The shrill good morning alarm sent unruly bolts and waves into Manya's eubstance as she stirred, opened her deep heart and cast a sleepy glimpse towards the post next to her. Her eyes met with the not so breathe in sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure shaver, his breathing space carrying the odor of liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a melt off white blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inches below her deeply belly button, she dragged her sybaritic soundbox out of bed towards the can, pausing for a instant to look at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked tangle and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brownish black halo stared veracious out of her slim down blouse and this morning the ends were acuate and pointed, indicative of her bodily need for a full blooded screwing. Almost involuntarily her hands went to the overweight neighborhood between her thigh and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to gain in estrus, the moment her fingers sought the warm sheepcote. With an inaudible groan, she gave one loving squeeze between her inner second joint and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a shudder of relief as some of the accumulated horniness found alternate waiver. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the Lapplander scant attire she moved to the independent door to collect the daybreak milk. Opening the door, she bent to pluck up the Milk River and in the process her full boob spilled out to form a delectable cleavage. From the corner of her eye she saw the milkman's wheel parked in the compound and realized that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her day by day appearance. A fully minute was spent in gathering the milk during which her creamy breasts spilled nearly 80 percent out of her slight, low cut blouse. Giving this morning appearance was now a substance abuse, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting rush from this twinkling and even when someone early than the usual milkman delivered the milk, they learnt to stay until Manya gathered her milk.

turn her back to the milkman, she started closing the room access, giving him a lingering sight of her ample, meaty ass and a rousing rear scene of her bole, especially since the underskirt came down to well below her pelvic girdle and settled almost at the beginning of her ass crack. Just before finally losing the room access, she turned again towards the outside and offered another flash of her immense diaphragm, with its flaring curvature at the waist and the juicy, deep, inviting umbilicus. This exercise was her aurora tonic and a day was insipid without it.

The entire five understructure seven column inch of her wide bodied, well stacked, lush form swayed with a reckless grace as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a moment 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 thighs and lost in a dreamy world, while Binu was sleeping on his dorsum, his right hand placed idly around his genitals. What caught her eye was, however the camping in his shorts, sticking imposingly out at the ceiling. She smiled indulgently like a mother would, but a mysterious dampening crept up her puss, which was already aroused by the morning show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to prepare the morning chocolate and breakfast. Within an hour all underworld would break loose as three males would cannonball along through their daybreak routine, gulp their intellectual nourishment and flee the house, leaving her all alone. The thought made her feel a bit empty but also filled her with an endeavour and defection that came from the knowledge that she would be all by herself with her voluptuous, sensuous body.

Deen was always the first one to wake up. Nearly six feet tall, he was a gentle giant star, loose limbed and with the body language of a beneficial and lovable kid. Manya continued to remain in her attire even before her kids and it had become convention for them to observe their skimpily clad Mom go about her chores every break of the day in that state of undress. She had been doing it now for the past 4 years out of sheer convenience and it never struck her that their bursting internal secretion would one day consume consciousness of her ample charm, especially her well rounded buttocks, 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 puppy like optic. Deen could see right down her partly unfastened blouse and trace the full bender of both her melon like tit with the entire resplendence of their semi pointed nipples.

His dick jerked to attention.

"Get ready dear. Today's your especial breakfast point. Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her full hips against his. Deen could feel the heat, blurriness and meat of his Mom's hips as she went past him. He stifled a pant as her kickshaw fingers inadvertently grazed his crotch. He wore no underwear beneath his short and he was startled by the near grasp of his throbbing young manhood by his very own biological mother. It stunned him and also confused him, like it did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally, adding to his dilemma. His first stirrings of manhood had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His number one dick caressing had taken place while he had seen her changing. His kickoff major jerk off had been over her photograph of her carrying him as a three class old. He loved concentrating on his three yr old mitt clutching at Manya's bosom in the photograph. And when he came, he made sure that some drop-off always landed on the photograph, if potential on Manya's beautiful face.

But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his foreplay obvious and strove to camouflage it. Manya, on her part, noticed her elderberry bush son's upset but did aught in terms of either her dressing or organic structure spoken language to deviate him. If she was built aphrodisiac and left with an eternally horny body due to her husband's slack in bed, then she couldn't supporter it. No force-out on dry land can hide a woman in warmth, especially a woman blessed with the deep form and heavy warmth of Manya. She had a body that craved loving. She had luscious bosom that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's warm touch. She had a massive, protruding, more than proportionate ass that could well be her best asset. It was high, firm, wide and with a curvature that sent viewer'cacoethes soaring. There was not one of her hubby's supporter that didn't want to spank her voluptuous ass or plunge into her juicy pussy. She didn't care about their advances and over time she learnt to go with them. Even those long alcoholic party where men would indulge in insidious gropes and almost leer commentary while her hubby would be sizzled left her quite in control. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a wide variety of men of all age groups lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and kiss on the face. Binu was always the more demonstrative and strong-arm of the two kids. His hug lingered a little farseeing than necessary but Manya made no relocation to free herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his mother's impudence, this clock time rather close to the corner of her mouth. Manya felt his youth, 12 year old erection thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her pussy moisten again. Binu's Acts awakened her dormant lust. Though twelve long time old, his activity were obviously sex driven. He used every chance to seize her, rub his shaft against her huge rump and let his hands roam all over his juicy female parent's expansive waist. His manus groped the bottom of her braless blouse and made enough contact with her mounds to piddle her squeal. It was easy for Manya to dissolve her little son's turn as childlike. Only a constituent of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to continue so that she was spared of any dialogue with her conscience. Unlike his elderberry bush brother, Binu knew his needs and made his moves very obvious, with no reach for any communicating gap. Manya loved it. It made her sense very cherished and desirable. Binu on the early hand was sure that he was only expressing his extreme love for his mother.

After packing Binu into the tub, Manya decided to wake up up her husband. For a everyday incomprehensible grounds, she draped a saree over her scantily covered soundbox and went into the sleeping room. She liked to be close to fully dressed whenever her husband was around.

Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her quiescency hubby and studied his form as she neared him. He was an inch curt than her five foot seven inches, slender in arm and dresser but with a pot belly that grew out of endless hours of imbibition, both at home and outside. He snored the moment his head hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their early Clarence Day of marriage when she used to come alive him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his auricle lightly while her digit danced around his flaccid manhood. He would invoke in those days and wait until she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly, without warning he would take hold of her by the waist and work her around to make her lie belly up on the bed. Using his impart bridge player to drop behind her saree above her liquid, hot thighs, he would lead his half ready dick into her already steaming slit. A few gallant strokes would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his prick into her eager sexual love nest whenever it slipped out. About 60 minute of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out a measly amount of spermatozoan into her womb, which would just about suffice to moisten her just watering pussy. With an annoy grunt he would simply turn over off her and rush into the john without even looking back. If he did, then he would hold seen the writhing, frustrated body of his endearing wife, legs spread, breathing heavily and thighs twitch in rising intensity.

The sight of a writhing tractor trailer naked Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm would induce been the ultimate erotic tidy sum for any peeping tom but for the sexy wife herself it was a daily torturing. And she was forced to go through this anguish on a daily basis, at times with frenetic regularity and with the corking ever regularity in the end few months.

In the last few days here had been hardly any inspired bouts of lovemaking making, which for her concupiscent body was a deprivation surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever choose between her daily bread and a daily fuck, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in surrender, she shook her married man Desh awake. With the usual dayspring oink and without the slightest hint of a promising early erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even like his beautiful wife.

The here and now her hubby closed the bath door, she heard Deen yell out,"Mom, I need help to wash my hair ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her sari, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bath. She didn't want to wet the sari in the path of Deen's bathroom. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a stool when Manya moved across to him, her braless chest swaying gently and her belly human body rippling with each stride. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's deep and big navel. As Manya bent grass and washed his hair with shampoo her omphalus and lower abdomen stared right into his aspect. It was a double feast for the budding youth as his eyes absorbed he juicy profundity of her belly clitoris and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her Dubyuh, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three irregular his dick shot up in his undies, a sight which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting response of her married man and son to the very Lapp body. But being the female parent, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her strokes. The copious lather forced Deen to shut down his center. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into cracking arousal. Her big dumbbell would dip every now and then to press into his head warmly while her crotch would pass on tantalizingly close to his font, with the smell almost sending him into a lustful stupefaction. The he felt the water raining down from the shower onto his cheek and nous. On opening his oculus he got a shock. He was not the but one wet. His female parent's sexy consistence was drenched all over the top half, her teat poking right out of her wet blouse. The deal was astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jiggling right in front of his face. Deen thought he would tear out his spunk without even a touch. At the same metre he was transfixed and puzzled by the add up nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son's aroused body. She seemed to be completely perfunctory in her near totality exposure to Deen, her very own son. With her full rose hip barely a few inches from his head, she turned around to turn off the exhibitor, in the operation presenting him with a mind boggling show of her vast ass, covered only by a wet half-slip. The garment made a huge inroad into her rear crevice and the whole show was straight out of one of those soft porn flicks which he enjoyed now and then with his pals. But he was better blessed than his friends because he had day-to-day real life soft porn scenes to live out in his own firm and with his very own loving mother. A raging mentation germinated in his promontory which seemed to derive 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 come were sown. Manya left the bathroom to determine on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his dick the mo his mother's bodacious ass swayed out of mountain. He needed the release.

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

"It's getting clip for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her statement broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual personal manner his bridge player completely encircled her full moon waist and caressed the sheepcote at the sides with the power finger of his right hand straying into her umbilicus to thumb it in a rotating motion. The military strength lasted one moment of squealing and 60 moment of slow and steady pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this exhibit of philia 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 soundbox began to cuckold 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 English of the family. But it was still too early to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that individual found her worthy and someone wanted to feel her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. trench, heavy and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if potential right out of her brains.

Feeling fully aroused from all the amorous attention she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree around her wet underclothes and went to propagate the breakfast on the mesa. The dress felt burdensome and she found herself being slowed down by a silent monotone between her thighs. Involuntarily again, her left paw reached for her crotch. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the dress for at least 5 instant before the sound of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

"You'll take hold of a insensate Mom in those wet wearing apparel. Go change,"suggested Deen, concerned as ever.

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

proceedings after they all left, Manya rushed into the bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her clothes off her het up body on the way. She unstrung her petticoat and tore the blouse off her bursting bosom as her lustfulness aroused physical structure flopped onto the gentle bed. Both hands covered her full bosom, the ribbon kneading roughly and the fingers pulling at the now sharp tips. Her legs thrashed about as she literally crushed her full phase of the moon boobs like a devil in heat. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and she thought she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her hands dropped quickly to her pussycat mound and she worked her finger's breadth in and out of that rich people and fleshy zone, causing her thigh to unfold, close and spread in a mind boggling chronological sequence of abandonment. She gave herself in totally to the requirement of her soaker, neglected trunk. Her wasted voluptuousness surged with renewed hope every time she subjected herself to this volley of self expiation. She mewled and moaned as her digit delved and probed into her loaded pussy, striking a frenetic rhythm in air with her wildly aroused brain. The passionate first rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full rose hip up and down on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny eubstance to a new height of ecstasy. She felt the tide rise deep within her loin and it only drove her fingers deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The lunar time period reached its peak and let loose a bursting flood, washing her loins all over, making her digit reach raging hurrying until the collapse began, first in her pubic region, then in her fingers and finally in her golden, fleshy inner second joint. With receding passionateness, she slowly regained normal respiration, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the humble abdomen, feet still apart in a lascivious admonisher of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with elbow grease and wet with her succus. The whole bed sheet was drenched and she silently decided that she would change it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an hour after her marathon seance she rose for a bath. The nerveless water supply felt comforting on her still hot eubstance. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her Dubyuh and twat. She stroked, caressed and patted her mound indulgently until a flicker of arousal crept up her spinal column all over again. Sighing, she stepped out stark naked into her chamber. She used a slim bloodless towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own hands. She dabbed the tripping towel all over her gorgeous body until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her foresightful hair. She wrapped the towel around her hair after ten minute of arc of drying. Opening her wardrobe, she tried to decide on what to wear when her eye fell on a light dispirited transparent saree and a sheer lily-white blouse. She took both of them into her work force, without as often as a intellection for a bra and petticoat. She hated the weighting and pressure of undergarments. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to palpate the cloth rub against her supple and aphrodisiacal chassis, especially around her resplendent hips and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a trailer truck transparent saree gave a complete vulnerability of her downhearted treasures and fleshy thigh. But she didn't upkeep. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underwear and she had the unit day right up to her hubby's arrival to slip back into them anyway.

However it did not apply to her two sons. She was comfortable without undergarment in their presence and she guessed they were comfortable too. In any compositor's case there were no obvious signaling of embarrassment on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through sarees without a tinge of underclothes. Right through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one single garment on her souse eubstance, be it a petticoat and blouse or saree without underskirt. The full attire was for their father, a fact which they came to recognise rather too soon. The idea made them find proficient and cozy about their sexy mother. They loved her a lot more for the excess puff horizontal surface she seemed to ploughshare with them. It made them feel special - and horny too. And they kept their feeling to themselves - as yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer sari and blouse. It technically covered her all trunk but revealed its fleshy, creamy glory to awesome effect. Tied well below her deep and exotic umbilicus, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's ample hips and threatened to fall right off her juicy body if she even bent forward a little more than needed. The blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was so pixilated and low cut that half her cleavage was on show right through the flimsy saree. The bottom of the blouse was almost tucked into the base of her full bosom, giving them life and bounce as she walked. From the base of her breasts to maybe an column inch above her President Bush was a completely revealed territorial dominion of pressurise flesh. Manya's window of seduction was her fleshy yet sexy midsection and the horny housewife was fully aware of it. It was huge, wide-cut and bedecked with possibly the deepest and luscious navel on earthly concern. When she walked in this garb, her second joint and trimmed bush offered themselves to view in tantalizing peep. Taking the rear vista, the saree dipped right down to the summit of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily robe itself around Manya's meaty fanny. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front of any witness who happened to run into this turned on wife and mother of two. Putting it plainly, her unit trunk screamed for a fucking.

The beginnings of fidgetiness crept into her lush body and Manya launched into her customary mound caress. She would finger herself after bath for about a few minutes everyday before preparing luncheon. Now, while she was in that dreamy magic spell, she heard the doorbell anchor ring. She first looked out of the window and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three days to pitch vegetables and fruits. Manya rose from the couch, deal still on her crotch and moved to give the threshold. She kept her helping hand on her mound in a fond caress and retained it all the way up to the door, reluctant to pass on up the warm dampness which had begun to absorb her loins and also form a low wet dapple on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

Left to herself, Manya would take in preferred to baby in prolonged self rape in her exhibit modality. Her mind quickly accepted the intrusion but the signals to her horny dead body got delayed a bit, causing a certain inner discordance, especially between her second joint, where a tiny ooze had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the door and peered out to ask if there was any fresh stuff and nonsense. She kept just her promontory out of the door, her hand still playing with her pussy through the sheer folds of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her common option of vegetables were unused and she may like to take a spirit and decide. Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, fingers still playing with her pussy behind the doorway. With one terminal thrust, she withdrew her hand from where she loved to keep on it the most and threw the door blanket undetermined. The grocer, a stocky man in his late thirties gaped in astonishment at her clothes, or the want of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to take out his aid. The grocer's psyche worked at the amphetamine of light source, unable to bottom the pleasant-tasting deal in front of him. He knew from his frequent visits that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a ruttish housewife in all his house cut-rate sale over the geezerhood. He could spot a hungry pussy when he saw one. Over the last one yr he had seen Manya in assorted careless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in ascendancy of thing. It was more like she was teasing multitude rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a prick tease indefinitely and his prick was bound to birth 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 sari was fully transparent, showing him all of her. The fertile bush, those glorious thigh and the intact midriff, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly button calling attention to his gaze. While she was fingering herself the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her rich and deep navel fully exposed to his view. With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the navel resembled a cunt in need, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to examine some of the leafy veg and this made the top half of her sari drop, revealing her generous segmentation with a vindicated vision of her perked up pap. She didn't realize that her saree had dropped and continued with her genuine task of grocery picking from his basket. The grocer's eye popped right out their sockets and his peter threatened to bust out of the cloth it was stretching around his privates. His potent hands felt a rush of blood as did every nervure in his soundbox. Manya was decidedly the hottest of his customer and he looked forward to visiting her sign more to experience the surprisal she held for him in the physique of her wearing apparel code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. Breasts, nipple, bellybutton, midriff, thigh, and bush - every ounce of her juiciest parts was starkly visible through her dreaming like garments. The Arabian terpsichorean did wear transparent hindquarters but at to the lowest degree they wore panties. Here a middle aged housewife was treating him to fleshy joy of the sort multitude only dreamt of.

The apparent involvement of Manya with the grocery basket and her ignorance of the state of her boob suited the grocer and he let his hungry eye travel all over her voluptuous soma, taking in the sexuality oozing out of every column inch. His eyes rested for farsighted moment on her hips, the exhibit portion of which was like a heap of charged up bod, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only flesh in penury is left for this variety of wanton video display and his brute instinct gradually took over. He shifted closer to her, as if to help Manya load her bag with his stuff. He held the bag up for her while Manya filled it with a cluster of vegetables. She had to lift her coat of arms up to do so and in the process, her upper saree dropped right off her articulatio humeri, pectus and waist to rest tantalizingly at her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how debunk she was all along to his gaze. Her side acquired a sudden blush but there was no way she could continue herself up since both her hands were occupied. She looked into the grocer's eyes and observed the burning love. His aspect sent shivers up her spine and a warm flood of juices gushed forth from her loins to further wash her already wet vulva.

This time the gush of juices was different. They flowed and flowed without a break. The control mechanisms which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his inviolable regard. The grocer extended his strong arms towards her exposed hip joint and dragged her closer. His manly touch sensation did the joke. It was the touch of a man, strong and reassuring. It was also the grip of a testosterone full-bodied male which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his early paw gripped her right hip to complete the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The manly grocer jerked the beautiful wife towards himself and marvelled at the way her brilliant breasts jiggled at his action. His hands on her meaty hips encountered raw heat and he realized that this juicy body was being wasted. He could hear a one-half sob as he strengthened his keep on her lower hips and turned her around. Her high rise buttocks came into hot contact with his pecker and even through the sheer garment, their oestrus took him by surprise. If ever there was a hornlike woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he care to know.

With one single tug, the sari came right off her hot coxa and fell in a heap at her feet. Manya was still in a lusty daze as she allowed him to anything he pleased. She moaned as he felt his handwriting caress her plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her behind and kneaded it. The kneading continued and Manya got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of restraining him. Her tingling twat was now dripping at the ministrations 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-cat. That set off her gather crave trigger and she cried out in helpless craving and fell right down onto her knees.

In that strength she presented an awe-inspiring sight on all fours. Her expression was glazed with lust and her ass quivered in wanton lust. She wriggled her hips and pressed backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his pant and brought out his blade hard shaft, which was now throbbing with as much anticipation as the horny homemaker's pussy. He cast one glance at the crawling form of the beautiful woman before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a bitch in heating plant. She needed a screw and like hell, he was going to give her one.

In one ace plunge he entered right into her snuggle, her wet pussy walls giving an over lubricated welcome. Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in lust. He began stroking into her schmalzy pussy with gradual motility. The lust crazed housewife screamed for harder cam stroke and driven by her wanton behavior, he thrust harder and faster. His huge dick, which she hadn't even seen, made enraged inroads into her tender but hot puss, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new zones of passionateness. The pumping lasted five scalding minutes and the sheer novelty and passion of the situation overcame both of them. He reached his climax with a roar and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like gripe. On all fours, she was letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over arouse cunt. But he was doing it well and she knew of zip but cock till he spurted his semen in several long spurts recondite inside her uterus and all over her back and ass. He came so a great deal that his virility surprised the under utilized wife.

Like a rightful superpatriotic male he just released her rosehip with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trouser before she could move around around. Her still convulsing body was recovering from the delicious onslaught and she looked up gradually towards his body. Her low glance went towards his fork but was disappointed to see that he had already put his woman pleaser away. There she was, lying well fucked by a dick she didn't even see.

"Ok Mrs. M. See you later ”, said the grocer as he walked away with a whistle. Manya lay on the storey, still in a half creep posture. She was still in high temperature and she still looked a bitch. Her ass felt well gripped and handled. Her twat felt well pumped. Her judgment was well relaxed. Her chest however still ached for a caress and that ache got transferred again to her pussy. A mild warming began within her loins and this surprised Manya. What was the extent of her appetency, she wondered.

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the low gear two buttons undone as always. Her saree was in her hands and she tried to adjudicate whether to put it on or go for a wash. Her thighs were mucilaginous and some cum still settled wetly over her intumescent slit lips. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her fingers over her cunt lips and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her fingers and brought them to her nose."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the fragrance. Then suddenly the door Alexander Bell rang. surprised and alarmed at the ill-timed anchor ring, she hastily began to assemble the saree over her pillaged pelvis. It was a relatively slower unconscious process since she did not cause 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 ne plus ultra in garb since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to be intimate her just s a little while ago coupled with the freshly fucked tactual sensation still coating her green goddess made the housewife a wee bit guilty. She managed to wear the sari quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her crotch to once again shape a gluey patch out in front. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his afternoon classes were cancelled and he had no climate to go to the library.

walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked unlike. Her hair was disheveled and her sari looked rumpled in a peculiar manner. Her scanty blouse was wet with sweat. If it wasn't for the glow on her face, he would have presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen work. As she walked towards the sofa in the keep room, he noticed the languid crusade of her pelvic girdle and the slowly curlicue of her hips. The sway was slower but sexier. It was an indescribable sight but she looked dissimilar. Suddenly he noticed the break eyepatch around her crotch on the transparent saree. It looked so provocative, just below her rich bush. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too late to better affair. In a bid to make the air more everyday, she spread her thighs out and tried to unlax on the couch. Her posture became rather lewd for her teenaged son and he began to live the familiar stirring in his loins which looking at his sexy mother for more than a arcminute always produced. At this stage Manya asked her son to assume a bath so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the toilet, gladiola that he could hide his arousal.

Manya was still lying in that obscene perplex on the couch when she heard the main room access 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 bathroom where her son was bathing. But he had not come to leave. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the aurora's astounding exploitation, especially the rest with which he could figure Manya's hot slit. Soon his opinion led to a bursting hard on and he felt the time was still convenient enough for another go at the gorgeous while of ass, which would be doing nothing else but masturbating away anyway, according to him. So off he rushed to get his pussy.

When he neared her, Manya whispered frantically to him that her son was around. Not giving a shit, he motioned for her to plough over, unzipping his trousers in the like apparent motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the bathroom door where Deen was. With secure and silent efficiency, he once again gripped her voluptuous rosehip and shook her like a skirt. Manya's trunk throbbed with renewed lecherousness and her pussy started dripping in criminal record prison term. The risk in the situation was obscured by the heat of his humanity pressing against her already defenseless ass. He had merely hiked her saree up and hurtle his dick right into her leave and wet snatch. The pumping began instantaneously and her cunt brawn started clasping his dick in greed, milking it to new superlative of passion. She could still hear the exhibitor and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the same kick military posture. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lust and raptus. Her eubstance responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a rich loony toons of seed recondite inside her loins. She absorbed every drop of his loveable cum and reveled in the sudden and explosive climax which the illicit showdown produced. In record book speeding, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a quick dear bye. By the fourth dimension, she moved from gripe posture to formula posture, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in pleasure and inviolable wonder that she had been fucked twice in no clip. Again she didn't even see the dick that gave her so much joy. But More exciting was the idea that her son was right in the succeeding room, but didn't know about it. How wrong she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to emerge from the lav. After all 2 jerking offs in ten minute of arc need some time for recovery.

The four youthful marauders left her doorway and Manya shut it with a commingle feeling. She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the bath. Yet she felt a tingling in her loins and an ache in her tit from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her replete consent. The coincidental pressure of four pairs of hands and one cock on her excess wholesome body under the guise of celebration did its own things to her bodily responses and right now she had lost all the traces of satiation which the two mind blowing sexual climax with the milkman and her cousin had given her. Instead her crotch and pussycat experienced a rejuvenated itch from all the youthful caressing she received. The itching was now spreading all over her inner thigh - such was the impact of raw free energy on her mature voluptuous torso. After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto the floor, her saree still off her shoulder joint, her soundbox still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighbourhood cougar and photographer. Sam was a sore and easy spoken kid adjacent door who always had that adulatory look in his eyes but not that raw passion. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his linear perspective was also a bit distant and appreciative rather than physical, which was what most people who came into contact lens with Manya became.

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

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

"Let's go to the bedroom Mom ”, he said as he tried to assist her to her feet. Manya allowed him to help her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her wide-cut cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his face. Deen was still on his knee as he helped his female parent to suffer up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the midpoint of a fully open, huge midriff stared right into his face, barely a couple of column inch from his olfactory organ. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his olfactory organ poke her navel, making Manya shudder again for a endorsement. Deen rose and placed his arms right around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the bedchamber. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her on the story and Deen found it quite inconvenient to release her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly exposed torso. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist flesh and its amazing elasticity and with a set cock, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's look for a second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the lavatory door opening and rushed out of the room, clutching his erection, leaving his father to face up his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed, with her sari top thrown aside, her expansive diaphragm and belly spread out to any consistency's gaze.

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

Manya, whose handwriting were almost about to actuate towards her puss, got back to her senses on hearing her husband's screams."It's all right. They are just boys and it's Holi. We have to be a region of the neighbourhood at least on festive social occasion. exit it ”, she reasoned.

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

The main door clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's hired hand went slowly to her crotch. It was self-generated, built on old age of experiences. A decelerate caress began and she glowingly recollected the morning time's escapade, dwelling a few import longer on Salman's vigorous thrusting on her saree covered ass. Her digit probed deeper into her snatch through her lean saree and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting kisses on her neck, impertinence, earlobe and finally her lip. The diplomacy with which her sexy torso was manhandled by four studhorse, without the slender room for complaint left her astonished and deep within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their enterprise and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the cleaning woman in the area.

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

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

The pussy cuddling mother slowly opened her middle and told her son that it may be amend to wait until noon till the entire locality is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not accept retell baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her paw from the mound she was caressing with much care. Deen left her on the bed and noted the time. It was just half past tense nine and the fete was still Edward 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 minutes. She realized that there was some washables of clothes to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulders. It remained off her berm when Manya picked up all the wearing apparel from the john and shoved them into the washing car. It remained off her shoulders when Manya threw her white blouse of yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained off her shoulder joint when Manya contemplated whether the saree she was wearing needed to go into the auto. Since there were a few hours still left for her bath, she decided not to absent her sari and clicked the washing machine on. The sudden activating of the automobile when her handwriting were still on it, sent a pounding right through her concupiscent trunk. She sat down next to the machine, her left handwriting on the motorcar and the in good order script inside her pussy, probing through her sari. For a full ten transactions she caressed herself to the electric rhythm, thrusting her fingers right through the garment into her pixilated pussy and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill groan and ran into the room, wondering what happened. His entry was soundless and therefore he was witness to his female parent's half naked form next to the machine, heaving and panting with the terminal bursts of orgasm shuddering through her replete body."What a horny woman ”, thought the vex son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to slack up from the surrogate sack she had just experienced. She heard another hoop of the door bell. Deen answered the door and came to secernate Manya that all the con of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbor construction. A total of fifty invitees were expected, from the families of all friends. A few games were also planned to make the appearance lively. Manya agreed to occur along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to transfer out of her demonstrate dress or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of advance soaking, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a second in the mirror and saw that her apparel stuck to her body, wetly caressing her sexy curved shape and made her face rather provocative. She quickly shook the thought from her mind abstract thought that just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering. Finally putting the sari back onto her sleeveless shoulders, she left the household alongwith her elder son towards the next room access terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the terrace were two early families and then there was Salman. Manya met his middle and blushed softly. He met Manya's gaze too with a scintillation in his eyes. On the bench, everyone's eyes were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since near of them had come prepared for a morning of fun and games. About twenty women and xxx five men of all historic period graced the juncture. Manya was the prize pickax amongst the womanhood and the fact that she came without her husband did not help matters. Every dick on the terrace was raise within bit 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 forget me drug and one somebody would run around with a handkerchief in hand. He would drop the hanky behind any person's back and that one had to strike it, pick it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind someone else's behind. Sam ran around maiden and after three rounds dropped it behind Manya's aphrodisiac back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a traffic circle. As she ran, her big tit under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with exaggerated free energy. Her wet saree hugged her huge tail end and they jiggled sexily with every step she took. If viewed in tedious move, Manya's run would own been the raunchy run of all time for the sheer sexual energy it conveyed. She took three circles and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind aphrodisiacal Manya's ass. Manya didn't placard it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to look behind her ass. She did so and rose with the handkerchief in hired hand. She ran around and dropped it this time behind Salman. Salman was almost expecting it. He took two troll and again dropped it behind Manya's lush behind. Manya rose and began her shaft stiffening run with her voluptuous body bouncing and swaying all over, bosom, ass and all. It was soon very take in that Manya was the dropping target because everyone wanted to see her sexy physical structure in motion. Manya realized it too but did not dissent. She was hoping someone would gain. Salman did and he suggested they play a unlike game called penalisation. Manya sighed and looked at him in relief and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet pubic region again.

In this plot the youngest member had to pick a gens from tidy sum drawn and that name would sustain to meet with a punishment decided by the youthful extremity again. Deen being the youngest picked up a epithet and lots to everyone'surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and study out the selected punishment."shuffling snack for all fifty people in half an hour. Select one somebody to help you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a present moment, wondering whom to nibble for help. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not quick enough to serve her in this variety of job. Noticing Salman's bright spirit in her direction, she pointed her goody finger's breadth in his centering. With a boom, everyone directed the mates to the kitchen in the basement, where the point for sandwich preparation lay. Nobody else was allowed to enter the cellar and it would think of a foul with further punishment.

Manya and Salman rushed into the elevator in a rush and Salman pressed the door shut, clicking the basement push button. Deen watched in involvement as he saw his mother's fleshy rear disappear into the lift alongwith Salman. Her creamy backrest with the saree right down to her ass was the last he saw of his juicy mom for the next one-half an 60 minutes. He also saw Salman stead his hand on his mother's ass just before closing the elevator threshold, as if ushering her in.

The moment the lift threshold shut, Manya felt Salman's hired man grab her breast through the braless blouse. Without a bit's warning he proceeded to maul them, much in the Same way she experienced in the morning. Her saree was half off and he dipped his head down to snog her roughly on her wet lips.

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

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

"We don't have meter 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 mill in her lumbus. A brace drip began and her dissent thereafter were merely symbolical. Even before the elevator reached the basement, he had her saree right off her soaker consistency and he ushered her out of the lift, saree in hand towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a soul there as per the game. On his cell headphone, he rang up the local restaurant owned by his own family and ordered them to deliver fifty dollar bill packet boat of sandwiches within XX hour at the basement. Putting the telephone away, he looked at her replete body, clad only in petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny homemaker by the shoulders and threw her on the basement flooring in one quick motion, raising her petticoat over her second joint. One hand mauled her breast while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond reference in double quickly time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and flipped herself around, presenting her round of drinks, wax ass to the offspring scantling who had pawed her so strongly this first light. He had also agreed to help her in the biz and that made her more grateful. She bent on all fours and didder her ass at him as if to express her gratitude.Things happened in seconds as Salman, who already had his dick out, positioned himself behind the beautiful woman of the house's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite right given the situation. Manya took his thrusting with gasp and yelps initially. As the powerful pistoning into her pussycat assumed a new stage, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful woman who was the wet dreaming of the neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to lay to rest their peter into this lusty fair sex's pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His deal reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon like boob. He had missed out on her boob to Sam in the morning but here, he was making up with a vengeance. titty and slit got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten instant busrt of passion which made Manya's headland twisting and cunt go furious with secretion. Her fleshy hips and full tit got the ‘ very man treatment'from the stud and Manya screamed in lecherousness at every poke of his humanness. The alarm in his cell rang to signal the elapsing of ten arcminute and Salman rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly aroused wife's lewdly presented pussy."Bitch, pick out it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding lode all over her ass and inside her heated love nest.

Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her underskirt in the heat of his lust. When their combined passions receded, they heard the basement Vanessa Bell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up his pant and went to pick up the snack which would take arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the articulation of Salman's Padre, who ran the restaurant. She heard some decisiveness being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a blowjob if there's metre"… and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his pants. speech sound of something being take out came from the former face of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said"We have fifteen more second and my Dad is finishing the snack arrangements. We'll not be late."

He entered her spreadeagled pussycat again missionary fashion, forcing her legs up in the air. Manya was like a rag doll in this stud's hands but she loved his ass. 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 fuck you. I told him there was no time. But maybe you can recall 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 delight the bit nookie Salman was throwing into her thirsty, aroused bitch. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her body all over and sending her into a supercharged DoS of lust. Manya gave herself up to his virile assault and continued to milk his peter with her cunt until they both came together in a smashing orgasm. Her second climax in less than XXX second with a maiden metre lover seemed so familiar, pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a alien. Getting fucked was no foresighted strange to the adulterous womanhood and mother.

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

The old man could take it no more. Less than two minutes were left for the couple to reappear on the bench. He grabbed Manya's nerve and gave one long, wet kiss right on her oral fissure. Manya whimpered and went limp, her hand continuously caressing his pipe organ through the bloomers. It was Salman's vociferation that forced the new twain apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and smutty. The elevator began its upward movement with the bite cart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a minute of arc dove right into Manya's lap, lifted up her sari and dipped his mouth straight into her cum soaked purulent. Manya gasped in amazement for the next XXX indorsement as her Danton True Young stud slurped her fountainhead be intimate kitty-cat like a reliable lover. Her juices flowed in gratification and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her sari came down the mo the elevator door opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the sunniness of fifty people.

Their flushed faces told a tale but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly fucked incandescence. It was there all over her beautiful face now. It was just the number of sexual climax that he couldn't speculation from her horny face. The simpleness with which Manya carried herself throughout the bite session despite all that her consistence had been through in the past few minute left Deen wondering and he developed some awe for his beautiful mother's ability.

The snack seance had almost reached its end when one of the members cried out"unsporting foul ”. Everyone looked in his way. He was holding a restaurant tag in his hand which he discovered stuck to the foundation of his sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under instructions to remove all traces of evidence that the food for thought was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to sustain overlooked just one mail boat. The mistake security deposit was small-scale but Manya and he had been caught. The assembly decided a igniter hearted punishment for Manya, since even getting caught was part of the secret plan. Deen was asked to decide on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to make a skipping forget me drug and take out thirty skip without a break.

Protesting with a laughter, Manya took the forget me drug and began skipping. Her saree was still quite tone down and it stuck to her ass like adhesive plaster. With every skip, her full, unhampered breasts danced and jumped in bicycle-built-for-two with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lusty, beware blowingly erotic sight, watching the wet, mature cleaning woman skip in front of an audience of 50. Deen realised his betise in fixing that punishment for his luscious mother. But it was too of late. Moreover the sight excited him no end. He lost count of her skips 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 curtain silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous charms of the fully exposed womanhood in their presence. Her low worn saree was right at her hip pearl, and the to the full, Brobdingnagian diaphragm with the juicy wet bellybutton was ripplingly divulge. Her wholesome diaphragm chassis jiggled alongwith her melon like breasts with the nipple very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by her rich meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to count rule because any stopping would mean that she would have to embark on skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with rousing and he suddenly shouted"thirty ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped thirty times or not. nonentity objected and the game was over, leaving every male organ on the terrace aching and throbbing. The luxurious mother heaved a sigh of relief and readjusted her pallu and waited as people came back to normalcy from that intensely erotic great deal they had witnessed. Deen's heart was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on appearance and it was all carried on as a game. There could deliver been no better sight for a Peeping Tom and he stored these images away in his psyche for later use.

To break the ice after that lusty display by Manya, somebody suggested that they all go to the gravid water tank on the yard below for some final dunking. H2O dunking was usually the close particular in a Holi celebration. On the way down many women sympathised with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and plot. Some were awestruck too by the sheer sexuality she had projected. Salman's mother came across to her and said"Manya my dear, if I had an ass like yours, I would keep Salman's founding father at place all day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a mild sense of guilt and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a docile squeeze to Manya's tremendous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the older hoi polloi. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their brittle bones. Many of the women were also dunked, with uttermost care and somberness. A few teenage female child were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to scream, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those lady friend. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his curvy female parent's turn was almost due. It was Salman's father who took the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into the tank when nobody else was in it. L pairs of eyes took in Manya's wet, drippingly busty form as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her saree stuck to her full curve ball and the tail share dug into her ass chap giving a clear picture, removing any sense of mystery about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the puddle and her wide trunk rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of piss in her deep navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their tongues out. Pin bead secretiveness 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 succeeding to him also heard him and he added a replication,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed everyday with that objet d'art of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this vulgarity with a desegregate sense of ira and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw little wrong in the ultimate physical expression of a mental urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would take it if all the men in the neighborhood made a beeline for her when her husband was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The moment she rose from the tank, Salman himself carried her by her full shank and dunked her all over again. She squealed this time, liking the liberty of his unattackable hands and even managed to drag him too into the tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the puddle, staggering to recover ground. In the summons their bodies met, his crotch against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few seconds, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the total fondness the couple in the tank were displaying. The woman being his female parent added a fiery spark to his thinking. For the adjacent five hour he watched and heard his squealing mother as man after man carried her and dunked her with regularity, some of them doing it more than once. He saw Salman's father discretely pawing his Mom's wet assglobes even as he was throing her lusciously wet consistence into the cooler. When the men started taking a few duplicate liberties on her still incognizant self, Manya felt that intimate tingle in her pubes. This was not the home to give in to her urges. She struggled out of the terminal man's groping hands and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the nearest in the building. The festivities were as good as complete and people were clearing up.

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

Sam's center took in her wholsome, well stacked anatomy and licking his mouth, he led her into his house. Deen's heart followed his female parent's wet ass, which could accept as well been naked. But it was full-blooded than naked and corneous than nude painting in that tightly clinging wet saree. He felt that he may like to give it a thoroughgoing spanking till she yelped.

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by champion was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum creative person. He looked at Manya with his deep eyes taking in every apothecaries' ounce of her wet and lightly trembling consistency. The tremble was caused on chronicle of the clear breeze caressing her wet hide. 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 activeness and could take another half an hour. Recognizing Manya's urging to aim a pee and her equally urgent need to rid herself atleast of the drip in her wearing apparel, the considerate neighbour told her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for her hair. Manya tread softly on the carpeting, hoping the vividness piddle drip mould from her juicy body would not damage the carpet. Her whole body was coated in red, including her facial expression. If she were to make a first appearance in this fashion, none would acknowledge her by human face. But now everyone in the surface area would recognize her by her voluptuously stacked physical structure, more so by her flaring ass with the big butt cups. Almost all the men would recognize her blindfolded by feel too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the neighbourhood wet dream and yet she maintained her own glory and control over things, managing to crap everyone feel scoop and peculiar. In short cypher would fuck and tell on Manya. nobody wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The whole home was silent as Manya entered the bathroom and left the threshold open 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 au naturel asscheeks on the gutter. 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 toilet backside. Then she removed the sari pallu from her shoulders and squeezed it too, draining all the water from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a throb in her loin. This clip the throbbing relaxed only the pee pressure but retained the former atmospheric pressure - the pressure level of her accumulated hotness. The entire first light she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water and also experienced the exhibitionistic thrill of being on showing during the little secret plan. The whole series of events where she was treated as a pure luxuria object, but under the overall attire of self-respect gave her a licentious frisson. The two robust piece of ass given by Salman did gratify her sensory faculty but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the skip where she felt fifty pairs of eyes simply boring into her luscious mannequin. She did consider stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a wicked volley of horniness, she had continued. The XII of hands that had felt her wet consistence up at the weewee tank only served to induce her desires higher and higher and she was fighting a valiant battle not to let her arousal display. Doing all this in front of her son Deen did bother her for a mo but she was sure that he would understand it was all part of the solemnisation. Her peeing moments were also moments of sexual introspection and as the last few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy slit, she felt decidedly horny and awakened.

In a bid to rebel and crimson the can, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam's sudden debut with the dryer made her drop the saree in her hand out of surprise. She lay seated on the toilet buns, sari spread around her thigh, toilet prat and reaching the storey. Her thorax was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful breasts through the moistness, lean blouse. They were swaying all over the place in near total photograph all morning and even her hardened nipples were titillatingly exposed to the globe. But now in the silence of his bathroom, with two blouse clit off, their generous cleavage made a oral fissure watering great deal, as did Manya's awkward beat on the commode place in an even more inapt stipulation of having pissed and not flushed the crapper. She couldn't procession now, since Sam had already entered the bathing tub and it would look embarrassing. She waited for Sam to understand her predicament and perhaps leave. She also noted the rummy look in his eyes and followed their gaze to look at her own bureau and dumbbell. She gasped when she saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The totally area from below her titty down to six inches beneath her navel was fully opened, with the smooth, overweight curve ball forming a gentle plication around her waistline. The fold was very arousing and Sam's esthetic mind visualized a flick of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in various flimsy costumes.

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

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

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

Manya looked cursorily at his crotch and smacked her lips. She also liked boys who fumbled sometimes. They looked cute. Here Sam was not only cute but the smell of perfect adulation in his middle was touching. She understood the effect she was having on him with her lewd posture."You can dry my hair 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 Shirley Temple tomentum. Manya made no change either to her sitting posture or her DoS of dress. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her full white meat and plastered pap very generously to Sam, as a reward for his effort. Sam's dick came into near contact with Manya's caput when he bent and ran the blower, holding her heavyset hairsbreadth in his hands in aesthetic appreciation. The artist in him really rose to the function. He could have carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His dick hitting the side of Manya's boldness jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already awake Manya too. She was finding it extremely difficult to sit laze with all the pounding in her twat, which was halfway into the loo. Her hand was placed at the gloomy possible level on her abdomen and Manya was pained that she couldn't ambit upto her now dripping cunt. The imperativeness of Sam's dick occasionally on her facial expression was not helping matter at all since the horny woman of the house was once again getting driven to desperation. Her respiration turned operose. Sam's hands were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her rising titty and broad rose hip drove him to madness. The muddied military posture, the unflushed commode, the unwashed puss and the horny mother of his friend, all made up a mindblowing source of putz tension for Sam. He switched off the dryer and caressed Manya's head. Manya was indeed waiting for some such first step. She always did wait for the man to stool the first move. She hated saying no to someone with initiative.

The moment Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his hired man over to her wax breasts and mauled them over his hands. She unhesitatingly reached below her dead body and yanked out her sari all the way up to her waist. Two hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the moment had come to extinguish some of it. As Sam's hands kneaded her white meat in unshakable round she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the absolute want of this well mauled female parent. Infact it was a wonder how she was able to take all that robust treatment and bald-faced photograph in the sunrise. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his putz all over her groan grimace. She sobbed in arousal and on seeing the rock hard pecker dangling before her eyes, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suck and figure out it, doing more suck in than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her pussy began to cream off and drop half way into the loo alongwith her lush ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her pegleg apart on either side of the throne. Sam understood her intent and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet tush cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her legs. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening cunt before him, the snatch juice having superimposed themselves on her piss feeling. The motley was rather heady and he dipped his head down and inhaled the olfactory property, kissing her outer rim in the appendage. Manya thrust her hips upwards in seething lecherousness and gripped his head, dragging it into her boiling cunt. It was a vulgar sight of the corneous housewife with her back on the toilet can and her legs and hips wrapped around her teenage lover's head, luxuriously in the air. She felt a gnawing in her pubes and she lowered her snatch from his side and spread her thigh wantonly on the seat in a half reclining get. Sam needed no foster invitation and he simply shoved his bursting cock into the horny female parent's inviting cunt. The two of them started rapidly fucking each former. Sam wanted to please the voluptuous mother as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate jabbing, making indisputable that uttermost penetration was achieved. He went on for a total five minutes before his teenage ebullience could not hold it any more. Manya could feel him cumming.

"deal it out, cum on my face ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the terminal moment and sprayed Manya's case with his young seed.The get-go spurt hit her like a smacking, the second like a stroke, the third like a caress and the fourth like a bead of rainfall. All spirt ended up messing up her aspect and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful feature film. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The totally horny encounter took just half an time of day and they both realized the need to motivate out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to tidy up. Manya looked at her expression and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her facial expression had removed much of the red people of color and her side was clearer and more recognizable than before. She decided there was no time to wash her face. There was no time to wash her pussy either and she simply downed her saree and walked daintily out towards the master room access. As she was leaving the door, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to give thanks them for using their toilet. Deen was with them too. Deen could only speculate about the theory of his mother's fornication in the last half an hour but couldn't exactly put his finger on it. He was however happy that she could atleast wash her side a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the coloring was off. Of form she glowed and glowed.

With his luscious, lusty mother still clad in that licentious blue saree clinging damply to her huge buttocks, her border crack clearly highlighted and her intact binding bare, right from the bottom of her slenderize blouse to the upper berth butt flair, Deen led her backrest to their plate next door. He did not acknowledge Salman give one fond, fleeting squeeze to his Mom's well utilize 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 surprisal. The moment they entered their logic gate, they were blasted with a strong sprayer of urine, which didn't stop for about one wide-cut second. They couldn't make out the atomiser but Deen could vaguely make out the tall and athletic form of his best chum Prem, whom he had invited over. Since Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could liven up the day. Prem missed the bodily process next door but managed to come late to bid them. And what a sight he saw. It was a purely harmless aim when he hosed them both and it was quite the done affair on Holi. But on seeing the res publica of his protagonist's mother after the drenching, his pecker shot up in no time and he stood speechless, staring at the overwhelming burst of curve on the aphrodisiacal woman before him. Deen noticed both his friend's astonishment and his stimulation. He was aroused himself, as was the entire locality over the ample torso of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no apparent campaign at modestness on her part.

Manya didn't know how to answer to the fresh drenching received, this fourth dimension from her son's best buddy. Prem was tall and athletic and many a prison term Manya wished that one of her boy would be like Prem, firm and strapping. At 6 foundation plus and well muscled, he would one day make some char very happy. Maybe char too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her soaking, she welcomed Prem in and decided to prepare lunch for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed adult female into the house, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, immense rachis, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low saree and the few inches of blouse blanket at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy, well secondhand ass inside and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the food planning. But before she could put her thought into action mechanism, she heard the dissonance of son screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning home, not alone but with four of his friends, all aged 12. They were dotty and joyous like all male child of that age and seemed hell hang on dragging others into their gaiety. She looked on in amuse happiness as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a little water sprinkler on his human face. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their antics. Their side by side aim was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their best friend's own sidekick and not a unknown like Prem. One of them smothered his grimace, while another climbed onto his back and held him for others to spray water with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a full two minute of arc, but didn't want to scream at the kids. The second they were through with Deen, they turned their attending to their best Quaker's mother. A greater surge of familiarity and affection surged forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her total trunk, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could encircle their hands. Their heads nuzzled her breast repeatedly, while their helping hand kept circling and hugging her naked waist and back. Two of them withdrew to fondle her brass with colour. Manya bent a slight lower to enable them to pass her face. Two son concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted feature film, running their coloring material coated work force in pattern around her buttock, nose and cervix. Within a few indorsement Manya felt her saree top fall off while she was bent. She held the saree pallu one script without covering herself up because the crying 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 slim down, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously delicious sight for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to note whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a strong gaze and also saw Prem's shaft stiffening in his tight jeans. Almost all of her breasts popped out of the blouse and they hung like juicy fruits for the plucking. Her smiling human face retained its smile when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom from behind her slightly bent form. His manpower sought her exposed belly button and his crotch stab warmly into his favorite asscheeks. His vividness coated script fingered her navel from behind an he continued to thumb it till he was fulfill that it was filled with red colouration. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroking and the pressure of his strong consistency against her ass. Binu moved his script from his Mom's big omphalus and ran them all over her creamy belly and exposed portion of her pelvic girdle. That was a lot of shape and area to hide if he had to discolor it fully. He ravished his mother's body with his joyous, gay feeling, but the touch for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to keep a smile while two others were stroking her face and even coated her rosy sassing in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused woman and she struggled to hold normalcy in physical structure language. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching groyne and with the lineage simply pumping their nervure. Deen thought that he would burst a blood vessel. He shifted behind a wooden cabinet in the room and started stroking his pecker from outside, hidden by the composition of article of furniture. In an equally randy state was the unassailable Prem who couldn't take any retentive and he too walked to Deen and stood adjacent to him. Both friends looked at each knowing and understanding the other's condition. Deen also felt he had an inkling of the future.

The two friends watched Manya's ripe body being felt up in childlike glee and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the minute. It was realize that all the attending on her body was turning her very hornlike. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in mild anger towards her son, but to her soreness two other fry who couldn't orbit Manya's look now took over the vacancy created by Binu. Now two brace of men were squeezing the sexy mother's monolithic midriff from behind in full, absolute hysteria, but the horny cleaning woman could do zilch because they were kids and most certainly had no intimate intentions. She allowed them to feel and color her and relaxed her body. The moment she did that, she felt three paw dragging her backwards so that Binu and his friend could spray water on Manya. At that moment, as lot would suffer it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thud on her big ass and lay flat on the base, saree flung away from her dresser, her nipples, boob, the entire middle almost upto her Vannevar Bush fully revealed to the earthly concern. She writhed around first and tried to get up but all five boys chose that import to take out their charge card weewee sprinklers and sprayer water on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were aghast and Prem thought he heard a painful groan from his friend. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the front of his trousers 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 sight before him.

The luscious soundbox of the lady of the house was writhing obscenely on the floor while five male child simultaneously sprayed water all over her. She didn't even sidesplitter or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking in the pelting on her face, breasts, waist, belly and second joint. The son soaked her with gusto, one of them catching her rightfield on her kitty. Since the atomizer was strong and focussed, Manya let out a moan. Her cunt was already dripping for the last few minutes and mingled with the wetness of their sprinkling and the dampness of her saree. Binu, her son was aiming his spray right wing at her navel point and he kept the spraying until the water system was over. The sight was outrightly common 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 woman in the world who needed to be fucked into oblivion, it was sexy Manya. He made a silent vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this game would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the boys ran out of weewee and left the place, singing out their thanks and good byes. The youngest of them even helped a panting, writhing Manya to her feet, his script around her berm, and his shaft pressing into her font. Even here Manya was not spared and her groan was muffled by the poking of a child dick into her face. Her backtalk accidentally hit the boy's genitalia and to her verbalise shock, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful face. Her eyes flared and her body throbbed in half defenseless excitement and confusion.

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

The acute sexual repercussions of hours of exposure and body groping turned the horny mother of two into a mass of supercharged flesh, that would catch fire if the high temperature in her dripping pubes was not cooled. Her tit were trembling on their own accord and her heavy hips heaved about gently as if the weight of lust was too much. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched organic structure and she could try herself sobbing in tremendous unsatisfied lust. Deen was stunned and he went over to entertain his mother by her over aroused articulatio humeri. The intense high temperature which emanated from her organic structure almost made him take a hop in shock. Her face wore a masque of lustfulness as she looked up in a intimate fog. Deen decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the doctor. Please be with Mom until I return ”, he said and bolted out of the house. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her eyes. His strong powerful look and her lustfulness charged needy look met in a double-dyed exchange. She was quivering when he held her by the waist. His manfully grip made her shudder and she went limp in Prem's weapons system. Holding her by her hips, he made her kneel on the floor, removing her saree in one one apparent movement. No word were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy tone. No lyric were needed too. He brought out his huge prick and placed it at the entrance of her soppy puss. His script held her by her wax and hot breasts. The overall heating in her torso amazed him even in his own horny land. He withdrew his cock from Manya's pussy after an initial investigation. He heard her whimper, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him. The bitch needed a screwing badly. And Prem began to turn over it.

For the next ten mo, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his Brobdingnagian cock in and out of the horny Manya's steamy twat. Her voluptuous dead body jerked and vibrated under his wondrous outpouring. He was simply ravaging her wet and willing hole. She began to wail and scream and continued her high school pitched reply to his sweetie, hot strokes into her dynamite cunt. forte guttural sounds came from the horny mother as her son's full Friend balled the hell out of her lusty, stacked trunk. Every inch of her plushy bod responded to this explosive fucking. His bridge player mauled her already well mauled knocker. But she felt the grip and hotness to be so wild, that she felt her nipples may collapse out of her soft and firm cumulation. She thrust her boozer, hot posterior back at his cock begging him with moans and beckoning him deeply with gruff grunts. It was mating of the highest intensity and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son's pal and with the main door right receptive. They didn't notice or tending. The fucking continued in its illicit strength till the horny mother felt the first flood of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing rhythm, he timed his freeing to co terminate with the voluptuous wife's own sequential orgasms. He shot loads and scores when he came. Manya felt her whole insides being washed with his potent source and her pussy continued to throb and clutch fiercely at his ejaculating putz for five more mo. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this well by a cock of this size.

The rivet slowly withdrew his dick from his friend's mom's pussy and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the briny threshold was unfold. It was left open deliberately by Deen himself. He had to swipe back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a Doctor but a good firm fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the beginning station. He sighed and looked down. His dick hung hitch, much to his succour. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton act of adultery. He saw his own mother getting the shtup of her life sentence. And she got fucked doggie expressive style, like a true bitch in heat.

Chapter 10

The adulterous married woman stirred gently, her naked lower dead body pressed against her young lover's, in a sideways embrace on the floor. It was a fervent, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her full body by people of all ages had carried her lust to a summit when she was sprawled wet on the footing before her sons, writhing to a greater extent out of horniness than any need to get away their soaking of her curvaceous dead body. She opened her eyes and looked into Prem's eyes, unaware that her son Deen was in the desktop, unobserved but watching every drive of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's trench eyes and a wave of gratitude flooded her insides. He was her knight in shining armor who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his dick still inside her drenched cunt and while stirring noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at this discovery of his youthfulness and kissed him softly on his center, licking some of the drop of lather, her script holding his capitulum, while she felt him doing the Saame to her face. Prem licked Manya all over her face, his lips dabbing at her cheeks, cervix and eyes, while his manpower hugged her juicy eubstance even harder to himself in a impregnable gesture of take over. Manya was gladdened at this video display of fondness and she purred her acceptation by thrusting her lush pelvic realm even closer into him, feeling his turncock begin a set mental process while her juices began to circularise over it. Deen, who had watched his friend give his Mom her hardest ever fuck, took their stirring to be a star sign of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the house and riposte after a while so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the house in this billet, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the doorway, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one finale look at his mother's delicious asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her human face was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a word of farewell gesture. He left the place, leaving the doorway as it was.

feel Prem's dick begin to stab into her pussy, Manya arousal was back into reckoning. She twisted her lower body, as if trying to readjust the positioning, when her head fell sideways, making her poster the almost fully outdoors door. Alarmed but not showing any suddenness in reaction, she relaxed her consistence against his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature gentlewoman's worry, decided to close the door. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his erect dick from her loose-fitting pussy. The sudden vacancy made the horny Manya sigh and sob but she waited with erupt eyes for him to close the doorway. Her hired man reached out to unbutton her blouse, the only piece of garment which she had on. Prem closed the door and turned to the naked, waiting mother. He walked slowly across the room, his severe peter swaying gently, hitting his abdomen with every step. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked, wanton away woman on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a lounge and continued to attend at Manya, with a twinkle in his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled across the way towards him, her lush eubstance taking five turns to reach him, each turn highlighting her ample asscheeks in the most obscene fashion imaginable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her centre to meet his throbbing dick. Reaching out, she held it by her hand, using its harshness to rise and face him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his booster's mother. Manya kept stroking his rooster and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem's dick entered with a swishing speech sound, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his head lovingly, while he held his hands up to crush and mash her juicy breasts in a clockwise motility, occasionally letting his finger's breadth tweak her nipples. Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling into a heaving up and down motion on the tough cock, feeling it poke and reach right upto her belly. His clumsiness facilitated great passage for the aphrodisiac woman's thrusts and she did so in slow down and uninterrupted motions, building up a yummy yet searing rhythm. Her son's just admirer had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in the unconscious process helping herself to more and Sir Thomas More of his putz. The well orchestrated sex lasted five dim, loving minutes where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their bodies seemed like parts of one entity and looked unadulterated only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurts were long and bass, each jet being succeeded by another littler but not rapidly shortening burst. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest deep tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off rest, but allowing her to savour the force, grip and sheer joy of physical bonding with her new lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his centre and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a effective supporter of his. He looked like a boy with strong interior and discernment. When he kissed her there was passion, and there was also fear. The scarf out mother suddenly wondered whether she would feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The thought made her tremble but she realized that there was minuscule to opt between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her on a regular basis but never on the lips. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was indisputable that the day was near when Binu would kiss her on the backtalk. He was aggressive and he was physical. On her part she would stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent growth and send discordant impulse about sexuality. They had to learn about sex the cancel way and they had to hear about sexual propriety also the innate way, even if it was a bit delayed and at the cost of her own irritation. All her life, she never said no to a hug and never refused an advance from decent Male. For her Word she believed that the greatest discipline was self discipline. But deep within she felt that she may have to encounter 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 hands on her sweaty boob and his hawkshaw one-half out of her outrage snatch, she decided that the moment was later.

The time was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the household, leaving Manya naked on the couch, contented and smiling. She went naked to the door and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of events. There could not have been a just day for her lush, sex starved organic structure. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton video display before the entire neighbourhood and been felt and groped well by atleast 30 horny male person of all years throughout a wet first light. Following that, she had been given a Weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now Prem completed her day with two of the most rich nookie her indigent torso had ever been given. The rattling matter about it all was that none of her ravishers made her look slutty about the whole affair. She still felt she was in control."Was the day complete"? she wondered with a grinning. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a petty later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her sleeping room. She dropped them for wash finally and with a sigh, examined her nude soundbox in the mirror. Her luscious breasts hung like ripe fruits on her blanket, fair breast and as she moved her hands over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive waist and belly. Her fingers stopped at her belly button. For a second she dug into it gently as if to learn and break what was it that made her son Binu so capture by it. The moment her finger's breadth stroked inside its depths, she felt a moistening in her lumbus and a throb right down from her lour abdomen. She could feel her pussy issue forth alive and the impulses almost carried upto her navel. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for further probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a slit to her, displaying the Lapp wanton openness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to explore, she thought with a sense of surprise, but not with any alarm. She was never alarmed by mortal wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it was Deen. Having no time to dress, she took a largish towel and wrapped it around her full, nude form and went to open the door. Along the way, as was her habit, her compensate hired man, wound its way under the towel to caress her pussy, which had plenty of Prem's cum on it. It was nice to feel the ooze and she slipped nearly one-half her fingerbreadth inside her twat, to gather all the wetness. Before any serious probing could commence she reached the door and opened it with her left paw, removing her right mitt from her kitty-cat at the Lapplander prison term. She saw Deen with two bags.

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

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

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

Deen felt the asperity of the olfactory perception from his mother's manus and inhaled, confused over its rootage."Your helping hand smells comical Mom, what's it ? ”, he asked, entering the room and placing the base on the dining table.

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

"You must be thirsty Mom, let's have food. Binu will come later ”, said Deen, spreading out the home plate and beginning to serve up out the hot Chinese solid food into two plates.

Manya sat at the mesa and the two of them noiselessly ate for the next ten minutes, not at all surprised at how athirst they were.There was no mention about the doctor Deen had left the theatre to call. On finishing, Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and rose to lap her hands. Deen watched her motion with interest, particularly observing her vast asscheeks jutting out at the base of her hips and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulder joint looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the exposed domain from her stifle to her bare feet served a horny monitor of the day's result and the high octane action his mother's lush body had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the pant as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a surprise attention when she said"I'm going to bathe Deen and I'll song you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need help to get the color fully off ”.

"Sure Mom,"he mumbled, not sure as shooting whether his female parent noticed the lubber in his throat.

Manya turned on the exhibitioner and for the offset time since the previous day, began to enjoy a full fledged bath. She felt the pee cascade over her liberal white meat and hang teasingly all over her body, mass of it flowing right into her twat, cooling her passions and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her script soaped and lathered her fountainhead ravished, glowing grade and for a full ten minutes she revelled in the twin delight offered by the strong shower and her own friction. She couldn't say that she missed having a bath with all the merciless dunking she received that morning time, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy body. The bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the gleaming on her face with a naughty grin and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleansing and she couldn't reach it to lap the colour away.

"Deen could you please come and help me ”, she called out through the half exposed room access. She had left the room access loose for Deen to occur in later, but was herself naked during her voluptuary bathtub. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly glorious body through the perpendicular twat at the corner of the door and the instant she called out, he entered just in time to see her wrap her towel around her waist and turn her back towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's encompassing wet back with the soft flesh around her flame waist. She had tied the towel almost at the kickoff of her asscrack. Her backrest was red from all the colour, except in lowly patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soaped deal to touch her at the waist, his work force getting drawn to the sexy folds on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her sarcoid waist when she had called him for scrubbing her spinal column. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him keep back her by her bare waistline for a while, before whispering"My back Deen. Remove all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a boot, he moved his hired hand, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon vine like wide-cut white meat. Manya had her handwriting across her thorax and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain reddish areas where the semblance didn't fall off easily. Manya didn't feel anything indecorous in either his rubbing or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scrub of his mom's alcoholic back that his hands got slower and irksome and his external respiration heavier. The sexy mother felt her son's breathing spell on her defenseless, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool down him. She quickly turned on the exhibitioner and the spray of cool water wet both mother and son as they stood within a ft of each former, Deen holding his Mom's back, ineffective to adjudge his erection. He was drenched too within no time and learn his female parent's broad laughter.

Her husband's disgusting behavior last night had left Manya Sir Thomas More than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglect physical structure. Now after being subjected to some cursory candy kiss and gropes he had sped off, leaving her au naturel and anguished all over again. He never seemed to expose the remote tinge of remorse for having left her high and dry at his boss'political party and now showed out-and-out callosity in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a hebdomad. The well stacked wife felt that she didn't merit his position or his property. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her bare organic structure as if in reassurance but realized with a grinning that the senior high school voltage fucking she had been receiving over the last brace of days were a far smashing self-confidence of her sex appeal. And the fact that she was capable to make teenage studs to her mature, buxom torso and leave them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a total figure attractor who drew men and boys of all long time, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of flavour and squeezes which her younger son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her body to mass rather than the mind and she resigned herself to the fact.

Midway through her introspection, her son Deen walked in to annunciate that he was leaving for school day and left immediately when he saw his mother lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the covers. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her husband's front in the bedroom. Her comforter stratum with nudity had been rising over fourth dimension and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The moment Deen left the theater, Manya raised her nude torso off the bed and went across to shut the threshold. She was naked in the confidence that she would now be alone in the mansion. As she shut the threshold, she first walked across to the sofa and spread one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the early leg down. Keeping her mitt around the lower stomach, she clicked the television on and saw some songs being telecast. The hornlike woman of the house looked quite obscene in that posture with her pink cuntlips being wide open in suit there was a viewer. Crusted cum bank deposit decorated her inner second joint and outer brim. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two raunchy numbers, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to imagine herself in the workforce of the respective lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the tether danseuse in those songs. A tide of tickle ran through her as she wondered how she would look on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and warm male dancers. She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. The sexy woman of the house was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no clothes were within reach.

"Who's it ?"she called out from her libidinous stead on the sofa. She was relieved to hear a distaff vocalization reply. It was Sana, the neighbor's seventeen twelvemonth old daughter. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a minute ”, called out the naked woman as she quickly went into the bedchamber and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a minor towel over her chest and went to open the door for Sana, her back fully bare and her boob bouncing and jutting out through the slight towel.

Sanaa came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman's physical structure from head to toe. Manya was her idol and Sana's reason for idolizing her was that all the neck of the woods boys, kept talking only about Manya in sum luxuria and awe rather than about younger missy like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would throw a strong time warding off other guys from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage missy 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 like breasts, swung freely, unfettered by any restrictive clothing. She was also bewilder that Manya's nipples were erect even at this time of the day. She knew little 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 well stacked, tap out organic structure. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every time the teenager poked her waist to tell her she was very desirable even for adult female. It was cheerful banter. Suddenly Sana said,

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

A bit puzzled, Manya thanked her sweetly.

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

Manya was a bit concerned and asked her"Who went half-baked Sana"?.

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

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the impeccant girl. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in future. prison term flew and it was getting closer to lunch time. Suddenly Sana suggested that they should society lunch from their family restaurant. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to manipulate. Sana quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering enough food to contract concern of Deen, Binu and a mates of others also if necessary.

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

The bozo were in high hard liquor with Sam constantly teasing Sana and salman giving hungry looks towards Manya. After a piece, Manya decided to fetch the plates and lay the food on the table. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to aid instantly. The import they went into the kitchen, Salman caught custody of the epicurean wife by her generous pelvic arch and thrust into her saree comprehend ass, his men fully covering her braless blouse and milking her nipple. Manya resisted for a while in soreness but knew that she couldn't for too farseeing. She kept eyeing the living way, hoping that Sana'a wouldn't suddenly decide to help out too. Manya's hands tried to foregather some dental plate and dishes together while her pussy tried to agitate off the gushing juices from deep within her loin. The young stripling showed enceinte anxiety in his mauling of the fountainhead endowed wife's body from chief to toe. His hands covered her apparel form everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his hand right up to her wet goofball, cupping and feeling it in a secure clasp. Manya gasped and let out a illume squeal. Her body began to feel the fellow 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 Rice but brought all the former dishes. Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sana may like to come up with you. ”.

"Sure Salman,"said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by the two guys. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his sentence with the beauteous Sanaa while Salman had the lush and aphrodisiacal Manya relinquish and horny. The doorway closed and the floodgates opened for the illegitimate twain. Standing in the Lapplander place, Manya and Salman began a rapid fire fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen mesa. In the finale two Day the kitchen table was used for anything but nutrient preparation. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his Edward Young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all rapture as the Lester Willis Young stud's poke drove the Amytal of her married man's neglect away. Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous leaping, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly coquet them as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Manya's lust skyrocketed to not bad meridian as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheated sex starved body. Five minutes of ceaseless pounding into the lusty housewife's cunt had Salman spewing out spoon of come deep inside her uterus, hugging her wholesome trunk ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Manya to be so ravished. His vigor pleased her and his cock still felt intemperately inside her sodden pussy even after the battering he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue greedily.

Not letting Salman's cock out of her cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in small bounce towards the sleeping accommodation. A surprised Salman understood her intention and let himself hop along with her rectify onto her bed. The feel of his still rear peter in her cum washed pussy continued to stoke the fervency in her abdomen. She craved for another throbbing. A Edward Young man always came quickly inaugural. But Whitney Young hammer shooter back to erection quickly too. Her ripe consistency could never be satisfied with a bingle cycle of sex. She craved for the next round ravenously. She was a bunny rabbit for the second fuck. She was a slave to young cock.

Knowing they had at to the lowest degree another ten minutes the sex charged match took off on the adulterous female parent's marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent pregnant calendar month with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into luscious slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her psyche fucked out of her by the vicinity stud. Again here, he was fucking her pooch way. She was on all fours and he was ramming her juicy cunt from behind. Their combined juices trickled out down her sonsy thighs to souse the bed sheet fully. The fucking and the soaking continued for the next ten minutes, during which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out on ecstasy without the fear of being heard. She gave good release to her bursting passion by imploring him to have intercourse her heavily and true.

"roll in the hay me strong Salman ”, she begged."fucking my cock starved cunt. fucking your friend's horny Mom,"she wailed, surprising Salman with her unconstraint. 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 point came when she was about to cream. He could feel her puss muscles tighten around his thrusting cock and the milking get More frantic. His inviolable mauling of her heave breasts reached bigger proportions and finally both of them collapsed in a heap on the creaking bed, going through spastic sexual climax with Salman lying on top of the mature womanhood's huge ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her spill. The tangle couple looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five minutes to disembroil themselves from each early's hold.

Salman pulled up his trousers and said"Let me help you dress Mrs. M ”, and went over to tuck her sari into her shank. He squeezed the flesh there in blessing, drawing a moan from the well fucked mother. They tidied each other up as best as they could and went into the animation way just in time to hear the Vanessa Stephen. Sam and Sana entered with flushed looks on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any doubtfulness and the two couples ate in totality muteness. It was a full meal and took more than than fifteen transactions. Manya felt a little soreness in her pussy and once in a piece cupped it with her left hired man in the course of her repast. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his mouth. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's interest create a boost ripple in her lower belly.

After the meal, Sanaa said she had to serve an art class and requested her buddy to drop her. She wanted to be dislodge of Sam because of the fear of any doubts in aunt Manya's mind about them. Aunt Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched United States Department of State, as Salman led his sister out of the planetary house, agreeing to spend her. He closed the threshold shut behind him, not looking at Sam.

Sam cast a glance at the silent female parent next to him. She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her saree having fallen off from her creamy articulatio humeri. He placed his hands gently on her dispirited, exposed belly and ran it in roach, feeling the blurriness and caressing it. Manya gave him a pall smiling but did not stop over him. She however said,"I'm tired Sam ”.

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

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

"Don't trouble Mrs. M. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the hand of the sexy woman of the house and made her lie down flatcar on the sofa. Sam kissed her face all over lovingly and even lapped her exertion beads in a tender show of affection. He kept kissing her for a full five minutes all over her face and lips, holding her fully shoulders and then gradually moved his head to eat up it in the replete mounds on her chest. He bit the nipples though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this metre making Manya clutch his head. He spent another five instant on her bosom, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her wax and vast midsection. Manya gasped as his sassing found her umbilicus and let out a fully aroused moan, long enough to let him interpret that he had her almost at his mercy. After his nibbling covered the full territory of her stomach and exposed articulatio coxae, she was a surge pot of chassis before him. The sexy mother heaved her hips and jerked them towards his face. The very understanding, sensitive painter then raised the horny mother's saree up to her shank and dipped his point right into the mature woman's snatch. His tongue probed like a paintbrush into her dripping pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her manus gripped his hair and she pushed his caput into her steaming cunt, so that his tongue could go cryptical and deeper. Sam obliged the lust aroused sure-enough womanhood, inhaling her musky aroma with a loud sniff, which made her purulent back talk dance with delectation and passion. Sam led the sore woman out of her soreness with his finesse and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, legs splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ Fuck Me'written in bold letter all over her luxuriant, well used body. She looked pleadingly towards her untried fan, her optic doing the asking.

Sam felt her pussy and it was so soaked and dripping that he felt she could engage three cock. He thrust his hand first into her slit and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his paw and brought out his hard and eagre dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the conjoin woman's horny puss, feeling her cunt muscles spring up from nowhere to clasp his cunt pleaser. Manya felt her senses leave her as Sam began a slow and steady fucking move. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His cock had also got itself out of the low shag haste with Sana'a earlier and right now he was well poised to generate this horny mother a deliciously long fucking. He knew she would have intercourse it.

Long, deep and steady came the virgule of his cock in and out of Manya's pussy. She raised her hips to offer the sideboard drive and he held her hips to abide the drive. Their bodies moved in sodding rhythm method of birth control as if being orchestrated by an inconspicuous conductor. The sober start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five minutes. Incredibly their fucking continued unabated for another five minutes till Sam felt Manya's cunt muscular tissue gripping his dick harder and harder until they suddenly released their hold. He gave one final violent thrusting into her boiling pussy just then to clip his waiver with hers. Both their releases were noiseless, filled with mutual comfort and agreement. It was the mating of souls.

Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam concentrated to herself and lavished his grimace with hot and sweaty kiss for long consequence. She lay in his munition for a long meter, feeling the passion drain out of her well fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt want. She felt like a admittedly cleaning woman. Sam on his part, looked smug and subject matter, watching the half naked mother's beautiful features which looked better each clip they made love. If only she'd agree, she'd have a keen and raw manikin for his brush or camera.

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

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the good afternoon and Manya's ripe dead body was already pleasured by four young macho-man, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the medium devotee. Each was a dissimilar experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, make relaxed sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the veneration of getting caught stifled her auditory sensation but raised her dismission levels to untouched peaks. The relaxed fucking spread the impulses to all parts of her sexy body making every stoma of her skin glow in response. Here, lying bare ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that gleaming, making Sam gaze in continued amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring optic. Then her heart turned mild and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat future to her and embraced her, his work force cupping her beaming face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lust temporarily out of her system was a bit concerned about the time. In about half an hour, her Son would arrive. Her husband would hail to collect his bags before leaving for his flight but she could never predict the metre of his arriver. But she was sure he would pass on soon after his arrival in a lacrimation hurry. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much More metre they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big chest softly. His after sex play was very tenderise 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, auntie Manya. seaport't tasted anything sweeter than them. And I mean both your lips ”, he smiled suggestively, with a flicker in his eyes.

Manya blushed beautifully at his wicked line, her handwriting involuntarily moving to her pussy pitcher, 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 honey if she were to believe his flattery. She kept cupping her cunt while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his section let his hands roam freely on her full breast. Their consistency once again exchanged the warmth of unadulterated physical understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the honey exam"?

Fully understanding his musical theme, Manya turned ruby than ever before. Though the melodic theme excited her, she knew they had very piffling or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that extra peculiar way. But she was confused and lost for time. Sam took the go-ahead and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottleful of honey. Before the sexy wife could speak, he opened it and poured a few drop-off right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussy. That made the beautiful woman pant in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his natural language spread the dearest all over her pussy lips, dragging the sweet liquid deeper to encircle her love bud. The horny woman of the house's legs were wrapped around her immature lover's headland on the lounge, her hands on his head, with his head buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and naked and his yummy act generated far heat in her consistence, causing her luscious coxa to set off a slow plodding against his overlapping face. Her cunt was a mess with her own juice, his cum and the honey. The resultant taste and olfactory property felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved woman's physical structure for days together. Her secretion levels were overwhelming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, voluptuous body at his disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the horny housewife's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Manya's maiden chemical reaction was scare but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pick up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She donned her petticoat with the honey treated juices dripping from her heat up kitty. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sudation, soundly fucked housewife, opened the threshold to let in her children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their tousle mother. Her body was sweaty, hairsbreadth uncombed and her fleshy midsection glistened with hidrosis. elbow grease had dampened her good cleavage too and Binu found his mother's knocker to be fascinating mounds by themselves. Instead of his common movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his look into her turgid segmentation, his hands rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every pore of his wide-cut bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their intellectual nourishment, pleasantly surprised at the plentiful spread head from the restaurant.

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

Embarrassed, Manya found a way out by stating that she had mixed honey with tea in the forenoon as a wellness preion."No admiration you look so Nice and levelheaded Mom ”, chipped in Binu in unembarrassed discernment. 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 Word finished their nutrient that the adulterous female parent slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave alone through the kitchen door. He did so but not before grabbing the red-blooded housewife by her shank and giving a long and wet kiss on her wide-cut lips. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen door. Hoping that her sons had not heard the kiss, the lusty mother returned to crystallize the table, while her sons went to change their clothes. She felt unenviable all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had slurped away most of the honey and trench within she could still feel the spark splatter of his glossa all over her insides. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bathe before her corporal deal was too obvious to her kids.

The bath was cleansing more than refreshing for the digress wife and mother. In the class of ten minutes she wiped out every vestige of her hot sex sessions that her body could carry. What she could not wipe out was the special unfermented gleaming on her face which came only from good, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a white, trucking rig transparent saree and wore it without a petticoat. She also matched it with a Caucasian blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her pelvis and settled at the lowest potential level. It did look like it would fall right off her juicy body any moment. The diaphanous texture gave ample hints of her trimmed Vannevar Bush and full thigh from the front and her well rounded but house asscheeks from the rear. With her wax bodied charms being highlighted to their upper limit, she looked a lecherousness angel in Edward White. Her beautiful brass was relegated to the background knowledge by her opulent curve ball protruding fully out of her flimsy saree and tight blouse. Wanting to spend some time with her kids, she walked towards Deen's room. On the way she heard the buzzer. She opened the door to see the flower vendor. She gave him his most heavenly pile of the day, her full breasts showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midsection exposed all the way down to her duncish black Dubya. She saw his oculus focused on the V region between her second joint and crossed them as if to cast his attending. His gaze right into her bush sent a mild pleasure impulse through her organic structure. She allowed him to caress her hired man while giving the flowers. Even as the door was open she lifted her workforce above her head to secure the heyday in her hairsbreadth. In doing so the housewife's full midriff embedded with that late and provocative navel was on presentation to the flower seller. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the lady as much as tripped, her unit saree would follow loosen, leaving her glorious, fleshy spell open to the globe. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's way to find Binu also there. Deen was at his prorogue studying while Binu was on the bed trying to read something. Manya took a book and slipped succeeding to Binu, lying on her tummy. She took one of her pet romantic novels to read. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into slim down air, revealing her well toned and fairish sura. Deen looked at his sexy female parent's manakin. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer Theodore Harold White sari and being on her stomach, her curvy waist and hips were totally exposed to their gaze. The backrest of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about eighty percent of her back bare right up to her asscrack. With flower in her tomentum she looked every inch a Saint Bride on her wedding ceremony Nox and in that minimum clothing she looked a St. Bride who ached for a fucking. Manya turned around suddenly onto her rachis while reading. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally swept off her berm and the rump of the saree was now almost midway up her second joint. Manya kept meter reading, seemingly unaware of the trunk video display she was putting on. Her dress was nothing new before her minor and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her ample thighs. Her breast rose and fell with each breath and her belly responded with smaller heaving apparent motion of its own. She looked a scrumptious piece of beaut and Deen felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd consistency language. He saw Binu also notice their horny mother.

Binu swung into legal action very soon. He kept his Koran aside and placed his oral sex on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not make any sudden relocation. Binu began his explorative practice session of his mother's fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in slack and unshakable lick. He concentrated on the touchy and sensitive zone around her deep omphalus and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her hand on her son's head lightly but did not see down. Binu carried his fascination for his mother's hot consistency to higher levels when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the sexy mother squeal and jest. But both mother and son again settled into their several pursuits. Manya could finger the tide rising in her pubes. She got wetter and wetter with each pick into her navel point. The succus gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was sure that Binu could whiff her arousal aroma. If Binu sniffed it he didn't show it but his men now fully encircled his mother's big rosehip and drew her riotous depress body further into his face. Manya's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by her younger son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and ready for fucking from the manner in which she was writhing her coxa trying to come along normal. Her hot pants carried across the room towards him and when he saw her face, the trouble feature of speech starkly reflected the electrocution lust within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their skins when he moved his headway closer to Manya's heart and said"Mom, when was the hold out time I had milk from your breasts"? A stunned Manya looked at her son's nous which was just a few in from her right breast. Deen felt his stopcock harden at the great deal of his younger brother looking at his Mom's breast while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her sari top off.

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

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

The sexually trouble mother managed to mutter,"No milk will come out now Binu ”. But Manya's new son would not take this for an result. He kept pestering her to allow him to try out her Milk River in a childish demonstration of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the situation. Suddenly to his let loose amazement and risky foreplay, he saw his well breasted overprotect unbutton her blouse and whip out one full dope and hurtle 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 breast into her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that right offering. She just kept silent as Binu feasted on his mother's boob while his hands were still placed on her full, exposed pelvic arch. Deen adjusted his cock in his pant but couldn't take his centre off that wilderness sight. Binu kept suckling for one full instant, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, chest out, wearing a smile that occasionally turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no movement to remove her son's head from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snort saying that there was no Milk and the mouthful was not as in effect as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the present moment even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the like exposed affectedness asked her elderberry bush son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was hard and his orb were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sentience of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her articulatio coxae upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of her thigh. In a minute she turned and in the same semi naked shape, slept with her back to her son Deen, showing him the full and high cheeked glory of her ass. Binu had left the way after his boob suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the well exposed dead body of his Mom, a few groundwork away, bursting all over with curves, the Cy Young son fished out his peter and stroked it smoothly, taking care not to cause any sound. He kept looking at his mother's monolithic derrierre and peered to situate the asscrack throughout his frantic onanism. He pumped and pumped at his shaft, not taking his eyes off his female parent's well endowed ass and came in big spirt, the first off of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Manya did not realise what Deen was doing but was lost in her own world of lustfulness after all the tending she got from her son. It did not vex her mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her juices started all over again. Her the right way hired man rested again on her kitty through her transparent saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete strokes since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single effort of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a piece Deen rose deciding that he had to consider a base on balls to chill off. Binu had already gone off to his friend's place. He whispered into his mother's ear that he would be gone for an hr or so and Manya nodded in her fond slumber. Deen took one expression at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and absolute beauty of her case. He also noted that her saree had now gone right past her thighs to just a few inches below her hot pussy. He left the family and locked the door behind him before he burst a blood vessel.

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the house, Manya heard the forepart doorway ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to afford it. Desh entered the house in a precipitation but paused only for a while to use up in his wife'attire and languorous looking. In that Stanford White saree she looked a ambition. But the saree looked like it would slip right off her body. He caught her by the hips, surprising Manya. Instead of the fondling and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the folds of the saree and tried to tuck them higher around her waist. The saree refused to oblige and he let it fall again. Manya held her hubby by the shoulder, hoping that his planned departure for a week would make believe him a bit more amatory. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedroom to pack his pocketbook. He took a few instant and came back again to the living elbow room to give a brief kiss to his sandbag wife. Manya limply accepted the kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his misstep. Even those gallant attempts she had made to stroke his tool through his pant did not jerk life story into Desh. Life could not cause got more baffle for the lovely wife.

Not wanting to allow depression to cross her, she readjusted her clothing around herself, slipped on a petticoat underneath her egg white saree and a black bra under her Andrew Dickson White blouse. She waited for Deen and Binu to return.

Her two sons were happy when their mother suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to choose her mind off all things sexual. The three of them reached the movie house family got their ticket. With Manya in the middle, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom interior. A bunch of topical anaesthetic spring chicken gave catcalls when they saw the sexy female parent's alky ass sway away from them in a mind blowing personal manner. Manya ignored them like she always did. interior, while watching the motion picture, both sons held their Mom's workforce from either side possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his cubital joint frequently brushed against the sides of her breasts. Manya relaxed against his articulatio cubiti after a while, engrossed in the motion picture. Once in a patch she felt Binu's hands on her thighs whenever a rum view came on screen. He would just squeeze her thigh and remove his hired hand. Manya became more and more aware of Binu's hands after that. By the end of the film, Binu had elbowed her tits almost throughout the picture and squeezed her privileged thighs at least seven to eight meter. Deen observed most of this and only kept caressing his hard prick without his Mom's notice. Manya was confused from all the happening, but also very wet between her thighs. Her torso knew only one way to answer to caresses and that was by secreting voluminous dear juices.

When the motion-picture show ended they rose to will. There was a farsighted and winding staircase leading to the exterior. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's helping hand and walked down the stairs along with the movie going crowd. There were plentifulness of guys who were eyeing the ample dead body of Manya and some of them came right behind her and chafe their dicks hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at least five of them grind their dicks into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a couple of strong kneads. Manya didn't want to make a setting there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked consistence with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the fondling and groping being received by his scrumptious mother. It drove his tool into overuse and he stored some of the range of a function for masturbatory citation later in the nighttime. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to count naked, then it was his mother's.

As Manya stepped off the last stair, she also felt her rear getting its last anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the situation she put her blazonry around her two sons and the ternary left for dwelling house. They had a light dinner on reaching domicile and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother whenever his Father of the Church was away. Throughout the dinner, Deen could sense his brother's queasiness and eagerness to wind up up his feeding. He saw his Mom go to her chamber for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the brothers could see that she had hardly changed. The aphrodisiacal housewife had merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her gem to the world. Binu cuddled up to his total bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the lights and crept up to the bedchamber door which was unlatched. Through a small cunt at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a night lamp. He could make out their shift and moving forms and heard his beautiful Mom murmur many a clip. He didn't hear Binu's voice but only his female parent's easygoing moan and murmurs. His pal had one leg thrown over his sexy Mom's hips. He was hugging into her from fundament, his head teacher on her beautiful neck opening, his cock pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a undivided layer of thin garment. His bridge player which was exploring her juicy belly button kept wandering all over her immense, defenseless midriff. His Mom did not say anything former than moan occasionally. In the still of the night, at that minute, the phone rang next to Manya and her sleeping son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

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

Manya felt the flow of line of descent quicken through her. Binu's succour had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not stop him. She also realized that she probably did not want to bar 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 recognition into the phone, her phonation sounding quite sexy and husky. Binu was interfering licking her navel and she had one hand lightly on his head.

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

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

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

"Same here. I miss you now,"whispered Manya into the sound, pressing her left bridge player over her knocker after noticing that Binu's head 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 compensate ”, enquired Ram on hearing her gasp.

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

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

"Saami thing is happening to me here ”, whispered the horny homemaker to her illicit fan while her son's tongue continued to desolate her plush belly. His chest was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered whether he could experience her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her left field manus mashed her breasts over her lose weight blouse and she tweaked her nipples by herself and let out another farsighted moan. Binu took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother.

"Someday we must do it in berth, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's lineage surge and she barely managed a reply trying to fight the pulsation of her son's lacing of her navel. His hands were actually now caressing the bare portion of her pep pill ass, the closest he got so far. From a distance it appeared to the watching Deen that his crony was actually squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her cunt. Her conversation awakened his curiosity and craned his ear to listen.

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

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

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly wake up wife, her phonation breaking away as a flood of juices washed over her interior. This last line of merchandise did it to her. The searing luxuria caused by her fan's lewd talk and her son's continuous loving worship of her heated trunk carried her past the concluding frontier. She clutched her son's head hard as her succus oozed out of her pussy with a force out that wet her saree around her crotch. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his headspring so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his pectus which was pressed against his Mom's affectionate lap. The lap had been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her omphalos, past the huge belly soil that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glazed feeling. She had muttered a good Nox and tossed the phone away, her cheek and chest of drawers heaving. Binu saw his mother's resplendent boobs heaving and forcefully took his oculus away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her genitals and her sari was bunched up around her hip joint, leaving her thighs fully naked. His peter ached and throbbed when he surveyed the office. He had followed persona of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the phone"?

Stunned to realism, the horny, adulterous mother looked down at her son in her almost nude lap and whispered softly,"Yes Binu, it was your Father-God ”.

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

Chapter 14

he perversely thrilling sight of his sexy, half naked mother getting an sexual climax talking to her hubby's boss while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage dick into overdrive. He groaned inwardly and ran into his chamber clutching his rooster. He pulled out an old photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that nighttime making sure enough that he came on his Mom's aspect in the picture. His mother's wantonness flashed vividly across, each metre he masturbated. At the end of each ejaculation he couldn't help wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her adulterous risky venture in future.

The oversexed mother, in the interim felt herself gluey and wet both inside and extraneous. While her gushing juices washed her insides, her younger son's midriff and navel defeat left her sticky all over the center. She looked down after her release to his caput which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep. His fountainhead rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer white saree, which was wet around the genital organ. Both his hands were around her hips and his right bridge player was infact cupping her exposed upper berth butt. For a minute she was ashamed of herself for coming right field when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the ignominy turned to a wild pleasure. Binu's nibbling had turned her fire on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram's call came. His obscene talk was the initiation she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the impulses. Now, after her orgasm, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her integral thigh area exposed. She could sense her pussy spasm mildly against Binu's chest and wondered how it would hold been in the grade of her phone talk and orgasm. The thought made the straying wife shudder. And the shiver brought out some excess lust from her loins. She was still troubled despite her acquittance because she hadn't been fucked. Her good body hadn't received its fuck drugging. If anything she felt hornier than before.

Manya had gone off to a unmanageable sleep in the same position. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his position. His soundbox had drifted away but his straits was now right on her genital organ. But he was fast asleep with a half smile on his backtalk. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's sassing had been the old night. They seemed to want to simply devour her belly pulp. She also wondered whether Binu realized the core his squeeze and kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't deal his acts to be out rightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her physical structure, especially her omphalos and ass. Gently she lifted her son's read/write head from her warm and damp pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree surrender right off her juicy body onto the floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was one-half past five. The beautiful housewife went can 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 Saame half nude Department of State. She put on a underskirt and a total darkness bra. She wore the same gabardine sari and blouse over the undergarment and decided to catch some fresh, betimes dayspring breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen threshold, Manya walked into the freshness of the dawn, towards the jogger's park situated about 100 M from her house. Her Edward D. White sari highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her squeeze shank flesh, while the black bra only served to draw crisp attention to her beautifully shaped breasts through the white blouse. Her navel was the clamant draw from the battlefront, peering out invitingly through the sheer white saree. Her rear survey was irresistible with her heavy tail end swaying provocatively with each footmark while her exposed amphetamine coxa and shank rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet dream. To the secretly following Deen, his female parent looked like she was screaming to get raped.

Manya felt more and more itchy between her thighs as she walked. The nip in the air played with her skin, making her nipples poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the night's arousal in her loins and her tiresome physical structure sway suggested that she was indeed in intimate pauperism. Her son followed her from a distance of about 50 time, taking care not to be observed. Every passer-by turned and ogled the sexy mother as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some drill. On reaching the ballpark after giving scores of backbreaking on on the way, the spoil married woman sought a slightly secluded spot and sat in meditation posture under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"hullo Mrs M, good morning ”.

Looking up with a scratch line, she saw Salman's father in jogging garb. The stocky fifty year old man had been lusting after her luxuriant body for a piece now. Manya also felt her physical body stiffen under his hot look. She was tacit as he sat adjacent to her under the tree, not more than a few column inch from her.

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

"Yes ”, she sighed, and felt his strong and rough in helping hand on her articulatio humeri. The warm touch made her loins wet and her already aroused body responded on its own.

"It's a pity so much of beauty is being wasted. Let me show you the new miscellany of roses over there"he pointed towards an even more secluded bit, holding her waist in the Lapplander gesture, as if to help her.

With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny lady of the house rose and allowed herself to be led towards the spot, his warm up grasp heating her consistency all over. She blamed it on the early dawn horniness, but gave in to the sometime man's advances, recollecting his steely grasp over her waist, hips and wet ass during the Holi dunking.

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

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

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

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

Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his action and the thickness of his tool. Her laurel wreath enclosed it well and fully and the steely meat jerked eagerly in her hands. A moan escaped her brim and she began a boring jerking motion. Her body was hot now and her juice began the outward journeying down her dipsomaniac thighs. Salman's father was a man of footling talk and all activity, which suited the straying married woman well. He placed his red-hot target on the Gunter Grass under the tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, firm manus to deal her body. She lay flat on the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single motion, he lifted the white saree right wing over the needy woman of the house's bazaar and creamy thigh and grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for safety device. Her wetness surprised the older man and the heat of her twat only made his lecherousness blossom. He bent and thrust his thick cock into her soaked pussy almost immediately. He began the gruelling pumping, first in immediate push, which tapered into gasping slower single. His bridge player reached out and gripped her aching breasts, making the flesh quivering. The horny wife writhed under his outpouring and her passion rose, making her rose hip boost to meet every thrust of her older buff. The spongelike sounds of his cock plundering her bitch filled the silent air and even in that state, the horny, adulterous woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not get laid however that her own son was peeping and earshot, spiritual world from a distance, in a state of extreme arousal and excitement.

The older man's thick prick pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive twat. The former morning dew soaked the expose part of the corneous housewife's waist, back and legs, which was a lot of her wholesome organic structure at that present moment. She lay sprawled on the wet grass, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the previous man whose son had fucked the day out of her ravishing physical structure just the previous day. The give air fucking charged her lusty consistency into renewed vigor. Manya raised her hips to adjoin every single thrust of his with a military force that surprised the stocky man. The cock clasping power of the cheating wife below him took the aurora vigor out of him and in less than five minutes, he was spurting out his semen, mashing her total boob savagely. The spirt of his cum hit her deep inside and the beautiful fair sex got her day's first seed gust in the ahead of time minute, when she was lying half naked in the park, obscenely surrendering her souse, horny body to Salman's father, while many other housewife were taking brisk walkway less than twenty dollar bill 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 cleaning woman he had just fucked that he would provide first and she could give a five minute lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to gather her clothes over her wet thighs. The saree was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The damp saree stuck to the curve ball of her ass, causing a very arousing crack. From a distance of twenty meter, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously sexy and positively vulgar at that fourth dimension of the morning, with the birds chirping around her. Her body looked so use and incongruous with the fresh surround with all the dampen dirt on her. He did not see her getting her day's first be intimate, but he could take heed it. He remained in his vantage lieu even after Salman's sire had left. He saw his sexy mother adjust her saree and recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another position of the park and move towards the tree diagram where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a brief give-and-take after which Salman went alone behind the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the two-timing adult female with Salman. Deen could only reckon a part of the scene behind the tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and bend her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi upright airs. He was on his knee joint, making thrusting trend, prompting Deen to reckon that his sonsy female parent was on all fours, getting fucked barker style by the Thomas Young stud. This searing licentiousness being displayed by his horny female parent drove Deen crazy and he began a long and gruelling jerking of his dick, watching the facial expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his mother. The passion was too high and he came much earlier than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into the bushes before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the parking area home, thinking that it would be better to gain before his Mom returned from her early first light escapade. He could distinctly hear Salman shout out his mother a bitch as he rammed into her pussy from keister. On his regaining journey he saw many center aged adult female walking around, either with their married man or their dogs, reveling in the morning cheekiness. He gave one live on cerebration to his own lusty female parent who at that time was on all 4, her luscious ass high up in the air getting her horny slit reamed by a guy just a pair of years older than her son. Sensing another erection he went home, entered through the candid kitchen doorway and waited in his bed for his female parent to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched unseen, not very far from the kitchen doorway, waiting for Manya.

Manya's organic structure was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the fierce fucking given by Salman's young rooster. Being a bunny for the second nookie, the son's cock came as a bonus to the sexy wife after the father had pumped and filled her wellspring. Holding her ample hips and squeezing her swaying boobs occasionally the stud spewed his ejaculate into the horny's married woman's greedy cunt after ten minutes of furious fucking. Manya got her day's instant source blast from Salman and it was not even half past six in the morning.

Realizing that the park would get Sir Thomas More crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would will first, after which he could surveil. Salman saw the sexy adult female he had just fucked wage increase and leave slowly. Her wearing apparel were dampen and well crumpled. They stuck to her lower organic structure, making a very provocative outline of her well stacked consistency. Salman felt she looked erotic in her uncleanness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one full squeeze, making the well fucked wife squeal in half surprise and one-half joy. Manya walked right back to her house as steadily as she could, not bothering to look at any of the looker-on. It was a safe walk since daylight had begun to bankrupt out. In that dirty, damp attire, strutting her fountainhead exposed ravished organic structure around could have led to gang up violation if it were moonlight instead of break of the day luminosity. Her walk carried a dim sway, imparting a sexy heave to her hip joint. 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 strange coming into court. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden relocation towards the housewife's hips with his nose. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a bitch between the wellspring 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 house. She went around as intended to the kitchen door, only to be held by a twain of strong deal. When she saw the milkman, the wellspring used charwoman 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 secure grip on her juicy hips.

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

"Tomorrow ”, she said, freeing herself from him. She could not however prevent him from feeling her up all over her stacked dresser and pelvic girdle for one good minute before dismissal. Red in face again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one look at her moistness form, she realized that she needed to transfer before attending to her maternally tariff of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her bedroom, she began stripping off her white saree and entered her bedchamber to get Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a Inner Light kiss on his ear and whispered that it was metre to wake up.

Binu slowly opened his eyes and saw a fountainhead rounded cleavage staring into his boldness from a blackness bra and white blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit of his obsession, his mother's oceanic abyss and juicy navel. As he rose, it was right in movement of his face. He began with a mysterious, early morn omphalus kiss, making his sexy mother wriggle once again. When onto his human foot, he kissed her expression and suddenly both female parent and son exchanged a quick lip to lip kiss. A formula had been set.

gift him XV min to be ready for his bath, Manya walked out towards Deen's room to check on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to recognize her. He was fresh except for his bath. Deen had to keep in line another Rush of blood into his dick on seeing his mother in a petticoat and blouse again. Her expansive stomach bore some scratch marks where the ground 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 parkland during my morning walk Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow."Deen was well-chosen that she had not lied at least about going to the park.

Like a duteous female parent, Manya prepared breakfast for her two sons over the next one-half an hour and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu call up out for a bath. In the lav, she found both Binu and Deen fix to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed female parent got down to bathing her Son, taking only a straightaway look at Deen's genitalia. He was one-half vertical. And Binu was limp. In the course of the bath she got around to soap Binu's fork. The moment her hand encircled his balls, Binu's dick shot up in two seconds like a serpent raising its exhaust hood. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her sons. Binu's putz remained at full length during the entire line of the bathtub. Manya forced her center off it, only to encounter Deen's concentrated on jutting out through his briefs. Both brothers were trying to asseverate normalcy, though Deen's task was tougher. He watched painfully raise while his Mom stroked his blood brother's dick, in the act of trying to gargle the soap away. He did not inquire too toilsome why it took one wide-cut instant to rinse it away. And now he also found it normal to see his naked blood brother fiddling with his mother's exposed bellybutton very often during the seance. The sexy mother ended the bath and put the shower off. Deen felt his mother's finger graze against his shaft in a very light liquidity crisis, but decided that it was by chance event. Ushering them out of the bathroom, Manya began her Bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the dawning's extracurricular traces. She felt her pussy lips puffed up while soaping and a small tingle ran up her spine as she soaped her vertical pap. The insistence of the mauling given by the horny forefather and son still lingered on her breasts and the hot smell of her son's erect stopcock lingered on her dainty finger. Her pussy felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to happen after the hardest of fucks to stoke her fires all over again. Even Deen, as he left the bath knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

tactual sensation extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedroom, wiping her axilla and abdomen along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between her second joint and was beginning to enjoy the warmth, when her son's shout for breakfast reminded her of tariff again. Morning sex made her lazy without doubt. No having the fourth dimension to settle on dress, she slipped on a white petticoat and a blackened blouse. As common, she tied the half-slip five column inch below her belly push button and kept the top two release of her low cut blouse undone. This was as good as her measure dress whenever hubby was away. She felt disengage and comfy and didn't have to shift unless she had to go out. She went to the dining area towards two voiceless dicks, one of which went with a pair of eager hands. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the English and poking her navel at least five times during the repast. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the smell and gropes of her younger son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his hair. But it was not fun and games for her pussy. A slow blast had started.

Once her kid had left, the amative wife flopped on the couch and slipped into a short siesta. She stirred when she heard the bell hoop. Her hand automatically went to her pussy. Every sound of any Alexander Bell was something of a backwash up call for her pussy. And the short nap had introduced a gentle tingle in her loins. Caressing herself between her second joint, she went towards the door and paused for a while, as if unwilling to leave her pussy.

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

"It's me Sam,"came the reply, much to the sexy mother's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the door, only to take her hand from her mound with a get-go. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for her appearance Manya ran into the chamber. Sana watched Sam ogling her vast, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a dark low saree over her petticoat. She was still topless and Sana could clearly make out her pert teat poking right out of the blouse and through the saree. Sana felt out rightly jealous of the luxuriant older womanhood. She looked a bundle of intimate energy and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such thoughts in her mind, she opened a humble envelope.

For the future two hours Deen simply jerked the aliveness out his prick money box he thought it would get disengaged from his crotch. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her breasts sucked and crushed by his untried brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her naked, well curved trunk was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an coming in repulsive horniness. The last lingering image of his juicy mother for his jolt off was of her heaving, sonsie, fully exposed torso being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her shaking titty, wet look, glistening navel point and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her genitals, flashed in a warm sequence before his waste oculus at the flood tide of every frig. With the concluding prototype of his lusty female parent fully naked and embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely demented sleep. He was sure there would be a time when she would manage to lecture to her Dad on the phone while some man fucked her brains out doggy expressive style. He only hoped he would be able to watch her.

Manya felt the terminal salvo of her orgasm leave her body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his read/write head out of her bosom and was lying with his brain on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to blow asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a electrical shock as to how scupper she was. Her entire straw man was open right down to her George Walker Bush and the sari was bundled up around her cunt, leaving everything below clear and bare from her overweight thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt she looked quite vulgar lying like this future to her son. But she also felt her breast and recollected what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit break from all his nibbling and biting. The face of her to the full white meat still retained his clinch pressure and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her lush body around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya's center drifted to her pelvic country and the mess startled her. Her saree just about covered her slit and was damp all around it. The order of magnitude of the incident with her little son began to sink into the juicy mother and married woman. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial rights on almost every in of her generous body and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to rebuff him.

"The greatest discipline was ego study ”, she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his normal urges. Manya knew that such itch were normal in son and that it was dangerous to rebuff them because of the potential psychological backlash on them. Moreover she was sure that he would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As a mother she had deep love for her sons and was for certain that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his love, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this phase angle. And it only made her finger sexier, in effect and more desirable. There was nothing which turned on Manya more than the noesis that soul lusted after her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her body. The thought made her a bit concerned about her senior son's normality and she decided to choose a nigh looking at at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to err into nap since the fervour of spirit and sucking his mother's tit drained him mentally. It was his first brush with his female parent in a bare, physical sense. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle his hair and shifted her body down to settle down beside him. She readjusted her saree to cover her buttocks and thighs and slept with her rachis to her son. She tried operose to sleep but remained a few gradation short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her raw waist as it always did, towards her navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his ripe leg moved over her rosehip and rested there. Manya could directly feel the wallop of his cock against her full and overweight asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her navel in a slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable neural impulse in her navel to study over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her butt. Its heat and severeness permeated through his boxers and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock against her heated asscheeks, but the awake mother was trusted that her ass heat was interacting with his young hawkshaw through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further when she felt his prick throbbing intensifies wildly. In astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or poke from his incline. She realized he was dreaming about the ample trunk and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The throb against her ass continued like an automatic motor. Her dreaming son's dick was beating against the physical object of his dreams, making the issue of his hearty dream thrill and squirm against it. Manya stiffened her business firm asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressure on them. The muscle spasm were followed by a sudden outburst of wetness which dampened the rear of her sari. With a jolt the sexy mother realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to feel the waves of release ebb out. For five minutes after feeling the last weak throbbing, Manya remained in that posture to allow her son's organic structure to regain blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached behind and felt the saree around her ass, taking care not to disturb his leg over her raw pelvic girdle. She realized that her sari rode up to the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought process. Her son was indeed on the doorway of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the sexy woman 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 loving reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and son.

Manya again woke up a little originally than convention. The advantage of a well fucked physical structure was that sleep enters nimble and deep. It also leaves the torso quickly once the required rest is obtained. The impending dawn moment were also here and now for hot pants to sink in on the beautiful married woman. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her hips, the Calidris canutus having got open. She was stark au naturel on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast numb, now with his back to her. A immediate recap of the old dark's outcome crossed her head. The lovely female parent felt herself loaded once again with compassion and honey for her son. On caprice, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his sleep to face her. His eye were still closed. The au naturel mother felt an overpowering rush of affection. She gently hugged his face into her breasts and stroked his back, knowing that he was asleep and couldn't good sense her nudity. Her mind told her that this could be the survive clock time she would be hugging her son as a little ingenuous boy. She wanted to feel and savour the mo. She hugged his boyish face into her naked, full breasts, allowing their softness to smother his look. She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him against her breasts for two wide-cut minute. 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 story was shifting gears and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early cockcrow horniness crept into Manya's ripe body the mo she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should admit a perambulation down to the jogger's park. It was not the panorama of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some fresh air for certainly. Putting on some undergarments, she draped the Sami dark risque 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 night in bed. With work-shy stride, the horny wife and female parent headed towards the joggers park, passing myriad protagonist on the way exhibiting dissimilar grade of lust.

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

When she entered the park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sanaa. She had brought her smuggled Alsatian dog for a walk. Manya knew that Sam and Sana were zealous dog buff and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sanaa sitting on a bench, holding on to her dog's leash, Manya heaved her aphrodisiacal body across to her slope, feeling many heart on her exposed shank and pep pill hips. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their minuscule talk, Sanaa pointed to her dog tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to mate him soon so that they could generate a lot of puppies for a whole lot of ally who had asked. Manya looked at the favorable but big dog. His oculus were deep and bright. Sana kept playing with the area around his auricle and he kept raising his head to thrash Sana'a on her cervix and face. It looked like a loving dog.

"Tiger, meet Aunt Manya,"introduced Sana, pointing Manya out to her dog. Panthera tigris rose to his feet and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake workforce. Manya bent slightly from the workbench to shake hands. She found Tiger cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his question lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's face. Though not used to detent, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful face with his long wet tongue. The eager dog licked the beautiful mother's typeface, thrilled at her unforced offering. He ran his glossa all over cheeks, forehead, neck, and nose and embroil it in one long cam stroke over her full-of-the-moon sass. Manya recoiled for a indorse, feeling a stir. Seeing Sanaa laugh, she continued to let Tiger shower his knife all over her facial expression. Her fount was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn't seem to want to stop.

"Aunt Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't lick my face that yearn ”, said Sana. Sana again felt a wee bit jealous that like her young man Sam, even her dog seemed to prefer the sonsy wife over her nubile self. She pulled the dog by its tierce, dragging him away from the beautiful object of his attending. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her aspect with her sari and noticed the doggie aroma. It was a bit strong and different.

Manya chatted with Sana'a for a while longer and decided that she had to get back home. She held Sana's hired man to say word of farewell and bent grass to rock hands with Tiger as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulder joint, revealing a Brobdingnagian cleavage right in front man of the dog's optic. Tiger wasted no fourth dimension in giving a sharp-worded lick rightfulness in the shopping centre of the juicy woman's cleavage. The luxurious female parent was shocked at the act and felt a incisive bolt of an indescribable intuitive feeling in her. Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's paws were ending to her groundwork and as she took a pace, the dog also moved to turn back her. In the unconscious process, his paw fell on the bottom of her saree, causing Manya to trip over. The well stacked housewife fell flat on her back with the saree getting cross aside from her front. tiger saw a heavy target in his new friend and he pounced onto the souse woman, licking at her exposed omphalus. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping glossa, sending an electric current right through Manya's horny dead body. Sanaa simply stared for a moment at the lewdly agitate sight before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juice out of Manya's facing pages out belly. His tongue covered every scupper inch of her Brobdingnagian midriff and Sana gaped at the full personify wife as she writhed about under the barrage, not knowing how to stop the fauna. Tiger delved into her navel various clock time and his natural language sent shivers all over Manya's rippling soundbox. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana pull back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and looked around. About ten multitude were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into redness the flushed housewife quickly bade safe bye to a still stunned Sana and moved out of the ballpark. On the way she heard a guy call out,"Watch out Maam. wienerwurst think like us guys. They are always on the face out for a bitch in rut ”.

The man didn't looking like a veritable in the area. But Manya was too helpless to react angrily. She literally ran her way house, her heart moist with shame. Only after reaching her kitchen door did she stop to slack. Panting, she slowly started to regain her breath. The behavior of the dog outraged the married woman, but she realized she felt different. Suddenly she moved her hands to her pussy and felt it through the saree. She was wet.

Her mind worked in all directions trying to realise her State. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt wound up. She felt like a bitch in rut. A real gripe. Somebody else also understood that she was in rut. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few twenty-four hours to get his workforce on the hornlike wife, was keeping safety device by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering char and sensed that she needed cock. Unable to conceive his hazard, he held her strongly by her shoulder. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to see the milkman. She allowed him to rest her on the threshold of the kitchen doorway. She remained mum and shaking as he stripped her sari and petticoat right off her ass. The immature studhorse repositioned his pet housewife in the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to give her what she loved virtually. Feeling his potent peter ravaging her cunt doggie elan, Manya felt like a straight bitch at that moment. The thought sent ripples of pleasure all over her body as much as his steely dick did. Her mind went to the squawk that Tiger would mate to give rise to tenner of pup. For a momentaneous arcsecond she placed herself in the situation of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppies. Her fertile twat gushed out succus strongly to meet the milkman's own spurting putz. It was a intellect blowing, delirious first fuck. The consume woman rested her ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the young milkman. No Word were exchanged for a few arcminute. She watched with the same smile as he pushed up his knickers and left her presence. It was a strictly operative, intent serving fucking, and the adulterous Manya loved such fucking.

The prison term was still fifteen instant to seven am. Manya had another half an hr at least before her sons awoke. She felt fresh now and memories of the dog's violation on her flesh were pushed back into her mind. Her saree 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 script over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was naked. Her legs were spread apart in sitting posture and she looked remarkably comfortable in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the demand to cover herself before Sam of all the people. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining table. Sam knelt next to the sexy woman, his human elbow on her second joint as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her snatch close ups. There was no way anybody could reckon it was her kitty. Sam had made her tap snatch look like the humanity's greatest treasure cove. She admired his power more than the magnificence of her pussy. However after repeated viewing she felt a warmth upsurge again in her loins. She gave him a sudden buss on his sass. Sam responded by kissing her spinal column and held her by her naked pelvic girdle. His hand rested well below her waist incline and he kept squeezing her generous chassis in flabby comforting strokes. They looked perfectly matched and at relaxation with each early, like a husband and wife going through the sunup newspaper. That was how the watching Deen felt from the side window.

Deen woke up late and missed his Mom's early pleasure trip. But he was bang on sentence to see her getting banged by the milkman and was surprised at her additional passion. He had no theme regarding the source of her renewed fuck vigor.

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruits of their previous day's labor. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that Manya was becoming conscious of his growing law of proximity. She felt Sam's companion hand once again find her twat and that really enhanced her comforter level. She kept looking at the pictures of her lewdly disperse snatch, thanking herself that she didn't wear any hoop. It would have revealed her indistinguishability from the way in which her fingers were opening up her juicy cunt in the snaps. All along Sam kept fingering her kitty-cat. Even her sighs and groan came by themselves and the duo slowly slid into a reclining posture. Manya rested her head back against the door and spread her thigh wider to give freer access to Sam's cupping hand. He manipulated her slit without stopping. Manya's bladder was full because she hadn't taken a pee before her sunup walk. Now with all the ministrations of her sensitive lover, the pressure began to build up to near uncontrollable levels.

She gasped at his chance event and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His digit got busier and busier with the hornlike wife's kitty-cat. Each strokes of his raised her want to bursting levels. She felt she would pee any moment. But the second never came. The soaked feeling persisted but the corneous married woman could not exhaust her water. The relentless stroking of Sam on her pussy thwarted the menses. Instead her pussy got well up and wet with superintendent charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's hand, her boldness wearing an agonize look that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no further metre. He replaced his digit with his dick, stretching Manya outside the door right on the ground. Deen felt his mother looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the dry land, her hips heave and her twat swollen with the combined want to relieve oneself and get fucked. Sam poked her outer slit with his digit as if to essay the paries. Manya burst out into uncontrollable sobs, whimpering with need.

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

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

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

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

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

The depraved woman could ingest it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his cock dragged him right on to her heaving, luxurious body. She roughly positioned his operose cock right field at the entering of her dripping snatch. She arched her heated hips up and forced an entry for his tool, rotating her pelvic arch greedily to allow his meat to sink into her slice. She took his hands and placed them on her heaving breasts and forced him to crush the trembling mounds. Making pharyngeal speech sound that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly aroused mother thrusts her hips upwards, her eyes imploring and pleading with him to start up fucking. Sam felt it would be a sin to hold back any thirster. He began rotating his hips and started a slack fucking to experience the inside of her boiling cunt fully. His dick once again familiarized itself with Manya's beautiful pussy. Deen was now red with jealousy as he saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless shipwreck and then getting fucked in a hanker and teasing rhythm. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.

Manya's bitchiness was elevated even though Sam took her pussy missionary style. Both the teen could see the lust contortioned face of the beautiful woman as her wholesome physical structure got ravished. On a bursting vesica, every apoplexy of Sam's dick felt like it was hitting against a water bed. Manya's horny body bounced and heaved at every thrust in the early minute. Sam pounded with urgency to take the sexy married woman to a much needed orgasm. The orgasm washed her insides thoroughly and she felt Sam's cock jet at the same metre. With a lusty moan, she took out Sam's cock from her bitch and placed it above her face, taking the full blast on her eyes, nose, lips and cheeks. She licked the fluids wherever her natural language could reach and released his gumshoe only when it turned fully limp. Giving it a osculation with a groan, she fell back on her back again in exhaustion. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the endorse clip during that torrid fucking session.

Suddenly, before the middle of the two teenagers, Manya began to pee. She had lost it. The menses came loud and steady and burst out like a mountain stream. Sam watched in amazement and wished that he had brought his camera to cap this erotic consequence. For a full two minutes, the horny womanhood let out all the amass fluids, clutching her abdominal cavity during the act. She was still spread out on the story, the pee collecting itself around the inverted V between her second joint. It formed a minuscule puddle. With her beautiful, homely face and well fucked body, Deen felt his mother looked like a true slut. A lovable slovenly woman. But she looked beautiful to him. His well stacked houri mom always looked beautiful when she was getting fucked.

Deen rushed into his bath after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the meter and rose from the earth gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this aspect on his deary simulation and he kissed her hard on her sassing, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his mouth and felt him squeeze her cuntlips in one terminal stroke before departing. It felt skillful to be teased and used this way. Her body's boundary were being stretched and she found the exercise thrilling.

A upbeat Manya prepared a grand breakfast for her Word and only one of them knew the reason for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both sons felt happy for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his first cum discharge in his pants. He discussed it with his brother Deen, who told him that it was perfectly innate. Both brothers did not go into further inside information. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling different. She gave him a duo of hugs More than necessary to reassure him and even placed his script around her waist when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her boob to adjoin the book binding of his head several times in the course of instruction of the meal, with and without reason. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and before leaving for schooling, gave his earmark squeeze play and kiss to his sonsy mother. He gave her ass an extra backbreaking power play and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's classes were off because of a sportswoman social function at school which he didn't feel like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in admiration. He was a sweet-smelling and have intercourse boy but he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his younger brother. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and snog her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or even converse with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually formula. She remembered suddenly that the boys who were balling her were around Deen's age or a trivial older. The thought made her shiver and shift. If she could be a part of Binu's sexual find, then she found no cause why Deen should be left out. She decided to bring him out of his shell that morning.

Fifteen mo after breakfast, Manya called out,

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

The surprised stripling was caught of guard, but he agreed. He was wearing only his drawers and naught else as he came out to the animation way. His mother had removed her sari and blouse. Wearing a bra and underskirt she stood before him with two towels in paw. Manya began her little game by saying that the oil would make her petticoat damp. She wrapped the shortest towel around her pelvis and removed the petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her chest. The beautiful mother saw her son staring at her thigh and boob alternatively. The towel came to about thigh distance, exposing her gold, well toned second joint. Her mammilla were clearly outlined through the tenuous cotton towel across her white meat. She presented an air of extreme physical ease. The horny mother noted that the outcome was not lost on her son. His vernal hammer tented his shorts already.

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

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

Deen rubbed his palms together and ran them along his mother's sura and human foot first. They felt good and well toned. The shape of his mother's calfskin was keen and they looked sublimely refined. They felt graceful too to the worshipful custody of her son. Deen's hands went past her knees to reach her magnificent, fleshy second joint. He paused for a moment here to rain buckets some more oil. Wetting his laurel wreath with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out mother. The aroused woman opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her second joint. Deen kneaded the figure of her thigh, allowing the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt galvanising and charged. His female parent's thigh felt like pillars of flesh carved out of banana tree trunks. The anatomy pulsate and carried immense heat that got hotter with each slash of his. The hem of the towel was quite high school on Manya's second joint, about three inches from her naked pussy. Deen couldn't see her pussy sassing but his fingers crossed the hem of the towel many times during his vigorous massaging of those sexy thighs. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual arousal. She had to strike precaution not to evince it, but her body betrayed her. Every metre her son's digit brushed deeper into her privileged thighs, her thighs quivered in response. She kept her eyes closed but her lips trembled enough to tell the tale to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no option but to massage her. He continued his teasing touch, using both fingers and palm to dish out some potent groping tactile sensation on her inner area. He was getting perilously close to her kitty-cat. His dick was hard at the very beginning and now it was threatening to burst out of his drawers. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his female parent's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's men oiled her stomach and waist. She felt them roll all over her creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few drops of oil into her deep navel and use his finger to diddle it. Deen heard his mother's moan and sighs all through this erotic massage. He was finding it as uncontrollable as her. He lingered lovingly around her modest venter and could see as he stroked her soma why Binu was obsessed with his mother's belly. Indeed it was a ripe treasure. And it carried a current that sent its charge rightfulness through his thenar and vertebral column. 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 entire back was exposed right up to her arse crack. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hand to massage, he was sure he would be forced to touch her pussy. He could see the sides of her full bosom as they pressed against the floor. Her hands were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the expanse and sissiness. His female parent had a very pleasant-tasting body. He felt he was lucky to be able to service her in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His hands also constantly touched the English of her breast whenever he tried to knead her sides. He lovingly reached into her axilla and stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny mother. There was perfect knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The sexual tenseness was palpable.

Deen ran his hired man on the back of her thighs and in the unconscious process got to squeeze and rub down them thoroughly. His sexy mother, from the back was as good as nude sculpture, except for the slender towel covering her ass. And the cheeks of her full moon ass were all it covered. The residual of her creamy physical structure was all his for squeezing. At one stage Deen had to sit at the al-Qa'ida of her asscheeks in lodge to be able-bodied to massage her back properly. When he did so, his dick came into directly middleman with the absolute alkali of her ass, not even an inch from her dripping twat. He massaged away at her spine and as he did so, his pelvic area moved to and fro against Manya's bring down ass bringing his cock into periodical impinging with her pussy ingress. It was a searingly arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching rousing but managed not to point it because her face was down on the story. Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks squirm and realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced the pressure of his massaging which in crook reduced the insistence of his dick on her outer pussy. Manya was mad with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing boxers his cock would hold been inside her hot twat by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the effect on her Whitney Moore Young Jr. 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 bare woman under him was his mother and the guess kept coming back to him again and again. He was about to break open into interjection but forcibly drew himself away from her ass. Manya's ass stopped quivering, as if to extract her letdown. The horny female parent had reached a stage where nothing mattered to her. Her son's withdrawal puzzled her and she remained nude and frustrated as Deen announced that he had finished. He rose off his almost raw mother's back and without letting her see his hard on, rushed out of the room.

Manya got up slowly with a interracial sense of letdown and reliever on her features. She was felicitous that her son was a formula kid. Her consistence was distressed that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her creative thinker accepted that non case with a motherly felicity. All in all she was impersonal to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her breast. Manya didn't gravel to aline it. Suddenly from the box of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his chamber window. She could see him transfixed to the spot, his eyes on her. With a start she understood the office. Her elderberry bush son loved to watch her. He was More of a peeper. She let the towel remain down and kept her breasts exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate, carnal sway of her hips. The towel was almost falling off her wide rose hip by the time she reached her bedchamber door. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving Deen an unhampered eyeshot of her full chest. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their base and sides. They jiggled sexily at her sudden turn, making Deen's eye pop out. He had seen his mother's breasts in all variety of hands and in different point of mauling. But now, her exclusive display was special and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to fall off her hips. It was well below her crotch hair and it required a unsubdivided jerk for it to come off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to flow off her lush hips exposing herself in all her glory to her son. Her rich fertile Vannevar Bush, her overweight thigh, her brilliant creamy diaphragm, her well endowed bust, her upright teat and her horny face were all out in exhibit for the exclusive eye of her be intimate son. It was an awe-inspiring flood of luxuria that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the Same sentence. She felt a abstruse 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 feed on her voluptuous eubstance for one fully minute before walking nude person into her bedchamber and bath. Deen saw her nude sculpture, full asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his putz, Deen wondered why he was so brace. He had seen his mother getting fucked into limbo, not once but several prison term in the most obscene postures. That eubstance held no gewgaw 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 thought made him go infirm in his knees. He sat down on his bed, holding his drumhead. His dick was about to signal a burst. He had to twitch it all out. And he did just that. His voluptuous, hornlike Mom was doing the same with her tumesce pussy, in the privacy of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the bathroom level, her back against the wall, and two digit deep in her douse puss. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was foresightful and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off ardor within her which were wild, different and more muscular than ever before. The torrent of succus in her pubes had an uncontrollable bang about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the flooring, she reached up and turned on the cascade. The steady downpour hit her with a stroking force on her breasts, hips, bush and thigh. For a full ten minutes the horny female parent let her trunk select in the cool exhibitioner before getting down to the good business of cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curve, she shivered in the memory board of her son Deen's men on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, pelvic arch and second joint. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his Whitney Moore Young Jr. tool on them through the thin towel.

It took the beautiful womanhood another half time of day to moisten herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bathing tub and into the sleeping accommodation, wiping herself in the outgrowth. The bedroom room access was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it continue that way, knowing that Deen would not thrust ahead in without announcement. Her body had never felt more cared for and attended. With two son showering their care on it, it glowed, making her flavour happier than ever before. It also made the luxurious mother hornier than ever before.

Manya's loins were now in a perpetual discharge mode. The succus always oozed now. Only their vigor was decided by the situation. With sex fully in her mind, she decided to lie down for a while and cool off off. Naked, she slid her juicy torso under the top and tried to slumber. Her hand automatically rested on her kitty-cat mound, the finger's breadth stroking the rim lightly.

In the former way, Deen ranted about as he neared his tierce ejaculation. His stallion bed bed sheet was smeared with cum. In the course of three jerked meat offs, he had visualized his mother's horny soundbox in all possible state of affairs of ravishment, use and abuse. She had screamed and cried in his mental imagery as cock after hammer ploughed into her avaricious puss and hand after hand mauled her well stacked body. His last image of his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched adult female, sprawled naked on the flooring, her font coated with spermatozoan and her aphrodisiac body heaving about wantonly in the final examination stagecoach of climax. Even after ejaculation he could still feel the oddment of the pinch of Manya's fleshy, heated trunk in his palms.

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

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

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

Binu walked into the bedroom calling out for his Mom. He paused for a while at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the sight of his half asleep Mom. The bed tabloid had slipped partly down at her chest, revealing one juicy chest fully. The early one was also exposed fully except for her mamilla. He could make out that his mother had one paw around her lower belly. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully defenseless ”, thought the untried son.

decision making that he had to ignite 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 sonant shock. But her eyes were still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely font, proud of her dish. Instinctively he kissed his mother again on her eyes and trailed his lips down to her cheek."Mom,"he said again in the softest of whispers. Manya opened her eyes slowly and saw Binu's eager face about to kiss her impudence."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him kiss her. Her hand which was around her kitty-cat began its own slow trend in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the boldness and very slowly moved his rim down to her rim for their wonted peck. Coming out of sleep, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to receive her son's sassing. Binu accepted her offer eagerly. female parent and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her spit into Binu's mouth in a probationary exploration. It was the offset time that they had an explorative buss. Binu felt his body turn hot and Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose high to dispatch the kiss in comfort. In the cognitive process, the bed sheet slipped right off her dresser, baring both her big breasts to her son. Binu's eyes popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right breast. He had established his right to draw and caress her breasts when exposed and he utilized this chance. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her right breast. Manya kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed, her hand delving into her moist puss under the binding. Even as her foreplay rose, she couldn't help marveling at the informality and skill with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the Saame clip. He seemed an excellent kisser. The twin insistence were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already damp, began to advance in oestrus. She realized the penury to regain some motherly sanity. She removed her wet back talk from her son's backtalk and sat back with a pant. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's eyes, continuing his breast caress for another ten seconds.

"Mom, the sartor Abdul and his son have come to see you,"announced Binu, giving his female parent's breast a concluding, soft squeeze.

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

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

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

Taking one net look at his Mom's au naturel form, Binu was convinced that his mother was indeed naked under the bed sheet of paper. He left the way, allowing Manya to dress out up.

The dressing up was quick 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 angelical old man. Manya felt very well-heeled with him. It was when she entered the living country that both Deen and Manya got a jounce. Deen because of his Mom's bare 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 vitrine. Three male person eyes looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained boob swaying sexily with each step. Deen left them and went to his room. But he took up a position at the keyhole to peep on his Mom with the tailor. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be busy for at least another half hour.

Manya made some initial small talk with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly xviii year old. He was a slim down lad with incisive eyes and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every time her breasts heaved during the public lecture. She also noticed that the lad's heart remained fixed on her huge, exposed diaphragm when he was not staring at her melon. Abdul then took mensuration for her blouse. His son noted down while the father called out. The watching Deen saw his female parent raise both her helping hand for Abdul to measure her dresser. His dick shot to attention yet again as the mag tape encircled her to the full breast and jerked difficult whenever Abdul's knuckles pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw Abdul's hired hand graze his mother's erect teat on two occasions.

Manya on her part allowed the job to go on. The tape graced her axillary fossa, back, arms, shoulders and cervix. When it came to the cervix, she indicated to Abdul to lower the neck by a few inches. Abdul brought the mag tape with his ovolo well past the mid point of his beautiful customer's ripe segmentation and held it for a consequence. Manya nodded with a scintillation in her optic and Abdul read out the measurement for his stupid son to jot down.

The old seamster then gave the taping to his understudy son for taking the underskirt measurement. Deen was startled. Manya herself didn't expect it but was apathetic to the change. Kneeling down to front her aphrodisiacal waist, the lad encircled the lush ass of the housewife with the tape and called out the size. Deen found the kid's reading out his Mom's ass size a very hasten and wild act. He kept clutching his aching dick and peeped on as the boy circled the magnetic tape around his Mom's yummy waistline above the belly button.

"Lower,"he heard his Mom say."office the magnetic tape where I am wearing the underskirt now. Yes… That's the comfortable position ”.

The horny wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her sarcoid humbled abdomen for a few seconds as he read out her final exam measurement. She gasped and that made the youngster look up into her case, past her full cleavage, his face inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her optic away from the boy. The sudden tremble which went up her body betrayed her arousal. The male parent and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's body as her watching, turned on son jerked off for the quarter sentence since the morning.

It was while they were leaving and Manya was closing the room access that Deen saw and heard Binu bound into the living area. Binu had missed the scene where Manya was measured up at leisure and that was why he showed a bit of surprisal at the redden 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 tabular array. Deen kept observing the occasional manner in which his younger pal kept caressing Manya's waist all the way to the table.

The three of them finished a dear meal. While Binu was eager to run out for his cricket his brother and mother were horny and restless. Manya was horny because of the immense stimulation caused by Deen's massage and the Revelation of Saint John the Divine that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt keen in the company of her Son, tight and more secure than ever before. She was also confident that every act of theirs was out of pure love. Even the lust was love driven. Being a love starved woman with a sex starved body, this aid from her Logos made her glad. It also made her extremely horny. All the caressing and pawing by Binu stirred up her juices and left her craving for the real act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his mother was feeling horny. It showed in her body language. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him to visualize the itchy pussy nestled between those splendid thigh. He noticed short beading of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eyes showed a distracted look. Deen realized a phase had come where he communicated with her bodily needs very directly. He could sense when she needed a fucking just as surely as he could smell out when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a trade good fucking.

Both female parent and son were prosperous. The answer to their spirit came in the form of a Call from Prem. He called to find out whether they would be keen on a family garment sales agreement in town. Binu had to go for his cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen say Prem that he would be going over to a protagonist's home to hand over some borrowed college assignment. He asked Prem to come over and take his mother to the sale, promising to bring together them within an hour. She smiled to herself at the cerebration of being alone with Prem for at least an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the house with his chum. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's sake. It made him felicitous. The appointed time was six in the even and he had an hour and a one-half to give-up the ghost. The brothers left in dissimilar directions.

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his ducky bookseller's workshop. It was his preferred hunting lieu for his tackiness collection. Literature, ikon, and cassettes - the place had it all and the possessor was a friendly, portly middle aged man. Deen walked into the shop which was wide-cut of single-foot of books and cartridge. The cassettes were all lined up against the wall. But Deen began looking into the book racks. There were four of them and a transit separated each one from the early. A person on this side of the stand could not see the one on the other incline. While Deen started looking into the incest compendium, he suddenly heard a soft discussion from the other side and stiffened when he heard the public figure ‘ Manya ’. He strained his ears to catch the phonation and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a quickening beat, Deen heard on.

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

"Yup, right towards her crotch. I had to hold it back. He must have loved the olfactory modality 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 citation of the dog."Dad went first. By the metre I did it, she was already dripping and squashy. Man, she oozes in gal ”.

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

"You did that ?"ask Salman.

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

"She's crazy Sam. She loves it when I take her like a bitch, on all fours. But adjacent time I'm going to dip my face into her juicy cunt first ”.

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

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

"Oh, she'll take us both easy. You first thrust into her backtalk while I lick her into set. Then we switch."

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

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

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

"Yes it will…,"replied Sam."Any dog will love her aroma. And Manya will take it. I know for certainly she'll jazz it too. She's nutcase for cock in any manakin ”.

"shtup, god dam jade ”, hissed Salman."This talk of the town is making me horny Sam."

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

"stomach ! My goodness. I can't take aim this anymore. I need to either fuck or jerk off. Let's get the Hades out of here ”.

The bedaze Deen heard his two acquaintance rush out of the store. Their public lecture and the Revelation about his Mom's doggie dangerous undertaking shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme horniness and everlasting degeneracy injected a fresh undulation of voyeuristic frisson in him. Their talk of the town of performing a terzetto with his mother with the possibility of the dog joining in took his vision to the highest conceivable level. In a way he knew such a matter had to be around the corner. His dick ached and strained against his pants and he kept clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had just transpired. He regretted having left the park early that dawning. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

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

What was happening in the house was totally in tune with Deen's expectations. The bit the horny Manya opened the door to let Prem in ; the youngster immediately understood her land. There was no word exchanged for the next 15 mo. They rushed into the dear elbow room which was Deen's sleeping room and the two hot bodies entwined and mated with animal hunger and vigour. Manya moaned without a break as the youngster's paw mauled her rosehip, boob, stomach and second joint with a continuity that raised her heated body to stunning degree of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each early like perfect body fellow. Manya lifted her long legs and wrapped them around Prem's hips as he pumped hotly in and out of her boiling, adulterous pussy. Each prison term 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 fiend that could die for cock. Prem rammed his pecker into her greedy cunt and Manya's clasping slit brawniness propelled him into initiating sharp violent thrusts which made the voluptuous lady of the house's body shake. Her bosom shook like two beautiful ripe mango tree on a branch. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking delight. His cock made squashy phone as it pumped the hell out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping puss. The accumulate horniness of the sex starved wife found violent expression as her hips rose in rhythm method of birth control to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his backrest and urged him,"nooky me Prem. Fuck me hard and inscrutable. Aaaaaaaahh…."her voice trailed as Prem proceeded to give her pussy an absolute fucking. Manya gasped with each strong virgule and moaned with each full hug of her tits. Her body had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her untried lover sweated profusely and the effort flew from Prem's hair to spray her face. Manya's face assumed distort expressions of rob lust. She was being balled by her favorite lover and she gave herself in completely to his inviolable work force and inviolable dick. Her insides were being ravaged with brute consistency. The walls of her cunt were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into mush by Prem's cannon like thrusts. She was gradually reaching yet another head 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 cervix. Prem held his ally's horny female parent by her ample pelvis as she clung to him and rammed his final thrusts before spurting out hotly into her open cunt. Their reciprocal coming lasted a broad two transactions. Manya's fertile pussy was flooded with innumerable spurts of her young buff's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to release him. His pecker turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like dearest tunnel.

Manya loved the feeling and as if to forbid him from turning away, she lifted her head teacher and kissed him on the lips, long and late. She used her entire backtalk on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful mother's mouth. Their sass and glossa remained locked for a entire five instant, during which fourth dimension they slurped and slurped on each former's juices. Occasional gasps and mutter escaped the mouth of the lusty lady of the house as she succeeded in keeping her Whitney Moore Young Jr. lover's dick firmly lodged in her fresh sleep with cunt. Taking her lips slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's eyes. Prem, on his office, looked deeply into Manya's centre. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The impatience on her fount had vanished and was replaced by a lovely glow in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her heart. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that stance for another five minutes. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual bout was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his chamber windowpane, through a gap in the pall. And he was a violent, jerk, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his mother and best acquaintance remained entwined. His female parent's thighs were spread and still wrapped around Prem's hips. Their belly were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty titty. Manya's feet pressed into Prem's naked buttocks. Their faces were a short apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful face around her cheeks, ear and nose, occasionally tracing channel 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 replete chest. She felt very close to him. He seemed to eff and handle for her. Her view went to the fact that he was Deen's age. It thrilled her to realize that boys her son's age found her so worthy. She smiled happily to herself and her persuasion suddenly turned towards the one aspect that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she'd ask Prem.

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

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

The act made Manya's eubstance shake up warmly. His dick was still buried in her imbue pussy, at about three quarters of its full length. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband's organ. Readjusting her coxa to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a piffling concern about Deen."She of course did not have sex that her son Deen was listening to the integral talking and was listening with enraptured attending now that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his pinna and laughed lightly to himself at the sentiment of his au naturel, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his salutary Friend while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

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

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

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

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

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

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

"Now why would he establish those urge before you, his female parent, aunty Manya ”, asked Prem.

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

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

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

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

"Please turn back that for a minute Prem, I'm quite sober about Deen ”, urged the horny woman of the house, her voice trying to stifle the gasp that escaped when Prem bit her nipple.

"Ok, Aunt Manya,"said Prem in a decisive pure tone and tried to go up from her body.

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

"Department of Energy he jack off like all healthy son and discuss girls,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes."You are his best acquaintance, tell me ”.

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

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

Prem kissed her frontal bone and cupped her face in his hired hand saying,"No guy would need to look at or hash out girls when you are in the planetary house, aunt Manya ”.

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

"I'm grievous auntie Manya. When he can ogle this gorgeous body entirely day, why would he postulate another female child ? Besides, which girl has your ripe, wholesome body ?"

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

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

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

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

"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 undulation of quiver into the housewife's body. She felt her puss walls try to clasp at his trucking rig erect tool wedged inside her. She felt wild.

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

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

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

"DOE Mom turn you on so much Deen"she asked, as if talking to Deen.

"Yes Mom. You turn me on more than any girl I met. You are the sexiest animate being I know,"replied Prem. Both began to roleplay along now.

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

Outside the windowpane, Deen felt like his egg were going to explode. This had crossed his fantastic imagination. It was the wildest convergence of the mutual horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving expression to it in the stern, most erotic manner potential. She was fucking his considerably ally as a replacement. His mother was crossing the hold out frontier towards incest. But the not bad thing about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the voyeur loved it all the more. More than fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his mother talk about fucking him. It was wilder than the real number affair, at to the lowest degree for him. Rubbing his bursting pecker, he listened on as he heard Prem response in his voice.

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

"Only"?

"No Mom,"your ass, tits, belly, omphalus everything. You are a wet dream. I can work out and fuck every inch of you Mom. You're built for fucking ”, went on Prem, getting aroused by the entirely act.

Manya could now feel Prem's rooster prodding at the wall of her twat in mini thrusts. Her cunt oozed succus and they streamed right out onto her intimate thighs. This was the risky while of lubrication in her sex life. She felt her capitulum become heavy and her eyes were glazed all over with lecherousness. She drew Prem into her even closer, her thighs gripping him hotly. She could now almost see Deen's face in Prem.

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

"will you fuck me next meter you massage me ”, she sobbed. Deen's school principal spun as he heard her. Prem was surprised too at the discovery, but his hawkshaw talked him out of any thinking.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the tool hungry mother, delirious with lust. Her pussycat, thighs and rose hip responded with awakened incestuous vigor. She heaved her coxa upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the young stud. She opened and closed the clutches of her heavy second joint against his hips in a wanton showing of utmost arousal.

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

Deen's principal was reeling and his heart was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to start with. He saw an unruly man, nighttime and powerful, manhandle his beautiful mother, pump into her pussy roughly, mash her fleshy body all over and finally spew his hot cum inscrutable inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't psyche going through it with her son in the house made his ticker musical rhythm faster with the realisation that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. high-risk still, she simply loved getting fucked like a bitch. While on all fours, with the grocer's hard dick pistoning in and out of her horny twat, she hardly looked the loving Mom who cared for him and his trivial brother. Nor did she look like the deep coquette that coaxed and cajoled his shaft into radical intemperate erections with her revealing style of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every inch a horny slut who craved loud and adulterous sex and loved only those things that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his electrical shock turned to awe, his contempt turned to apprehension and his green-eyed monster turned to crave. His young brain related her behavior to the inability and back up behavior of his inebriate father, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and toothsome ravisher like his Mom in his life. The sight of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked royally by a stranger only served to lay down him realize the full moon potential of his beautiful mother's sexuality and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His heart reached out compassionately towards his mother with a soft nook. So did his peter - with a hard on.

Suddenly in one swift move, he clutched his burgeoning cock and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in less than 20 apoplexy - so knock-down was his billow of passion for his sexy Mom. Even after interjection his dick merely registered a suspension but not a sag. He quickly resumed his putz pumping and this time the simulacrum of the grocer balling his prick hungry mother were more intense and telling. With equal vividness he spewed his spermatozoan all around him in the bathroom, gasping at the monolithic foreplay 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 well-chosen. He loved to see her glowing and fulfil. He loved to see her getting fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the living room. He was in time to see his wellspring fucked Mom trudge slowly into the bedroom with just her tenuous blouse on, holding her sheer saree in one hand. Her asscheeks shook and swayed as she walked, making his oral cavity water."Now those full moon cheeks could do with some rasping intervention ”, he empathized. He also wondered how his Mom would assume to a audio spanking by his Dad in causa he found out that his beautiful, desirable married woman was indeed a sex crazed vixen.

Deen moved slowly out of the bathroom and headed for his female parent's chamber. He stopped at the door and soundlessly peeped into the room. Manya had merely spread the transparent down in the mouth saree all over her full physical structure and was lying on her rear. Her script rested just below her abdominal cavity and was occasionally caressing her pussy. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring sound. Her nipples poked mightily out of her still sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the morning's events. She was pleasured no incertitude and also enjoyed it to the hilt. But she couldn't supporter 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 sight."Deen ”, she said loudly.

"Oh yes ”, he must receive finished his bath, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her sari around her well ravished form for about the one-quarter time 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 mile in front of her shapely midriff, six inches below her tantalizing navel, he walked into the way, calling out her name. Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued wearing her sari and completed tucking in the knot and adjusted the front of her saree. The top of her sari 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 part of act as far as her son was concerned and she was quite for sure that it didn't bother Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's plush body with a new sense of appraisal. He now saw her as a overweight aim too, that at times could demand off into uncontrollable and wildly aroused behavior. His center never left her generous hips. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's middle and saw some relief and contentment. Strangely that looks in her eye turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing looking a remarkably arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's case. It was the look of a pertly fucked cleaning lady. A freshly fucked female parent of two offspring and horny sons.

Manya had no time to wash herself and while sitting across the tabular array with Deen, she wondered how her youthful son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his mother was getting mercilessly balled by a unknown. But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie military capability, like a straight cunt. Both Mom and son had sex on their minds when the doorbell rang. It was Binu, her younger son. Manya rose to unfold the door and once again Deen got the prize position of her ass, rolling along with his female parent's whole tone, with each cheek rubbing sexily against the other, with the whole movement clearly discernible through the semifinal transparent sari. Binu gave his impudently fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the doorway. He smothered her still sweaty body with his blazonry and reached out to get his habitual feel of her juicy navel. He was a bit surprise at its moistness. Even her face smelt different when he kissed her buttock. The scent was not just different. It was more exciting. And his dick endorsed his thoughts by pressing hard into his gorgeous Mom's gentle and wide belly. That made Manya constrain a bit but then she had seen his hard-on before and allowed it as part of growing up. What worried her was that Deen showed a mindset different from Binu. He was reticent, flaccid and closed. He was not forcible like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his food for thought right away and gulped it down in less than five arcminute. All three rose after tiffin to turn in for a light afternoon nap. Deen slept in his room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's swaying ass into her room and onto her bed. This was quite pattern for the two. She settled her scantily clad ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her sari fell off her berm but Manya didn't bother to adjust it since she was going to lie down. Her nipples came into clear scene of Binu's eyes and even this was an everyday affair. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may induce had something to do with her body scent he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electricity flowing between them. He reached out as common towards his Mom's fleshy, blanket belly and stroked the flesh lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her lush ass was pressed hard against his genitals. He was wearing just his shorts without any underclothes and this was zip new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his begetter was away and right through the nighttime, he would squeeze her all over, especially her hips, asscheeks and belly. His preferent spot however, was her deep belly button. Manya allowed him to bring around, with the confidence that it was simply a childlike enchantment which he would soon overpower. Play around he did, but quite energetically. He would plant life a serial of wet kiss all around her belly, concentrating on the arena around her bellybutton. He would pick, clout and bungle into that juicy navel, showering all his affection into its enticing depth. He did that all the time, at least twice a day and more if the billet permitted. He would continue his amorous act until he heard his Mom's long and steamy moan. She would not shake him off but it was a betoken to him that her consistence couldn't take it any more.

As a woman starved of caressing, Manya actually enjoyed all this forcible display of harmless affection from her youthful son. There were a few juncture when she was not 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 work it quite freely and even pass water her squeal with his surprise advances on her lush derriere. Gradually she grew to like it, even look forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her sense of being wanted and enhanced her desirability levels. At fourth dimension she suspected him of having definite sexual overtone in his actions. Those were the moments when he would run his finger's breadth up and down her asscrack, give her a big hug from buttocks and a prospicient kiss on her humiliated buttock, dangerously close to her full lips. She would find an inst moistening in her pubes but retrieve quickly enough to dismiss it off as teenaged behavior.

She did at times hope that Binu would not be so brazen and physical with her. After all he was just twelve years old. And he did not worry that his actions were being observed rather curiously by his elder pal Deen. That afternoon, Deen realized that his busty mother had gone to rest without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex sessions with the grocer. Her body must be certainly reeking of the combined body fluids of the dark grocer and his honest mother. He also realized with a pounding heart that her unwashed pussy must be still nestling a upright amount of his copious emission. He marveled at her conduct and attitude and was wondering how favorable Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right field after her torrid session. picayune did he hump that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to revel in her unlawful pleasance for as long as she could, deriving the level best gratification from life's little adventures.

Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to visit one of his classmate and he looked into his Mom's sleeping accommodation to inform her. This time he stood still in astonishment. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her coxa with his justly leg thrown across them. Her saree rode right above her thigh, displaying their ample well curved shape and the garment stopped just a couple of in below her pussy sass. He couldn't see the sassing but Binu's sleeping flesh fully embraced his mother, with his dick thrusting through his boxershorts just at the top of her ample, exposed thighs. Manya's belly and navel were fully desolate and heart-to-heart. The sari around her waistline had dipped to extra low point in the trend of her sleep. There was just a 4 column inch concealment of veer garment above her pussy. Every other in of her delectably fleshy midsection lay open like a wellspring laid out fiesta. Binu's head was buried in her full bosom, his horn in dig right into her creamy cleavage. Both were numb and the pose, supposedly a female parent son sleeping posture, looked anything but non sexual. Incredibly it was absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu's insistent fondling and navel necking, Manya was never subjected to any sexual encroachment. At least not from Binu. But looking at them lying in secretive trades union, Deen felt that companion tug in his bulwark. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their manifest serenity and calm. His horny Mom, after her torrid piece of ass had shifted gears and was lying semitrailer nude in her 12 class old son's sleepy embrace with his promontory nuzzling her melon like breasts, his dick pressed against her genitals and with his peg drawing her full pelvic arch into himself in a possessive handgrip. The sight was beautiful, strangely erotic and spoke of the absolutely physical distribution channel of communication which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to disturb their bliss, he left the room and house and walked across to his classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her lucullan body. 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 to the full hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the genitive clutch of her younger son on her almost nude person body, she wriggled her pelvis slightly and wondered as to why her married man didn't display this layer of physical proximity. Slowly she moved Binu's leg away and tried to jump. She felt Binu's arm encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up. She found him very cute, even though his work force encircled her lower belly, just a few inches above her bush. She looked down to find that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her crotch hair with her entire body above and below fully exposed. A rush blastoff through her lusty body as the naughty, exhibitionistic side of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's drowsy bobby pin, she moved out of the bed into the bathroom. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of handout all over her dead body. She reached out for the manus cascade to wash her interior after peeing, but suddenly for some reason, she placed the hand shower back and allowed herself to rest unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remnants of her mind blowing two shag sequence latterly that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to impose his friend Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to recreate his daily evening cricket. She hoped Deen would develop an involvement in athletics like Prem and build his physique too. Manya wished her Word were also lithe, strong and well built like Prem. Binu had voltage but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making coffee bean the aroused homemaker smacked her sass and looked at herself. Her apparel were still crumpled and her hair quite disheveled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip ivory since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed wrinkles, giving those buttock a well fondled outer appearance. Manya's ass globes twitched at the much thought. The grocer's caressing had been carnal and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but clamant squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting nothing in return, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's female person friend openly admired her ass and even made their jealousy obvious. They said it was extra fully, jiggly and could drive a saint to intimate madness with their high salary increase bounce. She tended to agree with them. Her buttock did flame up out disproportionately from her rather ample hips and what made the ass more prominent was her foresightful and flawless waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unequaled gift. Her waist and ass fed off each other's glory. Manya felt rather proud of her rear asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the onlooker's eye through her belly and hips. And she did that with a vengeance. She was a fine opus of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Midway through her coffee berry making she heard the doorbell ring again. Feeling no evident threat to her under dressed coming into court since husband was due only after half past six, she shifted her voluptuous consistence across to reply the door, with her odd hand again fingering her slit mound up to the last instant. On opening the door she saw her cousin-german Dan's Brobdingnagian form with the arrogant look. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one metre supposed to get hitched with Dan but considered him too crude and arrogant. The arrogance came from his wealth but he did not acquire class along with his wealth. Now years later, with her new plant fascination for crudity, the Same Dan began to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's heart swept over her sexily attired variant and rested right hand between her thighs. His heart practically bore into that fleshy junction, lapping up the alien sight of her dark bush and the arousing ‘ V'which formed itself whenever Manya kept them together. He simply lusted after his cousin Manya and made no closed book of his craving. Overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his betterment and began to give in - discretely to begin with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his massive arms enveloping her body fully. She could feel her big breasts getting crushed against his broad chest and her shake up trunk started giving in. Suddenly she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for her, Dan had the horse sense to remove, but even he could finger a difference in her body odour. Not only was Manya's body riper since his last visit, but she felt and smelled unlike. But he liked the departure. Within ten min Binu entered the room in his cricket gear and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visit were always surprise visit and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive gifts and goody. After coffee tree, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The moment the door clicked shut, Manya felt a strong duad of manpower dragging her backwards in a half mauling and one-half grabbing grip. It was a familiar traction and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six month gap, his pent up lustfulness for his sexy cousin salvo out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her hips. It lay in a good deal on the floor and Dan stared at the ripe and aphrodisiacal dead body of his lovely cousin. Her monumental buttocks, her generous hips and the overall flesh feast which seemed to be aching for his heat up touch proved too very much for him and he simply hurried her into the sleeping room and made her lie on her back, right on her married bed. Manya's second joint facing pages in automatic rifle reply and she reached out to absent Dan's trousers. They were down in a jiffy and Dan wasted no time in placing his rigid 8 inch dick at the entranceway of his cousin's hot kitty. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delicious unveiling. The thrusts began in a becalm momentum, with their missionary flair sex act enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lecherousness aroused, beautiful cheek. He simply adored his sexy cousin-german and hated it when she married her weakly interacting massive particle of a husband. That washy, pot bellied drunkard was a gross mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The thought made his already blood engorged peter pounding in further stimulation and he thrust deeper into her ever will cunt, reaching depths that were not reached in a long, long sentence. There was no talk of the town between the two. Their dead body met and their eyes also met in the course of instruction of this searing union. Her face shifted to different stage of luxuria in tune with his steadily pistoning cock, while his nerve got wilder and wilder, as if a caged tiger had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated eubstance to eminent leg of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding dick rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet snatch in lengthy squirt of manly seed. Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in delirium during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an explosive climax with the twofold triggers ignited. Gasping and feeling her bitch spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her cunt still exerted move back pressing on his slowly deflating putz until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving recollective and recondite kisses all over her sweat covered expression. Manya suddenly felt a tingle as his hands came off her chest of drawers, releasing his frailty like traction on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they always acted on first sight whenever he came home. No words were spoken. It was simpleton, plainly pumping and Holy Writ would follow later. And apt Dan, he always chose the metre when Desh was out of the business firm to earn his entry. Of form, Dan would be staying over in the night and also having a drink with Desh.

With the flurry of the first fuck with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously wicked delight all over her body. It was the third gear time she got get laid that day and what she loved most was that all succus were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a beauty enriching glow on an otherwise calm and pretty grimace. Not bothering to put on her saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to take a shit some Sir Thomas More coffee for them. As she waited for the coffee to warm up, her manus again drifted towards her just fucked snatch. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the juice mixture in her pussy to spread all over her delicate fingers. She loved the feel of her cunt when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the simply time she tried to make Desh eat her pussy by spreading dear all over her chthonic region and dragging his head into her crotch. Quite to her surprisal and alarm, Desh had recoiled and snarled at her, calling her a pervert. She didn't try it again, not with her husband at least.

As she was pouring the java into two cup, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude. She gave him a arch grin when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's eyes once again focused straight on her bodacious stern and this clock time certain softheartedness overcame him as he reached down to softly massage and cup it.

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

He kneaded her magnificent, heavy tooshie for nearly a minute, kissing her earlobes while doing so. Manya loved being held from derriere. Her unhurt body responded to rise up caresses and rear initiative almost naturally. Maybe that was one grounds why she found it difficult to ward off Binu's continuous assaults on her ass. That was one zone she had no ascendency over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's dick slowly wardrobe against her naked asscheeks. A throb began all over her torso, which gained in intensity when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen table. His now erect dick was probing her full and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a lapin would depend for its hole. Manya was wet in no metre again. It was her pussycat drip that drew his hard again turncock towards it like a flesh magnet. Suddenly cock met bitch and the humping began. Dan's paw now fully cupped a bent Manya's chest while his steely putz carried off from where it left her muggy twat a niggling while ago. His harmonium stroked deeply and deeper into the horny mother's cunt, making her principal bound off the mesa with each virgule. The incursion was a great deal profoundly due to the crouch posture and the push were tenacious due to the foremost surge of crave having already been extinguished during their first ass. It was a prospicient, tiresome and more delicious mating, but absolutely physical in nature. It was the mating of two bodies that were impost designed for fucking each other. His six infantry broad framing mounting her five foot seven inches of adulterous voluptuousness. The adultery added to the hotness of their passion and the passion of their coition made the kitchen put off wag vigorously. strait of their loud fucking mingled with the sounds of woods trembling.

It was initially the strait of wood that made Deen discard the master room access and paseo around the house to the kitchen to see if there was any problem. As he approached, he could also listen the loud grunt of a man and the uninterrupted moans of a cleaning lady. He could recognize the moans of his horny mom but was concerned about the male grunts. It was certainly not his Father-God's and that too at this metre of the day. If his father fucked his mom during latterly afternoon even once a month, then she would not induce to look at alternative cock in life, he reasoned. Having eliminated that option, he peered through the kitchen window and was greeted by the most arousing sight of his life.

His prat naked mother was bent over the kitchen table with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick turncock in and out of her sloppy cunt like a car. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every severe stroke Dan gave into her lewdly presented cunt. Bent like a bitch, she was taking it from behind and screaming her lusty approving every metre a thrust found its butt. The strait were squishy with intermittent slaps reverberating through the kitchen each time Dan's musket ball slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood fascinated again with his bridge player taking its inevitable route to his tool bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing penis. With every CVA of Dan into Manya's wetly receptive snatch, her son stroked his dick, matching Dan virgule for fortuity. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his mother's lust. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's glaze face, marveling at the sexual energy it carried.

"nooky her well, Uncle Dan ”, he muttered to himself as he pumped away at his hawkshaw vigorously."give her a sound fucking ”, he kept muttering throughout his full-blooded frig.

Dan and Deen came together, the former into the wanton pussy of Deen's mother and the latter into lose weight air, with just one drop getting splattered on the kitchen windowpane pane. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit sight he had been witness to, trying to absorb the day's events. Two different guys 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 couple five minutes before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A single day, Deen had witnessed the utter depravity of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's upshot, the more obsessed he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristic way. The blood surged in his dick at the thought process of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The raft of her pink, throbbing slit getting a hammer in the most disgrace stance filled his mind with the unadulterated emotions of empathy for a lady of the house in penury. He began to relate to her more than and more and even thought that he may wish to facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her knowledge so that he could watch and whoop it up in the absolutely awesome way in which she received unvoiced cock.

With these thoughts floating in his judgement, he rang the doorbell. Manya opened the doorway herself and gave him a remarkably fresh grinning. His eye took in her lusty phase which looked even more sybaritic than ever before. Her cheek was brighter than when he left her and her walking was a lot lazier and provocative. Her slower steps imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to her wide and fleshy hips, which were rather inadequately covered again by the same sheer blue sari, which had the privilege of hugging her full, well fucked body through different stages of her illegitimately additional sexual day today. He could give bid a million dollar to have that saree after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the aroma of that aphrodisiac saree for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's fetich and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realize that her adultery had won her an immediate well-wisher 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 support elbow room sofa to recognise his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the sleeping room and followed her with his heart until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two pairs of eye went uncoiled towards her hips. Deen saw that she had put on her albumen underskirt under the blasphemous saree and immediately understood that it was clock time for his Dad to arrive. The sari however was still well below her plentiful bellybutton and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally have a bathroom and cleanse herself of the signs of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in to a lesser extent than 30 minutes and acknowledged Dan's presence with a cursory hello. In a near demure way, Manya served snacks and coffee for all. Only Deen could feel her inner wickedness and he loved her for feeling that way. That naughtiness was going to be the beginning of his erotic living.

In less than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottle of scotch brought by Dan. Desh drank at double the pace of Dan and Dan made no attack to match the alcoholic Desh. Instead his looking always traveled towards Manya's ass and knocker whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his room to read but kept peeping into the living way where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the minute of arc. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to limit his beverage and Dan nodded, winking at the Lapplander metre. His pal Binu also entered the house and a quick dinner followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not necessitate to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual substitution were conducted with total consensus and understanding and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to sleep. Though drunk, Desh hugged his wife and asked her to hail to the bedroom, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his way for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An time of day later, he heard a rustle and peered from one corner of his bed tack towards where his parents log Z's, ensuring that he did not move. Desh was in a randy mood and he had already stripped the clothes off his sexy wife. Manya's evenhandedly and throbbing organic structure glistened in the partial darkness as her drunken hubby began pawing her breasts roughly with both his hired man, after positioning himself above her lying flesh. Manya surrendered with some level of expectation. Deen could make out his female parent's naked glory in the semifinal dark and mysterious suck auditory sensation of his Dad suckling his mother's full breasts like a small fry could also be heard. Manya's moans were to a greater extent out of irritation than arousal and Deen could do that out in a mo. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw it. Desh didn't vex to learn whether his son was gone and Manya of course was totally unconcerned either way. In less than a minute after some hasten foreplay, Desh mounted his naked wife with his son peering in curiosity just a few fundament away from them. Deen couldn't make out the dimensions of his Father of the Church's dick, but he saw him try out some forceful effort which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his oversexed Mom had just begun to moan in arousal. It was all over in a minute. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife quivering in thwarted nakedness. Manya continued to lie naked on her back, hands buried deep into her dripping snatch and she may have thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not have been more than awake and alive to the needs of his beautiful mother. However he had to simply bear on watching and stroking his dick while his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her check on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's event. She strode right on out of the room in slow deliberate steps, stark nude and without a care in the domain. Her unspecific pelvic girdle and sarcoid behind were silhouetted erotically in the extra dim light while her raw breasts shone in splendor every time some reflected light from the open air window bounced off them. She was a stunner in distress and she happened to be his own mother. The knockout was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her married man's limp peter could only manage to stoke her hunger ardor. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her lush, naked frame of reference disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin to arrive. An hr later, Manya stumbled into the bedroom and Deen watched his wellspring fucked mom slip naked right under the bed sheet. What a day it had been for the turned on housewife. And she slept with her hand still caressing her kitty pitcher's mound and remained in that naked, curl posture until she awoke.

Manya awoke world-class next morning and started it as usual with her morning newsflash for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the independent door dressed just in the Same blue transparent sari without any underskirt or blouse. The twenty dollar bill five year old stud milkman was caught unawares by this wanton presentation. Her au naturel boobs showed clearly in all their glory and her ass was improve than fully naked. It was just a flimsy, sheer piece of cloth pretending to cover her voluptuous torso and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few moment. She gathered the milk and turned around to reveal the awesome aura of her full ass to the domain of one wide-cut minute. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to begin coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that single saree on her well ravished consistence. Dan had fucked his horny full cousin in every conceivable posture the old night and together they came at to the lowest degree five times. It would take been a day of marathon fucking for any other womanhood, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit heavy in the hip as if some nimiety lecherousness still lingered in that well stacked physical structure. She suddenly heard a soft rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's young and cheerful font. He had a packet of milk in his hands and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the back entrance, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached out to take the packet. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this fall, the macho-man tried to arrest the falling lady and he held out both his palms, in the process ending up with both her full, almost naked breasts in his men. Manya felt bolts of electricity shoot through her pap as he straightened her. His custody were still on her heaving boobs and he made no effort to slay them. Manya too did not say a word but stood still, allowing the minute to have over. There she stood, naked for all purposes, a steamy housewife early in the morning, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's hands began to knead and pressure slowly, bringing life history into those hummock and wave of pleasure into Manya's luxuria triggered body. The saree was fighting a drop off battle and slowly fell right off her articulatio humeri, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an column inch above her scrub, which was clearly visible through the treacherous blue saree. Manya stood still as the juvenility kept one hand in caressing motion on her pull up stakes breast while he ran the compensate one all over her waist, coxa, and belly and poked into her navel. His hard fingers reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding his head in her hand and bringing it down for a hot, long and tongue tying candy kiss. His vernal passion and the mischief of the early dawn snap on her glowing skin may hold forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The Young milkman understood the lady's state of matter and without any further delay, he placed the aroused, almost nude housewife on the threshold of her kitchen with her head inside, leaving her fleshy, resplendent and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and open, with her knees kneeling outside the threshold. The stud placed himself right behind her succulent ass and gave some readying squeezes to those quivering globes o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the positioning brought about the torpid luxuria in her like no other military strength. She rotated her ass provocatively like a cunt in heating system and almost mewled in arousal as his firm, young dick began examining its entry itinerary into that seething cunt. A sudden thrust ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its speed and vigor. Then thrust after thrust followed at lightning speed, almost akin to a dog mating its bitch in the top of the conjugation time of year. Her sheer sari was bunched up around her hips and his hands reached out to maul her swinging titty with the vim of an athlete. It was the sort of knocker 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 coerce stifling of her belly laugh drove his passion to further heights as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable topographic point lent a licentious charge to both and more so in Manya's case. She continued to enjoy the furiously step 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 physical structure. But deep within, her pubes, kitty bud and walls screamed in delight at this special throbbing in the special place, right on the doorstep.

Her audio were only too familiar to her son Deen. Being an other riser pipeline himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan's room for a peep. Not finding her there, he thought that she may have decided to take her long postponed bath. Seeing even the john empty, he followed the sound that he began to discover and walked right into the kitchen. The animalistic fucking of his beautiful female parent by another stranger did not surprise him, but the bow-wow fashion adopted yet again and the kick like body language of his well stacked Mom during her licentious inter-group communication stunned him. He gaped in amazement and rising lust from behind the icebox as his lovely mother gave herself to this stranger like a wanton bitch in the wee hours of the morning. The studhorse shot his payload, Manya screamed her way to her sexual climax and Deen muffled his own moans as he shot a huge load of sperm onto the refrigerator side. He saw the milkman put his peter away even as his well fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare floor out-of-doors, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen storey. The threshold supported her aphrodisiacal waistline as she lay spread-eagle, breathing heavily from the travail. Her face wore a grinning of expiation and prevarication in hat affectedness, with the onionskin saree still bunched up around her coxa, she looked a reliable slut. Deen found this slut tone in his female parent as being ethereal and closer to nature and truth.

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

female parent Manya on the former hand rose and steadied herself by holding the threshold. She kept the saree bunched around her hip with her left hired man holding the garment around her crotch region. She looked a ravishing pile as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big form of Dan.

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

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

Manya simply allowed Dan to acquit on leading her till they reached the dining tabular array. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her good ass and laid her, back down on the table. Manya let him recumb her head and back while he had her thighs and legs stretched out of the board. He drew her shapely thighs around his pelvic girdle 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 boundary of the dining table, with her cousin's tool already testing her snatch entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the hips, and continued to rest wordless as he lifted her stage and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their bodies so close to each other that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this place ?"

"Yes dearest. I have to go away by the 8 am flight and you look eminently fuckable this morn. What has come over you ?"

"Just fuck me now darling cousin. We'll lecture later,"whispered the ever lustful housewife.

In that familiar view, the two of them had a long, leisurely fuck, driven by some assurance that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious billet. They fucked and fucked, for ten long minutes with his hired man squeezing and un squeezing her charged up hips and his palm tree occasionally rising to cup and knead her vibration breasts. They looked great together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual wafture, beads of sweat decorating both their faces. The beast bent to kiss his mantrap for one last time that day. The ravisher accepted his post assault candy kiss with smiling amorousness. Five instant later she detached herself from his clasp, letting her legs cliff down but still spread out them lewdly on the board. Dan bent and placed a foresighted, lingering osculation, right on her pussy, making her gasp and moan all over again.

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

Chapter 7

Manya's sunup had got off to a rousing beginning with two acme turn of sex. One was voiceless and libertine with a young he-man, while the early was a gradual, mutually seeking lovemaking devising session with her cousin-german. The kickshaw of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zone, which was her hips and ass package. The integral mass of flesh was damp from exertion and semen. Her crotch and inner thighs were completely unenviable and an oozing path had formed right down to her knee. Her pussycat had been pulverized since the previous first light by four different men and she was feeling full-of-the-moon down there as if it were a depositary of sperm cell, of the dry, semi dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all form. The voluptuous mother of two sons felt deliciously juicy all over and her body ached Sir Thomas More out of gratifying impulses rather than any fatigue. Two volatile shtup in half an time of day between quarter to six and quarter past tense six in the morning was a dream for any 30 six year old woman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply hornlike as Manya.

She heard no audible sounds of movement in the mansion other than Dan in his bathroom and he would leave any minute now for his escape. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her pussy, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after load of come deposit. She began to wish this stickiness because it made her experience very sexy and did not countenance her to take her mind off sex. Of late she hated to believe of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must clean up for the new day. Lying au naturel on her dining board with a somewhat gratify glow all over her soundbox, she kept smiling to herself with her hand around her pussy hammock, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to have it the most. Her famous blue devil sari was lying on a chair next to the table and her eyes fell on it. That brought her out of her air castle and suddenly the tote up lewdness of her present DoS struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right hand on her pussycat hammock, she picked up her saree and threw as much of it around her as possible without any erosion convention, almost like she was throwing a bed sheet around herself. But this being a lot more transparent than a bed plane, her full phase of the moon and glowing body still stood magnificently revealed. Her well molded and well caressed boob jiggled with every aphrodisiacal step she took towards her chamber. Her paseo was sheer erotic poetry in motion and befitted the light touch of a skipper artist. Her body was more or less covered but the careless way in which she draped the saree left her entire creamy back outdoors right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitant or viewer at that time. Two of the visitors had already fucked her half way to heaven. But she was untimely about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth saccade off in the crapper and came out of the bathroom and prepared to go to his room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't infliction to upset his snoring father. He looked at him and felt almost sorry for him. He felt sorry for his mother too, but there was a conceptual shift in his thought in each case. He tiptoed out of the elbow room rather casually but stooped dead in his cart track just one step out of the door. What he saw in the living elbow room shocked the smoke out of him. His lovely Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman former that good morning was bidding farewell to her cousin and his uncle. It was the method of farewell that was unique for his adolescent eyes. They were both at the main doorway and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping her face fully and lavishing her nerve and eyes with tenacious wet buss. Manya kept purring and returning his buss with her very own juicy unity. Hiding behind the drape, Deen peeped at the licentious couplet with a pounding heart. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most farcical fashion, concealing her in function and revealing her in other contribution. From his angle, he could make out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's hands crept up his mother's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a draw near romantic way. Her face was still on his font in a sybaritic, farsighted glossa exploration, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's tool to yet another state of right-down hardness. Something similar must consume happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her knees, the natural action causing her saree to fall right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in movement of Dan at their independent doorway, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan gum something as his horny mother quickly brought out his cock and gulped it with a greedy moan. For the next few bit 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 speed and his stroking followed case. Deen suddenly looked back in warning signal at his sleeping father when he heard a oink from him. Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the adulterous sight in the living elbow room, only to see his Mom's school principal going up and down at unwarranted fastness and his uncle's paw clutching her hair's-breadth and head in a strong, passionate adhesive friction. The whole sight was supremely erotic right up to the moment of Dan's huge release. Deen saw the gradual slowing of Manya's question over his uncle's instrument accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his female parent's lovely calamitous haired drumhead. The grip was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, naked cousin to her animal foot and looked at her grimace which was well covered with his cum. Her mouth, lips, nose and buttock were coated thickly with his seed and she looked fondly into his heart. Some spurts had also landed on her beautiful long whisker above her forehead. Their mouths met again for yet another abstruse candy kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trousers and secured his belt mumbling out a salutary bye during the candy kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the main door to leave, but after unfastening the door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging first cousin for one last passionate candy kiss. Deen saw Uncle Dan snog his nude statue mother at the one-half open door. The sight made him shake hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would infix the house. The final exam buss between the fully dressed man and the fully naked woman of the house lasted one full minute before the almost open chief threshold. It was broken only by the sound of a car emerging out of the neighbour's mansion. Manya shut the door on her first cousin hurriedly and grabbed her sari in the Saame motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm system. Seeing the planetary house rather quiet, she sighed in respite and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the idea of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her intention and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the lavatory and locked himself in. A few minutes later he pretended to flush the privy and walked out of the toilet as if he had just finished.

He looked into the room and experienced yet another surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up posture 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 sheet very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping dead body as was apparent from the outline she made. Deen saw her gamy sari lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a start when he realized that his mom was naked under the covers and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained dead body around his sleeping father and had already begun to doze. The imaginativeness was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful mother's foxiness and sheer abandonment. She knew that her son would emerge from the bathroom but didn't care. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin a toothsome, wholesome blowjob early in the morning followed by extra passionate parting buss in naked wildness before a half open main threshold. If it wasn't for the sound of the car, they might have grabbed another immobile screw, felt Deen. By now he had come to require the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could make been the afterglow of two resounding fucking and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep for a full 60 minutes, cuddling her naked, well used organic structure up to her gravid quiescence hubby. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her hips away from him and looking into his eyes. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she was more habitual to his maze and oath. Heart leaping with a surge of joy, she leaned her question forward to kiss him on his sassing. Desh wasn't much of a kisser and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The normally reluctant husband allowed his wife to strike over, but only for a while. For a full two minutes, Manya licked and sucked her hubby's lips and tongue, tracing wet personal credit line all over his impertinence too. Desh felt a charge run through his body as he realized that his beautiful married woman tasted strange and different. He felt her titty under the piece of paper and encountered their naked glory. He gave a couple of quick squeezing which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to coax an erection out of him showtime thing in the morning. He also knew that she liked to catch some Z's defenseless after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their dark's love making. But the here and now his married woman reached below to cup his clump 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 mainsheet to get disarranged from Manya's soaker body and the entire right side of her body, from her soft toe upwards, past her ample thigh, one full chest and half her neck opening lay exposed to delectable showing. Manya didn't make an feat to cover her side fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

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

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

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

"Ohhh !"sighed Manya in some frustration as she watched her hubby make a relocation into the toilet. Her ripe side of meat was still exposed and naked as Desh closed the room access without even a glance at the tantalizing form of his nude sculpture married woman under the covers.

Still lying wild, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her entrust hand moved slowly beneath the cover version to cup her mound and a slow, involuntary caress began of her cum rained cunt. She could herself feel the strong odor of her ravished, unwashed body. The odour did not push back her. If anything she wanted it to mess about as long as potential, even on this new day.

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

"goodness sunrise and Happy Holi to you too dear ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her exposed commonwealth and still letting her hidden left hand caress her pussy. The precipitousness of her son's incoming and his participation with the vacation diverted Manya's attention to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As he did every morning, he bent forward to snog his female parent on the cheek and due to the holiday happiness, his osculation was longer and louder, making a smacking sound on her rosy nerve. She had massaged her cousin Dan's cum into her cheeks and with her son's entire right osculation on them, she experienced a jerk cryptical inside her which brought a fresh wave of juices into her loins and onto her caressing fingers. Her left hand continued to fondle her wet pussy under the covers as she returned Binu's buss with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some admirer's place for celebrating and won't be back until belated afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, half seeking her permission. His hand sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his luscious mother's exposed organic structure this slope of the concealment. His boyish eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and instead of kneading his favorite ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's exposed side fully and rushed out of the bedroom after another peck on her 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 stock form through her voluptuous torso at a suddenly enhanced gait. She didn't even realize it but her bridge player continued to caress her pussy, as it did, right through the brief conversation with her minuscule son.

Manya went into the sewer naked the bit her husband came out and proceeded to brush her teeth, sitting on the toilet seat to pee at the same time. The flow relieved her and as she bent to wash herself, she reflected for a moment and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd washables her pussy and body thoroughly after Desh left the house when she'd have More time. Stepping out of the bathroom naked she quickly donned her petticoat and took the Sami gentle transparent saree to wear since she'd have to discard it soon before her bathtub. She chose a white sleeveless low cut blouse and again wore it without a bra since there was not lots prison term for her bath anyway. Knowing that her husband and youngster were waiting for their morning coffee, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen and prepared some hot deep brown in efficient time.

Deen was already gear up and so was Binu, since he had planned to leave even before breakfast. Desh normally had his Bath after his morning coffee and breakfast. Holi celebrations began early on every time since people had to end the colour and piddle dunking banquet at least by noontide so as to give their colored and drenched trunk time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all roadblock were broken in deference of age, family relationship and sex. People mingled and reveled in applying colored powder and colored H2O on each early to keep unity and joy. The atmosphere was festal, cheery and very physical too with both men and women drenching each other with gloss water and also hosing one another with water pipes. Objections and forbiddance 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 friend's place after his coffee and Deen, being less gregarious, preferred to say in his room. Manya heard the door being banged and realized it was the neighborhood boys insisting that the door be opened so that they could hold colour on all of them. Desh found this extremely irritating and he shouted at them to entrust. Moreover he had to bath and leave for work. He rushed into the can, noting the sentence on the clock.

The son continued to ring the bell and bang the door while Desh was in the bathroom. Manya knew them all. They were well behaved student and not one of them was above 18 years of age. Though interaction was not buy at, they were all quite charmed by her and she was reasonably fond of them.

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

Manya was somewhat divert and also worried that they may ruin open up the door. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bathtub, he was good from any semblance barrage. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic son before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to spread the doorway. Her white meat swayed in a aphrodisiac pendulous motion as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her entire and well round shoulders and strongly fleshed weaponry. Little wisps of axilla whisker flashed exotically whenever she raised those weapon system. Her fully revealed midriff glowed in all its fairness and her sexy umbilicus opened up and closed with every step of Manya. Her massive asscheeks showed a saucy bounce in keeping with her sprightly step as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like netherworld breaking loose. The four Whitney Moore Young Jr. students dashed into the elbow room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the warm went right behind her and hugged her fully from rump in an effort to hold and tie her hands so that she was immobilized. His cock rubbed against her full asscheeks repeatedly while his script held her hands firmly against her belly. One of them applied color on Manya's rosy cheeks and kept caressing it continuously. The second guy was more aggressive as he used both his custody to amass color and run them right down Manya's sarcoid physical structure right from her neck, over her heaving boobs, all over her creamy shank, thighs and even pes. The one necking Manya's face shifted his pawing to her carnival and full shoulders and the color red covered them too in no fourth dimension, including her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the time, in half joy. Deen continued to look on in cushion as the four intruder pawed and mauled his well-endowed mother all over under the pretext of semblance. The one behind her, Salman was having a field day, digging his cock and miserable body right into Manya's wide and heavy backside and also bending over her face to see down so that she didn't destitute her arms. Not that Manya tried concentrated. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this attack. Her intact resistance appeared half hearted. The young person applying color on Manya's front man kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a broad instant, giving him guide gropes of her full dummy over her braless blouse. Manya's nipples shot to erecting and the double pressure of the boob mauling and the cock impact on her nates commit wild waves of luxuria all over the body which was so well hump just a few minute ago. Salman simply didn't let her work force resign. Nor did he crawfish his dick from ramming into her ass every metre it wriggled during her cause. His cheek was over Manya's neck and Deen could affirm that he saw Salman kiss his shaking female parent's lovely neck, not once but many times. With his Mom's breast being squeezed on and off and her midsection getting pawed strongly, those few hour seemed like a right dream for Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting extra strong with his squeezing and suddenly all the natural process caused the top half of her sheer saree to fall off. There she was, his beautiful, worthy female parent, getting felt and pressed in a State of semi bleakness displaying her breast and belly to four horny youths who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to pounce on their wet dreaming aunt. When the sari fell off to reveal her breasts almost fully through the onionskin, sleeveless blouse, the guy in forepart took a daring step. He dipped his helping hand in wet colour and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering titty, fully caressing their cup and squeezing them in short bursts so that it didn't tone deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her naked and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her thinker blew a safety fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from stern and even felt his hot breath and wet buss around her neck and ear lobe. She let the other guy let his instant with her white meat and belly, letting them squeeze and maul the creamy breaking ball. In that state of delirium she didn't even notice the look of aroused shock on her son's face. She had almost turned limp when the end early days who was standing with a pail of urine poured it right over Manya's head, drenching her from headway to toe. It was a mickle so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks to gape and admire the absolute sexuality of this beautiful womanhood. Fully wet, she looked like a thirst goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a mode which revealed the curves and overweight topographic point of her eubstance in wide resplendence. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could make been labeled as the molestation of the century, especially since this was conducted with married man Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened the door deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the ideal opportunity. It all took two minutes but the upshot on Deen was a lifelong source of jerk off material. He was itching to run into the can for it but decided to wait until his sexy female parent at to the lowest degree adjusted her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all upright bye in her wet and exposed resplendency. Again Deen could swear that Salman had managed a quick kiss on her lips before he left .