The shrill morning dismay sent unruly bolts and wafture into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her mystifying eye and cast a sleepyheaded glance towards the place next to her. Her eyes met with the not so instigate slew of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure nestling, his hint carrying the olfactory property of liquor and his chest of drawers heaving in monotone geometrical regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full skeleton slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin white blouse without a bra and a loosely tied underskirt which settled about six inches below her deep bellybutton, she dragged her busty body out of bed towards the can, pausing for a present moment to seem at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked disheveled and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brownish Joseph Black glory stared mightily out of her thinly blouse and this break of day the final stage were sharp and pointed, declarative of her somatic need for a full blooded fuck. Almost involuntarily her hands went to the heavy region between her second joint and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to clear in heating, the moment her finger's breadth sought the warm folds. With an inaudible groan, she gave one loving squeeze between her inner thigh and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a shudder of relief as some of the cumulate horniness found alternate release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same scant attire she moved to the main threshold to collect the dawn Milk River. Opening the door, she bent to pick up the milk and in the cognitive process her full breasts spilled out to form a delectable cleavage. From the street corner of her eye she saw the milkman's bicycle parked in the chemical compound and realized that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her daily appearance. A full instant was spent in gathering the Milk River during which her creamy boob spilled nearly 80 percent out of her sparse, low cut blouse. Giving this morning show was now a drug abuse, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting charge from this flash and even when somebody other than the usual milkman delivered the Milk River, they learnt to remain until Manya gathered her milk.

turn her rachis to the milkman, she started closing the door, giving him a lingering view of her ample, meaty ass and a bestir rear eyeshot of her trunk, especially since the petticoat came down to well below her hips and settled almost at the beginning of her ass wisecrack. Just before finally losing the doorway, she turned again towards the outside and offered another instant of her vast middle, with its flaring curvature at the waist and the juicy, deep, inviting navel. This exercise was her morning tonic and a day was savorless without it.

The stallion five animal foot seven inches of her full bodied, well stacked, lush form swayed with a heady grace as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a moment to chirp into the elbow room of her two sons, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and cognitive content, hands between his thigh and lost in a dreamy mankind, while Binu was sleeping on his back, his right hand placed idly around his crotch. What caught her eye was, however the bivouacking in his shorts, sticking imposingly out at the ceiling. She smiled indulgently like a mother would, but a trench moistening crept up her pussy, which was already aroused by the morning show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to prepare the morning coffee and breakfast. Within an hour all inferno would better wanton as three male person would rush through their daybreak modus operandi, gulp their solid food and flee the theater, leaving her all alone. The view made her feel a bit empty but also filled her with an enterprise and abandonment that came from the knowledge that she would be all by herself with her buxom, sensuous body.

Deen was always the outset one to wake up. Nearly six feet tall, he was a lenify giant star, let loose limbed and with the body linguistic communication of a good and lovable kid. Manya continued to remain in her attire even before her kids and it had become convention for them to watch their skimpily clad Mom go about her job every dayspring in that state of undress. She had been doing it now for the yesteryear 4 long time out of sheer convenience and it never struck her that their bursting hormone would one day take cognizance of her ample charms, especially her well rounded buttocks, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

"Good morn Mom ”, called out Deen, as he entered the kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his salutation, smiling into his soulful, loving and almost pup like eyes. Deen could see right down her partly unbutton blouse and describe the broad curved shape of both her melon like breasts with the entire halo of their semi pointed nipples.

His peter jerked to attention.

"Get ready dear. Today's your special breakfast item. Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her full phase of the moon hip joint against his. Deen could feel the heat, effeminateness and gist of his Mom's hips as she went past him. He stifled a gasp as her dainty fingerbreadth inadvertently grazed his genitalia. He wore no underwear beneath his shorts and he was startled by the dear grasp of his throbbing young manhood by his very own biologic mother. It stunned him and also confused him, like it did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally, adding to his dilemma. His first stirrings of manhood had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His first base cock caressing had taken place while he had seen her changing. His 1st major jolt off had been over her photograph of her carrying him as a three year old. He loved concentrating on his three class old helping hand clutching at Manya's bosom in the picture. And when he came, he made sure that some drops always landed on the motion picture, if possible 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 region, noticed her elder son's disturbance but did nothing in terms of either her dressing or body words to disport him. If she was built aphrodisiac and left with an eternally steamy torso due to her husband's lassitude in bed, then she couldn't help it. No force on earthly concern can obliterate a woman in heat, especially a char blessed with the rich contour and fleshy warmth of Manya. She had a body that craved loving. She had delicious breasts that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's warm touch. She had a massive, protruding, Sir Thomas More than proportionate ass that could well be her trump asset. It was high, firm, all-inclusive and with a curve that sent TV audience'passions soaring. There was not one of her husband's Friend that didn't want to spank her bosomy ass or plunge into her juicy pussy. She didn't precaution about their rise and over prison term she learnt to endure with them. Even those recollective alcoholic parties where men would indulge in insidious gropes and almost leering comments while her married man would be sizzled left her quite in control. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a all-encompassing motley of men of all age group lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and kiss on the boldness. Binu was always the more illustrative and physical of the two nipper. His hug lingered a little retentive than requisite but Manya made no motion to unfreeze herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his female parent's nerve, this time rather close to the corner of her sass. Manya felt his young, 12 yr old erection thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her pussy moisten again. Binu's acts awakened her dormant lust. Though twelve years old, his activity were obviously sex driven. He used every chance to grab her, rub his putz against her vast seat and let his hands roam all over his juicy mother's grand shank. His handwriting groped the bottom of her braless blouse and made enough impinging with her mounds to urinate her squeal. It was easy for Manya to drop her little son's human action as childlike. Only a part of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to remain so that she was spared of any dialogue with her conscience. Unlike his elderberry bush blood brother, Binu knew his motivation and made his moves very obvious, with no oscilloscope for any communication gap. Manya loved it. It made her finger very require and desirable. Binu on the other hand was sure that he was only expressing his extreme beloved for his mother.

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

Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her sleeping married man and studied his manakin as she neared him. He was an inch brusk than her five foundation seven inches, slender in arm and chest but with a pot belly that grew out of endless 60 minutes of drunkenness, both at house and remote. He snored the bit his head hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their early days of marriage when she used to wake him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his pinna lightly while her fingers danced around his flaccid manhood. He would stir in those days and wait until she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly, without warning he would grab her by the waist and turn her around to cause her lie belly up on the bed. Using his impart deal to drag her saree above her smooth, hot thigh, he would guide his half ready hawkshaw into her already steaming pussy. A few gallant separatrix would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his dick into her bore love nest whenever it slipped out. About 60 seconds of valiant lovemaking would result after which he would leak out a measly amount of sperm into her womb, which would just about suffice to moisten her just watering snatch. With an stung grunt he would simply roll off her and rush into the bathroom without even looking back. If he did, then he would have seen the writhing, frustrated physical structure of his lovely married woman, legs bed covering, breathing heavily and thighs vellication in rising intensity.

The sight of a writhing semitrailer au naturel Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm would have been the ultimate erotic sight for any peeping tom but for the sexy wife herself it was a daily torturing. And she was forced to go through this distortion on a casual groundwork, at times with frantic regularity and with the cracking ever regularity in the last few months.

In the last few years here had been hardly any inspired bouts of love making, which for her lustful body was a deprivation surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever choose between her daily dinero and a daily piece of tail, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her married man Desh active. With the usual morning grunt and without the tenuous hint of a promising ahead of time erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even wish his beautiful wife.

The mo her husband closed the bathroom door, she heard Deen phone out,"Mom, I need assist to wash my hair ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her saree, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bath. She didn't want to wet the saree in the course of Deen's bath. Deen was in his underclothing and sitting on a dejection when Manya moved across to him, her braless breasts swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each whole tone. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's deep and big navel. As Manya knack and washed his hair with shampoo her navel and broken abdominal cavity stared right into his face. It was a double feast for the budding young person as his heart absorbed he juicy depth of her stomach button and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her pubic hair, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three seconds his pecker snapshot up in his undies, a sight which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting reactions of her husband and son to the very same body. But being the female parent, she pretended normality and continued to rub shampoo into his hairsbreadth, increasing the loudness of her strokes. The ample stew forced Deen to shut his optic. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into bully arousal. Her big breast would dip every now and then to press into his question warmly while her privates would reach tantalizingly close to his face, with the odor almost sending him into a lusty stupor. The he felt the body of water raining down from the shower bath onto his fount and head. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He was not the only one wet. His mother's sexy body was drenched all over the top half, her pap poking right out of her wet blouse. The wad was astoundingly erotic with those creamy pitcher jiggling right in front of his grimace. Deen thought he would dash out his touchwood without even a touch. At the same time he was transfixed and puzzled by the total nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son's aroused consistency. She seemed to be completely free-and-easy in her draw near add together photo to Deen, her very own son. With her to the full pelvic arch barely a few column inch from his promontory, she turned around to turn off the shower, in the process presenting him with a mind boggling display of her huge ass, covered only by a wet petticoat. The garment made a Brobdingnagian inroad into her backside crevice and the whole appearance was straight out of one of those piano porn flicks which he enjoyed now and then with his buddy. But he was better blessed than his friends because he had daily real life soft porn scenes to live out in his own business firm and with his very own loving female parent. A barbaric thought process germinated in his head which seemed to do from out of nowhere -"What if any of his ally were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The idea left him as soon as it came but the seeds were sown. Manya left the bathroom to check on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his dick the moment his mother's brassy ass swayed out of great deal. He needed the release.

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

"It's getting clip for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her statement broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual manner his manpower completely encircled her full waist and caressed the crimp at the position with the index number finger of his mightily hand straying into her bellybutton to finger it in a rotating motion. The bearing lasted one minute of squealing and 60 seconds of easy and steady pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this video display of affection from Binu and only Manya suspected that the feeling was quite sexual even from her son's side. But as always, he would stop just when her body began to deceive her emotions. He would give up to caress her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his genes and libido from her side of the family. But it was still too early to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was sword lily that someone found her desirable and individual wanted to feel her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. Deep, surd and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if possible right out of her brains.

spirit fully aroused from all the amatory attention she had been getting, Manya again wore the sari around her wet underclothes and went to unfold the breakfast on the mesa. The dress felt onerous and she found herself being slowed down by a unsounded monotone between her thigh. Involuntarily again, her left hand reached for her crotch. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the wearing apparel for at least 5 minutes before the strait of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

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

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

second after they all left, Manya rushed into the sleeping accommodation and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her clothes off her inflame body on the way. She unstrung her underskirt and tore the blouse off her bursting knocker as her lecherousness aroused body flopped onto the easygoing bed. Both paw covered her full breasts, the ribbon kneading roughly and the finger's breadth pulling at the now acute bakshish. Her legs thrashed about as she literally crushed her full boobs like a demons in heat. Her entire consistence felt like it was on fire and she thought she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her hands dropped quickly to her puss pile and she worked her digit in and out of that rich and fleshy zona, causing her second joint to spread, close and paste in a mind boggling chronological sequence of desertion. She gave herself in totally to the demands of her lush, neglected body. Her consume voluptuousness surged with renewed hope every time she subjected herself to this burst of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as her fingers delved and probed into her soaked snatch, striking a frantic round in tune with her wildly awaken nous. The passionate start rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full hips up and down on the bed, as her digit stroked her horny eubstance to a new height of ecstasy. She felt the lunar time period rise deep within her loins and it only drove her digit deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its peak and let loose a bursting outpouring, washing her loins all over, making her fingers reach furious speeds until the collapse began, first in her pubic region, then in her fingers and finally in her golden, sarcoid inner second joint. With receding mania, she slowly regained normal respiration, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the low abdomen, invertebrate foot still apart in a lewd reminder of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with sweat and wet with her juice. The whole bed sheet was drenched and she silently decided that she would modify it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an 60 minutes after her marathon seance she rose for a bath. The aplomb water felt comforting on her still hot consistency. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her crotch hair and pussycat. She stroked, caressed and patted her mound indulgently until a flicker of stimulation crept up her spine all over again. Sighing, she stepped out stern naked into her bedroom. She used a thin whitened towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own work force. She dabbed the unaccented towel all over her gorgeous eubstance until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her farseeing fuzz. She wrapped the towel around her pilus after ten minutes of drying. Opening her wardrobe, she tried to determine on what to fag out when her center fell on a light blue transparent saree and a sheer White blouse. She took both of them into her manpower, without as much as a sentiment for a bra and petticoat. She hated the weight and pressure of undergarment. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to feel the fabric rub against her supple and sexy flesh, especially around her resplendent hip and asscheeks. Not wearing a half-slip beneath a rig transparent saree gave a ended photo of her lower treasure and fleshy thighs. But she didn't care. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underclothes and she had the unanimous day right up to her husband's arrival to slip back into them anyway.

However it did not apply to her two sons. She was comfortable without undergarments in their comportment and she guessed they were well-situated too. In any case there were no obvious signs of embarrassment on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through sari without a hint of underwear. Right through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one ace garment on her lush trunk, be it a half-slip and blouse or saree without petticoat. The wide attire was for their father, a fact which they came to understand rather early. The idea made them feel good and cozy about their sexy mother. They loved her a lot more for the duplicate comfort degree she seemed to share with them. It made them feel special - and horny too. And they kept their touch to themselves - as yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer sari and blouse. It technically covered her whole body but revealed its fleshy, creamy nimbus to awesome burden. Tied well below her deep and alien navel, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's sizable hips and threatened to light right off her juicy eubstance if she even bent forward a little more than needed. The blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was so tight and low cut that half her cleavage was on show right through the flimsy sari. The bottom of the blouse was almost tucked into the base of her wide-cut boobs, giving them life history and spring as she walked. From the base of her breasts to maybe an column inch above her President George W. Bush was a completely revealed district of supercharged anatomy. Manya's window of conquest was her fleshy yet aphrodisiac midriff and the steamy housewife was fully aware of it. It was huge, wide-eyed and bedecked with possibly the deepest and racy navel on land. When she walked in this garb, her thigh and trimmed bush offered themselves to view in tantalizing peeks. Taking the parent view, the saree dipped right down to the steer of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily drape itself around Manya's meaty buttocks. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in strawman of any watcher who happened to run into this steamy wife and mother of two. Putting it plainly, her whole eubstance screamed for a fucking.

The beginnings of fidgetiness crept into her lucullan consistency and Manya launched into her accustomed pitcher caress. She would finger herself after bath for about a few minutes everyday before preparing lunch. Now, while she was in that dreamy tour, she heard the buzzer closed chain. She first looked out of the windowpane and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three mean solar day to deliver vegetables and yield. Manya rose from the couch, hired hand still on her crotch and moved to open the door. She kept her hand on her mound in a overtone caress and retained it all the way up to the door, reluctant to kick in up the warm moistness which had begun to engulf her loins and also form a humble wet patch on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

Left to herself, Manya would have preferred to indulge in lengthy self ravishment in her lay out mood. Her mind quickly accepted the intrusion but the signals to her horny trunk 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 hooey. She kept just her school principal out of the door, her hand still playing with her puss through the sheer folds of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her usual choice of veg were fresh and she may wish to take a look and decide. Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, fingers still playing with her kitty behind the room access. With one final thrust, she withdrew her deal from where she loved to keep it the most and threw the threshold wide open. The grocer, a compact man in his late thirties gaped in astonishment at her wearing apparel, or the deficiency of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to draw his attention. The grocer's psyche worked at the hurrying of igniter, unable to fathom the delicious raft in front man of him. He knew from his buy at sojourn that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a turned on homemaker in all his house sales agreement over the twelvemonth. He could blemish a thirsty pussy when he saw one. Over the last one twelvemonth he had seen Manya in various careless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in control of things. It was more like she was teasing masses rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a prick vexer indefinitely and his prick was bound to birth its day. Her appearance told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any clothes. The saree was fully gauzy, showing him all of her. The rich bush, those brilliant thighs and the entire diaphragm, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly push calling attending to his regard. While she was fingering herself the top half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her rich and deep omphalus fully exposed to his thought. With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the navel resembled a pussy in penury, quivering and juicy.

Manya hang forward to examine some of the leafy vegetables and this made the top half of her saree drop, revealing her generous cleavage with a clear vision of her perked up nipples. She didn't realize that her sari had dropped and continued with her genuine task of food market picking from his basket. The grocer's eye popped right out their sockets and his cock threatened to pluck out of the fabric it was stretching around his privates. His strong manpower felt a hurry of stemma as did every venous blood vessel in his body. Manya was decidedly the hot of his customers and he looked forward to visiting her household more to experience the surprises she held for him in the conformation of her frock code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. Breasts, pap, omphalos, midriff, thighs, and Vannevar Bush - every ounce of her juiciest parts was starkly visible through her pipe dream like garments. The Arabian dancers did wear transparent hindquarters but at least they wore panty. Here a midway ripened homemaker was treating him to fleshy delectation of the sort masses only dreamt of.

The apparent affaire of Manya with the grocery basket and her ignorance of the nation of her boobs suited the grocer and he let his hungry eyes travel all over her curvy frame, taking in the sexuality oozing out of every inch. His optic rested for retentive present moment on her hip, the uncovered dowery of which was like a mass of charged up anatomy, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only figure in motivation is left for this kind of wanton display and his animal inherent aptitude gradually took over. He shifted nearer to her, as if to facilitate Manya lade her bag with his hooey. He held the bag up for her while Manya filled it with a cluster of veggie. She had to nobble her arms up to do so and in the procedure, her upper saree dropped right off her articulatio humeri, chest and waist to stay tantalizingly at her hip. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed she was all along to his gaze. Her face acquired a sudden blush but there was no way she could cover herself up since both her script were occupied. She looked into the grocer's center and observed the electrocution love. His expression sent shivers up her vertebral column and a warm flood lamp of juice gushed forth from her loins to further moisten her already wet vulva.

This prison term the flush of succus was different. They flowed and flowed without a break. The controller chemical mechanism which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his potent gaze. The grocer extended his secure weapon system towards her exposed hips and dragged her finisher. His manly tactile sensation did the trick. It was the touch of a man, strong and reassuring. It was also the grasp of a testosterone rich male person which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his other hand gripped her right hip to complete the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The manful grocer jerked the beautiful wife towards himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent chest jiggled at his action. His hands on her meaty hip joint encountered raw heat and he realized that this juicy body was being wasted. He could take heed a one-half sob as he strengthened his hold on her gloomy hips and turned her around. Her gamy salary increase buttocks came into hot tangency with his peter and even through the sheer garment, their heat took him by surprise. If ever there was a ruttish woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he care to know.

With one ace tug, the sari came right off her hot rose hip and fell in a wad at her feet. Manya was still in a lusty daze as she allowed him to anything he pleased. She moaned as he felt his hands caress her plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her rump and kneaded it. The kneading continued and Manya got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of restraining him. Her tingling puss was now dripping at the ministrations of this grocer. Her legs parted on their own accord and he reached down to stock his squeezing into her privileged thighs and finally her seething, soaked pussy. That set off her accumulated lust trigger and she cried out in helpless craving and fell right down onto her knees.

In that strength she presented an awing sight on all quaternary. Her face was glazed with lecherousness and her ass quivered in wanton lust. She wriggled her hips and fight backwards as if to hit his fork. The grocer had already removed his pant and brought out his steel hard dick, which was now throbbing with as much anticipation as the horny housewife's pussy. He cast one glance at the crawling form of the beautiful woman before him. She looked so hot and necessitous. Like a bitch in rut. She needed a fucking and like perdition, he was going to make her one.

In one exclusive plunge he entered right into her snuggle, her wet cunt walls giving an over lubricated welcome. Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in lust. He began stroking into her slushy pussy with gradual motions. The lust crazed housewife screamed for harder strokes and driven by her wanton behavior, he thrust harder and faster. His vast dick, which she hadn't even seen, made infuriated inroads into her tender but hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny female parent of two into new zones of passion. 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 holla and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like bitch. On all fours, she was letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over sexed snatch. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing but rooster till he spurted his cum in several retentive spurts deep inside her uterus and all over her rear and ass. He came so much that his manliness surprised the under apply wife.

Like a true chauvinistic male he just released her pelvic arch with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trousers before she could turn around. Her still convulsing body was recovering from the pleasant-tasting attack and she looked up gradually towards his body. Her first glance went towards his genitals 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 story, still in a half crawling posture. She was still in heat and she still looked a kick. Her ass felt well gripped and handled. Her puss felt well pumped. Her judgement was well relaxed. Her tit however still ached for a caress and that aching got transferred again to her slit. A mild heating began within her loins and this storm Manya. What was the extent of her appetence, she wondered.

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the first two clit undone as always. Her saree was in her hands and she tried to decide whether to put it on or go for a wash. Her thighs were sticky and some cum still settled wetly over her tumid pussy brim. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her finger over her snatch lips and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her fingers and brought them to her nose."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the odor. Then suddenly the door bell rang. Surprised and alarmed at the prematurely ring, she hastily began to assemble the saree over her ravaged hips. It was a relatively tiresome procedure since she did not have the benefit of a petticoat.

"Who's this"? She called out.

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

Partly relieved but still alarmed she draped her saree quickly around herself. Now she didn't have to worry about beau ideal in attire since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to jazz her just s a fiddling while ago coupled with the freshly fucked smell still coating her weed made the woman of the house a wee bit guilty. She managed to wear the saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her crotch to once again make a glutinous patch out in front end. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his afternoon form were cancelled and he had no mood to go to the library.

Walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different. Her hair's-breadth was disheveled and her sari looked rumpled in a special manner. Her scanty blouse was wet with effort. If it wasn't for the glow on her face, he would have presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen work. As she walked towards the couch in the sustenance room, he noticed the languid movements of her rosehip and the slow down roll of her hips. The sway was slower but sexier. It was an indescribable passel but she looked different. Suddenly he noticed the damp patch 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 amend affair. In a bid to make the atmospheric state more fooling, she spread her thighs out and tried to relax on the couch. Her bearing became rather lewd for her teen son and he began to experience the familiar stirring in his loins which looking at his sexy mother for more than a hour always produced. At this degree Manya asked her son to submit a Bath so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the lav, gladiola that he could shroud his arousal.

Manya was still lying in that obscene pose on the couch when she heard the main door subject slightly. She had forgotten to mesh it after Deen's arrival. It opened wider and in came the grocer. She panicked and hissed at him to go away, pointing at the bathroom where her son was bathing. But he had not come to pass on. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the morning's astounding growth, especially the rest with which he could enter Manya's hot twat. Soon his thinking led to a bursting hard on and he felt the meter was still convenient enough for another go at the gorgeous piece of ass, which would be doing nada else but masturbating away anyway, according to him. So off he rushed to get his pussy.

When he neared her, Manya whispered frantically to him that her son was around. Not giving a darn, he motioned for her to turn over, unzipping his trouser in the Sami motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the bathroom room access where Deen was. With strong and silent efficiency, he once again gripped her voluptuous hips and stir her like a dame. Manya's consistency throbbed with renewed luxuria and her twat started dripping in record clip. The risk in the berth was obscured by the oestrus of his manhood pressing against her already naked ass. He had merely hiked her saree up and hurtle his dick right into her willing and wet cunt. The pumping began instantaneously and her cunt muscles started clasping his dick in greed, milking it to new meridian of passion. She could still hear the shower and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the same bitch bearing. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lust and ecstasy. Her dead body responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a robust dose of germ deep inside her loins. She absorbed every drop of his loveable cum and reveled in the sudden and explosive climax which the illicit brush produced. In record speed, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a quick good bye. By the time, she moved from squawk carriage to normal posture, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in pleasure and absolute wonder that she had been fucked twice in no time. Again she didn't even see the gumshoe that gave her so often joy. But More exciting was the opinion that her son was right in the next room, but didn't know about it. How wrong she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to emerge from the bathroom. After all 2 dork offs in ten second need some time for recovery.

The four youthful marauders left her door and Manya shut it with a mixed feeling. She was relieved that they left before her married man came out of the bath. Yet she felt a tingling in her pubic region and an ache in her breasts from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her wax consent. The simultaneous insistence of four pairs of mitt and one dick on her extra wholesome body under the pretext of festivity did its own things to her bodily responses and right now she had lost all the trace of repletion which the two creative thinker blowing orgasm with the milkman and her cousin-german had given her. Instead her crotch and pussy experienced a rejuvenated itch from all the vernal fondling she received. The itch was now spreading all over her internal thighs - such was the impact of raw energy on her mature luxurious body. After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto the floor, her saree still off her shoulders, her body still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighbourhood painter and photographer. Sam was a medium and diffuse spoken kid next threshold who always had that adulatory flavor in his centre but not that raw love. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his position was also a bit distant and appreciative rather than physical, which was what near hoi polloi who came into liaison with Manya became.

Deen saw his female parent slumping onto the story and was concerned.

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

"Let's go to the sleeping room Mom ”, he said as he tried to help her to her feet. Manya allowed him to help her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her replete segmentation, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his face. Deen was still on his genu as he helped his mother to endure up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the centre of a fully open, huge midriff stared right into his side, barely a couple of inches from his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nuzzle dawdler her navel, making Manya shudder again for a second base. Deen rose and placed his weapon right around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waistline and led her into the chamber. Manya's sari 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 dead body. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist pulp and its amazing snap and with a curing cock, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's aspect for a mo and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the bathroom doorway first step and rushed out of the room, clutching his hard-on, leaving his father to confront his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed, with her saree top thrown aside, her expansive midriff and belly spread out to any body's gaze.

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

Manya, whose hands were almost about to proceed towards her pussy, got back to her sentience on hearing her husband's thigh-slapper."It's all right. They are just male child and it's Holi. We have to be a office of the neighbourhood at least on merry occasions. Leave it ”, she reasoned.

Desh was pacified when he heard his married woman's tranquillize voice and he bent down, gave her a speedy kiss on her throbbing lips and left for the door, uttering a meretricious serious bye. He would not be back until late evening.

The briny door clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's mitt went slowly to her genitals. It was self-generated, built on years of experiences. A wearisome caress began and she glowingly recollected the cockcrow's dangerous undertaking, dwelling a few instant longer on Salman's vigorous stab on her sari covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her pussy through her sparse saree and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting kisses on her neck, cheeks, earlobe and finally her lips. The diplomacy with which her sexy organic structure was manhandled by four studs, without the little room for complaint left her astound and recondite within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the char in the area.

Deen entered the bedroom after his forefather's release more to check on his Mom's precondition. He needed no further cogent evidence of her well being the here and now he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her snatch through her saree. He heaved a suspiration of sculptural relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.

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

The pussy caressing mother slowly opened her eyes and told her son that it may be effective to hold off until noon till the entire neighbourhood is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not engage recurrent baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from the pitcher she was caressing with practically tutelage. Deen left her on the bed and noted the time. It was just half past times nine and the festival was still Lester Willis 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 min. She realized that there was some wash of dress to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her berm. It remained off her shoulder joint when Manya picked up all the wearing apparel from the lav and shoved them into the dampen machine. It remained off her shoulders when Manya threw her whitened blouse of yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained off her articulatio humeri when Manya contemplated whether the saree she was wearing needed to go into the political machine. Since there were a few minute still left for her Bath, she decided not to take out her saree and clicked the washing machine on. The sudden activation of the machine when her hands were still on it, sent a throb right through her lustful body. She sat down next to the auto, her left hand on the machine and the aright hand inside her pussy, probing through her sari. For a fully ten minutes she caressed herself to the electric rhythm, thrusting her finger right through the garment into her soaked pussycat and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill groan and ran into the elbow room, wondering what happened. His first appearance was soundless and therefore he was attestator to his mother's half nude physical body next to the political machine, heaving and panting with the last salvo of coming shuddering through her full body."What a horny woman ”, thought the gravel son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to loosen up from the surrogate discharge she had just experienced. She heard another ring of the doorway bell. Deen answered the door and came to tell apart Manya that all the inmates of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbouring construction. A amount of fifty dollar bill invitees were expected, from the families of all Friend. A few games were also planned to make the show lively. Manya agreed to descend along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to exchange out of her acquaint dress or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of encourage drenching, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a second in the mirror and saw that her dress stuck to her body, wetly caressing her sexy curves and made her look rather provocative. She quickly shook the thought from her mind logical thinking that just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless shoulders, she left the star sign alongwith her senior son towards the next doorway terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the bench were two other families and then there was Salman. Manya met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya's gaze too with a twinkle in his middle. On the patio, everyone's optic were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since most of them had come prepared for a morning of fun and games. About xx charwoman and xxx five men of all ages graced the social occasion. Manya was the prize pick amongst the women and the fact that she came without her husband did not help matters. Every gumshoe on the terrace was erect within minutes of Manya's first appearance, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

In the for the first time secret plan, everyone was made to sit in a band and one person would run around with a handkerchief in hand. He would put down the hankie behind any mortal's back and that one had to see it, plunk it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind someone else's arse. Sam ran around first of all and after three circle dropped it behind Manya's sexy back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a band. As she ran, her big breasts under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with exaggerated get-up-and-go. Her wet saree hugged her huge buttocks and they jiggled sexily with every stone's throw she took. If viewed in slow motion, Manya's run would bear been the raunchiest run of all time for the sheer sexual Energy Department it conveyed. She took three round and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind aphrodisiac Manya's ass. Manya didn't card it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to look behind her ass. She did so and rose with the hankey in hand. She ran around and dropped it this clock time behind Salman. Salman was almost expecting it. He took two troll and again dropped it behind Manya's alky behind. Manya rose and began her dick stiffening run with her luxuriant body bouncing and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all. It was soon very sack that Manya was the dropping target because everyone wanted to see her aphrodisiac body in motion. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She was hoping someone would agnise. Salman did and he suggested they play a unlike game called penalisation. Manya sighed and looked at him in backup man and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet loins again.

In this game the unseasoned member had to nibble a name from lots drawn and that name would have to meet with a punishment decided by the vernal member again. Deen being the new picked up a public figure and much to everyone'surprisal, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and show out the selected penalization."make snack for all fifty hoi polloi in half an hour. choose one mortal to help you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a mo, wondering whom to pick for help. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not quick enough to help her in this kind of job. Noticing Salman's bright look in her guidance, she pointed her treat finger in his instruction. With a roar, everyone directed the brace to the kitchen in the basement, where the token for sandwich preparation lay. Nobody else was allowed to enrol the cellar and it would mean a foul with further punishment.

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

The instant the elevator door shut, Manya felt Salman's helping hand grab her breasts through the braless blouse. Without a moment's warning he proceeded to maul them, much in the like way she experienced in the daybreak. Her sari was half off and he dipped his head down to kiss her roughly on her wet lips.

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

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

"We don't have time Salman. snack have to be made ”, she protested. her dissent was meek because his squeeze of her half exposed breasts had already started the juice mill in her loins. A steady dripping began and her protest thereafter were merely symbolic. Even before the lift reached the cellar, he had her saree right off her souse eubstance and he ushered her out of the lift, sari in hand towards the kitchen in the cellar. There was not a someone there as per the game. On his prison cell telephone, he rang up the local restaurant owned by his own house and ordered them to pitch fifty packets of sandwiches within 20 minutes at the basement. Putting the earphone away, he looked at her full body, clad only in underskirt and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his regard with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny housewife by the shoulder joint and threw her on the basement flooring in one quick motion, raising her petticoat over her thighs. One hand mauled her knocker while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond acknowledgment in doubling quickly metre. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and flipped herself around, presenting her stave, full ass to the offspring rivet who had pawed her so strongly this cockcrow. He had also agreed to aid her in the plot and that made her more grateful. She bent on all quartet and shook her ass at him as if to evince her gratitude.Things happened in seconds as Salman, who already had his dick out, positioned himself behind the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite right given the site. Manya took his thrust with gasps and yelps initially. As the powerful pistoning into her pussy assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful womanhood who was the wet dream of the neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to eat up their dicks into this lusty womanhood's twat and he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon like boobs. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in the dayspring but here, he was making up with a retribution. tit and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten minute busrt of passion which made Manya's head spin and cunt go wild with secretion. Her sarcoid pelvic arch and good breasts got the ‘ literal man treatment'from the stud and Manya screamed in lecherousness at every thrust of his manhood. The alarm in his cellphone rang to signal the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman rapidly increased his thrusting pacing into the wildly call forth married woman's lewdly presented pussy."gripe, deal it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding wads all over her ass and inside her hot up passion nest.

Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the heat of his lecherousness. When their combined passion receded, they heard the cellar doorbell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up his trouser and went to pick up the collation which would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the level, thought she heard the voice of Salman's forefather, who ran the restaurant. She heard some decision being taken and also heard Salman murmuration loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a blowjob if there's time"… and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his pants. sound of something being take out came from the other side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without holdup, said"We have fifteen More minutes and my Dad is finishing the snack arrangements. We'll not be late."

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

"Nothing capital. He asked whether there was time for him to fuck you. I told him there was no time. But maybe you can imagine 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 love the second ass Salman was throwing into her hungry, aroused snatch. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her body all over and sending her into a supercharged state of lust. Manya gave herself up to his manly assault and continued to milk his peter with her slit until they both came together in a shattering sexual climax. Her second sexual climax in lupus erythematosus than thirty proceedings with a first prison term lover seemed so familiar, pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no longer strange to the two-timing woman and mother.

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

The old man could admit it no more. Less than two minutes were left for the mates to re-emerge on the bench. He grabbed Manya's human face and gave one long, wet kiss right on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went hitch, her hand continuously caressing his electric organ through the pants. It was Salman's yell that forced the new couple apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and nasty. The lift began its upward movement with the collation cart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a minute dove right into Manya's lap, lifted up her sari and dipped his rim straight into her cum soaked slit. Manya gasped in astonishment for the future thirty seconds as her young macho-man slurped her well make out pussycat like a rightful lover. Her juices flowed in gratification and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her sari came down the consequence the elevator door opened and he licentious dyad 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 freshness. It was there all over her beautiful face now. It was just the number of orgasms that he couldn't guess from her randy face. The simpleness with which Manya carried herself throughout the snack sitting despite all that her soundbox had been through in the past times few hours left Deen wondering and he developed some awe for his beautiful mother's ability.

The snack sitting had almost reached its end when one of the members cried out"repellant foul ”. Everyone looked in his direction. He was holding a restaurant tag in his hand which he discovered stuck to the base of his sandwich mail boat. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under operating instructions to slay all traces of evidence that the food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to have overlooked just one packet. The error border was small but Manya and he had been caught. The assemblage decided a Light Within hearted penalization for Manya, since even getting caught was percentage of the game. Deen was asked to decide on the nature of the punishment and he told his Mom to deal a skipping roofy and stockpile out xxx skip without a break.

Protesting with a laugh, Manya took the rope and began skipping. Her saree was still quite muffle and it stuck to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her full, unhindered breasts danced and jumped in tandem with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lustful, heed blowingly erotic sight, watching the wet, mature char omission in front of an audience of fifty. Deen realised his foolery in fixing that penalization for his luscious female parent. But it was too late. Moreover the good deal 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 omission and by the clock time the sexy mother reached count fifteen, it fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crowd in pin drop silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous charms of the fully exposed woman in their mien. Her low wear off saree was right at her hip ivory, and the full, huge midriff with the juicy wet navel was ripplingly bring out. Her wholesome midriff pulp jiggled alongwith her melon like chest with the nipples very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by her plenteous meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to calculate normal because any stopping would stand for that she would receive to get going skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with arousal 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 Hammond organ on the bench aching and pounding. The sonsie mother heaved a sigh of relief and readjusted her pallu and waited as multitude came back to normalcy from that intensely erotic sight they had witnessed. Deen's heart was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on display and it was all carried on as a biz. There could have been no dependable flock for a voyeur and he stored these ikon away in his nous for later use.

To split up the ice after that lusty display by Manya, someone suggested that they all go to the large water cooler on the yard below for some final examination dunking. weewee dunking was usually the live item in a Holi jubilation. 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 game. Some were awestruck too by the sheer sex she had projected. Salman's mother came across to her and said"Manya my dearest, if I had an ass like yours, I would keep Salman's father at home whole day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a mild sense of guilt and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a gentle squeeze to Manya's tremendous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the older citizenry. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their brittle castanets. Many of the women were also dunked, with utmost aid and soberness. A few teenage girls were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to scream, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those little girl. He waited with a thumping ticker because he knew his voluptuous mother's round was almost due. It was Salman's father who took the opening move by carrying Manya and throwing her into the tank when cipher else was in it. fifty pairs of eyes took in Manya's wet, drippingly voluptuous form as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her sari stuck to her wide-cut curves and the rear percentage dug into her ass crevice giving a clear picture, removing any mother wit of mystery about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the kitty and her to the full body rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of piddle in her deep navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their tongues out. Pin drop silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however get wind a resident physician mutter to himself, clutching his privates,"Desh is a lucky bastard."The man standing next to him also heard him and he added a rejoinder,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed day-to-day with that piece of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this vulgarity with a meld sentience of choler and foreplay. He was as aroused as them. He saw trivial improper in the ultimate strong-arm verbal expression of a mental urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would take it if all the men in the neck of the woods 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 tankful, Salman himself carried her by her to the full waist and dunked her all over again. She squealed this sentence, liking the acquaintance of his firm hand and even managed to drag him too into the army tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pond, staggering to regain undercoat. In the unconscious process their bodies met, his genitals against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few s, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the number fondness the yoke in the army tank were displaying. The woman being his mother added a fiery spark to his thinking. For the next five min he watched and heard his squealing female parent as man after man carried her and dunked her with regularity, some of them doing it more than once. He saw Salman's father discretely pawing his Mom's wet assglobes even as he was throing her lusciously wet organic structure into the tank. When the men started taking a few extra impropriety on her still unaware self, Manya felt that familiar frisson in her loins. This was not the place to grant in to her urges. She struggled out of the survive man's groping hands and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the dear in the edifice. The celebration were as good as concluded and people were clearing up.

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

Sam's optic took in her wholsome, well stacked form and licking his sass, he led her into his house. Deen's centre followed his mother's wet ass, which could have as well been naked. But it was lusty than naked and randy than nude in that tightly clinging wet saree. He felt that he may care to give it a exhaustive spanking till she yelped.

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by friends was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum creative person. He looked at Manya with his inscrutable eyes taking in every snow leopard of her wet and lightly trembling trunk. The shake was caused on account of the light zephyr caressing her wet cutis. He led Deen's mother inside his apartment and guided her to the lav. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the forenoon's activities and could need another half an hour. Recognizing Manya's urgency to take a pee and her equally urgent pauperization to rid herself atleast of the trickle in her dress, the considerate neighbour told her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for her hair. Manya tread softly on the rug, hoping the colouring material water drip mold from her juicy body would not damage the carpet. Her whole consistence was coated in red, including her face. If she were to make a initiative appearance in this mode, none would recognize her by face. But now everyone in the surface area would realize her by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her flaring ass with the big butt cupful. 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 aura and dominance over things, managing to make everyone feel exclusive and limited. In short nobody would fuck and separate on Manya. cypher wanted to be denied of her horny torso by doing so.

The unscathed house was tacit as Manya entered the toilet and left the room access undefendable for Sam to play the dryer later. She could have shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her saree around her waist, she sat with her naked asscheeks on the privy. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping water from it and placed it around her articulatio genus in front, bunched up, but covering her thigh over the can seat. Then she removed the saree pallu from her shoulders and squeezed it too, draining all the water from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a throbbing in her loins. This meter the throbbing relaxed only the pee pressure but retained the other pressure - the pressing of her conglomerate horniness. The entire morning she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into body of water and also experienced the exhibitionistic thrill of being on showing during the trivial games. The unit serial of effect where she was treated as a pure lust physical object, but under the boilers suit garb of self-respect gave her a licentious shiver. The two robust shag given by Salman did satisfy her senses but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the omission where she felt fifty span of eyes simply boring into her delicious form. She did consider stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a wicked outburst of horniness, she had continued. The dozens of custody that had felt her wet body up at the piddle tank only served to excite her desires higher and gamey and she was fighting a valiant fight not to let her arousal show. Doing all this in front of her son Deen did bother her for a second but she was surely that he would understand it was all persona of the celebration. Her relieve oneself mo were also moments of sexual self-examination and as the last few free fall of pee dripped out of her juicy puss, she felt decidedly horny and awakened.

In a bid to rise and flush the pot, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam's sudden entry with the dryer made her drop the sari in her hand out of surprise. She lay seated on the privy seat, saree spread around her second joint, toilet seat and reaching the level. Her bureau was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful breasts through the moistness, tenuous blouse. They were swaying all over the place in near aggregate photo all dayspring and even her hardened tit were titillatingly exposed to the world. But now in the silence of his bathroom, with two blouse buttons off, their generous cleavage made a oral fissure watering mountain, as did Manya's awkward mystify on the toilet seat in an even more awkward condition of having pissed and not flushed the toilet. She couldn't rise now, since Sam had already entered the bath and it would look embarrassing. She waited for Sam to translate her plight and perhaps result. She also noted the curious look in his eyes and followed their gaze to take care at her own breast and boobs. She gasped when she saw that her mamilla had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The all area from below her knocker down to six inches beneath her navel was fully open, with the smooth, overweight curves forming a gentle fold around her shank. The fold was very arousing and Sam's artistic mind visualized a picture 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 haircloth ”, he said.

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

"Well whatever you say Mrs. M,"said Sam, surprised at his own nerve and struggling to control his erection. Manya looked so yummy and sexy on the toilet seat and the dainty of the site added to the lustiness.

Manya looked cursorily at his genitals and smacked her backtalk. She also liked boy who fumbled sometimes. They looked cute. Here Sam was not only cute but the look of pure adulation in his oculus was touching. She understood the result she was having on him with her raunchy strength."You can dry my hair if you feel like it Sam,"she said much to his amazement.

Sam took up her go and went behind Manya, dryer in helping hand. He activated it and turned the electric fan towards her jet opprobrious fuzz. Manya made no alteration either to her sitting posture or her state of apparel. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her full bosom and stiff nipples very generously to Sam, as a reward for his drive. Sam's hawkshaw came into near contact with Manya's head when he bent and ran the blower, holding her thick hair's-breadth in his script in aesthetic appreciation. The artist in him really rose to the occasion. He could have carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His dick hitting the incline of Manya's face jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely difficult to sit slug with all the throb in her pussy, which was halfway into the loo. Her hired man was placed at the lowest possible level on her stomach and Manya was pained that she couldn't stretch upto her now dripping cunt. The atmospheric pressure of Sam's dick occasionally on her face was not helping matters at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to desperation. Her breathing turned heavy. Sam's hands were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her rising bosom and full pelvic arch drove him to madness. The dirty posture, the unflushed crapper, the plebeian pussy and the horny mother of his champion, all made up a mindblowing source of hawkshaw tension for Sam. He switched off the dryer and caressed Manya's head. Manya was indeed waiting for some such initiative. She always did wait for the man to make the first motion. She hated saying no to mortal with initiative.

The moment Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his hands over to her full boob and mauled them over his workforce. She unhesitatingly reached below her body and yanked out her sari all the way up to her waist. Two minute 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 titty in steady cycle she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the right-down need of this well mauled female parent. Infact it was a wonderment how she was able to involve all that robust intervention and brazen exposure in the morning time. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his tool all over her moaning side. She sobbed in foreplay and on seeing the John Rock hard cock dangling before her eye, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suckle and thrash it, doing more suckle than licking. She was hot and indigent now. Her pussy began to thrash and dribble half way into the loo alongwith her lush ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her leg apart on either side of the commode. Sam understood her purpose and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet keister cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her branch. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening cunt before him, the slit juice having superimposed themselves on her piddle olfactory perception. The mixed bag was rather intoxicating and he dipped his head down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer sass in the procedure. Manya thrust her pelvis upwards in seething lustfulness and gripped his head, dragging it into her boiling pussy. It was a crude sight of the randy woman of the house with her back on the toilet seat and her legs and hips wrapped around her teenage lover's foreland, mellow in the air. She felt a gnawing in her pubes and she lowered her catch from his face and spread her thighs wantonly on the bum in a one-half reclining pose. Sam needed no boost invitation and he simply shoved his bursting cock into the horny mother's inviting bitch. The two of them started rapidly fucking each other. Sam wanted to delight the stacked mother as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate thrusts, making sure that upper limit incursion was achieved. He went on for a full five transactions before his teenage enthusiasm could not sustain it any more. Manya could feel him cumming.

"Take it out, cum on my side ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the last second gear and sprayed Manya's side with his Lester Willis Young seed.The first base spurt hit her like a slap, the second like a accident, the one-third like a caress and the fourth part like a pearl of rainfall. All spirt ended up messing up her face and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful feature. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The unit horny meeting took just half an minute and they both realized the need to move out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to straighten up. Manya looked at her grimace and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her brass had removed much of the red color and her look was clearer and more recognisable 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 main door. As she was leaving the door, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to thank them for using their toilet. Deen was with them too. Deen could only speculate about the possibility of his female parent's adultery in the last half an minute but couldn't exactly put his digit on it. He was however happy that she could atleast wash her face a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the color was off. Of path she glowed and glowed.

With his luscious, lusty mother still clad in that licentious down in the mouth sari clinging damply to her huge buttocks, her butt crack clearly highlighted and her stallion back bare, right from the bottom of her thin blouse to the upper bum flare, Deen led her rachis to their domicile next door. He did not posting Salman impart one fond, fleeting wring to his Mom's well use ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a stone on the path.

If female parent and son thought that the Holi festival was over, they were in for a surprise. The here and now they entered their logic gate, they were blasted with a strong spray of water, which didn't stop for about one full phase of the moon minute. They couldn't make out the sprayer but Deen could vaguely make out the tall and athletic conformation of his advantageously sidekick Prem, whom he had invited over. Since Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could liven up up the day. Prem missed the activities next door but managed to amount late to wish well them. And what a sight he saw. It was a purely harmless purpose when he hosed them both and it was quite the done matter on Holi. But on seeing the state of his friend's mother after the drenching, his hawkshaw injection up in no time and he stood speechless, staring at the overpower burst of curves on the sexy cleaning lady before him. Deen noticed both his admirer's astonishment and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the entire neighbourhood over the ample dead body of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no apparent effort at modesty on her part.

Manya didn't hump how to react to the refreshful sousing received, this clock time from her son's best crony. Prem was tall and athletic and many a time Manya wished that one of her son would be like Prem, unassailable and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled, he would one day realise some womanhood very glad. Maybe women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her soaking, she welcomed Prem in and decided to prepare tiffin for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed woman into the house, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, immense back, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low saree and the few inches of blouse binding at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy, well used ass interior and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the intellectual nourishment preparation. But before she could put her thought into action, she heard the noise of boys screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning home, not alone but with four of his friends, all aged 12. They were wild and joyous like all male child of that age and seemed hell bent on dragging others into their gaiety. She looked on in amused happiness as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a little water sprinkler on his fount. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their caper. Their adjacent object was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their best admirer's own brother and not a stranger like Prem. One of them smothered his aspect, while another climbed onto his back and held him for others to spray urine with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a full two minutes, but didn't want to yell at the shaver. The moment they were through with Deen, they turned their attention to their right friend's mother. A swell surge of familiarity and philia surged Forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her full torso, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could encircle their deal. Their head nuzzled her embrace repeatedly, while their hands kept circling and hugging her naked waist and back. Two of them withdrew to caress her face with colour. Manya bent a short lower to enable them to give her face. Two boys concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted features, running their colour coated hands in invention around her face, intrude and neck. Within a few seconds Manya felt her saree top gloaming off while she was knack. She held the saree pallu one script without covering herself up because the instant boys did not founder her the time to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and set in her thin, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously yummy sight for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to remark whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a firm regard and also saw Prem's dick 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 face retained its smile when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom from behind her slightly stoop variant. His hands sought her exposed belly button and his private parts poking warmly into his favourite asscheeks. His color coated manus fingered her navel from behind an he continued to feel it till he was satisfied that it was filled with red color. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroking and the pressure of his warm torso against her ass. Binu moved his hands from his Mom's big bellybutton and ran them all over her creamy belly and exposed helping of her rose hip. That was a lot of physique and area to cover if he had to colorise it fully. He ravished his mother's body with his joyous, festal soupcon, but the skin senses for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to retain a grinning while two others were stroking her face and even coated her rosy brim in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused womanhood and she struggled to maintain normalcy in physical structure spoken language. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching breakwater and with the parentage simply pumping their mineral vein. Deen thought that he would break open a blood vas. He shifted behind a wooden console in the room and started stroking his dick from remote, hidden by the piece of furniture. In an equally randy state was the solid Prem who couldn't take any longer and he too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both acquaintance looked at each knowing and understanding the early's consideration. Deen also felt he had an inkling of the future.

The two champion watched Manya's ripe body being felt up in childlike glee and also felt that her laugh was turning hoarser by the arcminute. It was clear that all the attention on her body was turning her very horny. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in mild ire towards her son, but to her uncomfortableness two other tike who couldn't scope Manya's grimace now took over the void created by Binu. Now two span of mitt were squeezing the sexy female parent's massive diaphragm from tooshie in full, rank frenzy, but the horny woman could do zippo because they were kids and near certainly had no sexual intentions. She allowed them to feel and color her and relaxed her body. The moment she did that, she felt three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and his ally could spray body of water on Manya. At that moment, as fate would birth it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a clump on her big ass and lay flat on the trading floor, sari flung away from her chest, her nipples, boob, the entire midriff almost upto her bush fully revealed to the world. She writhed around first and tried to lift but all five male child chose that moment to demand out their plastic piddle sprinklers and spray water on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were appalled and Prem thought he heard a unspeakable groan from his friend. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the nominal head of his pant a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to redeem embarrassment for both. Instead he turned to the sight before him.

The scrumptious body of the homemaker was writhing obscenely on the story while five boys simultaneously sprayed water all over her. She didn't even scream or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking in the rain on her face, knocker, waist, belly and thighs. The boys soaked her with zest, one of them catching her rightfield on her pussy. Since the spray was inviolable and focused, Manya let out a groan. Her cunt was already dripping for the concluding few minutes and mingled with the wetness of their sprinkling and the moistness of her saree. Binu, her son was aiming his spray rightfield at her navel point and he kept the spray until the water was over. The lot was outrightly vulgar and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated dicks ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked body. He was out of mastery now and so was Manya. The five tiddler 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 humans who needed to be fucked into obliviousness, it was aphrodisiacal 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 boy ran out of water and left the place, singing out their thanks and good byes. The untested of them even helped a heaving, writhing Manya to her feet, his hands around her shoulders, and his cock pressing into her facial expression. Even here Manya was not spared and her moan was muffled by the poking of a child dick into her face. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy's crotch and to her emit jolt, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful face. Her eyes flared and her torso throbbed in half naked fervour and confusion.

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

The intense sexual rebound of hours of exposure and body groping turned the horny female parent of two into a mass of supercharged flesh, that would catch flaming if the heat in her dripping pubes was not cooled. Her dummy were trembling on their own conformity and her grueling hips heaved about gently as if the weight of lust was too lots. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched body and she could hear herself sobbing in tremendous unsatisfied luxuria. Deen was stunned and he went over to hold his mother by her over awake articulatio humeri. The vivid heat which emanated from her body almost made him recoil in shock. Her face wore a mask of lust as she looked up in a sexual haze. Deen decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the doctor. Please be with Mom until I return ”, he said and bolted out of the house. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her center. His strong knock-down look and her lecherousness charged impoverished spirit met in a stark exchange. She was quivering when he held her by the waist. His manful hold made her shudder and she went limp in Prem's arms. Holding her by her hips, he made her kneel on the floor, removing her saree in one single apparent motion. No words were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy look. No wrangle were needed too. He brought out his huge peter and placed it at the entree of her slushy slit. His hands held her by her total and hot breasts. The boilersuit hotness in her body amazed him even in his own horny state. He withdrew his prick from Manya's pussy after an initial investigation. He heard her whine, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him. The bitch needed a shag badly. And Prem began to make it.

For the succeeding ten minutes, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his huge cock in and out of the horny Manya's horny twat. Her voluptuous soundbox jerked and vibrated under his wondrous onslaught. He was simply ravaging her wet and willing hole. She began to wail and riot and continued her high pitched response to his steady, hot strokes into her dynamite cunt. Loud croaky sounds came from the horny female parent as her son's best friend balled the Hades out of her lusty, stacked soundbox. Every in of her alcoholic figure responded to this explosive ass. His hands mauled her already well mauled dummy. But she felt the grip and heat to be so wild, that she felt her nipples may burst out of her soft and firm agglomerate. She thrust her lush, hot butt back at his dick begging him with moans and beckoning him deeper with gruff grunt. It was mating of the gamey intensity and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son's pal and with the main room access right open. They didn't notice or maintenance. The fucking continued in its outlawed intensity level till the horny female parent felt the first flood of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing rhythm, he timed his outlet to co terminate with the curvaceous married woman's own serial orgasms. He shot loads and loads when he came. Manya felt her hale interior being washed with his potent seed and her pussy continued to thrill and clutch fiercely at his ejaculating cock for five more than instant. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this well by a turncock of this size.

The stud slowly withdrew his putz from his Quaker's mom's kitty and heard her sob in sorrow. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the main door was unfold. It was left afford deliberately by Deen himself. He had to sneak back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a medico but a good strong fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the first home. He sighed and looked down. His dick hung hitch, much to his sculptural relief. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton act of adultery. He saw his own mother getting the shag of her animation. And she got eff doggie style, like a true bitch in heat.

Chapter 10

The extracurricular wife stirred gently, her naked downcast physical structure pressed against her young buff's, in a sidelong embracing on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed nookie, since all the pawing and mauling given to her full body by people of all long time had carried her lust to a summit when she was sprawled wet on the terra firma before her sons, writhing more out of horniness than any need to escape their sousing of her voluptuous eubstance. She opened her centre and looked into Prem's centre, unaware that her son Deen was in the background signal, unseen but watching every motion of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's oceanic abyss 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 relish, in a personal manner she had never known before. She felt his hawkshaw 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 eyes, licking some of the pearl of sweat, her manus holding his forefront, while she felt him doing the same to her face. Prem licked Manya all over her boldness, his lips dabbing at her nerve, neck and eyes, while his men hugged her juicy torso even harder to himself in a strong gesture of take over. Manya was gladdened at this display of fondness and she purred her toleration by thrusting her lush pelvic region even closer into him, feeling his peter set out a hardening process while her juices began to open over it. Deen, who had watched his friend give his Mom her grueling ever fuck, took their stirring to be a mansion of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the home and return after a piece so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the house in this state of affairs, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one last look at his female parent's luscious asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her face was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the seat, leaving the door as it was.

Feeling Prem's dick begin to prod into her slit, Manya arousal was back into reckoning. She twisted her lower body, as if trying to readjust the positioning, when her school principal fell sideways, making her bill the almost fully exposed room access. Alarmed but not showing any suddenness in response, she relaxed her torso against his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature lady's fear, decided to close down the room access. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his erect dick from her sloppy pussy. The sudden emptiness made the horny Manya sigh and sob but she waited with flaring middle for him to close the door. Her work force reached out to unbutton her blouse, the just part of garment which she had on. Prem closed the door and turned to the naked, waiting female parent. He walked slowly across the room, his operose dick swaying gently, hitting his abdomen with every whole step. It looked like a hot, brand rod to the naked, sluttish woman on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a lounge and continued to look at Manya, with a twinkle in his eye. Understanding his intent, Manya rolled across the room towards him, her lush soundbox taking five bit to reach him, each turn highlighting her ample asscheeks in the most obscene manner imaginable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her eyes to meet his throbbing prick. Reaching out, she held it by her hand, using its hardness to prove and face him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his champion's mother. Manya kept stroking his cock and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her snatch. Prem's shaft entered with a swishing audio, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his head lovingly, while he held his hands up to squeeze and grind her juicy tit in a clockwise motion, occasionally letting his fingers tweak her nipples. Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling into a heaving up and down motion on the heavily turncock, feeling it poke and reach compensate upto her belly. His stiffness facilitated great passage for the sexy woman's jab and she did so in slow and continuous motility, building up a delicious yet searing round. Her son's sound friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in recurrence, in the process helping herself to more and more of his putz. The well orchestrated sex lasted five slow, loving bit where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their trunk seemed like parts of one entity and looked gross only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the jet were long and thick, each spirt being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly shortening fit. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a dresser cryptical tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off balance, but allowing her to savour the strength, handgrip and sheer joy of physical bonding with her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his center and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a near Quaker of his. He looked like a boy with strong inside and discretion. When he kissed her there was heat, and there was also care. The overeat female parent suddenly wondered whether she would feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The thought made her shiver but she realized that there was picayune to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the sass. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was for sure that the day was near when Binu would osculate her on the lips. He was aggressive and he was physical. On her component part she would stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent growth and send out discordant impulses about sexuality. They had to learn about sex the rude way and they had to learn about sexual correctitude also the raw way, even if it was a bit detain and at the monetary value of her own discomfort. All her life-time, she never said no to a hug and never refused an feeler from decent male. For her sons she believed that the groovy discipline was self subject field. But deep within she felt that she may make to play a role in Deen's actualization. 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 handwriting on her sweaty boob and his dick half out of her ravished pussy, she decided that the moment was later.

The time was nearly two in the good afternoon. Prem said goodby and left the house, leaving Manya naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went raw to the room access and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of events. There could not sustain been a better day for her alky, sex starved eubstance. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her full cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before the entire locality and been felt and groped well by atleast XXX horny males of all years throughout a wet morning. Following that, she had been given a weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his lav and now Prem completed her day with two of the most robust fucks her needy body had ever been given. The wonderful thing about it all was that none of her knockout made her feeling slutty about the whole thing. She still felt she was in command."Was the day discharge"? she wondered with a grin. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a slight later, she picked up her dampness sari and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped them for wash drawing finally and with a sigh, examined her nude statue torso in the mirror. Her luscious breasts hung like ripe yield on her broad, fair chest 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 ascertain and hear what was it that made her son Binu so enamoured by it. The bit her fingerbreadth stroked inside its profoundness, she felt a moistening in her loins and a pounding right down from her frown abdomen. She could experience her puss come alive and the nerve impulse almost carried upto her navel. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for further probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a 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 warning device. She was never alarmed by someone wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it was Deen. Having no sentence to dress, she took a biggish towel and wrapped it around her full moon, naked variety and went to open the door. Along the way, as was her habit, her right hired hand, wound its way under the towel to caress her twat, which had plenty of Prem's cum on it. It was nice to feel the ooze and she slipped nearly half her finger inside her snatch, to gather all the wetness. Before any serious probing could start she reached the threshold and opened it with her left hand, removing her right hand from her pussycat at the same prison term. She saw Deen with two bags.

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

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

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

Deen felt the sharpness of the odour from his mother's hand and inhaled, confused over its beginning."Your hand spirit queer Mom, what's it ? ”, he asked, entering the room and placing the bags on the dining table.

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

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

Manya sat at the tabular array and the two of them noiselessly ate for the next ten minutes, not at all surprised at how hungry they were.There was no mention about the doctor Deen had left the house to call. On finishing, Manya thanked Deen again for his reflexion and rose to wash her men. Deen watched her motion with stake, particularly observing her huge asscheeks jutting out at the nucleotide of her hips and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the break area from her knee joint to her desolate feet served a horny reminder of the day's upshot and the richly octane activeness his mother's lush torso had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trouser as long as she had her back to him and his hawkshaw sprung to a storm attention when she said"I'm going to bathe Deen and I'll call you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need help to get the gloss fully off ”.

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

Manya turned on the exhibitioner and for the first metre since the former day, began to enjoy a full fledged tub. She felt the piss cascade over her bighearted breasts and flow teasingly all over her body, pot of it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her passions and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her well ravished, glowing form and for a replete ten arcminute she revelled in the counterpart pleasures offered by the substantial shower and her own detrition. She couldn't say that she missed having a Bath with all the merciless dunking she received that aurora, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy organic structure. The bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her fount with a gamey grinning and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't stretch it to wash the gloss away.

"Deen could you please come and help me ”, she called out through the half open door. She had left the door open for Deen to come in later, but was herself naked during her voluptuous bath. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly glorious dead body through the vertical incision at the corner of the door and the minute she called out, he entered just in time to see her wrapper her towel around her waistline and turn her hinder towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's wide wet back with the mild material body around her flaring waist. She had tied the towel almost at the commencement of her asscrack. Her back was red from all the coloring material, except in small piece where her pantie blouse had been. Her reached out with his soap hired hand to allude her at the shank, his handwriting getting drawn to the sexy folding on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the tactual sensation. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her heavy shank when she had called him for scrubbing her back. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him hold her by her naked waist for a while, before whispering"My back Deen. Remove all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a flush, he moved his handwriting, initially along her face and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like wide-cut bosom. Manya had her deal across her dresser and submitted herself to his hired hand as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain reddish domain where the coloring material didn't come off easily. Manya didn't flavour anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own feeling. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's luxuriant back that his hands got tiresome and ho-hum and his breathing heavier. The sexy mother felt her son's intimation on her defenseless, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool him. She quickly turned on the cascade and the spray of cool water wet both female parent and son as they stood within a pes of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, unable to apply his erection. He was drenched too within no time and heard his mother's fully laughter.

Her husband's disgusting deportment live on Nox had left Manya More than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kisses and gropes he had sped off, leaving her bare and anguished all over again. He never seemed to exhibit the outside tinge of compunction for having left her high and dry at his chief'party and now showed absolute callousness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked wife felt that she didn't merit his mental attitude or his attributes. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her naked body as if in reassurance but realized with a smile that the high voltage fucking she had been receiving over the last duad of years were a far gravid authority of her sex appeal. And the fact that she was able to draw teenage macho-man to her mature, stacked dead body and leave them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a full flesh attracter who drew men and boys of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the serial of tone and squeezes which her younger son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her trunk to people rather than the idea and she resigned herself to the fact.

Midway through her self-examination, her son Deen walked in to foretell that he was leaving for school and left immediately when he saw his mother lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the concealment. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her hubby's presence in the sleeping room. Her ease grade with nudity had been rising over time and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The moment Deen left the home, Manya raised her naked consistency off the bed and went across to shut the door. She was naked in the self-assurance that she would now be alone in the house. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the couch and spread one leg over the arm of the lounge and left the early leg down. Keeping her mitt around the lour abdomen, she clicked the video on and saw some Song being telecast. The ruttish housewife looked quite obscene in that posture with her pinkish cuntlips being wide open in case there was a witness. Crusted cum deposition decorated her internal thighs and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two grimy numbers, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to think herself in the men of the various lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead danseuse in those birdsong. A tide of tickling ran through her as she wondered how she would look on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten Brigham Young and secure male dancers. She was twat caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the couch, when she suddenly heard the buzzer ring. The aphrodisiac housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no apparel were within reach.

"Who's it ?"she called out from her libidinous position on the sofa. She was relieved to listen a female voice reply. It was Sana, the neighbor's seventeen year old girl. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a moment ”, called out the nude woman as she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a underskirt. She draped a small towel over her bureau and went to open the door for Sana'a, her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the thin towel.

Sana'a came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman's body from head to toe. Manya was her idol and Sana's reason for idolizing her was that all the vicinity son, kept talking only about Manya in total lust and awe rather than about untried girls like herself. Even her young man Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would have a hard time warding off other guys from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon like breasts, swung freely, unchained by any restrictive clothing. She was also vex that Manya's nipples were set up even at this time of the day. She knew little about Manya's appetite for hard sex and her ever horny temperament. In her heart she was the good woman of the house who couldn't help it if she was blessed with a well stacked, knock out consistency. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every time the adolescent poked her waist to tell her she was very desirable even for women. It was pollyannaish give-and-take. Suddenly Sana said,

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

A bit puzzled, Manya thanked her sweetly.

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

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

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

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the barren girlfriend. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in future. meter flew and it was getting airless to lunch time. Suddenly Sanaa suggested that they should order lunch from their family eating place. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to cook. Sanaa quickly phoned her eating place, ordering decent solid food to lead guardianship of Deen, Binu and a twain of others also if necessary.

The food for thought arrived shortly and with the food came Salman and Sam. Both were at the eating place when Sanaa called and they decided to land it themselves. Salman had Manya in judgement while Sam had Sana also in intellect. When Manya saw the son arrive, she slipped into the bedroom and put on a scant green transparent saree over the half-slip and a sleeveless blouse, braless on her chest. She noticed after wearing it that the blouse, already low cut, had the top clitoris torn off. She shrugged and went to recognise the boys.

The guy wire were in high liquor with Sam constantly teasing sana and salman giving hungry smell towards Manya. After a while, Manya decided to fetch the denture and lay the food for thought on the table. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help oneself instantly. The import they went into the kitchen, Salman caught hold of the curvy wife by her generous pelvic arch and push into her sari covered ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her tits. Manya resisted for a while in discomfort but knew that she couldn't for too long. She kept eyeing the keep room, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly decide to help out too. Manya's hands tried to assemble some crustal plate and dishes together while her snatch tried to contend off the gushing juices from deep within her pubic region. The young teenager showed smashing anxiety in his mauling of the well endowed wife's body from head to toe. His hands covered her clothed configuration everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his hired hand right up to her wet slit, cupping and feeling it in a strong traction. Manya gasped and let out a light squeal. Her body began to see the familiar concussions and her breasts were already quivering from his pawing. She was scared they would be heard. Salman suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen,"Hey Sam we forgot the rice but brought all the other stunner. Would you listen going across and fetching it. Sanaa may like to descend 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 threshold. Sam got his sentence with the beauteous Sana while Salman had the lush and sexy Manya resign and horny. The door closed and the sluice valve opened for the illicit mates. Standing in the same place, Manya and Salman began a rapid ardour fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen board. In the stopping point two days the kitchen board was used for anything but intellectual nourishment readiness. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his Danton True Young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all exaltation as the Whitney Moore Young Jr. he-man's poke drove the blues of her husband's pretermit away. Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounce, cupped them lovingly at initiatory but only to roughly squash them as if wanting to come down them to pulp. Manya's lecherousness skyrocketed to great heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheated sex starved dead body. Five minutes of ceaseless pounding into the lusty housewife's bitch had Salman spewing out spoonfuls of germ deep inside her uterus, hugging her wholesome body ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Manya to be so enthral. His vigor pleased her and his putz still felt hard inside her sodden pussy even after the battering he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his glossa greedily.

Not letting Salman's cock out of her cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in modest saltation towards the bedroom. A storm Salman understood her aim and let himself hop along with her right onto her bed. The flavour of his still erect stopcock in her cum washed puss continued to stoke the fires in her abdomen. She craved for another pounding. A young man always came quickly first. But Edward Young cock shooter back to erection quickly too. Her ripe body could never be satisfied with a single cycle of sex. She craved for the next bout ravenously. She was a bunny rabbit for the bit screw. She was a slave to new cock.

Knowing they had at least another ten minutes the sex charged couple took off on the adulterous mother'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 delicious sleep. It was now the bed on which she was getting her mastermind fucked out of her by the neck of the woods rivet. Again here, he was fucking her doggie style. She was on all Little Joe and he was ramming her juicy cunt from behind. Their combined juice trickled out down her voluptuous thighs to fleece the bed mainsheet fully. The fuck and the soak continued for the side by side ten instant, during which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out on exaltation without the fear of being heard. She gave full vent to her bursting warmth by imploring him to do it her heavily and true.

"Fuck me hard Salman ”, she begged."piece of tail my cock starved pussy. nooky your Quaker's horny Mom,"she wailed, surprise Salman with her licentiousness. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs. M could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was cheating. He literally rammed and rammed his steely hammer in and out of her pulsating pussy till the stage came when she was about to skim. He could feel her snatch muscularity tighten around his thrusting peter and the milking get to a greater extent frantic. His out-and-out mauling of her heaving breasts reached bigger dimension and finally both of them collapsed in a heap on the creaking bed, going through spasmodic orgasms with Salman lying on top of the mature adult female's huge ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her loss. The pairing couple looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five second to disentangle themselves from each former's hold.

Salman pulled up his pant and said"Let me help you dress Mrs. M ”, and went over to tuck her sari into her waist. He squeezed the flesh there in approval, drawing a moan from the well fucked mother. They tidied each other up as best as they could and went into the bread and butter room just in metre to get a line the doorbell. Sam and Sana entered with crimson aspect on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any questions and the two couples ate in aggregate muteness. It was a full meal and took Thomas More than fifteen bit. Manya felt a little irritation in her pussy and once in a while cupped it with her left hand in the course of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his lips. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's interestingness create a boost wavelet in her lower belly.

After the repast, Sana'a said she had to attend an art division and requested her crony to devolve her. She wanted to be free of Sam because of the fear of any doubts in Aunt Manya's intellect about them. aunt Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched res publica, as Salman led his baby out of the menage, agreeing to drop her. He closed the door shut behind him, not looking at Sam.

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

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

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

"Don't headache Mrs. M. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the mitt of the sexy housewife and made her lie down matte on the sofa. Sam kissed her human face all over lovingly and even lapped her fret beads in a tender display of affection. He kept kissing her for a full five hour all over her font and lip, holding her full shoulder joint and then gradually moved his head to bury it in the wax mounds on her pectus. He bit the nipples though her blouse, making her groan. He bit them again, this clip making Manya clutch his head teacher. He spent another five minutes on her bosom, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her full and huge midriff. Manya gasped as his lips found her bellybutton and let out a fully aroused moan, long enough to let him empathize that he had her almost at his mercifulness. After his nibbling covered the entire territory of her stomach and exposed hips, she was a heaving bulk of flesh before him. The sexy mother heaved her hips and jerked them towards his expression. The very understanding, spiritualist painter then raised the horny mother's saree up to her waist and dipped his head right into the mature woman's twat. His tongue probed like a paintbrush into her dripping kitty and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her paw gripped his hair and she pushed his straits into her steaming cunt, so that his tongue could go deep and deeper. Sam obliged the lecherousness aroused former woman, inhaling her musky aroma with a loud snuff, which made her pussy lips saltation with pleasure and passion. Sam led the sore woman out of her soreness with his delicacy and expertness. Manya was now spread out lewdly, stage splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ Fuck Me'written in bold missive all over her voluptuous, well used torso. She looked pleadingly towards her Edward Young lover, her center doing the asking.

Sam felt her pussy and it was so drench and dripping that he felt she could take three tool. He thrust his hired hand first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his mitt and brought out his intemperately and aegir dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the espouse cleaning lady's horny bitch, feeling her cunt muscles spring up from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her sess leave her as Sam began a slow down and unfaltering shtup motility. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His dick had also got itself out of the first fuck hastiness with Sana earlier and right now he was well poised to give this horny mother a deliciously yearn nooky. He knew she would love it.

Long, deep and steady came the strokes of his peter in and out of Manya's pussy. She raised her pelvic arch to leave the rejoinder driving force and he held her hips to support the jab. Their physical structure moved in stark beat as if being orchestrated by an invisible music director. The sedate start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five minute. Incredibly their shtup continued unabated for another five hour till Sam felt Manya's cunt muscularity gripping his dick harder and harder until they suddenly released their appreciation. He gave one final violent stab into her stewing puss just then to time his release with hers. Both their releases were noiseless, filled with mutual comfort and understanding. It was the sexual union of souls.

Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam severely to herself and lavished his expression with hot and sweaty kisses for prospicient moments. She lay in his weapon for a long time, feeling the passion drain out of her fountainhead fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt sassy and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like a true up char. Sam on his part, looked smug and content, watching the half naked mother's beautiful features which looked better each time they made dearest. If only she'd agree, she'd make a heavy and natural model for his thicket or camera.

Manya, not realizing her buff's intent, rose as she heard the clock ten-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 naked waist, stroking her riotous ass as they gathered themselves together.

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya's ripe organic structure was already pleasured by four Whitney Moore Young Jr. stud poker, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive buff. Each was a different experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, slack sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her sound but raised her sacking levels to untasted peaks. The relaxed shag spread the momentum to all parts of her sexy torso making every pore of her skin glow in reply. Here, lying naked ass naked on the couch, she emitted that glow, making Sam regard in continued amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring eyes. Then her eyes turned flabby and she reached out her weaponry to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his paw cupping her beaming expression 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 get in. Her husband would come to collect his bags before leaving for his flight but she could never augur the clip of his reaching. But she was surely he would will soon after his reaching in a tearing haste. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more meter they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his buss, kneading her big tit softly. His after sex playing period was very sensitive and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet rim from his lip and asked him what he was trying to say.

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

Manya blushed beautifully at his wicked line, her hand involuntarily moving to her pussy mound, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must have secreted a nursing bottle full moon of juices, or honey if she were to trust his flattery. She kept cupping her pussy while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his piece let his men roam freely on her full breasts. Their consistence once again exchanged the passion of perfect strong-arm understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the dear test"?

Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned flushed than ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew they had very little or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that additional special manner. But she was confused and lost for time. Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a feeding bottle of honey. Before the sexy wife could talk, he opened it and poured a few drops right onto her puffed up, well ravished cunt. That made the beautiful cleaning woman gasp in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread the beloved all over her kitty lips, dragging the gratifying liquidity deeper to encircle her dear bud. The steamy housewife's leg were wrapped around her young lover's head on the sofa, her hired hand on his head, with his head buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and naked and his Delicious act generated promote high temperature in her body, causing her luscious articulatio coxae to embark on a slow pulverisation against his lapping typeface. Her cunt was a kettle of fish with her own juice, his cum and the honey. The attendant taste and scent felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved woman's body for days together. Her secernment levels were overwhelming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be capable to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, voluptuary body at his garbage disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the ablaze homemaker's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Manya's first chemical reaction was panic but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should peck up his dress and run into the kitchen. She donned her half-slip with the honey treated succus dripping from her ignite snatch. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sudation, soundly fucked housewife, opened the door to let in her children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their disheveled mother. Her body was sweaty, hair uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with perspiration. sweat had dampened her entire cleavage too and Binu found his mother's white meat to be fascinating mound by themselves. Instead of his usual movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his face into her large cleavage, his manus 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 full phase of the moon bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the productive spread from the restaurant.

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

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

It was just before her sons finished their solid food that the two-timing mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen door. He did so but not before grabbing the lusty lady of the house by her waist and giving a long and wet kiss on her full back talk. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen room access. Hoping that her sons had not heard the buss, the lusty mother returned to pull in the table, while her sons went to modify their apparel. She felt sticky all over and moist between her thigh. Sam had slurped away nigh of the honey and deep within she could still palpate the wakeful dabs of his tongue all over her insides. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bath before her bodily mess was too obvious to her kids.

The bath was cleansing more than refreshing for the drift married woman and mother. In the path of ten transactions she wiped out every trace of her hot sex sessions that her body could transport. What she could not wipe out was the extra overbold freshness on her typeface which came only from dependable, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi transparent saree and wore it without a underskirt. She also matched it with a clean blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her hips and settled at the low possible level. It did look like it would fall right off her juicy consistence any moment. The gossamer texture gave copious hints of her shave George H.W. Bush and full thighs from the front and her well rounded but unbendable asscheeks from the bum. With her replete bodied appealingness being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a lust angel in white. Her beautiful face was relegated to the background by her princely curves protruding fully out of her flimsy saree and close blouse. Wanting to expend some meter with her kids, she walked towards Deen's way. On the way she heard the bell. She opened the door to see the blossom vendor. She gave him his most heavenly sight of the day, her full breasts showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff exposed all the way down to her thick black bush. She saw his centre focused on the V realm between her thighs and crossed them as if to pull back his care. His gaze right into her George Bush sent a modest delight whim through her eubstance. She allowed him to caress her manus while giving the flowers. Even as the room access was open she lifted her script above her drumhead to fasten the peak in her hair. In doing so the lady of the house's entire midriff embedded with that deep and provocative navel was on display to the prime seller. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the peeress as practically as tripped, her whole saree would fare loosen, leaving her glorious, overweight charms open to the Earth. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy female parent entered Deen's way to find Binu also there. Deen was at his tabular array studying while Binu was on the bed trying to read something. Manya took a book of account and slipped next to Binu, lying on her belly. She took one of her favorite romanticist novels to read. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into reduce air, revealing her well toned and evenhandedly calf. Deen looked at his sexy mother's kind. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white saree and being on her stomach, her curvy waistline and hips were totally exposed to their gaze. The spine of her blouse was as low cut as the social movement thereby leaving about eighty percentage of her back bare right up to her asscrack. With efflorescence in her fuzz she looked every in a bride on her wedding night and in that minimal clothing she looked a bride who ached for a piece of tail. Manya turned around suddenly onto her back while reading. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally swept off her shoulders and the bottom of the saree was now almost midway up her second joint. Manya kept reading, seemingly unaware of the body display she was putting on. Her attire was nothing new before her Kid and she kept reading, not realizing that her sari rode right up to her sizable second joint. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath and her belly responded with little heaving motions of its own. She looked a delectable piece of mantrap and Deen felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd body language. He saw Binu also notice their horny mother.

Binu swung into action very soon. He kept his book aside and placed his psyche on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not make any sudden move. Binu began his exploratory practice of his mother's fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in dull and sweetheart licks. He concentrated on the delicate and sensitive zone around her deep omphalos and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her bridge player on her son's headspring lightly but did not calculate down. Binu carried his enchantment for his mother's hot body to mellow levels when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both female parent and son again settled into their respective sideline. Manya could palpate the lunar time period rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each piece into her navel. The succus gushed out a bit from her puss. She was certainly that Binu could sniff her arousal aroma. If Binu sniffed it he didn't show it but his workforce now fully encircled his female parent's big hips and drew her lavish lower body further into his brass. Manya's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet osculation lavished by her jr. son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and ready for fucking from the personal manner in which she was writhing her rose hip trying to appear rule. Her horniness carried across the elbow room towards him and when he saw her face, the troubled feature article starkly reflected the burning luxuria within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their skin when he moved his head closer to Manya's bosom and said"Mom, when was the last prison term I had milk from your bosom"? A stunned Manya looked at her son's head which was just a few inches from her powerful breast. Deen felt his cock harden at the passel of his younger brother looking at his Mom's breast while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her sari top off.

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

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

The sexually disoblige mother managed to gnarl,"No Milk River will come out now Binu ”. But Manya's younger son would not admit this for an reply. He kept pestering her to allow him to savor her milk in a childish demonstration of self-will. Deen wondered whether his Brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the situation. Suddenly to his utter amazement and wild stimulation, he saw his wellspring breasted mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one total boob and force it into Binu's accepting mouth. His cock ached and ached at this horny mickle. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that right offering. She just kept silent as Binu feasted on his mother's boob while his hired hand were still placed on her full, exposed hips. Deen adjusted his pecker in his pants but couldn't contract his optic off that raving mad pile. Binu kept suckling for one replete hour, during which Manya simply sat back, oral sex up, breast out, wearing a smile that occasionally turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no move to off her son's principal from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snigger saying that there was no Milk and the taste was not as good as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the moment even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unbutton and in the Lapp exposed affectedness asked her elder son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was difficult and his clod were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sense of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her sari pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her hip upwards, actually exposing the start of her thigh. In a minute she turned and in the Saami semi naked experimental condition, slept with her back to her son Deen, showing him the full and gamy cheeked nimbus of her ass. Binu had left the room after his boob lactation, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the wellspring exposed organic structure of his Mom, a few human foot away, bursting all over with curves, the Edward Young son fished out his putz and stroked it smoothly, taking care not to wee-wee any sound. He kept looking at his mother's monolithic derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack throughout his excited onanism. He pumped and pumped at his tool, not taking his eyes off his mother's well endowed ass and came in big spirt, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Manya did not realize what Deen was doing but was lost in her own human race of lust after all the attention she got from her son. It did not trouble oneself her mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her juice started all over again. Her right deal rested again on her snatch through her lucid sari and she kept giving her pussy discrete strokes since Deen was in the elbow room. Deen observed every individual movement of his horny female parent because he guessed what she could be up to.

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

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the house, Manya heard the front door ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to open it. Desh entered the home in a precipitation but paused only for a while to take in his married woman'attire and dreamy tone. In that white-hot saree she looked a dream. But the saree looked like it would slide 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 waistline. 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 him a bit more romanticist. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedroom to pack his cup of tea. He took a few minutes and came back again to the animation room to give a brief candy kiss to his stunning wife. Manya limply accepted the kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his trip. Even those dandy try she had made to stroke his pecker through his trousers did not twitch animation into Desh. aliveness could not bear got more dun for the endearing wife.

Not wanting to allow low to tangle her, she readjusted her article of clothing around herself, slipped on a petticoat underneath her white saree and a black bra under her white blouse. She waited for Deen and Binu to return.

Her two son were felicitous when their mother suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to admit her mind off all matter sexual. The three of them reached the picture palace house got their tickets. With Manya in the middle, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom inside. A bunch of local spring chicken gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's soaker ass sway away from them in a head blowing fashion. Manya ignored them like she always did. Inside, while watching the film, both son held their Mom's bridge player from either face possessively. Binu was firmer in his adhesive friction and his cubitus frequently brushed against the sides of her breasts. Manya relaxed against his cubitus after a while, engrossed in the film. Once in a while she felt Binu's hands on her thighs whenever a funny prospect came on cover. He would just squeeze her second joint and take away his hired hand. Manya became more and more cognizant of Binu's work force after that. By the end of the film, Binu had elbowed her knocker almost throughout the film and squeezed her inner thighs at to the lowest degree seven to eight times. Deen observed virtually of this and only kept caressing his surd cock without his Mom's notice. Manya was confused from all the natural event, but also very wet between her thighs. Her eubstance knew only one way to react to caresses and that was by secreting ample love juices.

When the motion-picture show ended they rose to go away. There was a yearn and winding stairway leading to the outside. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his female parent's hand and walked down the stair along with the picture going gang. There were plenty of guys who were eyeing the ample body of Manya and some of them came right behind her and rubbed their tool 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 secure kneads. Manya didn't want to create a scene there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked body with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the snuggling and groping being received by his luscious mother. It drove his peter into overuse and he stored some of the trope for masturbatory credit later in the night. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to look naked, then it was his mother's.

As Manya stepped off the utmost stair, she also felt her lift getting its last anon. grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the situation she put her blazonry around her two sons and the trey left for plate. They had a lighting dinner on reaching home and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner party, Deen could feel his comrade's restlessness and eagerness to wind up his feeding. He saw his Mom go to her bedroom for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the brothers could see that she had hardly changed. The sexy woman of the house had merely removed her half-slip and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her treasure to the world. Binu cuddled up to his replete bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing underdrawers without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the igniter and pussyfoot up to the sleeping accommodation door which was unlocked. Through a small slit at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a night lamp. He could wee-wee out their shift and moving human body and try his beautiful Mom murmur many a time. He didn't hear Binu's voice but only his mother's voiced moan and murmurs. His chum had one leg thrown over his aphrodisiacal Mom's articulatio coxae. He was hugging into her from behind, his head on her beautiful neck opening, his hawkshaw pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single layer of fragile garment. His hand which was exploring her juicy navel point kept wandering all over her huge, naked midriff. His Mom did not say anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of the night, at that moment, 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 teacher now rested right hand in the pith of her stomach, his lips just where he loved, on her navel. Her sari pallu was off and dispose aside. It was Ram on the phone.

Manya felt the flow of stemma quicken through her. Binu's ministrations had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not stop him. She also realized that she probably did not want to stop him. She was fully wet from feeling his untested prick against her good ass and his eager stroking of her venter and articulatio coxae added fuel to her raging fires.

"Hi ”, she greeted in recognition into the earpiece, her voice sounding quite sexy and burly. Binu was busy licking her navel and she had one mitt lightly on his head.

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

"Mmmmmm, ”, moaned Manya both as a response and in response to the darting probe which Binu's tongue had just given to her belly release. Her juices were in wide-cut flow now.

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

"Same here. I miss you now,"whispered Manya into the phone, pressing her unexpended hand over her breasts after noticing that Binu's top dog was down on her belly, licking and gnawing her flesh. She gave a pant when she felt her son's lingua rotate deeply in her navel.

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

"Yes, I'm OK, honey,"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 rosehip now from the top and she could palpate Binu's paw skirmish her upper laughingstock and cup the flesh warmly."Mmmmmm ”, she moaned, out of command again.

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

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

"Someday we must do it in office, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's blood rush and she barely managed a reply trying to battle the impulses of her son's whacking of her navel. His deal were actually now caressing the naked portion of her upper berth ass, the closest he got so far. From a distance it appeared to the watching Deen that his brother was actually squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her pussy. Her conversation awakened his rarity and craned his ear to listen.

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

"And I want you to come braless to my office,"said Ram."After fucking on my desk, I want you to dislocate under it topless and begin a long blowjob. I'll dictate a varsity letter to my escritoire as you blow me ”, went on Ram."Where would you like me to cum ? Face or utter ?"

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly aroused wife, her voice breaking away as a inundation of juice washed over her insides. This last line did it to her. The searing lust caused by her lover's lewd talk and her son's uninterrupted loving adoration of her heated trunk carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's head strong as her juices oozed out of her twat with a military unit that wet her saree around her genitals. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his top dog so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest which was pressed against his Mom's warm lap. The lap had been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four column inch below her navel, past the huge belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glass look. She had muttered a unspoilt nighttime and tossed the phone away, her face and chest panting. Binu saw his mother's glorious boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her genital organ and her sari was bunched up around her pelvic girdle, leaving her second joint fully naked. His rooster ached and throbbed when he surveyed the billet. He had followed parts of her familiar conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the phone"?

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

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

Chapter 14

he perversely thrilling pile of his sexy, half naked mother getting an orgasm talking to her husband's boss while her new son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage cock into overdrive. He groaned inwardly and ran into his bedroom clutching his putz. He pulled out an old photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that Night making sure that he came on his Mom's face in the film. His mother's wantonness flashed vividly across, each prison term he masturbated. At the end of each ejaculation he couldn't supporter wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her cheating escapades in future.

The oversexed mother, in the lag felt herself awkward and wet both inside and outside. While her gushing juices washed her insides, her younger son's middle and umbilicus thrashing left her sticky all over the middle. She looked down after her release to his head which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His thorax pressed against her pussy through the sheer livid saree, which was wet around the genitals. Both his hands were around her hip and his right script was infact cupping her expose upper berth stub. For a second she was ashamed of herself for sexual climax right hand when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a barbaric pleasure. Binu's nibbling had turned her flack on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram's call came. His lewd talk was the trigger she needed to discharge her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the impulsion. Now, after her coming, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire thigh neighborhood exposed. She could feel her pussy spasm mildly against Binu's breast and wondered how it would have been in the course of her sound talking and sexual climax. The intellection made the range wife shiver. And the tingle brought out some surplusage lust from her pubes. She was still troubled despite her sack because she hadn't been fucked. Her right body hadn't received its have sex sedation. If anything she felt hornier than before.

Manya had gone off to a difficult quietus in the same posture. She awoke, former than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his billet. His body had drifted away but his head was now right on her crotch. But he was dissolute asleep with a half smiling on his lips. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's lips had been the old night. They seemed to want to simply devour her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Binu realized the effect his squeezing and fondling was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't pick out his act to be out rightly intimate. But she conceded that her son was indeed ghost with her eubstance, especially her navel and ass. Gently she lifted her son's top dog from her warm and damp pelvic country and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree fall right off her juicy eubstance onto the trading floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was one-half by five. The beautiful housewife went abut naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at to the lowest degree an hr before either of her sons woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the Lapp half nude painting state. She put on a petticoat and a black bra. She wore the Saami white saree and blouse over the undergarments and decided to pick up some fresh, early morning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen doorway, Manya walked into the freshness of the break of the day, towards the jogger's green situated about 100 yards from her firm. Her white sari highlighted her amazing ass and revealed her squeeze waist build, while the disastrous bra only served to pass sharp attention to her beautifully shaped breasts through the whitened blouse. Her navel was the instant draw from the battlefront, peering out invitingly through the sheer E. B. White sari. Her raise view was irresistible with her heavy buttocks swaying provocatively with each step while her exhibit upper berth articulatio coxae and shank rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet dream. To the secretly following Deen, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.

Manya felt more and more itchy between her thighs as she walked. The nip in the air played with her skin, making her tit poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the night's rousing in her loins and her deadening body sway suggested that she was indeed in intimate pauperization. Her son followed her from a distance of about 50 m, taking care not to be observed. Every passerby turned and ogled the sexy female parent as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some physical exertion. On reaching the Park after giving oodles of punishing on on the way, the baffle wife sought a slightly secluded spot and sat in meditation posture under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"hullo Mrs. M, good dayspring ”.

Looking up with a starting line, she saw Salman's father in jogging attire. The heavyset L yr old man had been lusting after her voluptuous body for a spell now. Manya also felt her flesh stiffen under his hot spirit. She was silent as he sat next to her under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm 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 high-handedness of having seen his son fuck her.

"Yes ”, she sighed, and felt his strong and rough script on her shoulder. The warm sense of touch made her lumbus wet and her already aroused consistency responded on its own.

"It's a pity so lots of beauty is being wasted. Let me point you the new varieties of rose wine over there"he pointed towards an even more secluded spot, holding her shank in the Saame motion, as if to help her.

With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny homemaker rose and allowed herself to be led towards the spot, his lovesome grip heating her consistence all over. She blamed it on the early morning horniness, but gave in to the older man's advances, recollecting his steely grip over her shank, coxa and wet ass during the Holi dunking.

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

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

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

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

Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his action and the heaviness of his dick. Her palm enclosed it well and fully and the steely meat jerked eagerly in her hand. A groan escaped her mouth and she began a slow up jerking motion. Her organic structure was hot now and her juices began the outward journey down her alky second joint. Salman's father was a man of little talk and all action, which suited the straying wife well. He placed his voluptuous target on the pot under the tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, firm hand to handle her eubstance. She lay bland on the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single apparent movement, he lifted the white saree right over the indigent housewife's fair and creamy second joint and grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for condom. Her wetness surprised the older man and the heat of her twat only made his lust peak. He bent and pierce his thick cock into her surcharge purulent almost immediately. He began the hard pumping, first in nimble thrusts, which tapered into gasping deadening ace. His manpower reached out and gripped her aching white meat, making the shape chill. The horny wife writhed under his attack and her Passion of Christ rose, making her pelvis rise to meet every thrust of her older fan. The spongy sounds of his cock plundering her cunt filled the unsounded air and even in that State Department, the horny, adulterous adult female hoped that they would not be heard. She did not experience however that her own son was peeping and hearing, unseen from a distance, in a state of extreme rousing and excitement.

The elder man's fatheaded cock pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive pussycat. The other morning dew soaked the bring out part of the corneous woman of the house's waistline, back and legs, which was a lot of her wholesome body at that present moment. She lay sprawled on the wet grass, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the elder man whose son had fucked the daytime out of her ravishing body just the previous day. The open up air fucking charged her lustful body into renewed vigor. Manya raised her rosehip to meet every unmarried thrust of his with a force that surprised the heavyset man. The pecker clasping major power of the cheating wife below him took the morn vigor out of him and in less than five minute, he was spurting out his semen, mashing her entire tit savagely. The spirt of his cum hit her deep interior and the beautiful womanhood got her day's first seed blast in the betimes hour, when she was lying one-half naked in the park, obscenely surrendering her lush, horny body to Salman's father, while many other housewife were taking brisk walks less than twenty 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 char he had just fucked that he would go out first and she could give a five minute of arc lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to gather her clothes over her wet second joint. The saree was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The damp saree stuck to the curves of her ass, causing a very enkindle crack. From a distance of twenty meters, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously sexy and positively vulgar at that clip of the morning, with the razzing chirping around her. Her body looked so habituate and incongruous with the fresh surroundings with all the weaken poop on her. He did not see her getting her day's first fucking, but he could hear it. He remained in his vantage billet even after Salman's sire had left. He saw his sexy female parent adjust her saree and recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of the car park and move towards the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a brief discussion after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the adulterous woman with Salman. Deen could only view a percentage of the scene behind the tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and twist her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi good pose. He was on his knee, making thrusting movements, prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous female parent was on all fours, getting fucked doggy dash by the young scantling. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen crazy and he began a long and hard saccade of his putz, watching the facial grammatical construction of Salman as he vigorously fucked his female parent. 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 common home, thinking that it would be better to reach before his Mom returned from her betimes morning escapade. He could distinctly take heed Salman call his mother a bitch as he rammed into her twat from tush. On his return journey he saw many middle aged charwoman walking around, either with their hubby or their andiron, reveling in the morning freshness. He gave one last thought to his own lusty mother who at that metre was on all four-spot, her luscious ass senior high up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a couple of years Old than her son. Sensing another erection he went home, entered through the open kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched spiritual world, not very far from the kitchen doorway, waiting for Manya.

Manya's body was raised deliriously to a breathtaking climax by the wild fucking given by Salman's Brigham Young cock. Being a bunny for the bit ass, the son's prick came as a incentive to the sexy wife after the father had pumped and filled her well. Holding her plenteous hips and squeezing her swaying booby occasionally the stud spewed his semen into the horny's wife's greedy snatch after ten minutes of savage fucking. Manya got her day's second semen eruption from Salman and it was not even half past six in the morning.

Realizing that the parkland would get Thomas More crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would get out first, after which he could espouse. Salman saw the sexy woman he had just fucked rise and leave slowly. Her wearing apparel were deaden and well crumpled. They stuck to her lower eubstance, making a very provocative schema of her well stacked body. Salman felt she looked erotic in her smuttiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one to the full squeeze, making the wellspring fucked wife squeal in half surprise and half joy. Manya walked right back to her house as steadily as she could, not bothering to calculate at any of the onlooker. It was a safe walk since daylight had begun to relegate out. In that dirty, break garb, strutting her wellspring exposed ravished body around could have led to gang up rape if it were moonlight instead of morning light. Her walk of life carried a slow sway, imparting a sexy lift to her hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to greet Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual appearance. Sam's Doberman pinscher growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife's rosehip with his olfactory organ. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a gripe between the fountainhead fucked mother's thigh. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in alarm. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said"Don't worry aunty Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

A relieve Manya thanked him and started towards her firm. She went around as intended to the kitchen door, only to be held by a duo of strong deal. When she saw the milkman, the well used woman was in no office to react. Her Logos would be up and about and she had to ready them for school.

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

"When ? ”, inquired the persistent scantling. Manya was amazed at his pushiness. She realized that he felt she was an soft, uncoerced lay. The thinking didn't disturb her, though the expanding range of her admirers to wrap up milkmen made her a wee bit uneasy.

"Tomorrow ”, she said, freeing herself from him. She could not however prevent him from feeling her up all over her stacked chest and rosehip for one full moment before going. Red in face again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one look at her damp bod, she realized that she needed to change before attending to her motherly tariff of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her bedroom, she began stripping off her white sari and entered her bedroom to rule Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a visible light kiss on his ear and whispered that it was prison term to wake up.

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

giving him XV minutes to be ready for his bath, Manya walked out towards Deen's room to break on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to greet her. He was fresh except for his bath. Deen had to operate another rush of blood into his dick on seeing his mother in a underskirt and blouse again. Her talkative belly bore some slit soft touch where the ground had grazed her during those rousing sex school term. Instinctively he reached out to palpate her waist around those marks. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the park during my morning walk Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow."Deen was happy that she had not lied at least about going to the park.

Like a duteous mother, 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 shout out out for a bathing tub. In the john, she found both Binu and Deen ready to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his legal brief on. The half dressed mother got down to bathing her Word, taking only a straightaway facial expression at Deen's crotch. He was half erect. And Binu was limp. In the row of the bath she got around to soap Binu's crotch. The second her hired man encircled his balls, Binu's hawkshaw shot up in two arcsecond like a serpent raising its hood. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bath her sons. Binu's dick remained at full length during the intact course of the bath. Manya forced her eyes off it, only to encounter Deen's hard on jutting out through his briefs. Both brother were trying to maintain normality, though Deen's task was tougher. He watched painfully tumid while his Mom stroked his Brother's cock, in the act of trying to rinse off the soap away. He did not wonder too hard why it took one full hour to rinse it away. And now he also found it normal to see his raw pal fiddling with his mother's exposed navel very often during the seance. The aphrodisiac mother ended the bathtub and put the shower off. Deen felt his mother's finger's breadth graze against his putz in a very luminance squeeze, but decided that it was by accident. Ushering them out of the bathing tub, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the morning's adulterous shadow. She felt her puss mouth puffed up while soaping and a small tingle ran up her spinal column as she soaped her vertical nipple. The pressure of the mauling given by the horny father and son still lingered on her titty and the hot feel of her son's erect putz lingered on her kickshaw fingers. Her pussy felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to happen after the surd of nooky 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.

Feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedroom, wiping her axillary cavity and abdomen along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between her thigh and was beginning to savor the warmth, when her son's cry for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without dubiousness. No having the metre to decide on apparel, she slipped on a white half-slip and a black blouse. As usual, she tied the underskirt five in below her belly push and kept the top two release of her low cut blouse undone. This was as practiced as her standard attire whenever married man was away. She felt free and comfortable and didn't have to change unless she had to go out. She went to the dining domain towards two tough prick, one of which went with a pair of eager work force. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her shank, squeezing the sides and poking her navel at to the lowest degree five times during the repast. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her new son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his pilus. But it was not fun and games for her pussy. A dull fervidness had started.

Once her shaver had left, the amorous wife flopped on the couch and slipped into a short siesta. She stirred when she heard the doorbell ring. Her hand automatically went to her twat. Every sound of any bell was something of a wake up margin call for her twat. And the short-circuit nap had introduced a lenify tingle in her loins. Caressing herself between her thigh, she went towards the door and paused for a patch, as if unwilling to leave her pussy.

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

"It's me Sam,"came the response, much to the sexy female parent's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the door, only to draw off her hand from her mound with a startle. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for her coming into court Manya ran into the chamber. Sana watched Sam ogling her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a dark aristocratic sari over her petticoat. She was still braless and Sana could clearly make out her saucy tit poking right out of the blouse and through the sari. Sana'a felt out rightly overjealous of the voluptuous former woman. She looked a parcel of sexual vigor and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such opinion in her judgment, she opened a small-scale envelope.

For the next two time of day Deen simply jerked the life out his tool till he thought it would get disengaged from his crotch. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her breasts sucked and crushed by his younger brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her naked, well curved physical structure was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an orgasm in repugnant hot pants. The last tarriance effigy of his juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heave, voluptuous, fully exposed body being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling tit, wet font, glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her fork, flashed in a promptly sequence before his gaga optic at the culmination of every frig. With the final image of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his sidekick, Deen drifted off to a strangely demented sopor. He was sure there would be a clip when she would oversee to talk to her Dad on the telephone while some man fucked her wit out doggie style. He only hoped he would be capable to watch out her.

Manya felt the last burst of her orgasm leave her body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his caput out of her boob and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a stupor as to how peril she was. Her entire front was open right down to her bush and the saree was bundled up around her pussy, leaving everything below open and bare from her fleshy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt she looked quite vulgar lying like this following to her son. But she also felt her boob and recollected what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit damp from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of her wide breasts still retained his squeeze atmospheric pressure and throbbed lightly. sweat decorated her plush eubstance around her curvy shank and belly button. Manya's eyes drifted to her pelvic sphere and the mess startled her. Her saree just about covered her slit and was damp all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her little son began to sink into the well-endowed mother and wife. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial reserve rights on almost every inch of her generous physical structure and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to snub him.

"The greatest discipline was self subject field ”, she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his convention urge. Manya knew that such impulse were normal in boys and that it was dangerous to drive back them because of the possible psychological reverberation on them. Moreover she was sure that he would outgrow his obsession with her body extra time. As a mother she had deep dearest for her Word and was sure that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his love, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this phase. And it only made her feel sexier, full and more desirable. There was nil which turned on Manya more than the cognition that someone lusted after her consistency. She did however marvel as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her consistence. The thought made her a bit interest about her elderberry bush son's normalcy and she decided to conduct a closer look at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to blow into sleep since the excitement of touch and sucking his mother's breasts drained him mentally. It was his first encounter with his mother in a bare, strong-arm sense. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to undulate his hair and shifted her eubstance down to get back down beside him. She readjusted her saree to cover her buttocks and thigh and slept with her spinal column to her son. She tried hard to sleep but remained a few measure short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's manus on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her au naturel shank as it always did, towards her navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her pelvic girdle and rested there. Manya could directly feel the impact of his gumshoe against her full-of-the-moon and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's bridge player moved in and out of her navel in a slow fingering apparent motion. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving trace. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable impulses in her navel to take over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her bottom. Its heat and severity permeated through his underdrawers and her sheer saree. She was sure that Binu was not fully awake. There was no driving force of his turncock against her heated asscheeks, but the aroused female parent was trusted that her ass high temperature was interacting with his untested dick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny body. Her trunk stiffened further when she felt his dick throb intensifies wildly. In astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or thrust from his slope. She realized he was dreaming about the ample body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The pounding against her ass continued like an automatic motor. Her dreaming son's turncock was beating against the aim of his dreams, making the subject of his lustful dream thrill and wiggle against it. Manya stiffened her house asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming force per unit area on them. The muscle spasm were followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened the rear of her sari. With a shock the sexy mother realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to finger the undulation of release ebb out. For five proceedings after feeling the lowest weakly throb, Manya remained in that carriage to earmark her son's body to regain blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached arse and felt the saree around her ass, taking care not to vex his leg over her defenseless hips. She realized that her saree rode up to the base of her asscheeks. It felt moistness. Her son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the 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 sooner than rule. The vantage of a fountainhead fucked eubstance was that sleep enters quick and deep. It also leaves the soundbox quickly once the expect rest is obtained. The at hand sunup minute were also here and now for hot pants to get across on the beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her hip, the knot having got unfastened. She was austere naked on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast benumbed, now with his book binding to her. A quick recap of the previous night's case crossed her mind. The endearing female parent felt herself loaded once again with compassionateness and love for her son. On impulse, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his nap to confront her. His eyes were still closed. The au naturel mother felt an overpowering spate of heart. She gently hugged his aspect into her knocker and stroked his back, knowing that he was gone and couldn't signified her nudity. Her mind told her that this could be the net time she would be hugging her son as a lilliputian guiltless boy. She wanted to feel and savour the minute. She hugged his boyish grimace into her naked, replete titty, allowing their softness to stifle his face. She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him against her bosom for two full minutes. Satisfied, the nude female parent rose from the bed. As she got up, she thought with a mischievous grin that she needn't wear a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. Life was shifting gears and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early morning hot pants crept into Manya's good body the moment she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should involve a perambulation down to the jogger's common. It was not the prospect of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some impudent air for for sure. Putting on some undergarments, she draped the Same dark blue sari over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The saree was crumpled however, making her look like she'd had a torrid night in bed. With lazy step, the hornlike wife and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing unnumbered admirers on the way exhibiting different degrees of lust.

"I can't help it if I'm blessed with a alcoholic body ”, she thought ”, as she passed a staring center aged man. The man's wife was sharply dragging her husband away, giving filthy facial expression to Manya.

When she entered the park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sanaa. She had brought her black Alsatian dog for a walk. Manya knew that Sam and Sana were avid dog lovers and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana sitting on a bench, holding on to her dog's ternion, Manya heaved her aphrodisiac body across to her English, feeling many eyes on her exposed waist and amphetamine hips. Sana'a greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their small talk, Sana pointed to her dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to mate him soon so that they could get a lot of puppies for a unharmed lot of friends who had asked. Manya looked at the friendly but big dog. His eyes were deep and bright. Sana'a kept playing with the orbit around his ears and he kept raising his head to lick Sana'a on her neck 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 excite hands. Manya bent slightly from the workbench to escape from men. She found Panthera tigris cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's facial expression. Though not used to frump, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful face with his tenacious wet knife. The bore dog licked the beautiful female parent's face, thrilled at her willing offer. He ran his clapper all over cheeks, forehead, neck, and nose and swept it in one long cam stroke over her broad mouth. Manya recoiled for a second, feeling a stir. Seeing Sanaa laugh, she continued to let Tiger lavish his glossa all over her face. Her look was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn't seem to want to stop.

"aunty Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't lick my face that long ”, said Sana. Sana again felt a wee bit green-eyed that like her boyfriend Sam, even her dog seemed to prefer the voluptuous wife over her nubile self. She pulled the dog by its leash, dragging him away from the beautiful object of his attention. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her face with her sari and noticed the doggie smell. It was a bit substantial and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a while longer and decided that she had to get back home. She held Sanaa's deal to say parting and bent to shake helping hand with Panthera tigris as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her berm, revealing a immense segmentation right in front line of the dog's eyes. Tiger wasted no time in giving a sharp lick right in the middle of the juicy woman's cleavage. The voluptuous mother was shocked at the act and felt a sharp bolt of an indescribable opinion in her. Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's paw were close to her feet and as she took a pace, the dog also moved to bar her. In the outgrowth, his paw fell on the underside of her saree, causing Manya to head trip over. The fountainhead stacked housewife fell monotonic on her spine with the sari getting swept aside from her front. Tiger saw a fleshy object in his new friend and he pounced onto the exuberant charwoman, licking at her exposed navel. He lapped her belly with his recollective, dripping clapper, sending an electrical stream right through Manya's horny dead body. Sanaa simply stared for a moment at the lewdly exciting sight before her. Her pet was simply lapping the succus out of Manya's spread out belly. His tongue covered every exposed inch of her immense diaphragm and Sana gaped at the full corporal wife as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to kibosh the wildcat. Tiger delved into her umbilicus several times and his spit sent tingle all over Manya's rippling physical structure. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana extract back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her sari and looked around. About ten people were around, staring in muteness at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into red the flushed housewife quickly bade estimable bye to a still stunned Sana and moved out of the Park. On the way she heard a guy call out,"Watch out Maam. Dogs think like us guys. They are always on the smell out for a bitch in warmth ”.

The man didn't look like a regular in the area. But Manya was too helpless to react angrily. She literally ran her way home, her center moist with shame. Only after reaching her kitchen door did she cease to slacken. Panting, she slowly started to find her breath. The behavior of the dog outraged the wife, 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 direction trying to understand her nation. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt wound up. She felt like a bitch in heat. A real bitch. Somebody else also understood that she was in heat. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few days to get his hands on the randy married woman, was keeping guard by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering char and sensed that she needed cock. Unable to believe his fate, he held her strongly by her berm. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to line up the milkman. She allowed him to breathe her on the door of the kitchen door. She remained silent and shaking as he stripped her saree and underskirt right off her ass. The young stud repositioned his ducky woman of the house in the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to give her what she loved nearly. Feeling his unassailable shaft ravaging her cunt doggie style, Manya felt like a true squawk at that moment. The think sent ripples of pleasure all over her body as lots as his steely dick did. Her mind went to the bitch that tiger would checkmate to commit emanation to tens of pup. For a dart second she placed herself in the situation of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppy. Her fecund puss gushed out succus strongly to conform to the milkman's own spurting cock. It was a head blowing, delirious first-class honours degree shag. The tucker out char rested her ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the youthful milkman. No words were exchanged for a few minute. She watched with the same smile as he pushed up his pants and left her mien. It was a purely functional, design serving roll in the hay, and the two-timing Manya loved such fucking.

The time was still fifteen min to seven am. Manya had another half an minute at least before her Logos awoke. She felt fresh now and memory of the dog's assault on her flesh were pushed back into her mind. Her saree was still off her eubstance. Her ass was still naked on the threshold. 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 forgotten to hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was raw. Her legs were dispersed apart in sitting posture and she looked remarkably comfy in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the penury 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 adult female, his articulatio cubiti 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 guess it was her pussy. Sam had made her pink cunt spirit like the world's great treasure cove. She admired his ability more than the impressiveness of her pussy. However after repeated viewing she felt a warmth rush again in her loins. She gave him a sudden buss on his lips. Sam responded by kissing her backbone and held her by her nude hips. His hired hand rested well below her shank side and he kept squeezing her generous chassis in soft comforting strokes. They looked perfectly matched and at ease with each other, like a husband and wife going through the morning newspaper. That was how the observance Deen felt from the side window.

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

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruits of their old day's labor. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that Manya was becoming witting of his growing proximity. She felt Sam's conversant hand once again find her pussy and that really enhanced her comfortableness storey. She kept looking at the picture show of her lewdly spread pussy, thanking herself that she didn't wear any mob. It would give revealed her identicalness from the way in which her finger were opening up her juicy cunt in the snaps. All along Sam kept fingering her snatch. Even her suspiration and groan came by themselves and the couple slowly slid into a lean back posture. Manya rested her head back against the door and spread her second joint wider to gift freer access to Sam's cupping bridge player. He manipulated her pussy without stopping. Manya's vesica was full-of-the-moon because she hadn't taken a pee before her daybreak walk. Now with all the ministrations of her spiritualist buff, the atmospheric pressure began to progress up to near uncontrollable levels.

She gasped at his strokes and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His fingers got engaged and busier with the horny wife's pussy. Each strokes of his raised her need to bursting levels. She felt she would pee any present moment. But the moment never came. The loaded opinion persisted but the horny married woman could not put out her piss. The relentless stroke of Sam on her twat thwarted the menstruation. Instead her snatch got conceited and wet with super charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's hand, her brass wearing an agonized looking at that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no further clock time. He replaced his fingers 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 background, her pelvic arch heaving and her pussy swollen with the compound need to piss and get fucked. Sam poked her outer snatch with his finger as if to prove the walls. 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 anger and arousal at his female parent's degradation. He watched Sam toy with his shameless mother.

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

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

"okay Aunt Manya, you can pee ”, announced Sam, standing above her lewd manakin, with his dick hard and strong over her.

The demoralize womanhood could demand it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his pecker dragged him right on to her heaving, voluptuous torso. She roughly positioned his punishing stopcock right at the entrance of her dripping snatch. She arched her heated hips up and forced an entry for his cock, rotating her pelvis greedily to take into account his meat to settle into her gash. She took his hands and placed them on her heaving breasts and forced him to crush the quivering agglomerate. Making guttural 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 commence fucking. Sam felt it would be a sin to hold back any thirster. He began rotating his coxa and started a tedious fucking to feel the insides of her simmering cunt fully. His cock once again familiarized itself with Manya's beautiful cunt. Deen was now red with jealousy as he saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless crash and then getting fucked in a farsighted and teasing rhythm. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.

Manya's spite was elevated even though Sam took her twat missionary manner. Both the teen could see the lust contortioned face of the beautiful adult female as her wholesome body got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every apoplexy of Sam's dick felt like it was hitting against a urine bed. Manya's horny body bounced and heaved at every jab in the early on hours. Sam pounded with importunity to take the aphrodisiacal married woman to a much needed sexual climax. The sexual climax washed her inside thoroughly and she felt Sam's cock jet at the same time. With a hearty moan, she took out Sam's pecker from her twat and placed it above her side, taking the wide blast on her centre, nose, lips and buttock. She licked the fluids wherever her knife could touch and released his dick only when it turned fully limp. Giving it a kiss with a groan, she fell back on her back again in exhaustion. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the second time during that torrid fucking session.

Suddenly, before the eyes of the two teenagers, Manya began to pee. She had lost it. The catamenia came tatty and steady and burst out like a mountain watercourse. Sam watched in amazement and wished that he had brought his tv camera to cap this erotic consequence. For a full two minutes, the horny woman let out all the conglomerate fluids, clutching her belly during the act. She was still spread out on the floor, the pee collecting itself around the reverse V between her second joint. It formed a small puddle. With her beautiful, homely face and well fucked body, Deen felt his mother looked like a confessedly strumpet. A loveable slut. But she looked beautiful to him. His well stacked nymph mom always looked beautiful when she was getting fucked.

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

A upbeat Manya prepared a noble-minded breakfast for her Son and only one of them knew the understanding for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both boy felt glad for having such a beautiful female parent. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his first seed venting in his pants. He discussed it with his brother Deen, who told him that it was perfectly natural. Both brothers did not go into further details. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling dissimilar. She gave him a yoke of clinch more than necessary to assure him and even placed his handwriting around her waist when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her knocker to touch the back of his head several times in the line of the repast, with and without reason. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy ego and before leaving for schooling, gave his trademark squeeze and snog to his voluptuous female parent. He gave her ass an extra heavy power play and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's grade were off because of a sports role at school which he didn't flavor like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in admiration. He was a cherubic and loving boy but he was somehow back away and not gregarious like his younger buddy. Binu never lost an chance to hug and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or even converse with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually formula. She remembered suddenly that the son who were balling her were around Deen's age or a footling older. The sentiment made her shake and switch. If she could be a section of Binu's sexual discovery, then she found no reason why Deen should be left out. She decided to bring in him out of his shell that morning.

Fifteen hour after breakfast, Manya called out,

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

The surprised teenager was caught of guard duty, but he agreed. He was wearing only his shorts and nada else as he came out to the living way. His female parent had removed her sari and blouse. Wearing a bra and half-slip she stood before him with two towels in paw. Manya began her petty game by saying that the oil would make her petticoat damp. She wrapped the curt towel around her rose hip and removed the half-slip. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the former towel across her chest. The beautiful mother saw her son staring at her thigh and breasts alternatively. The towel came to about thigh length, exposing her gilded, well toned thigh. Her nipples were clearly outlined through the flimsy cotton wool towel across her breasts. She presented an air of extreme physical informality. The horny female parent noted that the upshot was not lost on her son. His Cy Young peter tented his shorts already.

Manya lay flat on the floor on her binding and handed a bottleful of oil to her staring son. In a mild trance, Deen opened the bottleful, poured some oil into his palms and looked enquiringly at his sprawled out Mom.

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

Deen rubbed his palms together and ran them along his mother's calves and understructure first. They felt honorable and well toned. The shape of his mother's calves was dainty and they looked sublimely graceful. They felt elegant too to the worshipful bridge player of her son. Deen's hands went past her knees to reach her brilliant, sarcoid thighs. He paused for a here and now here to decant some Sir Thomas More oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out mother. The horny adult female opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her thigh. Deen kneaded the physical body of her second joint, allowing the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt galvanic and charged. His mother's thighs felt like pillars of flesh carved out of banana tree tree trunks. The flesh quivered and carried immense warmth that got hotter with each separatrix of his. The hem of the towel was quite richly on Manya's thighs, about three column inch from her au naturel pussy. Deen couldn't see her pussy rim but his digit 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 take charge not to show up it, but her body betrayed her. Every meter her son's fingers brushed deeper into her inner thigh, 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 medal to administer some firm groping tactual sensation on her inner realm. He was getting perilously close to her slit. His dick was hard at the very beginning and now it was threatening to burst out of his shorts. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's hands oiled her stomach and waistline. She felt them roam all over her creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few drops of oil into her cryptic omphalus and use his digit to victimize it. Deen heard his mother's groan and sigh all through this titillating massage. He was finding it as uncontrollable as her. He lingered lovingly around her glower belly and could see as he stroked her flesh why Binu was obsessed with his mother's belly. Indeed it was a ripe gem. And it carried a current that sent its bursting charge right through his palm and spine. Both mother and son knew they couldn't take this erotic academic term for too long.

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

Deen took one facial expression at his mother. Her entire backbone was exposed right up to her butt crack. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hired hand to massage, he was sure he would be forced to come to her pussy. He could see the slope of her full chest as they pressed against the floor. Her hands were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the expanse and softness. His female parent had a very yummy body. He felt he was lucky to be able to service her in this fashion. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His hands also constantly touched the sides of her breast whenever he tried to massage her position. He lovingly reached into her axilla and stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny female parent. There was perfect knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The sexual tautness was palpable.

Deen ran his custody on the back of her second joint and in the process got to crush and knead them thoroughly. His sexy mother, from the back was as good as nude statue, except for the thin towel covering her ass. And the buttock of her full ass were all it covered. The rest of her creamy eubstance was all his for squeezing. At one degree Deen had to sit at the basis of her asscheeks in order to be able to rub down her back properly. When he did so, his tool came into point contact with the absolute foot of her ass, not even an inch from her dripping slit. He massaged away at her back and as he did so, his pelvic region moved to and fro against Manya's lower ass bringing his dick into periodic contact with her pussy entrance. It was a searingly arousing contact lens both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed not to show it because her face was down on the floor. Deen noticed his female parent's asscheeks wriggle and realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced the atmospheric pressure of his massaging which in good turn reduced the force per unit area of his dick on her outer kitty-cat. Manya was mad with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing short circuit his dick would bear been inside her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the effect on her young son. She didn't care if he fucked her. She realized that he was convention after all and that please her.

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

Manya got up slowly with a mixed signified of disappointment and backup man on her features. She was happy that her son was a convention kid. Her soundbox was dysphoric that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her mind accepted that non result with a maternally happiness. All in all she was neutral to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her bureau. Manya didn't bother to adapt it. Suddenly from the nook of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his bedroom window. She could see him fascinate to the spot, his eye on her. With a start she understood the spot. Her senior son loved to take in her. He was Sir Thomas More of a peeper. She let the towel remain down and kept her bosom exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate, fleshly sway of her rose hip. The towel was almost falling off her full hips by the metre she reached her bedchamber room access. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving Deen an unhindered vista of her full breasts. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their base and sides. They jiggled sexily at her sudden play, making Deen's eyes pop out. He had seen his mother's breasts in all kinds of hands and in dissimilar stage 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 shine off her pelvis. It was well below her bush and it required a simple jerking for it to fall off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to fall off her boozer hip exposing herself in all her glory to her son. Her racy fertile bush, her fleshy second joint, her glorious creamy midsection, her well endowed tear, her erect nipple and her hornlike boldness were all out in video display for the exclusive eye of her loving son. It was an awe-inspiring flood of lecherousness that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the Lapp time. She felt a deep release within herself that told her that her titillating journey was now comprehensive. wellspring, almost, thought the sex crazed married woman to her. Manya allowed Deen to junket on her sonsy eubstance for one full minute before walking nude painting into her bedroom and bathtub. Deen saw her nude, full phase of the moon asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his dick, Deen wondered why he was so aroused. He had seen his mother getting fucked into oblivion, not once but several time in the most repugnant postures. That organic structure held no fallal 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 electric shock."Could it be that she knew I was peeping. Did she discover herself to me deliberately realizing that I was peeping ?"The melodic theme made him go weak in his genu. He sat down on his bed, holding his brain. His dick was about to signal a burst. He had to hitch it all out. And he did just that. His busty, aroused Mom was doing the like with her well up pussy, in the secrecy of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back against the bulwark, and two fingers deep in her drenched pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her sexual climax was yearn and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fires within her which were risky, different and more powerful than ever before. The flood of juice in her loins had an indocile rush about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the flooring, she reached up and turned on the shower. The steady soaker hit her with a stroking force play on her chest, rosehip, Vannevar Bush and thighs. For a fully ten minutes the horny mother let her body involve in the cool shower bath before getting down to the grievous patronage of cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curves, she shivered in the memory board of her son Deen's hands on her consistence. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his young hawkshaw on them through the thin towel.

It took the beautiful womanhood another one-half hour to wash herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bath and into the bedchamber, wiping herself in the procedure. The bedroom door was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it remain that way, knowing that Deen would not barge in without announcement. Her body had never felt more deal for and attended. With two sons showering their attending on it, it glowed, making her spirit happier than ever before. It also made the stacked female parent hornier than ever before.

Manya's loins were now in a perpetual discharge manner. The juices always oozed now. Only their muscularity was decided by the situation. With sex fully in her head, she decided to lie down for a while and cool off off. Naked, she slid her juicy trunk under the covers and tried to sleep. Her hand automatically rested on her snatch hillock, the fingers stroking the mouth lightly.

In the early room, Deen ranted about as he neared his third ejaculation. His intact bed plane was smeared with cum. In the row of three tug offs, he had visualized his female parent's horny torso in all possible situations of ravishment, use and abuse. She had screamed and cried in his imagination as peter after cock ploughed into her greedy cunt and hand after helping hand mauled her well stacked physical structure. His final image of his female parent as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched woman, sprawled naked on the trading floor, her face coated with sperm and her aphrodisiac body heaving about wantonly in the net phase of orgasm. Even after interjection he could still feel the remnant of the contact of Manya's fleshy, heated body in his palms.

The bell rang 15 minutes later and Deen ran to open it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul, Manya's sixty year old sartor, accompanied by his son.

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

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

Binu walked into the bedroom calling out for his Mom. He paused for a piece at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the pot of his half asleep Mom. The bed weather sheet had slipped partly down at her pectus, revealing one juicy boob fully. The other one was also exposed fully except for her nipple. He could make out that his female parent had one mitt around her lower abdomen. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully naked ”, thought the untried son.

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

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

Manya stirred at the soft impact. But her middle were still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely face, proud of her mantrap. Instinctively he kissed his mother again on her heart and trailed his mouth down to her face."Mom,"he said again in the softest of whispering. Manya opened her oculus slowly and saw Binu's eager face about to snog her cheek."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him snog her. Her hired hand which was around her pussy began its own behind movement in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very slowly moved his lips down to her lips for their habitual peck. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to meet her son's lip. Binu accepted her offering eagerly. mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her tongue into Binu's lip in a doubtful exploration. It was the low time that they had an explorative kiss. Binu felt his organic structure wrench hot and Manya could experience him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose higher to nail the kiss in comforter. In the process, the bed sheet slipped right off her breast, baring both her big breasts to her son. Binu's eyes popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right breast. He had established his right to nurse and fondle her chest when exposed and he utilized this opportunity. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her proper knocker. Manya kept kissing him while getting her boob squeezed, her helping hand delving into her moist pussy under the covers. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't help marveling at the ease and skill with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the same time. He seemed an excellent kisser. The twin pressures were really getting to her. Her pussycat, which was already moist, began to hit in warmth. She realized the pauperism to regain some motherly saneness. She removed her wet lips from her son's mouth and sat back with a pant. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's oculus, continuing his breast caress for another ten seconds.

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

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

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

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

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

The dressing up was quick since Manya simply slipped into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten years now. He was almost a sainted old man. Manya felt very comfortable with him. It was when she entered the living region that both Deen and Manya got a impact. Deen because of his Mom's step-in dress and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to come with his son. But she continued in her attire because they had to pick out her measurements in any guinea pig. Three manly eyes looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained chest swaying sexily with each stone's throw. Deen left them and went to his room. But he took up a position at the keyhole to cheep on his Mom with the seamster. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be busy for at least another one-half hour.

Manya made some initial lowly talking with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen years old. He was a slim down lad with keen centre and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every time her breasts heaved during the talk. She also noticed that the lad's heart remained deposit on her Brobdingnagian, exposed midriff when he was not staring at her melons. Abdul then took measurements for her blouse. His son noted down while the father called out. The watching Deen saw his mother raise both her men for Abdul to measure her pectus. His prick shot to care yet again as the tape encircled her broad breasts and jerked hard whenever Abdul's knuckles pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw Abdul's hand graze his mother's erect nipples on two occasions.

Manya on her part allowed the job to go on. The tape graced her armpit, back, weaponry, shoulders and cervix. When it came to the cervix, she indicated to Abdul to lower the neck by a few inches. Abdul brought the tape with his quarter round well past the mid point of his beautiful client's ripe segmentation and held it for a mo. Manya nodded with a twinkle in her center and Abdul read out the mensuration for his logy son to jot down.

The old tailor then gave the magnetic tape to his understudy son for taking the half-slip measurements. Deen was startled. Manya herself didn't expect it but was indifferent to the alteration. Kneeling down to look her sexy shank, the lad encircled the boozer 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 perk up and savage act. He kept clutching his aching prick and peeped on as the boy circled the magnetic tape around his Mom's voluptuous shank above the belly button.

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

The turned on married woman felt the boy's hands pressing into her fleshy bring down abdomen for a few seconds as he read out her final measurement. She gasped and that made the youngster await up into her face, past her replete segmentation, his face inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her oculus away from the boy. The sudden shiver which went up her body betrayed her stimulation. The don and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's body as her watching, turned on son jerked off for the fourth time since the morning.

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

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

"Mmmm, yes,"mumbled the horny female parent, allowing Binu to contribute her by her uncover waist to the dining table. Deen kept observing the nonchalant mode in which his younger brother kept caressing Manya's shank all the way to the table.

The three of them finished a upright meal. While Binu was eager to run out for his cricket his brother and mother were horny and restless. Manya was corneous because of the immense stimulation caused by Deen's massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt great in the company of her son, airless 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 beloved starved woman with a sex starved body, this attention from her Son made her glad. It also made her extremely horny. All the kissing and pawing by Binu stirred up her juice and left her craving for the material act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his mother was feeling horny. It showed in her eubstance spoken communication. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him to visualize the itchy pussy nestled between those splendiferous thigh. He noticed lighting beads of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her optic showed a distract face. Deen realized a stage had come where he communicated with her bodily needs very directly. He could feel when she needed a fucking just as surely as he could sense when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a skilful fucking.

Both mother and son were favourable. The answer to their feelings came in the variety of a call from Prem. He called to find out whether they would be keen on a family garment sale in Town. Binu had to go for his cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen secern Prem that he would be going over to a friend's place to manus over some borrowed college grant. He asked Prem to occur over and take his female parent to the sale, promising to fall in them within an hour. She smiled to herself at the sentiment of being solitary with Prem for at to the lowest degree an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the house with his buddy. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's sake. It made him happy. The appoint time was six in the evening and he had an hour and a half to lapse. The buddy left in unlike directions.

Deen headed towards the mart and went straight to his preferred bookseller's shop class. It was his preferent hunting property for his cheapness solicitation. literature, painting, and cassettes - the situation had it all and the possessor was a friendly, portly middle aged man. Deen walked into the workshop which was full-of-the-moon of racks of script 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 passage separated each one from the other. A person on this side of the wrack could not see the one on the other position. While Deen started looking into the incest assembling, he suddenly heard a soft word from the former incline and stiffened when he heard the name ‘ Manya ’. He strained his auricle to catch the voices and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a quickening heart rate, Deen heard on.

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

"Yup, right towards her crotch. I had to retain it back. He must have loved the smell from her kitty-cat after all you did to her ”, replied Sam.

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

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

"You did that ?"enquired Salman.

"I ‘ also'did that “, chipped in Sam with a chuckle."Her kidnapping is never dry. You can wind up your dinner party and dessert in it. Eat her the all first light and she'll have you fuck her into tomorrow."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes it will…,"replied Sam."Any dog will hump her scent. And Manya will deal it. I know for sure enough she'll love it too. She's crazy for cock in any soma ”.

"nooky, god dam adulteress ”, hissed Salman."This talking is making me aroused Sam."

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

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

The stunned Deen heard his two supporter rush out of the store. Their talk and the revelations about his Mom's doggy risky venture shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme horniness and talk depravity injected a fresh undulation of voyeuristic thrill in him. Their talk of performing a troika with his mother with the hypothesis of the dog connexion in took his visual sensation to the high-pitched conceivable level. In a way he knew such a thing had to be around the nook. His dick ached and strained against his knickers and he kept clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had just transpired. He regretted having left the common early that morning. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

"If necessary, i'll offer to deal her for a dayspring walk tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would make its procession,"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 family was totally in melodic phrase with Deen's expectation. The moment the horny Manya opened the door to let Prem in ; the tike immediately understood her state. There was no Word exchanged for the next XV minutes. They rushed into the close room which was Deen's sleeping accommodation and the two hot bodies entwined and mated with animal thirst and zip. Manya moaned without a break as the youngster's custody mauled her hips, breasts, tummy and thigh with a continuity that raised her heated consistence to stunning levels of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each other like perfect body fellow. Manya lifted her tenacious legs and wrapped them around Prem's rose hip as he pumped hotly in and out of her simmering, adulterous pussy. Each time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiable but her sexual desire was on a rising curve. The beautiful mother was turning into demons that could die for cock. Prem rammed his gumshoe into her greedy puss and Manya's clasping twat muscles propelled him into initiating sharp violent thrusts which made the stacked woman of the house's body trill. Her tit shook like two beautiful ripe mango tree on a leg. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking delight. His cock made squishy speech sound as it pumped the Inferno out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping twat. The conglomerate hotness of the sex starved wife found violent locution as her hip rose in calendar method of birth control to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his back and urged him,"piece of tail me Prem. shag me hard and deeply. Aaaaaaaahh…."her interpreter trailed as Prem proceeded to give her twat an absolute shag. Manya gasped with each impregnable stroke and moaned with each full power play of her teat. Her body had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her younger lover sweated profusely and the effort flew from Prem's hair's-breadth to spray her face. Manya's facial expression assumed writhed expressions of surcharged lustfulness. She was being balled by her favorite devotee and she gave herself in completely to his strong hands and stronger dick. Her insides were being ravaged with brute eubstance. The walls of her pussy were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into pulp magazine by Prem's cannon like poke. She was gradually reaching yet another mind blowing rooster induced orgasm. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her breast getting crushed against his chest, while her dentition dug into his neck. Prem held his ally's horny mother by her plenteous hips as she clung to him and rammed his final thrusts before spurting out hotly into her receptive snatch. Their mutual coming lasted a full two arcminute. Manya's fertile kitty was flooded with innumerable spurts of her young buff's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to release him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like love tunnel.

Manya loved the flavour and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her head and kissed him on the backtalk, long and rich. She used her entire mouth on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful female parent's back talk. Their mouths and lingua remained locked for a full phase of the moon five minutes, during which time they slurped and slurped on each other's juice. Occasional gasps and mutter escaped the mouth of the lusty housewife as she succeeded in keeping her young buff's peter firmly lodged in her freshly bed kitty. Taking her sass slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's eyes. Prem, on his part, looked deeply into Manya's eyes. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness on her face had vanished and was replaced by a lovely glow in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her heart. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full phase of the moon of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that placement for another five bit. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying intimate bout was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his bedroom window, through a gap in the pall. And he was a violent, saccade, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his mother and best champion remained knit. His mother's second joint were spread and still wrapped around Prem's pelvis. Their venter were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty tits. Manya's feet pressed into Prem's naked buttocks. Their faces were a short apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful facial expression around her face, ear and nose, occasionally tracing lines around her center. Manya's heart was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again. She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly thorax fully crush her wide-cut breasts. She felt very close to him. He seemed to make out and deal for her. Her thoughts went to the fact that he was Deen's age. It thrilled her to realize that boys her son's age found her so desirable. She smiled happily to herself and her thoughts suddenly turned towards the one aspect that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she'd ask Prem.

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

"Mmmmm, yes, auntie Manya,"mumbled Prem, encircling her decently mammilla with his lips.

The act made Manya's body agitate warmly. His dick was still buried in her soaked kitty-cat, at about three quarters of its wide distance. With a suspire Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her hubby's electronic organ. Readjusting her hips to deposit him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a piffling worried about Deen."She of course did not know that her son Deen was listening to the total talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his public figure was being mentioned. He pricked his pinna and laughed lightly to himself at the thinking of his nude, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his scoop acquaintance while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

"Why worry about Deen, auntie Manya,"asked Prem."He's fine ”.

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I should have known your ability, I'm sorry. mother's eye misses zippo,"smiled Prem, slipping his right hand down to shove Manya's hip."But what have you observed that's bothering you about Deen."

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

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

"Please stop that for a present moment Prem, I'm quite serious 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 look and tried to prove from her body.

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

"Does he wank like all healthy son and discourse girls,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes."You are his best friend, tell me ”.

"I know he jerks off for for certain, 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 trouble line on her forehead.

Prem kissed her forehead and cupped her face in his custody saying,"No guy would need to look at or discuss daughter when you are in the sign of the zodiac, aunt Manya ”.

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

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

Manya felt a stirring between her wet thigh at this statement. The fountain in her pubes was being triggered.

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

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

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

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

His words sent a Wave of thrill into the housewife's soundbox. She felt her puss bulwark try to brooch at his semi erect peter wedged inside her. She felt wild.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Outside the window, Deen felt like his balls were going to explode. This had crossed his untamed imagery. It was the wildest convergence of the reciprocal horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving reflection to it in the starkest, most erotic manner possible. She was fucking his best friend as a surrogate. His mother was crossing the finally frontier towards incest. But the greatest thing about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the peeper loved it all the more. More than fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his female parent talk of the town about fucking him. It was wilder than the real thing, at to the lowest degree for him. Rubbing his bursting dick, he listened on as he heard Prem reply in his voice.

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

"Only"?

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

Manya could now palpate Prem's hammer prodding at the rampart of her cunt in mini thrust. Her pussy oozed juice and they streamed proper out onto her interior second joint. This was the wildest magic spell of lubrication in her sex liveliness. She felt her head word plow intemperate and her eyes were glazed all over with lust. She drew Prem into her even closer, her thigh gripping him hotly. She could now almost see Deen's fount in Prem.

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

"Will you fuck me side by side prison term you massage me ”, she sobbed. Deen's head spun as he heard her. Prem was surprised too at the breakthrough, but his dick talked him out of any thinking.

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

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

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

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

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

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the stopcock hungry female parent, delirious with lust. Her puss, thigh and hips responded with awake incestuous heartiness. She heaved her rosehip upwards to met every pistoning poke of the Cy Young stud. She opened and closed the clench of her overweight thigh against his hips in a wanton video display of extreme arousal.

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

Deen's head was reeling and his pump was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to start with. He saw an rambunctious man, obscure and mightily, manhandle his beautiful mother, heart into her snatch roughly, mash her fleshy eubstance all over and finally spew his hot cum deep inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't mind going through it with her son in the star sign made his heart musical rhythm faster with the realization 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 tetrad, with the grocer's severely shaft pistoning in and out of her steamy goof, she hardly looked the loving Mom who cared for him and his little crony. Nor did she await like the mysterious tease that coaxed and cajoled his dick into ultra hard erections with her revealing style of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every inch a horny slut who craved loud and adulterous sex and loved only those affair that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his seismic disturbance turned to awe, his despite turned to understanding and his jealousy turned to thirst. His Whitney Young brain related her behavior to the inability and foul demeanour of his sot father, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and luscious beauty like his Mom in his spirit. The sight of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked royally by a stranger only served to make him realize the full potential of his beautiful mother's sexuality and the extent of her true bodily needs. His heart reached out compassionately towards his mother with a soft corner. So did his dick - with a arduous on.

Suddenly in one swift motion, he clutched his burgeoning cock and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in less than XX strokes - so powerful was his surge of passion for his sexy Mom. Even after ejaculation his gumshoe merely registered a pause but not a droop. He quickly resumed his pecker pumping and this fourth dimension the figure of the grocer balling his cock hungry mother were more vivid and telling. With equal intensity he spewed his spermatozoan all around him in the lavatory, gasping at the monolithic arousal that had beset him. As he relaxed he realized that he related to his beautiful mother more than ever before. He desired to see her happy. He loved to see her glowing and satisfied. He loved to see her getting fucked.

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

Deen moved slowly out of the bathroom and headed for his mother's bedroom. He stopped at the doorway and soundlessly peeped into the way. Manya had merely spread the transparent blue devil saree all over her full body and was lying on her back. Her hired man rested just below her abdominal cavity and was occasionally caressing her pussy. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring sounds. Her nipples poked right out of her still sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the morning's events. She was pleasured no dubiety and also enjoyed it to the hilt. But she couldn't avail wondering how easily she had surrendered to the grocer, not once but twice. She was an well-heeled lay, and her action at law proved it. She thanked her stars that her son Deen was out of sight."Deen ”, she said loudly.

"Oh yes ”, he must hold finished his tub, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her saree around her well enrapture course for about the fourth clip of the day. Deen noticed his female parent's anxiety and waited until she had almost finished wearing her saree and just when she was tying the grayback in front of her shapely midriff, six inches below her tantalizing omphalus, he walked into the room, calling out her name. Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued wearing her saree and completed tucking in the knot and adjusted the forepart of her sari. The top of her saree was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy berm. Her nipples still peeked through the transparent blouse and saree, but that didn't issue. Her submit exposure was parting of routine as far as her son was concerned and she was quite sure enough that it didn't bother Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's profuse body with a new sense of appraisal. He now saw her as a heavy target too, that at times could direct off into indocile and wildly aroused behavior. His eyes never left her generous coxa. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's eyes and saw some relief and contentment. Strangely that looks in her center turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing look a remarkably arousing feature of speech in his beautiful Mom's font. It was the look of a impudently fucked fair sex. A freshly fucked mother of two untested and hornlike sons.

Manya had no time to lave herself and while sitting across the table with Deen, she wondered how her untried son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his mother was getting mercilessly balled by a alien. But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie posture, like a true bitch. Both Mom and son had sex on their head when the buzzer rang. It was Binu, her younger son. Manya rose to afford the door and once again Deen got the prize view of her ass, rolling along with his mother's tone, with each cheek rubbing sexily against the other, with the all motility clearly evident through the semi transparent saree. Binu gave his freshly fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the door. He smothered her still sweaty body with his arms and reached out to get his customary feel of her juicy navel. He was a bit surprise at its damp. Even her nerve smelt different when he kissed her cheek. The scent was not just dissimilar. It was more stimulate. And his dick endorsed his thoughts by pressing operose into his gorgeous Mom's easy and blanket belly. That made Manya stiffen a bit but then she had seen his erecting before and allowed it as contribution of growing up. What worried her was that Deen showed a mindset different from Binu. He was retiring, soft and closed. He was not forcible like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his food right away and gulped it down in lupus erythematosus than five hour. All three rose after lunch to bed for a light afternoon nap. Deen slept in his elbow room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's swaying ass into her elbow room and onto her bed. This was quite normal for the two. She settled her scantily clad ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her saree fell off her articulatio humeri but Manya didn't bother to adapt it since she was going to lie down. Her nipples came into clear view of Binu's eyes and even this was an everyday affair. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may have had something to do with her dead body scent he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a foreign electricity flow between them. He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, widely belly and stroked the material body lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her lush ass was pressed hard against his privates. He was wearing just his shorts without any underwear and this was nothing new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his father was away and right through the night, he would gouge her all over, especially her hip joint, asscheeks and belly. His favorite patch however, was her cryptic belly button. Manya allowed him to trifle around, with the confidence that it was simply a childlike fascination which he would soon defeat. toy around he did, but quite energetically. He would plant a series of wet kisses all around her belly, concentrating on the area around her navel. He would nibble, lick and flub into that juicy omphalus, showering all his affection into its enticing profoundness. He did that all the clip, at least twice a day and Sir Thomas More if the spot permitted. He would continue his amatory act until he heard his Mom's long and aroused moan. She would not shake him off but it was a sign to him that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a adult female starved of cuddling, Manya actually enjoyed all this physical show of harmless affection from her younger son. There were a few social occasion when she was not certainly about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly congratulate her ass, especially when she was dressed in a sari without a underskirt. He would swat and work it quite freely and even produce her squeal with his surprisal rise on her lush posterior. Gradually she grew to like it, even look forward to these gropes and look. They added to her sense of being wanted and enhanced her desirability tier. At times she suspected him of having definite intimate overtone in his activeness. Those were the moments when he would run his fingers up and down her asscrack, give her a big hug from behind and a recollective kiss on her low-pitched cheek, dangerously close to her wide-cut back talk. She would experience an clamant moistening in her loins but go back quickly enough to dismiss it off as adolescent behavior.

She did at times hope that Binu would not be so brazen and forcible with her. After all he was just twelve old age old. And he did not care that his actions were being observed rather curiously by his elder brother Deen. That afternoon, Deen realized that his voluptuous mother had gone to rest without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex Roger Huntington Sessions with the grocer. Her consistence must be certainly reeking of the combined body fluids of the dark grocer and his fair mother. He also realized with a pounding pith that her vulgar pussy must be still nestling a good amount of his copious waiver. He marveled at her conduct and attitude and was wondering how lucky Binu must be to get to grope his Mom rightfield after her fiery session. small did he know that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to make happy in her illicit pleasance for as long as she could, deriving the utmost gratification from life's little adventures.

Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to jaw one of his classmates and he looked into his Mom's bedroom to inform her. This clock time he stood still in amazement. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her rosehip with his powerful leg thrown across them. Her saree rode right above her thighs, displaying their ample well curved shape and the garment stopped just a yoke of column inch below her twat lips. He couldn't see the rim but Binu's sleeping human body fully embraced his mother, with his dick thrusting through his shorts just at the top of her ample, exposed thigh. Manya's belly and navel were fully denudate and undefended. The saree around her shank had dipped to extra low levels in the track of her sopor. There was just a 4 inch cover of vaporous garment above her kitty-cat. Every other column inch of her delectably fleshy midriff lay open air like a well laid out feast. Binu's head was buried in her full phase of the moon knocker, his nose dig right into her creamy cleavage. Both were gone and the pose, supposedly a mother son sleeping attitude, looked anything but non sexual. Incredibly it was absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu's insistent fondling and bellybutton kissing, Manya was never subjected to any sexual usurpation. At to the lowest degree not from Binu. But looking at them lying in close sum, Deen felt that conversant tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their apparent ataraxis and equanimity. His horny Mom, after her torrid nookie had shifted power train and was lying trucking rig nude in her 12 twelvemonth old son's sleepy embrace with his headspring nuzzling her melon like breasts, his dick pressed against her private parts and with his wooden leg drawing her full pelvis into himself in a possessive hold. The great deal was beautiful, strangely titillating and spoke of the absolutely physical channels of communication which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to stir up their bliss, he left the elbow room and house and walked across to his classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her plush body. She looked down to see her little son Binu's head cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She ruffled his hair's-breadth and looked further below to see his tight leg embrace around her broad hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive clutch of her young son on her almost nude body, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn't display this horizontal surface of physical proximity. Slowly she moved Binu's leg away and tried to come up. She felt Binu's arms encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up. She found him very cute, even though his custody encircled her lower abdomen, just a few inches above her bush. She looked down to notice that her sheer sari had bunched itself around her bush with her entire dead body above and below fully exposed. A boot shot through her lusty consistency as the naughty, exhibitionistic side of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's drowsy grip, she moved out of the bed into the can. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of freeing all over her trunk. She reached out for the hand exhibitioner to wash off her insides after peeing, but suddenly for some reason, she placed the deal shower back and allowed herself to remain unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remnants of her mind blowing two fuck installment belated that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to inflict his friend Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to take on his daily evening cricket. She hoped Deen would develop an interestingness in athletics like Prem and build his material body too. Manya wished her Word were also lissome, strong and well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making coffee berry the horny housewife smacked her lips and looked at herself. Her wearing apparel were still crumpled and her hair quite disheveled. The sari kept slipping right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed crinkle, giving those cheeks a well fondled outer coming into court. Manya's ass earth twitched at the much thought. The grocer's cuddling had been sensual and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but insistent squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting nada in comeback, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's female person Friend openly admired her ass and even made their jealousy obvious. They said it was supererogatory full, jiggly and could aim a saint to sexual madness with their high gear raise bounce. She tended to agree with them. Her keister did flare out out disproportionately from her rather copious pelvic girdle and what made the ass more prominent was her farseeing and flawless waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unequaled gift. Her waist and ass fed off each early's halo. Manya felt rather proud of her set up 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 payback. She was a fine piece of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Battle of Midway through her coffee qualification she heard the buzzer ring again. Feeling no apparent threat to her under dressed appearance since hubby was due only after half past six, she shifted her well-endowed body across to do the door, with her leftover mitt again fingering her slit mound up to the last second. On opening the door she saw her first cousin Dan's Brobdingnagian signifier with the arrogant face. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one prison term supposed to marry Dan but considered him too crude oil and arrogant. The haughtiness came from his wealth but he did not acquire class along with his wealthiness. Now age later, with her new found enthrallment for primitivism, the same Dan began to expect quite appealing and desirable. Dan's oculus swept over her sexily attired physique and rested rightfulness between her second joint. His oculus practically bore into that fleshy conjugation, lapping up the exotic sight of her drab Bush and the arousing ‘ V'which formed itself whenever Manya kept them together. He simply lusted after his cousin-german Manya and made no secret of his craving. extra time Manya simply stopped resisting his advances and began to give in - discretely to begin with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his monolithic arms enveloping her body fully. She could finger her big breast getting crushed against his encompassing chest and her unrestrained dead body started giving in. Suddenly she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for her, Dan had the sense to withdraw, but even he could feel a difference in her body odor. Not only was Manya's body riper since his last visit, but she felt and smelled unlike. But he liked the difference. Within ten minutes Binu entered the room in his cricket appurtenance and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visits were always surprise sojourn and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive giving and goodies. After burnt umber, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The moment the doorway clicked shut, Manya felt a solid dyad of hands dragging her backwards in a half mauling and one-half grabbing grip. It was a familiar suitcase and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six calendar month gap, his pent up lecherousness for his sexy cousin burst out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her hips. It lay in a raft on the base and Dan stared at the ripe and aphrodisiac body of his lovely cousin. Her monolithic laughingstock, her generous hips and the overall form fiesta which seemed to be aching for his heated touch proved too much for him and he simply hurried her into the bedchamber and made her lie on her back, right on her marital bed. Manya's thighs spread in automatic response and she reached out to transfer Dan's trousers. They were down in a New York minute and Dan wasted no time in placing his rigid 8 inch dick at the entrance of his cousin-german's hot snatch. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delightful entry. The poke began in a steady momentum, with their missioner expressive style copulation enabling Dan to stare at Manya's lust aroused, beautiful boldness. He simply adored his aphrodisiacal first cousin and hated it when she married her WIMP of a married man. That weak, pot bellied drunkard was a gross mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The thought made his already stock engorged peter pounding in foster arousal and he thrust deeper into her ever unforced cunt, reaching depths that were not reached in a retentive, long metre. There was no lecture between the two. Their dead body met and their eyes also met in the course of this searing union. Her face shifted to different levels of lust in melodic phrase with his steadily pistoning cock, while his face got uncivilised and wilder, as if a cage in tiger had been released. Every thrusting carried Manya's heated consistence to higher level of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding peter rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet pussy in drawn-out spurt of manly germ. Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in frenzy during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an explosive climax with the duple induction ignited. Gasping and feeling her cunt spasm involuntarily, she let herself unwind, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her cunt still exerted receding insistency on his slowly deflating dick until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving long and deep kisses all over her sweat covered face. Manya suddenly felt a shudder as his hands came off her chest, releasing his vice like grip on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they always acted on first sight whenever he came home. No Holy Writ were spoken. It was simple-minded, plain pumping and lyric would espouse later. And clever Dan, he always chose the time when Desh was out of the house to ready his debut. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the night and also having a drink with Desh.

With the flurry of the kickoff fuck with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously disgusting delight all over her soundbox. It was the tierce fourth dimension she got roll in the hay that day and what she loved most was that all succus were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a beauty enriching gleaming on an otherwise calm and moderately face. Not bothering to put on her saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to make some more coffee for them. As she waited for the deep brown to warm up, her hand again drifted towards her just fucked slit. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the juice salmagundi in her pussycat to spread all over her balmy finger. She loved the look of her pussy when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the only sentence she tried to make Desh eat her kitty-cat by spreading honey all over her chthonic realm and dragging his head into her genitalia. Quite to her surprise 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 coffee into two cups, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude. She gave him a mischievous smiling when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's eyes once again focalize straight on her brassy stern and this metre certain tenderness overcame him as he reached down to softly knead and cup it.

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

He kneaded her resplendent, fleshy derriere for nearly a minute, kissing her earlobes while doing so. Manya loved being held from fanny. Her whole torso responded to nurture caresses and raise initiative almost naturally. Maybe that was one rationality why she found it hard to ward off Binu's uninterrupted rape on her ass. That was one zone she had no control condition over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's putz slowly mechanical press against her au naturel asscheeks. A pounding began all over her eubstance, which gained in vividness when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen table. His now erect prick was probing her entire and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a lapin would calculate for its hole. Manya was wet in no time again. It was her twat trickle that drew his hard again prick towards it like a flesh magnet. Suddenly cock met cunt and the humping began. Dan's hands now fully cupped a bent Manya's bosom while his steely putz carried off from where it left her steamy twat a little while ago. His organ stroked deeper and deeper into the horny mother's slit, making her forefront bound off the table with each stroke. The penetration was much deep due to the bent posture and the thrusts were yearner due to the first spate of lust having already been extinguished during their first fuck. It was a long, tedious and more delicious mating, but absolutely forcible in nature. It was the union of two bodies that were custom designed for fucking each early. His six ft broad form mounting her five foot seven inch of adulterous voluptuousness. The criminal conversation added to the heat of their passionateness and the heat of their copulation made the kitchen set back shingle vigorously. Sounds of their aloud fucking mingled with the sounds of wood trembling.

It was initially the strait of wood that made Deen discard the main door and pass around the family to the kitchen to see if there was any problem. As he approached, he could also hear the loud grunts of a man and the continuous moans of a char. He could recognize the moans of his horny mom but was concerned about the male grunts. It was certainly not his don's and that too at this time of the day. If his father fucked his mom during deep afternoon even once a month, then she would not stimulate to look at substitute cock in life, he reasoned. Having eliminated that option, he peered through the kitchen window and was greeted by the most arousing batch of his life.

His rump naked female parent was bent grass over the kitchen mesa with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick cock in and out of her sloppy pussy like a machine. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every arduous stroke Dan gave into her lewdly presented puss. Bent like a bitch, she was taking it from behind and screaming her lusty approval every prison term a drive found its target. The strait were squishy with intermittent smack reverberating through the kitchen each time Dan's balls slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood mesmerised again with his manus taking its inevitable route to his cock bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his privates, pulling out his throbbing member. With every stroke of Dan into Manya's wetly sensory pussy, her son stroked his dick, matching Dan stroke for CVA. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his mother's lust. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's glassy aspect, marveling at the sexual energy it carried.

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

Dan and Deen came together, the former into the wanton snatch of Deen's female parent and the latter into sparse air, with just one drop getting splattered on the kitchen window pane. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit sight he had been attestor to, trying to engulf the day's upshot. Two unlike Guy had fucked his beautiful, sexy female parent and both clip she took it like a bitch, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to consecrate the two-timing span five minute of arc before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A ace day, Deen had witnessed the utter putrefaction of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's case, the more preoccupied he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristical way. The roue surged in his tool at the thought of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The mass of her pink, throbbing pussy getting a hammering in the most degrading attitude filled his mind with the consummate emotions of empathy for a housewife in pauperism. He began to have-to doe with to her more and more and even thought that he may like to ease some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her knowledge so that he could keep an eye on and revel in the absolutely awesome manner in which she received hard cock.

With these thoughts floating in his nous, he rang the doorbell. Manya opened the door herself and gave him a remarkably reinvigorated smile. His center took in her full-blooded form which looked even more voluptuous than ever before. Her cheek was brighter than when he left her and her paseo was a lot indolent and provocative. Her deadening steps imparted a shaft 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 wax, well fucked soundbox through different microscope stage of her illicitly extra sexual day today. He could have bid a million dollars to possess that saree after she ultimately discarded it today. A life-time of jerking off was contained in the aroma of that aphrodisiac sari for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's voodoo and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realize that her adultery had won her an immediate sympathizer and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued form Deen kept caressing his hammer until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the animation room lounge to recognise his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the bedroom and followed her with his eyes until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few second later and two span of centre went true towards her hips. Deen saw that she had put on her white petticoat under the puritanic saree and immediately understood that it was time for his Dad to make it. The saree however was still well below her robust belly button and her blouse was still topless. Deen wondered when she would finally have a tub and cleanse herself of the signs of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in less than thirty minute of arc and acknowledged Dan's mien with a cursory hi. In a draw near demure way, Manya served snacks and java for all. Only Deen could feel her inner wickedness and he loved her for feeling that way. That mischievousness was going to be the source 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 twice the tread of Dan and Dan made no attempt to mate the alcoholic Desh. Instead his looking always traveled towards Manya's ass and breasts whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his room to study but continue peeping into the living elbow room where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the second. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to limit his drinks and Dan nodded, winking at the Sami time. His buddy Binu also entered the menage and a flying dinner party followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not take to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual exchanges 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 married woman and asked her to come in to the bedroom, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An hour later, he heard a whispering and peered from one corner of his bed sheet 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 married woman. Manya's fair and throbbing body glistened in the overtone darkness as her boozy husband began pawing her breasts roughly with both his deal, after positioning himself above her lying physical body. Manya surrendered with some stage of expectation. Deen could make out his mother's naked glory in the semi duskiness and deep sucking sounds of his Dad suckling his mother's full chest like a fry could also be heard. Manya's moans were more out of irritation than arousal and Deen could reach that out in a moment. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw it. Desh didn't bother to ascertain whether his son was at rest and Manya of trend was totally unconcerned either way. In to a lesser extent than a minute after some hurried arousal, Desh mounted his au naturel wife with his son peering in oddment just a few feet away from them. Deen couldn't make out the dimensions of his father's dick, but he saw him try out some emphatic movements which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his highly-sexed Mom had just begun to moan in arousal. It was all over in a instant. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife quivering in frustrated nudity. Manya continued to lie defenseless on her back, hands buried deep into her dripping snatch and she may induce thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not have been more awake and alive to the needs of his beautiful mother. However he had to simply go 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 outcome. She strode the right way out of the room in obtuse deliberate steps, stark naked and without a forethought in the creation. Her broad hips and fleshy can were silhouetted erotically in the supererogatory dim light while her naked breasts shone in splendor every time some reflected sparkle from the open window bounced off them. She was a beauty in distress and she happened to be his own mother. The lulu was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her hubby's hitch peter could only make out to stoke her lust blast. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her alcoholic, bare physique disappearing into Uncle Dan's way. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin to arrive. An hour later, Manya stumbled into the sleeping room and Deen watched his wellspring fucked mom trip naked aright under the bed sheet. What a day it had been for the horny housewife. And she slept with her hand still caressing her slit mound and remained in that naked, curling posture until she awoke.

Manya awoke outset adjacent break of the day and started it as usual with her morning flash for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the principal door dressed just in the like grim transparent saree without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five yr old studhorse milkman was caught unawares by this wanton display. Her nude boobs showed clearly in all their glory and her ass was secure than fully naked. It was just a flimsy, sheer piece of cloth pretending to cover her voluptuous body and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the milk and turned around to reveal the awesome resplendence of her full ass to the public of one full bit. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to begin deep brown making in all earnest, still wearing that one saree on her well ravished body. Dan had fucked his horny cousin in every conceivable military strength the previous night and together they came at least five prison term. It would stimulate been a day of marathon fucking for any other charwoman, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit weighty in the hip as if some excess lust still lingered in that well stacked trunk. She suddenly heard a easygoing rap on the kitchen windowpane and looked up to see the milkman's new and cheerful case. He had a mail boat of milk in his custody and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the threshold. Surprised that he chose the backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached out to take the packet boat. 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 concur the falling dame and he held out both his palms, in the process ending up with both her full moon, almost naked breasts in his hands. Manya felt bolts of electrical energy shoot through her mammilla as he straightened her. His hands were still on her heaving titty and he made no effort to absent them. Manya too did not say a word but stood still, allowing the moment to adopt over. There she stood, naked for all purposes, a corneous homemaker early in the morning, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's men began to knead and compact slowly, bringing life into those hillock and waves of pleasure into Manya's lust triggered body. The saree was fighting a losing battle and slowly fell right off her shoulders, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an inch above her George Walker Bush, which was clearly visible through the unreliable juicy sari. Manya stood still as the youth kept one handwriting in caressing motion on her allow for titty while he ran the right hand one all over her waist, coxa, and belly and poked into her navel. His unattackable fingers reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding his head in her hands and bringing it down for a hot, long and lingua tying kiss. His youthful Passion and the mischief of the early break of the day cinch on her glowing skin may have got forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The young milkman understood the lady's state and without any further delay, he placed the aroused, almost nude lady of the house on the threshold of her kitchen with her nous inside, leaving her fleshy, splendid and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and out-of-doors, with her knees kneeling outside the door. The studhorse placed himself right behind her lush ass and gave some readying power play to those quivering world o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the position brought about the inactive lust in her like no other military strength. She rotated her ass provocatively like a bitch in passion and almost mewled in stimulation as his unattackable, young dick began examining its first appearance road into that seething cunt. A sudden thrust ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its speed and vigor. Then thrust after knife thrust followed at lightning upper, almost akin to a dog mating its bitch in the peak of the mating time of year. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her hips and his helping hand reached out to maul her swinging tit with the vigor of an athlete. It was the kind of boob mauling she craved for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She was ready to deliver her psyche for this quality of fucking. Her forced stifling of her screams drove his cacoethes to further tiptop as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a licentious thrill to both and Thomas More so in Manya's sheath. She continued to enjoy the furiously step ramming this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his traction and her boobs felt like they would get shoot apart from her juicy body. But trench within, her loins, pussycat bud and rampart screamed in delight at this special pounding in the peculiar place, right on the doorstep.

Her strait were only too familiar to her son Deen. Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan's elbow room for a peek. Not finding her there, he thought that she may take decided to take her hanker postponed bathroom. Seeing even the bath empty, he followed the sounds that he began to get a line and walked right into the kitchen. The animalistic fucking of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise him, but the pooch style adopted yet again and the kick like organic structure nomenclature of his well stacked Mom during her licentious liaison stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising luxuria from behind the icebox as his lovely mother gave herself to this stranger like a wanton beef in the wee time of day of the morning. The stud shot his load, Manya screamed her way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own moans as he shot a vast lading of sperm onto the icebox side. He saw the milkman put his cock away even as his wellspring fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare base outdoors, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorstep supported her sexy waistline as she lay spread-eagled, breathing heavily from the exertion. Her cheek wore a grinning of satisfaction and prevarication in hat pose, with the flimsy sari still bunched up around her hips, she looked a truthful slut. Deen found this slut look in his mother as being airy 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 lav, knowing that he might be denying his seed filled mother a prospect at the loo. He brought his shaft out again and pumped its hardness, recollecting the morning's depravity. He kept jerking off, the image of his mother's near nude form lying on the kitchen threshold, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.

female parent Manya on the other hand rose and steadied herself by holding the door. She kept the sari bunched around her hips with her left wing handwriting holding the garment around her privates arena. She looked a ravishing sight as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big form of Dan.

"I knew you would be about early ”, whispered Dan, holding her naked articulatio humeri and not even questioning her on her 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 script slipped crushed to hold her by the asscheeks and the moistness there certainly took him by surprise.

Manya simply allowed Dan to hold on leading her till they reached the dining table. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her full ass and laid her, back down on the mesa. Manya let him recline her brain and back while he had her second joint and leg stretched out of the tabular array. He drew her shapely thighs around his pelvic girdle and tugged her saree away, divesting himself of his trunks in the cognitive operation. Manya was nude and outstretched now, her luscious ass resting on the bound of the dining tabular array, with her first cousin's hawkshaw already testing her pussy entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the coxa, and continued to stay wordless as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their torso so close to each other that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this berth ?"

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

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

In that intimate emplacement, the two of them had a long, leisurely fuck, driven by some confidence that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious lieu. They fucked and fucked, for ten long minutes with his hands squeezing and un squeezing her charged up rose hip and his palms occasionally rising to cup and knead her trembling white meat. They looked keen together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual moving ridge, beads of sweat decorating both their faces. The beast bent to osculate his beauty for one last time that day. The beauty accepted his stake entrancement kiss with smiling erotism. Five minutes later she detached herself from his clutches, letting her leg drop down but still circulate them lewdly on the table. Dan bent and placed a prospicient, lingering kiss, right on her pussy, making her gasp and groan all over again.

He left her in that naked, well ravished state of matter on her dining table.

Chapter 7

Manya's sunup had got off to a rousing beginning with two greatest round of sex. One was grueling and tight with a Brigham Young stud, while the other was a gradual, mutually seeking love making session with her cousin. The delicacy of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zona, which was her pelvic girdle and ass package. The stallion volume of physique was damp from swither and semen. Her privates and inside thigh were completely gluey and an seep path had formed right down to her knee. Her pussy had been pulverized since the previous morn by four unlike men and she was feeling full down there as if it were a repository of sperm cell, of the dry, trucking rig dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all form. The red-hot female parent of two son felt deliciously juicy all over and her body ached Thomas More out of pleasurable pulsation rather than any wear out. Two explosive fucks in half an hr between poop to six and quarter past six in the sunrise was a dream for any thirty six year old woman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply horny as Manya.

She heard no hearable sounds of movement in the theater other than Dan in his privy and he would pass on any minute now for his trajectory. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her pussy, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after load of semen deposit. She began to wish this stickiness because it made her feel very sexy and did not grant her to take her judgement off sex. Of belated she hated to intend of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must clean up for the new day. Lying defenseless on her dining board with a somewhat satisfied incandescence all over her body, she kept smiling to herself with her hand around her pussy hillock, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to have it the most. Her famous blueness saree was lying on a professorship next to the tabular array and her optic fell on it. That brought her out of her oneirism and suddenly the total obscenity of her represent state struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right hand on her pussy pile, she picked up her sari and threw as much of it around her as potential without any wearing pattern, almost like she was throwing a bed shroud around herself. But this being a lot more transparent than a bed tabloid, her full and glowing trunk still stood magnificently revealed. Her well molded and well caressed breast jiggled with every sexy step she took towards her bedroom. Her walk was sheer erotic poetry in motility and befitted the brush of a master key artist. Her body was more or less covered but the careless way in which she draped the saree left her entire creamy back surface right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitor or viewers at that time. Two of the visitant had already fucked her half way to heaven. But she was incorrectly about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth jerking off in the sewer and came out of the john and prepared to go to his room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't bother to disturb his snoring beginner. He looked at him and felt almost sorry for him. He felt sorry for his female parent too, but there was a conceptual shift in his persuasion in each case. He tiptoed out of the elbow room rather casually but stooped dead in his tracks just one step out of the doorway. What he saw in the support room shocked the weed out of him. His lovely Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman early that morning was bidding farewell to her first cousin and his uncle. It was the method of word of farewell that was unequaled for his teenager eyes. They were both at the main doorway and fondling in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping her face fully and lavishing her cheeks and optic with farsighted wet kiss. Manya kept purring and returning his kiss with her very own juicy I. Hiding behind the curtain, Deen peeped at the licentious couple with a ram essence. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most ridiculous fashion, concealing her in parts and revealing her in other function. From his angle, he could hit 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 most wild-eyed way. Her face was still on his face in a gilded, long clapper geographic expedition, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's hawkshaw to yet another state of absolute hardness. Something similar must have happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her knees, the action at law causing her saree to flow right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in front of Dan at their main door, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan maunder something as his horny mother quickly brought out his pecker and gulped it with a greedy groan. For the next few min Dan only kept stroking his bursting dick as he watched his female parent's foreland bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's cock. Her move gathered speed and his stroking followed suit. Deen suddenly looked back in dismay 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 room, only to see his Mom's heading going up and down at wild speed and his uncle's hands clutching her fuzz and head in a strong, passionate suitcase. The completely stack was supremely titillating right wing up to the minute of Dan's huge release. Deen saw the gradual slowing of Manya's head over his uncle's tool accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his mother's lovely black haired head. The grip was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, raw cousin to her feet and looked at her case which was well covered with his cum. Her lip, lips, nose and nerve were coated thickly with his seed and she looked fondly into his centre. Some squirt had also landed on her beautiful long hair above her forehead. Their rima oris met again for yet another late kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trouser and secured his whang mumbling out a good bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the main door to depart, but after unfastening the door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin for one last passionate osculation. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude female parent at the half out-of-doors door. The plenty made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would go into the house. The final kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully au naturel housewife lasted one total minute before the almost overt principal room access. It was broken only by the audio of a car emerging out of the neighbor's star sign. Manya shut the door on her cousin hurriedly and grabbed her saree in the Lapplander apparent motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in consternation. Seeing the house rather placid, she sighed in relief and purposefully made her way to the sleeping room with the theme of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her intention and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the bathroom and locked himself in. A few mo later he pretended to purge the john and walked out of the lav as if he had just finished.

He looked into the room and get yet another surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up location on the bed, covered fully by the bed weather sheet. The bed sheet covered both Manya and husband Desh. Her heart 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 scheme she made. Deen saw her blue-blooded saree lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a scratch when he realized that his mom was naked under the covering fire and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained body around his sleeping founding father and had already begun to drowse. The vision was to hot for him and he walked out of the elbow room, amazed at his beautiful mother's foxiness and sheer forsaking. She knew that her son would egress from the bathroom but didn't care. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin-german a delicious, wholesome blowjob early in the morning followed by additional passionate farewell kisses in naked abandon before a one-half assailable main door. If it wasn't for the auditory sensation of the car, they might have grabbed another flying fuck, felt Deen. By now he had come to expect the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could deliver been the afterglow of two resounding ass and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep for a good hour, cuddling her naked, well used body up to her heavy quiescency hubby. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her pelvis 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 snarls and nemesis. Heart leaping with a billow of joy, she leaned her question forward to snog him on his brim. Desh wasn't much of a smiler and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The normally reluctant hubby allowed his wife to take over, but only for a while. For a full two moment, Manya licked and sucked her husband's lips and tongue, tracing wet course all over his cheeks too. Desh felt a direction run through his torso as he realized that his beautiful wife tasted strange and different. He felt her breasts under the canvas and encountered their naked resplendence. He gave a couple of quick squeeze play which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to coax an erection out of him first thing in the sunrise. He also knew that she liked to sleep naked after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their night's love making. But the here and now his wife reached below to cup his orb through his Night wearing apparel, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.

"What happened"?, asked Manya. His jumping out of bed had caused the bed sheet to get disarranged from Manya's lush torso and the intact powerful side of her body, from her soft toe upwards, past her ample thigh, one wide-cut breast and half her cervix lay exposed to luscious wake. Manya didn't make an effort to cover up her slope 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 vacation ”, she stated with a puzzle look.

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

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

Still lying idle, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her left manus moved slowly beneath the cover song to cup her mound and a deadening, unvoluntary caress began of her cum rained pussy. She could herself feel the hard odor of her ravished, unwashed consistency. The odor did not repulse her. If anything she wanted it to dawdle as long as possible, even on this new day.

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

"Good morning and Happy Holi to you too dear ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her unwrap state and still letting her conceal left wing hand caress her snatch. The precipitancy of her son's submission and his involvement with the vacation diverted Manya's tending to her loving boy from her own openness. As he did every morning, he bent forward to kiss his mother on the cheek and due to the holiday happiness, his osculation was longer and louder, making a smacking phone on her rosy cheeks. She had massaged her full cousin Dan's cum into her cheek and with her son's full powerful kiss on them, she experienced a jolt bass inside her which brought a newly wave of juice into her loins and onto her caressing fingers. Her left hired hand continued to caress her wet pussy under the covers as she returned Binu's kiss with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some friend's spot for celebrating and won't be back until late afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, one-half seeking her permission. His hand sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his delectable female parent's exposed eubstance this side of the back. 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 of meat fully and rushed out of the bedchamber after another flock on her forehead. Manya was about to say yes to his one-half asking when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearing. Fully embarrassed, she felt the line course through her voluptuous soundbox at a suddenly enhanced tempo. She didn't even realize it but her bridge player continued to caress her pussy, as it did, rightfield through the legal brief conversation with her slight son.

Manya went into the commode naked the moment her husband came out and proceeded to sweep her dentition, sitting on the bathroom seat to pee at the Saami time. The flow relieved her and as she bent to lave herself, she reflected for a moment and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd laundry her pussycat and body thoroughly after Desh left the house when she'd have Sir Thomas More time. Stepping out of the bathroom naked she quickly donned her petticoat and took the same blue transparent saree to wear since she'd have to chuck out it soon before her Bath. She chose a livid sleeveless low cut blouse and again wore it without a bra since there was not much time for her Bath anyway. Knowing that her married man and shaver were waiting for their cockcrow burnt umber, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen and prepared some hot coffee in efficient time.

Deen was already set up and so was Binu, since he had planned to go out even before breakfast. Desh normally had his tub after his break of day java and breakfast. Holi jubilation began early every time since hoi polloi had to end the semblance and water dunking fiesta at least by noontide so as to devote their colored and drenched physical structure time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all barriers were broken in obedience of age, relationship and sex. People mingled and reveled in applying colored powder and colored person water on each other to observe oneness and joy. The atmosphere was festive, cheery and very forcible too with both men and woman drenching each early with colored water system and also hosing one another with water pipes. remonstration and forbiddance of any sort were simply not entertained nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was a day to demote lax and bask themselves.

Her son Binu left for his ally's place after his coffee and Deen, being less gregarious, preferred to learn in his room. Manya heard the door being banged and realized it was the locality boys insisting that the door be opened so that they could apply colouring on all of them. Desh found this extremely irritating and he shouted at them to leave. Moreover he had to bathe and leave for piece of work. He rushed into the bathroom, noting the metre on the clock.

The boys continued to ring the Alexander Melville Bell and bang the room access while Desh was in the bath. Manya knew them all. They were well behaved students and not one of them was above 18 geezerhood of age. Though interaction was not frequent, they were all quite charmed by her and she was reasonably fond of them.

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

Manya was somewhat divert and also worried that they may discover afford the door. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bath, he was condom from any color attack. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic son before he came out. Deen looked at his female parent as she rose to open the threshold. Her breast swayed in a aphrodisiacal drooping motion as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her to the full and well rounded shoulders and strongly fleshed blazon. slight wisps of armpit fuzz flashed exotically whenever she raised those coat of arms. Her fully revealed midriff glowed in all its blondness and her sexy umbilicus opened up and closed with every stone's throw 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 Hell breaking loose. The four Cy Young scholarly person dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in jounce. Salman, the strong went decent behind her and hugged her fully from backside in an effort to hold and tie her hands so that she was immobilized. His cock rubbed against her full phase of the moon asscheeks repeatedly while his men held her hands firmly against her belly. One of them applied color on Manya's rosy cheeks and kept caressing it continuously. The 2d guy was more aggressive as he used both his hands to forgather people of color and run them right down Manya's overweight consistence right from her neck, over her heaving pinhead, all over her creamy waistline, thigh and even pes. The one kissing Manya's grimace shifted his pawing to her fair and full shoulders and the color red covered them too in no clip, including her juicy axillary fossa, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the time, in half joy. Deen continued to watch in shock as the four intruders pawed and mauled his buxom female parent all over under the pretext of people of colour. The one behind her, Salman was having a plain day, digging his peter and lower soundbox right into Manya's wide-eyed and fleshy tail end and also bending over her face to reckon down so that she didn't relinquish her arms. Not that Manya tried strong. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this attack. Her entire resistance appeared one-half hearted. The youth applying semblance on Manya's front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a to the full minute, giving him address gropes of her fully dope over her braless blouse. Manya's nipples shot to hard-on and the dual press of the boob mauling and the gumshoe encroachment on her rear place barbaric undulation of lust all over the organic structure which was so well fucked just a few time of day ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands exempt. Nor did he bow out his hawkshaw from ramming into her ass every time it wriggled during her movements. His face was over Manya's neck and Deen could swear that he saw Salman kiss his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once but many prison term. With his Mom's breasts being squeezed on and off and her midriff getting pawed strongly, those few hour seemed like a powerful ambition for Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting additional strong with his squeezing and suddenly all the legal action caused the top one-half of her sheer saree to devolve off. There she was, his beautiful, suitable mother, getting felt and pressed in a state of articulated lorry nakedness displaying her bosom and belly to four horny early days who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to pounce on their wet pipe dream auntie. When the sari fell off to uncover her breasts almost fully through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in figurehead took a audacious measure. He dipped his hands in wet color and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering tit, fully caressing their cups and squeezing them in short bursts so that it didn't tone deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to wedge her naked and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her mind blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breath and wet osculation around her neck opening and earlobes. She let the other guy experience his moments with her breasts and belly, letting them liquidity crisis and mangle the creamy curve. In that state of delirium she didn't even notice the look of aroused jolt on her son's look. She had almost turned limp when the last early days who was standing with a pail of water supply poured it right over Manya's header, drenching her from school principal to toe. It was a sight so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks to yaw and look up to the sheer gender of this beautiful woman. Fully wet, she looked like a lust goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a manner which revealed the curves and fleshy dapple of her organic structure in wax nimbus. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could have been labeled as the molestation of the century, especially since this was conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened the door deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the ideal chance. It all took two moment but the impression on Deen was a lifelong source of jerky off material. He was itching to run into the lav for it but decided to wait until his sexy mother at least adjusted her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all good bye in her wet and peril glory. Again Deen could blaspheme that Salman had managed a promptly kiss on her mouth before he left .