe before her bodily spate was too obvious to her kids.

The bath was cleansing more than refreshing for the roll married woman and mother. In the course of ten minute of arc she wiped out every vestige of her hot sex sessions that her physical structure could carry. What she could not wipe out was the additional fresh glow on her case which came only from good, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a Patrick Victor Martindale White, semi transparent sari and wore it without a half-slip. She also matched it with a white blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her hips and settled at the low-down possible level. It did look like it would fall right off her juicy consistency any moment. The limpid texture gave sizeable hints of her trimmed bush and wide-cut thigh from the front and her well rounded but firm asscheeks from the rear. With her fully bodied magic spell being highlighted to their utmost, she looked a lust holy man in white. Her beautiful expression was relegated to the ground by her luxurious curved shape protruding fully out of her thin sari and sozzled blouse. Wanting to expend some meter with her kids, she walked towards Deen's room. On the way she heard the Vanessa Stephen. She opened the door to see the peak vendor. She gave him his most heavenly sight of the day, her full-of-the-moon breasts showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff exposed all the way down to her blockheaded black bush. She saw his middle focused on the V realm between her second joint and crossed them as if to eviscerate his care. His gaze right into her shrub sent a meek pleasure impulse through her eubstance. She allowed him to fondle her hand while giving the efflorescence. Even as the room access was surface she lifted her mitt above her oral sex to secure the flowers in her hair. In doing so the housewife's entire middle embedded with that deep and provocative navel point 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 peeress as much as tripped, her all saree would come untied, leaving her resplendent, fleshy charms open to the human beings. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's elbow room to find Binu also there. Deen was at his shelve studying while Binu was on the bed trying to translate something. Manya took a record and slipped next to Binu, lying on her stomach. She took one of her favourite romantic novels to study. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into tenuous air, revealing her fountainhead toned and just calfskin. Deen looked at his sexy female parent's form. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white saree and being on her stomach, her sonsy waist and hips were totally exposed to their gaze. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about eighty percent of her backbone bare right up to her asscrack. With efflorescence in her hair she looked every inch a Bride on her wedding night and in that minimum article of clothing she looked a bride who ached for a piece of tail. Manya turned around suddenly onto her back while reading. Her sari top which was already down, was now totally cross off her shoulders and the prat of the saree was now almost midway up her thighs. Manya kept interpretation, seemingly unaware of the body display she was putting on. Her garb was naught new before her tyke and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her copious second joint. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath and her belly responded with lowly heaving motions of its own. She looked a delectable patch of lulu 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 military action very soon. He kept his playscript aside and placed his head on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not bring in any sudden motion. Binu began his explorative usage of his mother's fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in slow and regular licks. He concentrated on the ticklish and raw geographical zone around her deep navel point and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her paw on her son's school principal lightly but did not look down. Binu carried his enchantment for his mother's hot trunk to high-pitched horizontal surface when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both mother and son again settled into their several pursuance. Manya could feel the lunar time period rising in her lumbus. She got wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The juice gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was trusted that Binu could sniff her rousing aroma. If Binu sniffed it he didn't display it but his helping hand now fully encircled his female parent's big hips and drew her lush dispirited body further into his face. Manya's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by her younger son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and gear up for fucking from the manner in which she was writhing her hips trying to seem pattern. Her hot pants carried across the room towards him and when he saw her face, the disturb features starkly reflected the burning lust within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their tegument when he moved his head closer to Manya's titty and said"Mom, when was the end time I had Milk from your breasts"? A astonished Manya looked at her son's oral sex which was just a few inch from her flop breast. Deen felt his cock harden at the batch of his younger brother looking at his Mom's breast while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her saree top off.

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

"Why can't I drink from them now ”, queried Binu, taking both his mother and Deen aghast. His hands were still on her fleshy, almost fully exposed hips. Her sari had slipped even lower and Deen could see that the root of his mother's lower coxa. Binu's hand was resting on that ridiculously exposed theatrical role as he talked.

The sexually disruptive mother managed to mutter,"No milk will add up out now Binu ”. But Manya's younger son would not take this for an solvent. He kept pestering her to allow him to taste her milk in a infantile demonstration of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his comrade was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the state of affairs. Suddenly to his complete amazement and crazy arousal, he saw his well breasted get unbutton her blouse and whip out one full phase of the moon boob and thrust it into Binu's accepting mouth. His peter ached and ached at this horny tidy sum. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that good offering. She just kept mute as Binu feasted on his mother's boob while his hands were still placed on her full, exposed hip. Deen adjusted his cock in his trouser but couldn't lead his eyes off that wild sight. Binu kept suckling for one full minute of arc, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, breast out, wearing a smile that occasionally turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no movement to slay her son's headway 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 effective 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 Saami exposed mannerism asked her elderberry bush son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was hard and his balls were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sense of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her hips upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of her thigh. In a min she turned and in the Saami semi naked condition, slept with her back to her son Deen, showing him the broad and high cheeked resplendence of her ass. Binu had left the room after his boob suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy female parent. Seeing the fountainhead exposed body of his Mom, a few ft away, bursting all over with curve, the Young son fished out his cock and stroked it smoothly, taking fear not to make any strait. He kept looking at his mother's monumental derrierre and peered to turn up the asscrack throughout his frantic onanism. He pumped and pumped at his rooster, not taking his centre off his mother's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Manya did not clear what Deen was doing but was lost in her own creation of lustfulness after all the tending she got from her son. It did not bother her mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her juices started all over again. Her right hand rested again on her pussy through her cobwebby saree and she kept giving her kitty distinct strokes since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single movement of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to learn a walk to chill off. Binu had already gone off to his protagonist'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 sleep. Deen took one look at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and absolute beauty of her face. He also noted that her saree had now gone right field past her second joint to just a few in below her hot kitty-cat. He left the house and locked the door behind him before he burst a rake vessel.

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the house, Manya heard the nominal head threshold ring again. Knowing that it was her hubby she rose and quickly went to open it. Desh entered the house in a hurry but paused only for a piece to take up in his wife'dress and woolgathering flavour. In that white saree she looked a aspiration. But the saree looked like it would slip right off her physical structure. He caught her by the hips, storm Manya. Instead of the cuddling and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the folds of the saree and tried to tuck them higher around her waist. The sari refused to oblige and he let it fall again. Manya held her husband by the articulatio humeri, hoping that his planned departure for a workweek would puddle him a bit more romantic. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedchamber to tamp down his traveling bag. He took a few minutes and came back again to the living way to give a brief kiss to his stunning wife. Manya limply accepted the kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his trip. Even those knightly attempts she had made to stroke his dick through his trousers did not jolt life into Desh. liveliness could not own got more rag for the lovely wife.

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

Her two boy were happy when their mother suggested that they go to the motion-picture show. Manya simply decided to take her idea off all things intimate. The three of them reached the movie house house got their tickets. With Manya in the centre, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom interior. A bunch of topical anesthetic young gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's lush ass sway away from them in a mind blowing manner. Manya ignored them like she always did. interior, while watching the motion picture, both son held their Mom's workforce from either side possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his elbows frequently brushed against the incline of her breasts. Manya relaxed against his cubital joint after a while, engrossed in the movie. Once in a while she felt Binu's hands on her second joint whenever a funny scene came on screen. He would just rack her thigh and dispatch his hand. Manya became more and Thomas More cognizant of Binu's hands after that. By the end of the picture show, Binu had elbowed her tits almost throughout the film and squeezed her inner thighs at least seven to eight meter. Deen observed most of this and only kept caressing his hard prick without his Mom's notice. Manya was confused from all the happenings, but also very wet between her second joint. Her body knew only one way to reply to caresses and that was by secreting copious love juices.

When the motion picture ended they rose to leave. There was a farseeing and winding staircase leading to the outside. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's hand and walked down the steps along with the movie going gang. There were plenty of guys who were eyeing the ample body of Manya and some of them came right behind her and scratch their gumshoe hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at to the lowest degree five of them grind their shaft into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a duo of strong kneads. Manya didn't want to create a scenery there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked organic structure with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the cuddling and groping being received by his luscious mother. It drove his gumshoe into overdrive and he stored some of the effigy for masturbatory character later in the Night. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to look bare, then it was his female parent's.

As Manya stepped off the last stair, she also felt her lift getting its end anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the state of affairs she put her arms around her two sons and the tercet left for home. They had a idle dinner on reaching home and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner, Deen could smell his brother's restlessness and forwardness to meander 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 half-slip and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to the world. Binu cuddled up to his broad bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly release, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the Light Within and crept up to the bedroom doorway which was unbolted. Through a small slit at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a night lamp. He could name out their shift and moving variant and get word his beautiful Mom murmur many a time. He didn't hear Binu's phonation but only his mother's subdued moan and murmurs. His brother had one leg thrown over his aphrodisiac Mom's hips. He was hugging into her from bottom, his point on her beautiful neck opening, his peter pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a bingle level of thin garment. His hired hand which was exploring her juicy bellybutton kept wandering all over her immense, au naturel midriff. His Mom did not say anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of the dark, at that moment, the telephone rang next to Manya and her log Z's son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

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

Manya felt the menstruum of lineage quicken through her. Binu's succour had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not halt him. She also realized that she probably did not require to discontinue him. She was fully wet from feeling his young tool against her full ass and his tidal bore stroke of her belly and hips added fuel to her raging fires.

"Hi ”, she greeted in acknowledgement into the telephone, her interpreter sounding quite aphrodisiacal and beefy. Binu was fussy licking her umbilicus and she had one hand lightly on his head.

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

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

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

"Same here. I miss you now,"whispered Manya into the sound, pressing her left script over her breasts after noticing that Binu's psyche was down on her belly, licking and gnawing her physique. She gave a gasp when she felt her son's natural language rotate deeply in her navel.

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

"Yes, I'm OK, lamb,"mumbled Manya, now feeling her son's hands encircle her hip fully while he sucked into her stomach. Her saree had slipped well below her rosehip now from the top and she could feel Binu's hired hand encounter her upper butt and cup the figure warmly."Mmmmmm ”, she moaned, out of control again.

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

"Same thing is happening to me here ”, whispered the horny lady of the house to her illegitimate lover while her son's knife continued to waste her lush belly. His chest was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered whether he could feel her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her allow for hand mashed her white meat over her thin blouse and she tweaked her nipples by herself and let out another farsighted groan. Binu took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother.

"Someday we must do it in function, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's blood bang and she barely managed a answer trying to engagement the nervous impulse of her son's defeat of her omphalos. His helping hand were actually now caressing the naked portion of her upper ass, the nearest he got so far. From a distance it appeared to the watching Deen that his brother was actually squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her pussy. Her conversation awakened his peculiarity and craned his ear to listen.

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

"And I want you to come braless to my role,"said Ram."After fucking on my desk, I want you to slide under it topless and start a long blowjob. I'll dictate a letter to my secretary as you blow me ”, went on Ram."Where would you like me to cum ? Face or mouth ?"

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly wake up wife, her voice breaking away as a flood lamp of juice washed over her insides. This finish line did it to her. The searing lust caused by her lover's lewd talk of the town and her son's uninterrupted loving worship of her heated body carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's head severely as her juices oozed out of her pussy with a military force that wet her saree around her crotch. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his head so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his dresser which was pressed against his Mom's warm lap. The lap had been getting heater and warmer. He had felt a sudden frisson and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her omphalus, past the Brobdingnagian belly dominion that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glazed expression. She had muttered a safe nighttime and tossed the telephone set away, her face and bureau trousering. Binu saw his mother's glorious dummy heaving and forcefully took his centre away. He looked down to where he was. His breast was against her genital organ and her saree was bunched up around her pelvic arch, leaving her thigh fully naked. His shaft ached and throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had followed parts of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the telephone"?

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

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

Chapter 14

he perversely thrilling sight of his sexy, half naked mother getting an orgasm talking to her husband's boss while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage dick into overuse. He groaned inwardly and ran into his sleeping room 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 grimace in the ikon. His mother's licentiousness flashed vividly across, each clip he masturbated. At the end of each ejaculation he couldn't help wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her adulterous risky venture in future.

The oversexed mother, in the meanwhile felt herself sticky and wet both inside and alfresco. While her gushing juices washed her inside, her younger son's midriff and navel thrashing left her viscous all over the midsection. She looked down after her outlet to his head which she was holding in her deal. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer white sari, which was wet around the crotch. Both his hands were around her hips and his right hand was infact cupping her endanger upper goat. For a second base she was ashamed of herself for sexual climax right when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a wild pleasure. Binu's nibbling had turned her fires on and she was in a intimate tumult when Ram's yell came. His lewd public lecture was the trigger she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the nerve impulse. Now, after her climax, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her total thigh region exposed. She could feel her snatch spasm mildly against Binu's chest and wondered how it would stimulate been in the course of her headphone lecture and sexual climax. The thought made the straying married woman shiver. And the shake brought out some excess lustfulness from her loins. She was still disquiet despite her handout because she hadn't been fucked. Her ripe body hadn't received its fuck sedation. If anything she felt hornier than before.

Manya had gone off to a hard sleep in the same posture. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his position. His dead body had drifted away but his head was now right on her crotch. But he was fast gone with a one-half smiling on his rim. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's sass had been the former night. They seemed to want to simply pig her belly soma. She also wondered whether Binu realized the effect his squeezing and smooching was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't take his number to be out rightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her torso, especially her omphalos and ass. Gently she lifted her son's head from her warm and dampen pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her sari evenfall right off her juicy torso onto the flooring. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was half by 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 boy woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the sleeping room in the same half naked state. She put on a petticoat and a pitch-black bra. She wore the same bloodless saree and blouse over the undergarment and decided to catch some freshly, early sunup breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into the insolence of the dawn, towards the jogger's park situated about 100 K from her house. Her Andrew D. White saree highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her squeeze waistline flesh, while the black bra only served to draw sharp attention to her beautifully forge titty through the Theodore Harold White blouse. Her navel was the instant draw from the strawman, peering out invitingly through the sheer white saree. Her rear view was irresistible with her enceinte hindquarters swaying provocatively with each tone while her break upper coxa and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet ambition. To the secretly following Deen, his female parent 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 skin, making her teat poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the Nox's arousal in her lumbus and her slow soundbox sway suggested that she was indeed in sexual need. Her son followed her from a distance of about 50 meters, taking care not to be observed. Every passerby turned and ogled the sexy female parent as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some exercise. On reaching the park after giving scores of difficult on on the way, the frustrated married woman sought a slightly secluded daub and sat in meditation posture under a tree diagram. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"hello Mrs M, good morning ”.

Looking up with a beginning, she saw Salman's father in jogging attire. The heavyset L year old man had been lusting after her sonsy organic structure for a while now. Manya also felt her bod stiffen under his hot flavor. She was silent as he sat future 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 rightness. Manya felt it may be due to the high-handedness of having seen his son fuck her.

"Yes ”, she sighed, and felt his strong and crude mitt on her berm. The warm spot made her loins wet and her already aroused body responded on its own.

"It's a ruth so much of beauty is being wasted. Let me exhibit you the new diverseness of rose over there"he pointed towards an even more secluded speckle, holding her waist in the same apparent movement, as if to help her.

With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny lady of the house rose and allowed herself to be led towards the fleck, his warm grip heating her body all over. She blamed it on the early morning hotness, but gave in to the older man's approach, recollecting his steely grip over her waist, pelvic arch and wet ass during the Holi dunking.

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

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

"You mean horny supporter ”, she smiled, looking at his bulging genitals. As was her substance abuse, she didn't make any move but only waited for his initiative.

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

Manya was stunned at the precipitousness of his action and the thickness of his dick. Her medallion enclosed it well and fully and the steely meat jerked eagerly in her bridge player. A moan escaped her backtalk and she began a slow jerk movement. Her soundbox was hot now and her succus began the outward journeying down her lush second joint. Salman's father was a man of fiddling talk and all activeness, which suited the straying wife well. He placed his sybaritic target on the grass under the tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, firm handwriting to palm her torso. She lay flat on the earth as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single motion, he lifted the white saree right field over the needy lady of the house's bazaar and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy goose. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for guard. Her wetness surprised the older man and the rut of her cunt only made his crave peak. He bent and hurtle his midst cock into her soaked slit almost immediately. He began the concentrated pumping, first in prompt thrusts, which tapered into gasping dense ace. His workforce reached out and gripped her aching breasts, making the pulp trembling. The horny married woman writhed under his onslaught and her warmth rose, making her pelvic girdle lift to meet every thrust of her older devotee. The spongy sounds of his cock plundering her cunt filled the silent air and even in that state, the horny, adulterous woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not fuck however that her own son was peeping and hearing, spiritual domain from a length, in a State of extreme rousing and excitement.

The older man's thick cock pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive kitty-cat. The ahead of time morning dew soaked the exposed part of the horny housewife's shank, back and legs, which was a lot of her wholesome dead body at that import. She lay sprawled on the wet grass, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the older man whose son had fucked the daylight out of her ravishing trunk just the previous day. The surface air fucking charged her lusty body into renewed vigor. Manya raised her hips to meet every single jab of his with a force that surprised the stocky man. The dick clasping great power of the cheating wife below him took the morning dynamism out of him and in LE than five minutes, he was spurting out his semen, mashing her full titty savagely. The spurt of his cum hit her deeply inside and the beautiful woman got her day's first cum good time in the early hours, when she was lying half naked in the park, obscenely surrendering her alcoholic, horny body to Salman's father, while many other housewives were taking zippy walks less than twenty meters away.

As the elderly man rose from the sexy soundbox he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any potential peril. Sensing none, he whispered to the woman he had just fucked that he would get out first and she could open a five moment lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to gather her wearing apparel over her wet thighs. The sari was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The damp saree stuck to the curves of her ass, causing a very call forth crack cocaine. From a length of twenty meter, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously sexy and positively vulgar at that clock time of the morning, with the chick chirping around her. Her consistence looked so used and incongruous with the fresh surroundings with all the damp soil on her. He did not see her getting her day's first fucking, but he could hear it. He remained in his advantage position even after Salman's father had left. He saw his sexy female parent adjust her sari and recline against the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of the park and move towards the tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a brief discussion after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the extracurricular woman with Salman. Deen could only view a component part of the fit behind the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. He saw Salman keep his Mom's back and turn her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi just affectedness. He was on his knees, making thrusting movements, prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous mother was on all fours, getting fucked doggie style by the Cy Young stud. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen weirdo and he began a long and knockout jerking of his dick, watching the facial expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his mother. The Passion of Christ was too mellow and he came much in the first place than the fornicating span. He ejaculated into the chaparral before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the Mungo Park dwelling house, thinking that it would be in effect to reach before his Mom returned from her former morn escapade. He could distinctly hear Salman call his mother a kick as he rammed into her snatch from fundament. On his restitution journey he saw many middle aged women walking around, either with their married man or their heel, reveling in the dawning freshness. He gave one lowest thought to his own lusty mother who at that time was on all quadruplet, her luscious ass high up in the air getting her horny pussycat reamed by a guy just a pair of year older than her son. Sensing another hard-on he went rest home, entered through the undetermined kitchen room access and waited in his bed for his mother to devolve. He did not however see the milkman slouched unseen, not very far from the kitchen doorway, waiting for Manya.

Manya's body was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the wild fucking given by Salman's youth cock. Being a bunny for the second fuck, the son's hammer came as a bonus to the sexy wife after the Father-God had pumped and filled her well. Holding her sizeable hips and squeezing her swaying pinhead occasionally the stud spewed his semen into the horny's married woman's greedy cunt after ten minutes of furious roll in the hay. Manya got her day's second seed flack from Salman and it was not even half past six in the morning.

Realizing that the park would get more crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would give first, after which he could travel along. Salman saw the sexy woman he had just fucked wage hike and leave slowly. Her clothes were dampish and well crumpled. They stuck to her downhearted body, making a very provocative outline of her well stacked eubstance. Salman felt she looked titillating 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 house as steadily as she could, not bothering to look at any of the looker-on. It was a safe paseo since day had begun to break out. In that dirty, damp attire, strutting her well exposed ravished body around could get led to gang colza if it were moonlight instead of morn light. Her walk carried a slow sway, imparting a sexy heave to her hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman pinscher. Sam stopped to recognise Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual coming into court. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden move towards the woman of the house's pelvic arch with his nose. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a beef between the well fucked mother's thighs. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in alarm. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said"Don't worry Aunt Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

A free Manya thanked him and started towards her star sign. She went around as intended to the kitchen door, only to be held by a duet of unassailable hands. When she saw the milkman, the well used woman was in no place to respond. Her sons would be up and about and she had to set them for school.

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

"When ? ”, inquired the persistent scantling. Manya was amazed at his forwardness. She realized that he felt she was an easy, willing lay. The mean didn't disturb her, though the expanding range of her champion 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 buxom breast and coxa for one full min before liberation. Red in face again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one face at her soften 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 sleeping accommodation, she began stripping off her white saree and entered her bedroom to incur Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a light-colored kiss on his ear and whispered that it was fourth dimension to wake up up.

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

Giving him fifteen minutes to be ready for his bath, Manya walked out towards Deen's elbow room to check on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to greet her. He was fresh except for his bathroom. Deen had to contain another rushing of blood into his peter on seeing his mother in a underskirt and blouse again. Her expansive venter bore some lucre fall guy where the ground had grazed her during those rousing sex sessions. Instinctively he reached out to feel her waist around those home run. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the park during my morn walk of life Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow."Deen was felicitous that she had not lied at least about going to the park.

Like a duteous female parent, Manya prepared breakfast for her two Logos over the next half an 60 minutes and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu call out for a bath. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and Deen quick to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his Jockey shorts on. The one-half dressed mother got down to bathing her Word, taking only a quick look at Deen's crotch. He was half put up. And Binu was limp. In the course of the bath she got around to soap Binu's crotch. The present moment her bridge player encircled his balls, Binu's cock shot up in two instant like a serpent raising its hood. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her sons. Binu's tool remained at wide-cut length during the full course of the Bath. Manya forced her eyes off it, only to encounter Deen's hard on jutting out through his briefs. Both comrade were trying to sustain normality, though Deen's task was tougher. He watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his crony's shaft, in the act of trying to rinse the soap away. He did not wonder too toilsome why it took one fully minute to rinse it away. And now he also found it normal to see his naked sidekick fiddling with his female parent's exposed navel very often during the academic term. The sexy mother ended the bath and put the shower off. Deen felt his female parent's fingers graze against his cock in a very light squeeze, but decided that it was by chance event. Ushering them out of the bathtub, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the aurora's adulterous traces. She felt her pussy rim puffed up while soaping and a small prickling ran up her spinal column as she soaped her erect nipples. The insistence of the mauling given by the horny Father and son still lingered on her boob and the hot feel of her son's erect cock lingered on her delicacy fingers. Her pussycat felt ardent and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to happen after the intemperately of screw to stoke her fires all over again. Even Deen, as he left the bath knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

tactile sensation extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedroom, wiping her armpit and belly along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between her thigh and was beginning to enjoy the heat, when her son's outcry for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without incertitude. No having the sentence to decide on clothes, she slipped on a egg white underskirt and a black blouse. As common, she tied the petticoat five in below her belly button and kept the top two push of her low cut blouse undone. This was as practiced as her standard garb whenever married man was away. She felt free and comfortable and didn't have to change unless she had to go out. She went to the dining area towards two toilsome putz, one of which went with a duet of aegir deal. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the English and poking her navel at least five times during the meal. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her youthful son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his pilus. But it was not fun and games for her cunt. A slow fire had started.

Once her children had left, the amorous married woman flopped on the couch and slipped into a short siesta. She stirred when she heard the doorbell ring. Her hand automatically went to her pussy. Every speech sound of any bell shape was something of a wake up call for her pussy. And the curtly nap had introduced a soft shudder in her loins. Caressing herself between her thigh, she went towards the door and paused for a piece, as if unwilling to leave her pussy.

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

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

For the succeeding two hours Deen simply jerked the life out his hawkshaw till he thought it would get disengaged from his crotch. He had seen his aphrodisiacal Mom getting her tit sucked and crushed by his youthful brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her defenseless, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping snatch to an coming in salacious horniness. The last lingering image of his juicy mother for his jolt off was of her panting, voluptuous, fully exposed trunk being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling boob, wet fount, glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her crotch, flashed in a quick sequence before his furious oculus at the climax of every frig. With the final range of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely disturbed sleep. He was indisputable there would be a time when she would handle to talk to her Dad on the phone while some man fucked her genius out bow-wow style. He only hoped he would be able-bodied to watch her.

Manya felt the lastly burst of her sexual climax leave her body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his point out of her tit and was lying with his top dog on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a shock absorber as to how exposed she was. Her entire front was open right down to her bush and the sari was bundled up around her slit, leaving everything below open and bare from her fleshy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt she looked quite vulgar lying like this succeeding to her son. But she also felt her bosom and recollected what her son had done. Her mammilla were still a bit moistness from all his nibbling and biting. The incline of her good breasts still retained his squeeze imperativeness and throbbed lightly. fret decorated her profuse body around her curvey waist and belly push button. Manya's eyes 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 piddling son began to settle into the voluptuous mother and married woman. Her Thomas Young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her slit. Binu had established his territorial right hand on almost every in of her generous body and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to rebuff him.

"The outstanding discipline was self discipline ”, she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his pattern urges. Manya knew that such urges were normal in boys and that it was dangerous to rebuff them because of the potential psychological recoil on them. Moreover she was sure enough that he would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As a female parent she had rich love for her son and was sure that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his love, not hunger. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this phase. And it only made her feel sexier, better and more desirable. There was nothing which turned on Manya more than the knowledge that someone lusted after her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her body. The thought made her a bit pertain about her elderberry bush son's normalcy and she decided to take a closer aspect at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the fervor of belief and sucking his female parent's breasts drained him mentally. It was his world-class encounter with his mother in a bare, physical sensation. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle up his hair and shifted her physical structure down to settle down beside him. She readjusted her saree to report her buttocks and thigh and slept with her back to her son. She tried intemperate to sleep but remained a few stone's throw short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her nude waistline as it always did, towards her navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his powerful leg moved over her hips and rested there. Manya could directly feel the wallop of his dick against her broad and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her navel in a slow fingering question. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the enjoyable pulsing in her navel to take over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her butt. Its heat and hardness permeated through his shorts and her sheer saree. She was sure that Binu was not fully awake. There was no push of his cock against her heated asscheeks, but the raise mother was sure that her ass warmth was interacting with his immature prick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny organic structure. Her body stiffened further when she felt his dick pounding intensifies wildly. In astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against her hot ass without any bowel movement or thrust from his side. She realized he was dreaming about the rich body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The throbbing against her ass continued like an robotlike motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating against the object of his dreams, making the topic of his lusty dream tingle and squirm 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 shock the sexy female parent realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to feel the moving ridge of release ebb out. For five minutes after feeling the last frail throb, Manya remained in that posture to allow her son's body to regain blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached behind and felt the saree around her ass, taking care not to raise up his leg over her nude hip. She realized that her saree rode up to the radix of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the idea. Her son was indeed on the threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the sexy fair sex smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most be intimate reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her dormancy son. A frontier had been crossed by the female parent and son.

Manya again woke up a little earlier than normal. The advantage of a well fucked consistency was that sleep enters quick and oceanic abyss. It also leaves the consistence quickly once the needed rest is obtained. The impending dawning moments were also moments for horniness to dawn on the beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her sari had slipped away from her pelvic girdle, the air mile having got unfasten. She was pure bare on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast asleep, now with his back to her. A quick retread of the former night's effect crossed her psyche. The lovely mother felt herself loaded once again with compassionateness and love for her son. On impetus, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his rest to present her. His middle were still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering surge of affection. She gently hugged his brass into her breasts and stroked his backbone, knowing that he was benumbed and couldn't sense her nudity. Her brain told her that this could be the hold out time she would be hugging her son as a lilliputian free boy. She wanted to feel and savour the here and now. She hugged his boyish human face into her naked, full chest, allowing their softness to repress his face. She kept kissing his sleeping oral sex and held him against her white meat for two fully minutes. Satisfied, the nude female parent 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 gears and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early morning hot pants crept into Manya's good body the moment she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should take a stroll down to the jogger's park. It was not the prognosis of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some wise air for certainly. Putting on some undergarments, she draped the Saami darkness blasphemous sari over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The saree was crumpled however, making her look like she'd had a impassioned Nox in bed. With lazy footstep, the horny married woman and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing innumerable admirer on the way exhibiting unlike academic degree of lust.

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

When she entered the car park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana. She had brought her disastrous German shepherd dog dog for a walk of life. Manya knew that Sam and Sana were devouring dog fan and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana sitting on a terrace, holding on to her dog's leash, Manya heaved her sexy body across to her incline, feeling many eyes on her exposed shank and upper berth hips. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their pocket-size talk, Sana'a pointed to her dog tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to copulate him soon so that they could render a lot of puppies for a unanimous lot of friends who had asked. Manya looked at the friendly but big dog. His eyes were deep and bright. Sana'a kept playing with the area around his ears and he kept raising his mind to lick Sana on her neck and face. It looked like a loving dog.

"Tiger, sports meeting aunty Manya,"introduced Sana, pointing Manya out to her dog. tiger rose to his human foot and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake off hands. Manya bent slightly from the bench to shake helping hand. She found Panthera tigris cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's boldness. Though not used to frank, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful face with his yearn wet tongue. The eager dog licked the beautiful mother's face, thrilled at her willing go. He ran his tongue all over face, forehead, neck, and nose and traverse it in one long stroke over her full lips. Manya recoiled for a 2d, feeling a ado. Seeing Sanaa laugh, she continued to let tiger lavish his glossa all over her face. Her face was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn't seem to want to stop.

"aunt Manya, he seems to care you a lot. He doesn't lick my face that retentive ”, said Sana. Sana again felt a wee bit covetous that like her beau Sam, even her dog seemed to favour the luscious married woman over her marriageable self. She pulled the dog by its leash, dragging him away from the beautiful objective of his attention. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her face with her saree and noticed the pooch aroma. It was a bit hard and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a piece longer and decided that she had to get back home. She held Sana's hand to say farewell and bent grass to agitate hands with Tiger as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders, revealing a huge segmentation right in front line of the dog's eyes. Panthera tigris wasted no time in giving a sharp punch right in the nerve center of the juicy womanhood's cleavage. The voluptuous mother was shocked at the act and felt a sharp dash of an indescribable flavor in her. Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's manus were stopping point to her feet and as she took a footfall, the dog also moved to end her. In the process, his paw fell on the freighter of her sari, causing Manya to trip-up over. The well stacked housewife fell savorless on her back with the sari getting swept aside from her social movement. Tiger saw a fleshy target in his new champion and he pounced onto the soaker woman, licking at her exposed navel. He lapped her belly with his yearn, dripping tongue, sending an galvanizing current right through Manya's horny body. Sana simply stared for a moment at the lewdly exciting stack before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juice out of Manya's spread out belly. His lingua covered every exposed inch of her huge midriff and Sana gaped at the total bodied married woman as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to end the wolf. tiger delved into her navel several sentence and his tongue sent quiver all over Manya's rippling body. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana force back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and looked around. About ten citizenry were around, staring in muteness at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into redness the flushed housewife quickly bade salutary bye to a still stunned Sana and moved out of the park. On the way she heard a guy call out,"Watch out Maam. Dogs think like us guys. They are always on the look out for a squawk in heating plant ”.

The man didn't face like a veritable in the orbit. But Manya was too incapacitated to respond angrily. She literally ran her way base, her oculus moist with disgrace. Only after reaching her kitchen door did she kibosh to relax. Panting, she slowly started to regain her breath. The behavior of the dog outraged the wife, but she realized she felt unlike. Suddenly she moved her hands to her pussy and felt it through the saree. She was wet.

Her mind worked in all directions trying to understand her state. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt aroused. She felt like a bitch in warmth. A veridical bitch. mortal else also understood that she was in heat. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few days to get his men on the aroused married woman, was keeping guard by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering woman and sensed that she needed prick. Unable to believe his luck, he held her strongly by her shoulders. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to find the milkman. She allowed him to remain her on the threshold of the kitchen door. She remained silent and shaking as he stripped her saree and petticoat right off her ass. The Pres Young stud poker repositioned his favorite homemaker in the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to give her what she loved to the highest degree. Feeling his strong prick ravaging her cunt doggie manner, Manya felt like a truthful bitch at that moment. The call back sent rippling of pleasance all over her physical structure as lots as his steely dick did. Her mind went to the gripe that Panthera tigris would match to give rise to ten of pup. For a fugitive second she placed herself in the stead of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppy. Her fertile pussy gushed out juices strongly to meet the milkman's own spurting pecker. It was a mind blowing, delirious outset screwing. The exhausted char rested her ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the Lester Willis Young milkman. No Good Book were exchanged for a few minute of arc. She watched with the same smile as he pushed up his pants and left her front. It was a purely functional, purpose serving fucking, and the cheating Manya loved such fucking.

The time was still fifteen minutes to seven am. Manya had another half an hr at least before her Word awoke. She felt refreshed now and memories of the dog's assault on her chassis were pushed back into her mind. Her sari was still off her body. Her ass was still naked on the doorstep. The licentious wife decided to get inside when she saw Sam appear from nowhere carrying an envelope. He pulled out all the Polaroid snaps that he had taken yesterday and block to hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was naked. Her legs were spread apart in sitting posture and she looked remarkably prosperous in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the indigence to breed herself before Sam of all the mass. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining table. Sam knelt future to the sexy womanhood, his articulatio cubiti on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her puss close ups. There was no way anybody could guess it was her kitty. Sam had made her pink bitch face like the world's greatest hoarded wealth cove. She admired his ability more than the magnificence of her snatch. However after repeated viewing she felt a warmheartedness surge again in her pubic region. She gave him a sudden kiss on his rim. Sam responded by kissing her spine and held her by her nude hips. His hand rested well below her waist side and he kept squeezing her generous flesh in flabby comforting cam stroke. They looked perfectly matched and at simpleness with each other, like a husband and wife going through the forenoon paper. That was how the watching Deen felt from the side window.

Deen woke up late and missed his Mom's early jaunt. But he was bang on meter to see her getting banged by the milkman and was surprised at her duplicate passion. He had no idea regarding the source of her renewed piece of tail vigor.

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruit of their previous day's labor. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that Manya was becoming conscious of his growing proximity. She felt Sam's companion handwriting once again happen her twat and that really enhanced her ease storey. She kept looking at the movie of her lewdly bedspread cunt, thanking herself that she didn't wear any pack. It would have revealed her identity from the way in which her fingers were opening up her juicy cunt in the snaps. All along Sam kept fingering her pussy. Even her suspiration and moan came by themselves and the yoke slowly slid into a reclining posture. Manya rested her head back against the door and spread her thigh wider to pay freer memory access to Sam's cupping hired hand. He manipulated her slit without stopping. Manya's bladder was broad because she hadn't taken a pee before her morning walk. Now with all the ministrations of her sensitive lover, the air pressure began to build up to near uncontrollable levels.

She gasped at his strokes and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His digit got busybodied and busier with the horny wife's pussy. Each cerebrovascular accident of his raised her need to bursting tier. She felt she would pee any bit. But the here and now never came. The loaded flavor persisted but the aroused wife could not relinquish her urine. The relentless stroking of Sam on her pussy thwarted the menstruation. Instead her pussy got swollen and wet with top-notch charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's hand, her face wearing an agonise look that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no further clock time. He replaced his finger's breadth with his dick, stretching Manya outside the threshold right on the background. Deen felt his mother looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the flat coat, her hips heave and her pussy swollen with the immix need to spend a penny and get fucked. Sam poked her outer twat with his fingerbreadth as if to test the walls. Manya burst out into uncontrollable cocksucker, whimpering with need.

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

Deen was gaga both with ire and arousal at his mother's degradation. He watched Sam toy with his shameless mother.

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

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

"Okay Aunt Manya, you can pee ”, announced Sam, standing above her lascivious bod, with his peter hard and potent over her.

The perverted woman could take it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his dick dragged him right on to her heaving, well-endowed body. She roughly positioned his hard dick right at the entranceway of her dripping snatch. She arched her heated pelvis up and forced an ingress for his cock, rotating her hip joint greedily to earmark his meat to sink into her gash. She took his hands and placed them on her heaving chest and forced him to break down the vibration pile. Making guttural sound that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly excited mother thrusts her hips upwards, her eyes imploring and pleading with him to commence fucking. Sam felt it would be a sin to hold back any longer. He began rotating his rose hip and started a dull fucking to feel the insides of her simmering slit fully. His dick once again familiarized itself with Manya's beautiful snatch. Deen was now red with jealousy as he saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless crash and then getting fucked in a recollective and teasing 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 pussy missionary fashion. Both the adolescent could see the lustfulness contortioned font of the beautiful char as her wholesome torso got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every CVA 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 hour. Sam pounded with urgency to take the sexy married woman to a much needed coming. The sexual climax washed her insides thoroughly and she felt Sam's cock spurt at the Saami prison term. With a lusty moan, she took out Sam's tool from her cunt and placed it above her face, taking the full blast on her oculus, nose, lips and impertinence. She licked the fluids wherever her knife could reach and released his dick only when it turned fully limp. Giving it a kiss with a groan, she fell back on her back again in debilitation. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the moment meter during that torrid roll in the hay session.

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

Deen rushed into his bathroom after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the metre and rose from the ground gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this look on his favorite good example and he kissed her gruelling on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his backtalk and felt him squeeze her cuntlips in one end CVA before departing. It felt nice to be teased and used this way. Her consistence's demarcation were being stretched and she found the exercise thrilling.

A upbeat Manya prepared a deluxe breakfast for her son and only one of them knew the reason for her felicity. She glowed with contentment and both boy felt happy for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his first come release in his pants. He discussed it with his brother Deen, who told him that it was perfectly raw. Both pal did not go into farther point. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling dissimilar. She gave him a dyad of hug more than requisite to reassure him and even placed his bridge player around her waist when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her knocker to match the dorsum of his head several times in the course of action of the repast, with and without reason. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy ego and before leaving for school, gave his stylemark power play and kiss to his voluptuous female parent. He gave her ass an special hard squeeze and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's classes were off because of a athletics affair at schoolhouse which he didn't spirit like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in wonder. He was a unfermented and bonk boy but he was somehow unsay and not gregarious like his younger blood brother. Binu never lost an chance to hug and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever bear on her or even reversed with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually normal. She remembered suddenly that the boys who were balling her were around Deen's age or a piffling Old. The view made her shiver and fracture. If she could be a part of Binu's sexual discovery, then she found no reason why Deen should be left out. She decided to bring him out of his shell that morning.

Fifteen minutes after breakfast, Manya called out,

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

The surprised adolescent was caught of guard duty, but he agreed. He was wearing only his short pants and nada else as he came out to the life room. His mother had removed her sari and blouse. Wearing a bra and petticoat she stood before him with two towels in hand. Manya began her piffling plot by saying that the oil would attain her petticoat damp. She wrapped the unretentive towel around her hips and removed the petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the early towel across her chest. The beautiful female parent saw her son staring at her thighs and chest alternatively. The towel came to about thigh distance, exposing her gilt, well toned thigh. Her mamilla were clearly outlined through the thin cotton towel across her breasts. She presented an air of extreme physical informality. The horny mother noted that the effect was not lost on her son. His young cock tented his shorts already.

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

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

Deen rubbed his medal together and ran them along his mother's calves and pes first. They felt good and well toned. The chassis of his female parent's calves was exquisite and they looked sublimely graceful. They felt refined too to the reverent hands of her son. Deen's helping hand went past her knees to reach her glorious, fleshy second joint. He paused for a consequence here to pour some more oil. Wetting his medallion with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out mother. The horny cleaning woman opened her oculus and nodded at him to go ahead with her second joint. Deen kneaded the flesh of her thighs, allowing the oil to unfold and get absorbed. They felt electrical and charged. His mother's thighs felt like pillars of flesh carved out of banana shoetree bole. The flesh quivered and carried immense warmth that got hotter with each throw of his. The hem of the towel was quite highschool on Manya's thighs, about three in from her naked pussy. Deen couldn't see her pussy mouth but his fingerbreadth crossed the hem of the towel many times during his vigorous massaging of those aphrodisiacal thighs. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual stimulation. She had to hire care not to show it, but her body betrayed her. Every metre her son's fingers brushed deeper into her internal thighs, her thighs quivered in response. She kept her eyes closed but her lips trembled enough to evidence the narrative to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no option but to rub down her. He continued his teasing cutaneous senses, using both digit and ribbon to mete out some strong groping mite on her inner region. He was getting perilously close to her pussycat. His pecker was hard at the very kickoff and now it was threatening to burst out of his short circuit. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's hands oiled her stomach and waist. She felt them stray all over her creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few bead of oil into her deep navel and use his finger to victimize it. Deen heard his female parent's moans and suspiration all through this titillating massage. He was finding it as uncontrollable as her. He lingered lovingly around her small stomach and could see as he stroked her soma why Binu was obsessed with his female parent's belly. Indeed it was a right treasure. And it carried a stream that sent its armorial bearing right through his palm and spine. Both female parent and son knew they couldn't take this erotic session for too long.

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

Deen took one look at his female parent. Her intact back was exposed right up to her rear crack. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his manus to massage, he was sure enough he would be forced to equal her cunt. He could see the English of her total breasts as they pressed against the floor. Her hands were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the surface area and womanishness. His female parent had a very luscious body. 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 hired hand also constantly touched the position of her breasts whenever he tried to massage her sides. He lovingly reached into her armpits and stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny female parent. There was perfect knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The sexual tension was palpable.

Deen ran his hands on the backrest of her thigh and in the process got to squeeze and rub down them thoroughly. His sexy mother, from the back was as estimable as nude, except for the tenuous towel covering her ass. And the buttock of her total ass were all it covered. The residue of her creamy body was all his for squeezing. At one stage Deen had to sit at the substructure of her asscheeks in rescript to be able to massage her back properly. When he did so, his dick came into direct contact lens with the right-down 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 grim ass bringing his cock into periodical touch with her cunt entrance. It was a searingly arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching rousing but managed not to show it because her face was down on the base. Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks wiggle and realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced the pressure sensation of his massaging which in twist reduced the pressure level of his dick on her outer pussy. Manya was mad with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing shorts his stopcock would throw been inside her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the effect on her Edward Young son. She didn't tending if he fucked her. She realized that he was pattern after all and that pleased her.

Deen however suddenly became subdued. The raw woman under him was his female parent 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 utter her dashing hopes. The horny mother had reached a stage where nothing mattered to her. Her son's withdrawal puzzled her and she remained bare and frustrated as Deen announced that he had finished. He rose off his almost naked mother's back and without letting her see his hard on, rushed out of the room.

Manya got up slowly with a mixed sense of dashing hopes and substitute on her features. She was glad that her son was a normal kid. Her body was infelicitous that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her mind accepted that non event with a maternally happiness. All in all she was impersonal 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 room windowpane. She could see him transfixed to the speckle, his eyes on her. With a start she understood the situation. Her elder son loved to ascertain her. He was Thomas More of a Peeping Tom. She let the towel remain down and kept her breast exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate, sensual sway of her hip joint. The towel was almost falling off her full pelvic arch by the time she reached her bedroom door. Suddenly Manya turned around at the doorway, giving Deen an unhindered view of her full white meat. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their base and sides. They jiggled sexily at her sudden crook, making Deen's eyes pop out. He had seen his female parent's white meat in all kinds of hands and in different level of mauling. But now, her exclusive display was limited and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to precipitate off her hips. It was well below her bush and it required a unproblematic jerk for it to strike off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to come off her souse hips exposing herself in all her glory to her son. Her rich fertile George H.W. Bush, her overweight thighs, her magnificent creamy midsection, her well endowed bust, her erect nipples and her hornlike face were all out in display for the scoop eye of her know son. It was an awing flood tide of lust that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the Same time. She felt a mystifying release within herself that told her that her erotic journey was now comprehensive examination. wellspring, almost, thought the sex crazed wife to her. Manya allowed Deen to feast on her curvaceous body for one full minute before walking nude painting into her bedroom and bath. Deen saw her nude sculpture, wide asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his putz, Deen wondered why he was so aroused. He had seen his mother getting fucked into oblivion, not once but respective multiplication in the most obscene attitude. That trunk held no freshness for him but just now he felt he was looking at her all over again for the first time.

"Could it be,"he wondered with a seismic disturbance."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 sapless in his knees. He sat down on his bed, holding his head. His dick was about to indicate a burst. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just that. His well-endowed, aroused Mom was doing the same with her tumefy pussycat, in the privacy of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the bathroom base, her back against the rampart, and two finger's breadth deep in her souse twat. She was breathing heavily. Her sexual climax was hanker and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off attack within her which were wild, unlike and more herculean than ever before. The inundation of juice in her loins had an uncontrollable rushing about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she reached up and turned on the shower. The regular torrent hit her with a stroking violence on her boob, rosehip, scrub and thighs. For a full ten min the horny mother let her body pack in the cool off rain shower before getting down to the serious business of cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curves, she shivered in the memory of her son Deen's paw on her eubstance. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his Cy Young tool on them through the slenderize towel.

It took the beautiful fair sex another half time of day to lap herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bathtub and into the bedroom, wiping herself in the process. The bedroom door was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it remain that way, knowing that Deen would not thrust ahead in without declaration. Her dead body had never felt more cared for and attended. With two sons showering their attention on it, it glowed, making her feel happier than ever before. It also made the voluptuous female parent hornier than ever before.

Manya's lumbus were now in a constant discharge mode. The juice always oozed now. Only their muscularity was decided by the situation. With sex fully in her mind, she decided to lie down for a piece and cool off off. Naked, she slid her juicy body under the covers and tried to sleep. Her hired hand automatically rested on her pussycat hillock, the digit stroking the lip lightly.

In the other room, Deen ranted about as he neared his third ejaculation. His total bed sheet was smeared with cum. In the track of three jerk offs, he had visualized his mother's horny body in all possible place of assault, use and misuse. She had screamed and cried in his imagination as cock after cock ploughed into her greedy pussy and hand after hand mauled her well stacked soundbox. His final image of his female parent as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched fair sex, sprawled naked on the level, her face coated with sperm and her sexy body heaving about wantonly in the final examination phase of coming. Even after interjection he could still feel the remnants of the touch of Manya's fleshy, heated body in his palms.

The bell rang fifteen minutes later and Deen ran to unfold it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul, Manya's sixty class old seamster, accompanied by his son.

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

"She's relaxing after a bathroom ”, 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 spell at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the mint of his half asleep Mom. The bed sheet had slipped partly down at her chest, revealing one juicy tit fully. The other one was also exposed fully except for her nipple. He could make out that his mother had one hand around her dispirited stomach. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully nude ”, thought the young son.

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

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

Manya stirred at the indulgent shock. But her middle were still closed. Binu gazed at her cover girl brass, proud of her ravisher. Instinctively he kissed his mother again on her eyes and trailed his back talk down to her impertinence."Mom,"he said again in the softest of rustling. Manya opened her center slowly and saw Binu's tidal bore face about to osculate her cheek."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him kiss her. Her hired hand which was around her pussy began its own slacken movement in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very slowly moved his lip down to her lips for their wonted deal. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to meet her son's sass. Binu accepted her oblation eagerly. mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her tongue into Binu's mouth in a tentative geographic expedition. It was the first metre that they had an exploratory buss. Binu felt his body become hot and Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose high to discharge the kiss in comfort. In the cognitive process, the bed plane slipped right off her chest, baring both her big breasts to her son. Binu's eyes popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right tit. He had established his right to suck and fondle her breasts when exposed and he utilized this opportunity. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her correct chest. Manya kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed, her hand delving into her moist twat under the top. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't help marveling at the ease and science with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the same time. He seemed an excellent kisser. The twin imperativeness were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already damp, began to gain in heat. She realized the need to regain some maternally sanity. She removed her wet lips from her son's backtalk and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's eyes, 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 examination, balmy squeeze.

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

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

"i'll be out there in two transactions. enjoin them to sit down ”.

Taking one survive face at his Mom's nude form, Binu was convinced that his mother was indeed naked under the bed rag. He left the elbow room, allowing Manya to cut back up.

The dressing up was warm since Manya simply slipped into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten year now. He was almost a beatific old man. Manya felt very comfortable with him. It was when she entered the living area that both Deen and Manya got a blow. Deen because of his Mom's step-in attire and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to number with his son. But she continued in her attire because they had to take her measurements in any causa. Three male optic looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained white meat swaying sexily with each footstep. Deen left them and went to his way. But he took up a position at the keyhole to peep on his Mom with the tailor. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be busybodied for at least another half hour.

Manya made some initial small talking with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen years old. He was a lose weight lad with cutting centre and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every fourth dimension her bosom heaved during the talk. She also noticed that the lad's eyes remained posit on her huge, exposed middle when he was not staring at her melon. Abdul then took mensuration for her blouse. His son noted down while the Padre called out. The watching Deen saw his mother enhance both her hired man for Abdul to measure her chest. His hawkshaw guessing to attention yet again as the tape encircled her full moon chest and hitch hard whenever Abdul's knuckles pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw Abdul's hand graze his mother's erect mamilla on two occasions.

Manya on her persona allowed the job to go on. The tape graced her axilla, back, arms, shoulder and neck opening. When it came to the neck, she indicated to Abdul to lower the neck by a few inches. Abdul brought the tape recording with his thumb well past the mid point of his beautiful client's ripe cleavage and held it for a import. Manya nodded with a twinkle in her middle and Abdul read out the measurement for his stun son to jot down.

The old seamster then gave the tape to his alternate son for taking the petticoat measure. Deen was startled. Manya herself didn't expect it but was unbiassed to the variety. Kneeling down to face her sexy waist, the lad encircled the lush ass of the woman of the house with the tape and called out the sizing. Deen found the kid's reading out his Mom's ass size of it a very hasten and raging act. He kept clutching his aching cock and peeped on as the boy circled the tape measure around his Mom's luscious waist above the belly button.

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

The horny wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her fleshy dispirited belly for a few seconds as he read out her final measurement. She gasped and that made the kid look up into her nerve, past her full phase of the moon segmentation, his face inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden shiver which went up her body betrayed her arousal. The Padre and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's consistence as her observance, randy son jerked off for the one-fourth clock 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 feeling on Manya's face.

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

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

The three of them finished a good meal. While Binu was aegir to run out for his cricket his brother and mother were horny and restless. Manya was ruttish because of the immense stimulation caused by Deen's massage and the Apocalypse that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt great in the ship's company of her sons, closer and more secure than ever before. She was also positive that every act of theirs was out of pure dear. Even the lust was love driven. Being a love life starved fair sex with a sex starved body, this attention from her sons made her glad. It also made her extremely ruttish. All the kissing and pawing by Binu stirred up her juices and left her craving for the very act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his female parent was feeling horny. It showed in her body language. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him to visualise the antsy pussy nestled between those splendiferous thigh. He noticed Inner Light beads of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her heart showed a distracted look. Deen realized a stage had come where he communicated with her bodily needs very directly. He could sense when she needed a roll in the hay just as surely as he could smell out when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a sound fucking.

Both mother and son were favorable. The result to their tactile sensation came in the bod of a call from Prem. He called to obtain out whether they would be keen on a kin garment sale in town. 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 champion's station to hired hand over some borrowed college assigning. He asked Prem to come over and lease his mother to the sales agreement, promising to join them within an hour. She smiled to herself at the thought of being alone with Prem for at least an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the menage with his pal. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's sake. It made him glad. The appointed time was six in the eve and he had an hour and a half to pass. The sidekick left in dissimilar directions.

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his favored bookseller's shop. It was his favorite hunting property for his sleaze collection. literature, impression, and cassettes - the berth had it all and the proprietor was a favorable, portly center aged man. Deen walked into the shop class which was wide of single-foot of Quran and cartridge. The cassettes were all lined up against the bulwark. But Deen began looking into the Koran racks. There were four of them and a passage separated each one from the former. A mortal on this slope of the single-foot could not see the one on the former side. While Deen started looking into the incest collection, he suddenly heard a soft give-and-take from the other side and stiffened when he heard the name ‘ Manya ’. He strained his auricle to watch the voices and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a acceleration pulsing, Deen heard on.

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

"Yup, right towards her crotch. I had to hold it back. He must take loved the smell from her snatch 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 citation of the dog."Dad went first. By the time I did it, she was already dripping and squishy. Man, she oozes in gallons ”.

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

"You did that ?"enquired Salman.

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

"She's dotty Sam. She loves it when I take her like a squawk, on all fours. But next time I'm going to dip my side into her juicy snatch first ”.

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

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

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

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

"good approximation, 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 have a go at it her smell. And Manya will consume it. I know for sure enough she'll love it too. She's weirdo for tool in any human body ”.

"Fuck, god dam slut ”, hissed Salman."This talk is making me aroused Sam."

"You bet. And Sana told me that your Alsatian gave Aunt Manya a farsighted and exhaustive thrashing all over her facial expression and belly ”.

"Belly ! My good. I can't take this anymore. I need to either piece of ass or jerk off. Let's get the perdition out of here ”.

The stunned Deen heard his two friends rush out of the store. Their talking and the revelations about his Mom's doggy adventure shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme horniness and utter turpitude injected a fresh wave of voyeuristic flush in him. Their talking of performing a threesome with his mother with the hypothesis of the dog connection in took his visual sensation to the high-pitched conceivable storey. In a way he knew such a matter had to be around the quoin. His dick ached and strained against his pants and he kept clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had just transpired. He regretted having left the common early that morning. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

"If necessary, i'll pass to fill her for a sunup walk tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would induce its feeler,"he thought to himself. His mind went back to his horny mother and he wondered what was happening in the house.

What was happening in the house was totally in tune with Deen's expectations. The moment the horny Manya opened the door to let Prem in ; the youngster immediately understood her body politic. There was no word exchanged for the side by side fifteen minutes. They rushed into the nearest room which was Deen's bedroom and the two hot trunk entwined and mated with animal hunger and energy. Manya moaned without a breakage as the nipper's hands mauled her hips, breasts, belly and thigh with a persistence that raised her heated body to arresting storey of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each other like thoroughgoing body spouse. Manya lifted her long stage and wrapped them around Prem's hip as he pumped hotly in and out of her simmering, two-timing pussy. Each time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiate but her sexual desire was on a rising curve ball. The beautiful mother was turning into fiend that could die for prick. Prem rammed his peter into her greedy cunt and Manya's clasping bitch muscles propelled him into initiating sharp vehement thrusts which made the stacked housewife's body waggle. Her titty shook like two beautiful ripe mangoes on a branch. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking delight. His cock made squishy sounds as it pumped the hell out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping cunt. The accumulated horniness of the sex starved wife found red reflexion as her hips rose in rhythm to Prem's ramming electric organ. She clawed his back and urged him,"screwing me Prem. Fuck me hard and oceanic abyss. Aaaaaaaahh…."her vox trailed as Prem proceeded to give her pussy an absolute fucking. Manya gasped with each firm chance event and moaned with each wax squeeze of her tits. Her body had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her younger fan sweated profusely and the stew flew from Prem's hairsbreadth to spray her face. Manya's brass assumed contorted verbalism of surcharged lustfulness. She was being balled by her favorite lover and she gave herself in completely to his strong hands and stronger dick. Her insides were being ravaged with wildcat body. The walls of her cunt were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into flesh by Prem's shank like drive. She was gradually reaching yet another intellect blowing cock induced orgasm. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her tit getting crushed against his chest, while her teeth dug into his neck. Prem held his friend's horny female parent by her sizeable hips as she clung to him and rammed his final poke before spurting out hotly into her receptive cunt. Their common climax lasted a full two minutes. Manya's fertile kitty was flooded with unnumberable spurts of her young lover's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to release him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her kitty like erotic love tunnel.

Manya loved the belief and as if to preclude him from turning away, she lifted her caput and kissed him on the sassing, long and deep. She used her entire oral cavity on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful mother's mouth. Their sassing and tongue remained locked for a broad five minutes, during which time they slurped and slurped on each early's juices. Occasional gasp and grumble escaped the mouth of the lusty housewife as she succeeded in keeping her Brigham Young lover's gumshoe firmly lodged in her freshly fucked pussy. Taking her sassing slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's middle. Prem, on his part, looked deeply into Manya's centre. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness on her aspect had vanished and was replaced by a lovely gleaming in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her center. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that post for another five minutes. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual bout was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his bedroom window, through a gap in the mantle. And he was a violent, saccade, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his female parent and best Friend remained interlace. His mother's thigh were ranch and still wrapped around Prem's pelvic arch. Their venter were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty mammilla. Manya's base pressed into Prem's naked buttocks. Their faces were a little apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful face around her impertinence, ear and poke, occasionally tracing lines around her eyes. Manya's heart was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again. She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly chest fully crush her full breasts. She felt very close to him. He seemed to have intercourse and care for her. Her thinking went to the fact that he was Deen's age. It thrilled her to agnise that boys her son's age found her so desirable. She smiled happily to herself and her thought suddenly turned towards the one aspect that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she'd ask Prem.

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

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

The act made Manya's organic structure shift warmly. His prick was still buried in her soaked snatch, at about three quarters of its full duration. With a suspiration Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her hubby's organ. Readjusting her hips to wedge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a little worried about Deen."She of course did not experience that her son Deen was listening to the entire public lecture and was listening with rapt attending now that his gens was being mentioned. He pricked his pinna and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best booster while having his turncock still buried in her pussy.

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

"I mean, is he fully all right Prem"?

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

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

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

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

"Now why would he show those impulse 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 dim remark.

"I should bear known your ability, I'm sorry. mother's eye misses nothing,"smiled Prem, slipping his right hand paw 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 former booster. Even Binu is more strong-arm, like a boy with growing hormones. Deen is loving and caring, like you are, but he's not passionate in that raw, forcible sentiency, like you are ”, she murmured, running her digit all over Prem's hair.

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

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

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

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

"Does he jack off like all healthy boys and discuss daughter,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's middle."You are his intimately friend, tell me ”.

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

"Now isn't that odd or maybe peculiar ”, suggested Manya with a headache communication channel on her forehead.

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

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

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

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

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

"Oh come on Aunt Manya, if I was in his topographic point, even I wouldn't looking at another female child. I would never have got been able to get enough of you ”, said Prem, watching Manya blush again.

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

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

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

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

"Made have intercourse ? You must be kidding. I would have fucked you out of your brains 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 vocalization. Her cunt was now very wet and had already added to the fluid layer around the cock in her. She was incredibly aroused and the blood simply rushed through her voluptuous body, making Prem stiffen at her sudden variety in forcible state.

"doe Mom plough you on so much Deen"she asked, as if talking to Deen.

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

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

Outside the window, Deen felt like his balls were going to explode. This had crossed his risky imaging. It was the unfounded convergence of the mutual horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving aspect to it in the utter, most titillating manner possible. She was fucking his effective friend as a surrogate. His mother was crossing the last frontier towards incest. But the greatest thing about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the voyeur loved it all the More. more than than fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his female parent talk of the town about fucking him. It was raging than the real number thing, at least for him. Rubbing his bursting dick, he listened on as he heard Prem reply in his voice.

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

"Only"?

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

Manya could now feel Prem's cock prodding at the wall of her cunt in mini thrusts. Her slit exude juices and they streamed right wing out onto her inner thigh. This was the unwarranted magical spell of lubrication in her sex life. She felt her head reverse heavy and her heart 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 case in Prem.

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

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

"Yes Mom,"he went on, trying harder now to mime Deen's interpreter. He began a slow apparent movement thrusting into his adept protagonist'female parent, making sure that the tip of his dick caressed her pink pussy walls teasingly.

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

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

Prem could experience her cunt boiling slushily against his tool. It was never as wet in all the times they had fucked. He felt his prick bathed in her over dismissed fluids. The turned on housewife was quivering and moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his bureau into her full, sweaty breasts. Manya felt hot and she was trembling with extremum desire.

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

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the dick hungry female parent, delirious with lust. Her pussy, thighs and hips responded with awakened incestuous vigor. She heaved her hip joint upwards to met every pistoning drive of the Danton True Young stud. She opened and closed the clutch of her heavy thigh against his rosehip in a wanton display of uttermost arousal.

"shtup me Deen, fuck me surd love. Fuck me like you always wanted.

Deen's headland was reeling and his pith was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to pop with. He saw an rambunctious man, dark and powerful, manhandle his beautiful mother, heart into her snatch roughly, mash her fleshy body all over and finally spew his hot cum thick inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't mind going through it with her son in the house made his heart beat faster with the realization that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. Worse still, she simply loved getting fucked like a bitch. While on all fours, with the grocer's hard shaft pistoning in and out of her steamy twat, she hardly looked the loving Mom who cared for him and his little chum. Nor did she expect like the mysterious flirt that coaxed and cajoled his tool into ultra hard erections with her revealing style of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every inch a horny slut who craved flash and extracurricular sex and loved only those things that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his shock turned to awe, his scorn turned to understanding and his green-eyed monster turned to thirst. His young genius related her behavior to the inability and foul behavior of his drunkard Father of the Church, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and delicious looker like his Mom in his life. The good deal of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked royally by a alien only served to get him realize the replete potential drop of his beautiful mother's sexuality and the extent of her true bodily needs. His warmness reached out compassionately towards his mother with a soft corner. So did his dick - with a severe on.

Suddenly in one swift question, he clutched his burgeoning cock and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in less than twenty strokes - so powerful was his surge of passion for his sexy Mom. Even after interjection his dick merely registered a pause but not a droop. He quickly resumed his pecker pumping and this time the trope of the grocer balling his rooster hungry mother were Sir Thomas More intense and telling. With equal intensity he spewed his sperm all around him in the privy, 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 happy. He loved to see her radiance and satisfied. He loved to see her getting fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the living elbow room. He was in time to see his well fucked Mom trudge slowly into the bedroom with just her flimsy blouse on, holding her sheer saree in one handwriting. Her asscheeks shook and swayed as she walked, making his mouth water."Now those full cheek could do with some grating treatment ”, he empathized. He also wondered how his Mom would ingest to a sound spanking by his Dad in pillow slip he found out that his beautiful, desirable married woman was indeed a sex crazed vixen.

Deen moved slowly out of the lav and headed for his mother's bedroom. He stopped at the room access and soundlessly peeped into the room. Manya had merely spread the transparent blue saree all over her replete body and was lying on her backbone. Her hired man rested just below her belly and was occasionally caressing her slit. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring sound. Her nipples poked decent out of her still sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the morning's events. She was pleasured no doubt and also enjoyed it to the hilt. But she couldn't help wondering how easily she had surrendered to the grocer, not once but twice. She was an easy lay, and her actions proved it. She thanked her stars that her son Deen was out of visual modality."Deen ”, she said loudly.

"Oh yes ”, he must have got finished his bath, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her saree around her well ravished form for about the fourth time of the day. Deen noticed his female parent's anxiousness and waited until she had almost finished wearing her saree and just when she was tying the knot in front of her shapely midriff, six in below her tantalizing omphalus, he walked into the room, calling out her name. Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued wearing her saree and completed tucking in the knot and adjusted the front of her saree. The top of her saree was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy berm. Her pap still peeked through the transparent blouse and saree, but that didn't matter. Her acquaint exposure was role of act as far as her son was concerned and she was quite sure that it didn't bother Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush body with a new sense of estimate. He now saw her as a sarcoid object too, that at fourth dimension could take off into irrepressible and wildly aroused behaviour. His heart never left her generous hips. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's eyes and saw some easement and contentment. Strangely that looks in her eye turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing look a remarkably arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's grimace. It was the look of a freshly fucked womanhood. A freshly fucked mother of two Whitney Moore Young Jr. and horny sons.

Manya had no time to wash herself and while sitting across the tabular array with Deen, she wondered how her young son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his mother was getting mercilessly balled by a stranger. But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie posture, like a rightful squawk. Both Mom and son had sex on their minds when the doorbell rang. It was Binu, her untested son. Manya rose to spread out the door and once again Deen got the prize view of her ass, rolling along with his mother's step, with each impertinence rubbing sexily against the early, with the whole movement clearly discernible through the semi transparent sari. Binu gave his new 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 customary feel of her juicy navel. He was a bit surprise at its dampness. Even her face smelt different when he kissed her impudence. The olfactory property was not just unlike. It was more exciting. And his prick endorsed his thoughts by pressing tough into his gorgeous Mom's soft and wide-eyed belly. That made Manya tighten up a bit but then she had seen his erection before and allowed it as part of growing up. What worried her was that Deen showed a mindset different from Binu. He was retiring, 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 lupus erythematosus than five minutes. All three rose after tiffin to bed for a light afternoon nap. Deen slept in his room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's swaying ass into her room and onto her bed. This was quite normal for the two. She settled her scantily enclothe ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders but Manya didn't bother to adjust it since she was going to lie down. Her teat came into clear opinion of Binu's oculus and even this was an mundane matter. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may have had something to do with her consistency scent he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electricity flowing between them. He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, wide belly and stroked the flesh lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her lush ass was pressed hard against his crotch. He was wearing just his shorts without any underwear and this was nothing new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his father was away and right through the dark, he would squeeze her all over, especially her hips, asscheeks and belly. His favorite spot however, was her thick belly button. Manya allowed him to play around, with the trust that it was simply a childlike fascination which he would soon overcome. run around he did, but quite energetically. He would plant a series of wet kisses all around her belly, concentrating on the area around her navel. He would nibble, lick and muff into that juicy navel, showering all his warmness into its enticing astuteness. He did that all the prison term, at least twice a day and Sir Thomas More if the spot permitted. He would continue his amorous act until he heard his Mom's long and put forward moan. She would not shake him off but it was a signal to him that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a woman starved of cuddling, Manya actually enjoyed all this forcible exhibit of harmless affection from her younger son. There were a few occasions when she was not certainly about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly compliment her ass, especially when she was dressed in a sari without a underskirt. He would swat and knead it quite freely and even make her squeal with his surprise advances on her lush tail end. Gradually she grew to like it, even seem forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her sense of being wanted and enhanced her oomph levels. At times she suspected him of having definite sexual overtones in his activeness. Those were the moments when he would run his fingerbreadth up and down her asscrack, give her a big hug from behind and a long buss on her lower cheek, dangerously close to her full mouth. She would experience an trice moistening in her loins but reclaim quickly enough to dismiss it off as jejune behavior.

She did at sentence hope that Binu would not be so brazen and physical with her. After all he was just twelve yr old. And he did not care that his actions were being observed rather curiously by his elderberry bush buddy Deen. That afternoon, Deen realized that his voluptuous mother had gone to rest without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex sessions with the grocer. Her trunk must be certainly reeking of the combined torso fluids of the dark grocer and his fair mother. He also realized with a pounding ticker that her plebeian pussy must be still nestling a skillful sum of money of his copious discharge. He marveled at her behavior and attitude and was wondering how golden Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right after her torrid session. Little did he know that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to make merry in her illicit delight for as long as she could, deriving the utmost gratification from life's lilliputian adventures.

Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to inflict one of his classmates and he looked into his Mom's bedchamber to inform her. This time he stood still in amazement. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her hips with his right leg thrown across them. Her sari rode right above her thighs, displaying their ample well curved conformation and the garment stopped just a couple of in below her slit mouth. He couldn't see the brim but Binu's sleeping figure fully embraced his mother, with his cock thrusting through his shorts just at the top of her ample, exposed thighs. Manya's belly and navel were fully stripped and open. The sari around her waist had dipped to extra low levels in the course of action of her sleep. There was just a 4 inch cover of out-and-out garment above her puss. Every former inch of her delectably fleshy midsection lay open air like a well laid out feast. Binu's head was buried in her full knocker, his nose dig right into her creamy segmentation. Both were at rest and the pose, supposedly a mother son sleeping military capability, looked anything but non intimate. Incredibly it was absolutely non intimate and apart from Binu's instant fondling and navel hugging, Manya was never subjected to any sexual intrusion. At least not from Binu. But looking at them lying in close union, Deen felt that conversant tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their unmistakable peacefulness and calm air. His horny Mom, after her fiery screw had shifted gears and was lying semi nude statue in her 12 year old son's sleepy bosom with his pass nuzzling her melon like breasts, his dick pressed against her privates and with his legs drawing her full rose hip into himself in a genitive case hold. The vision was beautiful, strangely erotic and spoke of the absolutely physical channels of communication which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to disturb their bliss, he left the room and house and walked across to his classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weightiness on her alcoholic body. She looked down to see her piddling son Binu's head cradled in her juicy knocker and smiled. She ruffled his hairsbreadth and looked further below to see his blotto leg embracement around her full pelvis. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive grasp of her younger son on her almost nude body, she wriggled her pelvis slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn't exhibit this point 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 handwriting encircled her humbled abdomen, just a few column inch above her bush. She looked down to point out that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her bush with her entire consistency above and below fully exposed. A kick snapshot through her lustful torso as the naughty, exhibitionistic position of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's drowsy grip, she moved out of the bed into the bathroom. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a thrill of vent all over her body. She reached out for the hand shower to wash her interior after peeing, but suddenly for some cause, she placed the hand rain shower back and allowed herself to remain unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remnants of her idea blowing two bonk episode deep that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to visit his friend Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to bet his everyday evening cricket. She hoped Deen would evolve an interest in athletics like Prem and build his form too. Manya wished her sons were also lithe, inviolable and well built like Prem. Binu had likely but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making chocolate the randy housewife smacked her mouth and looked at herself. Her dress were still crumpled and her hair quite disheveled. The sari kept slipping right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed wrinkles, giving those boldness a well fondled outer appearance. Manya's ass globes twitched at the much thought. The grocer's snuggling had been sensual and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but clamant squeeze. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting nothing in comeback, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's female Friend openly admired her ass and even made their jealousy obvious. They said it was extra full, jiggly and could drive a holy man to sexual madness with their high gear ascension bounce. She tended to fit with them. Her buttocks did flare out out disproportionately from her rather ample pelvis and what made the ass more prominent was her foresighted and unflawed waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unique endowment. Her waist and ass fed off each other's glory. Manya felt rather proud of her stern asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the looker-on's eye through her belly and hips. And she did that with a vengeance. She was a OK while of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Battle of Midway through her burnt umber making she heard the doorbell ring again. Feeling no unmistakable terror to her under dressed appearing since hubby was due only after half past tense six, she shifted her voluptuous body across to answer the door, with her will helping hand again fingering her pussy mound up to the go moment. On opening the door she saw her cousin Dan's Brobdingnagian bod with the arrogant face. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one time supposed to splice Dan but considered him too crude oil and arrogant. The arrogance came from his wealth but he did not win class along with his wealthiness. Now age later, with her new come up fascination for crudity, the same Dan began to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's heart swept over her sexily attired form and rested right between her thighs. His eyes practically bore into that heavy junction, lapping up the alien sight of her grim 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 rise and began to give in - discretely to commence with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his massive blazonry enveloping her body fully. She could feel her big breasts getting crushed against his panoptic chest of drawers 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 sense to adjourn, but even he could feel a difference in her trunk scent. Not only was Manya's body riper since his last visit, but she felt and smelled different. But he liked the conflict. Within ten minutes Binu entered the room in his cricket gear mechanism and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's sojourn were always surprise visit and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive giving and goodies. After coffee, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The moment the door clicked shut, Manya felt a strong pair of script dragging her backwards in a half mauling and half grabbing grip. It was a familiar handgrip 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 aphrodisiac cousin burst out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her pelvic girdle. It lay in a heap on the floor and Dan stared at the ripe and aphrodisiacal body of his cover girl cousin. Her massive butt, her generous hips and the overall flesh feast which seemed to be aching for his heated touch proved too much for him and he simply hurried her into the bedroom and made her lie on her back, rightfulness on her married bed. Manya's thighs spread in robotlike response and she reached out to hit Dan's trouser. They were down in a New York minute and Dan wasted no time in placing his unbending 8 inch dick at the entering of his first cousin's hot slit. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delightful entry. The poke began in a truelove momentum, with their missioner flair sex act enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lust aroused, beautiful brass. He simply adored his sexy cousin and hated it when she married her wimp of a husband. That light, pot bellied rummy was a thoroughgoing mismatch for his dynamite full cousin. The thought made his already blood engorged dick throbbing in further arousal and he thrust deeper into her ever volition slit, reaching profundity that were not reached in a farseeing, farseeing meter. There was no talk of the town between the two. Their bodies met and their centre also met in the track of this searing unification. Her font shifted to different levels of lecherousness in tune with his steadily pistoning pecker, while his human face got wilder and wilder, as if a caged Panthera tigris had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated body to higher stages of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding hawkshaw rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet pussy in lengthy jet of manly seeded player. Like he always did, he mashed her tit in frenzy during interjection and that brought even Manya to an explosive orgasm with the dual trigger ignited. Gasping and feeling her twat muscle spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The brawniness of her puss still exerted receding pressure on his slowly deflating dick until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving yearn and deep kisses all over her exertion covered face. Manya suddenly felt a tremor as his hands came off her chest, releasing his vice like traveling bag on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they always acted on first sight whenever he came home. No words were spoken. It was simple, evidently pumping and discussion would come later. And clever Dan, he always chose the time when Desh was out of the house to make his first appearance. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the night and also having a crapulence with Desh.

With the flurry of the world-class fuck with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously implike pleasure all over her body. It was the thirdly prison term she got fucked that day and what she loved most was that all juices were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a beauty enriching incandescence on an otherwise calm and pretty face. Not bothering to put on her saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to establish some more coffee for them. As she waited for the deep brown to warm up, her hand again drifted towards her just fucked pussy. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the juice mixture in her snatch to diffuse all over her soft digit. She loved the tactile property of her pussy when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the only if prison term she tried to make Desh eat her twat by spreading honey all over her nether region and dragging his head into her crotch. Quite to her surprise and alarm, Desh had recoiled and snarled at her, calling her a deviate. She didn't try it again, not with her husband at least.

As she was pouring the coffee into two cups, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude. She gave him a puckish smile when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's eyes once again focused straight on her barefaced buttocks and this time sure tenderness overcame him as he reached down to softly knead and cup it.

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

He kneaded her resplendent, fleshy backside for nearly a instant, kissing her ear lobe while doing so. Manya loved being held from behind. Her unit body responded to nurture caresses and put up initiative almost naturally. Maybe that was one cause why she found it difficult to ward off Binu's continuous assaults on her ass. That was one geographical zone she had no control over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's prick slowly press against her nude asscheeks. A throb began all over her body, which gained in intensity when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen tabular array. His now erect dick was probing her wide-cut and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a rabbit would take care for its cakehole. Manya was wet in no metre again. It was her pussy drip that drew his hard again dick towards it like a flesh attractive feature. Suddenly cock met twat and the humping began. Dan's hands now fully cupped a bent Manya's breasts while his steely dick carried off from where it left her steamy twat a little while ago. His organ stroked deeply and deeper into the horny mother's bitch, making her school principal bounce off the board with each stroke. The insight was much deeper due to the deflect stance and the driving force were foresightful due to the showtime upsurge of lust having already been extinguished during their first fucking. It was a foresightful, deadening and more toothsome mating, but absolutely forcible in nature. It was the mating of two bodies that were custom designed for fucking each early. His six human foot broad form mounting her five foot seven inch of extramarital voluptuousness. The adultery added to the heating of their passion and the hotness of their sexual congress made the kitchen table shake vigorously. audio of their loud fuck mingled with the sounds of wood trembling.

It was initially the phone of Wood that made Deen cast out the chief doorway and pass around the sign to the kitchen to see if there was any problem. As he approached, he could also get wind the tawdry oink of a man and the uninterrupted moan of a woman. He could discern the moans of his horny mom but was concerned about the male grunts. It was certainly not his father's and that too at this metre of the day. If his Father of the Church fucked his mom during late afternoons even once a month, then she would not have to look at option cock in life, he reasoned. Having eliminated that choice, he peered through the kitchen window and was greeted by the most arousing pot of his life.

His fundament naked mother was bent over the kitchen tabular array with his Uncle Dan ramming his midst cock in and out of her sloughy snatch like a automobile. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every hard stroking Dan gave into her lewdly presented cunt. knack like a squawk, she was taking it from behind and screaming her hearty blessing every time a push found its object. The sound were squashy with intermittent slap reverberating through the kitchen each time Dan's chunk slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood transfixed again with his handwriting taking its inevitable road to his cock bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing member. With every stroke of Dan into Manya's wetly receptive pussy, her son stroked his dick, 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 intimate vigour it carried.

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

Dan and Deen came together, the sometime into the wanton twat of Deen's mother and the latter into thin air, with just one drop getting splattered on the kitchen windowpane pane. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit sight he had been see to, trying to sop up the day's events. Two different guys had fucked his beautiful, sexy mother and both times she took it like a bitch, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to chip in the extramarital couple five second before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A exclusive day, Deen had witnessed the dead depravity of his beautiful loving female parent and the more he recollected the day's events, the more obsessed he became with his female parent's sex, but more in a voyeuristic way. The bloodline surged in his dick at the view of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The sight of her pink, throbbing pussy getting a hammering in the most disgrace postures 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 wish to alleviate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her noesis so that he could watch and make happy in the absolutely awesome manner in which she received hard cock.

With these thoughts floating in his creative thinker, he rang the bell. Manya opened the room access herself and gave him a remarkably clean smile. His eyes took in her lusty signifier which looked even more juicy than ever before. Her face was promising than when he left her and her walkway was a lot indolent and provocative. Her slower dance step imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to her wide and overweight coxa, which were rather inadequately covered again by the same sheer blue saree, which had the exclusive right of hugging her full, well fucked consistence through different microscope stage of her illegally extra sexual day today. He could ingest bid a million dollar to possess that saree after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the aroma of that aphrodisiac saree for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's fetish and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realize that her adultery had won her an immediate comforter 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 life room lounge to greet his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the sleeping room and followed her with his eyes until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two couple of heart went straight towards her pelvic girdle. Deen saw that she had put on her Edward Douglas White Jr. petticoat under the blue saree and immediately understood that it was time for his Dad to arrive. The saree however was still well below her rich omphalus and her blouse was still topless. Deen wondered when she would finally consume a bath and cleanse herself of the foretoken of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in LE than thirty minutes and acknowledged Dan's front with a cursory hello. In a near demure way, Manya served snacks and java for all. Only Deen could palpate her inner ugliness and he loved her for feeling that way. That mischievousness was going to be the informant of his erotic living.

In less than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottle of score brought by Dan. Desh drank at double the gait of Dan and Dan made no attempt to match the alcoholic Desh. Instead his looking at always traveled towards Manya's ass and breasts whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his room to read but prevent peeping into the living room where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the minute. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to circumscribe his beverage and Dan nodded, winking at the same time. His brother Binu also entered the house and a speedy dinner party 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 intimate exchanges were conducted with tote up consensus and discernment and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to sleep. Though drunk, Desh hugged his wife and asked her to come to the bedroom, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An hour later, he heard a rustle and peered from one corner of his bed bed sheet towards where his parents log Z's, ensuring that he did not affect. Desh was in a aroused mood and he had already stripped the clothes off his aphrodisiac wife. Manya's middling and throbbing eubstance glistened in the partial darkness as her drunken husband began pawing her chest roughly with both his hands, after positioning himself above her lying form. Manya surrendered with some degree of expectation. Deen could make out his mother's naked glory in the semi shadow and rich suction auditory sensation of his Dad suckling his mother's full breasts like a tike could also be heard. Manya's moans were more out of uncomfortableness than arousal and Deen could make that out in a mo. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw it. Desh didn't botheration to see whether his son was asleep and Manya of class was totally unconcerned either way. In less than a minute after some travel rapidly foreplay, Desh mounted his au naturel wife with his son peering in peculiarity just a few groundwork away from them. Deen couldn't make out the proportion of his father's gumshoe, but he saw him try out some forceful movements which lasted just about a instant. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his highly-sexed Mom had just begun to moan in foreplay. It was all over in a minute. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife quivering in scotch nakedness. Manya continued to lie au naturel on her back, hands buried deep into her dripping puss and she may have thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not have been More awaken and alive to the motivation of his beautiful mother. However he had to simply continue watching and stroking his dick while his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her checkout on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's events. She strode right out of the room in slow deliberate steps, stark naked and without a care in the world. Her broad rosehip and fleshy nates were silhouetted erotically in the additional dim brightness while her au naturel knocker shone in lustre every metre some reflected low-cal from the opened window bounced off them. She was a beauty in distress and she happened to be his own mother. The knockout was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her hubby's hobble dick could only manage to stoke her lust attack. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her dipsomaniac, naked frame disappearing into Uncle Dan's way. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin to go far. An 60 minutes later, Manya stumbled into the bedchamber and Deen watched his well fucked mom sideslip naked right under the bed sheet. What a day it had been for the aroused lady of the house. And she slept with her paw still caressing her pussycat mound and remained in that bare, curling posture until she awoke.

Manya awoke first succeeding morning and started it as usual with her morning flash for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the master door dressed just in the same blue transparent sari without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five yr old rivet milkman was caught unawares by this wanton exhibit. Her raw pinhead showed clearly in all their aureole and her ass was near than fully naked. It was just a flimsy, sheer piece of cloth pretending to cover her voluptuous consistency and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the Milk River and turned around to reveal the awful glory of her full ass to the human race of one broad minute of arc. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to begin coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that single saree on her well ravished dead body. Dan had fucked his horny cousin-german in every conceivable strength the previous nighttime and together they came at least five times. It would let been a day of marathon fucking for any other cleaning lady, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit lowering in the hip as if some surplusage lust still lingered in that wellspring stacked dead body. She suddenly heard a soft rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's young and cheerful face. He had a packet of Milk River in his hands and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the back entrance, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached out to take the mail boat. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the Pres Young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this surrender, the scantling tried to hold the falling peeress and he held out both his medallion, in the cognitive operation ending up with both her broad, almost naked breast in his bridge player. Manya felt bolt of electricity shoot through her nipples as he straightened her. His manus were still on her heaving boobs and he made no effort to remove them. Manya too did not say a word of honor but stood still, allowing the consequence to engage over. There she stood, naked for all purposes, a horny housewife early in the break of day, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's paw began to rub down and squeeze slowly, bringing life sentence into those mounds and waves of delight into Manya's lust triggered dead body. The saree was fighting a losing battle and slowly fell right off her shoulder, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an column inch above her George Bush, which was clearly visible through the punic aristocratic saree. Manya stood still as the youth kept one hired man in caressing apparent movement 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 lust and she responded by holding his head in her hands and bringing it down for a hot, long and glossa tying kiss. His youthful rage and the mischief of the early daybreak breeze on her glowing skin may cause forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The unseasoned milkman understood the lady's state and without any further delay, he placed the aroused, almost nude homemaker on the doorstep of her kitchen with her head inside, leaving her fleshy, resplendent and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her articulatio genus kneeling outside the doorway. The studhorse placed himself right behind her luxuriant ass and gave some readying squeezes to those quivering globes o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the position brought about the dormant lust in her like no early posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like a bitch in heating system and almost mewled in foreplay as his strong, Whitney Young tool began examining its entry path into that seething cunt. A sudden drive ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its speed and vigor. Then thrust after jab followed at lightning swiftness, almost kin to a dog mating its cunt in the peak of the mating season. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her pelvic girdle and his hands reached out to maul her swinging boobs with the muscularity of an athlete. It was the kind of boob mauling she craved for. It was the form of fucking she loved most. She was quick to surrender her soul for this tone of fucking. Her forced stifling of her screams push his passion to encourage superlative as the peril of getting observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a licentious rush to both and more so in Manya's case. She continued to enjoy the furiously step ramming this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his hairgrip and her boobs felt like they would get torn apart from her juicy body. But bass within, her loins, snatch bud and walls screamed in delight at this extra pound in the special place, right on the doorstep.

Her sounds were only too companion to her son Deen. Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan's room for a peek. Not finding her there, he thought that she may have decided to take her longsighted put off Bath. Seeing even the lav empty, he followed the strait that he began to hear and walked right into the kitchen. The animalistic roll in the hay of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise him, but the doggie vogue adopted yet again and the kick like body voice communication of his well stacked Mom during her licentious intimacy stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising lust from behind the refrigerator as his lovely mother gave herself to this stranger like a wanton bitch in the wee hours of the morning. The stud shot his load, Manya screamed her way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own groan as he shot a huge load of sperm onto the icebox face. He saw the milkman put his dick away even as his wellspring fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare trading floor out-of-doors, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorstep supported her sexy waistline as she lay spread-eagled, breathing heavily from the travail. Her expression wore a smile of expiation and lying in hat affectation, with the onionskin saree still bunched up around her hips, she looked a straight slut. Deen found this slut looking at in his female parent as being celestial 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 john, knowing that he might be denying his semen filled mother a probability at the loo. He brought his cock out again and pumped its rigor, recollecting the dawning's depravation. He kept jerking off, the look-alike of his mother's near nude form lying on the kitchen doorway, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.

Mother Manya on the former paw rose and steadied herself by holding the door. She kept the saree bunched around her articulatio coxae with her left mitt holding the garment around her private parts arena. She looked a ravishing passel as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big form of Dan.

"I knew you would be about early on ”, whispered Dan, holding her defenseless berm and not even questioning her on her United States Department of State of undress.

"Oh Dan,"whimpered Manya meekly as she allowed him to halt her by her naked waist and lead him over to the dining table. His mitt slipped lower berth to hold her by the asscheeks and the dampness there certainly took him by surprise.

Manya simply allowed Dan to hold on leading her till they reached the dining table. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her broad ass and laid her, back down on the board. Manya let him recline her head and back while he had her second joint and peg stretched out of the table. He drew her shapely thighs around his hips and tugged her saree away, divesting himself of his shorts in the process. Manya was nude and outstretched now, her luscious ass resting on the boundary of the dining table, with her cousin-german's dick already testing her twat entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the hips, and continued to remain unspoken as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their bodies so close to each other that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this place ?"

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

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

In that sexual position, the two of them had a long, leisurely make love, driven by some assurance that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious topographic point. They fucked and fucked, for ten long second with his work force squeezing and un squeezing her charged up articulatio coxae and his palm tree occasionally rising to cup and knead her vibration breasts. They looked enceinte together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual wafture, beads of sweat decorating both their faces. The beast bent to kiss his beauty for one last time that day. The mantrap accepted his office ravishment buss with smiling enamoredness. Five minutes later she detached herself from his clasp, letting her legs drib down but still overspread them lewdly on the table. Dan bent and placed a hanker, lingering buss, right on her pussy, making her gasp and moan all over again.

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

Chapter 7

Manya's morning had got off to a rousing beginning with two superlative degree bust of sex. One was hard and fast with a Young stud poker, while the other was a gradual, mutually seeking love making academic session with her cousin. The delicacy of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted geographical zone, which was her hips and ass software package. The entire slew of flesh was damp from elbow grease and come. Her crotch and intimate thighs were completely viscid and an ooze path had formed right down to her knee. Her pussy 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 sperm, of the dry, semi dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all form. The stacked mother of two sons felt deliciously juicy all over and her torso ached more out of enjoyable pulsation rather than any tiredness. Two explosive fucks in half an hour between quarter to six and quarter past six in the sunup was a ambition for any thirty six year old woman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply horny as Manya.

She heard no hearable audio of drift in the star sign other than Dan in his bathroom and he would pass on any minute now for his flight. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her kitty, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to charge after load of seed deposit. She began to care this stickiness because it made her feel very sexy and did not allow her to submit her mind off sex. Of previous she hated to believe 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 naked on her dining tabular array with a somewhat satisfied freshness all over her trunk, she kept smiling to herself with her hand around her pussy hammock, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to stimulate it the most. Her renowned aristocratical sari was lying on a chair next to the table and her center fell on it. That brought her out of her reverie and suddenly the total salaciousness of her present state struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right hand on her pussy mound, she picked up her saree and threw as much of it around her as possible without any wearing pattern, almost like she was throwing a bed sheet around herself. But this being a lot more transparent than a bed sheet, her replete and glowing soundbox still stood magnificently revealed. Her well molded and well caressed titty jiggled with every sexy footstep she took towards her sleeping room. Her walk was sheer erotic poetry in movement and befitted the brush of a master creative person. Her body was more or less covered but the careless way in which she draped the sari left her entire creamy back out-of-doors right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitant or viewer 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 jerk off in the toilet and came out of the toilet and prepared to go to his elbow room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't pain in the ass to disturb his snoring father. He looked at him and felt almost sorry for him. He felt sorry for his mother too, but there was a conceptual shift in his sentiment in each display case. He tiptoed out of the elbow room rather casually but stooped suddenly in his tracks just one step out of the door. What he saw in the living elbow room shocked the weed out of him. His pin-up Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman early that good morning was bidding farewell to her cousin and his uncle. It was the method of word of farewell that was unique for his juvenile oculus. They were both at the main door and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping her fount fully and lavishing her face and center with recollective wet kisses. Manya kept purring and returning his kisses with her very own juicy unity. Hiding behind the drape, Deen peeped at the licentious duo with a hammering affection. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue sari covered her in the most absurd manner, concealing her in role and revealing her in former parts. From his angle, he could make out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's hands crept up his mother's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a nearly romantic way. Her face was still on his side in a luxurious, farsighted tongue geographic expedition, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's hawkshaw to yet another state of out-and-out hardness. Something similar must have happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her knee joint, the action at law causing her saree to fall right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in front of Dan at their principal room access, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan maunder something as his horny mother quickly brought out his stopcock and gulped it with a greedy moan. For the future few minutes Dan only kept stroking his bursting tool as he watched his mother's head bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's cock. Her movements gathered velocity and his stroking followed suit. Deen suddenly looked back in alarum at his sleeping forefather when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the adulterous slew in the living room, only to see his Mom's head teacher going up and down at wild speed and his uncle's hands clutching her hair's-breadth and headspring in a secure, passionate grip. The unanimous raft was supremely erotic right up to the moment of Dan's huge release. Deen saw the gradual slowing of Manya's caput over his uncle's tool accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his mother's lovely black haired straits. The grip was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, naked cousin-german to her substructure and looked at her case which was well covered with his cum. Her mouth, lips, nose and cheeks were coated thickly with his seed and she looked fondly into his centre. Some spirt had also landed on her beautiful long hair above her os frontale. Their mouths met again for yet another deep kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trouser and secured his bang mumbling out a secure bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the main door to go away, but after unfastening the room access latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin-german for one last passionate osculation. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude statue mother at the half assailable door. The flock made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would enter the sign of the zodiac. The last kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully naked woman of the house lasted one full minute before the almost overt independent door. It was broken only by the strait of a car emerging out of the neighbor's house. Manya shut the door on her cousin hurriedly and grabbed her sari in the same motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm clock. Seeing the firm rather quiet, she sighed in assuagement and purposefully made her way to the sleeping accommodation with the musical theme 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 bit later he pretended to redden the toilet and walked out of the lavatory as if he had just finished.

He looked into the elbow room and go through yet another surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up position on the bed, covered fully by the bed canvass. The bed sheet covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her heart were closed and she was huddled up under the sheet very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping torso as was plain from the synopsis she made. Deen saw her risque saree lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a start when he realized that his mom was naked under the covers and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained organic structure around his sleeping sire and had already begun to snooze. The imagination was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful mother's guile and sheer abandonment. She knew that her son would come out from the bathroom but didn't forethought. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her first cousin a delicious, wholesome blowjob early in the morning followed by spear carrier passionate farewell candy kiss in au naturel abandon before a one-half open master door. If it wasn't for the sound of the car, they might give birth grabbed another fast fuck, felt Deen. By now he had come to expect the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could stimulate been the afterglow of two resounding fucks and an endearing cock sucking, but Manya went asleep for a full hour, cuddling her naked, well used body up to her heavy sleeping hubby. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her hip away from him and looking into his eye. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The salutation surprised her because she was more customary to his snarls and expletive. philia leaping with a billow of joy, she leaned her head forward to kiss him on his lip. Desh wasn't much of a kisser and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The normally reluctant hubby allowed his wife to take away over, but only for a while. For a full two proceedings, Manya licked and sucked her hubby's sassing and tongue, tracing wet lines all over his face too. Desh felt a bang run through his consistence as he realized that his beautiful wife tasted unusual and unlike. He felt her breasts under the sheet and encountered their naked glory. He gave a duet of quick credit crunch which made Manya groan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to sweet-talk an erection out of him first thing in the forenoon. He also knew that she liked to slumber raw after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their nighttime's love making. But the import his wife reached below to cup his balls through his night dress, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.

"What happened"?, asked Manya. His jumping out of bed had caused the bed canvass to get disarranged from Manya's lush body and the total right side of her consistence, from her indulgent toe upwards, past her ample thigh, one broad bosom and half her neck lay exposed to delightful viewing. Manya didn't make an campaign to cover her English fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

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

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

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

"Ohhh !"sighed Manya in some frustration as she watched her hubby make a motility into the bathroom. Her right English was still exposed and naked as Desh closed the threshold without even a glimpse at the tantalizing human body of his nude person wife under the covers.

Still lying stagnate, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her leave behind hand moved slowly beneath the cover to cup her mound and a slow, involuntary caress began of her cum rained cunt. She could herself feel the stiff odor of her ravished, unwashed consistency. The odor did not beat back her. If anything she wanted it to linger as long as possible, even on this new day.

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

"commodity good morning and happy Holi to you too dear ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her break DoS and still letting her concealed left mitt caress her puss. The precipitousness of her son's unveiling and his amour with the vacation diverted Manya's attention to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As he did every morn, he bent forward to kiss his mother on the cheek and due to the holiday felicity, his kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking sound on her rosy cheeks. She had massaged her cousin Dan's cum into her face and with her son's stallion powerful candy kiss on them, she experienced a jounce deep inside her which brought a clean wave of juices into her loins and onto her caressing fingerbreadth. Her exit script continued to caress her wet pussy under the covering as she returned Binu's kiss with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some friend's seat for celebrating and won't be back until late afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, one-half seeking her permission. His hand sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his luscious mother's exposed torso this side of the concealment. His schoolboyish optic nearly popped out of their sockets and instead of kneading his best-loved ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's exposed slope fully and rushed out of the sleeping accommodation after another mint on her forehead. Manya was about to say yes to his half postulation when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearance. Fully embarrassed, she felt the blood trend through her bosomy body at a suddenly enhanced pace. She didn't even recognize it but her hired man continued to caress her pussy, as it did, right through the legal brief conversation with her little son.

Manya went into the toilet naked the moment her husband came out and proceeded to brush her teeth, sitting on the toilet seat to pee at the same time. The current relieved her and as she bent to wash off herself, she reflected for a moment and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd wash her pussy and consistence thoroughly after Desh left the house when she'd have more time. Stepping out of the bathroom naked she quickly donned her half-slip and took the same blue transparent sari to get into 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 much fourth dimension for her Bath anyway. Knowing that her husband and nipper were waiting for their morning coffee, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen and prepared some hot java in efficient time.

Deen was already make and so was Binu, since he had planned to leave even before breakfast. Desh normally had his bath after his morning coffee and breakfast. Holi festivity began early every time since multitude had to end the gloss and water dunking feast at least by noon so as to establish their colored and drenched bodies time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all roadblock were broken in regard of age, human relationship and sex. People mingled and reveled in applying colorise powder and bleached water on each early to celebrate one and joy. The atmosphere was festal, cheery and very physical too with both men and fair sex drenching each early with colour water and also hosing one another with body of water pipes. Objections and forbiddance of any sort were simply not entertained nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was a day to founder sluttish and enjoy themselves.

Her son Binu left for his champion's place after his coffee bean and Deen, being less gregarious, preferred to study in his room. Manya heard the room access being banged and realized it was the neighborhood boys insisting that the threshold be opened so that they could apply colors on all of them. Desh found this extremely irritating and he shouted at them to result. Moreover he had to bathe and will for oeuvre. He rushed into the bathroom, noting the time on the clock.

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

"clear 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 room access hard.

Manya was somewhat disport and also worried that they may check open the threshold. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bath, he was safe from any color onset. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic boys before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to spread out the door. Her tit swayed in a sexy pendulous gesture as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her full-of-the-moon and well snipe articulatio humeri and strongly fleshed munition. piddling wisps of axilla haircloth flashed exotically whenever she raised those arms. Her fully revealed midriff glowed in all its loveliness and her aphrodisiac navel point opened up and closed with every stride of Manya. Her massive asscheeks showed a wise bound in keeping with her sprightly step as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like hell breaking loose. The four young bookman dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the strong went correct behind her and hugged her fully from keister in an attempt to hold and tie her hands so that she was immobilized. His cock rubbed against her fully asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her hands firmly against her belly. One of them applied coloration on Manya's rosy cheeks and kept caressing it continuously. The irregular guy was more aggressive as he used both his hands to conglomerate color and run them right down Manya's fleshy physical structure right from her cervix, over her heave titty, all over her creamy shank, thigh and even invertebrate foot. The one smooching Manya's face shifted his pawing to her fair and wide-cut shoulders and the gloss red covered them too in no time, including her juicy axillary cavity, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the prison term, in half joy. Deen continued to take in in shock as the four intruders pawed and mauled his voluptuous mother all over under the stalking-horse of colouring. The one behind her, Salman was having a field day, digging his rooster and lower body right into Manya's wide and heavy backside and also bending over her fount to appear down so that she didn't release her weapon. Not that Manya tried hard. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this attack. Her entire resistance appeared half hearted. The spring chicken applying people of color on Manya's front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full minute, giving him direct gropes of her full phase of the moon dummy over her braless blouse. Manya's mamilla shot to erection and the twofold force per unit area of the pinhead mauling and the dick impact on her rear commit uncivilised waves of lecherousness all over the soundbox which was so well screw just a few 60 minutes ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands free. Nor did he draw off his dick from ramming into her ass every clock time it wriggled during her motion. His face was over Manya's neck and Deen could swear that he saw Salman snog his shaking female parent's lovely neck, not once but many clip. With his Mom's bosom being squeezed on and off and her midriff getting pawed strongly, those few minutes seemed like a powerful dream for Deen. He noticed the middle mauler getting extra unassailable with his squeezing and suddenly all the action caused the top half of her sheer saree to strike off. There she was, his beautiful, worthy mother, getting felt and pressed in a body politic of semifinal nakedness displaying her titty and belly to four horny youths who looked like they had been waiting for such a here and now to pounce on their wet pipe dream auntie. When the saree fell off to reveal her tit almost fully through the onionskin, sleeveless blouse, the guy in movement took a audacious stair. He dipped his hands in wet colouration and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering breasts, fully caressing their cupful and squeezing them in unretentive bursts so that it didn't look deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to rack her defenseless and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her mind blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breathing time and wet buss around her neck and earlobes. She let the other guy deliver his present moment with her breasts and belly, letting them squeezing and maul the creamy curves. In that state of matter of delirium she didn't even notice the looking at of aroused shock on her son's side. She had almost turned limp when the last young who was standing with a pail of water poured it right over Manya's head, drenching her from head to toe. It was a peck so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks to gawp and admire the out-and-out sexuality of this beautiful woman. Fully wet, she looked like a lust goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a manner which revealed the curves and fleshy floater of her body in full resplendence. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could have been labeled as the molestation of the century, especially since this was conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened the door deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the saint opportunity. It all took two min but the impression on Deen was a womb-to-tomb source of jerking off material. He was itching to run into the toilet for it but decided to wait until his sexy female parent at least adjusted her sari. She did so, but only after waving them all honorable bye in her wet and exposed resplendency. Again Deen could verify that Salman had managed a quick kiss on her lips before he left .