The shrill daybreak alert sent unruly dash and waves into Manya's consistence as she stirred, opened her deep centre and cast a sleepy glance towards the topographic point next to her. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring stack of her still snoring married man Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breathing place carrying the olfactory property of spirits and his chest heave in monotonous geometrical regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her to the full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a tenuous white blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inch below her late navel, she dragged her curvaceous body out of bed towards the bathroom, pausing for a moment to calculate at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked disheveled and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brownish black aureole stared right out of her thin blouse and this break of day the close were sharp and pointed, declarative mood of her corporal need for a full blooded piece of tail. Almost involuntarily her hands went to the overweight part between her thighs and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to gain in heat, the here and now her fingers sought the affectionate folds. With an unhearable moan, she gave one loving squeeze between her intimate thighs and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a tremor of substitute as some of the amass horniness found alternating release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same scant attire she moved to the main door to compile the forenoon milk. Opening the door, she bent to peck up the milk and in the process her total breasts spilled out to form a sexually attractive cleavage. From the corner of her eye she saw the milkman's bicycle parked in the compound and realized that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her everyday appearance. A full moon arcminute was spent in gathering the milk during which her creamy breasts spilled nearly 80 percent out of her sparse, low cut blouse. Giving this first light show was now a habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting care from this flash and even when soul former than the usual milkman delivered the Milk River, they learnt to stay until Manya gathered her milk.

Turning her back to the milkman, she started closing the door, giving him a lingering scene of her ample, meaty ass and a rousing prat view of her trunk, especially since the half-slip came down to well below her hips and settled almost at the beginning of her ass pass. Just before finally losing the threshold, she turned again towards the exterior and offered another flash of her huge midriff, with its flaring curve at the waistline and the juicy, mystifying, inviting belly button. This drill was her dawn tonic and a day was insipid without it.

The stallion five feet seven inches of her wide bodied, well stacked, alky strain swayed with a heady grace as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a moment to peep into the room of her two boy, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and depicted object, hands between his second joint and lost in a dreamy world, while Binu was sleeping on his backbone, his right-hand hand placed idly around his genitalia. What caught her eye was, however the tenting in his shorts, sticking imposingly out at the cap. She smiled indulgently like a mother would, but a deep moistening crept up her slit, which was already aroused by the cockcrow show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to prepare the daybreak coffee and breakfast. Within an hr all inferno would burst unloosen as three male person would rush through their morning number, gulp their food and flee the house, leaving her all alone. The view made her look a bit empty but also filled her with an endeavor and abandonment that came from the knowledge that she would be all by herself with her voluptuous, sensuous body.

Deen was always the number 1 one to awaken up. Nearly six feet tall, he was a easy monster, loose limbed and with the body terminology of a commodity and lovable kid. Manya continued to remain in her dress even before her tiddler and it had become convention for them to watch their skimpily clad Mom go about her job every morning in that State Department of undress. She had been doing it now for the past 4 years out of sheer convenience and it never struck her that their bursting hormones would one day learn cognizance of her ample charm, especially her well rounded buttocks, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

"goodness 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 eyes. Deen could see right down her partly unlaced blouse and retrace the full curves of both her melon like breasts with the total glory of their tractor trailer pointed nipples.

His putz jerked to attention.

"Get prepare dear. Today's your exceptional breakfast point. Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her wax hips against his. Deen could feel the heating system, softness and meat of his Mom's articulatio coxae as she went past him. He stifled a gasp as her goody fingers inadvertently grazed his crotch. He wore no underwear beneath his short and he was startled by the approach grip of his throbbing unseasoned humanness by his very own biological mother. It stunned him and also confused him, like it did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally, adding to his dilemma. His first stirrings of manhood had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His first dick caressing had taken spot while he had seen her changing. His first off Major jerked meat off had been over her photograph of her carrying him as a three year old. He loved concentrating on his three class old hand clutching at Manya's heart in the moving-picture show. And when he came, he made sure that some drops always landed on the picture, if potential on Manya's beautiful face.

But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his arousal obvious and strain to camouflage it. Manya, on her part, noticed her elderberry bush son's hurly burly but did nothing in terms of either her fecundation or consistence speech communication to divert him. If she was built sexy and left with an eternally randy physical structure due to her husband's slackness in bed, then she couldn't help it. No force on ground can hide a woman in oestrus, especially a woman blessed with the deep contours and fleshy affectionateness of Manya. She had a torso that craved loving. She had yummy bosom that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's warm touch. She had a massive, protruding, more than proportionate ass that could well be her easily plus. It was high, house, spacious and with a curvature that sent viewers'passions soaring. There was not one of her married man's friends that didn't want to spank her voluptuous ass or plunge into her juicy twat. She didn't care about their advances and over time she learnt to live with them. Even those foresightful alcoholic parties where men would indulge in subtle gropes and almost leering comments while her hubby would be sizzled left her quite in control. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a wide variety of men of all age group lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Binu was always the more demonstrative pronoun and physical of the two tike. His hug lingered a little longer than requirement but Manya made no movement to disengage herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his mother's brass, this clock time rather close to the corner of her mouth. Manya felt his young, 12 twelvemonth old erection thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her pussy moisten again. Binu's acts awakened her hibernating lust. Though twelve geezerhood old, his actions were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to snap up her, rub his dick against her huge nates and let his hands roam all over his juicy mother's grand waist. His script groped the bottom of her braless blouse and made enough contact with her pile to constitute her squeal. It was easy for Manya to push aside her little son's human action as childlike. Only a part of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to remain so that she was spared of any dialogue with her conscience. Unlike his elder buddy, Binu knew his pauperization and made his motion very obvious, with no scope for any communicating gap. Manya loved it. It made her palpate very wanted and desirable. Binu on the former hand was for sure that he was only expressing his extreme love for his mother.

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

Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her dormancy married man and studied his form as she neared him. He was an inch shorter than her five infantry seven inch, slender in arm and pectus but with a pot belly that grew out of endless time of day of drinking, both at home and alfresco. He snored the second his chief hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their ahead of time days of marriage ceremony when she used to wake him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his spike lightly while her fingers danced around his flaccid manhood. He would stir in those Clarence Day and wait until she would stroke him to semi hard-on. Then suddenly, without warning he would grab her by the waist and turn her around to cook her lie belly up on the bed. Using his left hired hand to drag her sari above her smooth, hot thighs, he would guide his one-half cook peter into her already steaming pussy. A few chivalrous separatrix would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his tool into her eagre love nest whenever it slipped out. About 60 seconds of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out a measly quantity of sperm cell into her womb, which would just about suffice to moisten her just watering jackass. With an irritated grunt he would simply roll off her and hurry into the bathroom without even looking back. If he did, then he would take seen the writhing, frustrated consistency of his adorable married woman, ramification spread, breathing heavily and thighs twitching in rising intensity.

The raft of a writhing semi nude statue Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm would let been the ultimate erotic sight for any peep tom but for the sexy wife herself it was a daily torture. And she was forced to go through this torture on a daily ground, at times with manic regularity and with the greatest ever regularity in the net few months.

In the last few years here had been hardly any enliven round of love qualification, which for her red-blooded body was a deprivation surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever choose between her daily lettuce and a day-to-day shtup, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh alive. With the usual morning grunt and without the slightest hint of a promising early erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even wish his beautiful wife.

The bit her hubby closed the bathroom door, she heard Deen foretell out,"Mom, I need help to wash my hair ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's privy. Along the way, she unwrapped her sari, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bathroom. She didn't want to wet the saree in the course of Deen's bath. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a stool when Manya moved across to him, her braless boob swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each footmark. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's oceanic abyss and big navel. As Manya knack and washed his hair with shampoo her bellybutton and lower abdomen stared right into his side. It was a double feast for the budding young person as his centre absorbed he juicy depth of her belly button and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her bush, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three second base his peter shot up in his undies, a sight which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting chemical reaction of her husband and son to the very Saame body. But being the mother, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his tomentum, increasing the volume of her strokes. The rich swither forced Deen to fill up his oculus. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into swell arousal. Her big pinhead would dip every now and then to push into his forefront warmly while her crotch would reach tantalizingly stuffy to his nerve, with the aroma almost sending him into a lusty stupor. The he felt the weewee raining down from the shower onto his typeface and head. On opening his centre he got a shock absorber. He was not the sole one wet. His mother's sexy body was drenched all over the top one-half, her nipples poking right out of her wet blouse. The mint was astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jiggling right in front of his face. Deen thought he would inject out his spunk without even a touch. At the Saami time he was transfixed and puzzled by the total unconcern with which Manya continued to lave and towel off her son's aroused dead body. She seemed to be completely everyday in her go up total exposure to Deen, her very own son. With her full articulatio coxae barely a few column inch from his headspring, she turned around to turn off the shower, in the process presenting him with a intellect boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet petticoat. The garment made a Brobdingnagian inroad into her fanny cleft and the unanimous display was straight out of one of those mild porn picture which he enjoyed now and then with his crony. But he was better blessed than his protagonist because he had casual very life history soft porno scenes to live out in his own house and with his very own loving female parent. A baseless thought germinated in his head which seemed to come from out of nowhere -"What if any of his friends were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The thought left him as soon as it came but the seeds were sown. Manya left the lavatory to check on her young son Binu and Deen started to stroke his dick the bit his mother's bodacious ass swayed out of sight. He needed the release.

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

"It's getting time for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her statement broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual manner his hired hand completely encircled her full waist and caressed the flock at the sides with the power finger of his right hired hand straying into her navel to finger it in a rotating motion. The attitude lasted one minute of squealing and 60 seconds of slow and stiff pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this display of affection from Binu and only Manya suspected that the touch sensation was quite sexual even from her son's position. But as always, he would blockade just when her dead body began to tell on her emotions. He would cease to fondle her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his gene and libido from her position of the family. But it was still too former to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that someone found her suitable and someone wanted to feel her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. Deep, grueling and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if possible right out of her brains.

Feeling fully aroused from all the amorous attention she had been getting, Manya again wore the sari around her wet underclothes and went to spread the breakfast on the table. The garb felt burdensome and she found herself being slowed down by a silent monotone between her second joint. Involuntarily again, her left hand reached for her genitalia. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the wearing apparel for at least 5 minute before the audio of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

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

"Yes I will, after you all leave ”, sighed Manya as she served breakfast. She could feel Binu's eyes repeatedly seeking her juicy navel and Deen's eyes probing behind the wet blouse for the nipples that had teased him during bath. Again a shiver ran through her and she felt both delight and regret. delectation that her womanhood was getting its due grasp and regret that her husband was merely gulping his nutrient down in total neglect.

Minutes after they all left, Manya rushed into the bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her clothes off her ignite body on the way. She unstrung her underskirt and tore the blouse off her bursting breasts as her lust aroused body flopped onto the soft bed. Both hands covered her full titty, the ribbon kneading roughly and the digit pulling at the now sharp crest. Her legs thrashed about as she literally crushed her full pinhead like a demons in high temperature. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and she thought she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her hands dropped quickly to her pussy cumulation and she worked her fingers in and out of that rich and sarcoid zone, causing her thighs to spread, close and spread in a creative thinker boggling sequence of abandonment. She gave herself in totally to the requirement of her alcoholic, neglected body. Her squandered shapeliness surged with renewed Leslie Townes Hope every prison term she subjected herself to this salvo of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as her fingerbreadth delved and probed into her soaked pussy, striking a manic rhythm in tune with her wildly aroused mentality. The passionate starting line rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full hips up and down on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny body to a new height of rapture. She felt the tide rise oceanic abyss within her loins and it only drove her fingers deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its flush and let loose a bursting flood, washing her loin all over, making her fingers reach furious speeds until the collapse began, first in her lumbus, then in her finger and finally in her golden, fleshy inner thighs. With receding love, she slowly regained formula breathing, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the downcast stomach, invertebrate foot still apart in a lewd admonisher of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with sweat and wet with her succus. The wholly bed bed sheet was drenched and she silently decided that she would switch it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an hour after her marathon sitting she rose for a bathing tub. The cool water felt comforting on her still hot body. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her George W. Bush and pussy. She stroked, caressed and patted her mound indulgently until a flicker of arousal crept up her back all over again. Sighing, she stepped out stark nude into her sleeping room. She used a thin white towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own hands. She dabbed the light towel all over her gorgeous body until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her tenacious fuzz. She wrapped the towel around her hair after ten minute of drying. Opening her press, she tried to determine on what to wear when her eyes fell on a unaccented blue transparent saree and a sheer white blouse. She took both of them into her hands, without as much as a sentiment for a bra and half-slip. She hated the weighting and pressure sensation of unmentionable. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to feel the cloth rub against her supple and sexy pulp, especially around her glorious hips and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a semi transparent saree gave a complete exposure of her blue treasures and fleshy thighs. But she didn't concern. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underclothing and she had the whole day right up to her husband's comer to luxate back into them anyway.

However it did not apply to her two Son. She was comfortable without undergarments in their presence and she guessed they were well-situated too. In any case there were no obvious signs of plethora on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through saree without a hint of underclothes. rightfield through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one individual garment on her lush body, be it a half-slip and blouse or saree without petticoat. The wide-cut dress was for their father, a fact which they came to agnize rather early. The idea made them feel salutary and cozy about their sexy mother. They loved her a lot more for the extra comforter grade she seemed to ploughshare with them. It made them finger special - and horny too. And they kept their feelings to themselves - as yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer saree and blouse. It technically covered her whole trunk but revealed its fleshy, creamy glory to awesome effect. Tied well below her thick and exotic navel, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's sizable hips and threatened to fall right off her juicy physical structure if she even bent forward a little Thomas More than needed. The blouse, a sheer Patrick Victor Martindale White one, worn braless as always was so tight and low cut that half her cleavage was on show right through the tenuous saree. The freighter of the blouse was almost tucked into the base of her full moon boobs, giving them life and bounce as she walked. From the base of her tit to maybe an column inch above her scrub was a completely revealed dominion of supercharged shape. Manya's windowpane of conquest was her fleshy yet aphrodisiac midriff and the turned on housewife was fully aware of it. It was huge, wide and bedecked with possibly the deepest and red-hot belly button on earthly concern. When she walked in this attire, her thighs and trimmed bush offered themselves to view in tantalizing peeks. Taking the derriere survey, the saree dipped right down to the crown of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily drape itself around Manya's meaty buttocks. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front of any viewer who happened to run into this horny wife and mother of two. Putting it plainly, her whole torso screamed for a fucking.

The source of impatience crept into her lush physical structure and Manya launched into her habitual cumulation caress. She would finger herself after tub for about a few instant everyday before preparing lunch. Now, while she was in that dreamy spell, she heard the doorbell ring. She first looked out of the window and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. to fork up vegetable and yield. Manya rose from the couch, hand still on her crotch and moved to spread out the door. She kept her hired man on her agglomerate in a partial tone caress and retained it all the way up to the door, loath to give up the warm moistness which had begun to engulf her loins and also form a small wet dapple on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

left to herself, Manya would take in preferred to featherbed in prolonged self rape in her present mode. Her judgement quickly accepted the invasion but the signaling to her horny trunk got delayed a bit, causing a certain inner discord, especially between her thighs, where a tiny ooze had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the doorway and peered out to ask if there was any new stuff. She kept just her drumhead out of the door, her bridge player still playing with her pussy through the sheer sheepfold of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her usual alternative of vegetables were fresh and she may like to lead a look and decide. Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, digit still playing with her slit behind the threshold. With one terminal thrust, she withdrew her mitt from where she loved to keep it the most and threw the door wide-eyed subject. The grocer, a stocky man in his lately thirties gaped in astonishment at her dress, or the deficiency of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to describe his attention. The grocer's mind worked at the speed of light, unable to penetrate the delicious sight in straw man of him. He knew from his patronise visits that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a horny housewife in all his house sale over the years. He could spot a thirsty pussy when he saw one. Over the last one year he had seen Manya in several regardless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in ascendency of things. It was more like she was teasing people rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a prick vamp indefinitely and his prick was bound to suffer its day. Her appearance told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any clothes. The saree was fully transparent, showing him all of her. The fertile Vannevar Bush, those glorious second joint and the entire midriff, everything lay before him like a fiesta, with her belly push calling attention to his gaze. While she was fingering herself the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her rich and deep navel fully exposed to his view. With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the navel resembled a pussy in penury, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to canvas some of the leafy veg and this made the top half of her saree drop, 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 actual chore of grocery picking from his basketball hoop. The grocer's eyes popped right out their sockets and his cock threatened to deplumate out of the fabric it was stretching around his crotch. His strong hands felt a Rush of origin as did every vein in his body. Manya was decidedly the red-hot of his client and he looked forward to visiting her star sign more to experience the surprise she held for him in the form of her apparel code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. bosom, tit, omphalus, midriff, thighs, and crotch hair - every ounce of her juiciest percentage was starkly visible through her dream like garments. The Arabian dancer did don transparent hind end but at least they wore step-in. Here a heart aged housewife was treating him to fleshy delights of the variety masses only dreamt of.

The apparent involvement of Manya with the grocery store basket and her ignorance of the state of her boobs suited the grocer and he let his thirsty eyes travel all over her luscious frame, taking in the sex oozing out of every inch. His eyes rested for longer minute on her hips, the exhibit portion of which was like a multitude of charged up bod, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only bod in pauperization is left for this kind of wanton show and his fleshly instincts gradually took over. He shifted nearer to her, as if to help Manya dilute her bag with his poppycock. He held the bag up for her piece Manya filled it with a cluster of vegetables. She had to lift her coat of arms up to do so and in the process, her upper saree dropped right off her berm, pectus and shank to catch one's breath tantalizingly at her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed she was all along to his gaze. Her aspect acquired a sudden blush but there was no way she could overcompensate herself up since both her hands were occupied. She looked into the grocer's heart and observed the burning at the stake mania. His looks sent shivers up her backbone and a warm floodlight of juices gushed forth from her loins to further moisten her already wet vulva.

This time the flush of succus was unlike. They flowed and flowed without a rift. The control mechanisms which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his warm gaze. The grocer extended his strong weapon towards her exposed rosehip and dragged her closer. His manly touch did the fast one. It was the touch of a man, strong and reassuring. It was also the traveling bag of a testosterone rich male person which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his former hand gripped her right hip to discharge the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The manfully grocer jerked the beautiful married woman towards himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent white meat jiggled at his action. His hands on her meaty pelvis encountered raw heating system and he realized that this juicy eubstance was being wasted. He could hear a half sob as he strengthened his hold on her downhearted hips and turned her around. Her high rising buttocks came into hot contact with his tool and even through the sheer garment, their heat took him by surprise. If ever there was a randy woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he manage to know.

With one single tug, the sari came right off her hot hips and fell in a mess at her feet. Manya was still in a lusty daze as she allowed him to anything he pleased. She moaned as he felt his workforce caress her plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her derriere and kneaded it. The kneading go on and Manya got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of restraining him. Her tingling pussy was now dripping at the succor of this grocer. Her branch parted on their own agreement and he reached down to dribble his squeezing into her inner second joint and finally her seething, soaked twat. That set off her gather hunger initiation and she cried out in helpless craving and fell right down onto her knees.

In that position she presented an awesome sight on all fours. Her face was glazed with luxuria and her ass quivered in wanton lecherousness. She wriggled her hips and pressed backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his trousers and brought out his brand hard dick, which was now throbbing with as much anticipation as the horny housewife's pussy. He cast one glimpse at the crawling form of the beautiful woman before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a bitch in heat. She needed a fucking and like hell, he was going to give her one.

In one single dip he entered right into her nest, her wet bitch walls giving an over lubricated welcome. Manya shrieked in heat and cried out in lust. He began stroking into her slushy puss with gradual motions. The lust crazed lady of the house screamed for harder strokes and driven by her wanton behavior, he thrust harder and faster. His huge prick, which she hadn't even seen, made angered inroads into her attender but hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new zones of mania. The pumping lasted five scalding minutes and the sheer freshness and cacoethes of the situation overcame both of them. He reached his climax with a hollering and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like bitch. On all Little Joe, she was letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over sexed bitch. But he was doing it well and she knew of nil but cock till he spurted his ejaculate in several long spurts deep inside her uterus and all over her back and ass. He came so much that his virility surprised the under utilized wife.

Like a true chauvinistic Male he just released her hips with a oink and quickly buttoned up his trousers before she could change by reversal around. Her still convulsing body was recovering from the Delicious outpouring and she looked up gradually towards his consistency. Her firstly glance went towards his crotch but was disappointed to see that he had already put his fair sex pleaser away. There she was, lying well fucked by a dick she didn't even see.

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

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the first two buttons undone as always. Her saree was in her script and she tried to determine whether to put it on or go for a washing. Her second joint were sticky and some cum still settled wetly over her puffy slit sassing. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her fingers over her cunt lips and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her finger and brought them to her nose."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the scent. Then suddenly the door bell rang. Surprised and alarmed at the untimely annulus, she hastily began to assemble the sari over her waste hips. It was a relatively dumb cognitive operation since she did not have the benefit of a petticoat.

"Who's this"? She called out.

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

Partly relieved but still alarmed she draped her saree quickly around herself. Now she didn't have to worry about perfection in dress since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to know her just s a little while ago coupled with the freshly fucked feeling still coating her senses made the homemaker a wee bit hangdog. She managed to weary the saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her privates to once again make a viscous patch out in movement. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his afternoon grade were cancelled and he had no modality to go to the library.

Walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different. Her hair's-breadth was disheveled and her saree looked rumpled in a curious manner. Her scanty blouse was wet with lather. If it wasn't for the freshness on her side, he would have got presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen work. As she walked towards the couch in the living room, he noticed the languid cause of her rosehip and the slow axial motion of her articulatio coxae. The careen was slower but sexier. It was an indescribable sight but she looked dissimilar. Suddenly he noticed the break patch around her privates on the gauzy saree. It looked so provocative, just below her rich bush. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too late to remediate things. In a bid to make the atmospheric state more free-and-easy, she spread her thighs out and tried to relax on the sofa. Her posture became rather lewd for her teenaged son and he began to experience the conversant stirring in his pubes which looking at his sexy mother for More than a minute 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 hide his arousal.

Manya was still lying in that obscene pose on the couch when she heard the primary doorway exposed slightly. She had forgotten to lock it after Deen's reaching. 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 leave alone. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the morning's astounding developments, especially the ease with which he could participate Manya's hot kitty-cat. Soon his thinking 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 turn over, unzipping his pant in the Same motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the bathroom door where Deen was. With strong and silent efficiency, he once again gripped her voluptuous articulatio coxae and excite her like a doll. Manya's physical structure throbbed with renewed lust and her pussy started dripping in record time. The risk in the situation was obscured by the heat of his manhood pressing against her already naked ass. He had merely hiked her sari up and force his shaft right into her uncoerced and wet cunt. The pumping began instantaneously and her cunt muscles started clasping his peter in avaritia, milking it to new heights of passion. She could still hear the shower and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the Lapp bitch military posture. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lecherousness and go. Her consistence responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a productive dose of ejaculate abstruse inside her loins. She absorbed every bead of his loveable cum and reveled in the sudden and explosive climax which the illicit encounter produced. In disk speed, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a quick good bye. By the sentence, she moved from cunt posture to pattern posture, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in pleasure and absolute wonder that she had been fucked twice in no time. Again she didn't even see the dick that gave her so much joy. But more exciting was the thought that her son was right in the following way, but didn't know about it. How incorrectly she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to egress from the privy. After all 2 jolt offs in ten minutes need some time for recovery.

The four youthful marauders left her door and Manya shut it with a mixed feeling. 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 titty from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her full consent. The simultaneous pressure of four dyad of hands and one tool on her extra wholesome consistency under the pretext of festivity did its own things to her bodily responses and right now she had lost all the traces of satiety which the two mind blowing orgasm with the milkman and her first cousin had given her. Instead her genitals and pussy experienced a regenerate itch from all the youthful snuggling she received. The scabies was now spreading all over her inside thighs - such was the wallop of raw energy on her mature voluptuous body. After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto the floor, her sari still off her shoulders, her body still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighbourhood Felis concolor and photographer. Sam was a sensitive and soft spoken kid succeeding 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 view was also a bit distant and appreciative rather than physical, which was what most people who came into contact with Manya became.

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

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

"Let's go to the bedroom Mom ”, he said as he tried to help oneself her to her feet. Manya allowed him to help oneself her. Her sari 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 knee as he helped his mother to put up up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the centre of a fully outdoors, huge diaphragm stared right into his face, barely a couple of in from his olfactory organ. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose lagger her navel, making Manya shudder again for a second. Deen rose and placed his arms right around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely shank and led her into the bedroom. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to let go of her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly exposed organic structure. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist flesh and its vex 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 face for a second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the lav door opening and rushed out of the room, clutching his erection, leaving his father to confront his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed, with her sari top thrown aside, her talkative midsection and belly circularise out to any organic structure's gaze.

Deen came out of the bath, fully dressed and was stunned to see his one-half naked wife, wantonly spread out, wet and tired on the bed. He took one aspect at her riotous frame and cursed."Why the blaze did you have to unfold the door"?"Have you gone mad"?"Or are you dumb"?"I'll teach those guy wire a lesson for breaking into my house ”, he ranted.

Manya, whose manus were almost about to move towards her pussy, got back to her skunk on hearing her husband's screams."It's all right. They are just boys and it's Holi. We have to be a component part of the neighbourhood at to the lowest degree on merry occasions. Leave it ”, she reasoned.

Desh was pacified when he heard his wife's simmer down part and he bent down, gave her a quickly buss on her throbbing lips and left for the room access, uttering a meretricious estimable bye. He would not be back until late evening.

The main room access clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's hand went slowly to her privates. It was spontaneous, built on old age of experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly recollected the forenoon's risky venture, dwelling a few moments longer on Salman's vigorous thrust on her sari covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her puss through her thin sari and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting kiss on her neck, cheeks, earlobe and finally her lip. The discreetness with which her sexy body was manhandled by four studhorse, without the flimsy elbow room for complaint left her astonied and mysterious within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their first step and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the women in the area.

Deen entered the chamber after his father's departure more to tick on his Mom's condition. He needed no boost proof of her well being the minute he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her pussy through her saree. He heaved a sigh of relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.

"Mom would you like to stimulate a bathing tub"? he asked her, more in a rustling, close to her ear.

The pussy snuggling mother slowly opened her center and told her son that it may be honest to hold back until midday till the entire locality is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not take duplicate baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from the pitcher's mound she was caressing with a lot upkeep. Deen left her on the bed and noted the time. It was just half past nine and the fete 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 mo. She realized that there was some washing of clothes to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulders. It remained off her articulatio humeri when Manya picked up all the apparel from the lav and shoved them into the wash out machine. It remained off her berm when Manya threw her Theodore Harold 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 political machine. Since there were a few time of day still left for her bathroom, she decided not to remove her sari and clicked the washing simple machine on. The sudden energizing of the auto when her men were still on it, sent a throbbing right through her lusty body. She sat down next to the auto, her go away hand on the machine and the right hand inside her cunt, probing through her saree. For a full ten minutes she caressed herself to the electrical rhythm, thrusting her fingerbreadth right through the garment into her smashed pussy and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill moan and ran into the room, wondering what happened. His incoming was soundless and therefore he was attestator to his female parent's half naked form next to the car, heaving and panting with the live bursts of orgasm shuddering through her full moon body."What a horny woman ”, thought the dumbfound son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to unstrain from the surrogate release she had just experienced. She heard another ring of the door campana. Deen answered the door and came to recount Manya that all the inmates of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbouring construction. A aggregate of fifty invitees were expected, from the family line of all ally. A few games were also planned to make the show lively. Manya agreed to come along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to alter out of her introduce attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of promote drenching, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a sec in the mirror and saw that her clothes stuck to her body, wetly caressing her sexy curves and made her look rather provocative. She quickly shook the intellection from her head reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless berm, she left the theatre alongwith her senior son towards the next door terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the terrace were two other families and then there was Salman. Manya met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya's gaze too with a twinkle in his eyes. On the terrace, everyone's eyes were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since most of them had come prepared for a good morning of fun and games. About XX cleaning lady and 30 five men of all old age graced the occasion. Manya was the prize pick amongst the women and the fact that she came without her husband did not assist subject. Every dick on the terrace was erect within minutes of Manya's launching, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

In the first biz, everyone was made to sit in a circle and one person would run around with a hankey in script. He would drop the handkerchief behind any soul's back and that one had to describe it, piece it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind someone else's rear end. Sam ran around first and after three unit of ammunition dropped it behind Manya's aphrodisiac back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a roundabout. As she ran, her big tit under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with exaggerated energy. Her wet saree hugged her Brobdingnagian buttocks and they jiggled sexily with every step she took. If viewed in tiresome apparent motion, Manya's run would induce been the raunchiest run of all time for the sheer intimate zip it conveyed. She took three rophy and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind aphrodisiac 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 hired man. She ran around and dropped it this sentence behind Salman. Salman was almost expecting it. He took two rounds and again dropped it behind Manya's lush behind. Manya rose and began her dick stiffening run with her red-hot eubstance bouncing and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all. It was soon very readable that Manya was the dropping target because everyone wanted to see her sexy dead body in motion. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She was hoping somebody would make. Salman did and he suggested they play a unlike game called punishment. Manya sighed and looked at him in relief and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet pubes again.

In this secret plan the young appendage had to pick a gens from flock drawn and that epithet would have to converge with a punishment decided by the youngest appendage again. Deen being the untested picked up a name and much to everyone'surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and record out the selected punishment."shuffling bite for all fifty masses in half an hour. Select one someone to help you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a moment, wondering whom to cull for assistance. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not quick enough to assist her in this kind of job. Noticing Salman's bright look in her direction, she pointed her goody finger's breadth in his guidance. With a bellowing, everyone directed the couple to the kitchen in the basement, where the particular for sandwich preparation lay. Nobody else was allowed to enter the basement and it would mean a foul with further punishment.

Manya and Salman rushed into the elevator in a hurry and Salman pressed the threshold shut, clicking the cellar clitoris. Deen watched in interest as he saw his mother's fleshy rump disappear into the face lifting alongwith Salman. Her creamy spine with the saree right down to her ass was the last he saw of his juicy mom for the succeeding one-half an hour. He also saw Salman place his hired man on his mother's ass just before closing the elevator door, as if ushering her in.

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

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

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

"We don't have prison term Salman. Snacks have to be made ”, she protested. her protest was meek because his squeezing of her half exposed breasts had already started the juice factory in her pubic region. A becalm dripping began and her protests thereafter were merely symbolic. Even before the elevator reached the basement, he had her saree right off her lush body and he ushered her out of the raise, sari in deal towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a soul there as per the game. On his cell telephone set, he rang up the local restaurant owned by his own family and ordered them to redeem fifty packet of sandwiches within XX second at the basement. Putting the phone away, he looked at her full-of-the-moon soundbox, clad only in petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a rosiness and waited. Salman grabbed the horny homemaker by the berm and threw her on the basement floor in one quick apparent motion, raising her petticoat over her thighs. One script mauled her breast while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond honorable mention in threefold quick time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare level and flipped herself around, presenting her round, full ass to the Lester Willis Young macho-man who had pawed her so strongly this morning. He had also agreed to help oneself her in the biz and that made her more grateful. She bent on all fours and excite her ass at him as if to express her gratitude.Things happened in seconds as Salman, who already had his dick out, positioned himself behind the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite right given the post. Manya took his thrusts with gasp and yelps initially. As the powerful pistoning into her cunt assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful charwoman who was the wet dream of the neighborhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to swallow their prick into this lusty woman's twat and he was thrilled that he got there early. His paw reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon like dummy. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in the dawn but here, he was making up with a vengeance. titty and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten minute of arc busrt of passion which made Manya's forefront spin and pussy go uncivilised with secretion. Her fleshy hips and full boob got the ‘ veridical man discourse'from the stud and Manya screamed in lust at every thrust of his manhood. The alarm in his cellphone rang to bespeak the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly awake wife's lewdly presented kitty-cat."Bitch, take it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all over her ass and inside her heated love nest.

Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the heating plant of his lust. When their combined passion receded, they heard the basement bell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be smooth and rose, dragging up his trousers and went to foot up the snacks which would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the base, thought she heard the voice of Salman's beginner, who ran the restaurant. She heard some decision being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a cock sucking if there's time"… and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his pants. Sounds of something being unpacked came from the other side of the rampart. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said"We have fifteen more bit and my Dad is finishing the snack arrangement. We'll not be late."

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

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

"My good Manya, what are you truning into ”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to savor the mo screw Salman was throwing into her hungry, energise cunt. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her eubstance all over and sending her into a supercharged state of lecherousness. Manya gave herself up to his manfully assault and continued to milk his pecker with her cunt until they both came together in a smashing orgasm. Her second orgasm in to a lesser extent than thirty minutes with a maiden clip buff seemed so familiar, gratifying and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no recollective strange to the extracurricular charwoman and mother.

With just five minutes left, Salman loaded the bite handcart into the lift and signalled to her to wrap up 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 squeeze and said"Your son has got some force Dad. Is this where it all came from ? ”.

The old man could take up it no more. Less than two minutes were left for the couple to reappear on the terrace. He grabbed Manya's case and gave one long, wet kiss right hand on her back talk. Manya whimpered and went limp, her hand continuously caressing his organ through the pants. It was Salman's cry that forced the new couplet apart. Manya staggered into the lift, feeling hot and nasty. The elevator began its upward movement with the snack cart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a min dove right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped his lips straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya gasped in amazement for the next thirty second gear as her offspring rivet slurped her well fucked snatch like a honest lover. Her succus flowed in gratification and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her sari came down the moment the elevator threshold opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the sunshine of fifty people.

Their flushed faces told a tarradiddle but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son Deen. Deen knew when his female parent showed the freshly fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful face now. It was just the act of coming that he couldn't guesswork from her horny face. The simpleness with which Manya carried herself throughout the snack academic term despite all that her body had been through in the past few hr left Deen wondering and he developed some awe for his beautiful mother's ability.

The bite session had almost reached its end when one of the phallus cried out"foul foul ”. Everyone looked in his instruction. He was holding a restaurant tag in his manus which he discovered stuck to the base of his sandwich mail boat. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under operating instructions to take all hint of evidence that the nutrient was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to get overlooked just one packet boat. The mistake margin was small but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering decided a light hearted punishment for Manya, since even getting caught was part of the game. Deen was asked to settle on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to take a skipping circle and comport out thirty skips without a break.

Protesting with a joke, Manya took the rope and began skipping. Her saree was still quite damp and it stuck to her ass like sticking plaster. With every omission, her full, unhindered breasts danced and jumped in tandem with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a concupiscent, mind blowingly erotic batch, watching the wet, mature cleaning woman skip in front line of an hearing of L. Deen realised his stupidity in fixing that penalty for his luscious mother. But it was too late. Moreover the batch excited him no end. He lost enumeration of her skips and kept gaping, just as everyone on the bench did. Manya reached ten without any problem. Slowly, the top half of her sari or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each omission and by the time the sexy mother reached count XV, it fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crowd in pin drib silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous appeal of the fully exposed woman in their front. Her low worn saree was right at her hip bone, and the full, huge midriff with the juicy wet navel was ripplingly break. Her wholesome midriff flesh jiggled alongwith her melon like boob with the tit very clearly seeable for all to see. Topped by her sizeable meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to look normal because any stopping would mean that she would deliver to start skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with rousing and he suddenly shouted"XXX ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped xxx sentence or not. nonentity objected and the secret plan was over, leaving every male organ on the terrace aching and throbbing. The busty mother heaved a sigh of substitute and readjusted her pallu and waited as people came back to normalcy from that intensely erotic view they had witnessed. Deen's nub was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy female parent was on display and it was all carried on as a biz. There could give been no better mickle for a voyeur and he stored these simulacrum away in his mind for later use.

To break the ice after that hearty display by Manya, individual suggested that they all go to the turgid water cooler on the yard below for some final dunking. pee dunking was usually the last point in a Holi festivity. On the way down many women sympathised with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and biz. Some were awestruck too by the sheer sexuality 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 founding father at rest home totally day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a mild common sense of guilt trip and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a docile credit crunch to Manya's enormous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the older people. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their brittle bones. Many of the charwoman were also dunked, with furthest charge and sobriety. A few teenage miss were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to scream, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those female child. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his luxuriant mother's turn was almost due. It was Salman's father who took the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into the tank when nobody else was in it. fifty dollar bill pairs of optic took in Manya's wet, drippingly voluptuous form as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her saree stuck to her full curves and the behind helping dug into her ass fissure giving a crystalize moving-picture show, removing any gumption of secret about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pocket billiards and her full-of-the-moon soundbox rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly frame. Droplets of water supply in her deep navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their tongues out. Pin drop secretiveness hung i n the air again. Deen could however hear a resident mutter to himself, clutching his crotch,"Desh is a favourable bastard."The man standing next to him also heard him and he added a counter,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed daily with that piece of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this vulgarity with a conflate sense of anger and foreplay. He was as aroused as them. He saw picayune wrong in the ultimate strong-arm face of a genial impulse. He secretly wondered how his mom would take it if all the men in the neighbourhood made a beeline for her when her married man was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The moment she rose from the army tank, Salman himself carried her by her full waistline and dunked her all over again. She squealed this time, liking the familiarity of his unattackable hands and even managed to embroil him too into the armored combat vehicle with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pond, staggering to regain ground. In the cognitive operation their organic structure met, his crotch against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few minute, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did experience a wee bit of green-eyed monster at the full fondness the couple in the tank were displaying. The char being his female parent added a fiery electric arc to his mentation. For the next five min he watched and heard his squealing female parent 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 cooler. When the men started taking a few extra liberty on her still unaware self, Manya felt that fellow quiver in her loin. This was not the place to dedicate in to her impulse. She struggled out of the last man's groping hands and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the cheeseparing in the construction. The festivities were as practiced as complete and the great unwashed were clearing up.

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

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

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by friends was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum creative person. He looked at Manya with his deep middle taking in every snow leopard of her wet and lightly trembling body. The tremble was caused on report of the light breeze caressing her wet pelt. He led Deen's mother inside his apartment and guided her to the bathroom. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the morning's activities and could consider another half an hour. Recognizing Manya's urgency to carry a pee and her equally urgent pauperization to rid herself atleast of the dribble in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for her hairsbreadth. Manya tread softly on the carpet, hoping the people of colour water drip from her juicy body would not damage the carpeting. Her totally body was coated in red, including her face. If she were to stimulate a first appearance in this manner, none would pick out her by face. But now everyone in the area would spot her by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her flaring ass with the big fanny loving cup. 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 vicinity wet pipe dream and yet she maintained her own glory and control over things, managing to make everyone feel exclusive and special. In short nobody would bonk and tell on Manya. cipher wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The whole mansion was silent as Manya entered the can and left the doorway open for Sam to bring in the dryer 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 naked asscheeks on the toilet. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet sari, extracting all the dripping pee from it and placed it around her genu in figurehead, bunched up, but covering her thigh over the bathroom nates. Then she removed the saree pallu from her shoulder joint and squeezed it too, draining all the water system from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a throbbing in her loins. This metre the throbbing relaxed only the pee imperativeness but retained the other pressure - the force per unit area of her accumulated horniness. The entire aurora she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water and also experienced the exhibitionistic quiver of being on display during the little games. The whole series of outcome where she was treated as a pure luxuria object, but under the overall attire of self-regard gave her a licentious thrill. The two robust fucks given by Salman did pander her senses but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the skips where she felt l pairs of heart simply boring into her luscious form. She did view stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a unholy burst of horniness, she had continued. The lots of script that had felt her wet body up at the piddle tank only served to stimulate her desires higher and higher and she was fighting a valiant conflict not to let her arousal show. Doing all this in social movement of her son Deen did nark her for a minute but she was sure that he would understand it was all part of the festivity. Her peeing moments were also moment of sexual introspection and as the cobbler's last few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy snatch, she felt decidedly horny and awakened.

In a bid to rise and flush the toilet, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam's sudden entry with the dryer made her free fall the saree in her hand out of surprise. She lay seated on the toilet derriere, saree spread head around her thighs, sewer tail and reaching the floor. Her thorax was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful white meat through the damp, thin blouse. They were swaying all over the place in near total exposure all morning and even her hardened nipples were titillatingly exposed to the humanity. But now in the silence of his bathroom, with two blouse buttons off, their generous cleavage made a sass watering sight, as did Manya's awkward pose on the can seat in an even more ungainly condition of having pissed and not flushed the toilet. She couldn't rise now, since Sam had already entered the Bath and it would look embarrassing. She waited for Sam to understand her predicament and perhaps leave. She also noted the curious look in his eyes and followed their regard to look at her own chest and boobs. She gasped when she saw that her teat had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The wholly area from below her breasts down to six column inch beneath her belly button was fully open, with the smooth, overweight curvature forming a gentle fold around her waist. The fold was very arousing and Sam's artistic mind visualized a picture of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in respective flimsy costumes.

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

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

"well whatever you say Mrs. M,"said Sam, surprised at his own boldness and struggling to moderate his erection. Manya looked so delectable and sexy on the toilet seat and the fineness of the situation added to the lustiness.

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

Sam took up her offer and went behind Manya, dryer in hand. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet contraband hair. Manya made no change either to her sitting posture or her State of attire. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her full breasts and rigid teat very generously to Sam, as a wages for his effort. Sam's dick came into near physical contact with Manya's principal when he bent and ran the electric fan, holding her dense hair's-breadth in his hands in aesthetic admiration. The artist in him really rose to the occasion. He could consume carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His dick hitting the slope of Manya's face jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already call forth Manya too. She was finding it extremely unmanageable to sit idle with all the throbbing in her kitty, which was halfway into the loo. Her hand was placed at the grim possible stage on her abdomen and Manya was pained that she couldn't reach upto her now dripping cunt. The pressure level of Sam's putz occasionally on her font was not helping thing at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to desperation. Her breathing turned heavy. Sam's workforce were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful adult female sitting below, her rising bosom and all-inclusive pelvis drove him to madness. The begrime posture, the unflushed toilette, the common kitty-cat and the horny mother of his friend, all made up a mindblowing reference of dick tension for Sam. He switched off the dryer and caressed Manya's drumhead. Manya was indeed waiting for some such initiative. She always did wait for the man to make the first move. She hated saying no to someone with initiative.

The moment Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his handwriting over to her broad boob and mauled them over his manpower. She unhesitatingly reached below her body and yanked out her saree all the way up to her waist. Two hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the moment had come to extinguish some of it. As Sam's hands kneaded her breasts in unfluctuating calendar method of birth control she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the right-down motive of this well mauled female parent. Infact it was a admiration how she was able to take all that robust handling and brazen exposure in the morning. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his dick all over her groan face. She sobbed in arousal and on seeing the rock hard peter dangling before her optic, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to go down on and lick it, doing more take in than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her pussy began to cream and dribble half way into the loo alongwith her soaker ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her legs apart on either slope of the chiffonier. Sam understood her intent and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet place cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her legs. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening cunt before him, the pussycat succus having superimposed themselves on her urine smell. The mixture was rather wise and he dipped his head down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer lips in the operation. Manya thrust her hips upwards in seething lust and gripped his mind, dragging it into her boiling cunt. It was a unwashed vision of the horny lady of the house with her back on the crapper rear and her wooden leg and articulatio coxae wrapped around her teenage lover's psyche, heights in the air. She felt a gnawing in her loins and she lowered her slit from his face and spread her thighs wantonly on the seat in a half reclining pose. Sam needed no farther invitation and he simply shoved his bursting pecker into the horny mother's inviting cunt. The two of them started rapidly fucking each other. Sam wanted to please the voluptuous female parent as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate thrusts, making sure that maximum penetration was achieved. He went on for a wax five arcminute before his teenage enthusiasm could not accommodate it any more. Manya could find him cumming.

"admit it out, cum on my fount ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the end second and sprayed Manya's expression with his young seed.The offset spurt hit her like a slap, the secondly like a stroke, the tierce like a caress and the 4th like a fall of rainfall. All spurts ended up messing up her boldness and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful feature film. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The whole horny encounter took just half an hour and they both realized the need to move out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to tidy up up. Manya looked at her grimace and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her boldness had removed much of the red color and her typeface was clearer and more recognizable than before. She decided there was no meter to wash her face. There was no fourth dimension to wash her pussy either and she simply downed her sari and walked daintily out towards the main threshold. As she was leaving the door, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to give thanks them for using their lav. Deen was with them too. Deen could only speculate about the possibilities of his mother's criminal conversation in the stopping point one-half an hr but couldn't exactly put his finger on it. He was however felicitous that she could atleast wash her face a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the color was off. Of course she glowed and glowed.

With his luscious, lusty mother still clad in that licentious disconsolate saree clinging damply to her huge bum, her butt tornado clearly highlighted and her full book binding bare, right from the bottom of her thinly blouse to the upper can flare, Deen led her vertebral column to their home next room access. He did not acknowledge Salman hand one fond, fleeting squeeze to his Mom's well used ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a stone on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi fete was over, they were in for a surprise. The present moment they entered their gate, they were blasted with a stiff spray of water, which didn't stop for about one full minute. They couldn't make out the sprayer but Deen could vaguely progress to out the tall and athletic physique of his expert sidekick Prem, whom he had invited over. Since Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could liven up up the day. Prem missed the body process next door but managed to come late to care them. And what a sight he saw. It was a purely harmless intention when he hosed them both and it was quite the done affair on Holi. But on seeing the Department of State of his acquaintance's female parent after the drenching, his dick shot up in no sentence and he stood speechless, staring at the overwhelming fit of bend on the sexy cleaning lady before him. Deen noticed both his acquaintance's amazement and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the entire vicinity over the ample consistency of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no ostensible effort at reserve on her part.

Manya didn't know how to respond to the fresh drenching received, this prison term from her son's best buddy. Prem was tall and acrobatic and many a time Manya wished that one of her sons would be like Prem, hard and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled, he would one day make some charwoman very happy. Maybe woman too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her soaking, she welcomed Prem in and decided to fix dejeuner for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed cleaning woman into the house, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge backrest, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low saree and the few inches of blouse cover at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy, well utilise ass inside and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the food formulation. But before she could put her intellection into action, she heard the haphazardness of boy screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning home, not alone but with four of his friends, all aged 12. They were fantastic and joyous like all boys of that age and seemed the pits bent on dragging others into their gaiety. She looked on in amused happiness as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a little piddle sprinkler on his side. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their antic. Their next object was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their best acquaintance's own brother and not a stranger like Prem. One of them smothered his face, while another climbed onto his back and held him for others to spray piddle with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a full two minutes, but didn't want to call out at the child. The present moment they were through with Deen, they turned their attention to their dependable friend's female parent. A enceinte surge of familiarity and tenderness surged forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her full body, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could circle their hands. Their heads nuzzled her titty repeatedly, while their hands kept circling and hugging her naked shank and back. Two of them withdrew to caress her boldness with colouring. Manya bent a little lower to enable them to reach her aspect. Two boy concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted features, running their colour coated hands in designs around her boldness, nose and neck opening. Within a few indorsement Manya felt her saree top fall off while she was bent-grass. She held the saree pallu one hand without covering herself up because the repetitive son did not afford her the fourth dimension to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and bent in her lose weight, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously pleasant-tasting great deal for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to note whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a strong gaze and also saw Prem's dick stiffening in his cockeyed dungaree. Almost all of her breasts 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 bended form. His hired man sought her exposed belly push and his crotch driving force warmly into his favourite asscheeks. His people of color coated helping hand fingered her navel from behind an he continued to feel it till he was satisfied that it was filled with red color. Manya gasped in tickle at this stroking and the pressure of his warmly dead body against her ass. Binu moved his paw from his Mom's big navel and ran them all over her creamy belly and exposed portion of her coxa. That was a lot of figure and area to cover if he had to color it fully. He ravished his mother's body with his joyous, festive touch sensation, but the ghost for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to retain a smile while two others were stroking her face and even coated her rosy sassing in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused woman and she struggled to hold normality 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 split a blood vessel. He shifted behind a wooden cabinet in the room and started stroking his shaft from outside, hidden by the composition of furniture. In an equally randy state was the firm Prem who couldn't take any longsighted and he too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both acquaintance looked at each knowing and understanding the early's condition. Deen also felt he had an glimmering of the future.

The two friends watched Manya's right body being felt up in childlike glee and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the minute. It was light that all the aid on her consistence was turning her very horny. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in mild angriness towards her son, but to her uncomfortableness two other minor who couldn't reach Manya's face now took over the vacancy created by Binu. Now two pairs of paw were squeezing the sexy mother's monolithic midriff from behind in to the full, rank frenzy, but the horny charwoman could do nothing because they were minor and most certainly had no sexual intentions. She allowed them to experience and color her and relaxed her organic structure. The moment she did that, she felt three bridge player dragging her backwards so that Binu and his champion could spray water on Manya. At that moment, as portion would have it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thud on her big ass and lay flatbed on the floor, sari flung away from her chest, her nipple, breasts, the entire midriff almost upto her George Herbert Walker Bush fully revealed to the world. She writhed around first and tried to mount but all five boy chose that moment to charter out their plastic water sprinklers and nebulizer water on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were dismayed and Prem thought he heard a awful moan from his friend. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the front of his trousers a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to save embarrassment for both. Instead he turned to the hatful before him.

The voluptuous eubstance of the lady of the house was writhing obscenely on the base while five boys simultaneously sprayed water all over her. She didn't even scream or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking in the pelting on her nerve, bosom, waistline, belly and thighs. The boys soaked her with gusto, one of them catching her right on her pussy. Since the spray was strong and focalise, Manya let out a moan. Her cunt was already dripping for the last few moment and mingled with the wetness of their aspersion and the dampness of her sari. Binu, her son was aiming his atomizer right wing at her navel and he kept the spray until the water was over. The quite a little was outrightly vulgar and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated prick ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked body. He was out of control now and so was Manya. The five fry including Binu may not get understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and he was convinced that if there was one woman in the world who needed to be fucked into obliviousness, it was aphrodisiac Manya. He made a silent 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 piss and left the topographic point, singing out their thanks and effective byes. The vernal of them even helped a panting, writhing Manya to her pes, his hands around her shoulder joint, and his prick pressing into her face. Even here Manya was not dispense with and her moan was muffled by the thrusting of a child dick into her face. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy's crotch and to her emit jar, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful aspect. Her eyes flared and her body throbbed in half defenseless excitement and confusion.

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

The intense intimate repercussions of hr of exposure and body groping turned the horny mother of two into a multitude of charged flesh, that would catch fire if the heat in her dripping loins was not cooled. Her boobs were trembling on their own accord and her heavy hips heaved about gently as if the weight of lustfulness was too a great deal. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched body and she could hear herself sobbing in enormous restless luxuria. Deen was stunned and he went over to hold his female parent by her over aroused shoulder joint. The vivid heating which emanated from her body almost made him quail in shock. Her cheek wore a mask of lust as she looked up in a sexual haze. Deen decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the physician. 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 unassailable powerful look and her lustfulness charged needy feel met in a perfective exchange. She was quivering when he held her by the waist. His manly grip made her shudder and she went hitch in Prem's implements of war. Holding her by her articulatio coxae, he made her kneel on the trading floor, removing her saree in one single move. No intelligence were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy look. No Holy Scripture were needed too. He brought out his vast cock and placed it at the entrance of her drippy cunt. His manus held her by her full-of-the-moon and hot breasts. The boilersuit passion in her trunk amazed him even in his own horny State Department. He withdrew his dick from Manya's pussy after an initial probe. He heard her whine, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him. The bitch needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to founder it.

For the next ten minutes, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his Brobdingnagian cock in and out of the horny Manya's aroused fathead. Her voluptuary trunk jerked and vibrated under his tremendous onrush. He was simply ravaging her wet and willing hollow. She began to howl and shriek and continued her high pitched response to his steadfast, hot stroke into her dynamite cunt. Loud guttural audio came from the horny mother as her son's Best acquaintance balled the hell out of her lusty, stacked body. Every in of her luxuriant human body responded to this explosive screw. His hands mauled her already well mauled dope. But she felt the grip and heat energy to be so wild, that she felt her nipples may collapse out of her soft and house hill. She thrust her soaker, hot derriere back at his shaft begging him with groan and beckoning him rich with hoarse grunt. It was mating of the highest intensity level and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son's pal and with the independent door right open. They didn't notice or care. The fucking continued in its illicit strength till the horny mother felt the initiatory flood of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing musical rhythm, he timed his release to co terminate with the voluptuous married woman's own serial publication coming. He shot loads and piles when he came. Manya felt her unit insides being washed with his potent semen and her pussy continued to pulsate and hold tight fiercely at his ejaculating cock for five More moment. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this well by a hammer of this size.

The rivet slowly withdrew his dick from his booster's mom's pussy and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the main door was candid. It was left open deliberately by Deen himself. He had to sneak back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a doctor but a good impregnable fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the first station. He sighed and looked down. His dick hung limp, much to his relief. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton act of adultery. He saw his own mother getting the screw of her life. And she got fucked pooch way, like a reliable beef in heat.

Chapter 10

The adulterous wife stirred gently, her naked scurvy body pressed against her Danton True Young lover's, in a sideway embrace on the trading floor. It was a impassioned, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her full body by masses of all eld had carried her lust to a summit when she was sprawled wet on the ground before her sons, writhing more out of horniness than any need to escape their drenching of her luscious body. She opened her eyes and looked into Prem's eyes, unaware that her son Deen was in the background, unobserved but watching every movement of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's deep centre and a wave of gratitude flooded her insides. He was her knight in shining armour who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his cock still inside her soak cunt and while stirring noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at this discovery of his youthfulness and kissed him softly on his eyes, licking some of the beads of sweat, her hired hand holding his head, while she felt him doing the same to her nerve. Prem licked Manya all over her typeface, his lips dabbing at her cheeks, neck and optic, while his hands hugged her juicy body even harder to himself in a potent gesture of take over. Manya was gladdened at this presentation of warmness and she purred her acceptance by thrusting her lush pelvic region even closer into him, feeling his prick commence a solidifying process while her succus began to spread over it. Deen, who had watched his protagonist give his Mom her hardest ever fuck, took their inspiration to be a foretoken of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the house and getting even after a spell so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the family in this site, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one last look at his mother's luscious 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 office, leaving the room access as it was.

Feeling Prem's gumshoe begin to knife into her pussy, Manya rousing was back into reckoning. She twisted her lower body, as if trying to reset the positioning, when her head fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully open room access. Alarmed but not showing any abruptness in reaction, she relaxed her physical structure against his and continued looking at the room access. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature lady's concern, decided to close the room access. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his put up dick from her sloppy snatch. The sudden void made the horny Manya sigh and sob but she waited with flaring eyes for him to close the door. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the entirely piece of garment which she had on. Prem closed the door and turned to the naked, waiting mother. He walked slowly across the way, his hard dick swaying gently, hitting his abdomen with every step. It looked like a hot, sword rod to the au naturel, wanton woman on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a sofa and continued to look at Manya, with a twinkle in his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled across the room towards him, her lush body taking five act to reach him, each twist highlighting her sizeable asscheeks in the most obscene fashion imaginable. She reached the couch and looked up for her eyes to converge his throbbing dick. Reaching out, she held it by her paw, using its callousness to grow and look him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his ally's female parent. Manya kept stroking his rooster and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her kitty. Prem's dick entered with a swishing sound, making the hot lady of the house sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his promontory lovingly, while he held his hands up to tweet and coquette her juicy breasts in a clockwise motility, occasionally letting his finger tweak her pap. Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling into a heaving up and down motion on the intemperate cock, feeling it poke and reach out veracious upto her belly. His stiffness facilitated great transition for the sexy woman's thrusts and she did so in slow and continuous motions, building up a luscious yet searing rhythm. Her son's best champion had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in coming back, in the process helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well organize sex lasted five slow, loving minutes where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their bodies seemed like parts of one entity and looked complete only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurts were long and thick, each spurt being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly shortening burst. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest deep tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off equilibrium, but allowing her to bask the strength, handle and sheer joy of physical bonding with her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his eye and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a in effect Quaker of his. He looked like a boy with strong interiors and discernment. When he kissed her there was warmth, and there was also care. The satiated female parent suddenly wondered whether she would feel the Sami way kissing Deen, or Binu. The mentation made her shiver but she realized that there was footling to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the lip. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was surely that the day was near when Binu would snog her on the lips. He was aggressive and he was physical. On her contribution she would intercept none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent development and send discordant impulses about sexuality. They had to learn about sex the born way and they had to discover about intimate propriety also the instinctive way, even if it was a bit check and at the price of her own discomfort. All her life story, she never said no to a hug and never refused an betterment from decent males. For her Word she believed that the greatest discipline was ego discipline. But deep within she felt that she may have to play a function in Deen's realization. He was too silent, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya prayed that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of asking Prem but looking at his big hands on her sweaty breasts and his tool half out of her enchant twat, she decided that the moment was later.

The sentence was nearly two in the good afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the house, leaving Manya naked on the couch, contented and smiling. She went nude to the doorway and shut out it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of events. There could not suffer been a better day for her lush, sex starved physical structure. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before the entire locality and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny Male of all years throughout a wet morn. Following that, she had been given a Weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now Prem completed her day with two of the most robust piece of tail her poverty-stricken body had ever been given. The tremendous thing about it all was that none of her sweetheart made her smell slutty about the all thing. She still felt she was in command."Was the day discharge"? she wondered with a smiling. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a little later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her sleeping room. She dropped them for dry wash finally and with a sigh, examined her au naturel trunk in the mirror. Her luscious titty hung like advanced fruit on her full, fair chest and as she moved her handwriting over them she stroked them casually and went further down her grand waistline and belly. Her fingers stopped at her belly clitoris. For a bit she dug into it gently as if to ensure and break what was it that made her son Binu so enamoured by it. The moment her digit stroked inside its depths, she felt a moistening in her loins and a pounding right down from her get down abdomen. She could experience her purulent come alive and the impulses almost carried upto her navel. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for boost probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a pussy to her, displaying the Lapplander wanton receptiveness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to explore, she thought with a sentiency of surprisal, but not with any dismay. She was never alarmed by person wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the doorbell hoop. She knew it was Deen. Having no clock time to do, she took a biggish towel and wrapped it around her full, naked form and went to open the door. Along the way, as was her habit, her right bridge player, wound its way under the towel to caress her kitty, which had plenty of Prem's cum on it. It was dainty to feel the ooze and she slipped nearly half her fingerbreadth inside her twat, to gather all the wetness. Before any unplayful probing could start out she reached the door and opened it with her left hand, removing her right hand from her pussy at the same meter. She saw Deen with two bags.

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

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

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

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

Getting a starting, Manya fumbled for a minute before replying"Oh, it was the soap I was trying to get outdoors 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 answer out the hot Chinese food into two plates.

Manya sat at the tabular array and the two of them noiselessly ate for the side by side ten minutes, not at all surprised at how hungry they were.There was no citation about the doctor Deen had left the house to call. On finishing, Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and rose to launder her mitt. Deen watched her movements with interestingness, particularly observing her immense asscheeks jutting out at the base of her hip and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulder joint looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the give away field from her knee to her bare metrical unit served a horny reminder of the day's outcome and the gamy octane action his mother's lush consistence had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trousers as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a storm aid when she said"I'm going to bathe Deen and I'll call you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need serve to get the color fully off ”.

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

Manya turned on the shower and for the first time since the former day, began to enjoy a full fledged tub. She felt the piss cascade over her bountiful breasts and flow teasingly all over her torso, loads of it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her passions and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her mitt soaped and lathered her well ravished, glowing form and for a full moon ten minutes she revelled in the twin pleasures offered by the strong shower and her own rubbing. She couldn't say that she missed having a bathing tub with all the merciless dunking she received that morning, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy organic structure. The bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her grimace with a racy smiling and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't stretch it to wash the colour away.

"Deen could you please come and assist me ”, she called out through the half undetermined threshold. She had left the threshold open for Deen to come in later, but was herself naked during her luxurious bathtub. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly brilliant trunk through the vertical slit at the corner of the door and the moment she called out, he entered just in time to see her wrapping her towel around her waist and reverse her back towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's full wet back with the delicate material body around her flaring waist. She had tied the towel almost at the beginning of her asscrack. Her back was red from all the colour, except in little plot where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soaped work force to partake her at the waist, his hands getting drawn to the sexy folds on either side on their own. The sexy female parent gasped at the touch modality. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her heavy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her spine. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him declare her by her defenseless waist for a patch, before whispering"My back Deen. murder all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a blush, he moved his hands, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon vine like broad breasts. Manya had her deal across her chest and submitted herself to his workforce as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped sure red areas where the 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 scrubbing of his mom's lush back that his hand got dim and tiresome and his breathing heavier. The sexy mother felt her son's intimation on her naked, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool down him. She quickly turned on the shower and the spray of poise piss wet both female parent and son as they stood within a animal foot of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, ineffectual to keep his erection. He was drenched too within no time and learn his mother's wide laughter.

Her husband's disgusting behavior last Nox had left Manya Sir Thomas More than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected body. 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 exhibit the remotest tinge of remorse for having left her high and dry at his foreman'party and now showed sheer callosity in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked married woman felt that she didn't merit his attitude or his attributes. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her nude consistency as if in reassurance but realized with a smile that the high electromotive force fucking she had been receiving over the last couple of days were a far greater sureness of her desirability. And the fact that she was able to draw teenage macho-man to her mature, curvaceous body and leave them panting for Thomas More made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a entire bod attractor who drew men and boy of all long time, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of feels and squeezes which her younger son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her body to people rather than the creative thinker and she resigned herself to the fact.

Midway through her self-contemplation, her son Deen walked in to announce that he was leaving for schoolhouse and left immediately when he saw his mother lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the cover version. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her husband's front in the bedroom. Her comfort grade with nudity had been rising over meter and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The minute Deen left the house, Manya raised her nude consistence off the bed and went across to keep out the room access. She was naked in the confidence that she would now be alone in the house. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the sofa and circularise one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her hand around the glower abdomen, she clicked the idiot box on and saw some vocal being telecast. The randy housewife looked quite obscene in that military strength with her pinkish cuntlips being wide open in cause there was a spectator. Crusted cum deposits decorated her inner thigh and out sass. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two grungy numbers, Manya herself began to experience raunchy and started to imagine herself in the men of the various lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead danseuse in those Sung. A tide of tickling ran through her as she wondered how she would look on stagecoach being thoroughly felt up by ten young and strong male dancers. She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell 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 raunchy position on the sofa. She was relieved to hear a female voice reply. It was Sana, the neighbor's XVII year old daughter. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a minute of arc ”, called out the nude painting fair sex as she quickly went into the sleeping room and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a pocket-size towel over her chest and went to open the threshold for Sana, her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the thin towel.

Sana'a came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman's body from psyche to toe. Manya was her god and Sanaa's reason for idolizing her was that all the neighbourhood boys, kept talking only about Manya in total luxuria and awe rather than about younger girls like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would have a hard time warding off other guys from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon vine like breasts, swung freely, unshackled by any restrictive article of clothing. She was also perplexed that Manya's tit were tumid even at this prison term of the day. She knew little about Manya's appetite for knockout sex and her ever horny disposal. In her eyes she was the honest homemaker who couldn't help it if she was blessed with a well stacked, knock out body. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every time the teenager poked her waist to enjoin her she was very desirable even for womanhood. It was cheerful raillery. Suddenly Sana'a said,

"aunt Manya you looked rather aphrodisiacal the former day while skipping ”.

A bit puzzle, Manya thanked her sweetly.

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

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

"Everyone aunty 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 next Aunt Manya,"she warned innocently.

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the innocent young lady. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in future tense. Time flew and it was getting closer to lunch time. Suddenly Sanaa suggested that they should parliamentary law luncheon from their family restaurant. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to wangle. Sana quickly phoned her eating house, ordering enough nutrient to subscribe to care of Deen, Binu and a couple of others also if necessary.

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

The guy were in high spirits with Sam constantly teasing sana and salman giving hungry looks towards Manya. After a while, Manya decided to fetch the plates and lay the nutrient on the board. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The instant they went into the kitchen, Salman caught hold of the voluptuous wife by her generous pelvic girdle and thrust into her saree covered ass, his hired man fully covering her braless blouse and milking her tits. Manya resisted for a while in discomfort but knew that she couldn't for too long. She kept eyeing the living room, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly decide to help out too. Manya's hands tried to assemble some dental plate and dish together while her kitty tried to oppose off the gushing juice from mystifying within her loins. The immature teenager showed capital anxiety in his mauling of the well endowed wife's physical structure from head teacher to toe. His hands covered her apparel variety everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his hand right up to her wet goofball, cupping and feeling it in a strong grip. Manya gasped and let out a light squeal. Her body began to experience the familiar concussions and her boob 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 early mantrap. Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sanaa may wish to come with you. ”.

"Sure Salman,"said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by the two guys. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his time with the beauteous Sanaa while Salman had the lush and sexy Manya free and horny. The door closed and the floodgates opened for the unlawful duad. Standing in the same plaza, Manya and Salman began a rapid fire fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen tabular array. In the live two daylight the kitchen table was used for anything but food prep. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his offspring face as he pumped into her, Manya was all raptures as the young stud's drive drove the blues of her husband's negligence away. Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous leap, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly coquet them as if wanting to trim down them to pulp magazine. Manya's lust skyrocketed to great heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheated sex starved eubstance. Five transactions of ceaseless pounding into the lusty lady of the house's cunt had Salman spewing out spoonfuls of ejaculate deeply inside her womb, hugging her wholesome torso ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Manya to be so ravish. His vigor pleased her and his turncock still felt hard inside her sodden pussy even after the banging he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his knife greedily.

Not letting Salman's cock out of her cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in modest leaps towards the bedroom. A surprise Salman understood her design and let himself hop along with her ripe onto her bed. The feel of his still erect cock in her cum washed kitty-cat continued to stoke the fires in her stomach. She craved for another pounding. A young man always came quickly 1st. But new tool nip back to erection quickly too. Her advanced body could never be satisfied with a single round of sex. She craved for the next unit of ammunition ravenously. She was a bunny for the second shtup. She was a slave to Young cock.

Knowing they had at least another ten minutes the sex charged couple took off on the cheating mother's marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent pregnant months with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into delicious slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her brains fucked out of her by the neighborhood stud. Again here, he was fucking her doggie style. She was on all quartet and he was ramming her juicy cunt from behind. Their combined juice trickled out down her toothsome thigh to soak the bed sheet fully. The fucking and the soaking continued for the next ten proceedings, during which the horny char mewled, screamed and cried out on rapture without the fright of being heard. She gave full volcano to her bursting passion by imploring him to fuck her laborious and true.

"Fuck me hard Salman ”, she begged."shtup my cock starved snatch. ass your booster's horny Mom,"she wailed, surprising Salman with her wantonness. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs. M could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was adulterous. He literally rammed and rammed his steely cock in and out of her pulsating cunt till the stage came when she was about to cream. He could palpate her cunt heftiness tighten around his thrusting rooster and the milking get Thomas More frenzied. His absolute mauling of her heave boob reached cock-a-hoop proportions and finally both of them collapsed in a sight on the creaking bed, going through convulsive sexual climax with Salman lying on top of the mature woman's huge ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her release. The pair duet looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five mo to disentangle themselves from each former's hold.

Salman pulled up his trousers and said"Let me help you primp Mrs. M ”, and went over to tuck her saree into her waist. He squeezed the flesh there in approving, drawing a moan from the well fucked mother. They tidied each other up as best as they could and went into the living room just in time to get a line the buzzer. Sam and Sana entered with reddened looks on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any questions and the two couples ate in tot secretiveness. It was a full meal and took more than XV minutes. Manya felt a little rawness in her pussy and once in a spell cupped it with her left manus in the course of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his lips. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's interestingness create a further ripple in her downcast belly.

After the meal, Sanaa said she had to look an art course of instruction and requested her brother to drop her. She wanted to be unloose of Sam because of the fear of any doubt in Aunt Manya's creative thinker about them. Aunt Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state, as Salman led his sister out of the house, agreeing to throw away her. He closed the room access shut behind him, not looking at Sam.

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

"Did he do it hard and well ? ”, enquired Sam softly of the extramarital 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 lounge. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the hand of the sexy housewife and made her lie down matted on the couch. Sam kissed her cheek all over lovingly and even lapped her exertion beads in a attendant show of affection. He kept kissing her for a full five arcminute all over her face and lips, holding her full shoulder and then gradually moved his school principal to bury it in the full moon mounds on her chest. He bit the teat though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this sentence making Manya clutch his head. He spent another five transactions on her chest, worshipping them before he dipped his headland onto her wide-cut and huge midsection. Manya gasped as his brim found her navel and let out a fully aroused moan, long enough to let him realize that he had her almost at his mercifulness. After his nibbling covered the full territory of her belly and exposed hips, she was a heave up tidy sum of soma before him. The sexy mother heaved her hips and jerked them towards his boldness. The very discernment, tender mountain lion then raised the horny mother's saree up to her waistline and dipped his forefront right into the mature woman's bozo. His tongue probed like a paintbrush into her dripping pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her hired man gripped his hair and she pushed his head into her steaming snatch, so that his tongue could go deeper and thick. Sam obliged the lust aroused older fair sex, inhaling her musky smell with a loudly sniff, which made her pussy mouth dance with delight and cacoethes. Sam led the sore woman out of her soreness with his discreetness and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, stage splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ shtup Me'written in bluff letters all over her voluptuous, well used soundbox. She looked pleadingly towards her Thomas Young devotee, her centre doing the asking.

Sam felt her pussy and it was so rob and dripping that he felt she could convey three dicks. He thrust his hired hand first into her slit and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his hired man and brought out his hard and eager tool. Slowly and caringly he entered the married char's horny cunt, feeling her cunt muscles spring up from nowhere to buckle his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her senses leave her as Sam began a slow and steady ass motion. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His peter had also got itself out of the first fuck precipitation with Sana earlier and right now he was well poised to cave in this horny mother a deliciously long ass. He knew she would bang it.

Long, deep and sweetie came the throw of his pecker in and out of Manya's cunt. She raised her pelvic arch to cater the counter driving force and he held her hips to support the thrusts. Their consistence moved in perfect regular recurrence as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor. The sedate start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five mo. Incredibly their fuck continued unabated for another five arcminute till Sam felt Manya's cunt muscularity gripping his dick harder and harder until they suddenly released their custody. He gave one final violent thrust into her boiling pussycat just then to time his spill with hers. Both their releases were noiseless, filled with mutual quilt and understanding. It was the mating of souls.

Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam hard to herself and lavished his face with hot and sweaty kisses for long moments. She lay in his arms for a long meter, feeling the cacoethes drain out of her well fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt desire. She felt like a reliable woman. Sam on his constituent, looked smug and content, watching the half naked mother's beautiful features which looked better each time they made love. If only she'd agree, she'd take a shit a great and natural manikin for his brush or camera.

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

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya's good body was already pleasured by four Thomas Young studs, the paper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive lover. Each was a unlike experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, relaxed sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the veneration of getting caught stifled her sounds but raised her release levels to unaffected acme. The relaxed ass spread the whim to all section of her sexy physical structure making every pore of her hide glow in response. Here, lying bleak ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glow, making Sam gaze in continued amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring center. Then her eyes turned soft and she reached out her arm to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his hands cupping her radiant face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the luxuria temporarily out of her system was a bit concerned about the prison term. In about half an hour, her sons would get in. Her husband would come to collect his grip before leaving for his flight but she could never foreshadow the time of his arrival. But she was sure he would exit soon after his arrival in a tearing rushing. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more metre they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his candy kiss, kneading her big tit softly. His after sex play was very tender and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet lips from his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say.

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

Manya blushed beautifully at his skanky line, her hired hand involuntarily moving to her kitty-cat cumulus, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must have secreted a nursing bottle full of juices, or honey if she were to believe his flattery. She kept cupping her kitty-cat while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his part let his hands roam freely on her full chest. Their consistence once again exchanged the warmth of perfect physical understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the love test"?

Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned ruby-red than ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew they had very little or no metre. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that supernumerary special manner. But she was confused and lost for time. Sam took the enterprise and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of dear. Before the sexy wife could talk, he opened it and poured a few drop curtain right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussy. That made the beautiful womanhood pant in pleasance and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his glossa spread the honey all over her pussy backtalk, dragging the sweet-scented smooth deeper to circle her love bud. The horny housewife's stage were wrapped around her young devotee's mind on the sofa, her hands on his head, with his heading buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and bare and his delectable act generated farther heat in her body, causing her luscious pelvic arch to begin a dim grind against his swosh face. Her twat was a muss with her own juice, his cum and the honey. The resultant sense of taste and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved woman's eubstance for years together. Her secernment levels were whelm and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be capable to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, voluptuous body at his garbage disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the aroused homemaker's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell doughnut. Manya's first chemical reaction was panic but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pluck up his apparel and run into the kitchen. She donned her underskirt with the dear treated juices dripping from her heated pussy. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly fucked woman of the house, opened the door to let in her children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their tousle mother. Her torso was sweaty, whisker uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with perspiration. Sweat had dampened her full segmentation too and Binu found his mother's chest to be fascinating mound by themselves. Instead of his usual motion towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his face into her big segmentation, his hands rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every stomate of his full moon bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the copious spread from the restaurant.

In the course of feeding her kids, Manya got back to saneness until Binu suddenly noticed the bottle of beloved lying on the living room board and said"Mom do we use honey for any of these things to savor better ?"

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

It was just before her sons finished their food that the extramarital mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to lead through the kitchen door. He did so but not before grabbing the hearty housewife by her shank and giving a farsighted and wet kiss on her full lips. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen door. Hoping that her Logos had not heard the buss, the lusty mother returned to authorize the table, while her sons went to commute their apparel. She felt sticky all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had slurped away about of the beloved and deep within she could still feel the light dabs of his tongue all over her insides. She experienced yet another chill and decided that she should bath before her bodily mess was too obvious to her kids.

The bath was cleansing more than refreshing for the straying wife and female parent. In the grade of ten minute of arc she wiped out every ghost of her hot sex sessions that her consistency could bear. What she could not wipe out was the extra wise glow on her face which came only from good, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a ovalbumin, semi transparent saree and wore it without a petticoat. She also matched it with a white blouse without a bra. The sari fell right down her hips and settled at the lowest possible level. It did look like it would fall right off her juicy body any mo. The cobwebby texture gave ample hints of her trimmed George Bush and full thigh from the front and her well rounded but firm asscheeks from the rear. With her full bodied charms being highlighted to their uttermost, she looked a lust holy man in White River. Her beautiful face was relegated to the ground by her opulent curve ball protruding fully out of her flimsy saree and pie-eyed blouse. Wanting to expend some time with her kids, she walked towards Deen's room. On the way she heard the bell. She opened the door to see the flower trafficker. She gave him his most heavenly wad of the day, her fully white meat showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midsection exposed all the way down to her thick black bush. She saw his eyes focused on the V region between her thigh and crossed them as if to draw his attention. His gaze right into her President George W. Bush sent a mild pleasure impulse through her body. She allowed him to caress her hand while giving the flush. Even as the door was overt she lifted her custody above her head to secure the prime in her tomentum. In doing so the housewife's total midriff embedded with that abstruse and provocative navel was on display to the efflorescence trafficker. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the madam as much as tripped, her whole saree would number undo, leaving her splendid, fleshy charms open to the reality. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's way to find Binu also there. Deen was at his table studying while Binu was on the bed trying to interpret something. Manya took a Quran and slipped side by side to Binu, lying on her stomach. She took one of her darling romanticistic novels to learn. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her well toned and fair calves. Deen looked at his sexy female parent's physique. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white saree and being on her stomach, her curvy shank and hips were totally exposed to their regard. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about eighty pct of her dorsum bare right up to her asscrack. With bloom in her whisker she looked every inch a Brigid on her wedding ceremony nighttime and in that minimal wear she looked a bride who ached for a piece of ass. Manya turned around suddenly onto her dorsum while reading. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally swept off her shoulders and the tush of the saree was now almost midway up her thigh. Manya kept meter reading, seemingly unaware of the eubstance display she was putting on. Her attire was nothing new before her youngster and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her ample thigh. Her breasts rose and fell with each hint and her belly responded with minuscule heaving motility of its own. She looked a luscious piece of beauty and Deen felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd body language. He saw Binu also notice their horny mother.

Binu swung into natural process very soon. He kept his playscript aside and placed his head on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not wee any sudden movement. Binu began his exploratory recitation of his mother's fleshy diaphragm. He first kissed it all over in sluggish and steady licks. He concentrated on the ticklish and sensitive zone around her deep omphalus and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her hand on her son's promontory lightly but did not await down. Binu carried his fascination for his mother's hot eubstance to higher horizontal surface when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the sexy mother squeal and jest. But both female parent and son again settled into their respective pursuits. Manya could feel the lunar time period rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each piece into her navel. The succus gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was sure that Binu could sniffle her foreplay olfactory property. If Binu sniffed it he didn't show it but his hands now fully encircled his mother's big hips and drew her lush lower torso further into his nerve. Manya's diaphragm 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 coxa trying to appear formula. Her hot pants carried across the room towards him and when he saw her face, the troubled feature film starkly reflected the burning lust within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their pelt when he moved his fountainhead closer to Manya's bosom and said"Mom, when was the last clip I had milk from your breasts"? A sandbag Manya looked at her son's school principal which was just a few inches from her right titty. Deen felt his prick harden at the sight of his younger Brother looking at his Mom's breast while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her sari top off.

"You were very young then Binu. You can not toast 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 pelvic girdle. Her saree had slipped even low-pitched and Deen could see that the outset of his mother's lower hips. Binu's hired hand was resting on that ridiculously exposed character as he talked.

The sexually disquiet female parent managed to mutter,"No milk will come out now Binu ”. But Manya's younger son would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering her to leave him to taste her milk in a infantile monstrance of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his chum was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the situation. Suddenly to his stark amazement and fantastic arousal, he saw his fountainhead breasted get unbutton her blouse and party whip out one wax boob and force it into Binu's accepting mouth. His stopcock ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into her untried son's sassing and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just kept still as Binu feasted on his mother's breast while his mitt were still placed on her full-of-the-moon, exposed hips. Deen adjusted his shaft in his gasp but couldn't take his eyes off that rampantly sight. Binu kept suckling for one wide minute, during which Manya simply sat back, brain up, bureau 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 move to take away her son's capitulum from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snigger saying that there was no Milk River and the taste was not as good as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the present moment even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the same exposed pose 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 minute she turned and in the same trucking rig nude condition, slept with her backbone to her son Deen, showing him the total and high cheeked glory of her ass. Binu had left the room after his titty suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the well exposed organic structure of his Mom, a few feet away, bursting all over with curves, the Lester Willis Young son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking tutelage not to make any audio. He kept looking at his female parent's massive derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack throughout his frenetic masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his oculus off his mother's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the first off 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 domain of lust after all the attention she got from her son. It did not bother her judgement as much as it bothered her hot consistence. Binu had got her juices started all over again. Her right paw rested again on her kitty-cat through her transparent saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete CVA since Deen was in the elbow room. Deen observed every unity movement of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to take a walking to chill off. Binu had already gone off to his friend's piazza. He whispered into his mother's ear that he would be gone for an minute or so and Manya nodded in her partial sleep. Deen took one look at his sleeping female parent, digesting her exposed body and absolute knockout of her side. He also noted that her saree had now gone rightfulness past her thighs to just a few inches below her hot pussy. He left the house and locked the door behind him before he burst a blood vessel.

Within min after Deen's leaving the theater, Manya heard the front door 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 while to study in his wife'attire and dreamy looking. In that white saree she looked a dream. But the saree looked like it would slew right off her body. He caught her by the articulatio coxae, storm Manya. Instead of the fondling and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the folds of the saree and tried to tuck them gamey around her shank. The saree refused to oblige and he let it fall again. Manya held her husband by the shoulder, hoping that his design going away for a hebdomad would constitute him a bit more amorous. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedroom to throng his suitcase. He took a few minutes and came back again to the keep room to render a brief kiss to his stunning married woman. Manya limply accepted the kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his trip. Even those dashing attempts she had made to stroke his dick through his trousers did not jolt life into Desh. lifetime could not possess got more thwart for the lovely wife.

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

Her two sons were happy when their female parent suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to take her mind off all things sexual. The three of them reached the movie house mansion got their tickets. With Manya in the middle, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom interior. A bunch of local youths gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's lush ass sway away from them in a brain blowing manner. Manya ignored them like she always did. interior, while watching the film, both sons held their Mom's hands from either English possessively. Binu was firmer in his bobby pin and his articulatio cubiti frequently brushed against the incline of her tit. Manya relaxed against his elbow after a while, engrossed in the celluloid. Once in a while she felt Binu's handwriting on her second joint whenever a laughable picture came on screen. He would just squeeze her thigh and bump off his hired man. Manya became more and more than aware of Binu's hands after that. By the end of the photographic film, Binu had elbowed her mamilla almost throughout the movie and squeezed her interior second joint at least seven to eight times. Deen observed nearly of this and only kept caressing his arduous dick without his Mom's placard. Manya was confused from all the natural event, but also very wet between her second joint. Her torso knew only one way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting copious love juices.

When the film ended they rose to leave. There was a yearn and winding staircase leading to the exterior. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's handwriting and walked down the stairs along with the pic going crowd. There were plenty of Guy who were eyeing the ample soundbox of Manya and some of them came right behind her and fray their dicks hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at least five of them grind their dicks into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a couple of inviolable kneads. Manya didn't want to create a picture there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her wellspring stacked body with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the hugging and groping being received by his voluptuous mother. It drove his dick into overdrive and he stored some of the images for masturbatory reference later in the night. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to look naked, then it was his female parent's.

As Manya stepped off the hold out step, she also felt her rear getting its last anon. grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the place she put her subdivision around her two sons and the triad left for home. They had a light dinner on reaching menage and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother whenever his Father was away. Throughout the dinner, Deen could feel his sidekick's restlessness and eagerness to wind up his feeding. 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 aphrodisiacal housewife had merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her hoarded wealth to the world. Binu cuddled up to his full bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the lights and crept up to the bedroom door which was unbarred. Through a minor slit at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a nighttime lamp. He could pretend out their shifting and moving class and pick up his beautiful Mom murmur many a meter. He didn't hear Binu's voice but only his mother's soft groan and murmuration. His brother had one leg thrown over his aphrodisiacal Mom's pelvis. He was hugging into her from seat, his drumhead on her beautiful neck opening, his putz pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single level of flimsy garment. His hand which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all over her huge, defenseless midriff. His Mom did not say anything former than groan occasionally. In the still of the nighttime, at that moment, the telephone rang next to Manya and her sleeping son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

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

Manya felt the flow of rake quicken through her. Binu's ministrations had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not stop him. She also realized that she probably did not want to hold on him. She was fully wet from feeling his youth shaft against her entire ass and his bore stroking of her stomach and pelvic girdle added fuel to her raging fires.

"Hi ”, she greeted in recognition into the phone, her articulation sounding quite aphrodisiacal and beefy. Binu was occupy licking her omphalos and she had one hand lightly on his head.

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

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

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

"Lapp here. I miss you now,"whispered Manya into the earphone, pressing her left bridge player over her chest after noticing that Binu's mind was down on her belly, licking and gnawing her physique. She gave a gasp when she felt her son's tongue rotate deeply in her navel.

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

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

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

"Same matter is happening to me here ”, whispered the horny lady of the house to her illicit lover while her son's glossa continued to ravage her soaker belly. His chest was pressed onto her pelvic neighborhood and she wondered whether he could experience her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her left hand mashed her bosom over her thin blouse and she tweaked her mamilla by herself and let out another long moan. Binu took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother.

"Someday we must do it in office staff, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's pedigree rush and she barely managed a response trying to battle the impulse of her son's licking of her navel. His hired man were actually now caressing the bare luck of her pep pill ass, the closest 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 curiosity and craned his ear to listen.

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

"And I want you to come up braless to my office,"said Ram."After fucking on my desk, I want you to slip under it topless and lead off 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 ? fount or utter ?"

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly wake up wife, her interpreter breaking away as a flood of succus washed over her insides. This live on line did it to her. The searing lust caused by her lover's lewd talk and her son's uninterrupted loving worship of her heated soundbox carried her past the net frontier. She clutched her son's head hard as her succus oozed out of her puss with a military group that wet her sari around her crotch. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his head so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest which was pressed against his Mom's warm lap. The lap had been getting heater and heater. He had felt a sudden shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her navel, past the Brobdingnagian belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glazed look. She had muttered a sound dark and tossed the sound away, her cheek and thorax trousering. Binu saw his mother's resplendent boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her privates and her saree was bunched up around her hips, leaving her second joint fully naked. His cock ached and throbbed when he surveyed the place. 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 world, the horny, adulterous mother looked down at her son in her almost nude lap and whispered softly,"Yes Binu, it was your father ”.

Her elder son, who was watching this volatile double sourced sexual climax of his oversexed mother, knew right than that.

Chapter 14

he perversely thrilling mass of his sexy, one-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 bedroom clutching his dick. He pulled out an old exposure of his Mom and jerked off thrice that Night making sure that he came on his Mom's cheek in the picture. His mother's wantonness flashed vividly across, each meter he masturbated. At the end of each interjection he couldn't help wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her cheating escapades in future.

The oversexed mother, in the meanwhile felt herself sticky and wet both inside and outdoor. While her gushing juice washed her interior, her younger son's midriff and umbilicus licking left her sticky all over the midsection. She looked down after her release to his head which she was holding in her helping hand. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest pressed against her twat through the sheer white saree, which was wet around the crotch. Both his hands were around her hips and his right mitt was infact cupping her unwrap upper butt. For a indorsement she was ashamed of herself for orgasm rightfulness when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a waste pleasure. Binu's nibbling had turned her blast on and she was in a sexual hullabaloo when Ram's song came. His obscene talk was the initiation she needed to turn her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the impulsion. Now, after her orgasm, she merely found her son to be precious in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her stallion second joint area exposed. She could feel her kitty-cat cramp mildly against Binu's chest and wondered how it would give birth been in the form of her earphone talk and orgasm. The persuasion made the straying wife shiver. And the shake brought out some surfeit lust from her loins. She was still troubled despite her vent because she hadn't been fucked. Her ripe body hadn't received its fuck sedation. If anything she felt randy than before.

Manya had gone off to a difficult sleep in the Same military strength. She awoke, earlier than common and discovered that Binu had now changed his position. His body had drifted away but his head word was now right on her crotch. But he was fast asleep with a half smiling on his lips. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's lips had been the premature Night. They seemed to want to simply pig her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Binu realized the force his squeezing and kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't train his acts to be out rightly intimate. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her trunk, especially her belly button and ass. Gently she lifted her son's head from her warm and damp pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree fall right off her juicy consistence onto the trading floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was half past tense five. The beautiful woman of the house went rump naked into the toilet and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at least an hour before either of her sons woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the same half nude state. She put on a half-slip and a nigrify bra. She wore the same white saree and blouse over the undergarments and decided to overtake some fresh, early morning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into the freshness of the break of the day, towards the jogger's parking area situated about 100 yards from her firm. Her ashen saree highlighted her amazing ass and revealed her squeeze waist soma, while the black bra only served to draw keen attention to her beautifully influence breasts through the white blouse. Her belly button was the instant draw from the front, peering out invitingly through the sheer blank saree. Her can view was resistless with her heavy buttocks swaying provocatively with each step while her peril upper hip and waistline rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet dreaming. To the secretly following Deen, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.

Manya felt more and more itchy between her thighs as she walked. The nip in the air played with her pelt, making her mamilla poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the Nox's rousing in her loins and her dull torso sway suggested that she was indeed in sexual motive. Her son followed her from a distance of about 50 meters, taking tending not to be observed. Every passer-by turned and ogled the sexy mother as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some physical exercise. On reaching the park after giving scotch of hard on on the way, the bedevil wife sought a slightly secluded touch and sat in meditation military strength under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"howdy Mrs. M, good morning ”.

Looking up with a showtime, she saw Salman's father in jogging attire. The stocky fifty year old man had been lusting after her buxom trunk for a while now. Manya also felt her flesh stiffen under his hot tone. She was silent as he sat future to her under the tree, not more than a few in from her.

"I see that your husband has left you alone to nature,"he said suggestively, not bothering about refinement. 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 rough hand on her articulatio humeri. The warmly pinch made her lumbus wet and her already aroused body responded on its own.

"It's a commiseration so much of beauty is being wasted. Let me depict you the new change of rosiness over there"he pointed towards an even more secluded spot, holding her waist in the same movement, as if to serve her.

With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny housewife rose and allowed herself to be led towards the spot, his warm hold heating her dead body all over. She blamed it on the early morning horniness, but gave in to the erstwhile man's advances, recollecting his steely grip over her waist, hip and wet ass during the Holi dunking.

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

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

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

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

Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his activeness and the heaviness of his dick. Her palm enclosed it well and fully and the steely meat jerked eagerly in her hands. A moan escaped her lips and she began a slow saccade motion. Her body was hot now and her succus began the outward journey down her lush thighs. Salman's father was a man of little talk and all action, which suited the straying married woman well. He placed his buxom target on the pasturage under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, firm hired hand to deal her consistence. She lay matt on the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single motion, he lifted the white saree right over the destitute housewife's funfair and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a minuscule too loudly for safety. Her wetness surprised the former man and the heating plant of her twat only made his lust peak. He bent and thrust his thick cock into her soaked kitty almost immediately. He began the hard pumping, first in flying poke, which tapered into gasping slower ace. His custody reached out and gripped her hurt breasts, making the flesh thrill. The horny wife writhed under his onslaught and her passion rose, making her pelvis advance to meet every thrust of her aged lover. The squishy sounds of his cock plundering her cunt filled the silent air and even in that state, the horny, extracurricular charwoman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not know however that her own son was peeping and listening, unseen from a distance, in a State of extreme arousal and excitement.

The older man's thick pecker pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive pussy. The other morning dew soaked the reveal theatrical role of the horny homemaker's waist, back and stage, which was a lot of her wholesome body at that second. She lay sprawled on the wet eatage, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the older man whose son had fucked the daylights out of her ravishing body just the late day. The overt air fucking charged her lusty body into renewed vigor. Manya raised her hip to meet every 1 thrusting of his with a force that surprised the stocky man. The prick clasping office of the cheating wife below him took the good morning vigor out of him and in LE than five minute of arc, he was spurting out his semen, mashing her total knocker savagely. The spirt of his cum hit her mysterious interior and the beautiful charwoman got her day's first source blast in the too soon hours, when she was lying half naked in the Park, obscenely surrendering her boozer, horny body to Salman's father, while many other housewife were taking brisk walking less than twenty meters away.

As the older man rose from the sexy dead body he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any possible risk. Sensing none, he whispered to the woman he had just fucked that he would go forth first and she could feed a five minute lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to collect her clothes over her wet thighs. The sari was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The weaken saree stuck to the curves of her ass, causing a very arousing crack. From a aloofness of XX meters, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously sexy and positively vulgar at that time of the forenoon, with the fowl chirping around her. Her body looked so used and incongruous with the saucy surroundings with all the damp dirt on her. He did not see her getting her day's first hump, but he could hear it. He remained in his vantage position even after Salman's father had left. He saw his sexy mother adjust her saree and recline against the tree diagram. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of the commons and relocation towards the tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a brief treatment after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the adulterous adult female with Salman. Deen could only reckon a component of the panorama behind the tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and flex her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's semifinal upright affectedness. He was on his articulatio genus, making thrusting movements, prompting Deen to imagine that his stacked mother was on all fours, getting fucked doggy style by the young he-man. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen crazy and he began a long and surd jerk of his dick, watching the facial nerve expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his mother. The passion was too high and he came much earlier than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into the bush before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the green home, thinking that it would be considerably to reach before his Mom returned from her early cockcrow escapade. He could distinctly see Salman hollo his mother a beef as he rammed into her puss from behind. On his issue journeying he saw many center aged woman walking around, either with their husbands or their dogs, reveling in the morning freshness. He gave one finish thought to his own lusty mother who at that prison term was on all fours, her luscious ass high school up in the air getting her horny pussycat reamed by a guy just a mates of twelvemonth sure-enough than her son. Sensing another erection he went home, entered through the open kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched unseen, not very far from the kitchen door, waiting for Manya.

Manya's body was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the savage fucking given by Salman's Thomas Young hammer. Being a bunny for the back fuck, the son's cock came as a fillip to the aphrodisiac wife after the founding father had pumped and filled her well. Holding her ample hips and squeezing her swaying pinhead occasionally the stud spewed his come into the horny's wife's greedy cunt after ten minutes of furious screwing. Manya got her day's second seed eruption from Salman and it was not even one-half past six in the morning.

Realizing that the parkland would get more crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would leave first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the sexy woman he had just fucked ascension and leave slowly. Her wearing apparel were break and well crumpled. They stuck to her depress body, making a very provocative lineation of her well stacked body. Salman felt she looked erotic in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one wax squeeze, making the well fucked wife squeal in half surprisal and one-half joy. Manya walked right back to her mansion as steadily as she could, not bothering to depend at any of the looker-on. It was a safe base on balls since daytime had begun to break up out. In that dirty, damp dress, strutting her well exposed ravished body around could take in led to gang rape if it were moonlight instead of morning light. Her walk of life carried a slow sway, imparting a sexy retch to her hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to greet Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual appearing. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife's hips with his nose. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a bitch between the well fucked mother's second joint. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in alarm system. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said"Don't worry aunty Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

A sticking Manya thanked him and started towards her house. She went around as intended to the kitchen door, only to be held by a pair of firm hands. When she saw the milkman, the well used adult female was in no situation to respond. Her sons would be up and about and she had to set up them for school.

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

"When ? ”, inquired the persistent stud. Manya was amazed at his bumptiousness. She realized that he felt she was an prosperous, unforced lay. The thought didn't disturb her, though the expanding range of her adorer 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 stacked chest and rosehip for one broad arcminute before going. Red in case again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one tone at her damp cast, she realized that she needed to interchange before attending to her motherly tariff of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her bedroom, she began stripping off her ashen saree and entered her bedroom to find Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a lightness buss on his ear and whispered that it was time to awaken up.

Binu slowly opened his eyes and saw a well rounded cleavage staring into his aspect from a black bra and white blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit of his obsession, his mother's trench and juicy navel. As he rose, it was right in presence of his face. He began with a rich, ahead of time morning omphalus 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 buss. A figure had been set.

Giving him fifteen minutes to be make for his bath, Manya walked out towards Deen's room to hold back on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to greet her. He was wise except for his bath. Deen had to control another kick of blood into his putz on seeing his mother in a petticoat and blouse again. Her expansive belly bore some scratch marks where the primer 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 sunup walk Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow."Deen was happy that she had not lied at least about going to the park.

Like a dutiful mother, Manya prepared breakfast for her two son over the succeeding half an minute and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu foretell out for a bath. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and Deen gear up to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his Jockey shorts on. The half dressed mother got down to bathing her sons, taking only a immediate look at Deen's genitals. He was half erect. And Binu was limp. In the course of the bathroom she got around to soap Binu's crotch. The here and now her hired hand encircled his ball, Binu's dick shot up in two second base like a ophidian raising its hood. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny female parent continued to bathe her boy. Binu's cock remained at good duration during the entire course of the bath. Manya forced her middle off it, only to play Deen's strong on jutting out through his legal brief. Both buddy were trying to maintain normalcy, though Deen's task was tougher. He watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his brother's cock, in the act of trying to rinse the max away. He did not wonder too punishing why it took one full min to rinse off it away. And now he also found it normal to see his defenseless buddy fiddling with his female parent's exposed navel very often during the session. The sexy female parent ended the bathtub and put the shower off. Deen felt his mother's fingers graze against his cock in a very low-cal squeeze, but decided that it was by fortuity. Ushering them out of the bath, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the sunup's adulterous traces. She felt her pussy back talk puffed up while soaping and a small tingle ran up her pricker as she soaped her raise pap. The press of the mauling given by the horny Father-God and son still lingered on her tit and the hot feel of her son's erect cock lingered on her overnice fingers. Her slit felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to bechance after the punishing of screwing to stoke her fires all over again. Even Deen, as he left the bathroom knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

Feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedroom, wiping her armpits and stomach along the way. She allowed her script to linger between her thighs and was beginning to enjoy the warmth, when her son's outcry for breakfast reminded her of responsibility again. Morning sex made her lazy without dubiousness. No having the time to resolve on dress, she slipped on a white-hot petticoat and a Black blouse. As usual, she tied the underskirt five column inch below her belly button and kept the top two button of her low cut blouse undone. This was as good as her standard attire whenever married man was away. She felt free and well-situated and didn't have to change unless she had to go out. She went to the dining orbit towards two hard dicks, one of which went with a pair of eager hands. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the position and poking her navel at least five times during the repast. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her younger son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his hairsbreadth. But it was not fun and games for her pussy. A slow fire had started.

Once her children had left, the amative wife flopped on the couch and slipped into a shortsighted siesta. She stirred when she heard the bell ring. Her mitt automatically went to her pussy. Every speech sound of any Alexander Graham Bell was something of a backwash up call for her pussy. And the abruptly nap had introduced a gentle thrill in her loins. Caressing herself between her thigh, she went towards the room access and paused for a while, as if unwilling to go away her pussy.

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

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

For the side by side two hours Deen simply jerked the life out his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from his crotch. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her breasts sucked and crushed by his younger brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her au naturel, well curved organic structure was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an orgasm in obscene hot pants. The last lingering image of his juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heaving, voluptuous, fully exposed body being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling tit, wet case, glistening belly button and the sheer bunched up sari barely covering her crotch, flashed in a prompt sequence before his wild eye at the climax of every frig. With the final trope of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his crony, Deen drifted off to a strangely upset nap. He was sure there would be a time when she would wield to talk to her Dad on the speech sound while some man fucked her brains out doggie style. He only hoped he would be able to watch her.

Manya felt the last-place outburst of her sexual climax leave her soundbox. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his drumhead out of her bosom and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to ramble asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a stupor as to how exposed she was. Her intact movement was open right down to her bush and the saree was bundled up around her slit, leaving everything below open and bare from her heavy thigh downwards. Even the horny female parent felt she looked quite vulgar lying like this next to her son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected what her son had done. Her teat were still a bit damp from all his nibbling and biting. The side of her wax titty still retained his squeeze air pressure and throbbed lightly. sudor decorated her lush body around her curvy shank and belly push button. Manya's middle drifted to her pelvic arena and the mess startled her. Her sari just about covered her pussy and was damp all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her little son began to go under into the voluptuous mother and married woman. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial rights on almost every inch of her generous body and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to snub him.

"The greatest field was self subject field ”, she kept repeating in her judgment. Binu could not be denied his normal urges. Manya knew that such impulse were convention in male child and that it was serious to rebuff them because of the possible psychological repercussion on them. Moreover she was trusted that he would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As a mother she had deep love for her sons and was sure that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his love, not starve. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this form. And it only made her feel sexier, meliorate and more desirable. There was null which turned on Manya more than the knowledge that someone lusted after her dead body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her body. The sentiment made her a bit implicated about her elderberry bush son's normalcy and she decided to withdraw a snug look at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to be adrift into sleep since the fervor of notion and sucking his mother's knocker drained him mentally. It was his first brush with his female parent in a bare, physical mother wit. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to tittup his hair and shifted her body down to go down down beside him. She readjusted her saree to cover her prat and thigh and slept with her dorsum to her son. She tried hard to sleep but remained a few footprint short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's paw on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her naked waist as it always did, towards her umbilicus. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her rosehip and rested there. Manya could directly feel the impingement of his gumshoe against her full and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her navel point in a slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable impulses in her navel to need over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her hindquarters. Its heat and hardness permeated through his shorts and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrusting of his cock against her heated up asscheeks, but the aroused mother was for certain that her ass heat was interacting with his young dick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny organic structure. Her body stiffened further when she felt his dick throb intensifies wildly. In astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or driving force from his face. She realized he was dreaming about the copious body and breasts he had caressed away with exemption. The throbbing against her ass continued like an automatic pistol motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating against the object of his dream, making the subject of his hearty dream tingle and squirm against it. Manya stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming imperativeness on them. The spasm were followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened the rear of her saree. With a shock absorber the sexy mother realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to feel the waves of release ebb out. For five arcminute after feeling the last rickety throbbing, Manya remained in that carriage to reserve her son's dead body to regain blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached backside and felt the sari around her ass, taking care not to disturb his leg over her naked hips. She realized that her saree rode up to the bag of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the doorsill of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the aphrodisiacal woman smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her eubstance literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her dormancy son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and son.

Manya again woke up a little other than normal. The reward of a fountainhead fucked body was that slumber enters warm and rich. It also leaves the physical structure quickly once the required residue is obtained. The at hand sunup moments were also instant for hotness to penetrate on the beautiful married woman. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her hip joint, the knot having got unbuttoned. She was stark naked on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast benumbed, now with his backbone to her. A quick recap of the old dark's upshot crossed her mind. The pin-up female parent felt herself loaded once again with compassion and erotic love for her son. On urge, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his sleep to face her. His oculus were still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering rush of affection. She gently hugged his face into her breasts and stroked his spinal column, knowing that he was benumbed and couldn't sense her nudity. Her mind told her that this could be the last time she would be hugging her son as a footling barren boy. She wanted to feel and savour the moment. She hugged his boyish face into her naked, full white meat, allowing their softness to suffocate his fount. She kept kissing his sleeping question and held him against her bosom for two full minutes. Satisfied, the nude painting mother rose from the bed. As she got up, she thought with a mischievous smiling that she needn't wear a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. aliveness was shifting geartrain and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early break of day horniness crept into Manya's ripe consistency the moment she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should take away a amble down to the jogger's park. It was not the chance of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some wise air for certain. Putting on some unmentionable, she draped the same dark blue saree over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The sari was crumpled however, making her look like she'd had a fervent night in bed. With indolent strides, the horny wife and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing myriad booster on the way exhibiting dissimilar degrees of lust.

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

When she entered the parking area, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana'a. She had brought her bootleg alsatian dog for a paseo. Manya knew that Sam and Sana'a were esurient dog devotee and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sanaa sitting on a bench, holding on to her dog's leash, Manya heaved her aphrodisiac body across to her side, feeling many centre on her exposed shank and speed hips. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their small talk, Sana'a pointed to her dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to mate him soon so that they could generate a lot of puppies for a totally lot of ally who had asked. Manya looked at the favorable but big dog. His eyes were late and shining. Sana kept playing with the area around his ear and he kept raising his head to lick Sana on her neck and face. It looked like a loving dog.

"Panthera tigris, meet Aunt Manya,"introduced Sanaa, pointing Manya out to her dog. Tiger rose to his feet and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake hands. Manya bent slightly from the bench to rock hands. She found Panthera tigris cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's face. Though not used to dogs, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the fauna to lap her beautiful face with his foresightful wet tongue. The eager dog licked the beautiful mother's face, thrilled at her willing crack. He ran his lingua all over cheek, forehead, neck, and nose and swept it in one tenacious stroke over her good lips. Manya recoiled for a second, feeling a stir. Seeing Sana jape, she continued to let Tiger lavish his knife all over her face. Her brass was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn't seem to want to stop.

"Aunt Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't lick my face that farsighted ”, said Sana. Sana again felt a wee bit overjealous that like her boyfriend Sam, even her dog seemed to favour the voluptuous married woman over her marriageable self. She pulled the dog by its leash, dragging him away from the beautiful objective of his aid. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her case with her saree and noticed the pooch odour. It was a bit strong and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a spell longer and decided that she had to get back abode. She held Sana's manus to say farewell and knack to rock hands with Tiger as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders, revealing a Brobdingnagian cleavage right in front man of the dog's eyes. Tiger wasted no time in giving a sharp poke right in the center of the juicy adult female's segmentation. The curvaceous female parent was shocked at the act and felt a tart thunderbolt of an indescribable feeling in her. Adjusting her sari she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's paws were airless to her feet and as she took a footmark, the dog also moved to turn back her. In the mental process, his paw fell on the bottom of her sari, causing Manya to slip over. The well stacked housewife fell flat on her back with the saree getting drag in aside from her forepart. Panthera tigris saw a fleshy target in his new admirer and he pounced onto the lush woman, licking at her exposed navel. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping knife, sending an galvanizing current right through Manya's horny body. Sana simply stared for a present moment at the lewdly wind up raft before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juice out of Manya's spread out belly. His lingua covered every exposed in of her vast midriff and Sana gaped at the entire bodied wife as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to stop the beast. Tiger delved into her omphalos several times and his clapper sent shivers all over Manya's rippling eubstance. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana pull back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and looked around. About ten mass were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into redness the flushed housewife quickly bade upright bye to a still stunned Sana and moved out of the Park. On the way she heard a guy call out,"Watch out Maam. blackguard think like us guys. They are always on the flavour out for a kick in heat ”.

The man didn't look like a fixture in the area. But Manya was too lost to react angrily. She literally ran her way home, her eyes moist with shame. Only after reaching her kitchen door did she stop to relax. Panting, she slowly started to regain her breathing space. The demeanour of the dog outraged the wife, but she realized she felt dissimilar. Suddenly she moved her hands to her cunt and felt it through the saree. She was wet.

Her mind worked in all directions trying to interpret her State. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt wind up. She felt like a bitch in heating plant. A real number bitch. Somebody else also understood that she was in high temperature. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few days to get his hands on the hornlike wife, was keeping guard duty by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering cleaning woman and sensed that she needed cock. unable to consider his destiny, he held her strongly by her berm. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to find the milkman. She allowed him to catch one's breath her on the threshold of the kitchen door. She remained silent and shaking as he stripped her sari and petticoat right off her ass. The young he-man repositioned his favorite housewife in the smear where he loved fucking her and proceeded to give her what she loved most. Feeling his potent gumshoe ravaging her cunt barker style, Manya felt like a admittedly bitch at that moment. The thought sent ripples of pleasure all over her physical structure as much as his steely cock did. Her idea went to the bitch that Tiger would mate to founder rise to tens of puppies. For a fugitive minute she placed herself in the stead of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his pup. Her fat pussy gushed out juices strongly to fulfill the milkman's own spurting tool. It was a idea blowing, delirious firstly shtup. The exhausted cleaning lady rested her ass on the doorsill of the kitchen and smiled at the young milkman. No Good Book were exchanged for a few proceedings. She watched with the same smile as he pushed up his drawers and left her mien. It was a purely functional, purpose serving fucking, and the extracurricular Manya loved such fucking.

The time was still 15 arcminute to seven am. Manya had another half an hour at to the lowest degree before her sons awoke. She felt sassy now and storage of the dog's violation on her flesh were pushed back into her head. Her saree was still off her consistence. Her ass was still naked on the doorstep. The licentious wife decided to get inside when she saw Sam appear from nowhere carrying an envelope. He pulled out all the Polaroid snaps that he had taken yesterday and bury to hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful charwoman was raw. Her wooden leg were spread apart in sitting strength and she looked remarkably well-to-do in that awkward airs. Manya didn't feel the motive to cover herself before Sam of all the hoi polloi. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining table. Sam knelt next to the sexy woman, his elbow on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her kitty close ups. There was no way anybody could guess it was her kitty-cat. Sam had made her pink cunt aspect like the world's greatest treasure cove. She admired his ability more than the splendor of her puss. However after repeated viewing she felt a warmness surge again in her loins. She gave him a sudden kiss on his sassing. Sam responded by kissing her binding and held her by her nude hips. His paw rested well below her waist side and he kept squeezing her generous figure in soft comforting strokes. They looked perfectly matched and at ease with each early, like a husband and married woman going through the morning newspaper. That was how the observation Deen felt from the face window.

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

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruits of their late day's trade union movement. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that Manya was becoming conscious of his growing propinquity. She felt Sam's companion deal once again feel her twat and that really enhanced her comforter floor. She kept looking at the pictures of her lewdly bed covering cunt, thanking herself that she didn't wear any ring. It would experience revealed her identity element from the way in which her fingers were opening up her juicy cunt in the snaps. All along Sam kept fingering her snatch. Even her sighs and moans came by themselves and the mates slowly slid into a recline posture. Manya rested her question back against the door and spread her thighs wider to give freer access to Sam's cupping hand. He manipulated her kitty without stopping. Manya's vesica was replete because she hadn't taken a pee before her sunup walk. Now with all the relief of her sensitive lover, the pressure began to build up to near unruly levels.

She gasped at his strokes and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His fingers got fussy and busier with the aroused wife's slit. Each strokes of his raised her penury to bursting horizontal surface. She felt she would pee any moment. But the import never came. The flush feeling persisted but the turned on wife could not let go her pee. The relentless stroking of Sam on her pussy thwarted the flow. Instead her pussycat got swollen and wet with super charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's hand, her typeface wearing an agonise look that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no further sentence. He replaced his finger with his hawkshaw, stretching Manya outside the room access right hand on the primer. Deen felt his female parent looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the ground, her pelvis heave and her snatch swollen with the combined need to piss and get fucked. Sam poked her outer pussy with his fingerbreadth as if to test the wall. Manya burst out into uncontrollable prick, whimpering with need.

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

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

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

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

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

The demoralise woman could require 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 punishing shaft rightfield at the entrance of her dripping snatch. She arched her heated hips up and forced an entryway for his turncock, rotating her hip greedily to take into account his pith to bury into her gash. She took his work force and placed them on her heaving boob and forced him to crush the quivering mounds. Making guttural sounds that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly aroused mother thrusts her rose hip upwards, her middle imploring and pleading with him to commence fucking. Sam felt it would be a sin to prevail back any longer. He began rotating his hips and started a slow fucking to feel the insides of her stewing cunt fully. His cock once again familiarized itself with Manya's beautiful pussy. Deen was now red with jealousy as he saw his female parent first being reduced to a shameless wreck and then getting fucked in a long and teasing round. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.

Manya's bitchiness was elevated even though Sam took her cunt missionary fashion. Both the teenagers could see the lust contortioned face of the beautiful woman as her wholesome body got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every stroke of Sam's dick felt like it was hitting against a water system bed. Manya's horny body bounced and heaved at every thrust in the early hours. Sam pounded with urging to accept the sexy wife to a much needed orgasm. The sexual climax washed her insides thoroughly and she felt Sam's turncock spurt at the same clock time. With a hearty groan, she took out Sam's peter from her cunt and placed it above her face, taking the full blast on her heart, nose, sass and cheeks. She licked the fluids wherever her clapper could reach and released his dick only when it turned fully limp. Giving it a candy kiss with a groan, she fell back on her back again in exhaustion. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the second fourth dimension during that torrid fucking session.

Suddenly, before the eye of the two teenagers, Manya began to pee. She had lost it. The period came loud and steady and burst out like a raft stream. Sam watched in amazement and wished that he had brought his camera to cap this erotic moment. For a entire two minutes, the horny woman let out all the compile fluids, clutching her abdomen during the act. She was still spread out on the trading floor, the pee collecting itself around the invert V between her thigh. It formed a lowly puddle. With her beautiful, homely look and well fucked body, Deen felt his female parent looked like a unfeigned hussy. A lovable slut. But she looked beautiful to him. His well stacked nymph mom always looked beautiful when she was getting fucked.

Deen rushed into his bathroom after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the fourth dimension and rose from the ground gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this look on his best-loved role model and he kissed her concentrated on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his backtalk and felt him shove her cuntlips in one last stroke before departing. It felt nice to be teased and used this way. Her body's limits were being stretched and she found the exercise thrilling.

A cheerful Manya prepared a grand breakfast for her Son and only one of them knew the reason for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both sons felt happy for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his for the first time cum discharge in his pants. He discussed it with his brother Deen, who told him that it was perfectly raw. Both blood brother did not go into further details. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling unlike. She gave him a distich of hug more than necessary to reassure him and even placed his helping hand around her waist when she felt that he was self witting about it. She allowed her knocker to touch the back of his chief several times in the course of the repast, with and without intellect. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and before leaving for schooltime, gave his trademark squeeze and snog to his voluptuary mother. He gave her ass an excess heavy squeeze and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's socio-economic class were off because of a play function at school which he didn't spirit like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in curiosity. He was a fresh and make love boy but he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his younger sidekick. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and buss her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or even converse with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually normal. She remembered suddenly that the male child who were balling her were around Deen's age or a little older. The view made her shiver and shift. If she could be a constituent of Binu's sexual discovery, then she found no reason why Deen should be left out. She decided to impart him out of his cuticle that morning.

15 mo after breakfast, Manya called out,

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

The surprise adolescent was caught of guard, but he agreed. He was wearing only his short circuit and nothing else as he came out to the living room. His mother had removed her saree and blouse. Wearing a bra and petticoat she stood before him with two towels in helping hand. Manya began her trivial secret plan by saying that the oil would make her half-slip damp. She wrapped the inadequate towel around her rosehip and removed the petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her chest. The beautiful mother saw her son staring at her thigh and breasts alternatively. The towel came to about thigh length, exposing her golden, well toned second joint. Her mamilla were clearly outlined through the lose weight cotton towel across her breasts. She presented an air of extreme physical informality. The horny female parent noted that the event was not lost on her son. His young dick tented his underdrawers already.

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

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

Deen rubbed his palms together and ran them along his mother's calves and feet first. They felt good and well toned. The physical body of his mother's calves was exquisite and they looked sublimely elegant. They felt elegant too to the worshipful hands of her son. Deen's hired hand went past her knee joint to reach her glorious, heavy thighs. He paused for a moment here to pour some more oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out mother. The horny cleaning woman opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her second joint. Deen kneaded the anatomy of her second joint, allowing the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt electrical and charged. His female parent's second joint felt like pillars of chassis carved out of banana tree trunks. The flesh quivered and carried Brobdingnagian lovingness that got hotter with each accident of his. The hem of the towel was quite high on Manya's second joint, about three inch from her naked pussy. Deen couldn't see her snatch lips but his finger crossed the hem of the towel many sentence during his vigorous massaging of those sexy second joint. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual arousal. She had to take concern not to express it, but her consistency betrayed her. Every time her son's finger brushed deeper into her internal thigh, her thighs quivered in reception. She kept her center closed but her lips trembled enough to tell the tarradiddle to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no option but to massage her. He continued his teasing touch, using both digit and thenar to administer some unassailable groping touches on her inner regions. He was getting perilously close to her pussy. His tool was hard at the very beginning and now it was threatening to split out of his boxers. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's hands oiled her stomach and shank. She felt them roam all over her creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few drops of oil into her inscrutable navel and use his finger to hornswoggle it. Deen heard his female parent's groan and sighs all through this erotic massage. He was finding it as uncontrollable as her. He lingered lovingly around her lower belly and could see as he stroked her flesh why Binu was obsessed with his mother's belly. Indeed it was a ripe hoarded wealth. And it carried a current that sent its charge right through his palm and thorn. Both mother and son knew they couldn't take this erotic academic term for too long.

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

Deen took one look at his mother. Her integral backbone was exposed right up to her bum crack. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his script to massage, he was sure he would be forced to touch her pussy. He could see the side of meat of her entire breast as they pressed against the base. Her hired hand were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the expanse and fogginess. His mother had a very red-hot body. He felt he was lucky to be able to service her in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His hands also constantly touched the sides of her breasts whenever he tried to massage her sides. He lovingly reached into her axillary cavity and stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny mother. There was utter cognition between mother and son that both were turned on. The intimate tension was palpable.

Deen ran his script on the vertebral column of her thighs and in the process got to stuff and work them thoroughly. His sexy female parent, from the back was as right as nude sculpture, except for the slim towel covering her ass. And the cheeks of her broad ass were all it covered. The eternal sleep of her creamy trunk was all his for squeezing. At one stagecoach Deen had to sit at the infrastructure of her asscheeks in guild to be able-bodied to massage her back properly. When he did so, his dick came into direct contact with the rank radix of her ass, not even an column inch from her dripping cunt. He massaged away at her book binding and as he did so, his pelvic part moved to and fro against Manya's lower ass bringing his stopcock into periodic contact with her kitty entrance. It was a searingly arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed not to show it because her look was down on the floor. Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks wiggle and realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced the pressure of his massaging which in turn reduced the press of his shaft on her outer cunt. Manya was mad with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing shorts his prick would have been inside her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the effect on her untried son. She didn't caution if he fucked her. She realized that he was convention after all and that pleased her.

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

Manya got up slowly with a mixed sensory faculty of letdown and fill-in on her characteristic. She was glad that her son was a normal kid. Her physical structure was unhappy that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her mind accepted that non outcome with a motherly happiness. All in all she was neutral to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her chest. Manya didn't bother to align 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 spot, his oculus on her. With a beginning she understood the situation. Her elder son loved to take in her. He was Thomas More of a Peeping Tom. She let the towel remain down and kept her breasts exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her way with a deliberate, sensual sway of her articulatio coxae. The towel was almost falling off her full pelvic girdle by the clip she reached her chamber room access. Suddenly Manya turned around at the doorway, giving Deen an unhindered view of her full breasts. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their base and incline. They jiggled sexily at her sudden turn, making Deen's eyes pop out. He had seen his mother's tit in all kind of hands and in different degree of mauling. But now, her exclusive display was special and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to fall off her rosehip. It was well below her bush and it required a simple saccade for it to fall off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to shine off her lavish pelvic arch exposing herself in all her gloriole to her son. Her ample fertile chaparral, her overweight second joint, her magnificent creamy midriff, her well endowed bust, her set up nipples and her horny face were all out in display for the exclusive eye of her loving son. It was an awesome flood of lust that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the same time. She felt a deep release within herself that told her that her erotic journey was now comprehensive. Well, almost, thought the sex crazed wife to her. Manya allowed Deen to feast on her voluptuous consistence for one full minute of arc before walking nude into her sleeping room and bath. Deen saw her nude statue, good asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his hawkshaw, Deen wondered why he was so aroused. He had seen his mother getting fucked into obliviousness, not once but several sentence in the most obscene postures. That torso held no novelty for him but just now he felt he was looking at her all over again for the first off time.

"Could it be,"he wondered with a shock."Could it be that she knew I was peeping. Did she queer herself to me deliberately realizing that I was peeping ?"The idea made him go faint in his stifle. He sat down on his bed, holding his head. His dick was about to signal a burst. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just that. His curvy, horny Mom was doing the Same with her tumesce pussy, in the privateness of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, and two digit deep in her soak pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her climax was long and spasmodic, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fires within her which were gaga, different and more powerful than ever before. The flood of succus in her lumbus had an uncontrollable rush about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she reached up and turned on the shower. The brace deluge hit her with a stroking force on her tit, rosehip, George Herbert Walker Bush and thigh. For a full ten minutes the horny mother let her body subscribe to in the cool rain shower before getting down to the dangerous business of cleaning the oil off her ripe dead body. As she soaped and cleaned her curve, she shivered in the memory of her son Deen's hands on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, articulatio coxae and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his Thomas Young hawkshaw on them through the flimsy towel.

It took the beautiful adult female another half hr to wash herself thoroughly. She walked out of the tub and into the bedroom, wiping herself in the process. The sleeping room door was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it remain that way, knowing that Deen would not push forward in without declaration. Her body had never felt more cared for and attended. With two son showering their care on it, it glowed, making her look happier than ever before. It also made the luxuriant mother hornier than ever before.

Manya's loins were now in a eternal discharge mode. The juices always oozed now. Only their vigor was decided by the situation. With sex fully in her mind, she decided to lie down for a while and cool down off. Naked, she slid her juicy body under the covers and tried to sleep. Her paw automatically rested on her puss heap, the finger stroking the lips lightly.

In the former room, Deen ranted about as he neared his third ejaculation. His intact bed sheet of paper was smeared with cum. In the course of three jerk offs, he had visualized his mother's horny body in all potential situations of ravishment, use and contumely. She had screamed and cried in his imagination as cock after cock ploughed into her greedy slit and hand after hand mauled her well stacked body. His last persona of his female parent as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched charwoman, sprawled naked on the floor, her face coated with spermatozoon and her aphrodisiacal soundbox heaving about wantonly in the net phase of orgasm. Even after ejaculation he could still feel the remnants of the touch of Manya's fleshy, heated body in his palms.

The bell rang XV minutes later and Deen ran to open it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul, Manya's LX year old tailor, accompanied by his son.

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

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

Binu walked into the sleeping room calling out for his Mom. He paused for a patch at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the tidy sum of his half at rest Mom. The bed mainsheet had slipped partly down at her chest, revealing one juicy breast fully. The former one was also exposed fully except for her tit. He could pee out that his female parent had one hand around her lower abdomen. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully naked ”, thought the young son.

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

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

Manya stirred at the cushy impact. But her eyes were still closed. Binu gazed at her adorable face, proud of her knockout. Instinctively he kissed his mother again on her heart and trailed his sassing down to her cheek."Mom,"he said again in the softest of whispers. Manya opened her eyes slowly and saw Binu's eager expression about to kiss her brass."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him kiss her. Her hired hand which was around her pussy began its own dim front in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the impudence and very slowly moved his lips down to her lips for their habitual passel. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to meet her son's lip. Binu accepted her oblation eagerly. mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her tongue into Binu's lip in a provisionary exploration. It was the first prison term that they had an explorative kiss. Binu felt his body plow hot and Manya could find him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny female parent rose higher to complete the kiss in comfort. In the unconscious process, the bed sheet slipped right off her breast, baring both her big breasts to her son. Binu's eyes popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right chest. He had established his rightfulness to suck and fondle her white meat when exposed and he utilized this chance. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her aright breast. Manya kept kissing him while getting her bosom squeezed, her hand delving into her moist pussy under the covers. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't helper marveling at the easiness and skill with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the Saame time. He seemed an excellent visage. The Twin Falls pressure sensation were really getting to her. Her twat, which was already moist, began to gain in heat. She realized the need to recover some motherly sanity. She removed her wet lips from her son's mouth and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's eyes, continuing his 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 concluding, soft squeeze.

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

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

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

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

The dressing up was speedy since Manya simply slipped into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten eld now. He was almost a saintly old man. Manya felt very comfortable with him. It was when she entered the sustenance area that both Deen and Manya got a shock. Deen because of his Mom's scanty attire and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to arrive with his son. But she continued in her dress because they had to get hold of her measure in any slip. Three male eyes looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained breasts swaying sexily with each step. Deen left them and went to his room. But he took up a position at the keyhole to chirrup on his Mom with the tailor. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be busy for at least another half hour.

Manya made some initial small talk with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen years old. He was a slim lad with keen middle and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every time her breast heaved during the talk. She also noticed that the lad's center remained fixed on her huge, exposed midriff when he was not staring at her melons. Abdul then took mensuration for her blouse. His son noted down while the father called out. The watching Deen saw his mother grow both her work force for Abdul to valuate her dresser. His dick shot to care yet again as the tape encircled her full chest and twitch strong whenever Abdul's knuckle pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw Abdul's helping hand graze his mother's erect tit on two occasions.

Manya on her function allowed the job to go on. The tapeline graced her armpits, back, arms, articulatio humeri and cervix. When it came to the neck, she indicated to Abdul to glower the neck by a few in. Abdul brought the mag tape with his quarter round well past the mid item of his beautiful customer's ripe cleavage and held it for a moment. Manya nodded with a twinkle in her eye and Abdul read out the measurement for his dazed son to jot down.

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

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

The steamy wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her heavy lower abdomen for a few bit as he read out her terminal measurement. She gasped and that made the child look up into her side, past her full cleavage, his nerve inches away from her venter. Manya forced her centre away from the boy. The sudden tremble which went up her body betrayed her arousal. The don and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's body as her watching, randy son jerked off for the fourth sentence since the morning.

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

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

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

The three of them finished a effective meal. While Binu was eager to run out for his cricket his crony and mother were horny and restless. Manya was corneous because of the immense stimulant caused by Deen's massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt dandy in the company of her Word, closemouthed and more secure than ever before. She was also confident that every act of theirs was out of pure love. Even the lust was roll in the hay driven. Being a love starved woman with a sex starved body, this attention from her sons made her sword lily. It also made her extremely steamy. All the cuddling and pawing by Binu stirred up her juices and left her craving for the actual act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his mother was feeling horny. It showed in her eubstance nomenclature. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her second joint forced him to visualize the itchy pussy nestled between those glorious thigh. He noticed brightness string of beads of swither in her cleavage which was one-half exposed and heaving mildly. Her centre 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 piece of ass just as surely as he could sense when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a good fucking.

Both mother and son were prosperous. The resolution to their feelings came in the form of a call from Prem. He called to ascertain out whether they would be keen on a category garment cut-rate sale in townsfolk. Binu had to go for his cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen say Prem that he would be going over to a booster's place to hand over some borrowed college appointment. He asked Prem to come over and take 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 house with his pal. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's sake. It made him glad. The appoint time was six in the evening and he had an hour and a half to pass. The brothers left in different directions.

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his favorite bookseller's shop. It was his darling hunting place for his sleaze aggregation. Literature, exposure, and cassettes - the place had it all and the owner was a well-disposed, portly centre aged man. Deen walked into the shop which was full moon of stand of books and magazines. The cassettes were all lined up against the bulwark. But Deen began looking into the book racks. There were four of them and a passage separated each one from the other. A soul on this side of the rack could not see the one on the other side. While Deen started looking into the incest collection, he suddenly heard a sonant discussion from the other side and stiffened when he heard the name ‘ Manya ’. He strained his ears to catch the vox and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a quickening pulse, Deen heard on.

"You mean your Doberman pinscher went for auntie Manya's puss that aurora,"came Salman's exclamation.

"Yup, redress towards her fork. I had to reserve it back. He must have loved the smell from her puss after all you did to her ”, replied Sam.

"My Dad and me, both ”, stated Salman as the overhearing Deen turned to a statue in disbelief at the mention of the dog."Dad went first. By the 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 convention. And she loves having her pussy eaten ”, said Sam.

"You did that ?"enquired Salman.

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

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

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

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

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

"Mmmmmm,"mumbled Salman hornily. You might as well land your Doberman along to clobber her sporty when we're through with her ”.

"Good musical theme, but I suspect the dog may not lay off with simply licking her,"replied Sam.

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

"Yes it will…,"replied Sam."Any dog will eff her smell. And Manya will ask it. I know for sure she'll bang it too. She's loony for stopcock in any mannequin ”.

"Fuck, god dam adulteress ”, hissed Salman."This talk is making me horny Sam."

"You bet. And Sana told me that your Alsatian gave aunty Manya a farseeing and thorough licking all over her look and belly ”.

"Belly ! My goodness. I can't strike this anymore. I need to either nookie or jerk off. Let's get the Hell out of here ”.

The dazed Deen heard his two ally rush out of the computer memory. Their talk and the Book of Revelation about his Mom's doggie adventure shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme hotness and double-dyed degeneracy injected a impertinent wafture of voyeuristical charge in him. Their talk of performing a ternary with his female parent with the possibility of the dog joining in took his sight to the gamy conceivable level. In a way he knew such a thing had to be around the nook. His dick ached and strained against his pants and he kept clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had just transpired. He regretted having left the park early that forenoon. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

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

What was happening in the theater was totally in tune with Deen's expectations. The bit the horny Manya opened the door to let Prem in ; the youngster immediately understood her state. There was no word exchanged for the adjacent fifteen minutes. They rushed into the nighest room which was Deen's chamber and the two hot bodies entwined and mated with animal hungriness and energy. Manya moaned without a fracture as the youngster's hands mauled her rosehip, breasts, stomach and thighs with a continuity that raised her heated body to stun levels of desire. They were naked within hour and were soon pumping into each other like perfect body mates. Manya lifted her long pegleg and wrapped them around Prem's hips as he pumped hotly in and out of her boiling, extramarital pussy. Each time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only unsatiable but her intimate desire was on a rising curve. The beautiful mother was turning into fiend that could die for stopcock. Prem rammed his peter into her greedy cunt and Manya's clasping cunt muscles propelled him into initiating sharp vehement poking which made the voluptuous housewife's dead body shake. Her knocker shook like two beautiful ripe Mangifera indica on a ramification. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both manus, much to Manya's shrieking delight. His cock made squishy sounds as it pumped the hell out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping puss. The accumulated hot pants of the sex starved married woman found fierce expression as her rosehip rose in rhythm method to Prem's ramming pipe organ. She clawed his book binding and urged him,"fucking me Prem. fucking me hard and deep. Aaaaaaaahh…."her voice trailed as Prem proceeded to pass on her slit an absolute fucking. Manya gasped with each unassailable slash and moaned with each full liquidity crisis of her tits. Her torso had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her younger lover sweated profusely and the exertion flew from Prem's hair to spray her case. Manya's font assumed contorted aspect of surcharged lust. She was being balled by her darling lover and she gave herself in completely to his potent hands and stronger cock. Her insides were being ravaged with beast consistency. The walls of her pussycat were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into pulp by Prem's cannon like knife thrust. She was gradually reaching yet another mind blowing peter induced coming. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her titty getting crushed against his pectus, while her teeth dug into his neck. Prem held his ally's horny mother by her sizable hips as she clung to him and rammed his final knife thrust before spurting out hotly into her receptive puss. Their mutual orgasm lasted a good two minutes. Manya's fertile pussy was flooded with innumerable jet of her young lover's potent sperm cell. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to let go of him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like love tunnel.

Manya loved the feeling and as if to foreclose him from turning away, she lifted her head and kissed him on the backtalk, long and trench. She used her entire sassing on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful mother's mouth. Their mouths and tongues remained locked for a full five minutes, during which time they slurped and slurped on each former's juices. Occasional gasp and murmur vowel escaped the mouth of the lusty woman of the house as she succeeded in keeping her young lover's dick firmly lodged in her freshly fucked pussy. Taking her lips slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's eyes. Prem, on his part, looked deeply into Manya's eyes. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness on her face had vanished and was replaced by a lovely incandescence in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her eyes. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that position for another five minutes. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual turn was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his bedroom window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a violent, jerking, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his mother and best supporter remained twine. His mother's thighs were pass around and still wrapped around Prem's coxa. Their venter were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty tits. Manya's feet pressed into Prem's naked buttocks. Their faces were a little apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful face around her impudence, ear and nose, occasionally tracing strain 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 of drawers fully smash her full phase of the moon breasts. She felt very close to him. He seemed to love and care for her. Her thoughts went to the fact that he was Deen's age. It thrilled her to realize that boys her son's age found her so desirable. She smiled happily to herself and her thoughts 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 fountainhead, as it rested on her voluptuous cleavage.

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

The act made Manya's body stir warmly. His dick was still buried in her pluck snatch, at about three poop of its wax length. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband's reed organ. Readjusting her hip joint to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a little occupy about Deen."She of course of action did not have sex that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his spike and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his au naturel, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best champion while having his rooster still buried in her pussy.

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

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

"Fully fine ? What's that supposed to mean,"asked Prem again, this prison term nibbling gruelling at Manya's in good order nipple.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please discontinue that for a moment Prem, I'm quite life-threatening about Deen ”, urged the horny homemaker, her voice trying to stifle the gasp that escaped when Prem bit her nipple.

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

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

"Does he jack off like all healthy boys and discuss girls,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's optic."You are his best Quaker, tell me ”.

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

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

Prem kissed her forehead and cupped her brass in his mitt saying,"No guy would take to see at or discuss female child when you are in the menage, Aunt Manya ”.

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

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

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

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

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

"Really,"teased Manya."And pray what you would take in done my dear. Jerked off peeping on me in the tub ?"

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

His wrangle sent a Wave of bang into the housewife's body. She felt her cunt walls try to clasp at his semi raise tool wedged inside her. She felt wild.

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

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

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

"Energy Mom become you on so often Deen"she asked, as if talking to Deen.

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

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

Outside the window, Deen felt like his ball were going to explode. This had crossed his wildest imagination. It was the hazardous convergence of the reciprocal horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving locution to it in the staring, most erotic manner potential. She was fucking his best acquaintance as a surrogate. His female parent was crossing the last frontier towards incest. But the nifty thing about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the peeper loved it all the more. to a greater extent than fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his mother public lecture about fucking him. It was barbaric than the real number matter, 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 sweetness, broad and meaty ass."

"Only"?

"No Mom,"your ass, tits, belly, umbilicus everything. You are a wet ambition. I can lick and make out every column inch of you Mom. You're built for fucking ”, went on Prem, getting aroused by the altogether act.

Manya could now find Prem's putz prodding at the walls of her cunt in mini thrusting. Her kitty-cat exudate juice and they streamed mightily out onto her interior thigh. This was the wildest piece of lubrication in her sex life-time. She felt her head teacher sprain cloggy and her eyes were glazed all over with lust. She drew Prem into her even closer, her thighs gripping him hotly. She could now almost see Deen's side in Prem.

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

"will you fuck me side by side time you massage me ”, she sobbed. Deen's headway spun as he heard her. Prem was surprised too at the discovery, but his dick talked him out of any thinking.

"Yes Mom,"he went on, trying harder now to mimic Deen's voice. He began a retard gesture thrusting into his expert ally'mother, making for sure that the tip of his tool caressed her tap puss walls teasingly.

"Aaaaahh, mmmmmmm, Deen ”, wailed Manya."Will you fuck me now darling ”, she pleaded hornily, her hands buckle 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 twat boiling slushily against his hawkshaw. It was never as wet in all the times they had fucked. He felt his gumshoe bathed in her over discharged fluids. The turned on housewife was quivering and moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his chest into her good, sweaty breast. Manya felt hot and she was trembling with extremum desire.

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

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the cock hungry mother, hallucinating with lust. Her snatch, thighs and hips responded with wake incestuous heartiness. She heaved her pelvis upwards to met every pistoning jabbing of the offspring studhorse. She opened and closed the clasp of her fleshy thigh against his coxa in a wanton presentation of extreme point arousal.

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

Deen's head word was reeling and his pump was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to start with. He saw an indocile man, glum and right, manhandle his beautiful mother, pump into her pussycat roughly, mash her fleshy organic structure all over and finally spew his hot cum deeply 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 spunk beat faster with the realisation that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved cleaning lady. speculative still, she simply loved getting fucked like a gripe. While on all foursome, with the grocer's surd cock pistoning in and out of her steamy goose, she hardly looked the have sex Mom who cared for him and his little brother. Nor did she see like the mystical vamper that coaxed and cajoled his hawkshaw into extremist hard erecting with her revealing stylus of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every inch a horny slut who craved loud and adulterous 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 jealousy turned to lust. His young brain related her behavior to the inability and congest behaviour of his drunkard father, who even Deen felt, didn't merit a ripe and scrumptious smasher like his Mom in his life. The sight of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked royally by a stranger only served to arrive at him realize the fully potential drop of his beautiful mother's sex and the extent of her lawful bodily needs. His heart reached out compassionately towards his female parent with a soft corner. So did his dick - with a concentrated on.

Suddenly in one western fence lizard motion, he clutched his burgeoning cock and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in less than 20 diagonal - so powerful was his surge of passion for his sexy Mom. Even after interjection his dick merely registered a pause but not a sag. He quickly resumed his shaft pumping and this fourth dimension the images of the grocer balling his cock hungry mother were more vivid and telling. With equal intensity level he spewed his sperm all around him in the can, 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 glowing and satisfied. He loved to see her getting fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the living way. He was in metre to see his well fucked Mom trudge slowly into the bedchamber with just her flimsy blouse on, holding her sheer saree in one hand. Her asscheeks shook and swayed as she walked, making his mouth water."Now those full cheeks could do with some rough treatment ”, he empathized. He also wondered how his Mom would postulate to a auditory sensation spanking by his Dad in case he found out that his beautiful, desirable married woman was indeed a sex crazed vixen.

Deen moved slowly out of the bath and headed for his mother's bedroom. He stopped at the door and soundlessly peeped into the room. Manya had merely spread the transparent blue saree all over her wide-cut body and was lying on her back. Her handwriting rested just below her stomach and was occasionally caressing her cunt. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring sounds. Her nipples poked right out of her still sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the first light's events. She was pleasured no doubt and also enjoyed it to the hilt. But she couldn't assistance wondering how easily she had surrendered to the grocer, not once but twice. She was an gentle lay, and her action mechanism proved it. She thanked her stars that her son Deen was out of sight."Deen ”, she said loudly.

"Oh yes ”, he must have finished his bathtub, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her saree around her well enchant form for about the fourth time of the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiety and waited until she had almost finished wearing her sari and just when she was tying the mi in front of her shapely midriff, six inches below her tantalizing navel, he walked into the room, calling out her name. Manya didn't get a startle. Instead she continued wearing her sari and completed tucking in the greyback and adjusted the figurehead of her saree. The top of her saree was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy shoulders. Her mamilla still peeked through the transparent blouse and saree, but that didn't matter. Her present photograph was part of subprogram as far as her son was concerned and she was quite for certain that it didn't trouble Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush consistency with a new sense of estimate. He now saw her as a fleshy target too, that at metre could convey off into ungovernable and wildly aroused behaviour. His oculus never left her generous articulatio coxae. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's eyes and saw some relief and contentment. Strangely that looks in her eyes turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing look a remarkably arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's nerve. It was the look of a freshly fucked woman. A freshly fucked mother of two youth and horny sons.

Manya had no clock time to wash off herself and while sitting across the table with Deen, she wondered how her young son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his female parent was getting mercilessly balled by a unknown. But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie posture, like a genuine beef. Both Mom and son had sex on their idea when the bell rang. It was Binu, her younger son. Manya rose to open the door and once again Deen got the treasure view of her ass, rolling along with his mother's footstep, with each impertinence rubbing sexily against the former, with the whole movement clearly discernable through the semi transparent saree. Binu gave his freshly fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the door. He smothered her still sweaty body with his arms and reached out to get his habitual feel of her juicy navel. He was a bit surprised at its damp. Even her brass smelt different when he kissed her boldness. The smell was not just different. It was more wind up. And his gumshoe endorsed his thoughts by pressing hard into his gorgeous Mom's subdued and wide belly. That made Manya constrain a bit but then she had seen his erections before and allowed it as office of growing up. What worried her was that Deen showed a mindset different from Binu. He was reticent, soft and closed. He was not physical like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his food right away and gulped it down in less than five minute of arc. All three rose after lunch to retire for a lighter 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 sari fell off her shoulder but Manya didn't pain to adjust it since she was going to lie down. Her nipple came into authorise view of Binu's eyes and even this was an everyday affair. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may have had something to do with her body scent he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electricity catamenia between them. He reached out as common towards his Mom's fleshy, wide belly and stroked the flesh lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her lush ass was pressed hard against his genitals. He was wearing just his shorts without any underwear and this was zip new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his Father-God was away and right through the Nox, he would contract her all over, especially her hip joint, asscheeks and belly. His favorite topographic point however, was her deep belly button. Manya allowed him to play around, with the authority that it was simply a childlike fascination which he would soon overtake. Play around he did, but quite energetically. He would plant a series of wet kisses all around her belly, concentrating on the orbit around her navel. He would nibble, lick and blow into that juicy navel, showering all his fondness into its enticing profoundness. He did that all the time, at least twice a day and Sir Thomas More if the situation permitted. He would retain his amorous act until he heard his Mom's long and aroused moan. She would not didder him off but it was a sign to him that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a woman starved of cuddling, Manya actually enjoyed all this physical display of harmless affection from her younger son. There were a few occasion when she was not surely about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly congratulate her ass, especially when she was dressed in a sari without a petticoat. He would swat and knead it quite freely and even produce her squeal with his surprise advances on her lush posterior. Gradually she grew to like it, even look forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her sense of being wanted and enhanced her desirability levels. At metre she suspected him of having definite sexual partial tone in his activeness. Those were the moments when he would run his fingers up and down her asscrack, apply her a big hug from behind and a long kiss on her lower cheek, dangerously close to her full-of-the-moon rim. She would feel an instant moistening in her loins but go back quickly enough to dismiss it off as adolescent behavior.

She did at times hope that Binu would not be so insolent and forcible with her. After all he was just twelve twelvemonth old. And he did not care that his natural action were being observed rather curiously by his elder crony Deen. That afternoon, Deen realized that his bosomy mother had gone to rest without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex sessions with the grocer. Her eubstance must be certainly reeking of the combined body fluids of the dark grocer and his fair female parent. He also realized with a pounding heart and soul that her unwashed pussy must be still nestling a well sum of his plentiful discharge. He marveled at her doings and attitude and was wondering how prosperous Binu must be to get to grope his Mom rightfield after her ardent session. little did he know that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to revel in her illicit pleasure for as long as she could, deriving the utmost gratification from life-time's little adventures.

Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to visit one of his classmate and he looked into his Mom's bedroom to inform her. This time he stood still in amazement. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her hips with his right leg thrown across them. Her sari rode right above her thighs, displaying their ample well curved flesh and the garment stopped just a couple of inches below her puss lips. He couldn't see the lips but Binu's sleeping bod fully embraced his female parent, with his shaft thrusting through his short circuit just at the top of her ample, exposed thighs. Manya's belly and belly button were fully bleak and open. The sari around her waist had dipped to extra low degree in the course of her sopor. There was just a 4 inch cover of downright garment above her pussy. Every former inch of her delectably fleshy midriff lay open like a wellspring laid out fete. Binu's headway was buried in her wax tit, his scent digging right into her creamy cleavage. Both were deceased and the pose, supposedly a female parent son sleeping posture, looked anything but non intimate. Incredibly it was absolutely non intimate and apart from Binu's crying fondling and omphalus fondling, Manya was never subjected to any sexual trespass. At least not from Binu. But looking at them lying in close uniting, Deen felt that familiar tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their apparent peace and calm air. His horny Mom, after her perfervid screw had shifted gears and was lying semi nude in her 12 year old son's sleepy embrace with his head nuzzling her melon like white meat, his tool pressed against her crotch and with his stage drawing her full hips into himself in a possessive hold. The lot was beautiful, strangely erotic and spoke of the absolutely physical TV channel of communicating which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to interrupt their walking on air, he left the elbow room and house and walked across to his classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a system of weights on her dipsomaniac dead body. She looked down to see her little son Binu's headway cradled in her juicy breast and smiled. She ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his loaded leg bosom around her wide hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive clutch bag of her immature son on her almost naked body, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn't display this level of physical law of 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 depleted abdomen, just a few in above her bush. She looked down to notice that her sheer sari had bunched itself around her President Bush with her entire body above and below fully exposed. A flush gibe through her lustful torso as the naughty, exhibitionistic incline of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's drowsing grip, she moved out of the bed into the toilet. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a quiver of release all over her eubstance. She reached out for the handwriting shower bath to wash her insides after peeing, but suddenly for some reason, she placed the hand shower back and allowed herself to rest common, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remnants of her mind blowing two make out episode late that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to inflict his admirer Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to play his daily evening cricket. She hoped Deen would recrudesce an interest in athletic contest like Prem and build his material body too. Manya wished her Logos were also lithe, strong and well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making coffee the horny lady of the house smacked her lips and looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and her pilus quite disheveled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip ivory since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed seam, giving those buttock a well fondled stunned appearance. Manya's ass orb twitched at the much thought. The grocer's necking had been sensual and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but instant squeeze. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting nada in return, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's female Quaker openly admired her ass and even made their jealousy obvious. They said it was extra wax, jiggly and could drive a ideal to sexual madness with their gamy rise bounce. She tended to concord with them. Her buttocks did flare out disproportionately from her rather ample hips and what made the ass more prominent was her recollective and flawless waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unequalled talent. Her waist and ass fed off each other's halo. Manya felt rather proud of her rear asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the onlooker's eye through her belly and hips. And she did that with a vengeance. She was a very well bit of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Midway through her coffee making she heard the bell ring again. Feeling no apparent threat to her under dressed appearance since hubby was due only after one-half preceding six, she shifted her voluptuous body across to serve the door, with her depart hand again fingering her cunt pitcher up to the final second. On opening the threshold she saw her Cousin Dan's huge form with the arrogant face. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one sentence supposed to marry Dan but considered him too crude and arrogant. The hauteur came from his wealthiness but he did not acquire class along with his wealthiness. Now class later, with her new happen fascination for gaucheness, the same Dan began to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's eyes swept over her sexily attired grade and rested right between her second joint. His optic practically bore into that sarcoid junction, lapping up the exotic view of her obscure Dubyuh and the arousing ‘ V'which formed itself whenever Manya kept them together. He simply lusted after his first cousin Manya and made no secret of his craving. Overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his rise and began to cave in in - discretely to get with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his monolithic arms enveloping her eubstance fully. She could experience her big knocker getting crushed against his encompassing chest and her shake up 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 withdraw, but even he could experience a difference in her trunk odor. Not only was Manya's body riper since his net visit, but she felt and smelled different. But he liked the conflict. Within ten minutes Binu entered the room in his cricket gear wheel and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visits were always surprise visits and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive giving and goodies. After deep brown, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The consequence the door clicked shut, Manya felt a strong distich of hands dragging her backwards in a half mauling and half grabbing grip. It was a familiar grip and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six calendar month gap, his pent up lust for his sexy cousin burst out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her pelvic girdle. It lay in a heap on the floor and Dan stared at the ripe and sexy consistence of his adorable cousin. Her massive butt, her generous hips and the overall flesh feast which seemed to be aching for his heat touch proved too practically for him and he simply hurried her into the bedroom and made her lie on her back, right on her marital bed. Manya's thighs banquet in machinelike reaction and she reached out to take out Dan's trouser. They were down in a trice and Dan wasted no time in placing his strict 8 inch hawkshaw at the entry of his cousin's hot pussy. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delightful entry. The jabbing began in a steady momentum, with their missionary style carnal knowledge enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lust aroused, beautiful face. He simply adored his sexy cousin and hated it when she married her weakly interacting massive particle of a married man. That weak, pot bellied sot was a gross mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The thought made his already blood engorged shaft pounding in far arousal and he thrust deeper into her ever uncoerced pussy, reaching depths that were not reached in a foresighted, long fourth dimension. There was no talk between the two. Their bodies met and their oculus also met in the course of this searing union. Her typeface shifted to different levels of lecherousness in tune with his steadily pistoning peter, while his face got wilder and wilder, as if a caged Panthera tigris had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated body to higher level of longing and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding dick rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet pussycat in lengthy spurts of manly seed. Like he always did, he mashed her chest in fury during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an explosive climax with the dual triggers ignited. Gasping and feeling her puss muscle spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The musculus of her cunt still exerted fadeout imperativeness on his slowly deflating tool until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving farseeing and deep candy kiss all over her sweat covered face. Manya suddenly felt a quiver as his hired hand came off her chest, releasing his vice like bag on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they always acted on first passel whenever he came home. No words were spoken. It was simple, plain pumping and words would come after later. And clever Dan, he always chose the time when Desh was out of the theatre to make his entry. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the night and also having a drink with Desh.

With the snow flurry of the first fuck with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously wicked delight all over her body. It was the 3rd time she got fucked that day and what she loved most was that all juice were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a beauty enriching glow 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 relieve oneself some more than coffee tree for them. As she waited for the deep brown to warm up up, her handwriting again drifted towards her just fucked snatch. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the succus mixing in her cunt to spread all over her soft fingerbreadth. She loved the feel of her kitty when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the solitary time she tried to create Desh eat her pussy by spreading dear all over her nether region and dragging his head into her crotch. Quite to her surprise and alarm, Desh had recoiled and snarled at her, calling her a degenerate. She didn't try it again, not with her husband at least.

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

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

He kneaded her glorious, sarcoid backside for nearly a minute of arc, kissing her earlobe while doing so. Manya loved being held from behind. Her whole trunk responded to rear caresses and rise up first step almost naturally. Maybe that was one reason why she found it unmanageable to ward off Binu's uninterrupted assaults on her ass. That was one zone she had no control over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's cock slowly press against her au naturel asscheeks. A throb began all over her body, which gained in intensity when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen mesa. His now erect dick was probing her entire and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a rabbit would await for its cakehole. Manya was wet in no time again. It was her twat drip that drew his toilsome again rooster towards it like a flesh attractive feature. Suddenly cock met cunt and the humping began. Dan's hands now fully cupped a bent Manya's bosom while his steely dick carried off from where it left her steamy twat a short while ago. His organ stroked recondite and deeper into the horny mother's cunt, making her brain bounce off the table with each stroke. The insight was much deeper due to the deflect attitude and the thrusts were foresightful due to the foremost surge of lust having already been extinguished during their number 1 fuck. It was a recollective, slower and more delicious mating, but absolutely physical in nature. It was the mating of two eubstance that were customs designed for fucking each other. His six foot all-inclusive frame mounting her five foot seven inches of extramarital curvaceousness. The adultery added to the heating system of their passionateness and the heat of their copulation made the kitchen defer shake vigorously. Sounds of their loud screw mingled with the phone of Sir Henry Wood trembling.

It was initially the sound of wood that made Deen discard the main threshold and walk of life around the firm to the kitchen to see if there was any problem. As he approached, he could also take heed the loud grunt of a man and the continuous moans of a charwoman. He could recognize the moans of his horny mom but was concerned about the Male grunt. It was certainly not his don's and that too at this time of the day. If his male parent fucked his mom during late afternoon even once a month, then she would not birth to look at choice cock in spirit, he reasoned. Having eliminated that option, he peered through the kitchen window and was greeted by the most wake sight of his life.

His butt naked female parent was bent over the kitchen table with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick cock in and out of her sloughy slit like a car. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every hard stroke Dan gave into her lewdly presented cunt. Bent like a bitch, she was taking it from behind and screaming her full-blooded approving every clock time a thrust found its target. The strait were squishy with intermittent slaps reverberating through the kitchen each time Dan's balls slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood transfixed again with his hired man taking its inevitable route to his cock bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing member. With every throw of Dan into Manya's wetly receptive cunt, her son stroked his peter, matching Dan stroke for stroke. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his female parent's lustfulness. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's candy face, marveling at the sexual energy it carried.

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

Dan and Deen came together, the one-time into the easy twat of Deen's mother and the latter into lose weight air, with just one drop cloth getting splattered on the kitchen window pane. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit spate he had been spectator to, trying to suck the day's upshot. Two different guy had fucked his beautiful, sexy mother and both meter she took it like a kick, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to founder the extracurricular mates five minutes before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A single day, Deen had witnessed the utter depravity of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's event, the more obsessed he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristic way. The blood surged in his cock at the intellection of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The sight of her garden pink, throbbing slit getting a pounding in the most debasing military capability filled his mind with the purest emotions of empathy for a lady of the house in need. He began to refer to her more and more and even thought that he may like to facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her cognition so that he could watch and racket in the absolutely awesome manner in which she received voiceless cock.

With these thoughts floating in his brain, he rang the bell. Manya opened the threshold herself and gave him a remarkably wise grin. His eyes took in her lusty form which looked even more luxuriant than ever before. Her face was brighter than when he left her and her walk was a lot lazier and provocative. Her slower footstep imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to her wide and sarcoid hips, which were rather inadequately covered again by the like sheer blueing saree, which had the privilege of hugging her fully, well fucked organic structure through different stages of her illegally redundant sexual day today. He could have bid a million dollars to possess that saree after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the aroma of that aphrodisiacal saree for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's fetish and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realize that her fornication had won her an quick sympathiser and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued form Deen kept caressing his dick until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the living room couch to greet his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the bedroom and followed her with his eyes until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few hour later and two pairs of eyes went straight towards her hip joint. Deen saw that she had put on her white half-slip under the blue saree and immediately understood that it was sentence for his Dad to get in. The saree however was still well below her rich navel and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally have a bath and cleanse herself of the foretoken of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in LE than XXX instant and acknowledged Dan's comportment with a cursory hullo. In a dear demure way, Manya served snacks and deep brown for all. Only Deen could feel her inner wickedness and he loved her for feeling that way. That naughtiness was going to be the source of his titillating living.

In less than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottle of scotch brought by Dan. Desh drank at replicate the pace of Dan and Dan made no attempt to match the alcoholic Desh. Instead his flavor always traveled towards Manya's ass and bosom whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his room to contemplate 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 restrain his beverage and Dan nodded, winking at the Sami time. His brother Binu also entered the house and a quick dinner followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not need to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual rally were conducted with tally consensus and agreement 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 sleeping room, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An hr later, he heard a whisper and peered from one corner of his bed sheet towards where his parents kip, ensuring that he did not move. Desh was in a randy mood and he had already stripped the clothes off his aphrodisiacal wife. Manya's fair and throbbing body glistened in the partial darkness as her drunken husband began pawing her breasts roughly with both his hands, after positioning himself above her lying word form. Manya surrendered with some stage of expectation. Deen could induce out his mother's naked glory in the semitrailer darkness and deep suction phone of his Dad suckling his mother's total breasts like a child could also be heard. Manya's moans were more than out of discomfort than arousal and Deen could make that out in a minute. He knew his Mom's hot pants when he saw it. Desh didn't bother to see whether his son was asleep and Manya of course was totally unconcerned either way. In less than a minute after some festinate stimulation, Desh mounted his naked wife with his son peering in curiosity just a few feet away from them. Deen couldn't make out the attribute of his Fatherhood's tool, but he saw him try out some forceful movements which lasted just about a minute of arc. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his oversexed Mom had just begun to moan in arousal. It was all over in a moment. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife quivering in frustrated nudity. Manya continued to lie naked on her back, mitt buried deep into her dripping grab and she may have thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not throw been more awake and animated 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 check mark on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's consequence. She strode right out of the way in slow deliberate whole tone, stark naked and without a care in the world. Her wide pelvic girdle and fleshy posterior were silhouetted erotically in the extra dim lightness while her bare breasts shone in splendor every clock time some reflected Light from the give window bounced off them. She was a beauty in distraint and she happened to be his own mother. The looker was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her married man's limp prick could only superintend to stoke her lust fires. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her soaker, raw frame disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin-german to get in. An minute later, Manya stumbled into the bedroom and Deen watched his well fucked mom parapraxis naked the right way under the bed sheet. What a day it had been for the horny woman of the house. And she slept with her hand still caressing her pussy pitcher's mound and remained in that naked, curling bearing until she awoke.

Manya awoke first adjacent forenoon 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 Saame patrician transparent saree without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty dollar bill five yr old studhorse milkman was caught unawares by this wanton display. Her au naturel boobs showed clearly in all their glory and her ass was better than fully naked. It was just a onionskin, sheer piece of cloth pretending to cover her voluptuous body and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the Milk and turned around to disclose the awe-inspiring glory of her full ass to the world of one full second. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to start coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that I sari on her fountainhead ravished body. Dan had fucked his horny full cousin in every conceivable posture the previous night and together they came at to the lowest degree five meter. It would have been a day of marathon fucking for any other woman, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit heavy in the hip as if some surplus lecherousness still lingered in that well stacked body. She suddenly heard a sonant rap on the kitchen windowpane and looked up to see the milkman's Thomas Young and cheerful fount. He had a packet of milk in his handwriting and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached out to take the mail boat. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the doorsill, falling right onto the young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this fall, the stud tried to agree the falling lady and he held out both his medal, in the process ending up with both her replete, almost naked breasts in his hands. Manya felt bolt of electricity shoot through her nipples as he straightened her. His hands were still on her heave boobs and he made no effort to take out them. Manya too did not say a watchword but stood still, allowing the present moment to make over. There she stood, naked for all aim, a horny housewife early in the morning, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's script began to knead and squash slowly, bringing living into those mound and waves of pleasure into Manya's lust triggered body. The saree was fighting a turn a loss conflict and slowly fell right off her shoulders, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an in above her bush, which was clearly visible through the treacherous naughty saree. Manya stood still as the early days kept one hired man in caressing motion on her left over white meat while he ran the right one all over her waist, articulatio coxae, and belly and poked into her navel point. His strong digit reignited Manya's lecherousness and she responded by holding his head in her hands and bringing it down for a hot, tenacious and tongue tying buss. His vernal passion and the mischief of the ahead of time cockcrow pushover on her glowing tegument may have forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. milkman understood the lady's state and without any encourage holdup, he placed the aroused, almost nude housewife on the doorstep of her kitchen with her promontory inside, leaving her fleshy, glorious and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and open air, with her articulatio genus kneeling outside the door. The stud placed himself right behind her lavish ass and gave some readying squeezes to those quivering globes o creamy human body. Manya gasped as the berth brought about the dormant lust in her like no early posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like a bitch in warmth and almost mewled in arousal as his strong, unseasoned dick began examining its entry route into that seething puss. A sudden stab ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its speed and vigor. Then thrust after driving force followed at lightning speed, almost blood-related to a dog mating its beef in the peak of the mating season. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her hip joint and his deal reached out to maul her swinging breast with the vigor of an athlete. It was the kind of dumbbell mauling she craved for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She was ready to cede her psyche for this timbre of fucking. Her forced stifling of her screams repel his passion to further meridian as the risk of getting observed in this outrageously spottable spot lent a licentious thrill to both and to a greater extent so in Manya's case. She continued to bask the furiously paced ramming this macho-man was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his grip and her breast felt like they would get torn apart from her juicy organic structure. But deep within, her loins, cunt bud and walls screamed in pleasure at this particular hammering in the special post, right on the doorstep.

Her sounds were only too familiar to her son Deen. Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan's room for a peek. Not finding her there, he thought that she may induce decided to demand her hanker postponed bath. Seeing even the john empty, he followed the auditory sensation that he began to listen and take the air right into the kitchen. The animalistic fucking of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise him, but the bow-wow style adopted yet again and the bitch like consistence oral communication of his well stacked Mom during her licentious amour stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising lust from behind the icebox as his endearing mother gave herself to this stranger like a wanton bitch in the wee hour of the sunup. The stud shot his load, Manya screamed her way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own moans as he shot a huge lode of sperm onto the icebox side. He saw the milkman put his dick away even as his well fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare storey open, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen storey. The doorsill supported her aphrodisiacal waist as she lay rout, breathing heavily from the exertion. Her case wore a smile of satisfaction and lying in hat pose, with the flimsy saree still bunched up around her coxa, she looked a dead on target slut. Deen found this slut looking at in his mother as being ethereal and closer to nature and truth.

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

female parent Manya on the early mitt rose and steadied herself by holding the door. She kept the saree bunched around her rose hip with her left-hand paw holding the garment around her privates area. She looked a ravishing mickle as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big var. of Dan.

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

"Oh Dan,"whimpered Manya meekly as she allowed him to take for her by her raw waist and lead him over to the dining table. His men slipped lower to hold her by the asscheeks and the damp there certainly took him by surprise.

Manya simply allowed Dan to carry on leading her till they reached the dining table. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her full ass and laid her, back down on the mesa. Manya let him recline her head and back while he had her thighs and branch stretched out of the table. He drew her shapely thighs around his articulatio coxae and tugged her saree away, divesting himself of his trunks in the appendage. Manya was nude sculpture and outstretched now, her luscious ass resting on the edge of the dining table, with her cousin's dick already testing her pussy ingress. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the articulatio coxae, and continued to remain wordless as he lifted her leg and wrapped them around his neck opening. This brought their bodies so close to each other that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this seat ?"

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

"Just make out me now darling cousin. We'll talk later,"whispered the ever concupiscent housewife.

In that intimate lieu, the two of them had a long, leisurely fuck, driven by some confidence that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious place. They fucked and fucked, for ten long moment with his men squeezing and un squeezing her charged up rose hip and his palms occasionally rising to cup and work her shakiness breasts. They looked corking together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual wafture, astragal of sweat decorating both their faces. The creature bent to kiss his beauty for one last time that day. The beauty accepted his place ravishment candy kiss with smiling amorousness. Five minutes later she detached herself from his clasp, letting her pegleg drop down but still broadcast them lewdly on the table. Dan set and placed a yearn, lingering osculation, right on her pussy, making her gasp and groan all over again.

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

Chapter 7

Manya's morn had got off to a rousing beginning with two sterling bouts of sex. One was surd and quick with a young stud, while the early was a gradual, mutually seeking love life fashioning sitting with her cousin-german. The delicacy of the latter took her by surprisal. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zona, which was her hips and ass parcel. The integral mass of physical body was damp from sweat and semen. Her crotch and interior thighs were completely sticky and an ooze track had formed right down to her human knee. Her pussy had been pulverized since the old morning by four different men and she was feeling wide-cut down there as if it were a repository of sperm, of the dry, articulated lorry dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all kinds. The sonsy mother of two son felt deliciously juicy all over and her physical structure ached Sir Thomas More out of pleasurable nervous impulse rather than any fatigue. Two explosive fucks in half an time of day between quarter to six and tail preceding six in the morning was a dream for any thirty six year old woman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply ruttish as Manya.

She heard no audible auditory sensation of effort in the sign of the zodiac other than Dan in his privy and he would give any minute now for his escape. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her puss, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after load of semen bank deposit. She began to like this stickiness because it made her feel very aphrodisiac and did not allow her to take her psyche off sex. Of late she hated to think of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must clean up for the new day. Lying defenseless on her dining table with a somewhat meet glowing all over her body, she kept smiling to herself with her hired hand around her slit mound, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to have it the most. Her illustrious blue saree was lying on a chair next to the table and her eye fell on it. That brought her out of her reverie and suddenly the totality lewdness of her present state struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right paw on her pussy heap, she picked up her sari and threw as practically of it around her as possible without any erosion approach pattern, almost like she was throwing a bed canvas around herself. But this being a lot more see-through than a bed sheet, her replete and glowing body still stood magnificently revealed. Her well molded and well caressed white meat jiggled with every sexy step she took towards her bedchamber. Her walk was sheer titillating poetry in movement and befitted the brush of a master copy artist. Her trunk was more or less covered but the careless way in which she draped the saree left her entire creamy back open right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitors or witness at that time. Two of the visitant had already fucked her half way to heaven. But she was ill-timed about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth jerk off in the toilet and came out of the bathroom and prepared to go to his room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't bother to trouble his snoring father. He looked at him and felt almost no-good for him. He felt sorry for his female parent too, but there was a conceptual shift in his sentiment in each shell. He tiptoed out of the way rather casually but stooped dead in his tracks just one dance step out of the room access. What he saw in the living elbow room shocked the sense out of him. His lovely Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman early that first light was bidding farewell to her cousin and his uncle. It was the method of farewell that was unique for his adolescent eyes. They were both at the primary door and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hired man and held Manya, cupping her face fully and lavishing her cheeks and eyes with long wet candy kiss. Manya kept purring and returning his candy kiss with her very own juicy ones. Hiding behind the curtain, Deen peeped at the licentious couple with a throb middle. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most ludicrous fashion, concealing her in share and revealing her in other parts. From his angle, he could have out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's hands crept up his female parent's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a good romanticistic way. Her face was still on his face in a voluptuous, longsighted tongue exploration, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's dick to yet another res publica of absolute rigorousness. Something interchangeable must have happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her knees, the action causing her saree to fall right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in front of Dan at their main door, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mumble something as his horny mother quickly brought out his cock and gulped it with a greedy groan. For the adjacent few mo Dan only kept stroking his bursting gumshoe as he watched his mother's read/write head bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's stopcock. Her movements gathered swiftness and his stroking followed suit. Deen suddenly looked back in alarm at his sleeping father when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the adulterous heap in the living room, only to see his Mom's oral sex going up and down at baseless speed and his uncle's hands clutching her hair and head in a strong, passionate grip. The whole sight was supremely erotic right up to the moment of Dan's huge release. Deen saw the gradual deceleration of Manya's head over his uncle's puppet accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his mother's lovely sinister haired heading. The clench was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, naked full cousin to her feet and looked at her cheek which was well covered with his cum. Her mouth, rim, nose and cheeks were coated thickly with his seed and she looked fondly into his oculus. Some spirt had also landed on her beautiful long fuzz above her brow. Their mouths met again for yet another deep kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his pant and secured his rap mumbling out a good bye during the osculation. Very unwillingly Dan opened the briny door to entrust, but after unfastening the room access latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin for one last passionate kiss. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude mother at the half undecided door. The slew made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would enter the family. The final kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully raw woman of the house lasted one to the full arcminute before the almost open main door. It was broken only by the sound of a car emerging out of the neighbor's sign of the zodiac. Manya shut the door on her first cousin hurriedly and grabbed her saree in the same motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in dismay. Seeing the business firm rather quiet, she sighed in relief and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the idea of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her design and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the bathroom and locked himself in. A few minutes later he pretended to flush the toilet and walked out of the bathroom as if he had just finished.

He looked into the room and live yet another surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up position on the bed, covered fully by the bed sheet. The bed piece of paper covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her eyes were closed and she was huddled up under the flat solid very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping body as was plain from the outline she made. Deen saw her blue sari lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a start when he realized that his mom was naked under the screening and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained dead body around his sleeping Father of the Church and had already begun to snooze. The vision was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful mother's foxiness and sheer desertion. She knew that her son would emerge from the bathroom but didn't care. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin a Delicious, wholesome blowjob early in the daybreak followed by additional passionate leave-taking buss in naked abandon before a half open main door. If it wasn't for the phone of the car, they might consume grabbed another quick fuck, felt Deen. By now he had come to anticipate the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could hold been the afterglow of two resounding ass and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep for a full hour, cuddling her defenseless, well used dead body up to her profound sleeping hubby. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her hips away from him and looking into his eyes. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she was more accustomed to his tangle and hex. ticker leaping with a upsurge of joy, she leaned her head forward to buss him on his lips. Desh wasn't much of a kisser and Manya had to do all the clapper probing. The normally reluctant married man allowed his wife to take over, but only for a while. For a full two minutes, Manya licked and sucked her hubby's lips and lingua, tracing wet lines all over his cheeks too. Desh felt a tutelage run through his organic structure as he realized that his beautiful wife tasted strange and dissimilar. He felt her breasts under the flat solid and encountered their naked resplendence. He gave a couple of quick squeezes which made Manya groan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to sweet-talk an erection out of him initiatory thing in the good morning. He also knew that she liked to kip naked after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their night'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 rag to get disarranged from Manya's riotous body and the stallion mightily side of meat of her body, from her balmy toe upwards, past her ample thigh, one full breast and one-half her neck lay exposed to scrumptious viewing. Manya didn't make an effort to cover her incline fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

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

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

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

"Ohhh !"sighed Manya in some frustration as she watched her married man make a move into the bathroom. Her right hand side was still exposed and naked as Desh closed the room access without even a coup d'oeil at the tantalizing contour of his nude wife under the covers.

Still lying idle, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her left hand moved slowly beneath the covering to cup her mound and a slow, involuntary caress began of her cum rained pussycat. She could herself feel the secure odor of her ravished, unwashed consistency. The olfactory perception did not repulse her. If anything she wanted it to linger as long as possible, even on this new day.

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

"good aurora and well-chosen Holi to you too honey ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her expose DoS and still letting her concealed left mitt caress her pussy. The precipitance of her son's entry and his amour with the holiday diverted Manya's attending to her loving boy from her own nudeness. As he did every morning, he bent forward to snog his mother on the cheek and due to the holiday happiness, his kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking strait on her rosy brass. She had massaged her cousin Dan's cum into her cheeks and with her son's entire powerful osculation on them, she experienced a jolt late inside her which brought a fresh wave of juices into her loins and onto her caressing finger. Her forget hand continued to caress her wet pussy under the covers as she returned Binu's kiss with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some friend's place for celebrating and won't be back until tardily afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, half seeking her permission. His manus sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his luscious female parent's exposed body this side of the covering fire. His boyish eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and instead of kneading his favorite ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's exposed side fully and rushed out of the bedroom after another peck on her os frontale. Manya was about to say yes to his one-half request when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearing. Fully embarrassed, she felt the blood course through her voluptuous torso at a suddenly heighten pace. She didn't even take in it but her deal continued to caress her pussycat, as it did, right field through the brief conversation with her little son.

Manya went into the toilet naked the consequence her husband came out and proceeded to brush her teeth, sitting on the throne seat to pee at the same time. The flow relieved her and as she bent to launder herself, she reflected for a present moment and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd wash her kitty and body thoroughly after Desh left the house when she'd have more clock time. Stepping out of the toilet naked she quickly donned her underskirt and took the same blue transparent saree to wear since she'd have to toss it soon before her Bath. She chose a whiteness sleeveless low cut blouse and again wore it without a bra since there was not a lot time for her bath anyway. Knowing that her husband and kids were waiting for their morning time coffee tree, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen and prepared some hot coffee in efficient time.

Deen was already ready and so was Binu, since he had planned to leave even before breakfast. Desh normally had his bathtub after his good morning coffee and breakfast. Holi celebrations began early every fourth dimension since mass had to end the color and water dunking feast at least by twelve noon so as to yield their colored and drenched bodies metre to get cleaned up. It was a day when all barriers were broken in respect of age, relationship and sex. People mingled and reveled in applying colored pulverization and colored water on each former to celebrate ace and joy. The standard pressure was festive, cheery and very strong-arm too with both men and women drenching each other with one-sided water supply and also hosing one another with water system piping. Objections and inhibitions of any sorting were simply not entertained nor tolerated. cleaning woman knew and understood that this was a day to break informal and enjoy themselves.

Her son Binu left for his admirer's plaza after his coffee and Deen, being less gregarious, favored to read in his elbow room. Manya heard the doorway being banged and realized it was the neighborhood boys insisting that the room access be opened so that they could apply colors on all of them. Desh found this extremely nettle and he shouted at them to leave. Moreover he had to bath and give for work. He rushed into the privy, noting the time on the clock.

The son continued to ring the Alexander Graham Bell and bang the door while Desh was in the bath. Manya knew them all. They were well behaved scholarly person and not one of them was above 18 age of age. Though interaction was not sponsor, they were all quite charmed by her and she was reasonably fond of them.

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

Manya was somewhat amused and also worried that they may burst open the door. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bathroom, he was safety from any colouring onslaught. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic son before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to open the door. Her breasts swayed in a sexy nodding motion as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her wax and well rounded berm and strongly fleshed munition. minuscule wisps of axilla hair flashed exotically whenever she raised those branch. Her fully revealed middle glowed in all its fairness and her sexy navel opened up and closed with every step of Manya. Her massive asscheeks showed a saucy bounciness in keeping with her sprightly footprint as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like underworld breaking loose. The four Whitney Young bookman dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the strongest went right-hand behind her and hugged her fully from behind in an attempt to hold back and tie her hands so that she was immobilized. His putz rubbed against her full phase of the moon asscheeks repeatedly while his hired man held her hired man firmly against her belly. One of them applied people of color on Manya's rosy cheek and kept caressing it continuously. The second guy was more belligerent as he used both his deal to gather color and run them right down Manya's fleshy body right from her neck, over her heaving boobs, all over her creamy waist, thigh and even ft. The one petting Manya's human face shifted his pawing to her fair and full shoulders and the color red covered them too in no prison term, including her juicy axilla, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the time, in half joy. Deen continued to watch in shock as the four intruder pawed and mauled his curvy female parent all over under the pretence of color. The one behind her, Salman was having a field day, digging his dick and turn down body right into Manya's all-encompassing and sarcoid tooshie and also bending over her font to calculate down so that she didn't free her weaponry. Not that Manya tried severe. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this attack. Her integral resistance appeared half hearted. The young person applying color on Manya's front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a replete minute, giving him steer gropes of her full knocker over her braless blouse. Manya's mamilla shot to erection and the dual pressure of the boob mauling and the putz impact on her bum direct wild waving of lust all over the body which was so well love just a few hr ago. Salman simply didn't let her hand free. Nor did he unsay his tool from ramming into her ass every clock time it wriggled during her drive. His brass was over Manya's cervix and Deen could swan that he saw Salman snog his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once but many times. With his Mom's breast being squeezed on and off and her midriff getting pawed strongly, those few arcminute seemed like a powerful pipe dream for Deen. He noticed the middle mauler getting extra substantial with his squeeze and suddenly all the natural process caused the top half of her sheer saree to hang off. There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother, getting felt and pressed in a state of semi nakedness displaying her breasts and belly to four horny spring chicken who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to pounce on their wet dream aunt. When the sari fell off to reveal her breasts almost fully through the onionskin, sleeveless blouse, the guy in movement took a hardihood step. He dipped his manus in wet color and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering breasts, fully caressing their loving cup and squeezing them in little burst so that it didn't look deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her nude and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her mind blew a fusee and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breath and wet kisses around her neck and earlobes. She let the other guy give birth his consequence with her breasts and belly, letting them liquidity crisis and maul the creamy curve ball. In that state of delirium she didn't even notice the look of stirred seismic disturbance on her son's aspect. She had almost turned limp when the last youth who was standing with a bucket of water poured it right over Manya's head, drenching her from head word to toe. It was a slew so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks to gawk and look up to the sheer 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 curved shape and heavy spots of her dead body in full halo. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could sustain been labeled as the molestation of the century, especially since this was conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his delectable Mom opened the threshold deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the nonesuch chance. It all took two mo but the effect on Deen was a lifelong source of jerk off material. He was itching to run into the bathroom for it but decided to await until his sexy female parent at least correct her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all well bye in her wet and exposed glory. Again Deen could swear that Salman had managed a quick kiss on her lips before he left .