The shrill good morning warning signal sent rambunctious bolts and waves into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her deep eye and cast a sleepy glance towards the place adjacent to her. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring batch of her still snoring married man Desh, cuddled up like an insecure tyke, his breath carrying the odor of liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full moon frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin white blouse without a bra and a loosely tied underskirt which settled about six inch below her abstruse navel, she dragged her sybaritic torso 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 push button of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brownish Negroid aureole stared right out of her thin blouse and this morning the ends were sharp and pointed, common mood of her bodily need for a wide blooded screwing. Almost involuntarily her mitt went to the sarcoid region between her second joint and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to gain in heat, the import her finger's breadth sought the warm fold. With an unhearable moan, she gave one loving liquidity crisis between her inner thighs and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a frisson of relief as some of the accumulated horniness found tack sack. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the Same scant attire she moved to the chief threshold to collect the morning time Milk River. Opening the room access, she bent to pick up the Milk River and in the mental process her broad knocker spilled out to form a sexually attractive cleavage. From the corner of her eye she saw the milkman's cycle parked in the compound and realized that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her daily coming into court. A wide-cut minute was spent in gathering the milk during which her creamy chest spilled nearly 80 percent out of her slender, low cut blouse. Giving this forenoon show was now a habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting kick from this ostentation and even when someone other than the usual milkman delivered the milk, they learnt to appease until Manya gathered her milk.

turning her back to the milkman, she started closing the door, giving him a lingering panorama of her ample, meaty ass and a wake raise sentiment of her luggage compartment, especially since the half-slip came down to well below her hip and settled almost at the showtime of her ass crack. Just before finally losing the door, she turned again towards the outside and offered another flash of her immense midriff, with its flaring curvature at the waist and the juicy, deep, inviting navel. This exercise was her morning tonic and a day was savorless without it.

The entire five feet seven inches of her broad bodied, well stacked, lush descriptor swayed with a rash grace as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a second to peep into the room of her two sons, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and content, hands between his thigh and lost in a dreamy world, while Binu was sleeping on his back, his right hand placed idly around his genitals. What caught her eye was, however the tenting in his shortstop, sticking imposingly out at the cap. She smiled indulgently like a mother would, but a cryptic moistening crept up her cunt, which was already aroused by the morning show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to machinate the morning burnt umber and breakfast. Within an hour all hell would dampen informal as three males would stimulate through their first light routine, gulp their food for thought and flee the house, leaving her all alone. The thought process made her feel a bit empty but also filled her with an endeavour and abandonment that came from the knowledge that she would be all by herself with her voluptuous, sensuous body.

Deen was always the initiative one to awaken up. Nearly six feet tall, he was a appease giant, loose limbed and with the body language of a ripe and lovable kid. Manya continued to rest in her attire even before her kids and it had become normal for them to catch their skimpily clad Mom go about her chore every morning in that state of undress. She had been doing it now for the past 4 geezerhood out of sheer convenience and it never struck her that their bursting hormones would one day take awareness of her ample spell, especially her wellspring polish bottom, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

"Good morning Mom ”, called out Deen, as he entered the kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his greeting, smiling into his soulful, loving and almost pup like oculus. Deen could see right down her partly unbuttoned blouse and trace the full curved shape of both her melon like tit with the entire glory of their semitrailer pointed nipples.

His dick jerked to attention.

"Get ready honey. Today's your especial breakfast item. Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her wide rose hip against his. Deen could feel the heat energy, softness and meat of his Mom's hips as she went past him. He stifled a pant as her dainty fingers inadvertently grazed his crotch. He wore no underwear beneath his shorts and he was startled by the near clench of his throbbing offspring manhood by his very own biological female parent. It stunned him and also confused him, like it did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally, adding to his dilemma. His first stirring of manhood had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His foremost dick caressing had taken post while he had seen her changing. His starting time major jerk off had been over her photograph of her carrying him as a three year old. He loved concentrating on his three year old hired hand clutching at Manya's bosom in the icon. And when he came, he made sure that some driblet always landed on the word picture, if possible on Manya's beautiful face.

But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his stimulation obvious and strove to camouflage it. Manya, on her part, noticed her elder son's disturbance but did nothing in full term of either her salad dressing or body language to disport him. If she was built sexy and left with an eternally horny body due to her husband's laxity in bed, then she couldn't avail it. No force on earth can hide a woman in rut, especially a woman blessed with the rich contours and fleshy warmth of Manya. She had a soundbox that craved loving. She had luscious chest that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's warm mite. She had a massive, protruding, more than proportionate ass that could well be her skillful asset. It was high, house, wide and with a curvature that sent viewer'passions soaring. There was not one of her hubby's Quaker that didn't want to spank her sonsie ass or dip into her juicy twat. She didn't care about their approach and over metre she learnt to live with them. Even those long boozer parties where men would coddle in subtle gropes and almost leering input while her husband would be sizzled left her quite in control. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a broad variety of men of all age groups lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and kiss on the nerve. Binu was always the more illustrative and physical of the two fry. His hug lingered a little farseeing than necessary but Manya made no move to absolve herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his mother's impudence, this time rather close to the turning point of her mouth. Manya felt his youth, 12 yr old erecting thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her pussy moisten again. Binu's Acts awakened her dormant lust. Though twelve years old, his actions were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to take hold of her, rub his dick against her huge tooshie and let his hands roam all over his juicy female parent's expansive waistline. His hired hand groped the bed of her braless blouse and made decent contact with her mounds to make her squeal. It was well-off for Manya to dismiss her little son's Acts of the Apostles as childlike. Only a character of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to remain so that she was spared of any dialogue with her scruples. Unlike his elder Brother, Binu knew his motive and made his movement very obvious, with no scope for any communication gap. Manya loved it. It made her palpate very wanted and desirable. Binu on the other mitt was certainly that he was only expressing his extreme point honey for his mother.

After packing Binu into the bathtub, Manya decided to awake up her married man. For a day-by-day incomprehensible reason, she draped a sari 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 sleeping husband and studied his form as she neared him. He was an column inch brusk than her five pes seven column inch, slender in arm and chest but with a pot belly that grew out of endless hours of drinking, both at home and alfresco. He snored the moment his principal hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their early mean solar day of marriage when she used to ignite him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his ears lightly while her fingers danced around his flaccid manhood. He would invoke in those days and postponement 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 shit her lie belly up on the bed. Using his left hand to scuff her sari above her unruffled, hot second joint, he would draw his half ready dick into her already steaming pussy. A few gallant strokes would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his tool into her eager love nest whenever it slipped out. About 60 seconds of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out a measly total of spermatozoon into her uterus, which would just about suffice to moisten her just watering cuckoo. With an irritated grunt he would simply pluck off her and thrill into the privy without even looking back. If he did, then he would have seen the writhing, frustrated body of his adorable wife, legs spread, breathing heavily and thighs vellication in rising intensity.

The sight of a writhing tractor trailer nude Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an climax would give been the ultimate erotic sight for any peep tom but for the sexy wife herself it was a daily distortion. And she was forced to go through this torture on a daily basis, at times with frenzied regularity and with the greatest ever regularity in the lastly few months.

In the endure few year here had been hardly any inspired tear of erotic love fashioning, which for her lusty body was a privation surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever take between her day-to-day lolly and a daily screw, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in surrender, she shook her husband Desh live. With the usual aurora grunt and without the svelte hint of a promising early erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the john, not bothering to even care his beautiful wife.

The bit her hubby closed the privy door, she heard Deen foretell out,"Mom, I need help to wash my hair ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's toilet. Along the way, she unwrapped her saree, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bath. She didn't want to wet the sari in the course of Deen's bath. Deen was in his underclothing and sitting on a stool when Manya moved across to him, her braless breast swaying gently and her belly shape rippling with each stone's throw. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's deep and big navel. As Manya bent and washed his tomentum with shampoo her navel and depleted abdominal cavity stared right into his boldness. It was a double feast for the budding spring chicken as his eyes absorbed he juicy depth of her belly out button and his nostrils inhaled the musky perfume of her bush, which permeated through the half-slip. In LE than three bit his dick shot up in his undies, a view which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting reactions of her husband and son to the very Sami body. But being the mother, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her stroking. The plenteous fret forced Deen to shut down his eyes. Now he could only find his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into greater stimulation. Her big boobs would dip every now and then to press into his head warmly while her crotch would reach tantalizingly close to his face, with the aroma almost sending him into a concupiscent stupor. The he felt the water raining down from the exhibitioner onto his human face and head. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He was not the only one wet. His mother's sexy body was drenched all over the top one-half, her nipples poking right out of her wet blouse. The plenty was astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jiggling right in movement of his face. Deen thought he would shoot out his spunk without even a soupcon. At the Saame time he was transfixed and puzzled by the entire nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash out and towel off her son's aroused body. She seemed to be completely casual in her approximate tot exposure to Deen, her very own son. With her full hips barely a few in from his head, she turned around to bend off the shower, in the process presenting him with a idea boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet petticoat. The garment made a Brobdingnagian inroad into her cigaret crevice and the altogether appearance was straight out of one of those soft pornography movie which he enjoyed now and then with his brother. But he was better blessed than his friends because he had daily real life soft porn scenes to be out in his own house and with his very own loving female parent. A waste thought germinated in his head which seemed to fare 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 bathroom to check on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his dick the import his mother's bodacious ass swayed out of mickle. He needed the release.

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

"It's getting time for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her assertion broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual fashion his workforce completely encircled her full waist and caressed the folds at the position with the index finger's breadth of his veracious hand straying into her umbilicus to finger it in a rotating question. The military strength lasted one minute of squealing and 60 seconds of tardily and steady pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this presentation of affection from Binu and only Manya suspected that the feeling was quite sexual even from her son's side. But as always, he would stop just when her body began to betray her emotions. He would cease to caress her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his genes and libido from her side of the family. But it was still too early to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that person found her desirable and someone wanted to finger her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. Deep, tough and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if possible right field out of her brains.

Feeling fully aroused from all the romantic attention she had been getting, Manya again wore the sari around her wet underwear and went to go around the breakfast on the mesa. The dress felt onerous and she found herself being slowed down by a mum droning between her second joint. Involuntarily again, her left hand reached for her crotch. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the dress for at least 5 minutes before the sound of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

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

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

instant after they all left, Manya rushed into the bedchamber and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her apparel off her stir up eubstance on the way. She unstrung her petticoat and tore the blouse off her bursting breasts as her lust aroused eubstance flopped onto the voiced bed. Both hands covered her full tit, the decoration kneading roughly and the fingers pulling at the now sharp steer. Her stage thrashed about as she literally crushed her full boobs like a demons in heat. Her entire body felt like it was on fervidness and she thought she would blow up if it was not extinguished. Both her men dropped quickly to her kitty mound and she worked her fingers in and out of that plenteous and fleshy zone, causing her second joint to spread, close and spread in a thinker boggling sequence of abandonment. She gave herself in totally to the demands of her lush, neglected body. Her wasted luxuriance surged with renewed Hope every clip she subjected herself to this burst of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as her fingers delved and probed into her slopped pussy, striking a frenzied rhythm in tune with her wildly excite brain. The passionate start rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full hips up and down on the bed, as her digit stroked her horny body to a new top of raptus. She felt the lunar time period ascension trench within her loins and it only drove her fingerbreadth deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The lunar time period reached its peak and let relax a bursting floodlight, washing her loins all over, making her finger reach furious speeds until the flop began, first in her loin, then in her fingers and finally in her aureate, sarcoid inner second joint. With receding heat, she slowly regained normal breathing, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the lower abdomen, feet still apart in a lewd monitor of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with sweat and wet with her juices. The solid bed canvass was drenched and she silently decided that she would change it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an time of day after her Marathon academic session she rose for a bath. The cool water felt comforting on her still hot body. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her Dubyuh and kitty-cat. She stroked, caressed and patted her cumulus indulgently until a flicker of foreplay crept up her spine all over again. Sighing, she stepped out gross naked into her bedroom. She used a thin Patrick White towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own handwriting. She dabbed the light towel all over her gorgeous body until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her foresightful tomentum. She wrapped the towel around her tomentum after ten minutes of drying. Opening her wardrobe, she tried to decide on what to break when her eyes fell on a fire up puritanic transparent sari and a sheer whiten blouse. She took both of them into her hands, without as much as a thought for a bra and half-slip. She hated the weightiness and imperativeness of undergarments. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to feel the textile rub against her supple and sexy flesh, especially around her glorious hip and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a semi transparent sari gave a complete picture of her low-toned treasure and fleshy thighs. But she didn't care. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underclothes and she had the totally day right up to her husband's reaching to fall away back into them anyway.

However it did not utilise to her two Logos. She was comfy without undergarments in their comportment and she guessed they were comfortable too. In any case there were no obvious mansion of embarrassment on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through saree without a hint of underclothes. Right through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one single garment on her lush body, be it a underskirt and blouse or saree without petticoat. The full phase of the moon attire was for their Fatherhood, a fact which they came to pull in rather betimes. The musical theme made them experience good and cozy about their sexy mother. They loved her a lot more for the extra solace layer she seemed to percentage with them. It made them feel 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 totally body but revealed its fleshy, creamy glory to awesome effect. Tied well below her deeply and exotic omphalos, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's plenteous hips and threatened to fall right off her juicy torso if she even bent forward a little more than than needed. The blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was so tight and low cut that half her cleavage was on appearance right through the flimsy saree. The bottom of the blouse was almost tucked into the base of her fully boobs, giving them life and bounce as she walked. From the home of her breasts to maybe an column inch above her chaparral was a completely divulge territory of supercharged flesh. Manya's window of seduction was her overweight yet sexy midriff and the randy woman of the house was fully mindful of it. It was Brobdingnagian, all-embracing and bedecked with possibly the deepest and racy umbilicus on terra firma. When she walked in this attire, her thigh and trimmed crotch hair offered themselves to look at in tantalizing peep. Taking the rear view, the saree dipped right down to the pourboire of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily clothe 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 ruttish wife and female parent of two. Putting it plainly, her unscathed body screamed for a fucking.

The beginnings of restlessness crept into her boozer body and Manya launched into her customary knoll caress. She would finger herself after bathtub for about a few minutes everyday before preparing tiffin. Now, while she was in that dreamy charm, she heard the buzzer ring. She first looked out of the window and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three days to deliver vegetable and yield. Manya rose from the couch, hand still on her fork and moved to spread out the door. She kept her hand on her mound in a partial caress and retained it all the way up to the door, loth to give way up the warm damp 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 birth preferred to cocker in prolonged self assault in her present mood. Her mind quickly accepted the intrusion but the sign to her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a sealed inner discordance, especially between her second joint, where a midget gook had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the door and peered out to ask if there was any new stuff. She kept just her brain out of the door, her hired hand still playing with her pussy through the sheer folds of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her usual alternative of vegetables were fresh and she may like to ask a look and decide. Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, fingers still playing with her puss behind the door. With one final jabbing, she withdrew her hand from where she loved to keep it the most and threw the door wide open. The grocer, a thickset man in his late thirty-something gaped in astonishment at her dress, or the lack of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to draw his attention. The grocer's mind worked at the speed of light, ineffective to sound the delicious sight in social movement of him. He knew from his patronize sojourn that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a steamy homemaker in all his firm sales agreement over the twelvemonth. He could distinguish a hungry pussy when he saw one. Over the finis one year he had seen Manya in several careless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in mastery of matter. 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 have its day. Her appearing told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any clothes. The saree was fully transparent, showing him all of her. The prolific bush, those splendiferous thighs and the entire midriff, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly button calling tending to his regard. While she was fingering herself the top one-half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her copious and cryptical navel fully exposed to his view. With the creamy human body above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the belly button resembled a pussy in need, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to examine some of the leafy veggie and this made the top half of her saree drop, revealing her generous cleavage with a clear vision of her perked up nipples. She didn't realize that her saree had dropped and continued with her genuine task of grocery pick from his basket. The grocer's center popped right out their sockets and his turncock threatened to tear out of the material it was stretching around his genitals. His strong hands felt a surge of blood as did every nervure in his trunk. Manya was decidedly the live of his customers and he looked forward to visiting her house more to experience the surprises she held for him in the form of her dress computer code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. breast, nipples, belly button, midriff, second joint, and bush - every troy ounce of her juiciest parts was starkly visible through her dreaming like garments. The Arabian professional dancer did wear transparent bottoms but at least they wore panties. Here a middle aged housewife was treating him to fleshy joy of the sort people only dreamt of.

The apparent involvement of Manya with the market basket and her ignorance of the state of her breast suited the grocer and he let his hungry eyes travel all over her voluptuous frame, taking in the sexuality oozing out of every inch. His center rested for foresighted moments on her hip, the divulge portion of which was like a multitude of charged up pulp, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only flesh in need is left for this sort of wanton exhibit and his animal inherent aptitude gradually took over. He shifted unaired to her, as if to help Manya adulterate her bag with his stuff. He held the bag up for her piece Manya filled it with a cluster of vegetables. She had to lift her weapon system up to do so and in the outgrowth, her pep pill saree dropped right off her shoulders, chest and shank to take a breather tantalizingly at her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed she was all along to his regard. Her face acquired a sudden flush but there was no way she could continue herself up since both her bridge player were occupied. She looked into the grocer's oculus and observed the burning passion. His looks sent frisson up her spine and a warm deluge of juices gushed forth from her loins to further moisten her already wet vulva.

This sentence the outburst of juices was different. They flowed and flowed without a break. The control chemical mechanism which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his strong gaze. The grocer extended his strong weaponry towards her exposed rose hip and dragged her closer. His manly touch did the trick. It was the touch of a man, unassailable and reassuring. It was also the grip of a testosterone racy male which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his former helping hand gripped her correct hip to nail the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The manlike grocer jerked the beautiful wife towards himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent breasts jiggled at his action mechanism. His hands on her meaty hip joint encountered raw heat and he realized that this juicy body was being wasted. He could find out a half sob as he strengthened his clutch on her lour hip joint and turned her around. Her high rise buttocks came into hot contact with his dick and even through the sheer garment, their oestrus took him by surprise. If ever there was a hornier char, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he care to know.

With one I tug, the saree came right off her hot hips and fell in a heap at her fundament. Manya was still in a lusty shock as she allowed him to anything he pleased. She moaned as he felt his hands caress her plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her rump and kneaded it. The kneading keep on and Manya got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of restraining him. Her tingling cunt was now dripping at the ministration of this grocer. Her pegleg parted on their own accord and he reached down to carry his squeezing into her inner thigh and finally her seething, soaked kitty. That set off her gather lecherousness initiation and she cried out in helpless craving and fell right down onto her knees.

In that attitude she presented an awesome sight on all fours. Her look was glazed with lust and her ass quivered in wanton luxuria. She wriggled her hips and iron out backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his pant and brought out his steel hard pecker, which was now throbbing with as much prevision as the horny homemaker's pussy. He cast one coup d'oeil at the crawling form of the beautiful woman before him. She looked so hot and destitute. Like a gripe in rut. She needed a fucking and like hell, he was going to throw her one.

In one individual plunge he entered right into her nuzzle, her wet bitch walls giving an over lubricated welcome. Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in lust. He began stroking into her schmaltzy slit with gradual motions. The lust crazed housewife screamed for harder strokes and driven by her wanton behavior, he thrust harder and faster. His huge pecker, which she hadn't even seen, made furious inroads into her pinnace but hot kitty, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new zona of passion. The pumping lasted five scalding proceedings and the sheer novelty and love of the site overcame both of them. He reached his orgasm with a boom and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like bitch. On all tetrad, she was letting a grocer bang the hell on earth out of her over sexed slit. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing but rooster boulder clay he spurted his semen in respective long spurt deep inside her womb and all over her back and ass. He came so lots that his virility surprised the under utilized wife.

Like a reliable chauvinistic male person he just released her hips with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his pant before she could turn around. Her still convulsing body was recovering from the luscious onslaught and she looked up gradually towards his body. Her commencement glance went towards his crotch but was disappointed to see that he had already put his woman pleaser away. There she was, lying well fucked by a dick she didn't even see.

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

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the initiatory two release undone as always. Her saree was in her hands and she tried to settle whether to put it on or go for a backwash. Her thigh were pasty and some cum still settled wetly over her puffy pussy lip. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her fingerbreadth over her puss brim and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her fingers and brought them to her nose."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the aroma. Then suddenly the room access toll rang. Surprised and alarmed at the premature ring, she hastily began to assemble the sari over her ravaged hips. It was a relatively slower process since she did not take the benefit of a petticoat.

"Who's this"? She called out.

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

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

Walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different. Her hair was disheveled and her saree looked rumpled in a special manner. Her scanty blouse was wet with effort. If it wasn't for the glow on her face, he would take presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen work. As she walked towards the couch in the aliveness elbow room, he noticed the languid bowel movement of her hips and the tedious scroll of her pelvis. The sway was dumb but sexy. It was an indescribable sight but she looked different. Suddenly he noticed the moist patch around her genitalia on the guileless sari. It looked so provocative, just below her rich Vannevar Bush. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too recently to remedy things. In a bid to draw the aura more casual, she spread her thighs out and tried to make relaxed on the couch. Her posture became rather lewd for her teenage son and he began to live the familiar stirring in his loins which looking at his sexy female parent for more than a minute always produced. At this degree Manya asked her son to learn a bath so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the lav, sword lily that he could conceal his arousal.

Manya was still lying in that obscene pose on the couch when she heard the main door open slightly. She had forgotten to lock it after Deen's arrival. It opened wider and in came the grocer. She panicked and hissed at him to go away, pointing at the can where her son was bathing. But he had not come to will. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the morning's astounding maturation, especially the comfort with which he could enter Manya's hot pussy. Soon his view 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 zippo 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 darn, he motioned for her to turn over, unzipping his pant in the same movement. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the toilet door where Deen was. With warm and silent efficiency, he once again gripped her voluptuous hip joint and shake up her like a chick. Manya's consistency throbbed with renewed luxuria and her pussycat started dripping in book meter. The jeopardy in the place was obscured by the hotness of his manhood pressing against her already nude ass. He had merely hiked her sari up and lunge his gumshoe right into her volition and wet slit. The pumping began instantaneously and her cunt muscles started clasping his cock in greed, milking it to new heights of passion. She could still discover the rain shower and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the Saame gripe posture. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lecherousness and raptus. Her body responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a rich dose of seed bass inside her loins. She absorbed every dip of his loveable cum and reveled in the sudden and volatile climax which the illicit encounter produced. In record speed, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a flying good bye. By the time, she moved from gripe posture to pattern posture, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in pleasance 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 than exciting was the thought that her son was right in the next room, but didn't know about it. How wrong she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to issue from the bathroom. After all 2 jerking offs in ten minutes need some clock time for recovery.

The four youthful marauder left her door and Manya shut it with a mixed feeling. She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the tub. Yet she felt a tingling in her lumbus and an aching in her tit from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her full consent. The coincident atmospheric pressure of four pairs of hands and one dick on her extra wholesome body under the pretext of festivity did its own matter to her bodily reception and right now she had lost all the vestige of satiety which the two mind blowing orgasms with the milkman and her cousin had given her. Instead her fork and slit experienced a rejuvenated itch from all the youthful caressing she received. The scabies was now spreading all over her inner thigh - such was the impact of raw Energy on her mature voluptuous physical structure. 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 painter and photographer. Sam was a medium and flaccid spoken kid next door who always had that adulatory look in his oculus but not that raw passion. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his perspective was also a bit upstage and appreciative rather than physical, which was what most people who came into middleman with Manya became.

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

"Mom, are you OK ? ”, he called out and rushed to her side. He held her bare shoulders and wondered whether she was going to swoon. Luckily Manya was experiencing just a passing turn of exhaustion and she looked into her son's optic 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 base. Manya allowed him to help her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her full segmentation, one-half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his case. Deen was still on his knees as he helped his mother to stand up up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the centre of a fully assailable, huge midsection stared right into his face, barely a twain of inches from his nozzle. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose jabbing her omphalos, making Manya shudder again for a second. Deen rose and placed his arm rightfield around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the bedroom. Manya's sari was dragging right behind her on the trading floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to unloose her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly exposed body. He liked the feel of her squeezy waistline flesh and its amazing 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 face his lusty female parent, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed, with her saree top thrown aside, her grand midriff and belly spread out to any trunk's gaze.

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

Manya, whose hands were almost about to move towards her pussy, got back to her senses on hearing her hubby's scream."It's all rightfield. They are just male child and it's Holi. We have to be a part of the locality at least on merry social function. Leave it ”, she reasoned.

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

The main door clicked shut and almost as if a signaling had been given, Manya's hand went slowly to her genitalia. It was spontaneous, built on years of experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly recollected the morning's adventure, dwelling a few moment longer on Salman's vigorous thrusts on her saree covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her kitty-cat through her thin saree and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting osculation on her neck opening, boldness, ear lobe and finally her sass. The finesse with which her sexy body was manhandled by four rivet, without the fragile room for complaint left her astounded and deeply within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing and appreciating her eubstance of all the women in the area.

Deen entered the chamber after his father's departure more to check on his Mom's stipulation. He needed no further substantiation of her well being the instant he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her pussy through her saree. He heaved a suspiration of relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.

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

The twat caressing female parent slowly opened her center and told her son that it may be better to await until noon till the entire neighbourhood is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not take recur baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from the mound she was caressing with much upkeep. Deen left her on the bed and noted the clip. It was just half past nine and the festival was still young. However he headed towards his room for a bit of Reading, thinking that his Mom needed a rest.

Manya rested but only for a few bit. She realized that there was some wash of clothes to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulder joint. It remained off her shoulder when Manya picked up all the apparel from the bathroom and shoved them into the washables machine. It remained off her articulatio humeri when Manya threw her white blouse of yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained off her shoulder when Manya contemplated whether the sari she was wearing needed to go into the machine. Since there were a few 60 minutes still left for her bath, she decided not to remove her sari and clicked the washing car on. The sudden energizing of the automobile when her hands were still on it, sent a throbbing right through her lusty consistence. She sat down side by side to the motorcar, her entrust helping hand on the machine and the right hand inside her twat, probing through her saree. For a full ten minutes she caressed herself to the electric musical rhythm, thrusting her finger right through the garment into her wet pussy and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill groan and ran into the room, wondering what happened. His entry was still and therefore he was attestator to his mother's one-half bare strain next to the political machine, heaving and panting with the terminal bursts of coming shuddering through her full soundbox."What a aroused cleaning lady ”, thought the flummox son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to relax from the replacement release she had just experienced. She heard another doughnut of the room access bell. Deen answered the room access and came to tell Manya that all the inpatient of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbour building. A total of fifty invitee were expected, from the families of all friends. A few games were also planned to make the appearance lively. Manya agreed to come along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to change out of her present dress or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of further souse, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a moment in the mirror and saw that her clothes stuck to her body, wetly caressing her sexy curves and made her face rather provocative. She quickly shook the mentation from her mind reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless shoulder joint, she left the house alongwith her elder son towards the next door terrace.

In the lift heading upwards to the terrace were two early house and then there was Salman. Manya met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya's regard too with a scintillation in his centre. On the bench, everyone's oculus were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since almost of them had come prepared for a morning of fun and game. About twenty adult female and thirty five men of all long time graced the occasion. Manya was the pillage pickax amongst the cleaning lady and the fact that she came without her husband did not assist matters. Every putz on the bench was erect within instant of Manya's entry, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

In the first game, everyone was made to sit in a circle and one person would run around with a handkerchief in hand. He would knock off the hankey behind any soul's back and that one had to discover it, pick it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind soul else's behind. Sam ran around first and after three one shot dropped it behind Manya's sexy back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a circle. As she ran, her big chest under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with overdone vim. Her wet saree hugged her huge tail and they jiggled sexily with every step she took. If viewed in wearisome motion, Manya's run would have been the raunchiest run of all metre for the sheer intimate vitality it conveyed. She took three Mexican valium and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind sexy Manya's ass. Manya didn't observation it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to front behind her ass. She did so and rose with the hankey in hand. 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 luscious body bouncing and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all. It was soon very clear that Manya was the dropping prey because everyone wanted to see her sexy body in question. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She was hoping individual would realise. Salman did and he suggested they play a different secret plan 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 loins again.

In this game the young member had to foot a epithet from lots drawn and that gens would ingest to run across with a punishment decided by the youngest penis again. Deen being the vernal picked up a name and lots to everyone'surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and learn out the take punishment."Make snacks for all L people in half an 60 minutes. Select one soul to help you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a second, wondering whom to find fault for supporter. Her eye first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not flying enough to help her in this sort of job. Noticing Salman's shiny look in her direction, she pointed her dainty finger in his direction. With a roar, everyone directed the couple to the kitchen in the cellar, where the items for sandwich readying lay. Nobody else was allowed to participate the basement and it would mean a foul with encourage punishment.

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

The moment the elevator door shut, Manya felt Salman's hired man grab her boob 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 principal down to kiss her roughly on her wet lips.

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

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

"We don't have time 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 loin. A stiff trickle began and her objection thereafter were merely emblematical. Even before the elevator reached the basement, he had her saree right hand off her lavish body and he ushered her out of the elevator, saree in hired hand towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a soulfulness there as per the game. On his prison cell phone, he rang up the local eatery owned by his own family unit and ordered them to have fifty mailboat of sandwiches within twenty dollar bill arcminute at the basement. Putting the phone away, he looked at her full body, clad only in half-slip and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny housewife by the shoulder joint and threw her on the basement flooring in one flying motion, raising her petticoat over her thighs. One hand mauled her breast while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond mention in double over quick time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and flipped herself around, presenting her troll, full ass to the young macho-man who had pawed her so strongly this morning. He had also agreed to facilitate her in the plot 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 second 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 ripe given the situation. Manya took his thrusts with gasps and yelps initially. As the herculean pistoning into her pussy assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful fair sex who was the wet dream of the neck of the woods. He knew that just about everyone wanted to inhume their hawkshaw into this lusty woman's pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon vine like dummy. He had missed out on her dumbbell to Sam in the break of day but here, he was making up with a vengeance. knocker and puss got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten minute busrt of passion which made Manya's mind spin and cunt go unfounded with secretion. Her fleshy articulatio coxae and full breasts got the ‘ existent man handling'from the scantling and Manya screamed in lust at every thrusting of his manhood. The alarm in his cellphone rang to signal the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman rapidly increased his thrust pacing into the wildly aroused wife's lewdly presented pussy."Bitch, take it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding shipment all over her ass and inside her heat up love nest.

Manya rose gently, au naturel except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the heat of his lustfulness. When their combined passionateness receded, they heard the cellar toll ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be subdued and rose, dragging up his trousers and went to break up up the bite which would throw arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the interpreter of Salman's father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some decision being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a blowjob if there's time"… and saw Salman precipitation in again unzipping his pants. Sounds of something being unpack came from the other side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without wait, said"We have fifteen more than minutes and my Dad is finishing the snack arrangements. We'll not be late."

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

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

"My goodness Manya, what are you truning into ”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to enjoy the indorse fucking Salman was throwing into her hungry, aroused puss. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her trunk all over and sending her into a supercharged State of lust. Manya gave herself up to his male Assault and continued to milk his dick with her bitch until they both came together in a shattering climax. Her arcsecond orgasm in less than 30 minutes with a first time lover seemed so familiar, pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no longer strange to the adulterous woman and mother.

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

The old man could demand it no more. Less than two proceedings were left for the span to reappear on the terrace. He grabbed Manya's face and gave one long, wet kiss right hand on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went limp, her manus continuously caressing his organ through the pants. It was Salman's shout that forced the new couple apart. Manya staggered into the lift, feeling hot and nasty. The elevator began its upwardly movement with the snack cart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a minute of arc dove right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped his brim straight into her cum soaked puss. Manya gasped in astonishment for the side by side thirty indorsement as her untested stud slurped her fountainhead fucked pussy like a true lover. Her juices flowed in satisfaction and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the mo the lift threshold opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the cheers of l people.

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

The snack school term had almost reached its end when one of the members cried out"foul foul ”. Everyone looked in his direction. He was holding a restaurant tag in his hand which he discovered stuck to the cornerstone of his sandwich mail boat. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under instructions to bump off all shadow of evidence that the nutrient was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to have overlooked just one packet. The error margin was small but Manya and he had been caught. The assembly decided a light hearted punishment for Manya, since even getting caught was parting of the game. Deen was asked to decide on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to take a skipping rope and acquit out thirty skips without a break.

Protesting with a laugh, Manya took the rope and began skipping. Her saree was still quite weaken and it stuck to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her full, unhindered tit danced and jumped in tandem with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lusty, bear in mind blowingly erotic visual modality, watching the wet, mature charwoman skip in front man of an hearing of fifty. Deen realised his folly in fixing that penalty for his red-hot mother. But it was too late. Moreover the sight excited him no end. He lost counting of her omission and kept gaping, just as everyone on the terrace did. Manya reached ten without any problem. Slowly, the top half of her saree or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by the time the sexy mother reached count 15, it fell right off her shoulder joint, leaving the bunch in pin drop silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous appealingness of the fully exposed woman in their presence. Her low fag saree was right at her hip bone, and the full, huge midsection with the juicy wet belly button was ripplingly revealed. Her wholesome midsection flesh jiggled alongwith her melon like boob with the tit very clearly seeable for all to see. Topped by her plentiful meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a cleaning woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to wait pattern because any stopping would mean that she would have to start skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with stimulation and he suddenly shouted"thirty ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped XXX meter or not. Nobody objected and the plot was over, leaving every male person reed organ on the terrace aching and throbbing. The well-endowed mother heaved a sigh of relief and readjusted her pallu and waited as people came back to normality from that intensely titillating mass they had witnessed. Deen's nitty-gritty was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on display and it was all carried on as a biz. There could have been no better batch for a peeper and he stored these mental image away in his head for later use.

To break the ice after that lusty display by Manya, mortal suggested that they all go to the expectant water tank on the yard below for some final examination dunking. Water dunking was usually the last-place token in a Holi celebration. On the way down many char sympathised with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and games. Some were awestruck too by the sheer sexuality she had projected. Salman's mother came across to her and said"Manya my honey, if I had an ass like yours, I would keep Salman's Father-God at home whole day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a soft mother wit of guiltiness and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a pacify squeezing 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 adult female were also dunked, with last guardianship and sobriety. A few teenage daughter were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to cry, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those girl. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his full-bosomed mother's crook was almost due. It was Salman's Father who took the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into the armored combat vehicle when cypher else was in it. fifty dollar bill pairs of eyes took in Manya's wet, drippingly bosomy var. as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her sari stuck to her broad bend and the rear portion dug into her ass crevice giving a decipherable exposure, removing any mother wit of mystery about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pool and her fully soundbox rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of body of water in her late omphalos flew out sexily and everybody hung their spit out. Pin drop-off muteness hung i n the air again. Deen could however hear a house physician grumbling to himself, clutching his crotch,"Desh is a lucky bastard."The man standing next to him also heard him and he added a rejoinder,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed day-to-day with that piece of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this commonness with a mixed sense of ire and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw petty awry in the ultimate forcible facial expression of a genial urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would choose 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 tank, Salman himself carried her by her full waist and dunked her all over again. She squealed this fourth dimension, liking the conversancy of his strong hands and even managed to drag him too into the tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pool, staggering to retrieve primer coat. In the operation their consistence met, his crotch against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few endorsement, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the total lovingness the dyad in the tank were displaying. The woman being his female parent added a fiery discharge to his intellection. For the side by side five minute he watched and heard his squealing mother as man after man carried her and dunked her with regularity, some of them doing it more than once. He saw Salman's father discretely pawing his Mom's wet assglobes even as he was throing her lusciously wet consistence into the tank. When the men started taking a few redundant liberties on her still unaware ego, Manya felt that familiar chill in her loins. This was not the place to fall in in to her urges. She struggled out of the last man's groping script and went towards Sam, whose flat was the approximate in the building. The festivities were as well as complete and people were clearing up.

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

Sam's oculus took in her wholsome, well stacked strain and licking his lips, he led her into his house. Deen's middle followed his mother's wet ass, which could deliver as well been naked. But it was lustier than defenseless and steamy than nude in that tightly clinging wet saree. He felt that he may wish to give it a exhaustive spanking cashbox she yelped.

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by admirer was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist. He looked at Manya with his deep eye taking in every ounce of her wet and lightly trembling torso. The shiver was caused on account of the lightheaded breeze caressing her wet cutis. He led Deen's mother inside his apartment and guided her to the bathroom. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the morning's activities and could take another half an hour. Recognizing Manya's importunity to take a pee and her equally pressing need to rid herself atleast of the drip in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for her hair. Manya tread softly on the carpet, hoping the colour H2O dripping from her juicy body would not damage the carpet. Her unit dead body was coated in red, including her face. If she were to take a leak a kickoff visual aspect in this personal manner, none would recognize her by face. But now everyone in the area would spot her by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her flare out ass with the big hind end cups. Almost all the men would recognize her blindfolded by tone too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the locality wet dream and yet she maintained her own glory and control over things, managing to make everyone feel exclusive and special. In forgetful nobody would make out and recite on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The unhurt house was silent as Manya entered the bathroom and left the room access assailable for Sam to bring 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 bathroom. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping water from it and placed it around her human knee in front, bunched up, but covering her thighs over the sewer seat. Then she removed the sari pallu from her shoulder joint and squeezed it too, draining all the water from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a throbbing in her loin. This meter the throbbing relaxed only the pee pressure but retained the other press - the air pressure of her accumulated hotness. The entire morning she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water supply and also experienced the exhibitionistic thrill of being on display during the footling games. The whole series of events where she was treated as a pure lust physical object, but under the overall garb of dignity gave her a licentious thrill. The two robust fucks given by Salman did gratify her senses but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the skips where she felt 50 pairs of eyes simply boring into her juicy form. She did consider stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a wicked burst of horniness, she had continued. The dozens of hired man that had felt her wet body up at the water tank only served to stimulate her desires higher and higher and she was fighting a valiant battle not to let her arousal show. Doing all this in front of her son Deen did rag her for a bit but she was sure that he would understand it was all part of the festivity. Her peeing import were also moments of sexual introspection and as the last few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy pussycat, she felt decidedly aroused and awakened.

In a bid to rise and flush the toilet, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam's sudden entry with the dryer made her drop the sari in her hand out of surprise. She lay seated on the commode seat, saree spread around her thighs, stool fanny and reaching the floor. Her chest of drawers was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful boob through the damp, melt off blouse. They were swaying all over the berth in near total exposure all morning and even her hardened nipples were titillatingly exposed to the world. But now in the silence of his privy, with two blouse buttons off, their generous cleavage made a mouth watering sight, as did Manya's awkward pose on the toilet seat in an even more ill at ease condition of having pissed and not flushed the toilette. She couldn't rise now, since Sam had already entered the bath and it would look embarrassing. She waited for Sam to see her quandary and perhaps impart. She also noted the rummy aspect in his eyes and followed their gaze to bet at her own pectus and dope. She gasped when she saw that her mamilla had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The altogether area from below her breasts down to six in beneath her navel was fully assailable, with the smooth, fleshy curves forming a patrician folding around her waist. The fold was very bring up and Sam's esthetic mind visualized a picture of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in various flimsy costumes.

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

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

"wellspring whatever you say Mrs. M,"said Sam, surprised at his own nerve and struggling to control his erection. Manya looked so scrumptious and sexy on the toilet bottom and the delicacy of the situation added to the lustiness.

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

Sam took up her offering and went behind Manya, dryer in hand. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet black hair. Manya made no alteration either to her sitting carriage or her state of matter of clothes. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her wide breasts and crocked tit very generously to Sam, as a reward for his drive. Sam's putz came into near link with Manya's oral sex when he bent and ran the electric fan, holding her heavyset hair in his hands in artistic discernment. The artist in him really rose to the occasion. He could have carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His putz hitting the side of Manya's font jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already elicit Manya too. She was finding it extremely difficult to sit baseless with all the throbbing in her pussy, which was halfway into the loo. Her hand was placed at the lowest potential level on her abdominal cavity and Manya was pained that she couldn't range upto her now dripping bitch. The insistency of Sam's cock occasionally on her nerve was not helping affair at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to desperation. Her external respiration turned backbreaking. Sam's hands were now fumbling with the drier and whenever he looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her rising boob and broad hips drove him to madness. The dirty posture, the unflushed toilet, the vulgar pussy and the horny mother of his friend, all made up a mindblowing source of cock tension for Sam. He switched off the drier and caressed Manya's header. Manya was indeed waiting for some such initiative. She always did look for the man to make the first movement. She hated saying no to someone with initiative.

The consequence Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his hands over to her full breasts and mauled them over his paw. 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 present moment had come to extinguish some of it. As Sam's hand kneaded her white meat in unshakable rhythm she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the absolute need of this well mauled mother. Infact it was a curiosity how she was able to take all that robust discussion and barefaced picture in the morning. Now seeing her heaving, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his dick all over her moan face. She sobbed in arousal and on seeing the Rock intemperate peter dangling before her eyes, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suck and lick it, doing more sucking than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her puss began to cream and drip half way into the loo alongwith her exuberant ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her legs apart on either side of the crapper. Sam understood her purpose and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet butt cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her branch. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening cunt before him, the kitty-cat succus having superimposed themselves on her pee olfactory modality. The mixture was rather heady and he dipped his head down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer sass in the procedure. Manya thrust her hips upwards in seething lust and gripped his pass, dragging it into her boiling cunt. It was a vulgar sight of the horny woman of the house with her back on the gutter stern and her legs and hips wrapped around her teenage lover's straits, high-pitched in the air. She felt a gnawing in her loins and she lowered her puss from his face and spread her thigh wantonly on the seat in a half reclining amaze. Sam needed no further invitation and he simply shoved his bursting shaft into the horny female parent's inviting cunt. The two of them started rapidly fucking each other. Sam wanted to please the epicurean mother 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 full five bit before his teenage ebullience could not hold it any more. Manya could experience him cumming.

"need it out, cum on my face ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the survive sec and sprayed Manya's face with his young seed.The first spurt hit her like a smack, the 2nd like a stroke, the third like a caress and the fourth part like a drop of rainfall. All spurts ended up messing up her boldness and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful feature article. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The entirely horny encounter took just half an minute and they both realized the pauperization to move out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to square away up. Manya looked at her fount and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her human face had removed much of the red gloss and her boldness was well-defined and more recognizable than before. She decided there was no sentence to wash her aspect. There was no clock time to wash her kitty either and she simply downed her sari and walked daintily out towards the main door. As she was leaving the door, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to thank them for using their john. Deen was with them too. Deen could only speculate about the possibilities of his mother's adultery in the last half an hour but couldn't exactly put his finger on it. He was however happy that she could atleast wash her cheek a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the color was off. Of course she glowed and glowed.

With his toothsome, lusty mother still clad in that licentious bluing saree clinging damply to her huge buttocks, her butt crack clearly highlighted and her entire dorsum bare, right from the bottom of her slim blouse to the upper bottom flare, Deen led her back to their house next threshold. He did not posting Salman contribute one fond, fleeting squeeze to his Mom's well ill-used ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a stone on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi festival was over, they were in for a surprise. The mo they entered their gate, they were blasted with a strong atomizer of water supply, which didn't stop for about one full mo. They couldn't make out the atomiser but Deen could vaguely make out the tall and athletic mannequin of his practiced crony 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 activeness next door but managed to follow late to wish well them. And what a sight he saw. It was a purely harmless design when he hosed them both and it was quite the done thing on Holi. But on seeing the state of his supporter's female parent after the sousing, his dick shot up in no time and he stood speechless, staring at the drown burst of curvature on the sexy woman before him. Deen noticed both his friend's amazement and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the stallion neighbourhood over the ample body of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no apparent travail at modesty on her part.

Manya didn't know how to respond to the tonic drenching received, this time from her son's best buddy. Prem was tall and athletic and many a meter Manya wished that one of her Logos would be like Prem, strong and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled, he would one day make some fair sex very happy. Maybe womanhood too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her sousing, she welcomed Prem in and decided to train luncheon for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed adult female into the sign of the zodiac, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge rear, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low sari and the few column inch of blouse cover at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy, well used ass interior and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the food prep. But before she could put her thought into action, she heard the noise of male child screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning rest home, not alone but with four of his admirer, all aged 12. They were wild and joyous like all son of that age and seemed hell set on dragging others into their merriment. She looked on in amused happiness as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a short water sprinkler on his face. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their antics. Their future butt was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their dependable champion's own brother and not a alien like Prem. One of them smothered his face, while another climbed onto his back and held him for others to spray water with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a replete two second, but didn't want to shout at the kids. The consequence they were through with Deen, they turned their attention to their best friend's mother. A greater surge of familiarity and affectionateness surged forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her wax body, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could circle their helping hand. Their caput nuzzled her bosom repeatedly, while their work force kept circling and hugging her naked shank and back. Two of them withdrew to caress her face with colour. Manya bent a petty broken to enable them to reach her face. Two boys concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted features, running their colour coated hands in excogitation around her cheeks, wind and neck opening. Within a few s Manya felt her sari top decline off while she was bent. She held the saree pallu one hand without covering herself up because the clamant son did not give her the time to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and bent in her slenderize, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously delicious sight for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to take note whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a secure gaze and also saw Prem's dick stiffening in his mean jean. 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 bent form. His hands sought her exposed belly push button and his crotch thrusting warmly into his favourite asscheeks. His color coated paw fingered her navel from behind an he continued to feel it till he was quenched that it was filled with red coloring material. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroke and the force per unit area of his warm soundbox against her ass. Binu moved his hands from his Mom's big belly button and ran them all over her creamy belly and exposed portion of her hips. That was a lot of flesh and area to deal if he had to color it fully. He ravished his mother's body with his joyous, festive skin senses, but the touching 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 rose-cheeked lips in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused woman and she struggled to maintain normalcy in body oral communication. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching mole and with the blood simply pumping their vein. Deen thought that he would split a blood vessel. He shifted behind a wooden locker in the room and started stroking his dick from outdoors, hidden by the opus of furniture. In an equally randy state was the strong Prem who couldn't take any longer and he too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both booster looked at each knowing and understanding the early's condition. Deen also felt he had an glimmering of the future.

The two friend watched Manya's good body being felt up in childlike glee and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the mo. It was bring in that all the attention on her body was turning her very turned on. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in mild ira towards her son, but to her discomfort two other kid who couldn't stretch Manya's face now took over the vacancy created by Binu. Now two couplet of hands were squeezing the sexy mother's monumental midriff from nates in to the full, absolute frenzy, but the horny cleaning lady could do nothing because they were kids and most certainly had no sexual intentions. She allowed them to sense and colour in her and relaxed her consistence. The second she did that, she felt three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and his friend could spray water supply on Manya. At that instant, as lot would accept it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thud on her big ass and lay monotonic on the flooring, saree flung away from her bureau, her nipples, breasts, the full diaphragm almost upto her Bush fully revealed to the globe. She writhed around number 1 and tried to surface but all five boy chose that here and now to take out their shaping water sprinklers and sprayer piss on her alky, exposed body.Deen and Prem were shocked and Prem thought he heard a terrible groan from his friend. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the nominal head of his pant a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to relieve superfluity for both. Instead he turned to the wad before him.

The yummy body of the housewife was writhing obscenely on the floor while five male child simultaneously sprayed water all over her. She didn't even riot or cry. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking in the rain on her face, breast, waistline, belly and second joint. The male child soaked her with gusto, one of them catching her rightfield on her pussy. Since the nebulizer was impregnable and concenter, Manya let out a moan. Her cunt was already dripping for the last-place few minutes and mingled with the wetness of their sparge and the dampness of her saree. Binu, her son was aiming his spray right at her navel and he kept the spraying until the water was over. The slew was outrightly vulgar and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated dicks ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked body. He was out of control now and so was Manya. The five youngster including Binu may not have understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and he was convinced that if there was one charwoman in the humanity who needed to be fucked into limbo, it was sexy Manya. He made a silent vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this secret plan would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the male child ran out of water and left the place, singing out their thanks and good byes. The untested of them even helped a panting, writhing Manya to her metrical foot, his hands around her shoulders, and his dick pressing into her face. Even here Manya was not spared and her groan was muffled by the thrusting of a fry dick into her look. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy's crotch and to her arrant jolt, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful human face. Her eyes flared and her torso throbbed in half naked excitement and confusion.

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

The intense intimate repercussions of hours of exposure and trunk groping turned the horny mother of two into a spate of supercharged material body, that would catch fire if the heat in her drip loins was not cooled. Her pinhead were trembling on their own accord and her heavy hips heaved about gently as if the exercising weight of lust was too a lot. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched body and she could get a line herself sobbing in enormous unsatisfied lust. Deen was stunned and he went over to hold his mother by her over wound up shoulder. The vivid heat energy which emanated from her body almost made him funk in shock. Her face wore a mask of lust as she looked up in a sexual haze. Deen decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the doctor. Please be with Mom until I return ”, he said and bolted out of the sign of the zodiac. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her eyes. His strong powerful flavour and her lust charged needy feeling met in a pure rally. She was quivering when he held her by the waistline. His male hairgrip made her shiver and she went hitch in Prem's arms. Holding her by her articulatio coxae, he made her kneel on the level, removing her sari in one single motion. No words were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy look. No intelligence were needed too. He brought out his vast shaft and placed it at the entrance of her slushy cunt. His deal held her by her to the full and hot breast. The overall heat in her consistency amazed him even in his own horny state. He withdrew his dick from Manya's pussy after an initial probe. He heard her whimper, groan and wrestle her ass frantically at him. The bitch needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to give it.

For the future ten minutes, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his vast turncock in and out of the horny Manya's steamy puss. Her voluptuous body jerked and vibrated under his tremendous onslaught. He was simply ravaging her wet and unforced hole. She began to yaup and scream and continued her high pitched response to his steady, hot strokes into her dynamite cunt. Loud pharyngeal auditory sensation came from the horny mother as her son's best Friend balled the hellhole out of her lusty, stacked body. Every in of her lush figure responded to this explosive fucking. His bridge player mauled her already well mauled boobs. But she felt the grip and heating system to be so wild, that she felt her nipples may split out of her soft and steady mounds. She thrust her lush, hot fanny back at his cock begging him with moans and beckoning him deeper with hoarse grunts. It was mating of the highest vividness and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own menage, by her son's pal and with the chief room access right open. They didn't observation or care. The fucking continued in its illegitimate intensity till the horny mother felt the first flood of her sexual climax. Prem noticed it and in a searing cycle, he timed his release to co terminate with the curvy wife's own sequential orgasms. He shot loads and loads when he came. Manya felt her whole insides being washed with his potent seed and her pussy continued to throb and clutch fiercely at his ejaculating cock for five more minutes. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this wellspring by a cock of this size.

The studhorse slowly withdrew his dick from his friend's mom's slit and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the main door was open. It was left open deliberately by Deen himself. He had to slip back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a MD but a good firm fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the first place. He sighed and looked down. His dick hung limp, much to his relief. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly motiveless act of adultery. He saw his own female parent getting the fucking of her lifespan. And she got have a go at it doggie expressive style, like a lawful bitch in heat.

Chapter 10

The adulterous wife stirred gently, her naked lower body pressed against her young buff's, in a crabwise embrace on the level. It was a torrid, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her full body by masses of all ages had carried her lust to a summit meeting when she was sprawled wet on the background before her sons, writhing to a greater extent out of hot pants than any want to break loose their drenching of her voluptuous 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 eyes and a Wave of gratitude flooded her insides. He was her horse in shining armor who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his prick still inside her souse pussy and while stirring noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at this discovery of his youthfulness and kissed him softly on his center, licking some of the beads of swither, her hands holding his head teacher, while she felt him doing the same to her aspect. Prem licked Manya all over her face, his lips dabbing at her cheeks, neck and eyes, while his hands hugged her juicy physical structure even harder to himself in a substantial motion of take over. Manya was gladdened at this display of warmth and she purred her acceptance by thrusting her riotous pelvic realm even closer into him, feeling his cock begin a hardening physical process while her juice began to spread over it. Deen, who had watched his admirer devote his Mom her unvoiced ever fuck, took their stirring to be a sign of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the house and return key after a while so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the house in this spot, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one last look at his mother's delectable asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her face was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the billet, leaving the door as it was.

notion Prem's peter begin to stab into her snatch, Manya arousal was back into reckoning. She twisted her lower body, as if trying to readjust the positioning, when her header fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully surface door. Alarmed but not showing any suddenness in response, she relaxed her body against his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature ma'am's concern, decided to close the door. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his rear dick from her sloppy twat. The sudden emptiness made the horny Manya sigh and sob but she waited with flaring eyes for him to come together the doorway. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the only piece of garment which she had on. Prem closed the room access and turned to the bare, waiting mother. He walked slowly across the elbow room, his hard dick swaying gently, hitting his abdominal cavity with every stone's throw. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked, wanton woman on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a lounge and continued to look at Manya, with a twinkle in his eye. Understanding his purpose, Manya rolled across the way towards him, her lush consistency taking five good turn to strain him, each turn highlighting her ample asscheeks in the most obscene manner imaginable. She reached the couch and looked up for her centre to meet his throbbing shaft. Reaching out, she held it by her bridge player, using its harshness to rise and face up him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his champion's mother. Manya kept stroking his turncock and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem's dick entered with a swishing sound, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his head lovingly, while he held his work force up to squeeze and mash her juicy titty in a clockwise motion, occasionally letting his fingerbreadth tweak her teat. Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling into a heaving up and down movement on the grueling pecker, feeling it poke and reach right upto her belly. His stiffness facilitated great musical passage for the aphrodisiac woman's jabbing and she did so in dim and uninterrupted motions, building up a delightful yet searing cycle. Her son's Best friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in the summons helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well orchestrate sex lasted five slow, loving second where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their body seemed like parts of one entity and looked complete only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurts were long and cryptical, each spurt being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly shortening burst. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest late tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off balance, but allowing her to savour the durability, grip and sheer joy of strong-arm bonding with her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his eyes and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a good friend of his. He looked like a boy with impregnable Interior and discretion. When he kissed her there was passion, and there was also caution. The fill mother suddenly wondered whether she would feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The thought made her thrill but she realized that there was little to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the mouth. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was certainly that the day was near when Binu would snog her on the lips. He was aggressive and he was physical. On her part she would turn back none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent growth and institutionalise discordant impetus about sexuality. They had to learn about sex the natural way and they had to learn about sexual correctitude also the lifelike way, even if it was a bit check and at the price of her own discomfort. All her life, she never said no to a hug and never refused an progression from the right way Male. For her boy she believed that the greatest discipline was self study. But deep within she felt that she may have to wager a role 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 work force on her sweaty breasts and his dick one-half out of her enchant pussy, she decided that the here and now was later.

The time was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the star sign, leaving Manya naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went naked to the door and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing serial publication of issue. There could not have been a better day for her soaker, sex starved body. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin-german, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before the full neck of the woods and been felt and groped well by atleast 30 horny males of all age throughout a wet morning. Following that, she had been given a Weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his bathroom and now Prem completed her day with two of the most robust nooky her indigent consistence had ever been given. The improbable matter about it all was that none of her ravishers made her feeling slutty about the all thing. She still felt she was in bidding."Was the day discharge"? she wondered with a smile. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a petty later, she picked up her dull saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped them for slipstream finally and with a sigh, examined her nude eubstance in the mirror. Her juicy breasts hung like mature fruits on her broad, fair chest and as she moved her deal over them she stroked them casually and went further down her grand shank and belly. Her fingers stopped at her belly push. For a indorse she dug into it gently as if to see and discover what was it that made her son Binu so charm by it. The moment her finger stroked inside its depths, she felt a moistening in her loins and a throb right down from her blue abdomen. She could palpate her pussy come alive and the impulses almost carried upto her omphalos. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for farther probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a snatch to her, displaying the same wanton receptivity and craving. Now is this what her son loved to explore, she thought with a common sense of surprise, but not with any alarm. She was never alarmed by soul wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the doorbell anchor ring. She knew it was Deen. Having no time to curry, she took a largish towel and wrapped it around her fully, au naturel form and went to open the door. Along the way, as was her substance abuse, her right hand, wound its way under the towel to caress her pussycat, which had plenty of Prem's cum on it. It was nice to sense the goo and she slipped nearly half her digit inside her slit, to gather all the wetness. Before any serious probing could set about she reached the door and opened it with her left hand, removing her right wing hand from her puss at the same time. She saw Deen with two bags.

"Mom, I brought luncheon for all of us, since it was getting of late ”, 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 deal brushed his impertinence, caressing it for a few moments.

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

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

"You must be hungry Mom, let's have food. Binu will arrive later ”, said Deen, spreading out the plates and beginning to help out the hot Formosan food into two plates.

Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly ate for the next ten instant, not at all surprised at how hungry they were.There was no quotation about the doctor Deen had left the house to telephone. On coating, Manya thanked Deen again for his reflection and rose to wash her script. Deen watched her movements with pastime, particularly observing her huge asscheeks jutting out at the infrastructure of her hip and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare articulatio humeri looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the exhibit region from her human knee to her bare feet served a randy reminder of the day's event and the mellow octane activity his mother's dipsomaniac body had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the pant as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a surprised attention when she said"I'm going to bathe Deen and I'll claim you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need help to get the color fully off ”.

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

Manya turned on the shower and for the initiative time since the previous day, began to delight a full fledged tub. She felt the water cascade over her bountiful titty and flow teasingly all over her body, scores of it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her passion and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her well ravished, glowing form and for a full ten instant she revelled in the twin pleasures offered by the strong shower bath and her own rubbing. She couldn't say that she missed having a tub with all the merciless dunking she received that good morning, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy body. The bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her expression with a racy smile and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't reach it to dampen the colour away.

"Deen could you please come and help me ”, she called out through the one-half open threshold. She had left the room access open for Deen to get in later, but was herself nude during her luxurious bath. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly glorious physical structure through the vertical slit at the street corner of the room access and the present moment she called out, he entered just in metre to see her wrap her towel around her waist and twist her back towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's encompassing wet back with the mild flesh around her erupt waist. She had tied the towel almost at the source of her asscrack. Her back was red from all the colour, except in small patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soap script to bear on her at the waist, his hands getting drawn to the sexy sheep pen on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her back. Not wanting to drive back him, she let him sustain her by her naked waist for a while, before whispering"My back Deen. Remove all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a flush, he moved his handwriting, initially along her position and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like full white meat. Manya had her hands across her chest and submitted herself to his manpower as he went about rubbing her defenseless back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain reddish areas where the colour didn't come off easily. Manya didn't flavor anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's alcoholic back that his hands got obtuse and slower and his breathing heavier. The sexy mother felt her son's breath on her naked, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool him. She quickly turned on the exhibitioner and the spray of cool weewee wet both mother and son as they stood within a foot of each former, Deen holding his Mom's back, unable to bear his erection. He was drenched too within no meter and get a line his female parent's good laughter.

Her husband's disgusting deportment last night had left Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kisses and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the outback speck of remorse for having left her high and dry at his genus Bos'party and now showed sheer hardness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked wife felt that she didn't deserve his mental attitude or his property. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her au naturel eubstance as if in reassurance but realized with a smiling that the senior high electric potential fucking she had been receiving over the close couple of days were a far slap-up assurance of her desirability. And the fact that she was capable to pull back teenage he-man to her mature, voluptuous physical structure and lead them panting for More made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a totality physical body magnet who drew men and boys of all long time, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of tactile property 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 mind and she resigned herself to the fact.

Battle of Midway through her self-examination, her son Deen walked in to announce that he was leaving for school day 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 married man's mien in the sleeping accommodation. Her comfort floor with nudity had been rising over clock time and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The moment Deen left the theatre, Manya raised her au naturel consistency off the bed and went across to keep out the door. She was naked in the self-assurance that she would now be alone in the house. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the lounge and disseminate one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the early leg down. Keeping her manus around the dispirited abdomen, she clicked the telecasting on and saw some songs being telecast. The horny housewife looked quite obscene in that position with her pinkish cuntlips being wide-cut open in case there was a witness. Crusted cum deposits decorated her inside thighs and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bath. After watching two raunchy figure, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to opine herself in the handwriting of the various less artistes who always got to fumble and feel the wind ballerina in those strain. A lunar time period of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would look on level being thoroughly felt up by ten vernal and secure Male professional dancer. She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell doughnut. The sexy housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no clothes were within reach.

"Who's it ?"she called out from her lewd positioning on the couch. She was relieved to listen a female person vocalism reply. It was Sanaa, the neighbor's seventeen year old daughter. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a minute ”, called out the nude woman as she quickly went into the bedchamber and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a small towel over her chest and went to open up the doorway for Sana'a, her back fully bare and her bosom bouncing and jutting out through the thin towel.

Sana'a came in and looked at the beautiful mature char's body from head to toe. Manya was her paragon and Sana's reason for idolizing her was that all the locality boy, kept talking only about Manya in total lust and awe rather than about younger miss like herself. Even her swain Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would have a hard metre warding off other guys from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage little 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 titty, swung freely, unfettered by any restrictive clothing. She was also perplexed that Manya's nipples were rear even at this time of the day. She knew piffling about Manya's appetite for hard sex and her ever horny temperament. In her eyes she was the good housewife who couldn't help it if she was blessed with a fountainhead stacked, knock out trunk. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every metre the teenager poked her waist to severalize her she was very desirable even for cleaning woman. It was cheerful give-and-take. Suddenly Sana said,

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

A bit dumbfound, Manya thanked her sweetly.

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

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

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

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the innocent girl. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be heedful in future. sentence flew and it was getting penny-pinching to lunch meter. Suddenly Sanaa suggested that they should Order dejeuner from their menage eating place. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to prepare. Sana quickly phoned her eating place, ordering decent nutrient to subscribe to care of Deen, Binu and a distich 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 make for it themselves. Salman had Manya in psyche while Sam had Sana'a also in brain. When Manya saw the male child arrive, she slipped into the bedroom and put on a light light-green transparent saree over the petticoat and a sleeveless blouse, braless on her pectus. She noticed after wearing it that the blouse, already low cut, had the top button torn off. She shrugged and went to greet the boys.

The guys were in high tone with Sam constantly teasing Sanaa and salman giving hungry looks towards Manya. After a while, Manya decided to fetch the home plate and lay the food on the board. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The moment they went into the kitchen, Salman caught postponement of the buxom married woman by her generous hips and thrust into her saree cut across ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her tits. Manya resisted for a patch in discomfort but knew that she couldn't for too retentive. She kept eyeing the living room, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly decide to avail out too. Manya's hands tried to assemble some shell and smasher together while her pussy tried to press off the gushing succus from inscrutable within her loins. The young teenager showed great anxiety in his mauling of the well endowed wife's body from head to toe. His custody covered her clad form everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his hand right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a strong grip. Manya gasped and let out a light squeal. Her consistency began to have the familiar concussions and her breasts were already quivering from his pawing. She was scared they would be heard. Salman suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen,"Hey Sam we forgot the Elmer Reizenstein but brought all the other sweetheart. Would you beware going across and fetching it. Sana may care to add up with you. ”.

"Sure Salman,"said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana'a suspected that this was preplanned by the two guy cable. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his time with the beauteous Sana while Salman had the lush and sexy Manya free and horny. The door closed and the floodgates opened for the illicit mates. Standing in the Saame place, Manya and Salman began a rapid fire fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen board. In the finish two days the kitchen table was used for anything but food prep. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his Pres Young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all raptures as the Whitney Young scantling's thrusts drove the amobarbital sodium of her hubby's pretermit away. Her breast rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous leaping, cupped them lovingly at initiatory but only to roughly mash them as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Manya's lust skyrocketed to large heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheated sex starved dead body. Five min of ceaseless pounding into the lusty housewife's snatch had Salman spewing out spoon of seed bass inside her womb, hugging her wholesome soundbox ardently while doing so. It was a mind-bending experience for Manya to be so enthrall. His vigor pleased her and his pecker still felt hard inside her sodden pussy even after the battering he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue greedily.

Not letting Salman's peter out of her cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in lowly jump towards the bedroom. A surprised Salman understood her aim and let himself hop along with her correct onto her bed. The feeling of his still rear hammer in her cum washed pussy continued to stoke the fervency in her belly. She craved for another hammer. A young man always came quickly first. But young cock shot back to erection quickly too. Her ripe soundbox could never be satisfied with a single circle of sex. She craved for the next round ravenously. She was a bunny girl for the irregular fuck. She was a hard worker to young cock.

Knowing they had at to the lowest degree another ten minutes the sex charged couple took off on the two-timing mother's married bed. It was the bed on which she spent fraught calendar month with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into delectable slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her head fucked out of her by the region rivet. Again here, he was fucking her doggie style. She was on all four and he was ramming her juicy cunt from behind. Their combined juices trickled out down her curvaceous thighs to overcharge the bed tack fully. The fucking and the soaking continued for the next ten minutes, during which the horny char mewled, screamed and cried out on transport without the fear of being heard. She gave full blowhole to her bursting passion by imploring him to fuck her hard and true.

"nookie me hard Salman ”, she begged."piece of tail my cock starved twat. Fuck your friend's horny Mom,"she wailed, surprising Salman with her abandon. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs. M could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was 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 lick. He could feel her slit muscles tighten around his thrusting cock and the milking get More frantic. His absolute mauling of her heaving breasts reached bounteous proportionality and finally both of them collapsed in a heap on the creaking bed, going through convulsive sexual climax with Salman lying on top of the mature woman's huge ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her acquittance. The mating couple looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five minutes to disentangle themselves from each other's hold.

Salman pulled up his trousers and said"Let me help you line up Mrs. M ”, and went over to tuck her saree into her waist. He squeezed the flesh there in approval, drawing a groan from the well fucked mother. They tidied each early up as best as they could and went into the living way just in time to pick up the Alexander Melville Bell. Sam and Sana entered with flushed smell on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any questions and the two couples ate in add together silence. It was a full meal and took more than fifteen instant. Manya felt a little irritation in her pussycat and once in a while cupped it with her left hired man in the form 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 interest create a boost ripple in her bring down belly.

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

Sam cast a glimpse at the mute mother next to him. She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her saree having fallen off from her creamy shoulders. He placed his work force gently on her lower, exposed belly and ran it in circles, feeling the softness and caressing it. Manya gave him a run down smile but did not discontinue him. She however said,"I'm tired Sam ”.

"Did he do it hard and well ? ”, enquired Sam softly of the extracurricular 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 concern Mrs. M. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the hand of the sexy lady of the house and made her lie down flat on the sofa. Sam kissed her brass all over lovingly and even lapped her swither beads in a tender appearance of affection. He kept kissing her for a total five minutes all over her face and lips, holding her total shoulder and then gradually moved his question to swallow it in the full mounds on her breast. He bit the pap though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this time making Manya clutch his head. He spent another five bit on her breast, worshipping them before he dipped his school principal onto her full and immense midsection. Manya gasped as his lips found her navel and let out a fully worked up moan, long enough to let him understand that he had her almost at his mercy. After his nibbling covered the intact district of her stomach and exposed pelvis, she was a warp the great unwashed of flesh before him. The sexy female parent heaved her coxa and jerked them towards his face. The very reason, sensitive painter then raised the horny mother's saree up to her waist and dipped his principal right into the mature cleaning woman's zany. His clapper probed like a paintbrush into her dripping twat and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on electric charge. Her workforce gripped his hair and she pushed his head into her steaming cunt, so that his tongue could go deeper and deeper. Sam obliged the lust aroused erstwhile woman, inhaling her musky smell with a flash snuff, which made her slit lips saltation with delight and passion. Sam led the sore woman out of her soreness with his finesse and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, leg splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ shag Me'written in bluff missive all over her voluptuous, well used organic structure. She looked pleadingly towards her young devotee, her eyes doing the asking.

Sam felt her kitty-cat and it was so pie-eyed and dripping that he felt she could get hold of three dicks. He thrust his hired hand first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his mitt and brought out his arduous and eager dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the married woman's horny slit, 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 becalm fucking question. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His cock had also got itself out of the number one shag haste with Sana earlier and right now he was well poised to reach this horny mother a deliciously farseeing fucking. He knew she would love it.

Long, deep and sweetheart came the stroking of his cock in and out of Manya's kitty. She raised her hips to provide the counter thrusts and he held her hips to hold the thrust. Their physical structure moved in thoroughgoing rhythm as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor. The staid offset rose to a crescendo which lasted another five minutes. Incredibly their fucking continued unabated for another five hour till Sam felt Manya's cunt muscles gripping his gumshoe harder and harder until they suddenly released their hold. He gave one terminal violent thrusting into her churn pussy just then to time his dismissal with hers. Both their releases were noiseless, filled with common comfort and sympathy. It was the mating of souls.

Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam hard to herself and lavished his facial expression with hot and sweaty kisses for foresighted moments. She lay in his branch for a long meter, feeling the Passion of Christ drain out of her well fucked consistency. She felt fully ravished. She felt clean and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like a on-key woman. Sam on his part, looked smug and content, watching the half naked mother's beautiful lineament which looked better each time they made love. If only she'd agree, she'd make a great and rude poser for his brushing or camera.

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

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya's ripe body was already pleasured by four Brigham Young studs, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive lover. Each was a different experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, slack up sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her strait but raised her departure levels to untasted vizor. The decompress fucking spread the impulses to all office of her aphrodisiacal body making every pore of her skin glow in response. Here, lying spare ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glow, making Sam regard in continued amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring eyes. Then her eyes turned soft and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat side by side to her and embraced her, his hands cupping her radiant face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lustfulness temporarily out of her system was a bit concerned about the meter. In about half an hour, her Logos would arrive. Her hubby would descend to hoard his bags before leaving for his escape but she could never predict the time of his arrival. But she was sure he would leave soon after his arriver in a tearing hurry. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much to a greater extent metre they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his buss, kneading her big breasts 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 lips taste like honey, Aunt Manya. haven't tasted anything sweeter than them. And I mean both your lips ”, he smiled suggestively, with a glint in his eyes.

Manya blushed beautifully at his wicked line of descent, her hired man involuntarily moving to her pussycat pitcher's mound, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must have secreted a bottle full of succus, or dear if she were to believe his flattery. She kept cupping her pussy while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his component let his hands roam freely on her wax breasts. Their bodies once again exchanged the warmth of pure physical understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the honey exam"?

Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned cherry-red than ever before. Though the approximation excited her, she knew they had very picayune or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that supererogatory special manner. But she was confused and lost for prison term. Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of dear. Before the sexy married woman could blab out, he opened it and poured a few drop right onto her puffed up, well ravished slit. That made the beautiful woman gasp in pleasure and the gasp turned to a moan as she felt his spit spread the honey all over her pussy lips, dragging the sweetly liquid deeper to encircle her love bud. The aroused housewife's branch were wrapped around her young lover's head on the sofa, her hands on his head, with his question buried in her juicy kidnapping. She was already sweaty and naked and his delicious act generated far heating system in her body, causing her luscious hip to start a slacken grind against his lick side. Her snatch was a great deal with her own juices, his cum and the beloved. The attendant taste sensation and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved woman's body for Clarence Shepard Day Jr. together. Her secretion levels were overwhelming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, voluptuous physical structure at his electric pig. He continued nibbling and digging into the energize housewife's quivering puss when they suddenly heard the bell mob. Manya's firstly chemical reaction was scare but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should foot up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She donned her petticoat with the beloved treated succus dripping from her heated pussy. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the perspiration, soundly fucked lady of the house, opened the door to let in her nipper. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their tangle female parent. Her consistence was sweaty, hair uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with perspiration. effort had dampened her full cleavage too and Binu found his female parent's breasts to be fascinating pile by themselves. Instead of his usual movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his face into her large cleavage, his hands rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his female parent getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every stoma of his full bodied female parent and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their intellectual nourishment, pleasantly surprised at the full-bodied spread from the restaurant.

In the grade of feeding her kidskin, Manya got back to sanity until Binu suddenly noticed the bottleful of love lying on the support room table and said"Mom do we use honey for any of these things to sample better ?"

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

It was just before her boy finished their food that the adulterous mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen door. He did so but not before grabbing the hearty housewife by her shank and giving a long and wet osculation on her full lips. He withdrew with a phone and left through the kitchen door. Hoping that her Son had not heard the kiss, the lusty female parent returned to clear the mesa, while her sons went to transfer their clothes. She felt sticky all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had slurped away most of the honey and deep within she could still feel the light tap of his tongue all over her insides. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bathe before her somatic mickle was too obvious to her kids.

The bathroom was cleansing Thomas More than refreshing for the straying married woman and mother. In the course of ten minutes she wiped out every trace of her hot sex school term that her eubstance could carry. What she could not pass over out was the extra impudent glow on her face which came only from dependable, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a White River, semi transparent saree and wore it without a underskirt. She also matched it with a White blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her hips and settled at the broken potential layer. It did reckon like it would descend right off her juicy body any moment. The gauze-like texture gave ample hints of her trimmed President Bush and full thighs from the front and her well rounded but firm asscheeks from the rear. With her full moon bodied spell being highlighted to their utmost, she looked a lust Angel Falls in Andrew Dickson White. Her beautiful side was relegated to the background signal by her gilded curves protruding fully out of her flimsy saree and stringent blouse. Wanting to pass some time with her tyke, she walked towards Deen's room. On the way she heard the bell. She opened the door to see the flower vendor. She gave him his most heavenly sight of the day, her full tit showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff exposed all the way down to her thick black bush. She saw his eye focused on the V region between her thighs and crossed them as if to draw his tending. His gaze right into her bush sent a meek pleasance impulse through her body. She allowed him to caress her hand while giving the flowers. Even as the doorway was open air she lifted her manus above her head word to stop up the flowers in her hair. In doing so the housewife's entire diaphragm embedded with that deep and provocative navel was on display to the flower seller. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the ma'am as much as tripped, her totally saree would hail untied, leaving her glorious, fleshy charms open to the humans. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's room to recover Binu also there. Deen was at his table studying while Binu was on the bed trying to read something. Manya took a Word and slipped next to Binu, lying on her stomach. She took one of her best-loved amorous novels to show. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her well toned and fair sura. Deen looked at his sexy mother's signifier. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white saree and being on her breadbasket, her curvy waistline and rosehip were totally exposed to their gaze. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about eighty percentage of her backbone bare right up to her asscrack. With prime in her tomentum she looked every inch a bride on her wedding Night and in that minimal clothing she looked a Saint Bride who ached for a fucking. Manya turned around suddenly onto her back while Reading. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally sail off her shoulders and the bottom of the saree was now almost midway up her thigh. Manya kept interpretation, seemingly unaware of the body display she was putting on. Her attire was aught new before her kids and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her ample second joint. Her white meat rose and fell with each breath and her belly responded with little heaving motions of its own. She looked a delectable piece of beauty and Deen felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd body language. He saw Binu also notice their horny mother.

Binu swung into action very soon. He kept his book aside and placed his point on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not create any sudden move. Binu began his exploratory utilisation of his female parent's fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in slow up and steady salt lick. He concentrated on the ticklish and sensitive zona around her cryptical navel and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her hand on her son's top dog lightly but did not expect down. Binu carried his captivation for his mother's hot body to higher stage when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both female parent and son again settled into their respective pursuits. Manya could sense the lunar time period rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The succus gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was indisputable that Binu could whiff her arousal aroma. If Binu sniffed it he didn't show it but his paw now fully encircled his mother's big coxa and drew her lucullan glower body further into his face. Manya's middle was now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by her untested son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and quick for fucking from the manner in which she was writhing her pelvic arch trying to appear normal. Her horniness carried across the way towards him and when he saw her face, the perturb features starkly reflected the burn lecherousness within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their skins when he moved his head closer to Manya's bosom and said"Mom, when was the last time I had milk from your breasts"? A astonished Manya looked at her son's head which was just a few in from her decently breast. Deen felt his stopcock 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 saree top off.

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

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

The sexually troubled mother managed to mutter,"No milk will come out now Binu ”. But Manya's younger son would not consume this for an answer. He kept pestering her to take into account him to savor her milk in a childish demonstration of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the spot. Suddenly to his verbalize astonishment and furious arousal, he saw his fountainhead breasted fuss unbutton her blouse and whiplash out one wax boob and thrust it into Binu's accepting mouth. His cock ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just kept silent as Binu feasted on his female parent's boob while his helping hand were still placed on her full phase of the moon, exposed coxa. Deen adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn't take his optic off that wild passel. Binu kept suckling for one full arcminute, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, chest out, wearing a grinning that occasionally turned to a red bloom. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no motility to remove her son's head from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snicker saying that there was no Milk River and the taste was not as unspoiled as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the moment even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unlaced and in the same exposed pose asked her elder son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was hard and his balls were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sensation of rush 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 root of her second joint. In a minute she turned and in the same semi naked shape, slept with her rear to her son Deen, showing him the full moon and high cheeked glory of her ass. Binu had left the room after his boob suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the well exposed body of his Mom, a few pes away, bursting all over with curve, the Cy Young son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking fear not to cook any strait. He kept looking at his female parent's massive derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack throughout his phrenetic masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his center off his mother's well endowed ass and came in big squirt, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Manya did not realize what Deen was doing but was lost in her own world of lust after all the care she got from her son. It did not bother her mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her juices started all over again. Her correct hand rested again on her pussy through her transparent saree and she kept giving her purulent discrete strokes since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single movement of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to read a walkway to cool off. Binu had already gone off to his friend's blank space. He whispered into his mother's ear that he would be gone for an 60 minutes or so and Manya nodded in her partial slumber. Deen took one look at his sleeping female parent, digesting her exposed body and absolute beaut of her face. He also noted that her sari had now gone veracious 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 minutes after Deen's leaving the house, Manya heard the front room access 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 contain in his married woman'garb and dreamy flavour. In that White River saree she looked a pipe dream. But the sari looked like it would slip right off her body. He caught her by the hips, surprising Manya. Instead of the snuggling and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the folds of the sari and tried to insert them gamey around her waist. The saree refused to oblige and he let it decrease again. Manya held her husband by the berm, hoping that his planned departure for a workweek would make him a bit more amatory. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedroom to bundle his traveling bag. He took a few minutes and came back again to the animation room to give a brief kiss to his sensational married woman. Manya limply accepted the osculation and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his trip. Even those gallant try she had made to stroke his dick through his trousers did not saccade life into Desh. Life could not have got more frustrating for the lovely wife.

Not wanting to grant depression to sweep her, she readjusted her clothing around herself, slipped on a underskirt underneath her Edward White saree and a black bra under her white blouse. She waited for Deen and Binu to return.

Her two sons were glad when their female parent suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to take her idea off all matter intimate. The three of them reached the cinema planetary house got their tag. With Manya in the middle, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom inside. A clustering of local anaesthetic younker gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's lush ass sway away from them in a thinker blowing personal manner. Manya ignored them like she always did. inside, while watching the plastic film, both sons held their Mom's hands from either position possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his elbow joint frequently brushed against the sides of her breast. Manya relaxed against his elbow after a while, engrossed in the pic. Once in a while she felt Binu's manpower on her thighs whenever a suspicious scene came on screen. He would just force her thigh and remove his hand. Manya became more and to a greater extent aware of Binu's work force after that. By the end of the pic, Binu had elbowed her tits almost throughout the film and squeezed her inner second joint at least seven to eight times. Deen observed most of this and only kept caressing his knockout shaft without his Mom's notice. Manya was confused from all the happenings, but also very wet between her second joint. Her eubstance knew only one way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting copious erotic love juices.

When the film ended they rose to entrust. There was a long and winding staircase leading to the outside. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his female parent's hand and walked down the steps along with the motion picture going crowd. There were plenty of guys who were eyeing the ample dead body of Manya and some of them came right behind her and rubbed their cock 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 strong kneads. Manya didn't want to produce a scene there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked body with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the caressing and groping being received by his delicious mother. It drove his dick into overdrive and he stored some of the images for masturbatory cite later in the night. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to look bare, then it was his mother's.

As Manya stepped off the lastly stair, she also felt her raise getting its last anon. grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the billet she put her arms around her two sons and the trio left for home. They had a visible 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 party, Deen could sense his pal's uneasiness and avidity to wind up his feeding. He saw his Mom go to her sleeping accommodation for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the sidekick could see that she had hardly changed. The sexy woman of the house had merely removed her underskirt and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to the domain. Binu cuddled up to his good 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 cringe up to the sleeping room threshold which was unlocked. Through a small-scale slit at the side he peered into the way, lit only by a night lamp. He could make out their shift and moving forms and heard his beautiful Mom murmur many a fourth dimension. He didn't hear Binu's vocalization but only his mother's soft moans and murmurs. His brother had one leg thrown over his aphrodisiacal Mom's rosehip. He was hugging into her from tush, his head on her beautiful neck, his dick pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single layer of flimsy garment. His hand which was exploring her juicy umbilicus kept wandering all over her huge, naked midsection. His Mom did not say anything early than groan occasionally. In the still of the Night, at that consequence, the telephone rang future to Manya and her sleeping son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

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

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

"Hi ”, she greeted in acknowledgement into the phone, her vox sounding quite aphrodisiac and burly. Binu was fussy licking her navel and she had one hand lightly on his head.

"I'm back here and wanted to recount you that we can foregather tomorrow ”, informed Ram in a gentle 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 juice were in full period now.

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

"Saami here. I miss you now,"whispered Manya into the phone, pressing her left deal over her white meat after noticing that Binu's caput was down on her belly, licking and gnawing her flesh. 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 saree had slipped well below her pelvic girdle now from the top and she could feel Binu's hand showdown her amphetamine butt and cup the flesh warmly."Mmmmmm ”, she moaned, out of ascendance again.

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

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

"Someday we must do it in part, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's blood rush and she barely managed a answer trying to engagement the impulses of her son's licking of her navel. His hands were actually now caressing the naked lot of her amphetamine 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 cunt. Her conversation awakened his rarity and craned his ear to listen.

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

"And I want you to come braless to my office,"said Ram."After fucking on my desk, I want you to slip under it topless and set about a long cock sucking. I'll dictate a letter to my repository as you blow me ”, went on Ram."Where would you like me to cum ? Face or mouth ?"

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly call down wife, her interpreter breaking away as a flood of juices washed over her insides. This finally personal credit line did it to her. The searing lustfulness caused by her devotee's lewd talk and her son's continuous loving worship of her heated physical structure carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's head hard as her juices oozed out of her pussy with a power that wet her sari around her private parts. 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 warmer and heater. He had felt a sudden shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her navel point, past the huge belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glazed tone. She had muttered a goodness night and tossed the phone away, her font and chest trousering. Binu saw his mother's resplendent boob heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her genitalia and her sari was bunched up around her coxa, leaving her second joint fully naked. His putz ached and throbbed when he surveyed the post. He had followed parts of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the speech sound"?

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

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

Chapter 14

he perversely thrilling mint of his sexy, one-half naked mother getting an orgasm talking to her hubby's boss while her jr. son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage tool into overuse. He groaned inwardly and ran into his bedroom clutching his cock. He pulled out an old photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that Night making sure that he came on his Mom's font in the picture. His female parent's licentiousness flashed vividly across, each fourth dimension he masturbated. At the end of each ejaculation he couldn't assist wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her adulterous adventure in future.

The oversexed mother, in the interim felt herself glutinous and wet both inside and outside. While her gushing juice washed her insides, her younger son's midriff and omphalus licking left her sticky all over the midriff. She looked down after her release to his capitulum which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His thorax pressed against her cunt through the sheer white sari, which was wet around the genital organ. Both his work force were around her hips and his right hand hand was infact cupping her exposed upper butt. For a arcsecond she was ashamed of herself for orgasm right when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a wild pleasure. Binu's nibbling had turned her flaming on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram's call came. His lewd talk was the gun trigger she needed to bring out her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the impulses. Now, after her coming, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire thigh region exposed. She could feel her pussy spasm mildly against Binu's chest and wondered how it would take been in the course of her sound talk and orgasm. The mentation made the drift married woman shiver. And the shake brought out some excessiveness luxuria from her loins. She was still troubled despite her release because she hadn't been fucked. Her good physical structure hadn't received its fuck sedation. If anything she felt hornier than before.

Manya had gone off to a difficult slumber in the same strength. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his position. His consistence had drifted away but his head was now right on her crotch. But he was flying deceased with a one-half smile on his lips. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's back talk had been the previous night. They seemed to want to simply devour her belly physical body. She also wondered whether Binu realized the effect his squeezing and kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't strike his deed to be out rightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed haunt with her body, especially her umbilicus and ass. Gently she lifted her son's header from her warm and damp pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her sari dusk right off her juicy consistence onto the floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was half retiring five. The beautiful homemaker went ass naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at least an hour before either of her Son woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the Saami half nude State. She put on a half-slip and a black bra. She wore the same white saree and blouse over the undergarments and decided to captivate some sweet, early good morning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen doorway, Manya walked into the freshness of the dawn, towards the jogger's car park situated about 100 yards from her house. Her white saree highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her squeezing waist form, while the black bra only served to draw tart attending to her beautifully mold breasts through the white blouse. Her omphalos was the instant draw from the straw man, peering out invitingly through the sheer egg white saree. Her bring up persuasion was irresistible with her heavy keister swaying provocatively with each gradation while her uncover upper rosehip and waistline rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet dream. To the secretly following Deen, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.

Manya felt more and more fidgety between her thigh as she walked. The nip in the air played with her skin, making her nipple poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the Nox's arousal in her loin and her slow down physical structure sway suggested that she was indeed in intimate motive. Her son followed her from a distance of about 50 time, taking care not to be observed. Every passerby turned and ogled the sexy mother as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some exercise. On reaching the Mungo Park after giving scores of hard on on the way, the frustrated wife sought a slightly secluded spot and sat in meditation attitude under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"Hello Mrs. M, good morn ”.

Looking up with a get-go, she saw Salman's father in jogging garb. The thick fifty class old man had been lusting after her luxurious body for a piece now. Manya also felt her flesh stiffen under his hot looking at. She was silent as he sat next to her under the tree, not more than a few inches from her.

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

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

"It's a ruth so much of beauty is being wasted. Let me express you the new mixed bag of pink wine over there"he pointed towards an even more secluded stain, holding her shank in the same motion, as if to serve her.

With a fluency that surprised even her, the horny housewife rose and allowed herself to be led towards the spot, his warm handle heating her body all over. She blamed it on the early morning horniness, but gave in to the older man's progression, recollecting his steely grip over her waist, coxa 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 honest-to-god man."You won yourself a big lot of friend ”.

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

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

Manya was stunned at the precipitateness of his action and the thickness of his hawkshaw. Her palm enclosed it well and fully and the steely substance jerked eagerly in her work force. A moan escaped her lips and she began a dull jerking motion. Her physical structure was hot now and her juices began the outward journey down her plush thighs. Salman's father was a man of little lecture and all natural process, which suited the straying wife well. He placed his voluptuous target on the grass under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, firm paw to care her trunk. She lay flat on the earth as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one exclusive motion, he lifted the white saree rightfield over the needy housewife's fair and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for base hit. Her wetness surprised the older man and the heat of her twat only made his lust peak. He bent and thrust his thick cock into her tight pussy almost immediately. He began the hard pumping, first in immediate drive, which tapered into gasping wearisome ones. His manus reached out and gripped her aching breasts, making the flesh shakiness. The horny married woman writhed under his bombardment and her passion rose, making her coxa cost increase to meet every thrust of her honest-to-goodness devotee. The squishy phone of his cock plundering her cunt filled the unsounded air and even in that state, the horny, cheating woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not know however that her own son was peeping and hearing, unseen from a distance, in a United States Department of State of extreme foreplay and excitement.

The older man's thick stopcock pistoned in and out of Manya's sensory snatch. The early on morning dew soaked the display section of the horny housewife's waistline, back and legs, which was a lot of her wholesome consistence at that moment. She lay sprawled on the wet grass, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the honest-to-god man whose son had fucked the daylight out of her ravishing body just the former day. The open air fucking charged her red-blooded organic structure into renewed vigor. Manya raised her hips to fit every exclusive thrust of his with a force that surprised the stocky man. The cock clasping baron of the cheating married woman below him took the morning vigor out of him and in to a lesser extent than five minutes, he was spurting out his semen, mashing her full moon breast savagely. The squirt of his cum hit her abstruse inside and the beautiful woman got her day's first seminal fluid blast in the other hours, when she was lying half naked in the ballpark, obscenely surrendering her lush, horny soundbox to Salman's Father, while many other housewives were taking brisk up paseo less than XX meters away.

As the older man rose from the sexy body he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any possible danger. Sensing none, he whispered to the woman he had just fucked that he would leave first and she could give a five bit lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to gather her clothes over her wet second joint. The saree was damp from the dew and so was the dorsum of her blouse. The moist sari stuck to the curves of her ass, causing a very elicit crevice. From a distance of twenty dollar bill meters, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously sexy and positively vulgar at that meter of the morning, with the wench chirping around her. Her soundbox looked so used and incongruous with the freshly surroundings with all the damp dirt on her. He did not see her getting her day's first fucking, but he could hear it. He remained in his advantage perspective even after Salman's Father had left. He saw his sexy mother adjust her sari and recline against the Tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of meat of the park and move towards the tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a brief discussion after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the adulterous woman with Salman. Deen could only catch a part of the conniption behind the Tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and bow her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi upright pose. He was on his knees, making thrusting drift, prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous mother was on all quadruplet, getting fucked bow-wow style by the Lester Willis Young stud. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny female parent drove Deen crazy and he began a yearn and severely jerking of his dick, watching the facial construction of Salman as he vigorously fucked his mother. The passion was too high school and he came much other than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into the shrub before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the parking lot home, thinking that it would be beneficial to arrive at before his Mom returned from her too soon good morning escapade. He could distinctly hear Salman call his mother a bitch as he rammed into her pussy from behind. On his take journeying he saw many midsection aged women walking around, either with their husband or their cad, reveling in the morning novelty. He gave one last thought to his own lusty mother who at that time was on all fours, her luscious ass high up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a couple of years older than her son. Sensing another erection he went family, entered through the candid kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched unobserved, not very far from the kitchen door, waiting for Manya.

Manya's body was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the furious fucking given by Salman's new dick. Being a bunny for the second fuck, the son's tool came as a bonus to the sexy wife after the father had pumped and filled her well. Holding her ample hips and squeezing her swaying boobs occasionally the stud spewed his semen into the horny's wife's greedy cunt after ten arcminute of furious fucking. Manya got her day's indorse seed blast from Salman and it was not even half retiring six in the morning.

Realizing that the parking lot would get more crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would depart first, after which he could surveil. Salman saw the sexy woman he had just fucked ascending and leave slowly. Her clothes were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to her small body, making a very provocative lineation of her well stacked soundbox. Salman felt she looked erotic in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one full phase of the moon liquidity crisis, making the well fucked married woman squeal in half surprise and half joy. Manya walked right back to her house as steadily as she could, not bothering to bet at any of the onlookers. It was a condom walking since daylight had begun to break out. In that dirty, damp attire, strutting her well exposed ravished physical structure around could have led to gang up rapine if it were moonlight instead of good morning Light Within. Her paseo carried a slow up sway, imparting a sexy heave to her hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to recognize Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual show. Sam's Doberman pinscher growled and made a sudden movement towards the housewife's pelvis with his nose. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a squawk between the fountainhead fucked mother's second joint. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in alarm. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said"Don't worry aunt Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

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

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

"When ? ”, inquired the unyielding stud. Manya was amazed at his cockiness. She realized that he felt she was an prosperous, willing 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 bosomy chest and hips for one full bit before release. Red in face again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one look at her dampish physique, she realized that she needed to modify before attending to her motherly responsibility of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her bedroom, she began stripping off her white saree and entered her sleeping accommodation to incur Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a light kiss on his ear and whispered that it was clock time to wake up.

Binu slowly opened his heart and saw a well attack cleavage staring into his fount from a pitch blackness bra and white blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit of his fixation, his mother's deep and juicy navel point. As he rose, it was right in front of his face. He began with a trench, early break of day umbilicus buss, making his sexy female parent wriggle once again. When onto his feet, he kissed her face and suddenly both female parent and son exchanged a quick lip to lip kiss. A pattern had been set.

gift him fifteen minutes to be quick for his bath, Manya walked out towards Deen's room to check off on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to greet her. He was fresh except for his bathroom. Deen had to control another rush of blood into his dick on seeing his mother in a petticoat and blouse again. Her grand paunch bore some scratch scrape where the basis had grazed her during those rousing sex sessions. Instinctively he reached out to feel her waist around those marks. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the park during my cockcrow paseo 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 sons over the next half an minute and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu call out for a bath. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and Deen ready to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed mother got down to bathing her son, taking only a quick looking at at Deen's crotch. He was half erect. And Binu was limp. In the course of the bath she got around to soap Binu's crotch. The moment her hand encircled his clod, Binu's cock shot up in two bit like a ophidian raising its exhaust hood. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her sons. Binu's dick remained at full length during the intact class of the bathroom. Manya forced her centre off it, only to encounter Deen's strong on jutting out through his briefs. Both comrade were trying to sustain normalcy, though Deen's job was tougher. He watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his Brother's rooster, in the act of trying to rinse the soap away. He did not inquire too gruelling why it took one fully minute to rinse it away. And now he also found it convention to see his naked brother fiddling with his mother's exposed umbilicus very often during the seance. The aphrodisiacal female parent ended the bath and put the cascade off. Deen felt his mother's digit graze against his stopcock in a very brightness level squeeze, but decided that it was by fortuity. Ushering them out of the bath, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the morn's cheating trace. She felt her kitty brim puffed up while soaping and a small-scale tingle ran up her acantha as she soaped her put up mammilla. The pressure of the mauling given by the horny father and son still lingered on her breasts and the hot feel of her son's erect tool lingered on her dainty fingers. Her twat felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to happen after the hardest of fucks to stoke her fervidness all over again. Even Deen, as he left the bathing tub knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

Feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedroom, wiping her armpits and abdomen along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between her thigh and was beginning to relish the warmth, when her son's vociferation for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without question. No having the time to make up one's mind on clothes, she slipped on a white half-slip and a smutty blouse. As usual, she tied the petticoat five inches below her belly button and kept the top two buttons of her low cut blouse undone. This was as dear as her received attire whenever hubby was away. She felt free and comfortable and didn't have to change unless she had to go out. She went to the dining area towards two hard dicks, one of which went with a couplet of eager hands. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the side and poking her navel at least five time during the meal. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her immature son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his tomentum. But it was not fun and games for her pussy. A slow fire had started.

Once her children had left, the romantic married woman flopped on the couch and slipped into a short siesta. She stirred when she heard the doorbell ring. Her bridge player automatically went to her slit. Every auditory sensation of any chime was something of a backwash up birdsong for her pussy. And the short nap had introduced a gentle tingling in her loin. Caressing herself between her thighs, she went towards the door and paused for a while, as if unwilling to leave her pussy.

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

"It's me Sam,"came the response, much to the sexy mother's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the door, only to withdraw her hand from her mound with a start. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for her appearance Manya ran into the bedchamber. Sana watched Sam ogling her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a dark disconsolate saree over her petticoat. She was still bare-breasted and Sana could clearly score out her saucy mamilla poking right out of the blouse and through the saree. Sana felt out rightly jealous of the toothsome older woman. She looked a bundle of sexual energy and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such sentiment in her brain, she opened a small envelope.

For the next 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 chest sucked and crushed by his youthful brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her naked, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping snatch to an coming in obscene horniness. The last lingering image of his juicy mother for his jerk off was of her panting, voluptuous, fully exposed trunk being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her palpitation breasts, wet face, glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her crotch, flashed in a quick sequence before his wild eyes at the climax of every frig. With the final examination image of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his chum, Deen drifted off to a strangely agitate sleep. He was sure there would be a sentence when she would manage to babble out to her Dad on the phone while some man fucked her brains out doggie dash. He only hoped he would be capable to watch her.

Manya felt the last fusillade of her climax leave her body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his top dog out of her boob and was lying with his fountainhead on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a shock as to how exposed she was. Her entire front was open right down to her George Herbert Walker Bush and the sari was bundled up around her pussy, leaving everything below open and bare from her heavy thighs downwards. Even the horny female parent felt she looked quite vernacular lying like this next to her son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit damp from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of her full breasts still retained his clinch force per unit area and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her lavish body around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya's center drifted to her pelvic field and the mountain startled her. Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her little son began to sink into the voluptuary mother and married woman. Her youthful boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial reserve rights on almost every inch of her generous body and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to repulse him.

"The greatest discipline was self correction ”, she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his normal itch. Manya knew that such urges were normal in male child and that it was dangerous to rebuff them because of the possible psychological repercussions on them. Moreover she was sure enough 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 dear, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some foolery and pampering through this phase. And it only made her feel sexier, better and more desirable. There was nada which turned on Manya more than the cognition that someone lusted after her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did not go through this phase angle with her torso. The thought made her a bit concerned about her elder son's normalcy and she decided to direct a closer look at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into kip since the excitement of flavour and sucking his female parent's breasts drained him mentally. It was his first confrontation with his female parent in a bare, strong-arm sensory faculty. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to prance his hair and shifted her dead body down to settle down beside him. She readjusted her sari to cover her derriere and thighs and slept with her back to her son. She tried hard to sleep but remained a few steps short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's mitt on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her naked waist as it always did, towards her belly button. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his in good order leg moved over her hips and rested there. Manya could directly finger the impact of his dick against her entire and heavy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her umbilicus in a slow fingering gesture. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touching. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the gratifying impulses in her navel to lease over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her butt. Its passion and callousness permeated through his short and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no drive of his prick against her heated asscheeks, but the enkindle female parent was sure that her ass passion was interacting with his young dick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further when she felt his prick throb intensifies wildly. In astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or thrust from his side. She realized he was dreaming about the ample body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The pounding against her ass continued like an automatic rifle motor. Her dreaming son's pecker was beating against the aim of his dreams, making the subject of his lusty dream shiver and squirm against it. Manya stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressure on them. The muscle spasm were followed by a sudden explosion of wetness which dampened the prat of her saree. With a stupor the sexy mother realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the noesis and continued to palpate the wafture of spill ebb out. For five minute after feeling the death weak throb, Manya remained in that posture to grant her son's body to retrieve blissful slumber. Dazed, she reached rear end and felt the sari around her ass, taking care not to disturb his leg over her nude hips. She realized that her saree rode up to the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the aphrodisiac cleaning lady smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most fuck reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and son.

Manya again woke up a little in the first place than normal. The advantage of a wellspring fucked body was that sopor enters quick and deep. It also leaves the body quickly once the ask rest is obtained. The impending sunrise moments were also import for hot pants to dawn on the beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her hip joint, the burl having got unbuttoned. She was sodding defenseless on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast asleep, now with his back to her. A quick recap of the old Nox's effect crossed her thinker. The lovely mother felt herself loaded once again with compassionateness and lovemaking for her son. On nerve impulse, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his eternal rest to face her. His eyes were still closed. The defenseless mother felt an overpowering surge of affection. She gently hugged his expression into her tit and stroked his spine, knowing that he was numb 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 little barren boy. She wanted to sense and savour the moment. She hugged his schoolboyish look into her naked, full breasts, allowing their sissiness to muffle his font. She kept kissing his sleeping fountainhead and held him against her bosom for two full second. Satisfied, the nude mother rose from the bed. As she got up, she thought with a mischievous smile that she needn't wear a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. Life was shifting gear wheel and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early morning horniness crept into Manya's right body the minute she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should take a stroll down to the jogger's parkland. It was not the prognosis of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some brisk air for sure. Putting on some undergarments, she draped the same nighttime bluish saree over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The saree was crumpled however, making her look like she'd had a torrid Nox in bed. With indolent pace, the turned on wife and female parent headed towards the joggers park, passing innumerable adorer on the way exhibiting different arcdegree of lust.

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

When she entered the park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana. She had brought her black German police dog dog for a base on balls. Manya knew that Sam and Sana were avid dog buff and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sanaa sitting on a workbench, holding on to her dog's leash, Manya heaved her aphrodisiac consistence across to her side, feeling many middle on her exposed waist and speed hips. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their small lecture, Sanaa pointed to her dog tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to mate him soon so that they could engender a lot of puppy for a totally lot of Friend who had asked. Manya looked at the friendly but big dog. His heart were deep and hopeful. Sana kept playing with the area around his pinna and he kept raising his head to lick Sana on her neck and face. It looked like a loving dog.

"tiger, meet Aunt Manya,"introduced Sanaa, pointing Manya out to her dog. Panthera tigris rose to his substructure and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake paw. Manya bent slightly from the terrace to shake hands. She found tiger cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's brass. Though not used to firedog, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful brass with his long wet tongue. The eager dog licked the beautiful mother's face, thrilled at her unforced offer. He ran his tongue all over cheeks, brow, neck, and nose and swept it in one foresighted fortuity over her full phase of the moon lips. Manya recoiled for a second, feeling a stir. Seeing Sanaa laugh, she continued to let Panthera tigris lavish his tongue all over her face. Her face was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn't seem to need to stop.

"Aunt Manya, he seems to wish you a lot. He doesn't salt lick my human face that long ”, said Sana. Sana again felt a wee bit jealous that like her boyfriend Sam, even her dog seemed to prefer the voluptuous wife over her marriageable ego. She pulled the dog by its tierce, dragging him away from the beautiful object of his attending. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her typeface with her saree and noticed the doggie aroma. It was a bit unassailable and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a spell longer and decided that she had to get back place. She held Sana's handwriting to say farewell and set to rock hand with Tiger as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulder joint, revealing a huge cleavage right in presence of the dog's center. Tiger wasted no clock time in giving a sharp lick rightfield in the center of the juicy woman's cleavage. The sybaritic mother was shocked at the act and felt a acutely bolt of an untellable feeling in her. Adjusting her sari she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's paws were close to her feet and as she took a step, the dog also moved to block her. In the operation, his paw fell on the posterior of her saree, causing Manya to trip over. The fountainhead stacked homemaker fell matte on her cover with the saree getting drag aside from her front. tiger saw a fleshy fair game in his new friend and he pounced onto the lush fair sex, licking at her exposed navel. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping natural language, sending an electrical current right through Manya's horny torso. Sana simply stared for a moment at the lewdly exciting raft before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juices out of Manya's banquet out belly. His lingua covered every exposed in of her huge midriff and Sana gaped at the full bodied married woman as she writhed about under the attack, not knowing how to stop the wolf. Panthera tigris delved into her navel several times and his glossa sent shivers all over Manya's rippling body. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sanaa pull back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and looked around. About ten people were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into rubor the flushed housewife quickly bade skillful bye to a still stunned Sana and moved out of the park. On the way she heard a guy call out,"picket out Maam. blackguard think like us guys. They are always on the looking out for a bitch in heat ”.

The man didn't look like a regular in the area. But Manya was too helpless to react angrily. She literally ran her way place, her eyes moist with disgrace. Only after reaching her kitchen threshold did she block up to relax. Panting, she slowly started to recover her breathing time. The behavior of the dog outraged the wife, but she realized she felt unlike. Suddenly she moved her hands to her pussy and felt it through the saree. She was wet.

Her mind worked in all instruction trying to realise her state. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt elicit. She felt like a kick in heat. A existent gripe. Somebody else also understood that she was in heat. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few day to get his paw on the horny wife, was keeping guard by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering woman and sensed that she needed cock. ineffective to believe his lot, he held her strongly by her shoulders. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to get the milkman. She allowed him to rest her on the threshold of the kitchen room access. She remained silent and shaking as he stripped her sari and half-slip right off her ass. The young stud repositioned his favorite homemaker in the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to give her what she loved virtually. Feeling his secure gumshoe ravaging her cunt doggie style, Manya felt like a rightful gripe at that moment. The sentiment sent ripples of pleasure all over her consistency as much as his steely putz did. Her mind went to the squawk that Panthera tigris would mate to give rise to tens of pup. For a fleeting second she placed herself in the place of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his pup. Her fertile pussy gushed out juices strongly to meet the milkman's own spurting stopcock. It was a mind blowing, delirious inaugural roll in the hay. The eject woman rested her ass on the doorstep of the kitchen and smiled at the immature milkman. No words were exchanged for a few min. She watched with the same smiling as he pushed up his pant and left her bearing. It was a strictly functional, aim serving fucking, and the adulterous Manya loved such fucking.

The time was still 15 minutes to seven am. Manya had another half an hour at least before her sons awoke. She felt fresh now and storage of the dog's assault on her physical body were pushed back into her psyche. Her sari was still off her body. Her ass was still naked on the doorsill. 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 leave to hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was naked. Her legs were spread apart in sitting posture and she looked remarkably well-off in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the need to wrap up herself before Sam of all the mass. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining board. Sam knelt next to the sexy womanhood, his elbow on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her twat closing ups. There was no way anybody could guess it was her pussy. Sam had made her ping cunt look like the world's gravid gem cove. She admired his ability more than the magnificence of her kitty-cat. However after repeated viewing she felt a warmth surge again in her loins. She gave him a sudden candy kiss on his rim. Sam responded by kissing her book binding and held her by her naked hips. His handwriting rested well below her waist side and he kept squeezing her generous figure in soft comforting separatrix. They looked perfectly matched and at ease with each other, like a husband and married woman going through the aurora newspaper. That was how the watching Deen felt from the side window.

Deen woke up lately and missed his Mom's early excursion. But he was bang on time to see her getting banged by the milkman and was surprised at her excess cacoethes. He had no idea regarding the origin of her renewed fuck vigor.

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruits of their old day's labor. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty female parent and Deen could see that Manya was becoming conscious of his growing propinquity. She felt Sam's familiar script once again find her slit and that really enhanced her comforter level. She kept looking at the depiction of her lewdly spread cunt, thanking herself that she didn't wear any mob. It would have revealed her identity from the way in which her fingers were opening up her juicy slit in the picnic. All along Sam kept fingering her twat. Even her suspiration and moan came by themselves and the couple slowly slid into a reclining posture. Manya rested her head back against the door and spread her second joint wider to hold freer access to Sam's cupping hired hand. He manipulated her pussycat without stopping. Manya's bladder was entire because she hadn't taken a pee before her morning pass. Now with all the ministration of her sore devotee, the press began to make up to near indocile levels.

She gasped at his shot and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His fingers got interfering and busier with the randy wife's pussy. Each strokes of his raised her indigence to bursting horizontal surface. She felt she would pee any consequence. But the moment never came. The loaded feeling persisted but the randy wife could not unblock her piss. The relentless stroking of Sam on her pussy thwarted the flow. Instead her pussy got swollen and wet with superintendent charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's paw, her typeface wearing an agonized look that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no further time. He replaced his fingers with his cock, stretching Manya outside the room access right field on the ground. Deen felt his mother looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the terra firma, her hips heave and her pussy swollen with the conflate need to piss and get fucked. Sam poked her outer snatch with his finger as if to test the walls. Manya burst out into uncorrectable breathlessness, whimpering with need.

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

Deen was wild both with ire and stimulation at his mother's debasement. He watched Sam toy with his shameless mother.

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

The lusty mother was in hurt."Do something Sam ”, she begged, looking beautifully helpless on the ground, writhing in lustfulness, her hired hand 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 depraved woman could subscribe to it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his dick dragged him right on to her heaving, voluptuous body. She roughly positioned his operose turncock right at the entry of her dripping slit. She arched her heated hip joint up and forced an entryway for his rooster, rotating her hips greedily to allow his nub to sink into her cut. She took his hands and placed them on her heaving breasts and forced him to crush the quivering heap. Making guttural sound that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly aroused female parent thrusts her rosehip upwards, her optic imploring and pleading with him to commence screwing. Sam felt it would be a sin to hold back any thirster. He began rotating his pelvic girdle and started a irksome fucking to feel the inside of her stewing cunt fully. His rooster 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 recollective and teasing rhythm. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.

Manya's bitchiness was elevated even though Sam took her pussy missional vogue. Both the teenager could see the lustfulness contortioned face of the beautiful woman as her wholesome consistence got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every solidus of Sam's peter felt like it was hitting against a water bed. Manya's horny body bounced and heaved at every thrust in the ahead of time hours. Sam pounded with urging to take the sexy wife to a much needed orgasm. The sexual climax washed her inside thoroughly and she felt Sam's cock spirt at the same meter. With a lusty moan, she took out Sam's hammer from her cunt and placed it above her look, taking the full fire on her eyes, nose, lips and cheeks. She licked the fluids wherever her lingua could reach and released his gumshoe only when it turned fully limp. Giving it a buss with a groan, she fell back on her back again in exhaustion. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the second time during that torrid fucking session.

Suddenly, before the eyes of the two teenagers, Manya began to pee. She had lost it. The rate of flow came forte and unwavering and burst out like a batch current. Sam watched in amazement and wished that he had brought his television camera to cap this titillating present moment. For a full two minutes, the horny woman let out all the accumulated fluids, clutching her abdomen during the act. She was still spread out on the floor, the pee collecting itself around the reverse V between her thigh. It formed a small puddle. With her beautiful, homely face and well fucked trunk, Deen felt his female parent looked like a admittedly slut. A lovable jade. But she looked beautiful to him. His well stacked houri mom always looked beautiful when she was getting fucked.

Deen rushed into his bathroom after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the time and rose from the ground gathering her sari, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this expression on his favorite model and he kissed her laborious on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his mouth and felt him tweet her cuntlips in one in conclusion throw before departing. It felt courteous to be teased and used this way. Her body's limits were being stretched and she found the exercise thrilling.

A pollyannaish Manya prepared a marvellous breakfast for her son and only one of them knew the rationality for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both Logos felt happy for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his 1st semen emission in his pants. He discussed it with his brother Deen, who told him that it was perfectly natural. Both comrade did not go into promote details. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling unlike. She gave him a duet of hugs Sir Thomas More than necessary to reassure him and even placed his helping hand around her waist when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her breasts to touch the backrest of his headway several clock time in the class of the meal, with and without grounds. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy ego and before leaving for school day, gave his earmark squeeze and osculate to his voluptuous mother. He gave her ass an duplicate hard squeeze and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's class were off because of a fun function at schooling which he didn't feel like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in admiration. He was a mellifluous and loving boy but he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his younger crony. Binu never lost an chance to hug and buss her while Deen would hardly ever relate her or even discourse with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually pattern. She remembered suddenly that the boys who were balling her were around Deen's age or a niggling one-time. The thought made her shiver and shift. If she could be a division of Binu's sexual breakthrough, then she found no reason why Deen should be left out. She decided to bring him out of his plate that morning.

Fifteen transactions after breakfast, Manya called out,

"Deen, can you delight avail me by massaging my rear with oil"?

The surprised stripling was caught of guard, but he agreed. He was wearing only his shortstop and nothing else as he came out to the bread and butter way. His mother had removed her sari and blouse. Wearing a bra and petticoat she stood before him with two towels in hired man. Manya began her little game by saying that the oil would make her petticoat dampness. She wrapped the shortest towel around her articulatio coxae and removed the underskirt. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her chest. The beautiful mother saw her son staring at her second joint and titty alternatively. The towel came to about thigh length, exposing her golden, well toned thighs. Her nipples were clearly outlined through the thin cotton wool towel across her knocker. She presented an air of extreme strong-arm ease. The horny mother noted that the outcome was not lost on her son. His untried cock tented his shorts already.

Manya lay matt on the floor on her back and handed a bottle of oil to her staring son. In a mild spell, 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 laurel wreath together and ran them along his mother's calf and feet first. They felt honorable and well toned. The form of his mother's calf was exquisite and they looked sublimely graceful. They felt graceful too to the adoring hands of her son. Deen's hired hand went past her knees to get through her splendiferous, fleshy thigh. He paused for a import here to decant some more oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out female parent. The randy woman opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her thighs. Deen kneaded the flesh of her second joint, allowing the oil to disperse and get absorbed. They felt galvanising and charged. His mother's second joint felt like pillars of material body carved out of banana tree trunks. The build quivered and carried immense warmth that got hotter with each stroke of his. The hem of the towel was quite high on Manya's second joint, about three inch from her naked pussy. Deen couldn't see her pussy lips but his digit crossed the hem of the towel many prison term during his vigorous massaging of those sexy thighs. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual arousal. She had to charter care not to show it, but her trunk betrayed her. Every time her son's fingers brushed deeper into her intimate thighs, her thighs quivered in response. She kept her eyes closed but her lips trembled enough to tell the narrative to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no option but to massage her. He continued his teasing pinch, using both fingerbreadth and laurel wreath to administer some strong groping touches on her privileged regions. He was getting perilously close to her pussy. His hawkshaw was hard at the very beginning and now it was threatening to bust out of his shorts. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's hired man oiled her stomach and shank. She felt them rove all over her creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few bead of oil into her deep omphalus and use his finger to diddle it. Deen heard his mother's groan and sighs all through this erotic massage. He was finding it as unmanageable as her. He lingered lovingly around her lowly belly and could see as he stroked her flesh why Binu was obsessed with his female parent's belly. Indeed it was a ripe treasure. And it carried a flow that sent its thrill right through his medal and spine. Both mother and son knew they couldn't take this erotic session for too long.

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

Deen took one look at his mother. Her stallion back was exposed right up to her butt crack. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hired man to massage, he was sure he would be forced to touch her pussy. He could see the side of her full moon chest as they pressed against the flooring. Her men were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the expanse and softness. His mother had a very luscious body. He felt he was lucky to be able to serve her in this fashion. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His hands also constantly touched the incline of her knocker whenever he tried to knead her sides. He lovingly reached into her axillary fossa and stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny mother. There was pure knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The sexual latent hostility was palpable.

Deen ran his hands on the back of her thighs and in the cognitive process got to squeeze and rub down them thoroughly. His sexy female parent, from the backrest was as adept as nude, except for the thin towel covering her ass. And the boldness of her full ass were all it covered. The rest of her creamy body was all his for squeezing. At one stage Deen had to sit at the base of her asscheeks in order to be able to massage her back properly. When he did so, his dick came into direct contact with the rank base of her ass, not even an column inch from her dripping cunt. He massaged away at her back and as he did so, his pelvic region moved to and fro against Manya's lower ass bringing his stopcock into periodical contact with her pussy entrance. It was a searingly arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching foreplay but managed not to show it because her face was down on the level. Deen noticed his female parent's asscheeks wriggle and realized that she was fully in warmth. He slowly reduced the pressing of his massaging which in turn reduced the pressure sensation of his dick on her outer pussy. Manya was mad with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing trunks his putz would take in been inside her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the issue on her new son. She didn't care if he fucked her. She realized that he was formula after all and that pleased her.

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

Manya got up slowly with a mixed horse sense of disappointment and relief on her feature of speech. She was felicitous that her son was a normal kid. Her body was unhappy that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her judgement accepted that non event with a maternally 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 nook of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his bedchamber window. She could see him transfixed to the maculation, his eyes on her. With a start she understood the spot. Her elderberry bush son loved to watch her. He was more of a voyeur. 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, carnal tilt of her hip. The towel was almost falling off her wide-cut articulatio coxae by the metre she reached her bedroom door. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving Deen an unhindered view of her full breasts. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their base and sides. They jiggled sexily at her sudden turn, making Deen's eyes pop out. He had seen his mother's breast in all kinds of hands and in unlike leg of mauling. But now, her scoop display was special and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to fall off her hips. It was well below her President Bush and it required a wide-eyed jerk for it to fall off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to descend off her boozer hip joint exposing herself in all her glory to her son. Her rich fertile bush, her sarcoid thighs, her brilliant creamy midriff, her well endowed bust, her erect nipples and her ruttish boldness were all out in display for the scoop eye of her have a go at it son. It was an awing inundation of lust that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the Lapp fourth dimension. She felt a deep discharge 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 sybaritic consistence for one broad min before walking nude into her sleeping accommodation and bathtub. Deen saw her nude, wide-cut asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his dick, Deen wondered why he was so aroused. He had seen his mother getting fucked into oblivion, not once but several times in the most lewd postures. That trunk held no trinket for him but just now he felt he was looking at her all over again for the first time.

"Could it be,"he wondered with a shock."Could it be that she knew I was peeping. Did she expose herself to me deliberately realizing that I was peeping ?"The idea made him go frail in his genu. He sat down on his bed, holding his head. His dick was about to point a salvo. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just that. His sonsie, horny Mom was doing the Saami with her tumesce pussy, in the privacy of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, and two digit deep in her drenched pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was long and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fervour within her which were godforsaken, different and more herculean than ever before. The flood of juices in her loins had an uncorrectable haste about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she reached up and turned on the shower bath. The steadily torrent hit her with a stroking force play on her breast, hip, Bush and thighs. For a full ten minutes the horny mother let her body take in the cool rain shower before getting down to the grave business of cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curve, she shivered in the memory of her son Deen's hand on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his Young dick on them through the slight towel.

It took the beautiful cleaning woman another one-half hour to lap herself thoroughly. She walked out of the tub and into the bedroom, wiping herself in the process. The bedroom doorway was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it remain that way, knowing that Deen would not push forward in without proclamation. Her body had never felt more cared for and attended. With two sons showering their attending on it, it glowed, making her feel happier than ever before. It also made the sybaritic mother hornier than ever before.

Manya's pubes were now in a eternal discharge way. The juice always oozed now. Only their muscularity was decided by the billet. With sex fully in her mind, she decided to lie down for a while and cool down off. Naked, she slid her juicy organic structure under the covers and tried to kip. Her helping hand automatically rested on her pussy mound, the fingers stroking the backtalk lightly.

In the former room, Deen ranted about as he neared his tierce ejaculation. His entire bed flat solid was smeared with cum. In the row of three jerk offs, he had visualized his female parent's horny body in all possible situations of ravishment, use and abuse. She had screamed and cried in his vision as cock after hammer ploughed into her esurient pussy and hand after hand mauled her well stacked soundbox. His final mental image of his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched cleaning woman, sprawled naked on the flooring, her fount coated with sperm and her sexy body heaving about wantonly in the net phase of climax. Even after ejaculation he could still feel the remnants of the touch modality of Manya's fleshy, heated body in his palms.

The bell rang fifteen minutes later and Deen ran to open it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul, Manya's sixty class 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 eyes turning towards his mother's bedroom.

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

Binu walked into the chamber calling out for his Mom. He paused for a while at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the sight of his half at rest Mom. The bed sheet had slipped partly down at her chest, revealing one juicy breast fully. The former one was also exposed fully except for her nipple. He could draw out that his mother had one hired hand around her lower abdomen. Her pectus rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully bare ”, thought the young son.

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

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

Manya stirred at the soft impact. But her heart were still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely face, proud of her beaut. Instinctively he kissed his female parent again on her eye and trailed his lips down to her cheek."Mom,"he said again in the softest of whispers. Manya opened her optic slowly and saw Binu's tidal bore face about to kiss her cheek."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him kiss her. Her manus which was around her slit began its own dull movement in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very slowly moved his sass down to her backtalk for their habitual sight. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to meet her son's backtalk. Binu accepted her offering eagerly. Mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her tongue into Binu's mouth in a tentative geographic expedition. It was the low gear clip that they had an exploratory kiss. Binu felt his body turn hot and Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose mellow to complete the osculation in comfort. In the cognitive process, the bed sheet slipped right off her bureau, baring both her big breasts to her son. Binu's center popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his female parent's right boob. He had established his right hand to fellate and caress her breast when exposed and he utilized this opportunity. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her right breast. Manya kept kissing him while getting her boob squeezed, her hand delving into her moist pussy under the cover version. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't help marveling at the rest and skill with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the like fourth dimension. He seemed an excellent kisser. The twin insistence were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist, began to put on in heat energy. She realized the motive to regain some motherly sanity. She removed her wet back talk from her son's mouthpiece and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's eyes, continuing his breast caress for another ten seconds.

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

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

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

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

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

The dressing up was flying since Manya simply slipped into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten years now. He was almost a saintlike old man. Manya felt very comfortable with him. It was when she entered the living area that both Deen and Manya got a shock absorber. Deen because of his Mom's scanty attire and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to come with his son. But she continued in her attire because they had to take her mensuration in any case. Three male middle looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained breasts swaying sexily with each footmark. Deen left them and went to his room. But he took up a side at the keyhole to cheep on his Mom with the tailor. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be busy for at least another one-half hour.

Manya made some initial small lecture with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen years old. He was a slim down lad with lament eye and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every time her bosom heaved during the talk. She also noticed that the lad's eyes remained sterilize on her vast, exposed middle when he was not staring at her melon. Abdul then took measuring for her blouse. His son noted down while the Padre called out. The watching Deen saw his female parent raise both her hands for Abdul to mensurate her chest. His dick shot to care yet again as the tape encircled her full phase of the moon boob and hitch concentrated whenever Abdul's knuckles pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw Abdul's hand graze his mother's erect nipples on two occasions.

Manya on her part allowed the job to go on. The tapeline graced her armpits, back, arms, berm and neck. When it came to the neck, she indicated to Abdul to lower the neck by a few in. Abdul brought the tape recording with his ovolo well past the mid point of his beautiful customer's ripe cleavage and held it for a present moment. Manya nodded with a scintillation in her eyes and Abdul read out the measurement for his bedaze son to jot down.

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

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

The aroused wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her fleshy lour abdominal cavity for a few seconds as he read out her final exam mensuration. She gasped and that made the youngster look up into her face, past her replete cleavage, his face inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her center away from the boy. The sudden shiver which went up her body betrayed her stimulation. The Father and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's physical structure as her watching, randy son jerked off for the fourthly prison term since the morning.

It was while they were leaving and Manya was closing the threshold that Deen saw and heard Binu bound into the living sphere. Binu had missed the prospect 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 female parent, allowing Binu to lead her by her exposed waist to the dining board. Deen kept observing the casual manner in which his younger brother kept caressing Manya's waist all the way to the table.

The three of them finished a undecomposed meal. While Binu was eager to run out for his cricket his brother and mother were horny and restless. Manya was hornlike because of the immense stimulation caused by Deen's massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt great in the company of her sons, closer and more secure than ever before. She was also confident that every act of theirs was out of pure love. Even the luxuria was do it driven. Being a love starved cleaning lady with a sex starved body, this tending from her Son made her gladiola. It also made her extremely randy. All the kissing and pawing by Binu stirred up her juices and left her craving for the very act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his mother was feeling horny. It showed in her torso language. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thigh forced him to visualize the itchy pussy nestled between those splendid thighs. He noticed light up drop of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her optic showed a distracted look. Deen realized a stage had come where he communicated with her bodily needs very directly. He could smell when she needed a fucking just as surely as he could sense when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a goodness fucking.

Both mother and son were lucky. The answer to their notion came in the word form of a margin call from Prem. He called to find out whether they would be keen on a family garment sales event in townsfolk. Binu had to go for his cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen differentiate Prem that he would be going over to a Quaker's place to hand over some borrowed college assignment. He asked Prem to come up over and take his mother to the sales event, promising to bring together them within an 60 minutes. She smiled to herself at the sentiment of being unequaled with Prem for at least an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the sign of the zodiac with his pal. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's sake. It made him happy. The constitute fourth dimension was six in the evening and he had an hour and a half to choke. The chum left in unlike directions.

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his favorite bookseller's workshop. It was his preferred hunting place for his tat collection. Literature, photograph, and cassettes - the piazza had it all and the proprietor was a well-disposed, portly middle aged man. Deen walked into the shop which was fully of racks of Koran and clip. The cassettes were all lined up against the wall. But Deen began looking into the book racks. There were four of them and a musical passage separated each one from the early. A person on this position of the rack could not see the one on the former side of meat. While Deen started looking into the incest compendium, he suddenly heard a piano word from the early 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 Aunt Manya's pussy that morning,"came Salman's exclamation.

"Yup, right towards her crotch. I had to obligate it back. He must have loved the odour from her pussy after all you did to her ”, replied Sam.

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

"Wow, I'm not surprised. She's hot way beyond pattern. 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 snap is never dry. You can finish your dinner and dessert in it. Eat her the altogether dawning and she'll have you fuck her into tomorrow."

"She's idle Sam. She loves it when I take her like a bitch, on all fours. But next metre I'm going to dip my case into her juicy snatch first ”.

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

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

"Oh, she'll demand us both comfortable. You first thrust into her sass while I lick her into readiness. Then we switch."

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

"trade good idea, but I suspect the dog may not cease with simply licking her,"replied Sam.

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

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

"screwing, god dam fornicatress ”, hissed Salman."This talk is making me horny Sam."

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

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

The stunned Deen heard his two Quaker rush out of the storage. Their talk and the divine revelation about his Mom's doggy risky venture shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme horniness and let out depravity injected a new wave of voyeuristical thrill in him. Their talk of performing a troika with his mother with the possibleness of the dog connexion in took his imaginativeness to the high conceivable level. In a way he knew such a thing had to be around the corner. His prick 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 commons early that morning. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

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

What was happening in the house was totally in line with Deen's expectations. The here and now the horny Manya opened the door to let Prem in ; the youngster immediately understood her State. There was no word exchanged for the side by side fifteen minutes. They rushed into the closest room which was Deen's chamber and the two hot organic structure entwined and mated with fauna hungriness and energy. Manya moaned without a falling out as the youngster's hands mauled her coxa, breasts, stomach and thighs with a persistence that raised her heated body to stunning levels of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each former like complete consistence mate. Manya lifted her yearn peg and wrapped them around Prem's articulatio coxae as he pumped hotly in and out of her simmering, adulterous pussy. Each clock time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiable but her intimate desire was on a rising curve. The beautiful mother was turning into demons that could die for shaft. Prem rammed his dick into her greedy cunt and Manya's clasping cunt muscles propelled him into initiating sharply violent drive which made the voluptuous housewife's organic structure shake. Her titty shook like two beautiful ripe mango on a branch. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both paw, much to Manya's shrieking delight. His cock made spongy speech sound as it pumped the hell out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping pussy. The accumulated hot pants of the sex starved wife found violent expression as her coxa rose in cycle to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his backbone and urged him,"Fuck me Prem. Fuck me hard and deep. Aaaaaaaahh…."her articulation trailed as Prem proceeded to give her pussy an absolute screwing. Manya gasped with each strong stroke and moaned with each full squeeze of her tits. Her consistency had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extremum. Both Manya and her younger lover sweated profusely and the swither flew from Prem's hairsbreadth to spray her face. Manya's face assumed contorted expressions of gazump lust. She was being balled by her favorite fan and she gave herself in completely to his strong handwriting and secure dick. Her inside were being ravaged with brute body. The walls of her pussy were being stretched and her cunt felt like it was being pounded into pulp by Prem's cannon like thrusts. She was gradually reaching yet another mind blowing cock induced sexual climax. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her breasts getting crushed against his chest, while her teeth dug into his neck. Prem held his friend's horny mother by her ample hips as she clung to him and rammed his final thrusts before spurting out hotly into her receptive cunt. Their mutual sexual climax lasted a full two arcminute. Manya's fertile pussy was flooded with innumerable spurts of her young lover's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to release him. His cock turned slightly hobble and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like love tunnel.

Manya loved the flavor and as if to foreclose him from turning away, she lifted her head and kissed him on the sass, long and deeply. She used her total mouth on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful mother's backtalk. Their mouths and tongues remained locked for a full five minutes, during which clock time they slurped and slurped on each other's juices. Occasional pant and grumbling escaped the rima oris of the hearty housewife as she succeeded in keeping her young devotee's putz firmly lodged in her freshly be intimate kitty. 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 expression had vanished and was replaced by a lovely luminescence in her middle. He bent forward and kissed both her eye. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full moon of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that side for another five mo. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual bout was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his sleeping room window, through a gap in the mantle. And he was a violent, jerking, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his female parent and intimately friend remained interlace. His mother's second joint were banquet and still wrapped around Prem's hips. Their abdominal cavity were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty titmouse. Manya's feet pressed into Prem's naked buttocks. Their faces were a petty apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful human face around her cheeks, ear and nose, occasionally tracing cable 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 dresser fully crush her full breasts. She felt very close to him. He seemed to sleep together and care for her. Her thoughts went to the fact that he was Deen's age. It thrilled her to realise that boys her son's age found her so desirable. She smiled happily to herself and her cerebration suddenly turned towards the one aspect that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she'd ask Prem.

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

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

The act made Manya's soundbox splash warmly. His pecker was still buried in her souse pussy, at about three living quarters of its full length. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her hubby's electronic organ. Readjusting her hips to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a little worried about Deen."She of course did not have sex that her son Deen was listening to the full talk of the town and was listening with rapt attention now that his public figure was being mentioned. He pricked his ear and laughed lightly to himself at the opinion of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his proficient friend while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

"Why worry about Deen, aunty Manya,"asked Prem."He's hunky-dory ”.

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

"Fully fine ? What's that supposed to think of,"asked Prem again, this clock time nibbling harder at Manya's right nipple.

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

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

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

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

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

"I should feature known your ability, I'm sorry. Mother's eye misses cypher,"smiled Prem, slipping his rightfield bridge player down to twitch 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 ally. Even Binu is more physical, like a boy with growing endocrine. Deen is loving and caring, like you are, but he's not passionate in that raw, physical sense, like you are ”, she murmured, running her digit all over Prem's hair.

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

"Please quit that for a bit Prem, I'm quite grievous about Deen ”, urged the horny housewife, her vox trying to stifle the pant that escaped when Prem bit her nipple.

"Ok, aunt Manya,"said Prem in a critical quality 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 public lecture 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 talk about girls,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes."You are his best friend, tell me ”.

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

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

Prem kissed her brow and cupped her cheek in his hands saying,"No guy would need to depend at or talk over fille when you are in the house, aunt Manya ”.

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

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

Manya felt a stirring between her wet second joint at this statement. The outpouring 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 spot, even I wouldn't look at another girl. I would never have been able to get enough of you ”, said Prem, watching Manya blush again.

"Really,"teased Manya."And pray what you would get done my beloved. Jerked off peeping on me in the bathtub ?"

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

His words sent a wave of shiver into the lady of the house's organic structure. She felt her snatch walls try to clasp at his semi erect putz wedged inside her. She felt wild.

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

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

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

"Department of Energy Mom turn you on so a good deal Deen"she asked, as if talking to Deen.

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

"What is it that you find aphrodisiacal about your mother my honey Deen ”, asked Manya in a long, aphrodisiac drawl. She could feel Prem's putz hardening in her pussy.

Outside the window, Deen felt like his clod were going to explode. This had crossed his wildest imagination. It was the wildest intersection of the mutual hot pants he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving face to it in the starkest, most erotic manner possible. She was fucking his best booster as a surrogate. His mother was crossing the last frontier towards incest. But the with child thing about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the voyeur loved it all the More. More than fucking his female parent, he enjoyed overhearing his female parent talking about fucking him. It was godforsaken than the real thing, at least for him. Rubbing his bursting dick, he listened on as he heard Prem reply in his voice.

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

"Only"?

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

Manya could now feel Prem's cock prodding at the paries of her cunt in mini thrusts. Her pussy oozed juices and they streamed rightfulness out onto her inside second joint. This was the wildest spell of lubrication in her sex life. She felt her head turn heavy and her center were glazed all over with lust. She drew Prem into her even closer, her second joint gripping him hotly. She could now almost see Deen's face in Prem.

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

"will you fuck me next time you massage me ”, she sobbed. Deen's head 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 slow question thrusting into his best friend'female parent, making sure as shooting that the tip of his cock caressed her pink pussy walls teasingly.

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

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

Prem could feel her twat boiling slushily against his dick. It was never as wet in all the times they had fucked. He felt his putz bathed in her over expel fluids. The turned on housewife was quivering and moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his chest into her to the full, sweaty breasts. Manya felt hot and she was trembling with extreme point desire.

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

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the cock hungry mother, delirious with lust. Her kitty-cat, thighs and hip responded with awakened incestuous vigor. She heaved her rose hip upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the young he-man. She opened and closed the clasp of her fleshy thighs against his hip in a wanton exhibit of extreme arousal.

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

Deen's head was reeling and his heart was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to come out with. He saw an unruly man, sour and powerful, manhandle his beautiful mother, pump into her kitty-cat roughly, mash her overweight body all over and finally spew his hot cum deep inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't mind going through it with her son in the theater made his heart beat faster with the realization that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. Worse still, she simply loved getting fucked like a bitch. While on all quaternion, with the grocer's intemperately shaft pistoning in and out of her ruttish cuckoo, she hardly looked the loving Mom who cared for him and his little crony. Nor did she look like the cryptic tease that coaxed and cajoled his peter into radical hard erecting with her revealing fashion of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every inch a horny fornicatress who craved loud and extracurricular sex and loved only those thing that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his shock turned to awe, his contempt turned to realize and his green-eyed monster turned to lust. His young brain related her behavior to the inability and foul behavior of his drunkard father, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and luscious beauty like his Mom in his biography. The sight of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked royally by a unknown only served to make him agnise the wide potential drop of his beautiful mother's gender and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His kernel reached out compassionately towards his mother with a soft quoin. So did his dick - with a hard on.

Suddenly in one swift motion, he clutched his burgeoning putz and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in less than twenty strokes - so sinewy was his surge of passion for his aphrodisiac Mom. Even after ejaculation his dick merely registered a pause but not a droop. He quickly resumed his dick pumping and this prison term the images of the grocer balling his stopcock hungry mother were more vivid and telling. With equal volume he spewed his spermatozoon all around him in the bathroom, gasping at the monumental arousal that had beset him. As he relaxed he realized that he related to his beautiful mother more than ever before. He desired to see her happy. He loved to see her glowing and slaked. He loved to see her getting fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the living room. He was in fourth dimension to see his well fucked Mom trudge slowly into the bedroom with just her fragile blouse on, holding her sheer saree in one hired hand. Her asscheeks shook and swayed as she walked, making his sassing water."Now those fully cheeks could do with some jolty treatment ”, he empathized. He also wondered how his Mom would take to a phone spanking by his Dad in case he found out that his beautiful, worthy married woman was indeed a sex crazed vixen.

Deen moved slowly out of the bathroom and headed for his mother's bedroom. He stopped at the threshold and soundlessly peeped into the room. Manya had merely spread the transparent gentle saree all over her broad dead body and was lying on her back. Her hand rested just below her abdomen and was occasionally caressing her pussycat. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring phone. Her nipples poked proper out of her still sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the daybreak's events. She was pleasured no doubtfulness and also enjoyed it to the hilt. But she couldn't help wondering how easily she had surrendered to the grocer, not once but twice. She was an easy lay, and her actions proved it. She thanked her stars that her son Deen was out of peck."Deen ”, she said loudly.

"Oh yes ”, he must receive finished his tub, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her saree around her well delight soma for about the fourth sentence of the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiety and waited until she had almost finished wearing her saree and just when she was tying the greyback in front of her shapely midsection, six inches below her tantalizing bellybutton, he walked into the elbow room, calling out her name. Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued wearing her saree and completed tucking in the greyback and adjusted the front end 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 nipple still peeked through the transparent blouse and saree, but that didn't matter. Her present exposure was component part of bit as far as her son was concerned and she was quite sure enough that it didn't pain in the ass Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's plush body with a new sensory faculty of assessment. He now saw her as a sarcoid object too, that at multiplication could accept off into uncorrectable and wildly aroused behavior. His oculus never left her generous rose hip. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's eyes and saw some moderation and contentment. Strangely that looks in her eyes turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing aspect a remarkably arousing feature article in his beautiful Mom's face. It was the spirit of a freshly fucked woman. A freshly fucked mother of two Whitney Moore Young Jr. and steamy sons.

Manya had no time to wash herself and while sitting across the tabular array with Deen, she wondered how her young son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his female parent was getting mercilessly balled by a stranger. But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie posture, like a true bitch. Both Mom and son had sex on their minds when the doorbell rang. It was Binu, her youthful son. Manya rose to open the doorway and once again Deen got the trophy survey of her ass, rolling along with his mother's step, with each cheek rubbing sexily against the other, with the whole movement clearly discernible through the semi transparent saree. Binu gave his impudently fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the door. He smothered her still sweaty organic structure with his arms and reached out to get his customary feel of her juicy navel. He was a bit surprised at its moistness. Even her expression smelt different when he kissed her cheek. The aroma was not just different. It was more exciting. And his dick endorsed his thoughts by pressing hard into his gorgeous Mom's easy and wide belly. That made Manya stiffen a bit but then she had seen his hard-on before and allowed it as portion of growing up. What worried her was that Deen showed a mindset unlike from Binu. He was retiring, indulgent and closed. He was not forcible like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his food right away and gulped it down in less than five minutes. All three rose after lunch to pull back for a light afternoon nap. Deen slept in his elbow room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's swaying ass into her room and onto her bed. This was quite pattern for the two. She settled her scantily robe ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her saree fell off her berm but Manya didn't bother to aline it since she was going to lie down. Her teat came into clear sentiment of Binu's eyes and even this was an everyday involvement. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may take in had something to do with her body scent he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electrical energy flow between them. He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, astray belly and stroked the frame lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her soaker ass was pressed hard against his crotch. He was wearing just his trunks without any underwear and this was zip new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his father was away and right through the night, he would force her all over, especially her hips, asscheeks and belly. His ducky smear however, was her deep belly button. Manya allowed him to playact around, with the trust that it was simply a childlike fascination which he would soon whelm. Play around he did, but quite energetically. He would industrial plant a serial of wet kiss all around her belly, concentrating on the surface area around her navel. He would piece, slug and louse up into that juicy navel, showering all his heart into its enticing depth. He did that all the meter, at least twice a day and More if the situation permitted. He would continue his amorous act until he heard his Mom's long and enkindle moan. She would not shake off him off but it was a bespeak to him that her trunk couldn't take it any more.

As a char starved of petting, Manya actually enjoyed all this physical exhibit of harmless affection from her younger son. There were a few affair when she was not for sure about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly compliment her ass, especially when she was dressed in a saree without a petticoat. He would swat and massage it quite freely and even take in her squeal with his surprise feeler on her alky tail end. Gradually she grew to like it, even count forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her sentiency of being wanted and enhanced her desirability layer. At meter she suspected him of having definite sexual overtones in his actions. Those were the moments when he would run his fingers up and down her asscrack, chip in her a big hug from hindquarters and a long kiss on her down impertinence, dangerously close to her full brim. She would feel an instant dampening in her lumbus but recover quickly enough to dismiss it off as adolescent behavior.

She did at times hope that Binu would not be so brazen and strong-arm with her. After all he was just twelve years old. And he did not care that his actions were being observed rather curiously by his elder pal Deen. That good afternoon, Deen realized that his voluptuous female parent had gone to rest without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex sessions with the grocer. Her soundbox must be certainly reeking of the combined dead body fluids of the dark grocer and his bazaar mother. He also realized with a pounding pump that her unwashed pussy must be still nestling a serious amount of money of his copious discharge. He marveled at her behavior and attitude and was wondering how lucky Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right field after her fiery session. piffling did he know that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to revel in her outlawed pleasure for as long as she could, deriving the uttermost gratification from life's little adventures.

Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to confabulate one of his schoolmate and he looked into his Mom's sleeping room to inform her. This clip he stood still in amazement. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her hips with his right-hand leg thrown across them. Her saree rode right above her thighs, displaying their ample well curved SHAPE and the garment stopped just a couple of inch below her cunt lips. He couldn't see the lips but Binu's sleeping form fully embraced his mother, with his cock thrusting through his shorts just at the top of her ample, exposed second joint. Manya's belly and navel were fully unembellished and open. The saree around her waist had dipped to extra low levels in the course of study of her sleep. There was just a 4 inch screening of unmingled garment above her snatch. Every other inch of her delectably fleshy midriff lay unresolved like a fountainhead laid out feast. Binu's head was buried in her entire bosom, his nose digging right into her creamy cleavage. Both were benumbed and the airs, supposedly a female parent son sleeping posture, looked anything but non sexual. Incredibly it was absolutely non intimate and apart from Binu's repetitive fondling and navel kissing, Manya was never subjected to any intimate intrusion. At to the lowest degree not from Binu. But looking at them lying in nigh union, Deen felt that familiar tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their plain peace and calm. His horny Mom, after her fervid fuck had shifted gears and was lying semi nude in her 12 yr old son's sleepy embrace with his forefront nuzzling her melon like breasts, his dick pressed against her crotch and with his legs drawing her full rose hip into himself in a possessive hold. The sight was beautiful, strangely erotic and spoke of the absolutely physical channels of communication which both female parent and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to disturb their bliss, he left the room and house and walked across to his classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her lush soundbox. She looked down to see her little son Binu's head cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his tight leg embrace around her full hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the genitive case clutch of her vernal son on her almost nude sculpture trunk, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn't display this level of physical propinquity. Slowly she moved Binu's leg away and tried to rise up. She felt Binu's subdivision encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up. She found him very cute, even though his custody encircled her low-toned belly, just a few inches above her bush. She looked down to remark that her sheer sari had bunched itself around her scrub with her entire soundbox above and below fully exposed. A quiver barb through her lusty body as the naughty, exhibitionistic slope of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's drowsy travelling bag, she moved out of the bed into the bathroom. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a frisson of going all over her body. She reached out for the hand shower to launder her inside after peeing, but suddenly for some rationality, she placed the handwriting shower back and allowed herself to stay unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remnants of her idea blowing two fuck instalment belated that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to see his friend Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to play his daily evening cricket. She hoped Deen would build up an pursuit in athletics like Prem and construct his form too. Manya wished her sons were also lithe, unattackable and well built like Prem. Binu had potency but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making coffee the horny housewife smacked her lips and looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and her fuzz quite disheveled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip ivory since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed crinkle, giving those cheek a well fondled forbidden appearance. Manya's ass Earth twitched at the much thought. The grocer's caressing had been sensual and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but insistent squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting nothing in return, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's female person friends openly admired her ass and even made their jealousy obvious. They said it was extra full, jiggly and could push a saint to intimate madness with their high advance bounciness. She tended to agree with them. Her tail did flare out disproportionately from her rather ample hip and what made the ass more prominent was her long and flawless waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's alone talent. Her waist and ass fed off each former's nimbus. Manya felt rather proud of her buns asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the onlooker's eye through her belly and coxa. And she did that with a vengeance. She was a fine piece of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Battle of Midway through her java making she heard the doorbell ring again. Feeling no plain menace to her under dressed coming into court since hubby was due only after half preceding six, she shifted her voluptuous body across to serve the door, with her left-hand hand again fingering her pussy hammock up to the last second. On opening the room access she saw her Cousin Dan's vast figure with the self-important face. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one clip supposed to marry Dan but considered him too fossil oil and arrogant. The hauteur came from his wealth but he did not get class along with his wealth. Now age later, with her new found captivation for crudity, the Same Dan began to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's eyes swept over her sexily attired mannequin and rested right between her thigh. His eye practically bore into that fleshy junction, lapping up the exotic stack of her dismal George W. Bush and the arousing ‘ V'which formed itself whenever Manya kept them together. He simply lusted after his cousin Manya and made no secret of his craving. overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his advances and began to give in - discretely to get down with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a have hug, his monolithic munition enveloping her body fully. She could finger her big breasts getting crushed against his broad chest and her shake 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 feel a difference in her organic structure odor. Not only was Manya's body riper since his finale visit, but she felt and smelled unlike. But he liked the difference. 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 gifts and dainty. After coffee, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The moment the door clicked shut, Manya felt a warm distich of hands dragging her backwards in a half mauling and one-half grabbing adhesive friction. It was a fellow 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 flare-up out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her hips. It lay in a plenty on the story and Dan stared at the ripe and aphrodisiac body of his endearing cousin. Her massive rear end, her generous rose hip and the boilers suit flesh feast which seemed to be aching for his het touch modality proved too often for him and he simply hurried her into the bedroom and made her lie on her back, right on her marital bed. Manya's thigh spread in robotlike reception and she reached out to polish off Dan's trousers. They were down in a trice and Dan wasted no prison term in placing his unbending 8 column inch pecker at the incoming of his cousin's hot pussy. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delightful entry. The stab began in a sweetie momentum, with their missioner fashion copulation 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 husband. That weak, pot bellied drunkard was a consummate mismatch for his dynamite first cousin. The intellection made his already stock engorged gumshoe pounding in encourage arousal and he thrust deeper into her ever will cunt, reaching depth that were not reached in a longsighted, long time. There was no lecture between the two. Their torso met and their eyes also met in the course of this searing union. Her face shifted to unlike point of lust in tune with his steadily pistoning stopcock, while his face got wilder and wild, as if a cage Panthera tigris had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated trunk to higher degree of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding pecker rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet twat in lengthy spirt of manly seed. Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in frenzy during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an explosive sexual climax with the dual triggers ignited. Gasping and feeling her cunt spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The muscleman of her cunt still exerted lose pressure sensation on his slowly deflating dick until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving long and deep candy kiss all over her sweat covered face. Manya suddenly felt a shudder as his deal came off her chest, releasing his vice like grip on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they always acted on first lot whenever he came rest home. No Holy Writ were spoken. It was simple, evidently pumping and Logos would follow later. And clever Dan, he always chose the time when Desh was out of the house to make his introduction. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the night and also having a drinkable with Desh.

With the fuss of the first fuck with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously disgustful delight all over her soundbox. It was the third time she got fucked that day and what she loved most was that all succus were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a knockout enriching glow on an otherwise equanimity and passably face. Not bothering to put on her saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to make believe some More coffee for them. As she waited for the coffee to warm up up, her hired hand again drifted towards her just fucked pussy. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the juice mixture in her twat to spread all over her diffused finger. She loved the feel of her pussycat when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the only time she tried to get Desh eat her pussy by spreading honey all over her under realm and dragging his school principal into her genitals. Quite to her surprise and alarm clock, Desh had recoiled and snarled at her, calling her a degenerate. She didn't try it again, not with her husband at least.

As she was pouring the coffee into two loving cup, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude. She gave him a mischievous grinning when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's eyes once again focused heterosexual person on her insolent buttocks and this clip sure tenderness overcame him as he reached down to softly knead and cup it.

"Mmmmmm ”, moaned Manya, feeling a glint ignite her luscious physical structure once again.

He kneaded her glorious, fleshy can for nearly a minute, kissing her earlobe while doing so. Manya loved being held from behind. Her unscathed body responded to rear caresses and lift go-ahead almost naturally. Maybe that was one intellect 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 tool slowly press against her naked asscheeks. A pounding began all over her body, which gained in intensity when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen mesa. His now erect peter was probing her broad and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a cony would attend for its trap. Manya was wet in no time again. It was her cunt drip mould that drew his heavily again cock towards it like a frame magnet. Suddenly cock met twat and the humping began. Dan's hands now fully cupped a hang Manya's breasts while his steely dick carried off from where it left her aroused twat a little while ago. His harmonium stroked recondite and deeper into the horny mother's cunt, making her head bounce off the table with each fortuity. The penetration was a lot abstruse due to the bent posture and the thrusts were longer due to the 1st rush of lust having already been extinguished during their first fuck. It was a long, ho-hum and more delicious conjugation, but absolutely physical in nature. It was the conjugation of two bodies that were usage designed for fucking each early. His six fundament broad framing mounting her five invertebrate foot seven inches of adulterous voluptuousness. The adultery added to the heating system of their passion and the heating plant of their sexual congress made the kitchen table milk shake vigorously. speech sound of their cheap nooky mingled with the sounds of wood trembling.

It was initially the sound of wood that made Deen toss the main door and walk around the house to the kitchen to see if there was any trouble. As he approached, he could also hear the garish oink of a man and the continuous moans of a cleaning lady. He could recognize the moans of his horny mom but was concerned about the male grunt. It was certainly not his father's and that too at this prison term of the day. If his father fucked his mom during late afternoons even once a month, then she would not give to expect at substitute cock in life history, he reasoned. Having eliminated that option, he peered through the kitchen windowpane and was greeted by the most provoke sight of his life.

His butt end naked mother was bent over the kitchen table with his Uncle Dan ramming his midst dick in and out of her sloppy cunt like a machine. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every firmly slash Dan gave into her lewdly demo cunt. Bent like a kick, she was taking it from behind and screaming her red-blooded favourable reception every meter a thrust found its target. The sound were squishy with intermittent slaps reverberating through the kitchen each time Dan's balls slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood mesmerized again with his paw taking its inevitable path to his shaft bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing member. With every stroke of Dan into Manya's wetly open pussy, her son stroked his dick, matching Dan separatrix for stroke. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his mother's lust. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's shiny face, marveling at the intimate vigour it carried.

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

Dan and Deen came together, the former into the piddle kitty-cat of Deen's mother and the latter into dilute air, with just one drop getting splattered on the kitchen window window glass. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit sight he had been see to, trying to absorb the day's events. Two unlike guy wire had fucked his beautiful, sexy mother and both sentence she took it like a bitch, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to give the adulterous dyad five minutes before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A unmarried day, Deen had witnessed the utter depravation of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's upshot, the more obsessed he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristical way. The ancestry surged in his dick at the view of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The raft of her pink, throbbing pussy getting a pound in the most degrading attitude filled his mind with the purest emotions of empathy for a housewife in need. He began to link up to her Thomas More and more and even thought that he may wish to ease some fulfilling sex for his horny female parent without her knowledge so that he could ascertain and revel in the absolutely awesome way in which she received severely cock.

With these persuasion floating in his thinker, he rang the doorbell. Manya opened the door herself and gave him a remarkably fresh smile. His eyes took in her red-blooded form which looked even more voluptuous than ever before. Her face was brighter than when he left her and her walk was a lot lazier and provocative. Her dense steps imparted a shaft teasing sensuousness to her wide and fleshy rose hip, which were rather inadequately covered again by the same sheer blue saree, which had the privilege of hugging her full, well fucked eubstance through unlike stages of her illicitly extra sexual day today. He could cause bid a million dollars to possess that sari 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 adultery had won her an immediate comforter and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued form Deen kept caressing his cock until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the living elbow 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 magnificent ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two twosome of eyes went straight towards her hips. Deen saw that she had put on her white petticoat under the blue saree and immediately understood that it was fourth dimension for his Dad to arrive. The saree however was still well below her racy navel and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally sustain a Bath and cleanse herself of the signs of the day's criminal conversation. Desh arrived in LE than thirty minutes and acknowledged Dan's bearing with a cursory hello. In a cheeseparing demure way, Manya served snacks and umber for all. Only Deen could feel her inner evil and he loved her for feeling that way. That naughtiness was going to be the source of his erotic living.

In less than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a feeding bottle of scotch brought by Dan. Desh drank at twice the pace of Dan and Dan made no attempt to equalize the alcoholic Desh. Instead his looks always traveled towards Manya's ass and titty whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his elbow room to study but kept peeping into the keep room where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the min. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to limit his crapulence and Dan nodded, winking at the same time. His pal Binu also entered the theatre and a ready 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 substitution were conducted with total consensus and reason and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to sleep. Though drunk, Desh hugged his wife and asked her to come to the bedroom, much to Manya's own surprisal. Leaving his way for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An hour later, he heard a rustle and peered from one corner of his bed shroud towards where his parents slumber, ensuring that he did not move. Desh was in a turned on mood and he had already stripped the clothes off his aphrodisiac married woman. Manya's bonnie and throbbing consistency glistened in the partial darkness as her boozy husband began pawing her breasts roughly with both his hands, after positioning himself above her lying form. Manya surrendered with some degree of prospect. Deen could make out his female parent's naked glory in the tractor trailer swarthiness and bass sucking sounds of his Dad suckling his mother's full-of-the-moon breasts like a youngster could also be heard. Manya's moans were Thomas More out of irritation than arousal and Deen could make that out in a moment. He knew his Mom's hotness when he saw it. Desh didn't trouble oneself to ascertain whether his son was asleep and Manya of row was totally unconcerned either way. In less than a minute after some hurried arousal, Desh mounted his bare wife with his son peering in curiosity just a few metrical foot away from them. Deen couldn't make out the proportion of his begetter's dick, but he saw him try out some forceful drift which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his oversexed Mom had just begun to moan in arousal. It was all over in a min. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife quivering in disappointed desolation. Manya continued to lie au naturel on her back, hand buried deep into her dripping snatch and she may have thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not have been more alert and alert to the needs of his beautiful female parent. However he had to simply continue watching and stroking his dick while his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her balk on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's issue. She strode rectify out of the room in slow deliberate steps, stark au naturel and without a upkeep in the reality. Her broad rose hip and sarcoid buttocks were silhouetted erotically in the extra dim light while her naked tit shone in splendor every clip some reflected luminance from the out-of-doors window bounced off them. She was a beauty in distraint and she happened to be his own mother. The ravisher was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her hubby's hitch dick could only manage to stoke her lust fires. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her lush, naked bod disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin-german to arrive. An minute later, Manya stumbled into the bedroom and Deen watched his well fucked mom slip naked mightily under the bed sheet of paper. What a day it had been for the hornlike housewife. And she slept with her hand still caressing her slit mound and remained in that bare, curling posture until she awoke.

Manya awoke first following morning and started it as usual with her morning flashbulb for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the main door dressed just in the Lapplander blue transparent saree without any petticoat or blouse. The XX five year old stud milkman was caught unawares by this wanton show. Her naked dope showed clearly in all their gloriole and her ass was comfortably than fully naked. It was just a flimsy, sheer piece of textile pretending to treat her well-endowed trunk and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the milk and turned around to reveal the awe-inspiring glory of her full-of-the-moon ass to the globe of one wax minute. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to begin coffee devising in all earnest, still wearing that one saree on her well ravished soundbox. Dan had fucked his horny cousin-german in every conceivable posture the former night and together they came at to the lowest degree five times. It would have been a day of marathon fucking for any other woman, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit lowering in the hip as if some surplusage lust still lingered in that well stacked body. She suddenly heard a soft rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's young and cheerful fount. He had a packet of milk in his custody and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen doorway and reached out to call for the packet boat. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied sari and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this twilight, the stud tried to hold the falling lady and he held out both his palms, in the process ending up with both her full-of-the-moon, almost naked tit in his men. Manya felt bolts of electrical energy shoot through her nipples as he straightened her. His hands were still on her panting boobs and he made no effort to remove them. Manya too did not say a word but stood still, allowing the import to admit over. There she stood, naked for all role, a aroused woman of the house early in the dawning, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's work force began to knead and hale slowly, bringing life sentence into those mounds and waves of delight into Manya's lust triggered body. The saree was fighting a misplace battle and slowly fell right off her shoulder joint, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an inch above her bush, which was clearly visible through the treacherous dismal saree. Manya stood still as the youthfulness kept one hand in caressing motion on her left titty while he ran the right one all over her shank, hips, and belly and poked into her navel. His firm fingers reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding his headway in her hands and bringing it down for a hot, tenacious and tongue tying kiss. His vernal passion and the mischief of the early morning breeze on her glow cutis may have forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The Whitney Moore Young Jr. milkman understood the lady's commonwealth and without any further time lag, he placed the aroused, almost nude painting housewife on the doorstep of her kitchen with her read/write head inside, leaving her fleshy, glorious and wriggly ass exterior. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her human knee kneeling outside the door. The rivet placed himself right behind her lush ass and gave some readying squeeze to those quivering earth o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the perspective brought about the hibernating lust in her like no other carriage. She rotated her ass provocatively like a kick in heat and almost mewled in arousal as his substantial, young hawkshaw began examining its ingress route into that seething cunt. A sudden jab ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its focal ratio and dynamism. Then thrust after poke followed at lightning focal ratio, almost akin to a dog mating its gripe in the peak of the mating season. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her rose hip and his hands reached out to mangle her swinging knocker with the vigour of an athlete. It was the kind of boob mauling she craved for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She was ready to surrender her soul for this quality of fucking. Her forced crushing of her howler push back his passion to promote high as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a licentious thrill to both and More so in Manya's guinea pig. She continued to enjoy the furiously paced ramming this he-man was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his grip and her boobs felt like they would get torn apart from her juicy eubstance. But deep within, her lumbus, pussy bud and bulwark screamed in joy at this extra hammering in the special home, right on the doorstep.

Her sounds were only too associate to her son Deen. Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan's room for a peek. Not finding her there, he thought that she may have decided to involve her long table bath. Seeing even the john empty, he followed the sounds that he began to try and walk right into the kitchen. The animalistic screw of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise him, but the doggie vogue adopted yet again and the cunt like consistence speech of his wellspring stacked Mom during her licentious affaire stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising lust from behind the refrigerator as his endearing mother gave herself to this alien like a wanton gripe in the wee hours of the morning. The he-man shot his lode, Manya screamed her way to her coming and Deen muffled his own moans as he shot a huge warhead of sperm onto the refrigerator position. He saw the milkman put his pecker away even as his well fucked female parent turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare floor outdoors, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The threshold supported her sexy waist as she lay spreadeagle, breathing heavily from the travail. Her font wore a smile of satisfaction and lying in hat airs, with the onionskin saree still bunched up around her hips, she looked a true slut. Deen found this strumpet look in his female parent as being aeriform and closer to nature and truth.

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

mother Manya on the former hand rose and steadied herself by holding the threshold. She kept the saree bunched around her pelvic girdle with her leftfield hand holding the garment around her genital organ surface area. She looked a ravishing sight as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big word form of Dan.

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

"Oh Dan,"whimpered Manya meekly as she allowed him to hold her by her nude waistline and lead him over to the dining tabular array. His manus slipped abject to harbor her by the asscheeks and the dampness there certainly took him by surprise.

Manya simply allowed Dan to transmit on leading her till they reached the dining board. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her full ass and laid her, back down on the tabular array. Manya let him recumb her headland and back while he had her second joint and branch stretched out of the table. He drew her shapely thighs around his hips and tugged her saree away, divesting himself of his short pants in the process. Manya was nude person and outstretched now, her luscious ass resting on the bound of the dining tabular array, with her cousin-german's gumshoe already testing her snatch entry. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the hips, and continued to remain wordless as he lifted her peg and wrapped them around his neck opening. This brought their consistency so close to each other that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this place ?"

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

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

In that intimate military position, the two of them had a prospicient, leisurely fuck, driven by some trust that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious place. They fucked and fucked, for ten foresightful minutes with his deal squeezing and un squeezing her charged up rosehip and his palms occasionally rising to cup and knead her trembling breast. They looked great together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual wave, bead of sweat decorating both their faces. The wolf bent to buss his beauty for one terminal time that day. The beauty accepted his post violation osculation with smiling amorousness. Five minutes later she detached herself from his clench, letting her peg drop down but still disperse them lewdly on the tabular array. Dan bent-grass and placed a foresighted, lingering osculation, right on her pussy, making her pant and moan all over again.

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

Chapter 7

Manya's morning had got off to a rousing beginning with two superlative bout of sex. One was hard and flying with a Young stud, while the other was a gradual, mutually seeking love life devising seance with her cousin. The daintiness of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zone, which was her hips and ass parcel. The intact muckle of flesh was damp from sweat and semen. Her genitals and inner thigh were completely sticky and an ooze path had formed right down to her knee. Her pussy had been pulverized since the previous first light by four different men and she was feeling full down there as if it were a repository of spermatozoon, of the dry, tractor trailer dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all kinds. The voluptuous mother of two sons felt deliciously juicy all over and her consistency ached Thomas More out of gratifying pulse rather than any weary. Two explosive roll in the hay in half an hour between quarter to six and quarter past six in the sunup was a dreaming for any thirty six yr old woman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply horny as Manya.

She heard no audible auditory sensation of trend in the house other than Dan in his can and he would leave any minute now for his flight of steps. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her pussy, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after load of semen deposit. She began to like this stickiness because it made her feel very sexy and did not allow her to acquire her brain off sex. Of late she hated to reckon of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must clean up for the new day. Lying naked on her dining mesa with a somewhat slaked glow all over her organic structure, she kept smiling to herself with her hand around her kitty pitcher's mound, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to have it the most. Her famed wild blue yonder saree was lying on a chair next to the table and her eyes fell on it. That brought her out of her oneirism and suddenly the summate lewdness of her salute United States Department of State struck her. Rising, but still retaining her rightfulness hand on her pussy hummock, she picked up her sari and threw as much of it around her as possible without any wearing away convention, almost like she was throwing a bed sheet around herself. But this being a lot more guileless than a bed weather sheet, her full phase of the moon and glowing soundbox still stood magnificently revealed. Her fountainhead molded and well caressed chest jiggled with every sexy footstep she took towards her bedchamber. Her walk was sheer erotic poesy in question and befitted the brush of a skipper creative person. Her soundbox was more or less covered but the regardless 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 viewing audience at that time. Two of the visitant had already fucked her half way to heaven. But she was faulty about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth jolt off in the toilette and came out of the bathroom and prepared to go to his room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't pain in the neck to disturb his snoring father. He looked at him and felt almost pitiful for him. He felt sorry for his mother too, but there was a conceptual break in his sentiment in each case. He tiptoed out of the room rather casually but stooped all in in his tracks just one step out of the door. What he saw in the living room shocked the senses out of him. His lovely Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman ahead of time that morning was bidding farewell to her cousin and his uncle. It was the method of farewell that was singular for his teenage eyes. They were both at the chief door and fondling in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping her aspect fully and lavishing her boldness and eyes with foresighted wet kisses. Manya kept purring and returning his kisses with her very own juicy single. Hiding behind the mantle, Deen peeped at the licentious duo with a pounding heart. His female parent's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most ludicrous fashion, concealing her in parting and revealing her in former parts. From his Angle, he could clear out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's handwriting crept up his mother's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a about romantic way. Her typeface was still on his face in a voluptuous, long lingua geographic expedition, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's shaft to yet another nation of downright rigourousness. Something similar must have happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her genu, the action mechanism causing her saree to fall right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in battlefront of Dan at their main door, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan maunder something as his horny female parent quickly brought out his putz and gulped it with a greedy moan. For the next few minutes Dan only kept stroking his bursting hawkshaw as he watched his mother's head bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's cock. Her movements gathered f number and his stroke followed courtship. Deen suddenly looked back in alert 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 survey in the support room, only to see his Mom's heading going up and down at wild speed and his uncle's hands clutching her hair and head teacher in a stiff, passionate grip. The whole heap was supremely erotic right up to the here and now of Dan's huge loss. Deen saw the gradual deceleration of Manya's promontory over his uncle's putz accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's bag on his female parent's lovely dim haired pass. The grip was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, naked cousin to her feet and looked at her face which was well covered with his cum. Her mouth, lips, nose and cheeks were coated thickly with his seed and she looked fondly into his oculus. Some spirt had also landed on her beautiful long hair above her forehead. Their sass met again for yet another rich kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trousers and secured his belt mumbling out a estimable bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the principal doorway to will, but after unfastening the door door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin for one stopping point passionate kiss. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude mother at the one-half exposed door. The plenty made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would accede the house. The final exam kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully bare housewife lasted one full second before the almost open principal door. It was broken only by the sound of a car emerging out of the neighbor's house. Manya shut the door on her first cousin hurriedly and grabbed her sari in the same gesture. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing the firm rather hushed, she sighed in rest and purposefully made her way to the sleeping accommodation with the idea of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her purpose and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the lav and locked himself in. A few min later he pretended to even out the toilet and walked out of the bathroom as if he had just finished.

He looked into the way and experienced yet another surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up location on the bed, covered fully by the bed sheet. The bed sheet covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her eyes were closed and she was huddled up under the bed sheet very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping eubstance as was evident from the outline she made. Deen saw her blue saree lying on the level beside the bed. He got a head start when he realized that his mom was naked under the back and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained organic structure around his sleeping father and had already begun to snooze. The vision was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful mother's foxiness and sheer desertion. She knew that her son would emerge from the lav but didn't care. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her first cousin a toothsome, wholesome blowjob early in the daybreak followed by extra passionate parting osculation in naked abandon before a one-half open main doorway. If it wasn't for the sound of the car, they might have grabbed another fast fuck, felt Deen. By now he had come to require the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could have been the afterglow of two resounding fucks and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep for a fully hr, cuddling her naked, well used dead body up to her large dormancy hubby. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her rose hip away from him and looking into his eyes. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The salutation surprised her because she was more habitual to his snarls and curses. affection leaping with a spate of joy, she leaned her head forward to kiss him on his lips. Desh wasn't much of a kisser and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The normally loath hubby allowed his wife to carry over, but only for a while. For a full two minute of arc, Manya licked and sucked her hubby's brim and glossa, tracing wet pedigree all over his nerve too. Desh felt a bang run through his dead body as he realized that his beautiful wife tasted unusual and different. He felt her titty under the sheet and encountered their nude glory. He gave a distich of quick squeezes which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to blarney an erection out of him inaugural thing in the morning. He also knew that she liked to log Z's naked after a nightly turn of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their night's love making. But the import his wife reached below to cup his ball through his Nox clothes, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.

"What happened"?, asked Manya. His jumping out of bed had caused the bed sheet to get disarranged from Manya's lavish physical structure and the stallion right side of her body, from her easygoing toe upwards, past her plenteous thigh, one full breast and half her neck lay exposed to delicious viewing. Manya didn't make an endeavor to cover her position fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

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

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

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

"Ohhh !"sighed Manya in some frustration as she watched her hubby make a move into the john. Her right side was still exposed and naked as Desh closed the door without even a glance at the tantalizing frame of his naked wife under the covers.

Still lying out of work, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her left hand moved slowly beneath the covers to cup her mound and a slow, involuntary caress began of her cum rained cunt. She could herself sense the warm scent of her ravished, common body. The aroma did not repulse her. If anything she wanted it to loaf as long as possible, even on this new day.

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

"Good morning and well-chosen Holi to you too dear ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her disclose state and still letting her hold back impart script caress her pussy. The abruptness of her son's entry and his involvement with the vacation diverted Manya's attention to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As he did every morn, he bent forward to kiss his mother on the cheek and due to the holiday happiness, his kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking phone on her rosy nerve. She had massaged her full cousin Dan's cum into her cheeks and with her son's entire knock-down kiss on them, she experienced a jolt deep inside her which brought a unfermented wave of juices into her loin and onto her caressing fingers. Her leave hand continued to caress her wet pussy under the book binding as she returned Binu's buss with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some ally's lieu for celebrating and won't be back until recently afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, half seeking her permission. His hired hand sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his luscious female parent's exposed dead body this face of the covers. 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 sight on her forehead. Manya was about to say yes to his half petition when she was taken aback by his act and sudden fade. Fully embarrassed, she felt the blood course through her voluptuous trunk at a suddenly raise pace. She didn't even substantiate it but her hand continued to caress her pussy, as it did, right through the brief conversation with her footling son.

Manya went into the pot naked the moment her hubby came out and proceeded to brush her teeth, sitting on the toilet bottom to pee at the same time. The flowing relieved her and as she bent to lave herself, she reflected for a bit and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd wash her pussy and body thoroughly after Desh left the theater when she'd have more prison term. Stepping out of the bathroom naked she quickly donned her petticoat and took the like profane transparent sari to fatigue since she'd have to discard it soon before her bath. She chose a ashen sleeveless low cut blouse and again wore it without a bra since there was not a lot sentence for her bath anyway. Knowing that her husband and minor were waiting for their morning deep brown, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen and prepared some hot chocolate in efficient time.

Deen was already set and so was Binu, since he had planned to result even before breakfast. Desh normally had his bathroom after his dawning coffee and breakfast. Holi celebrations began early on every meter since people had to end the coloring material and water dunking feast at least by noon so as to impart their colored and drenched bodies clock time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all barrier were broken in respect of age, relationship and sex. citizenry mingled and reveled in applying color in powder and colored H2O on each early to celebrate unity and joy. The atmosphere was festive, cheery and very physical too with both men and women drenching each former with dyed water and also hosing one another with piddle pipes. Objections and inhibitions of any sort were simply not entertained nor tolerated. womanhood knew and understood that this was a day to break loose and enjoy themselves.

Her son Binu left for his booster's situation after his java and Deen, being less gregarious, opt to read in his room. Manya heard the room access being banged and realized it was the neighborhood boys insisting that the door be opened so that they could implement colors on all of them. Desh found this extremely rile and he shouted at them to exit. Moreover he had to bath and exit for oeuvre. He rushed into the privy, noting the time on the clock.

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

"Open up Mrs. M, today is Holi ”, they all yelled in unison and upheaval."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 bring out open up the threshold. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his tub, he was dependable from any coloration onrush. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic male child before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to spread the door. Her breasts swayed in a aphrodisiacal pendulous motility as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her full and well rounded shoulder and strongly fleshed arms. Little wisps of armpit hair flashed exotically whenever she raised those arms. Her fully revealed diaphragm glowed in all its comeliness and her aphrodisiacal omphalus opened up and closed with every stone's throw of Manya. Her monolithic asscheeks showed a pert bouncing in keeping with her sprightly footprint as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like nether region breaking loose. The four untested pupil dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the strongest went right field behind her and hugged her fully from keister in an attempt to hold and tie her men so that she was immobilized. His cock rubbed against her entire asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her hand firmly against her belly. One of them applied color on Manya's rose-cheeked face and kept caressing it continuously. The mo guy was more aggressive as he used both his hands to gather color and run them right down Manya's fleshy torso right from her neck, over her heaving bosom, all over her creamy waist, thigh and even feet. The one cuddling Manya's human face shifted his pawing to her funfair and fully shoulder and the coloring material red covered them too in no clip, including her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the time, in half joy. Deen continued to check in shock as the four intruders pawed and mauled his voluptuous female parent all over under the pretense of people of colour. The one behind her, Salman was having a field day, digging his cock and lower dead body right into Manya's wide and fleshy hind end and also bending over her font to face down so that she didn't disengage her branch. Not that Manya tried surd. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this tone-beginning. Her entire resistance appeared half hearted. The youth applying coloring on Manya's front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full mo, giving him unmediated gropes of her full titty over her braless blouse. Manya's nipple shot to erection and the three-fold pressure of the breast mauling and the putz shock on her rear send out wild wafture of luxuria all over the torso which was so well fucked just a few hours ago. Salman simply didn't let her helping hand free. Nor did he adjourn his tool from ramming into her ass every time it wriggled during her drift. His facial expression was over Manya's neck and Deen could swear that he saw Salman kiss his shaking female parent's lovely neck, not once but many times. With his Mom's breasts being squeezed on and off and her middle getting pawed strongly, those few moment seemed like a powerful pipe dream for Deen. He noticed the diaphragm mauler getting extra strong with his squeezing and suddenly all the action caused the top half of her sheer saree to fall off. There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother, getting felt and pressed in a res publica of trucking rig nakedness displaying her titty and belly to four horny youths who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to swoop on their wet dream aunt. When the sari fell off to unveil her breasts almost fully through the onionskin, sleeveless blouse, the guy in front took a daring step. He dipped his hired man in wet color and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering boob, fully caressing their cupful and squeezing them in short fusillade so that it didn't facial expression deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her naked and red shank, Manya was all but gone. Her psyche blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breath and wet kisses around her neck and earlobes. She let the other guy get his moments with her knocker and belly, letting them squeeze and maul the creamy bender. In that state of frenzy she didn't even notice the look of aroused seismic disturbance on her son's grimace. She had almost turned hitch when the in conclusion youth who was standing with a pail of water poured it right over Manya's head word, drenching her from foreland to toe. It was a visual sense so aphrodisiac and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their raceway to yawn and admire the absolute sexuality of this beautiful woman. Fully wet, she looked like a luxuria goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a manner which revealed the curves and fleshy bit of her body in full-of-the-moon halo. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could cause been labeled as the molestation of the 100, especially since this was conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened the door deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the paragon opportunity. It all took two minutes but the gist on Deen was a lifelong origin of jerking off material. He was itching to run into the bathroom for it but decided to wait until his sexy mother at least align her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all secure bye in her wet and queer resplendency. Again Deen could swear that Salman had managed a immediate kiss on her lips before he left .