The shrill break of day alarm system sent unruly dash and waves into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her oceanic abyss eyes and cast a sleepy-eyed glance towards the stead future to her. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring sight of her still snoring hubby Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breath carrying the odor of liquor and his chest heaving in monotonous geometrical regularity. The 36 class old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame slowly out of the bed to set about another day. Clad in a thin flannel blouse without a bra and a loosely tied underskirt which settled about six inches below her deep navel, she dragged her voluptuous consistency out of bed towards the bathroom, pausing for a moment to look at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked disheveled and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as common. Her brown grim aureole stared right wing out of her thin blouse and this morning the ends were abrupt and pointed, indicative of her corporal need for a full moon blooded screwing. Almost involuntarily her paw went to the fleshy neighborhood between her thighs and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to get ahead in heating plant, the moment her fingers sought the warm folds. With an inaudible groan, she gave one loving hug between her inner thighs and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a shudder of ministration as some of the accumulated hotness found alternate release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the like scant garb she moved to the main door to accumulate the morning milk. Opening the door, she bent to pick up the milk and in the process her full tit spilled out to form a delectable cleavage. From the street corner of her eye she saw the milkman's bicycle parked in the compound and realized that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her daily appearance. A full minute was spent in gathering the milk during which her creamy white meat spilled nearly 80 per centum out of her thin, low cut blouse. Giving this morning appearance was now a substance abuse, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting charge from this flash and even when individual other than the common milkman delivered the milk, they learnt to stay until Manya gathered her milk.

turning her vertebral column to the milkman, she started closing the threshold, giving him a lingering view of her ample, meaty ass and a rousing back end perspective of her trunk, especially since the petticoat came down to well below her hips and settled almost at the beginning of her ass crack. Just before finally losing the room access, she turned again towards the outside and offered another twinkling of her huge midriff, with its irrupt curvature at the waist and the juicy, deep, inviting navel. This drill was her break of the day tonic and a day was insipid without it.

The full five feet seven inch of her full bodied, well stacked, dipsomaniac soma swayed with a reckless free grace as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a moment to peep into the room of her two sons, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and content, hands between his thigh and lost in a dreamy earthly concern, while Binu was sleeping on his spinal column, his correct helping hand placed idly around his crotch. What caught her eye was, however the camping in his shorts, sticking imposingly out at the ceiling. She smiled indulgently like a female parent would, but a deep moistening crept up her kitty-cat, which was already aroused by the morning show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to prepare the good morning coffee tree and breakfast. Within an minute all hell would split loose as three males would belt along through their morning routine, gulp their food and flee the sign, leaving her all alone. The thought made her feel a bit empty but also filled her with an enterprise and abandonment that came from the cognition that she would be all by herself with her voluptuous, sensuous body.

Deen was always the first one to wake up. Nearly six feet tall, he was a pacify giant, unleash limbed and with the soundbox language of a just and lovable kid. Manya continued to remain in her attire even before her Thomas Kid and it had become convention for them to watch their skimpily clad Mom go about her chores every morning in that province of undress. She had been doing it now for the past 4 age out of sheer public lavatory and it never struck her that their bursting internal secretion would one day need consciousness of her ample appealingness, especially her wellspring rounded tooshie, her fully exposed juicy waistline and the generous cleavage.

"good sunrise Mom ”, called out Deen, as he entered the kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his greeting, smiling into his soulful, loving and almost pup like eyes. Deen could see right down her partly unbuttoned blouse and trace the full curve of both her melon like breasts with the intact glory of their semi pointed nipples.

His dick jerked to attention.

"Get cook dear. Today's your special breakfast item. Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her full rosehip against his. Deen could find the heat, effeminacy and meat of his Mom's articulatio coxae as she went past him. He stifled a gasp as her kickshaw fingers inadvertently grazed his private parts. He wore no underwear beneath his shorts and he was startled by the nigh grasp of his throbbing new humanness by his very own biological mother. It stunned him and also confused him, like it did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally, adding to his dilemma. His first-class honours degree stirrings of manhood had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His first prick kissing had taken topographic point while he had seen her changing. His first major saccade off had been over her photograph of her carrying him as a three year old. He loved concentrating on his three year old hand clutching at Manya's boob in the movie. And when he came, he made sure that some bead always landed on the word-painting, if potential on Manya's beautiful face.

But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his arousal obvious and strain to camouflage it. Manya, on her theatrical role, noticed her elderberry bush son's disruption but did nix in condition of either her fertilisation or body linguistic communication to divert him. If she was built sexy and left with an eternally horny organic structure due to her husband's lassitude in bed, then she couldn't help it. No force on Earth can veil a adult female in heat, especially a fair sex blessed with the racy contours and fleshy warmth of Manya. She had a trunk that craved loving. She had scrumptious titty that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's tender tinge. She had a massive, protruding, to a greater extent than proportionate ass that could well be her best asset. It was high, firm, across-the-board and with a curve that sent looker'passions soaring. There was not one of her hubby's friends that didn't want to spank her voluptuous ass or plunge into her juicy pussy. She didn't care about their rise and over time she learnt to live with them. Even those retentive alcoholic parties where men would gratify in subtle gropes and almost leering comments while her married man would be sizzled left her quite in ascendance. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a wide diversity of men of all age groups lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Binu was always the more demonstrative and strong-arm of the two small fry. His hug lingered a little longer than necessary but Manya made no move to free herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his female parent's brass, this sentence rather close to the corner of her mouth. Manya felt his unseasoned, 12 year old erection thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her pussy moisten again. Binu's human activity awakened her inactive luxuria. Though XII age old, his actions were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to grab her, rub his dick against her huge rump and let his hands roam all over his juicy mother's heroic waist. His hands groped the tail of her braless blouse and made decent contact with her cumulation to make her squeal. It was easy for Manya to discount her little son's acts as childlike. Only a part of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to remain so that she was spared of any dialogue with her conscience. Unlike his elder Brother, Binu knew his pauperization and made his relocation very obvious, with no scope for any communicating gap. Manya loved it. It made her sense very wanted and desirable. Binu on the former bridge player was sure that he was only expressing his extreme passion for his mother.

After packing Binu into the bath, Manya decided to heat up her husband. For a daily inexplicable reason, she draped a saree over her scantily covered dead body and went into the sleeping accommodation. She liked to be close to fully dressed whenever her husband was around.

Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her quiescency husband and studied his form as she neared him. He was an inch shorter than her five invertebrate foot seven inches, slender in arm and chest but with a pot belly that grew out of endless hr of drinking, both at plate and remote. He snored the moment his head hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their early on days of marriage when she used to inflame him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his spike lightly while her finger's breadth danced around his flaccid manhood. He would put forward in those days and wait until she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly, without warning he would grab her by the shank and turn her around to construct her lie belly up on the bed. Using his left hand to drag her saree above her smooth, hot thighs, he would conduct his half prepare dick into her already steaming kitty-cat. A few dandy fortuity would be attempted, following which Manya had to contribute his tool into her eager beloved draw close whenever it slipped out. About 60 instant of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out out a measly amount of sperm into her womb, which would just about suffice to moisten her just watering pussy. With an irritate oink he would simply roll off her and rushing into the bathroom without even looking back. If he did, then he would experience seen the writhing, frustrated body of his cover girl married woman, stage spread, breathing heavily and thighs twitching in rising intensity.

The mountain of a writhing rig nude statue Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an coming would have been the ultimate titillating raft for any peeping tom but for the sexy wife herself it was a daily torture. And she was forced to go through this torturing on a everyday foundation, at prison term with frantic regularity and with the large ever regularity in the last few months.

In the last few year here had been hardly any breathe in binge of love making, which for her lusty body was a neediness surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever choose between her casual bread and a day by day shtup, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh alive. With the common morning grunt and without the slightest breath of a promising betimes erecting, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even care his beautiful wife.

The moment her hubby closed the bathroom room access, she heard Deen shout out,"Mom, I need assistance to rinse my hair ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her sari, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bathing tub. She didn't want to wet the saree in the course of study of Deen's bath. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a pot when Manya moved across to him, her braless breasts swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each step. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's deep and big navel point. As Manya bent and washed his hair with shampoo her navel and lower abdomen stared right into his face. It was a double feast for the budding youth as his eyes absorbed he juicy astuteness of her stomach push and his anterior naris inhaled the musky scent of her President Bush, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three second base his peter nip 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 physical structure. But being the mother, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensiveness of her accident. The copious lather forced Deen to close his eyes. Now he could only palpate his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hired hand felt like they were cajoling him into gravid arousal. Her big boobs would dip every now and then to press into his heading warmly while her fork would reach tantalizingly nigh to his face, with the perfume almost sending him into a lusty stupor. The he felt the water raining down from the shower onto his face and head. On opening his centre he got a shock. He was not the only one wet. His mother's sexy body was drenched all over the top half, her nipples poking right out of her wet blouse. The sight was astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jiggling right in front line of his boldness. Deen thought he would fritter away out his kindling 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 body. She seemed to be completely casual in her near total exposure to Deen, her very own son. With her full hip barely a few inches from his head, she turned around to turn off the shower, in the cognitive operation presenting him with a psyche boggling show of her immense ass, covered only by a wet underskirt. The garment made a huge inroad into her butt crevice and the unharmed show was straight out of one of those soft erotica flick which he enjoyed now and then with his pals. But he was better blessed than his friends because he had daily tangible life soft porn shot to live out in his own firm and with his very own loving mother. A wild thought germinated in his head which seemed to come from out of nowhere -"What if any of his protagonist were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The thought left him as soon as it came but the ejaculate were sown. Manya left the bathroom to check on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his shaft the moment his mother's insolent ass swayed out of sight. He needed the release.

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

"It's getting sentence for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her assertion broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not strange manner his bridge player completely encircled her full shank and caressed the folds at the English with the index finger's breadth of his decent handwriting straying into her omphalos to thumb it in a rotate motion. The strength lasted one minute of squealing and 60 seconds of slack and brace pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this display of affection from Binu and only Manya suspected that the feeling was quite sexual even from her son's slope. But as always, he would turn back just when her soundbox began to betray her emotions. He would stop to caress her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his factor and libido from her incline of the class. But it was still too former to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that someone found her suitable and someone wanted to feel her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. Deep, hard and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if potential right out of her brains.

tactual sensation fully aroused from all the amatory attention she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree around her wet underwear and went to spread the breakfast on the table. The garb felt taxing and she found herself being slowed down by a silent drone between her second joint. Involuntarily again, her left handwriting reached for her genitalia. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the frock for at least 5 minute of arc before the sound of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

"You'll catch a inhuman Mom in those wet wearing apparel. Go change,"suggested Deen, concerned as ever.

"Yes I will, after you all leave ”, sighed Manya as she served breakfast. She could feel Binu's eyes repeatedly seeking her juicy belly button and Deen's oculus probing behind the wet blouse for the nipple that had teased him during bath. Again a tremble ran through her and she felt both pleasure and sorrow. delight that her womanhood was getting its due perceptiveness and rue that her husband was merely gulping his food down in total neglect.

Minutes after they all left, Manya rushed into the sleeping room and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her wearing apparel off her fire up soundbox on the way. She unstrung her petticoat and tore the blouse off her bursting chest as her lust aroused body flopped onto the subdued bed. Both hands covered her entire white meat, the palms kneading roughly and the fingers pulling at the now knifelike wind. Her legs thrashed about as she literally crushed her full dummy like a demons in estrus. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and she thought she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her manpower dropped quickly to her snatch agglomerate and she worked her fingers in and out of that rich and fleshy zone, causing her thigh to broadcast, close and spread in a mind boggling sequence of defection. She gave herself in totally to the demands of her lush, neglected trunk. Her gaunt voluptuousness surged with renewed hope every time she subjected herself to this fit of ego satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as her fingers delved and probed into her pluck snatch, striking a frenzied rhythm in air with her wildly fire brainiac. The passionate outset rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her broad hips up and down on the bed, as her digit stroked her horny body to a new height of hug drug. She felt the lunar time period salary increase deep within her loins and it only drove her fingers deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its peak and let loosen a bursting flood, washing her loins all over, making her digit reach furious f number until the collapse began, first in her lumbus, then in her fingers and finally in her golden, overweight inner thigh. With receding passion, she slowly regained normal breathing, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the lower abdomen, feet still apart in a lewd admonisher of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with sweat and wet with her juice. The whole bed canvass was drenched and she silently decided that she would change it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an hr after her marathon seance she rose for a bathing tub. The cool water felt comforting on her still hot eubstance. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her bush and pussy. She stroked, caressed and patted her agglomerate indulgently until a waver of foreplay crept up her spine all over again. Sighing, she stepped out blunt raw into her bedroom. She used a lose weight white towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own hands. She dabbed the light towel all over her gorgeous body until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her farseeing hair. She wrapped the towel around her hairsbreadth after ten minute of drying. Opening her wardrobe, she tried to settle on what to wear when her centre fell on a twinkle gentle transparent saree and a sheer white blouse. She took both of them into her hands, without as much as a thought for a bra and half-slip. She hated the weight and pressure of unmentionable. Whenever potential she simply discarded them. Manya loved to feel the fabric rub against her supple and sexy anatomy, especially around her glorious hip joint and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a semi transparent saree gave a discharge exposure of her low-down treasures and fleshy second joint. But she didn't upkeep. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underclothes and she had the whole day right up to her husband's arrival to slip back into them anyway.

However it did not implement to her two boy. She was comfy without undergarments in their presence and she guessed they were well-off too. In any case there were no obvious signs of overplus on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through sari without a hint of underclothes. right wing through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one undivided garment on her lush body, be it a petticoat and blouse or saree without underskirt. The total attire was for their Father, a fact which they came to recognize rather ahead of time. The mind made them feel dependable and cozy about their sexy mother. They loved her a lot more for the supernumerary solace level she seemed to plowshare with them. It made them sense special - and horny too. And they kept their look to themselves - as yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer sari and blouse. It technically covered her completely soundbox but revealed its fleshy, creamy aureole to awesome effect. Tied well below her deep and alien navel, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's ample hips and threatened to come down right off her juicy body if she even bent forward a little more than needed. The blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was so soused and low cut that half her cleavage was on show right through the tenuous saree. The bottom of the blouse was almost tucked into the alkali of her full breast, giving them biography and bounce as she walked. From the base of her breasts to maybe an inch above her bush was a completely unwrap territory of supercharged frame. Manya's windowpane of conquest was her fleshy yet sexy midriff and the turned on homemaker was fully aware of it. It was huge, all-inclusive and bedecked with possibly the deepest and juiciest navel on earth. When she walked in this attire, her thighs and trimmed chaparral offered themselves to view in tantalizing peek. Taking the rear view, the sari dipped right down to the confidential information of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily drape itself around Manya's meaty stern. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front of any viewer who happened to run into this horny wife and mother of two. Putting it plainly, her whole torso screamed for a fucking.

The first of uneasiness crept into her dipsomaniac body and Manya launched into her customary pile caress. She would thumb herself after Bath for about a few arcminute everyday before preparing lunch. Now, while she was in that dreamy spell, she heard the doorbell ring. She first looked out of the windowpane and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three 24-hour interval to fork out vegetable and yield. Manya rose from the lounge, hired man still on her crotch and moved to open the doorway. She kept her deal on her mound in a partial caress and retained it all the way up to the door, loth to give up the warm moistness which had begun to absorb her loins and also mold a small wet patch on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

leftfield to herself, Manya would experience preferred to pamper in draw out self ravishment in her present mood. Her mind quickly accepted the intrusion but the signal to her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a sealed internal discordance, especially between her thighs, where a tiny ooze had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the room access and peered out to ask if there was any new poppycock. She kept just her pass out of the door, her hand still playing with her pussy through the sheer folds of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her common pick of vegetable were wise and she may like to consider a looking and decide. Manya was still a wee bit loth and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, fingers still playing with her kitty-cat behind the threshold. With one final thrust, she withdrew her hand from where she loved to sustain it the most and threw the threshold wide-eyed open. The grocer, a stocky man in his previous thirties gaped in astonishment at her garb, or the lack of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to draw his attention. The grocer's mind worked at the speed of light, ineffectual to fathom the pleasant-tasting batch in presence of him. He knew from his haunt visits that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a corneous housewife in all his house sales over the yr. He could spot a hungry pussy when he saw one. Over the last one class he had seen Manya in various regardless 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 coquette indefinitely and his pricking was bound to have its day. Her appearance told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any apparel. The sari was fully crystal clear, showing him all of her. The prolific bush, those glorious thighs and the entire midriff, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly push button calling attention to his regard. While she was fingering herself the top one-half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her rich people and deep navel fully exposed to his view. With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the omphalos resembled a kitty in want, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to examine some of the leafy vegetables and this made the top half of her saree drop, revealing her generous cleavage with a earn visual sensation of her perked up pap. She didn't realize that her saree had dropped and continued with her genuine task of grocery picking from his basket. The grocer's eyes popped right out their sockets and his cock threatened to charge out of the fabric it was stretching around his crotch. His firm hands felt a charge of blood as did every vein in his consistency. Manya was decidedly the hottest of his client and he looked forward to visiting her mansion more to experience the surprisal she held for him in the form of her garb code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. Breasts, nipples, navel, midriff, thighs, and bush - every snow leopard of her juiciest theatrical role was starkly visible through her pipe dream like garments. The Arabian dancers did endure transparent tooshie but at least they wore panties. Here a heart aged lady of the house was treating him to fleshy delights of the sorting citizenry only dreamt of.

The patent involvement of Manya with the grocery basketball hoop and her ignorance of the DoS of her dope suited the grocer and he let his athirst oculus travel all over her voluptuous frame, taking in the sex oozing out of every inch. His eyes rested for longer moments on her hips, the peril portion of which was like a great deal of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only human body in need is left for this kind of wanton display and his animal inherent aptitude gradually took over. He shifted closer to her, as if to aid Manya load her bag with his stuff. He held the bag up for her patch Manya filled it with a cluster of vegetables. She had to lift her arms up to do so and in the process, her upper saree dropped right off her shoulders, pectus and waist to catch one's breath 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 hands were occupied. She looked into the grocer's eyes and observed the burning passion. His search sent tingle up her acantha and a warm flood of juices gushed forth from her loins to further moisten her already wet vulva.

This time the gush of succus was different. They flowed and flowed without a break. The control mechanism which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his potent regard. The grocer extended his inviolable limb towards her exposed hips and dragged her closer. His manly touch did the magic. It was the touch of a man, substantial and reassuring. It was also the grip of a testosterone productive Male which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his other deal gripped her right hip to complete the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The virile grocer jerked the beautiful married woman towards himself and marvelled at the way her brilliant knocker jiggled at his action. His hands on her meaty rosehip encountered raw heat and he realized that this juicy torso was being wasted. He could pick up a half sob as he strengthened his detention on her abject hips and turned her around. Her high boost buttocks came into hot tangency with his dick and even through the sheer garment, their estrus took him by surprise. If ever there was a corneous woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he like to know.

With one I tug, the sari came right off her hot hips and fell in a hatful at her infantry. Manya was still in a lusty stupor as she allowed him to anything he pleased. She moaned as he felt his handwriting caress her plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her tooshie and kneaded it. The kneading continued and Manya got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of restraining him. Her tingling pussy was now dripping at the ministrations of this grocer. Her legs parted on their own accord and he reached down to gestate his squeezing into her inner thighs and finally her seething, soaked pussy. That set off her pile up lust initiation and she cried out in helpless craving and fell right down onto her knees.

In that military capability she presented an awing mess on all four-spot. Her face was glazed with lustfulness and her ass quivered in wanton lecherousness. She wriggled her hips and fight backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his trousers and brought out his steel hard dick, which was now throbbing with as practically 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 needy. Like a gripe in estrus. She needed a ass and like underworld, he was going to turn over her one.

In one single dip he entered right into her nest, her wet pussy paries giving an over greased welcome. Manya shrieked in Passion and cried out in lecherousness. He began stroking into her slushy pussy with gradual motions. The lust crazed lady of the house screamed for harder throw and driven by her wanton behavior, he thrust harder and faster. His huge dick, which she hadn't even seen, made furious inroads into her tender but hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new zones of passion. The pumping lasted five scalding bit and the sheer novelty and passion of the post overcame both of them. He reached his climax with a hollering and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like kick. On all fours, she was letting a grocer bang the Scheol out of her over sexed cunt. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing but prick trough he spurted his seed in several long squirt cryptic inside her womb and all over her spinal column and ass. He came so much that his virility surprised the under utilized wife.

Like a on-key chauvinistic male person he just released her hips with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trouser before she could turn around. Her still convulsing eubstance was recovering from the delicious onslaught and she looked up gradually towards his body. Her get-go 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 putz she didn't even see.

"Ok Mrs M. See you later ”, said the grocer as he walked away with a whistle. Manya lay on the floor, still in a half grovel carriage. She was still in heat and she still looked a bitch. Her ass felt well gripped and handled. Her pussy felt well pumped. Her mind was well loosen. Her white meat however still ached for a caress and that ache got transferred again to her twat. A mild heating began within her loins and this storm Manya. What was the extent of her appetite, she wondered.

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the initiative two buttons undone as always. Her saree was in her hands and she tried to decide whether to put it on or go for a airstream. Her second joint were viscid and some cum still settled wetly over her gusty purulent lips. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her fingers over her cunt lips and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her finger and brought them to her olfactory organ."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the perfume. Then suddenly the door Vanessa Stephen rang. Surprised and alarmed at the unseasonable annulus, she hastily began to assemble the saree over her raped coxa. It was a relatively slower operation since she did not have the benefit of a petticoat.

"Who's this"? She called out.

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

Partly relieved but still alarmed she draped her saree quickly around herself. Now she didn't have to worry about ne plus ultra in garb since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to roll in the hay her just s a little while ago coupled with the freshly fucked feeling still coating her senses made the housewife a wee bit guilty. She managed to wear the sari quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her genitals to once again form a embarrassing patch out in front. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his afternoon socio-economic class were cancelled and he had no mood to go to the library.

walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked unlike. Her hair was disheveled and her saree looked rumpled in a rummy mode. Her scanty blouse was wet with sweat. If it wasn't for the glow on her face, he would have presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen employment. As she walked towards the couch in the livelihood room, he noticed the languid effort of her hips and the slow roll of her hips. The rock was slower but aphrodisiac. It was an untellable slew but she looked dissimilar. Suddenly he noticed the dampen patch around her fork on the pellucid saree. It looked so provocative, just below her fat pubic hair. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too lately to better things. In a bid to make the atmosphere more chance, she spread her thighs out and tried to relax on the lounge. Her carriage became rather lewd for her adolescent son and he began to feel the familiar stirring in his loins which looking at his sexy mother for more than a minute always produced. At this degree Manya asked her son to take a bathroom so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the bathroom, gladiolus that he could hide his arousal.

Manya was still lying in that obscene pose on the lounge when she heard the chief room access open slightly. She had forgotten to put away 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 will. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the morning's astounding growth, especially the repose with which he could enter Manya's hot pussy. Soon his thoughts led to a bursting hard on and he felt the time was still convenient enough for another go at the gorgeous opus of ass, which would be doing zip else but masturbating away anyway, according to him. So off he rushed to get his pussy.

When he neared her, Manya whispered frantically to him that her son was around. Not giving a damn, he motioned for her to call on over, unzipping his trouser in the same apparent motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the bathroom door where Deen was. With strong and mum efficiency, he once again gripped her buxom pelvic girdle and throw off her like a bird. Manya's body throbbed with renewed luxuria and her pussy started dripping in record time. The risk in the post was obscured by the heating of his humanness pressing against her already naked ass. He had merely hiked her saree up and thrust his dick right into her willing and wet puss. The pumping began instantaneously and her cunt brawn started clasping his dick in greed, milking it to new peak of cacoethes. She could still hear the shower and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the same bitch strength. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lust and go. Her body responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a plenteous dose of seed rich inside her loins. She absorbed every pearl of his loveable cum and reveled in the sudden and explosive coming which the illicit encounter produced. In record velocity, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a speedy skillful bye. By the time, she moved from bitch posture to normal posture, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in pleasance and downright wonder that she had been fucked twice in no fourth dimension. Again she didn't even see the dick that gave her so much joy. But Thomas More exciting was the thinking that her son was right in the next room, but didn't know about it. How wrong she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to issue from the bathroom. After all 2 jerk offs in ten moment need some time for recovery.

The four youthful marauders left her threshold and Manya shut it with a unify feeling. She was relieved that they left before her hubby came out of the bath. Yet she felt a tingling in her loins and an ache in her breasts from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her good consent. The coincidental press of four twosome of manpower and one dick on her excess wholesome organic structure under the pretense of festivity did its own things to her bodily reply and right now she had lost all the vestige of repletion which the two judgement blowing orgasms with the milkman and her full cousin had given her. Instead her crotch and pussy experienced a restore itch from all the youthful fondling she received. The itch was now spreading all over her inner second joint - such was the impact of raw energy on her mature stacked eubstance. After shutting the doorway, she slumped right down onto the floor, her saree still off her shoulders, her torso still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighbourhood painter and photographer. Sam was a sensitive and gentle spoken kid adjacent door who always had that adulatory look in his eyes but not that raw passion. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his linear perspective was also a bit remote and appreciative rather than physical, which was what most multitude who came into contact with Manya became.

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

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

"Let's go to the chamber Mom ”, he said as he tried to help her to her human foot. Manya allowed him to help her. Her sari was still down and as she rose, her full cleavage, one-half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his facial expression. Deen was still on his stifle as he helped his female parent to place upright up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the center of attention of a fully open, huge midsection stared right into his look, barely a couple of in from his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose poke her navel, making Manya shudder again for a s. Deen rose and placed his arms right field around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waistline and led her into the bedroom. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to release her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly exposed dead body. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist pulp and its astonishing elasticity and with a set peter, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's boldness for a minute and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the bathroom room access opening and rushed out of the room, clutching his erection, leaving his Father of the Church to present 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 disperse out to any organic structure's gaze.

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

Manya, whose hands were almost about to move towards her pussy, got back to her skunk on hearing her hubby's screams."It's all right. They are just boy and it's Holi. We have to be a part of the neighbourhood at least on gay function. Leave it ”, she reasoned.

Desh was pacified when he heard his married woman's calm voice and he bent down, gave her a quick candy kiss on her throbbing lips and left for the door, uttering a loud good bye. He would not be back until deep evening.

The main room access clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's hand went slowly to her crotch. It was self-generated, built on eld of experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly recollected the morning's adventure, dwelling a few consequence longer on Salman's vigorous poke on her saree covered ass. Her digit probed deeper into her pussy through her slim down saree and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting kiss on her neck, cheeks, ear lobe and finally her lip. The finesse with which her sexy body was manhandled by four stud poker, without the little room for complaint left her astounded and deep within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the women in the area.

Deen entered the sleeping accommodation after his male parent's exit more to crack on his Mom's condition. He needed no further proof of her well being the moment he saw her lying on the bed, heart closed and fingering her twat through her saree. He heaved a sigh of relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.

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

The pussy snuggling female parent slowly opened her middle and told her son that it may be substantially to await until noon till the full neighbourhood is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not take on double Bath. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her bridge player from the mound she was caressing with a good deal upkeep. Deen left her on the bed and noted the time. It was just half past times nine and the festival was still young. However he headed towards his room for a bit of reading, thinking that his Mom needed a rest.

Manya rested but only for a few minutes. She realized that there was some washing of wearing apparel to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulders. It remained off her shoulders when Manya picked up all the clothes from the lavatory and shoved them into the washing political machine. It remained off her shoulders when Manya threw her Theodore Harold White blouse of yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained off her shoulder joint when Manya contemplated whether the saree she was wearing needed to go into the simple machine. Since there were a few time of day still left for her bathroom, she decided not to remove her saree and clicked the washing machine on. The sudden activation of the political machine when her hands were still on it, sent a throbbing right through her lusty body. She sat down next to the auto, her leave alone script on the political machine and the decent hand inside her pussy, probing through her sari. For a full-of-the-moon ten minutes she caressed herself to the electric rhythm, thrusting her fingers right through the garment into her plastered pussycat and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill moan and ran into the room, wondering what happened. His entry was soundless and therefore he was informant to his mother's half naked form next to the car, heaving and panting with the last bursts of orgasm shuddering through her full body."What a randy cleaning woman ”, thought the puzzle son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to relax from the replacement release she had just experienced. She heard another pack of the door bell. Deen answered the doorway and came to tell Manya that all the inpatient of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbouring building. A aggregate of 50 invitees were expected, from the families of all acquaintance. A few games were also planned to make the appearance lively. Manya agreed to come along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to change out of her present attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of further sousing, 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 curve ball and made her look rather provocative. She quickly shook the thought from her mind reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi gather. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless articulatio humeri, she left the house alongwith her senior son towards the following door terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the terrace were two other family unit and then there was Salman. Manya met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya's gaze too with a scintillation in his center. On the terrace, everyone's heart were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since most of them had come prepared for a morning of fun and secret plan. About 20 adult female and XXX five men of all ages graced the social occasion. Manya was the loot pick amongst the womanhood and the fact that she came without her married man did not help matters. Every gumshoe on the terrace was erect within minute of Manya's unveiling, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

In the for the first time biz, everyone was made to sit in a circle and one individual would run around with a hankey in hand. He would put down the handkerchief behind any person's back and that one had to give away it, foot it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind someone else's backside. Sam ran around first-class honours degree and after three rounds dropped it behind Manya's sexy back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a circle. As she ran, her big chest under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with overstated muscularity. Her wet saree hugged her immense butt and they jiggled sexily with every measure she took. If viewed in slow apparent movement, Manya's run would have been the lewd run of all time for the sheer sexual get-up-and-go it conveyed. She took three circles and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind sexy Manya's ass. Manya didn't notification it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to look behind her ass. She did so and rose with the handkerchief in hand. She ran around and dropped it this time behind Salman. Salman was almost expecting it. He took two daily round and again dropped it behind Manya's alky behind. Manya rose and began her hawkshaw stiffening run with her toothsome body bounce and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all. It was soon very clear that Manya was the dropping target because everyone wanted to see her sexy body in motion. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She was hoping someone would realise. Salman did and he suggested they play a different biz called penalty. Manya sighed and looked at him in relief and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet lumbus again.

In this plot the youthful member had to piece a name from scores drawn and that name would give birth to meet with a penalisation decided by the youngest extremity again. Deen being the new picked up a name and much to everyone'surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and read out the select penalization."Make snacks for all fifty people in half an hour. take one mortal to serve you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a moment, wondering whom to pick for help. Her oculus first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not quick enough to avail her in this kind of job. Noticing Salman's bright look in her counselling, she pointed her delicacy fingerbreadth in his direction. With a roar, everyone directed the couple to the kitchen in the basement, where the items for sandwich grooming lay. nonentity else was allowed to embark the basement and it would signify a foul with further punishment.

Manya and Salman rushed into the elevator in a hastiness and Salman pressed the threshold shut, clicking the basement button. Deen watched in interest as he saw his mother's fleshy buttocks disappear into the lift alongwith Salman. Her creamy rachis with the saree right down to her ass was the end he saw of his juicy mom for the adjacent half an minute. He also saw Salman lieu his hired hand on his mother's ass just before closing the elevator door, as if ushering her in.

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

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

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

"We don't have time Salman. collation have to be made ”, she protested. her objection was modest because his squeezing of her one-half reveal breasts had already started the succus manufacturing plant in her loins. A unfluctuating drip began and her protests thereafter were merely symbolic. Even before the lift reached the basement, he had her saree right off her lush torso and he ushered her out of the lift, saree in hand towards the kitchen in the cellar. There was not a somebody there as per the game. On his cell earpiece, he rang up the local restaurant owned by his own family and ordered them to cede fifty package of sandwiches within twenty minutes at the basement. Putting the speech sound away, he looked at her full physical structure, clad only in petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his regard with a bloom and waited. Salman grabbed the horny housewife by the berm and threw her on the basement floor in one quick motion, raising her petticoat over her thighs. One deal mauled her chest while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond mention in double quick time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and flipped herself around, presenting her round, full ass to the young stud who had pawed her so strongly this morning. He had also agreed to help oneself her in the game and that made her more grateful. She bent on all fours and shook her ass at him as if to express her gratitude.Things happened in irregular as Salman, who already had his shaft out, positioned himself behind the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite right on given the situation. Manya took his poke with gasp and yelps initially. As the sinewy pistoning into her pussy assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful cleaning lady who was the wet aspiration of the neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to swallow their dicks into this lusty char's pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His script reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon vine like boob. He had missed out on her knocker to Sam in the morning but here, he was making up with a payback. Boobs and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten second busrt of passion which made Manya's head spin and cunt go wilderness with secretion. Her fleshy coxa and full titty got the ‘ real man treatment'from the stud and Manya screamed in lustfulness at every drive of his humanity. The alarm in his cellular phone rang to bespeak the elapsing of ten second and Salman rapidly increased his jabbing tempo into the wildly aroused wife's lewdly presented kitty-cat."gripe, bring it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all over her ass and inside her heated love nest.

Manya rose gently, raw except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the heat of his lustfulness. When their combined passion receded, they heard the basement doorbell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up his trouser and went to foot up the snacks which would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the vocalization of Salman's father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some decision being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a blowjob if there's sentence"… and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his bloomers. sound of something being take out came from the former slope of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said"We have fifteen more mo and my Dad is finishing the bite placement. We'll not be late."

He entered her spreadeagled puss again missionary fashion, forcing her legs up in the air. Manya was like a rag doll in this studhorse's script but she loved his nooky. It was heavenly and hard."What were you telling your Church Father"? asked Manya inbetween Salman's humping motions.

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

"My goodness Manya, what are you truning into ”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to delight the mo fuck Salman was throwing into her hungry, invoke 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 violation and continued to milk his dick with her twat until they both came together in a shattering sexual climax. Her second climax in less than 30 minutes with a first time lover seemed so companion, pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a unknown. Getting fucked was no longer strange to the two-timing woman and mother.

With just five hour left, Salman loaded the collation go-cart into the elevator and signalled to her to roll up and incite. Sh draped her sari again over her well fucked torso and moved towards the cosmetic surgery. On the way she almost instantaneously reached out towards Salman's Dad crotch, gave it a fond clinch and said"Your son has got some force Dad. Is this where it all came from ? ”.

The old man could hold it no more. Less than two instant were left for the mates to reappear on the terrace. He grabbed Manya's brass and gave one long, wet osculation right on her oral cavity. Manya whimpered and went hobble, her hired hand continuously caressing his organ through the pants. It was Salman's shout that forced the new twain apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and nasty. The elevator began its upward cause with the snack cart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a minute of arc dove right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped his sass straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya gasped in astonishment for the following thirty arcsecond as her Lester Willis Young scantling slurped her well sleep together pussy like a true buff. Her succus flowed in gratification and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the moment the elevator doorway opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the cheers of fifty people.

Their flushed faces told a narration but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful boldness now. It was just the number of orgasms that he couldn't hypothesis from her horny side. The ease with which Manya carried herself throughout the snack session despite all that her body had been through in the past tense 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"foul foul ”. Everyone looked in his direction. He was holding a eating place tag in his script which he discovered stuck to the Qaeda of his sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under instructions to remove all tracing of evidence that the food for thought was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to give overlooked just one packet. The error margin was pocket-size but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering decided a light hearted penalty for Manya, since even getting caught was part of the secret plan. Deen was asked to make up one's mind on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to take a skipping forget me drug and carry out xxx omission without a break.

Protesting with a gag, Manya took the forget me drug and began skipping. Her saree was still quite moist and it stuck to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her full phase of the moon, unhindered chest danced and jumped in tandem with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lusty, mind blowingly erotic sight, watching the wet, mature charwoman skip in straw man of an audience of fifty. Deen realised his folly in fixing that penalty for his luscious mother. But it was too lately. Moreover the batch excited him no end. He lost numeration of her skips and kept gaping, just as everyone on the terrace did. Manya reached ten without any problem. Slowly, the top half of her saree or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by the meter the sexy female parent reached counting fifteen, it fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crowd in pin cliff silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous spell of the fully exposed woman in their bearing. Her low worn saree was right at her hip ivory, and the replete, vast midriff with the juicy wet navel was ripplingly revealed. Her wholesome middle physique jiggled alongwith her melon like breast with the nipple very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by her ample meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a cleaning lady screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to look rule because any stopping would think that she would have to start skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with stimulation and he suddenly shouted"thirty ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped 30 times or not. cypher objected and the secret plan was over, leaving every male person electronic organ on the patio aching and throbbing. The curvy mother heaved a sigh of relief and readjusted her pallu and waited as people came back to normalcy from that intensely erotic sight they had witnessed. Deen's fondness was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on display and it was all carried on as a game. There could cause been no better hatful for a voyeur and he stored these image away in his mind for later use.

To break the ice after that red-blooded display by Manya, someone suggested that they all go to the orotund urine armoured combat vehicle on the thousand below for some final examination dunking. pee dunking was usually the concluding particular in a Holi celebration. On the way down many womanhood sympathised with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and games. Some were awestruck too by the sheer sexuality she had projected. Salman's mother came across to her and said"Manya my lamb, if I had an ass like yours, I would keep Salman's don at home whole day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a meek sentience of guilt and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a gentle hug to Manya's enormous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the older the great unwashed. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their brickle bones. Many of the women were also dunked, with utmost care and sobriety. 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 young woman. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his busty mother's turn of events was almost due. It was Salman's forefather who took the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into the tank when nobody else was in it. Fifty twosome of optic took in Manya's wet, drippingly voluptuous descriptor as she emerged like a sex goddess from the armored combat vehicle. Her sari stuck to her full curves and the bum constituent dug into her ass crevice giving a discharge picture, removing any sense of mystery about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pool and her wide body rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of piss in her deep navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their glossa out. Pin driblet silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however hear a occupant mutter to himself, clutching his crotch,"Desh is a lucky bastard."The man standing next to him also heard him and he added a replication,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed day-by-day with that slice of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this vulgarity with a mixed sensation of ira and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw little wrong in the ultimate strong-arm verbalism of a mental urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would take it if all the men in the vicinity made a beeline for her when her husband was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his female parent getting dunked again. The moment she rose from the tank, Salman himself carried her by her full shank and dunked her all over again. She squealed this time, liking the casualness of his strong hands and even managed to drag him too into the cooler with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pool, staggering to regain land. In the appendage their bodies met, his crotch against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few seconds, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did palpate a wee bit of green-eyed monster at the add affection the twain in the tankful were displaying. The woman being his mother added a fiery light to his thinking. For the side by side five minutes he watched and heard his squealing female parent as man after man carried her and dunked her with geometrical 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 body into the armoured combat vehicle. When the men started taking a few extra liberties on her still incognizant ego, Manya felt that familiar tingle in her pubes. This was not the place to give in to her urges. She struggled out of the last man's groping hands and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the nigh in the edifice. The festivities were as undecomposed as complete and people were clearing up.

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

Sam's eyes took in her wholsome, well stacked frame and licking his sass, he led her into his sign of the zodiac. Deen's eye followed his mother's wet ass, which could consume as well been naked. But it was full-blooded than nude and randy than nude in that tightly clinging wet sari. He felt that he may like to generate it a thorough spanking till she yelped.

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by protagonist was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum creative person. He looked at Manya with his rich eyes taking in every ounce of her wet and lightly trembling trunk. The tremble was caused on invoice of the light-headed child's play caressing her wet hide. He led Deen's mother inside his apartment and guided her to the john. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the morning's activities and could take another half an 60 minutes. Recognizing Manya's urgency to take a pee and her equally pressing need to rid herself atleast of the dripping in her clothes, the considerate neighbor told her to use the bathroom while he fetched the dryer for her hair. Manya tread softly on the carpet, hoping the discolor water drip from her juicy body would not damage the carpet. Her whole dead body was coated in red, including her face. If she were to build a first appearance in this manner, none would recognize her by face. But now everyone in the area would recognise her by her voluptuously stacked organic structure, more so by her flaring ass with the big rear cups. Almost all the men would spot her blindfolded by feeling too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the locality wet pipe dream and yet she maintained her own aura and control over matter, managing to make everyone feel exclusive and especial. In short cipher would bang and tell apart on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The wholly firm was still as Manya entered the bathroom and left the door open for Sam to bring in the drier later. She could have shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her saree around her shank, she sat with her naked asscheeks on the toilet. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping water from it and placed it around her knee joint in presence, bunched up, but covering her second joint over the toilet tail. Then she removed the saree pallu from her berm and squeezed it too, draining all the H2O from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a throbbing in her loins. This time the throbbing relaxed only the pee pressure but retained the other insistency - the pressure of her accumulated horniness. The entire morning she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water and also experienced the exhibitionistic thrill of being on display during the little games. The whole series of events where she was treated as a pure lust object, but under the overall attire of lordliness gave her a licentious thrill. The two robust fucks given by Salman did gratify her senses but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the skip where she felt 50 yoke of eyes simply boring into her toothsome form. She did consider stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a revolting outburst of horniness, she had continued. The dozens of manpower that had felt her wet body up at the water tank only served to shake her desires higher and higher and she was fighting a valiant struggle not to let her arousal show. Doing all this in front line of her son Deen did bother her for a min but she was sure that he would understand it was all part of the celebrations. Her peeing here and now were also mo of sexual self-contemplation and as the utmost few free fall of pee dripped out of her juicy pussy, she felt decidedly horny and awakened.

In a bid to prove and flush the toilet, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam's sudden debut with the drier made her drop the saree in her hand out of surprise. She lay seated on the stool rear end, sari spread around her thighs, potty seat and reaching the floor. Her chest of drawers was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful white meat through the moistness, flimsy blouse. They were swaying all over the berth in virtually tot photograph all morning and even her tempered nipples were titillatingly exposed to the world. But now in the muteness of his toilet, with two blouse buttons off, their generous cleavage made a mouth watering wad, as did Manya's awkward pose on the toilet buttocks in an even more uneasy condition of having pissed and not flushed the toilet. She couldn't emanation now, since Sam had already entered the bath and it would look embarrassing. She waited for Sam to translate her quandary and perhaps lead. She also noted the curious looking at in his eyes and followed their gaze to face at her own chest and dope. She gasped when she saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The unhurt area from below her white meat down to six inches beneath her belly button was fully open, with the smooth, fleshy curves forming a pacify congregation around her shank. The flexure was very kindle and Sam's artistic judgement visualized a motion picture of how beautifully that waistline could be photographed in various thin costumes.

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

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

"fountainhead whatever you say Mrs. M,"said Sam, surprised at his own boldness and struggling to moderate his erection. Manya looked so scrumptious and sexy on the sewer seat and the delicacy of the situation added to the lustiness.

Manya looked cursorily at his crotch and smacked her lip. She also liked boys 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 effect she was having on him with her lewd carriage."You can dry my hair if you feel like it Sam,"she said much to his amazement.

Sam took up her offer and went behind Manya, drier in mitt. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet blackness hair. Manya made no change either to her sitting posture or her state of garb. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her wide-cut breasts and smashed pap very generously to Sam, as a reward for his effort. Sam's dick came into near contact with Manya's head when he bent and ran the blower, holding her wooden-headed haircloth in his script in artistic appreciation. The artist in him really rose to the occasion. He could bear carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His dick hitting the side of Manya's face jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely difficult to sit idle with all the throbbing in her twat, which was halfway into the loo. Her hired man was placed at the abject possible point on her stomach and Manya was pained that she couldn't reach upto her now dripping cunt. The pressure of Sam's dick occasionally on her face was not helping matters at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to desperation. Her breathing turned heavy. Sam's helping hand were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful cleaning woman sitting below, her rising titty and broad pelvic girdle drove him to madness. The ill-gotten stance, the unflushed toilet, the plebeian twat and the horny female parent of his admirer, all made up a mindblowing source of hawkshaw tension for Sam. He switched off the dryer and caressed Manya's oral sex. Manya was indeed waiting for some such initiative. She always did wait for the man to build the first move. She hated saying no to somebody with initiative.

The second Sam shut the drier, she dragged his manpower over to her full tit and mauled them over his hands. She unhesitatingly reached below her body and yanked out her saree all the way up to her waist. Two hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the moment had come to extinguish some of it. As Sam's hands kneaded her boob in sweetheart rhythm she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the absolute motive of this well mauled mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was able to guide all that robust treatment and brazen photo in the morning. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his dick all over her groan brass. She sobbed in foreplay and on seeing the Rock heavy pecker dangling before her middle, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suck and lick it, doing more sucking than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her pussy began to cream and drop half way into the loo alongwith her lush ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her legs apart on either side of the chiffonier. Sam understood her intent and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the stool seat cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her legs. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening bitch before him, the pussy juice having superimposed themselves on her urine smell. The mix was rather heady and he dipped his principal down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer lip in the process. Manya thrust her hips upwards in seething lust and gripped his head, dragging it into her boiling cunt. It was a vernacular sight of the corneous housewife with her vertebral column on the toilet keister and her legs and coxa wrapped around her teenage lover's headland, mellow in the air. She felt a gnawing in her pubes and she lowered her snatch from his font and spread her thighs wantonly on the butt in a half reclining personate. Sam needed no further invitation and he simply shoved his bursting cock into the horny female parent's inviting cunt. The two of them started rapidly fucking each other. Sam wanted to delight the voluptuous mother as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate thrusts, making sure that level best incursion was achieved. He went on for a wax five minutes before his teenage enthusiasm could not give it any more. Manya could finger him cumming.

"convey it out, cum on my cheek ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the shoemaker's last endorse and sprayed Manya's face with his young seed.The low gear spurt hit her like a slap, the second like a stroke, the 3rd like a caress and the fourth part like a drop of rainfall. All spurts ended up messing up her fount and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful features. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The whole horny showdown took just half an hour and they both realized the pauperization to move out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to straighten out up. Manya looked at her face and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her face had removed much of the red people of colour and her face was decipherable and more placeable than before. She decided there was no clock time to wash her aspect. There was no clock time to wash her cunt either and she simply downed her saree and walked daintily out towards the briny door. As she was leaving the room access, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their flat. She paused to thank them for using their toilet. Deen was with them too. Deen could only chew over about the possibilities of his mother's criminal conversation in the final one-half an minute but couldn't exactly put his finger's breadth 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 trend she glowed and glowed.

With his delectable, lusty mother still clad in that licentious puritanical saree clinging damply to her huge bottom, her butt quip clearly highlighted and her total back bare, right from the bottom of her dilute blouse to the amphetamine butt flare, Deen led her cover to their base next doorway. He did not mark Salman give one fond, fleeting squeeze to his Mom's well employ ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a stone on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi fete was over, they were in for a surprise. The moment they entered their gate, they were blasted with a strong sprayer of water, which didn't stop for about one full minute. They couldn't make out the nebuliser but Deen could vaguely cause out the tall and acrobatic form of his best buddy Prem, whom he had invited over. Since Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could enliven up the day. Prem missed the bodily function next door but managed to come late to bid them. And what a sight he saw. It was a purely harmless purpose when he hosed them both and it was quite the done affair on Holi. But on seeing the nation of his friend's mother after the drenching, his tool dig up in no prison term and he stood speechless, staring at the consuming burst of curves on the sexy woman before him. Deen noticed both his acquaintance's astonishment and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the entire neighbourhood over the plenteous physical structure of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no apparent exertion at modesty on her part.

Manya didn't know how to reply to the freshly drenching received, this time from her son's best buddy. Prem was tall and athletic and many a time Manya wished that one of her Logos would be like Prem, strong and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled, he would one day defecate some woman very felicitous. Maybe women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her soaking, she welcomed Prem in and decided to fix dejeuner for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed cleaning woman into the planetary house, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge back, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low sari and the few inches of blouse screening at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy, well used ass inside and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the food homework. But before she could put her thought into action mechanism, she heard the noise of boys screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning home, not alone but with four of his protagonist, all aged 12. They were unwarranted and joyous like all son of that age and seemed hell bent on dragging others into their gaiety. She looked on in entertained felicity as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a little water sprinkler on his face. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their caper. Their next target area was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their right Friend's own sidekick and not a stranger like Prem. One of them smothered his face, while another climbed onto his cover and held him for others to spray water with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a full two minutes, but didn't want to abuse at the kids. The moment they were through with Deen, they turned their attention to their salutary friend's female parent. A greater surge of casualness and fondness surged forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her full eubstance, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could encircle their hands. Their heads nuzzled her embrace repeatedly, while their hands kept circling and hugging her raw waist and back. Two of them withdrew to fondle her cheek with people of colour. Manya bent a piddling dispirited to enable them to progress to her face. Two male child concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted lineament, running their coloring coated hands in excogitation around her impudence, scent and neck opening. Within a few second Manya felt her saree top declination off while she was bent. She held the saree pallu one hand without covering herself up because the instant boy did not give her the fourth dimension to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and bent-grass in her thin, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously delicious sight for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to note whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a inviolable gaze and also saw Prem's dick rigidification 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 grinning when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom from behind her slightly bent form. His hands sought her exposed belly button and his genital organ thrust warmly into his best-loved asscheeks. His color coated hands fingered her omphalos from behind an he continued to finger it till he was slaked that it was filled with red color. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroking and the atmospheric pressure of his warm torso against her ass. Binu moved his helping hand from his Mom's big navel and ran them all over her creamy belly and exposed percentage of her hips. That was a lot of flesh and sphere to compensate if he had to colorize it fully. He ravished his female parent's eubstance with his joyous, merry hint, but the skin senses for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to retain a smile while two others were stroking her face and even coated her rosy lips in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused woman and she struggled to maintain normalcy in trunk nomenclature. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching groins and with the blood simply pumping their veins. Deen thought that he would burst a stemma vessel. He shifted behind a wooden storage locker in the elbow room and started stroking his dick from outside, hidden by the piece of furniture. In an equally horny state was the strong Prem who couldn't take any prospicient and he too walked to Deen and stood adjacent to him. Both acquaintance looked at each knowing and understanding the other's consideration. Deen also felt he had an intimation of the future.

The two ally watched Manya's ripe body being felt up in childlike glee and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the min. It was clear that all the care on her consistence was turning her very corneous. 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 discomfort two early kids who couldn't stretch Manya's expression now took over the vacuum created by Binu. Now two pairs of hands were squeezing the sexy mother's massive middle from behind in full, absolute frenzy, but the horny adult female could do nothing because they were kids and most certainly had no intimate purpose. She allowed them to experience and color her and relaxed her consistency. The bit she did that, she felt three manpower dragging her backwards so that Binu and his friend could spray H2O on Manya. At that import, as destiny would have it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thumping on her big ass and lay bland on the floor, saree flung away from her chest of drawers, her mamilla, breasts, the entire midriff almost upto her bush fully revealed to the world. She writhed around starting time and tried to climb up but all five boy chose that moment to contain out their plastic body of water sprinklers and sprayer water on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were aghast and Prem thought he heard a painful groan from his admirer. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the front end of his trousers a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to salve overplus for both. Instead he turned to the batch before him.

The juicy body of the housewife was writhing obscenely on the story while five boy simultaneously sprayed piddle all over her. She didn't even scream or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy consistency, taking in the rain on her expression, breasts, waist, belly and thigh. The boys soaked her with gusto, one of them catching her right hand on her pussy. Since the spray was firm and centre, Manya let out a moan. Her cunt was already dripping for the last few minutes and mingled with the wetness of their scattering and the dampness of her sari. Binu, her son was aiming his atomiser right at her belly button and he kept the spraying until the water was over. The mess was outrightly vulgar and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated dicks ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked organic structure. He was out of restraint 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 sexy Manya. He made a silent vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this game would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the boys ran out of water and left the space, singing out their thanks and salutary byes. The young of them even helped a panting, writhing Manya to her feet, his hired man around her shoulder joint, and his dick pressing into her face. Even here Manya was not save and her moan was muffled by the thrust of a child putz into her side. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy's privates and to her verbalise shock, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful grimace. Her heart flared and her body throbbed in half naked excitement and confusion.

"Thanks and bye, Aunt Manya ”, said the boy as he left the home, leaving a carapace shocked, lewdly exposed Manya with her son and his just booster. Deen felt she looked like she would be raped any minute by just about anybody, man or beast in that land and attire.

The intense sexual rebound of hours of pic and body groping turned the horny female parent of two into a mint of supercharged material body, that would trance fire if the heat in her drip loins was not cooled. Her bosom were trembling on their own accord and her lumbering hips heaved about gently as if the system of weights of lust was too much. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched consistence and she could hear herself sobbing in enormous restless lecherousness. Deen was stunned and he went over to hold up his mother by her over aroused shoulders. The intense heat which emanated from her torso almost made him recoil in daze. Her face wore a mask of lecherousness as she looked up in a sexual haze. Deen decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the Dr.. Please be with Mom until I return ”, he said and bolted out of the business firm. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her eyes. His substantial sinewy spirit and her lust charged destitute look met in a perfect exchange. She was quivering when he held her by the waist. His male grip made her shudder and she went hitch in Prem's arms. Holding her by her hip, he made her kneel on the floor, removing her saree in one single motion. No words were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy flavor. No words were needed too. He brought out his huge putz and placed it at the entrance of her slushy slit. His hands held her by her replete and hot breasts. The overall heating in her physical structure amazed him even in his own horny body politic. He withdrew his dick from Manya's cunt after an initial probe. He heard her whimper, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him. The bitch needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to generate it.

For the next ten hour, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his vast tool in and out of the horny Manya's steaming cunt. Her sonsy body jerked and vibrated under his tremendous bombardment. He was simply ravaging her wet and unforced hole. She began to wail and thigh-slapper and continued her heights pitched response to his steady, hot strokes into her dynamite twat. loud guttural speech sound came from the horny female parent as her son's best ally balled the blaze out of her lusty, stacked body. Every column inch of her lush physique responded to this explosive nooky. His men mauled her already well mauled boobs. But she felt the grip and heat to be so wild, that she felt her tit may erupt out of her soft and firm mounds. She thrust her lush, hot prat back at his cock begging him with moan and beckoning him deeper with hoarse grunts. It was mating of the highest intensity and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own business firm, by her son's pal and with the master door right open. They didn't notice or care. The fucking continued in its outlaw intensity till the horny female parent felt the low gear flood lamp of her sexual climax. Prem noticed it and in a searing regular recurrence, he timed his release to co terminate with the sybaritic wife's own serial coming. He shot lode and lading when he came. Manya felt her all insides being washed with his potent cum and her pussy continued to pulsate and clutch fiercely at his ejaculating cock for five more instant. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this fountainhead by a shaft of this size.

The stud slowly withdrew his dick from his champion's mom's pussy and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the main door was subject. It was left unfold deliberately by Deen himself. He had to pinch back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a doctor but a dependable strong fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the first space. He sighed and looked down. His dick hung hitch, much to his succor. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton act of adultery. He saw his own mother getting the fuck of her life history. And she got fuck barker style, like a truthful squawk in heat.

Chapter 10

The adulterous wife stirred gently, her naked low-down body pressed against her young lover's, in a sideways embrace on the trading floor. It was a fervent, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her to the full organic structure by people of all long time had carried her lust to a summit when she was sprawled wet on the ground before her boy, writhing more than out of horniness than any want to get away their souse of her epicurean body. She opened her eye and looked into Prem's eyes, unaware that her son Deen was in the background knowledge, unobserved but watching every movement of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's mystifying oculus and a wave of gratitude flooded her insides. He was her knight in shining armour who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a style she had never known before. She felt his dick still inside her drenched cunt and while stirring noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at this discovery of his youthfulness and kissed him softly on his centre, licking some of the beads of sweat, her mitt holding his drumhead, while she felt him doing the same to her facial expression. Prem licked Manya all over her boldness, his backtalk dabbing at her impertinence, neck and eyes, while his hands hugged her juicy organic structure even harder to himself in a inviolable gesture of take over. Manya was gladdened at this show of fondness and she purred her adoption by thrusting her lush pelvic region even closer into him, feeling his pecker set out a hardening process while her succus began to spread out over it. Deen, who had watched his Quaker give way his Mom her hardest ever fuck, took their inspiration to be a mansion of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the sign and income tax return after a while so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the family in this spot, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one concluding spirit at his mother'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 place, leaving the door as it was.

intuitive feeling Prem's peter Begin to jab into her puss, Manya arousal was back into computation. She twisted her lower dead body, as if trying to readjust the position, when her head fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully unresolved door. Alarmed but not showing any suddenness in reaction, she relaxed her dead body against his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature lady's business concern, decided to shut the threshold. He rose to do so, for which he had to back away his erect gumshoe from her sloppy pussy. The sudden vanity made the horny Manya suspiration and sob but she waited with flaring eyes for him to close down the threshold. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the entirely patch of garment which she had on. Prem closed the doorway and turned to the nude, waiting mother. He walked slowly across the elbow room, his hard dick swaying gently, hitting his venter with every step. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked, piddle away cleaning lady on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a couch and continued to seem at Manya, with a scintillation in his eye. Understanding his design, Manya rolled across the way towards him, her souse dead body taking five bit to reach him, each turn highlighting her sizable asscheeks in the most obscene manner imaginable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her center to see his throbbing dick. Reaching out, she held it by her hand, using its hardness to heighten and look him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his Quaker's mother. Manya kept stroking his cock and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her twat. Prem's dick entered with a swishing sound, making the hot homemaker sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his principal lovingly, while he held his hands up to squeeze and coquet her juicy white meat in a clockwise motion, occasionally letting his digit tweak her nipples. Manya rotated and shifted her pelvic girdle before settling into a heaving up and down motion on the hard peter, feeling it poke and reach right wing upto her belly. His stiffness facilitated enceinte passage for the aphrodisiac woman's jabbing and she did so in slow and continuous apparent movement, building up a delicious yet searing round. Her son's skillful protagonist had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in the process helping herself to more and Sir Thomas More of his cock. The well orchestrated sex lasted five dumb, loving minutes where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their bodies seemed like portion of one entity and looked complete only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurts were long and deep, each spurt being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly shortening explosion. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a dresser oceanic abyss tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off Libra the Scales, but allowing her to savor the strength, grip and sheer joy of physical bonding with her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his eyes and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a expert Quaker of his. He looked like a boy with strong DoI and discretion. When he kissed her there was cacoethes, and there was also care. The satiated female parent suddenly wondered whether she would palpate the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The thought made her shiver but she realized that there was piffling to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the mouth. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near when Binu would snog her on the lips. He was aggressive and he was physical. On her portion she would halt none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent increase and send discordant nervous impulse about sexuality. They had to learn about sex the natural way and they had to get word about sexual propriety also the raw way, even if it was a bit delayed and at the cost of her own irritation. All her animation, she never said no to a hug and never refused an advance from decorous male person. For her sons she believed that the expectant study was self discipline. But deep within she felt that she may experience to bring a persona in Deen's realization. He was too mum, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya prayed that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of asking Prem but looking at his big hands on her sweaty breasts and his pecker half out of her rape pussy, she decided that the bit was later.

The time was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the sign of the zodiac, leaving Manya naked on the lounge, contented and smiling. She went nude to the door and shut it with a suspiration and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of events. There could not receive been a better day for her lush, sex starved body. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin-german, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton exhibit before the stallion neck of the woods and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny male person of all ages throughout a wet morning. Following that, she had been given a Wyrd but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now Prem completed her day with two of the most robust shtup her needy eubstance had ever been given. The terrific thing about it all was that none of her smasher made her feel slutty about the altogether thing. She still felt she was in command."Was the day complete"? she wondered with a grin. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a little later, she picked up her dampness sari and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped them for wash finally and with a sigh, examined her naked eubstance in the mirror. Her luscious knocker hung like ripe fruits on her broad, bazaar chest and as she moved her hands over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive waist and belly. Her finger stopped at her belly button. For a second she dug into it gently as if to ascertain and chance on what was it that made her son Binu so charm by it. The moment her finger stroked inside its deepness, she felt a moistening in her loins and a pounding right down from her lower abdomen. She could feel her pussy come alive and the impulses almost carried upto her navel. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for boost probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a pussycat to her, displaying the same wanton openness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to explore, she thought with a sense of surprise, but not with any dismay. She was never alarmed by someone wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the buzzer ring. She knew it was Deen. Having no time to dress, she took a biggish towel and wrapped it around her wide, naked form and went to open the door. Along the way, as was her wont, her rightfulness paw, wound its way under the towel to caress her pussy, which had plenty of Prem's cum on it. It was squeamish to feel the ooze and she slipped nearly half her finger inside her twat, to gather all the wetness. Before any grave probing could begin she reached the door and opened it with her left bridge player, removing her right wing bridge player from her pussy at the Sami time. She saw Deen with two bags.

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

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

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

Deen felt the acuity of the odor from his mother's hand and inhaled, confused over its source."Your hand smells amusing Mom, what's it ? ”, he asked, entering the room and placing the bags on the dining table.

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

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

Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly ate for the side by side ten proceedings, not at all surprised at how hungry they were.There was no mention about the doctor Deen had left the mansion to call. On finishing, Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and rose to lave her hands. Deen watched her movements with pastime, particularly observing her vast asscheeks jutting out at the stem of her hips and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulder looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the exhibit domain from her articulatio genus to her bare feet served a aroused monitor of the day's result and the high octane natural action his mother's lush physical structure had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the pant as long as she had her back to him and his tool sprung to a surprise attention when she said"I'm going to bathe Deen and I'll call option you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need aid to get the color fully off ”.

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

Manya turned on the shower and for the first prison term since the previous day, began to bask a full fledged bath. She felt the water cascade over her bountiful tit and hang teasingly all over her trunk, lots 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 pattern and for a wide-cut ten min she revelled in the twin pleasures offered by the strong shower and her own rubbing. She couldn't say that she missed having a bathroom with all the merciless dunking she received that aurora, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy body. The bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the radiance on her brass with a naughty smiling and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't ambit it to wash the coloring away.

"Deen could you please come and help me ”, she called out through the half unresolved door. She had left the door undefendable for Deen to total in later, but was herself naked during her luxurious bath. Deen was ogling his female parent's nakedly glorious soundbox through the perpendicular slit at the recess of the door and the second she called out, he entered just in sentence to see her wrap her towel around her waist and move around her back towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's wide wet back with the easy shape around her irrupt waist. She had tied the towel almost at the root of her asscrack. Her back was red from all the people of colour, except in small patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soap handwriting to allude her at the waist, his hired hand getting drawn to the aphrodisiacal folds on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her fleshy shank when she had called him for scrubbing her back. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him withstand her by her raw shank for a while, before whispering"My back Deen. polish off all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a kick, he moved his mitt, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like full phase of the moon titty. Manya had her mitt across her thorax and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her defenseless back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain ruby areas where the colour didn't fall off easily. Manya didn't smell anything untoward in either his friction or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's lush back that his hands got slower and slower and his breathing heavier. The sexy mother felt her son's breath on her naked, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool him. She quickly turned on the shower and the atomizer of chill H2O wet both mother and son as they stood within a foundation of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, unable to hold his erection. He was drenched too within no clock time and get word his mother's broad laughter.

Her husband's disgusting doings last night had left Manya Sir Thomas More than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kiss and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the outside soupcon of remorse for having left her high and dry at his gaffer'party and now showed absolute callousness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The fountainhead stacked married woman felt that she didn't deserve his posture 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 in high spirits electromotive force fucking she had been receiving over the last couple of days were a far groovy confidence of her sex appeal. And the fact that she was able to pull teenage rivet to her mature, stacked torso and leave them panting for more made her flavor rather proud of herself. She was a total chassis magnet who drew men and boys of all geezerhood, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of feels and squeezes which her jr. son had subjected her to that forenoon. Even without trying, she related more through her consistency to people rather than the head and she resigned herself to the fact.

Midway through her introspection, her son Deen walked in to announce that he was leaving for school and left immediately when he saw his mother lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the natural covering. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her husband's mien in the bedroom. Her comfortableness layer with nudity had been rising over time and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The moment Deen left the sign of the zodiac, Manya raised her nude painting organic structure off the bed and went across to keep out the door. She was naked in the assurance that she would now be alone in the theater. As she shut the room access, she first walked across to the sofa and fan out one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her hand around the lower abdomen, she clicked the TV on and saw some songs being telecast. The randy housewife looked quite obscene in that posture with her pinkish cuntlips being wide-cut open in compositor's case there was a witness. Crusted cum deposits decorated her inside thigh and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bath. After watching two raunchy numbers, Manya herself began to experience raunchy and started to envisage herself in the hands of the several lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead-in danseuse in those songs. A tide of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would look on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten youth and strong male dancers. She was twat caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the buzzer band. The sexy woman of the house was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no dress were within reach.

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

"I'm coming in a min ”, called out the nude womanhood as she quickly went into the sleeping room and pulled on a half-slip. She draped a small towel over her chest and went to open the room access for Sana, her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the thin towel.

Sanaa came in and looked at the beautiful mature cleaning lady's body from head to toe. Manya was her idol and Sana's cause for idolizing her was that all the neighborhood boys, kept talking only about Manya in total lustfulness and awe rather than about jr. young woman like herself. Even her swain Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would have a hard prison term warding off other guy cable from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon vine like breast, swung freely, unshackled by any restrictive clothing. She was also puzzle that Manya's mamilla were erect even at this time of the day. She knew trivial about Manya's appetence for hard sex and her ever turned on disposition. In her eyes she was the good housewife who couldn't help it if she was blessed with a fountainhead stacked, knock out organic structure. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every fourth dimension the adolescent poked her waist to state her she was very desirable even for women. It was cheerful banter. Suddenly Sana said,

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

A bit amaze, Manya thanked her sweetly.

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

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

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

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the innocent young woman. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in future. Time flew and it was getting closer to lunch sentence. Suddenly Sanaa suggested that they should gild lunch from their fellowship eatery. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to fudge. Sana quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering decent food for thought to pick out guardianship of Deen, Binu and a brace of others also if necessary.

The food arrived shortly and with the food came Salman and Sam. Both were at the eating place when Sana called and they decided to bring it themselves. Salman had Manya in mind while Sam had Sana also in mind. When Manya saw the boy arrive, she slipped into the bedroom and put on a light viridity transparent saree over the petticoat and a sleeveless blouse, braless on her chest. She noticed after wearing it that the blouse, already low cut, had the top button torn off. She shrugged and went to greet the boys.

The guy cable were in high tone with Sam constantly teasing Sana'a and salman giving hungry looking at towards Manya. After a while, Manya decided to fetch the home base and lay the food on the table. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to serve instantly. The moment they went into the kitchen, Salman caught hold of the voluptuous wife by her generous hip joint and drive into her saree extend ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her tits. Manya resisted for a patch in soreness but knew that she couldn't for too recollective. She kept eyeing the sustenance elbow room, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly adjudicate to help oneself out too. Manya's hands tried to tack some plates and peach together while her pussycat tried to fight off the gushing succus from trench within her pubic region. The young adolescent showed peachy anxiety in his mauling of the well endowed wife's physical structure from head to toe. His hands covered her clothed variety everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her sari and shoved his hand right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a strong grasp. Manya gasped and let out a sparkle squeal. Her soundbox began to live the conversant concussions and her knocker were already quivering from his pawing. She was scared they would be heard. Salman suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen,"Hey Sam we forgot the Elmer Leopold Rice but brought all the other stunner. Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sana may like to come with you. ”.

"Sure Salman,"said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by the two guys. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his fourth dimension with the beauteous Sana while Salman had the lush and sexy Manya release and horny. The threshold closed and the floodgate opened for the unlawful couple. Standing in the Lapp piazza, Manya and Salman began a rapid flaming fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen board. In the shoemaker's last two days the kitchen table was used for anything but food formulation. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all raptures as the young macho-man's thrusts drove the blue sky of her husband's ignore away. Her bosom rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounciness, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly mash them as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Manya's lust skyrocketed to keen heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to make his way with her overheat sex starved torso. Five minutes of ceaseless pounding into the lustful homemaker's snatch had Salman spewing out spoonful of seminal fluid deep inside her womb, hugging her wholesome body ardently while doing so. It was a mind-bending experience for Manya to be so delight. His vigor pleased her and his cock still felt hard inside her sodden kitty even after the battering he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue greedily.

Not letting Salman's turncock out of her cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in belittled leaps towards the sleeping room. A surprise Salman understood her intention and let himself hop along with her redress onto her bed. The flavour of his still vertical cock in her cum washed pussy continued to stoke the fires in her belly. She craved for another pound. A Loretta Young man always came quickly commencement. But young cock guesswork back to erecting quickly too. Her ripe physical structure could never be satisfied with a bingle round of sex. She craved for the adjacent circle ravenously. She was a bunny for the second screwing. She was a slave to young cock.

Knowing they had at least another ten minute 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 slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her brains fucked out of her by the neighborhood scantling. Again here, he was fucking her doggie manner. She was on all quaternion and he was ramming her juicy cunt from behind. Their conflate succus trickled out down her voluptuary second joint to soak the bed sheet fully. The shtup and the soaking continued for the side by side ten minutes, during which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out on ecstasy without the fear of being heard. She gave full blowhole to her bursting cacoethes by imploring him to get it on her punishing and true.

"Fuck me grueling Salman ”, she begged."roll in the hay my rooster starved kitty-cat. screw your friend's horny Mom,"she wailed, storm Salman with her wantonness. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs. M could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was adulterous. He literally rammed and rammed his steely tool in and out of her pulsating bitch till the stage came when she was about to cream. He could feel her cunt muscles tighten around his thrusting rooster and the milking get more manic. His rank mauling of her heaving white meat reached bigger symmetry and finally both of them collapsed in a sight on the creaking bed, going through convulsive orgasms with Salman lying on top of the mature woman's immense ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her release. The mating couple looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five bit to disentangle themselves from each other's hold.

Salman pulled up his trousers and said"Let me help you dress Mrs. M ”, and went over to gather her saree into her waist. He squeezed the form there in favourable reception, drawing a groan from the well fucked mother. They tidied each early up as best as they could and went into the living room just in time to hear the Alexander Bell. Sam and Sana entered with even looks on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any questions and the two duet ate in come quiet. It was a full meal and took more than fifteen minutes. Manya felt a niggling soreness in her pussy and once in a while cupped it with her left script in the track of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his lips. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's interest group create a further rippling in her scummy belly.

After the repast, Sana said she had to attend an art class and requested her sidekick to omit her. She wanted to be free of Sam because of the veneration of any incertitude in aunt Manya's mind about them. auntie Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state of matter, as Salman led his sis out of the business firm, agreeing to send packing her. He closed the door shut behind him, not looking at Sam.

Sam cast a glimpse at the silent mother future to him. She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her sari having fallen off from her creamy articulatio humeri. He placed his mitt gently on her lower, exposed belly and ran it in rophy, feeling the sissiness and caressing it. Manya gave him a exhaust smile but did not check him. She however said,"I'm tired Sam ”.

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

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

"Don't headache Mrs. M. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the hired hand of the sexy housewife and made her lie down flat on the sofa. Sam kissed her cheek all over lovingly and even lapped her sweat beads in a ship's boat display of affection. He kept kissing her for a full five second all over her aspect and brim, holding her wide shoulders and then gradually moved his straits to bury it in the full mounds on her chest. He bit the nipple though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this time making Manya clutch his head. He spent another five minutes on her breasts, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her wax and vast midriff. Manya gasped as his sass found her navel and let out a fully aroused moan, long enough to let him infer that he had her almost at his mercy. After his nibbling covered the entire territory of her venter and exposed articulatio coxae, she was a heaving mountain of flesh before him. The sexy mother heaved her hips and jerked them towards his side. The very intellect, sensitive painter then raised the horny mother's saree up to her shank and dipped his head right into the mature woman's twat. His clapper probed like a paintbrush into her dripping cunt and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her hands gripped his hair and she pushed his head into her steaming cunt, so that his tongue could go deeper and cryptic. Sam obliged the lecherousness aroused elder woman, inhaling her musky fragrance with a loud sniff, which made her pussy back talk dance with pleasure and warmth. Sam led the sore woman out of her irritation with his finesse and expertness. Manya was now spread out lewdly, legs splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ Fuck Me'written in bluff letters all over her voluptuous, well used body. She looked pleadingly towards her young lover, her middle doing the asking.

Sam felt her pussy and it was so douse and dripping that he felt she could take three shaft. He thrust his hand first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his hand and brought out his hard and eager dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the splice woman's horny twat, feeling her slit muscles spring up from nowhere to buckle his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her senses leave her as Sam began a slow and unbendable fuck motion. 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 pay this horny mother a deliciously long fucking. He knew she would love it.

Long, deep and unshakable came the apoplexy of his dick in and out of Manya's snatch. She raised her articulatio coxae to provide the counter jabbing and he held her hip to bear the poke. Their bodies moved in everlasting rhythm as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor. The sedate scratch rose to a crescendo which lasted another five minutes. Incredibly their screwing continued unabated for another five instant till Sam felt Manya's twat muscles gripping his dick harder and harder until they suddenly released their clasp. He gave one final examination violent thrust into her boiling pussy just then to time his release with hers. Both their releases were noiseless, filled with mutual comfort and savvy. It was the mating of souls.

Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam hard to herself and lavished his side with hot and sweaty kisses for long moments. She lay in his blazonry for a foresightful meter, feeling the passion drain out of her well fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like a true cleaning woman. Sam on his parting, looked smug and cognitive content, watching the one-half naked mother's beautiful features which looked better each prison term they made love. If only she'd agree, she'd relieve oneself a great and natural model for his brushing or camera.

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

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya's ripe dead body was already pleasured by four young studhorse, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive lover. Each was a different experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, slow down sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the fearfulness of getting caught stifled her sounds but raised her release levels to untouched meridian. The relaxed fucking spread the impulse to all share of her sexy eubstance making every pore of her skin glow in response. Here, lying denude ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glow, making Sam gaze in continued amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring heart. Then her eye turned sonant and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his hands cupping her refulgent 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 boy would make it. Her husband would do to collect his bags before leaving for his flight of steps but she could never predict the meter of his reaching. But she was sure he would leave soon after his arrival in a tearing hurriedness. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more metre they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his osculation, kneading her big white meat softly. His after sex gaming was very tender and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet lips from his oral cavity and asked him what he was trying to say.

"Your lips taste like dearest, aunt Manya. haven't tasted anything sweeter than them. And I mean both your lips ”, he smiled suggestively, with a flicker in his eyes.

Manya blushed beautifully at his repellent railway line, her hand involuntarily moving to her pussy pitcher's mound, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must have secreted a nursing bottle entire of juice, or dear if she were to believe his flattery. She kept cupping her pussy while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his part let his hands roam freely on her full breasts. Their bodies once again exchanged the warmth of everlasting forcible understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the love trial"?

Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned redder than ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew they had very little or no clock time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that extra especial style. But she was confused and lost for clip. Sam took the enterprise and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of dearest. Before the sexy married woman could talk, he opened it and poured a few drops right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussycat. That made the beautiful woman gasp in pleasure and the pant turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread the beloved all over her pussy mouth, dragging the angelical liquified deeper to circle her beloved bud. The corneous housewife's leg were wrapped around her Lester Willis Young lover's head on the sofa, her hands on his head, with his head buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and naked and his pleasant-tasting act generated advance heating system in her body, causing her luscious hip joint to set about a slow grind against his lapping face. Her bitch was a mess with her own succus, his cum and the love. The resultant taste and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved char's body for days together. Her secretion levels were overwhelming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able-bodied to introduce on the kamasutra with her lusty, sybaritic body at his disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the call down housewife's quivering twat when they suddenly heard the buzzer doughnut. Manya's first 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 petticoat with the dear treated juices dripping from her heated puss. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the hidrosis, soundly fucked housewife, opened the room access to let in her kid. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their dishevel mother. Her body was sweaty, whisker uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with perspiration. sudor had dampened her total segmentation too and Binu found his mother's white meat to be fascinating agglomerate by themselves. Instead of his usual movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his face into her declamatory cleavage, his paw rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every stomate of his wax bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their nutrient, pleasantly surprised at the copious facing pages from the restaurant.

In the line of feeding her nipper, Manya got back to sanity until Binu suddenly noticed the bottle of honey lying on the living way tabular array and said"Mom do we use honey for any of these matter to try better ?"

Embarrassed, Manya found a way out by stating that she had mixed honey with tea in the dayspring as a health preion."No admiration you look so Nice and goodish 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 Logos finished their food that the extramarital mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to forget through the kitchen door. He did so but not before grabbing the concupiscent housewife by her waistline and giving a recollective and wet kiss on her wax lips. He withdrew with a speech sound and left through the kitchen door. Hoping that her sons had not heard the candy kiss, the lusty mother returned to clear the table, while her sons went to change their clothes. She felt sticky all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had slurped away most of the beloved and deep within she could still feel the illumination pat of his clapper all over her interior. She experienced yet another tremble and decided that she should bathe before her corporeal mess was too obvious to her kids.

The bath was cleansing more than refreshing for the straying married woman and mother. In the course of ten minutes she wiped out every ghost of her hot sex sessions that her consistence could carry. What she could not wipe out was the extra refreshed glow on her grimace which came only from adept, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the bathtub, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi transparent saree and wore it without a petticoat. She also matched it with a white blouse without a bra. The sari fell right down her articulatio coxae and settled at the lowest possible level. It did look like it would fall right off her juicy body any moment. The vapourous grain gave copious hints of her prune bush and wide-cut thighs from the social movement and her well rounded but truehearted asscheeks from the rear. With her full corporal charms being highlighted to their uttermost, she looked a lust angel in blanched. Her beautiful face was relegated to the background by her deluxe curves protruding fully out of her flimsy saree and closely blouse. Wanting to expend some time with her kids, she walked towards Deen's room. On the way she heard the bell. She opened the threshold to see the flower vendor. She gave him his most heavenly lot of the day, her full phase of the moon tit showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midsection exposed all the way down to her loggerheaded grim George Bush. She saw his oculus focused on the V part between her thigh and crossed them as if to draw off his attention. His gaze right into her pubic hair sent a meek pleasure impulse through her body. She allowed him to caress her hand while giving the flowers. Even as the threshold was open she lifted her workforce above her head to secure the flower in her hair. In doing so the housewife's integral midriff embedded with that deep and provocative belly button was on display to the flower seller. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the dame as a good deal as tripped, her whole saree would hail untied, leaving her glorious, fleshy spell open to the reality. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's room to ascertain Binu also there. Deen was at his table studying while Binu was on the bed trying to read something. Manya took a al-Qur'an and slipped next to Binu, lying on her breadbasket. She took one of her best-loved romantic novels to read. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into reduce air, revealing her well toned and carnival calves. Deen looked at his sexy mother's variant. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer blank saree and being on her tum, her curvy waist and hip joint were totally exposed to their gaze. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about eighty percent of her spinal column bare right up to her asscrack. With flowers in her pilus she looked every inch a St. Bridget on her wedding night and in that minimal clothing she looked a bride who ached for a shag. Manya turned around suddenly onto her dorsum while reading. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally drag in off her shoulders and the derriere of the saree was now almost midway up her thighs. Manya kept version, seemingly unaware of the physical structure display she was putting on. Her attire was aught new before her kids and she kept reading, not realizing that her sari rode right up to her ample second joint. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath and her belly responded with smaller heaving question of its own. She looked a delectable man of lulu and Deen felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd body language. He saw Binu also notice their horny mother.

Binu swung into legal action very soon. He kept his book aside and placed his headway on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not make any sudden move. Binu began his exploratory exercise of his mother's fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in slow up and unfluctuating licks. He concentrated on the touchy and raw geographical zone around her mystifying navel and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her manus on her son's top dog lightly but did not look down. Binu carried his captivation for his mother's hot body to mellow levels when he suddenly blew arduous into her navel, making the sexy female parent squeal and laugh. But both mother and son again settled into their several pursuits. Manya could experience the lunar time period rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel point. The juices gushed out a bit from her pussycat. She was surely that Binu could sniff her arousal perfume. If Binu sniffed it he didn't show it but his hands now fully encircled his mother's big hips and drew her lush lower body further into his face. Manya's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet candy kiss lavished by her younger son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and make for fucking from the style in which she was writhing her rosehip trying to appear normal. Her horniness carried across the elbow room towards him and when he saw her face, the troubled feature film starkly reflected the burning lust within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their skins when he moved his forefront closer to Manya's bosom and said"Mom, when was the live on metre I had Milk from your knocker"? A stunned Manya looked at her son's head which was just a few inches from her the right way breast. Deen felt his cock harden at the mountain of his younger brother looking at his Mom's breast while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her saree top off.

"You were very young then Binu. You can not drink any more now from them ”, she whispered in answer also feeling excited that her knocker 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 hip. Her saree had slipped even downhearted and Deen could see that the beginnings of his mother's miserable pelvic arch. Binu's bridge player was resting on that ridiculously exposed part as he talked.

The sexually troubled mother managed to mutter,"No milk will fare out now Binu ”. But Manya's vernal son would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering her to reserve him to sample her milk in a childish demonstration of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his Brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the situation. Suddenly to his utter astonishment and wild arousal, he saw his well breasted beget unbutton her blouse and whip out one total boob and thrust it into Binu's accepting lip. His cock ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her boob into her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just kept silent as Binu feasted on his mother's boob while his hands were still placed on her wax, exposed pelvic arch. Deen adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn't take on his eyes off that wild sight. Binu kept suckling for one full second, during which Manya simply sat back, psyche up, chest out, wearing a grin 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 remove her son's head from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snigger saying that there was no milk and the tasting was not as good as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the present moment even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the same exposed pose asked her elder son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was firmly and his Lucille Ball were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sense of haste buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her sari pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her coxa upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of her thigh. In a minute she turned and in the same trailer truck naked condition, slept with her back to her son Deen, showing him the entire and senior high school cheeked glory of her ass. Binu had left the room after his boob lactation, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the wellspring exposed physical structure of his Mom, a few feet away, bursting all over with breaking ball, the young son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking fear not to make any auditory sensation. He kept looking at his female parent's massive derrierre and peered to settle the asscrack throughout his frantic masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his eyes off his female parent's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Manya did not actualize what Deen was doing but was lost in her own cosmos of luxuria after all the attention she got from her son. It did not put out her mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her succus started all over again. Her right on manus rested again on her pussy through her transparent sari and she kept giving her pussy discrete apoplexy since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single movement of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to get a base on balls 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 fond sleep. Deen took one look at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and absolute beauty of her fount. He also noted that her saree had now gone right past her thigh to just a few inches below her hot pussy. He left the sign of the zodiac and locked the threshold behind him before he burst a blood vessel.

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the theater, Manya heard the front threshold ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to open it. Desh entered the theatre in a hurry but paused only for a piece to use up in his married woman'attire and dreamy face. In that tweed saree she looked a aspiration. But the saree looked like it would slip right off her body. He caught her by the hips, surprising Manya. Instead of the petting and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the folds of the sari and tried to tuck them high-pitched around her waistline. The saree refused to oblige and he let it accrue again. Manya held her husband by the shoulder, hoping that his planned loss for a week would make him a bit more quixotic. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedroom to pack his bags. He took a few minutes and came back again to the living room to pass on a brief kiss to his bedaze married woman. Manya limply accepted the buss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his tripper. Even those proud attempts she had made to stroke his tool through his trousers did not jerk spirit into Desh. life could not have got more thwart for the cover girl wife.

Not wanting to allow imprint to sweep her, she readjusted her habiliment around herself, slipped on a petticoat underneath her clean sari and a black bra under her white blouse. She waited for Deen and Binu to return.

Her two Word were happy when their female parent suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to pack her mind off all things sexual. The three of them reached the picture palace house got their tickets. With Manya in the heart, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom inside. A bunch of local early days gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's boozer ass sway away from them in a mind blowing fashion. Manya ignored them like she always did. inside, while watching the picture show, both sons held their Mom's hands from either slope possessively. Binu was firmer in his bag and his elbows frequently brushed against the side of meat of her breasts. Manya relaxed against his elbow after a while, engrossed in the plastic film. Once in a spell she felt Binu's manus on her thigh whenever a funny scene came on screen. He would just squeeze her thigh and take his hand. Manya became more and More aware of Binu's hands after that. By the end of the film, Binu had elbowed her knocker almost throughout the flick and squeezed her internal second joint at least seven to eight time. Deen observed most of this and only kept caressing his hard dick without his Mom's notice. Manya was confused from all the happenings, but also very wet between her thighs. Her torso knew only one way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting copious love juices.

When the film ended they rose to entrust. There was a retentive and winding staircase leading to the outside. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's hand and walked down the stairs along with the movie going gang. There were raft of hombre who were eyeing the ample body of Manya and some of them came right behind her and scratch their dicks hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at least five of them grind their putz into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a twosome of secure kneads. Manya didn't want to produce a scene there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked consistence with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the fondling and groping being received by his luscious female parent. It drove his dick into overdrive and he stored some of the range of a function for masturbatory reference later in the night. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to count nude, then it was his mother's.

As Manya stepped off the finish stair, she also felt her rear getting its last anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the place she put her arms around her two sons and the trio left for home. They had a light dinner party on reaching nursing home and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner party, Deen could sense his brother's uneasiness and eagerness to wind up his feeding. He saw his Mom go to her sleeping accommodation for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the comrade could see that she had hardly changed. The sexy homemaker had merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to the reality. Binu cuddled up to his total bodied mother and almost instantaneously his bridge player went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the lights and crept up to the bedchamber doorway which was unlocked. Through a small snatch at the side he peered into the way, lit only by a night lamp. He could make out their shifting and moving conformation and get word his beautiful Mom murmur many a fourth dimension. He didn't hear Binu's vocalism but only his mother's soft moans and muttering. His brother had one leg thrown over his aphrodisiac Mom's hips. He was hugging into her from behind, his caput on her beautiful neck, his gumshoe pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a one bed of slight garment. His paw which was exploring her juicy omphalus kept wandering all over her huge, naked diaphragm. 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 dormant son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

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

Manya felt the flowing of rip quicken through her. Binu's succour had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not lay off him. She also realized that she probably did not want to stop him. She was fully wet from feeling his young cock against her wide ass and his eager stroking of her venter and pelvis added fuel to her raging fires.

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

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

"Mmmmmm, ”, moaned Manya both as a reply and in answer to the darting probe which Binu's knife had just given to her belly button. Her juices were in full current now.

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

"Sami here. I miss you now,"whispered Manya into the sound, pressing her left hand over her chest after noticing that Binu's chief was down on her belly, licking and gnawing her anatomy. She gave a pant when she felt her son's glossa rotate deeply in her navel.

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

"Yes, I'm OK, dear,"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 pelvic girdle now from the top and she could finger Binu's hand encounter her upper tail end and cup the flesh warmly."Mmmmmm ”, she moaned, out of control again.

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

"Same thing is happening to me here ”, whispered the horny housewife to her illicit buff while her son's knife continued to desolate her soaker belly. His thorax was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered whether he could feel her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her left mitt mashed her boob over her thin blouse and she tweaked her mammilla by herself and let out another tenacious moan. Binu took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother.

"Someday we must do it in billet, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's line spate and she barely managed a reply trying to battle the impulses of her son's licking of her belly button. His manus were actually now caressing the naked constituent of her amphetamine ass, the nearest he got so far. From a distance it appeared to the watching Deen that his crony was actually squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her pussy. Her conversation awakened his curiosity and craned his ear to listen.

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

"And I want you to come braless to my place,"said Ram."After fucking on my desk, I want you to slip under it topless and set about a foresightful blowjob. I'll dictate a missive to my secretary as you blow me ”, went on Ram."Where would you care me to cum ? Face or mouth ?"

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly invoke married woman, her vocalisation breaking away as a flood of succus washed over her interior. This last line did it to her. The searing lust caused by her lover's lewd talk and her son's continuous loving adoration of her heated eubstance carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's head heavy as her juices oozed out of her pussy with a military unit that wet her sari around her crotch. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his head so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest of drawers which was pressed against his Mom's quick lap. The lap had been getting heater and warmer. He had felt a sudden shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her omphalus, past the Brobdingnagian belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a sugarcoat look. She had muttered a good night and tossed the telephone away, her face and chest panting. Binu saw his female parent's glorious pinhead heaving and forcefully took his center away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her crotch and her saree was bunched up around her hips, leaving her thigh fully naked. His cock ached and throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had followed division of her suggest conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the phone"?

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

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

Chapter 14

he perversely thrilling sight of his sexy, one-half naked mother getting an orgasm talking to her married man's gaffer while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage dick into overdrive. He groaned inwardly and ran into his bedroom clutching his cock. He pulled out an old photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that night making sure that he came on his Mom's face in the picture. His female parent's wantonness flashed vividly across, each time he masturbated. At the end of each interjection he couldn't service wondering where his highly-sexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her adulterous lark in future.

The highly-sexed female parent, in the lag felt herself steamy and wet both inside and outdoors. While her gushing juices washed her insides, her untested son's midriff and navel drubbing 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 chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer albumen saree, which was wet around the crotch. Both his hands were around her hips and his right bridge player was infact cupping her exposed upper berth butt. For a second she was ashamed of herself for orgasm right field when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a wild pleasure. Binu's nibbling had turned her flack on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram's call came. His raunchy talk was the trigger she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the impulses. Now, after her sexual climax, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire thigh region exposed. She could feel her pussy muscle spasm mildly against Binu's chest and wondered how it would have been in the course of her headphone lecture and orgasm. The idea made the straying wife shiver. And the chill brought out some excess lust from her loin. She was still disruptive despite her spillage because she hadn't been fucked. Her ripe body hadn't received its fuck sedation. If anything she felt hornier than before.

Manya had gone off to a difficult eternal sleep in the Same posture. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his position. His soundbox had drifted away but his foreland was now right on her crotch. But he was flying asleep with a half smile on his lip. 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 kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't take his Acts to be out rightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her physical structure, especially her navel and ass. Gently she lifted her son's fountainhead from her warm and weaken pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her sari surrender right off her juicy body onto the floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was half past five. The beautiful housewife went butt naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at least an minute before either of her sons woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the same half bare DoS. She put on a petticoat and a inglorious bra. She wore the same white saree and blouse over the unmentionable and decided to catch some wise, early morning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into the freshness of the aurora, towards the jogger's commons situated about 100 yards from her house. Her white saree highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her liquidity crisis waist flesh, while the black bra only served to draw sharp attention to her beautifully shaped knocker through the white blouse. Her umbilicus was the New York minute draw from the battlefront, peering out invitingly through the sheer gabardine saree. Her rear purview was irresistible with her toilsome buttock swaying provocatively with each step while her exposed speed coxa and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet ambition. 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 nipples poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the night's arousal in her loin and her slow consistency sway suggested that she was indeed in intimate need. Her son followed her from a distance of about 50 meters, taking caution not to be observed. Every passer turned and ogled the sexy mother as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some exercise. On reaching the Mungo Park after giving gobs of unvoiced on on the way, the frustrated married woman sought a slightly secluded spot and sat in speculation posture under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"hello Mrs M, good morning ”.

Looking up with a start, she saw Salman's father in jogging garb. The stocky fifty year old man had been lusting after her voluptuous eubstance for a spell now. Manya also felt her flesh stiffen under his hot look. She was still as he sat next to her under the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, not more than a few inches from her.

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

"Yes ”, she sighed, and felt his strong and rough hired hand on her shoulder. The tender touch made her loin wet and her already aroused torso responded on its own.

"It's a pathos so much of stunner is being wasted. Let me establish you the new change of roses over there"he pointed towards an even more secluded berth, holding her waist in the same apparent motion, as if to aid her.

With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny housewife rose and allowed herself to be led towards the spot, his warm grip heating her soundbox all over. She blamed it on the early morning horniness, but gave in to the honest-to-goodness man's improvement, recollecting his steely grip over her waist, articulatio coxae and wet ass during the Holi dunking.

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

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

"You mean hornlike 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 hawkshaw hasn't turned limp since then Manya ”, grunted the man as he fished out his pecker and thrust it into her unsuspecting hands.

Manya was stunned at the precipitousness of his action and the thickness of his tool. Her palm enclosed it well and fully and the steely meat jerked eagerly in her manpower. A groan escaped her lips and she began a deadening jerking apparent motion. Her body was hot now and her succus began the outward journey down her lush thighs. Salman's Father was a man of niggling talk and all action, which suited the straying wife well. He placed his voluptuous target on the grass under the tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, house hand to handle her trunk. She lay flat on the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single motion, he lifted the white saree right over the needy housewife's fair and creamy second joint and grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for base hit. Her wetness surprised the former man and the heat of her pussy only made his lust visor. He bent and thrust his thick turncock into her besotted pussy almost immediately. He began the punishing pumping, first in flying knife thrust, which tapered into gasping slower ones. His work force reached out and gripped her achy breasts, making the human body quiver. The ruttish wife writhed under his onslaught and her passion rose, making her hips rise to meet every knife thrust of her honest-to-goodness buff. The spongelike sounds of his peter plundering her puss filled the mum air and even in that commonwealth, the horny, cheating cleaning woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not know however that her own son was peeping and auditory sense, unseen from a distance, in a state of extreme foreplay and excitement.

The older man's thickly peter pistoned in and out of Manya's sensory pussy. The former sunrise dew soaked the debunk part of the corneous housewife's waist, back and wooden leg, which was a lot of her wholesome consistency at that moment. She lay sprawled on the wet grass, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the elderly man whose son had fucked the daylights out of her ravishing body just the old day. The open air fucking charged her lusty eubstance into renewed vigor. Manya raised her pelvis to foregather every single thrust of his with a force that surprised the stocky man. The peter clasping power of the cheating wife below him took the morning vigor out of him and in less than five minutes, he was spurting out his semen, mashing her full breasts savagely. The spurt of his cum hit her deep inside and the beautiful woman got her day's first seed clap in the early hours, when she was lying half naked in the park, obscenely surrendering her lush, horny body to Salman's father, while many early homemaker were taking brisk walkway less than twenty m away.

As the quondam man rose from the sexy body he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any possible danger. Sensing none, he whispered to the woman he had just fucked that he would leave first and she could break a five minute lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to foregather 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 curved shape of her ass, causing a very excite go. From a distance of 20 meters, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously sexy and positively vulgar at that time of the morning, with the snort chirping around her. Her body looked so used and incongruous with the reinvigorated surroundings with all the damp grime on her. He did not see her getting her day's first be intimate, but he could hear it. He remained in his vantage attitude even after Salman's founding father had left. He saw his sexy mother adjust her sari and recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of the 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 charwoman with Salman. Deen could only look at a function of the conniption behind the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and twist her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi erect pose. He was on his knee, making thrusting movements, prompting Deen to ideate that his bosomy mother was on all quaternary, getting fucked barker style by the vernal stud. This searing unconstraint being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen crazy and he began a long and hard jerk of his dick, watching the facial expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his female parent. The Passion was too highschool and he came much originally than the fornicating brace. He ejaculated into the Dubya before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the green home, thinking that it would be upright to attain before his Mom returned from her other morning lark. He could distinctly hear Salman phone his female parent a beef as he rammed into her pussy from tail. On his return journey he saw many midsection aged cleaning woman walking around, either with their husbands or their domestic dog, reveling in the morn freshness. He gave one in conclusion thought to his own lusty mother who at that time was on all fours, her red-hot ass high gear up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a couple of eld older than her son. Sensing another erection he went abode, entered through the unresolved kitchen room access and waited in his bed for his mother to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched unseen, not very far from the kitchen doorway, waiting for Manya.

Manya's trunk was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the furious fucking given by Salman's young cock. Being a bunny for the second nookie, the son's cock came as a incentive to the aphrodisiacal wife after the father had pumped and filled her well. Holding her ample hips and squeezing her swaying dope occasionally the stud poker spewed his cum into the horny's married woman's greedy snatch after ten minutes of ferocious fucking. Manya got her day's second seed eruption from Salman and it was not even half past six in the morning.

Realizing that the park would get more than crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would pull up stakes first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the sexy woman he had just fucked ascending and leave slowly. Her clothes were muffle and well crumpled. They stuck to her down dead body, making a very provocative outline of her fountainhead stacked body. Salman felt she looked erotic in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one full squeeze, making the well fucked wife squeal in half surprise and half joy. Manya walked right back to her house as steadily as she could, not bothering to search at any of the onlookers. It was a condom walk since daytime had begun to soften out. In that dirty, damp attire, strutting her wellspring exposed ravished body around could bear led to gang rape if it were moonlight instead of break of day brightness level. Her walking carried a slow tilt, imparting a sexy heave to her coxa. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to recognise Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual appearance. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife's rose hip with his nose. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a beef between the well fucked mother's second joint. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in consternation. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said"Don't headache aunty Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

A relieved Manya thanked him and started towards her house. She went around as intended to the kitchen door, only to be held by a brace of secure hands. When she saw the milkman, the wellspring used cleaning woman was in no site to answer. Her Son 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 clench on her juicy hips.

"When ? ”, inquired the unrelenting stud. Manya was amazed at his cockiness. She realized that he felt she was an loose, bequeath lay. The cerebration didn't disturb her, though the expanding range of her admirers to handle 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 hip for one good minute before release. Red in boldness again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one feeling at her damp manakin, she realized that she needed to change before attending to her maternally responsibility of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her sleeping accommodation, she began stripping off her white sari and entered her bedroom to find Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a low-cal buss on his ear and whispered that it was clip to wake up.

Binu slowly opened his eyes and saw a well rounded cleavage staring into his brass from a inglorious bra and white blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit of his compulsion, his mother's deep and juicy umbilicus. As he rose, it was right in front of his expression. He began with a late, early dawning bellybutton kiss, making his sexy mother squirm once again. When onto his foundation, he kissed her look and suddenly both mother and son exchanged a quick lip to lip kiss. A traffic pattern had been set.

Giving him fifteen transactions to be prepare for his bath, Manya walked out towards Deen's room to check on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to recognize her. He was refreshed except for his Bath. Deen had to contain another rush of blood into his dick on seeing his mother in a petticoat and blouse again. Her talkative belly bore some scratch marks where the ground had grazed her during those rousing sex sessions. Instinctively he reached out to feel her waistline around those marks. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the park during my morning manner of walking 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 half an hr and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu cry out for a bath. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and Deen ready to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed mother got down to bathing her Logos, taking only a straightaway look at Deen's genitalia. He was one-half put up. And Binu was limp. In the course of the bath she got around to lather Binu's private parts. The moment her script encircled his orb, Binu's dick shot up in two seconds like a serpent raising its hood. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her sons. Binu's dick remained at full length during the entire line of the bath. Manya forced her eyes off it, only to encounter Deen's grueling on jutting out through his briefs. Both crony were trying to maintain normalcy, though Deen's task was tougher. He watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his brother's cock, in the act of trying to gargle the soap away. He did not wonder too tough why it took one full phase of the moon minute to gargle it away. And now he also found it normal to see his bare comrade fiddling with his mother's exposed bellybutton very often during the academic term. The sexy mother ended the bath and put the shower off. Deen felt his mother's fingers graze against his cock in a very light squeeze, but decided that it was by accident. Ushering them out of the bath, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the morning's extramarital ghost. She felt her pussy lips puffed up while soaping and a small tingle ran up her thorn as she soaped her erect nipples. The pressure of the mauling given by the horny Fatherhood and son still lingered on her white meat and the hot feel of her son's erect tool lingered on her prim fingerbreadth. Her pussy felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to bump after the intemperately of fucking 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.

intuitive feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedroom, wiping her armpits and abdomen along the way. She allowed her manus to linger between her second joint and was beginning to enjoy the warmth, when her son's shout for breakfast reminded her of responsibility again. Morning sex made her lazy without question. No having the clip to settle on clothes, she slipped on a white petticoat and a black blouse. As common, she tied the petticoat five inches below her belly clitoris and kept the top two release of her low cut blouse undone. This was as good as her received garb whenever husband was away. She felt free and comfortable and didn't have to alter unless she had to go out. She went to the dining region towards two hard putz, one of which went with a pair of aegir hands. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the position and poking her umbilicus at least five metre during the meal. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her younger son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his hair. But it was not fun and secret plan for her pussy. A decelerate flack had started.

Once her nestling had left, the amorous married woman flopped on the couch and slipped into a short siesta. She stirred when she heard the doorbell ringing. Her hired man automatically went to her pussy. Every auditory sensation of any bell was something of a wake up call for her pussy. And the brusque nap had introduced a conciliate tingling in her loin. Caressing herself between her thigh, she went towards the room access and paused for a while, as if unwilling to leave her pussy.

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

"It's me Sam,"came the reply, much to the sexy mother's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the door, only to withdraw her hand from her mound with a starting. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for her coming into court Manya ran into the chamber. Sana'a watched Sam ogling her immense, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a dark risque saree over her petticoat. She was still braless and Sanaa could clearly form out her pert tit poking right out of the blouse and through the saree. Sana'a felt out rightly jealous of the voluptuous erstwhile woman. She looked a bundle of sexual vigor and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such thoughts in her judgment, she opened a small envelope.

For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the biography out his cock trough he thought it would get disengaged from his genitalia. He had seen his aphrodisiacal Mom getting her breasts sucked and crushed by his younger brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her naked, well curved consistency was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping twat to an sexual climax in abhorrent horniness. The last lingering ikon of his juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heaving, luxuriant, fully exposed body being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her shaking breasts, wet face, glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her privates, flashed in a quickly sequence before his raging eyes at the climax of every frig. With the final simulacrum of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely unhinged sleep. He was for certain there would be a time when she would manage to talk to her Dad on the phone while some man fucked her Einstein out doggie way. He only hoped he would be able to watch her.

Manya felt the survive burst of her coming leave her body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her knocker and was lying with his header on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a shock as to how exposed she was. Her entire front was assailable 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 breasts and recollected what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit dampness from all his nibbling and biting. The position of her full boob still retained his squeeze pressure and throbbed lightly. travail decorated her luxuriant torso around her curvy waistline and belly clit. Manya's oculus drifted to her pelvic region and the jam startled her. Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp all around it. The order of magnitude of the incident with her little son began to sink into the voluptuous mother and wife. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial right on almost every inch of her generous torso and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to rebuff him.

"The greatest subject area was self bailiwick ”, she kept repeating in her judgement. Binu could not be denied his normal urges. Manya knew that such urge were normal in boys and that it was dangerous to rebuff them because of the possible psychological reverberation on them. Moreover she was sure that he would outgrow his obsession with her soundbox overtime. As a female parent she had cryptic beloved for her sons and was sure that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his love, not luxuria. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some tomfoolery and pampering through this phase. And it only made her palpate sexier, better and more worthy. There was aught which turned on Manya more than the knowledge that soul lusted after her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her body. The view made her a bit concerned about her elder son's normalcy and she decided to take a closer look at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the upheaval of tactual sensation and sucking his mother's breasts drained him mentally. It was his offset encounter with his mother in a bare, physical gumption. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle his hair's-breadth and shifted her body down to settle down beside him. She readjusted her saree to cover her buttocks and thighs and slept with her backbone to her son. She tried hard to sleep but remained a few stride short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's bridge player on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her naked waist as it always did, towards her navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her rosehip and rested there. Manya could directly feel the impact of his dick against her full and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her omphalus in a wearisome fingering motility. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable pulsation in her omphalus to ask over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her seat. Its heat and ruggedness permeated through his shorts and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his pecker against her inflame asscheeks, but the aflame mother was trusted that her ass warmth was interacting with his unseasoned dick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny eubstance. Her body stiffened further when she felt his dick throb intensifies wildly. In amazement she felt her son's dick pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or driving force from his position. She realized he was dreaming about the ample body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The throb against her ass continued like an robotic motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating against the object of his ambition, making the subject of his lusty aspiration quiver and squirm against it. Manya stiffened her house asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming press on them. The muscle spasm were followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened the rear of her saree. With a seismic disturbance the sexy female parent realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the noesis and continued to feel the waves of release ebb out. For five minutes after feeling the last weak throb, Manya remained in that strength to appropriate her son's body to retrieve blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached behind and felt the saree around her ass, taking care not to disturb his leg over her naked hips. She realized that her saree rode up to the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the verge of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the aphrodisiacal 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 be intimate reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her dormancy son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and son.

Manya again woke up a little earlier than rule. The advantage of a well fucked dead body was that sleep enters agile and deep. It also leaves the body quickly once the required rest is obtained. The impending sunup moments were also second for hotness to dawn on the beautiful married woman. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her hips, the knot having got unfastened. She was stark naked on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast asleep, now with his vertebral column to her. A quick recap of the former Night's consequence crossed her mind. The pin-up mother felt herself loaded once again with pity and love for her son. On nervous impulse, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his eternal sleep to confront her. His eyes were still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering spate of warmheartedness. She gently hugged his case into her breasts and stroked his spine, knowing that he was asleep and couldn't sense her nudity. Her mind told her that this could be the hold up time she would be hugging her son as a small innocent boy. She wanted to finger and enjoy the moment. She hugged his boylike face into her naked, fully breasts, allowing their softness to stifle his face. She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him against her chest for two good minutes. Satisfied, the nude statue 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. sprightliness was shifting appurtenance and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early morning horniness crept into Manya's ripe consistency the moment she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should direct a perambulation down to the jogger's commons. It was not the prospect of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some fresh air for sure. Putting on some unmentionable, she draped the Lapplander 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 flavor like she'd had a fervid night in bed. With faineant strides, the horny wife and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing numberless admirers on the way exhibiting different stage of lust.

"I can't supporter it if I'm blessed with a exuberant consistence ”, she thought ”, as she passed a staring heart aged man. The man's married woman was sharply dragging her married man away, giving dirty look to Manya.

When she entered the park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana. She had brought her lightlessness German police dog dog for a manner of walking. Manya knew that Sam and Sanaa were avid dog lovers and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana'a sitting on a bench, holding on to her dog's collar, Manya heaved her sexy body across to her position, feeling many eyes on her give away waist and upper hips. Sanaa greeted her cheerfully.

midway through their pocket-size talk, Sana pointed to her dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to mate him soon so that they could generate a lot of pup for a whole lot of friends who had asked. Manya looked at the friendly but big dog. His eyes were deep and shining. Sana kept playing with the region around his ear and he kept raising his head to clobber Sana on her neck opening and boldness. It looked like a loving dog.

"Tiger, sports meeting aunt Manya,"introduced Sana'a, pointing Manya out to her dog. Panthera tigris rose to his feet and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake hands. Manya bent slightly from the bench to shake hands. She found tiger cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's typeface. Though not used to hound, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful human face with his prospicient wet knife. The eager dog licked the beautiful female parent's boldness, thrilled at her willing offer. He ran his natural language all over cheeks, forehead, neck opening, and nose and swept it in one farseeing shot over her full lip. Manya recoiled for a arcsecond, feeling a ado. Seeing Sana jape, she continued to let Tiger lavish his natural language all over her face. Her face was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn't seem to want to stop.

"aunt Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't lick my face that long ”, said Sana. Sana'a 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 target of his care. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her human face with her sari and noticed the doggie aroma. It was a bit strong and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a while longer and decided that she had to get back house. She held Sana's hand to say leave and hang to shake hands with Panthera tigris as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her berm, revealing a vast cleavage right in straw man of the dog's eyes. Tiger wasted no clip in giving a sharp lick rightfulness in the center of the juicy woman's segmentation. The curvy mother was shocked at the act and felt a sharp bolt of an indescribable smell in her. Adjusting her sari she turned around to leave.

But tiger's manus were fold to her metrical foot and as she took a step, the dog also moved to stop her. In the process, his paw fell on the fanny of her saree, causing Manya to head trip over. The well stacked housewife fell monotonic on her back with the saree getting swept aside from her front. tiger saw a fleshy target in his new acquaintance and he pounced onto the plush cleaning woman, licking at her bring out umbilicus. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping tongue, sending an electric automobile electric current right through Manya's horny body. Sana'a simply stared for a moment at the lewdly excite great deal before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juices out of Manya's spreading out belly. His knife covered every expose in of her huge midriff and Sana gaped at the wide bodied wife as she writhed about under the onrush, not knowing how to stop the creature. Tiger delved into her navel several times and his spit sent shivers all over Manya's rippling body. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana pull back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and looked around. About ten people were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into rubor the flushed lady of the house quickly bade trade good bye to a still stunned Sana and moved out of the commons. On the way she heard a guy call out,"Watch out Maam. hound think like us guys. They are always on the flavour out for a bitch in hotness ”.

The man didn't looking like a regular in the area. But Manya was too lost to react angrily. She literally ran her way home, her eyes moist with ignominy. Only after reaching her kitchen door did she stop to relax. Panting, she slowly started to regain her breathing spell. 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 directions trying to understand her state. Everything pointed to only one affair, she felt randy. She felt like a beef 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 manpower on the corneous wife, was keeping guard by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering woman and sensed that she needed cock. Unable to believe his luck, he held her strongly by her shoulders. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to find the milkman. She allowed him to take a breather her on the threshold of the kitchen threshold. She remained still and shaking as he stripped her saree and underskirt right off her ass. The offspring stud repositioned his front-runner housewife in the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to pass her what she loved almost. Feeling his strong dick ravaging her cunt bow-wow style, Manya felt like a dead on target gripe at that moment. The thought sent rippling of pleasure all over her physical structure as much as his steely tool did. Her mind went to the beef that Panthera tigris would mate to give rise to tens of puppies. For a fleeting second she placed herself in the place of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppy. Her prolific pussycat gushed out juice strongly to meet the milkman's own spurting cock. It was a mind blowing, unrestrained first roll in the hay. The exhausted woman rested her ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the young milkman. No words were exchanged for a few minutes. She watched with the Lapp grin as he pushed up his pants and left her presence. It was a purely useable, design serving ass, and the extracurricular Manya loved such fucking.

The prison term was still 15 minutes to seven am. Manya had another half an time of day at to the lowest degree before her Logos awoke. She felt fresh now and memory board of the dog's ravishment on her pulp were pushed back into her mind. Her sari was still off her body. Her ass was still naked on the threshold. The licentious wife decided to get inside when she saw Sam appear from nowhere carrying an gasbag. He pulled out all the Polaroid snaps that he had taken yesterday and blank out to hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful adult female was naked. Her pegleg were spread apart in sitting bearing and she looked remarkably comfortable in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the need to cover herself before Sam of all the people. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining mesa. Sam knelt next to the aphrodisiacal woman, his elbow joint on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her pussy close ups. There was no way anybody could imagine it was her pussy. Sam had made her knock cunt look like the earth's outstanding gem cove. She admired his ability more than the magnificence of her pussy. However after repeated viewing she felt a heat upsurge again in her lumbus. She gave him a sudden osculation on his lips. Sam responded by kissing her back and held her by her naked coxa. His handwriting rested well below her waist side and he kept squeezing her generous flesh in delicate comforting strokes. They looked perfectly matched and at simplicity with each former, like a married man and wife going through the morning newspaper. That was how the watching Deen felt from the side of meat window.

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

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruits of their previous day's labor. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that Manya was becoming conscious of his growing proximity. She felt Sam's familiar hand once again detect her pussy and that really enhanced her comfort stage. She kept looking at the exposure of her lewdly spread cunt, thanking herself that she didn't wear any anchor ring. It would have revealed her identity 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 moans came by themselves and the couple slowly slid into a lean back carriage. Manya rested her head back against the door and spread her second joint wider to give freer access to Sam's cupping hand. He manipulated her cunt without stopping. Manya's bladder was full because she hadn't taken a pee before her sunrise manner of walking. Now with all the ministrations of her sensitive fan, the force per unit area began to build up to near uncontrollable levels.

She gasped at his slash and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His fingers got busier and busier with the aroused married woman's pussy. Each separatrix of his raised her motivation to bursting stage. She felt she would pee any instant. But the instant never came. The loaded impression persisted but the turned on wife could not issue her urine. The relentless stroking of Sam on her slit thwarted the period. Instead her pussy got well and wet with super charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's hand, her side wearing an agonized facial expression that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no further time. He replaced his fingerbreadth with his dick, stretching Manya outside the door right hand on the flat coat. Deen felt his mother looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the footing, her pelvic girdle heaving and her slit swollen with the commingle pauperization to urinate and get fucked. Sam poked her outer snatch with his fingerbreadth as if to test the wall. Manya burst out into uncontrollable dickhead, whimpering with need.

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

Deen was state of nature both with anger and arousal at his female parent's debasement. He watched Sam toy with his shameless mother.

"William Tell me aunty 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 earth, writhing in lust, her helping hand crushing her breasts.

"okeh Aunt Manya, you can pee ”, announced Sam, standing above her lewd form, with his gumshoe hard and unattackable over her.

The profane woman could take it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his dick dragged him right on to her heaving, buxom organic structure. She roughly positioned his hard cock rightfulness at the entryway of her dripping bit. She arched her heated hips up and forced an entryway for his peter, rotating her hips greedily to reserve his nub to fall off into her cut. She took his hands and placed them on her heaving breasts and forced him to mash the vibration cumulus. Making guttural sounds that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly aroused mother thrusts her hip upwards, her optic imploring and pleading with him to commence fuck. Sam felt it would be a sin to confine back any yearner. He began rotating his hip joint and started a tardily fucking to feel the insides of her boiling cunt fully. His cock once again familiarized itself with Manya's beautiful pussy. Deen was now red with green-eyed monster as he saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless wreck and then getting fucked in a farsighted and teasing speech rhythm. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.

Manya's bitchiness was elevated even though Sam took her pussycat missional style. Both the teenagers could see the lustfulness contortioned boldness of the beautiful woman as her wholesome body got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every stroke of Sam's dick felt like it was hitting against a water bed. Manya's horny soundbox bounced and heaved at every thrust in the too soon hours. Sam pounded with urgency to take the sexy wife to a much needed orgasm. The orgasm washed her inside thoroughly and she felt Sam's rooster spurt at the same prison term. With a lusty moan, she took out Sam's cock from her cunt and placed it above her face, taking the full bang on her eyes, nose, lip and cheeks. She licked the fluids wherever her tongue could accomplish 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 fervid fucking session.

Suddenly, before the middle of the two adolescent, Manya began to pee. She had lost it. The flow came flash and steadfast and burst out like a mountain stream. Sam watched in astonishment and wished that he had brought his camera to cap this erotic moment. For a full two arcminute, the horny woman let out all the accumulated fluids, clutching her abdomen during the act. She was still spread out on the flooring, the pee collecting itself around the inverted V between her thighs. It formed a small puddle. With her beautiful, homely face and well fucked body, Deen felt his mother looked like a rightful fornicatress. A lovable hussy. 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 time and rose from the ground gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this look on his favorite model and he kissed her punishing on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his oral cavity and felt him squeeze her cuntlips in one last apoplexy before departing. It felt overnice to be teased and used this way. Her body's limitation were being stretched and she found the use thrilling.

A cheerful Manya prepared a yard breakfast for her sons and only one of them knew the reason for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both sons felt felicitous for having such a beautiful female parent. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his first come discharge in his drawers. He discussed it with his comrade Deen, who told him that it was perfectly natural. Both pal did not go into further details. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling dissimilar. She gave him a couple of hugs Thomas More than necessary to reassure him and even placed his hand around her waist when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her boob to reach the backrest of his headspring several times in the track of the meal, with and without cause. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and before leaving for school, gave his trademark squeeze and snog to his red-hot mother. He gave her ass an extra hard squeeze and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's social class were off because of a fun part at school which he didn't spirit like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in wonder. He was a sweet and loving boy but he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his unseasoned chum. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever equal her or even converse with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually pattern. She remembered suddenly that the male child who were balling her were around Deen's age or a little elderly. The thought made her frisson and shimmy. If she could be a part of Binu's intimate discovery, then she found no reason why Deen should be left out. She decided to bring him out of his plate that morning.

15 minutes after breakfast, Manya called out,

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

The surprise teenager was caught of guard, but he agreed. He was wearing only his short pants and nada else as he came out to the animation room. His mother had removed her sari and blouse. Wearing a bra and petticoat she stood before him with two towels in mitt. Manya began her niggling game by saying that the oil would earn her half-slip damp. She wrapped the shortest towel around her hips and removed the petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the early towel across her chest. The beautiful female parent saw her son staring at her thighs and breast alternatively. The towel came to about second joint distance, exposing her golden, well toned thighs. Her nipple were clearly outlined through the thin cotton towel across her titty. She presented an air of extreme physical informality. The horny mother noted that the effect was not lost on her son. His Cy Young cock tented his shorts already.

Manya lay level on the floor on her cover and handed a nursing bottle of oil to her staring son. In a mild enchantment, 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 pes first. They felt good and well toned. The pattern of his mother's calves was exquisite and they looked sublimely elegant. They felt elegant too to the worshipful hands of her son. Deen's work force went past her knees to pass her resplendent, fleshy thighs. He paused for a moment here to stream some more oil. Wetting his palm with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out mother. The horny woman opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her thigh. Deen kneaded the flesh of her thigh, allowing the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt electric automobile and charged. His female parent's thighs felt like column of physique carved out of banana tree trunks. The flesh quivered and carried immense fondness that got hotter with each slash of his. The hem of the towel was quite highschool on Manya's thighs, about three inches from her raw kitty. Deen couldn't see her cunt backtalk but his fingers crossed the hem of the towel many times during his vigorous massaging of those sexy thighs. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual arousal. She had to take care not to evidence it, but her consistency betrayed her. Every time her son's finger's breadth brushed deeper into her inner thighs, her thighs quivered in reply. She kept her eyes closed but her rim trembled enough to tell the taradiddle to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no pick but to massage her. He continued his teasing feeling, using both fingerbreadth and palm to distribute some strong groping touches on her inner area. He was getting perilously close to her pussy. His dick was hard at the very beginning and now it was threatening to burst out of his boxers. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's custody oiled her stomach and waistline. She felt them roam all over her creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few driblet of oil into her oceanic abyss navel and use his finger's breadth to hornswoggle it. Deen heard his mother's moan and sighs all through this titillating massage. He was finding it as uncontrollable as her. He lingered lovingly around her lower stomach and could see as he stroked her flesh why Binu was obsessed with his female parent's belly. Indeed it was a ripe treasure. And it carried a stream that sent its bearing right wing through his medal and spine. Both female parent and son knew they couldn't take this erotic academic session for too long.

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

Deen took one feel at his mother. Her entire back was exposed right up to her butt fissure. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his script to massage, he was sure he would be forced to advert her pussy. He could see the position of her wax breasts as they pressed against the level. Her deal were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the surface area and effeminacy. His mother had a very scrumptious consistency. He felt he was prosperous to be able to service her in this style. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His handwriting also constantly touched the sides of her breasts whenever he tried to massage her slope. He lovingly reached into her armpits and stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny female parent. There was perfect knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The sexual tenseness was palpable.

Deen ran his hands on the back of her thighs and in the appendage got to constrict and knead them thoroughly. His sexy female parent, from the back was as good as nude, except for the slim down towel covering her ass. And the cheeks of her wide ass were all it covered. The rest of her creamy body was all his for squeezing. At one stage Deen had to sit at the root word of her asscheeks in gild to be able to massage her back properly. When he did so, his dick came into direct contact with the absolute base of her ass, not even an inch from her dripping cunt. He massaged away at her spine and as he did so, his pelvic region moved to and fro against Manya's low-toned ass bringing his hammer into periodic contact with her kitty-cat entrance. It was a searingly arousing impinging both for Deen and his horny female parent. Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed not to show it because her cheek was down on the level. Deen noticed his female parent's asscheeks wiggle and realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced the insistence of his massaging which in turning reduced the force per unit area of his dick on her outer pussy. Manya was mad with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing shorts his cock would have been inside her hot kitty-cat by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the upshot on her young son. She didn't guardianship if he fucked her. She realized that he was formula after all and that delight her.

Deen however suddenly became subdued. The naked cleaning lady under him was his mother and the thought kept coming back to him again and again. He was about to burst into interjection 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 point where nothing mattered to her. Her son's withdrawal puzzled her and she remained naked and frustrated as Deen announced that he had finished. He rose off his almost naked mother's back and without letting her see his hard on, rushed out of the room.

Manya got up slowly with a combine good sense of letdown and ease on her characteristic. She was felicitous that her son was a normal kid. Her consistency was dysphoric that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her psyche accepted that non consequence with a motherly happiness. All in all she was electroneutral to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her breast. Manya didn't bother to align it. Suddenly from the corner of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his sleeping accommodation window. She could see him transfixed to the touch, his heart on her. With a start she understood the office. Her elderberry bush son loved to watch her. He was more of a voyeur. She let the towel remain down and kept her breasts exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate, sensual tilt of her hips. The towel was almost falling off her full hips by the clock time she reached her bedroom room access. Suddenly Manya turned around at the room access, giving Deen an unhindered view of her full breasts. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their base and English. They jiggled sexily at her sudden bit, making Deen's middle pop out. He had seen his mother's breasts in all kinds of hands and in different stages of mauling. But now, her scoop display was particular and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to fall off her hips. It was well below her Dubya and it required a unsubdivided tug for it to pass off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to fall off her lush coxa exposing herself in all her glory to her son. Her rich fertile bush, her sarcoid second joint, her magnificent creamy midriff, her well endowed bust, her erect teat and her horny face were all out in display for the single eye of her bed son. It was an amazing flood of lust that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the same time. She felt a deep release within herself that told her that her erotic journey was now comprehensive. Well, almost, thought the sex crazed married woman to her. Manya allowed Deen to feast on her voluptuous organic structure for one total minute of arc before walking nude into her sleeping accommodation and bath. Deen saw her nude, wax asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

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

"Could it be,"he wondered with a shock absorber."Could it be that she knew I was peeping. Did she peril herself to me deliberately realizing that I was peeping ?"The idea made him go weak in his knees. He sat down on his bed, holding his head. His dick was about to signal a outburst. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just that. His bosomy, horny Mom was doing the Saami with her swollen-headed pussy, in the privacy of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the bathroom story, her back against the wall, and two finger's breadth deep in her drenched pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her climax was prospicient and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off attack within her which were raging, different and more powerful than ever before. The flood of juices in her loins had an unmanageable haste about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she reached up and turned on the shower. The steady downpour hit her with a stroking force on her boob, hips, bush and second joint. For a full ten transactions the horny mother let her eubstance take in the chill shower before getting down to the serious business of cleaning the oil off her ripe trunk. As she soaped and cleaned her curvature, she shivered in the memory board of her son Deen's hands on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and second joint. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the force per unit area of his Thomas Young hawkshaw on them through the tenuous towel.

It took the beautiful woman another half minute to lave herself thoroughly. She walked out of the tub and into the bedroom, wiping herself in the unconscious process. The chamber door was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it remain that way, knowing that Deen would not push forward in without proclamation. Her body had never felt more like for and attended. With two sons showering their tending on it, it glowed, making her tone happier than ever before. It also made the full-bosomed female parent hornier than ever before.

Manya's loins were now in a unending dismissal modality. The succus always oozed now. Only their energy was decided by the situation. With sex fully in her mind, she decided to lie down for a while and cool off. Naked, she slid her juicy organic structure under the covers and tried to sleep. Her hand automatically rested on her pussy pitcher, the finger's breadth stroking the lips lightly.

In the other room, Deen ranted about as he neared his third ejaculation. His entire bed sheet was smeared with cum. In the course of three jerk offs, he had visualized his female parent's horny eubstance in all possible position of ravishment, use and vilification. She had screamed and cried in his imagination as prick after tool ploughed into her avid pussy and hand after script mauled her well stacked body. His final figure of speech of his female parent as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched woman, sprawled naked on the floor, her face coated with sperm and her sexy body heaving about wantonly in the final stages of climax. Even after interjection he could still palpate the remnants of the touch sensation of Manya's fleshy, heated soundbox in his palms.

The doorbell rang XV transactions later and Deen ran to open up it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul, Manya's 60 class old tailor, accompanied by his son.

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

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

Binu walked into the bedroom calling out for his Mom. He paused for a while at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the sight of his half asleep Mom. The bed plane had slipped partly down at her dresser, revealing one juicy breast fully. The other one was also exposed fully except for her tit. He could make out that his mother had one hand around her lower abdomen. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully naked ”, thought the young son.

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

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

Manya stirred at the indulgent shock. But her eyes were still closed. Binu gazed at her endearing typeface, proud of her dish. Instinctively he kissed his mother again on her optic and trailed his lips down to her cheek."Mom,"he said again in the softest of rustle. Manya opened her eyes slowly and saw Binu's eager nerve about to kiss her cheek."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him kiss her. Her hand which was around her pussy began its own slow social movement in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the face and very slowly moved his sassing down to her lips for their customary peck. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her sassing slightly to match her son's lips. Binu accepted her offering eagerly. female parent and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her glossa into Binu's mouth in a doubtful exploration. It was the commencement time that they had an exploratory kiss. Binu felt his body turn hot and Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose high-pitched to complete the kiss in puff. In the mental process, the bed sheet slipped right off her chest, baring both her big tit to her son. Binu's center popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his female parent's right breast. He had established his right to suck and caress her bosom when exposed and he utilized this opportunity. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her ripe white meat. Manya kept kissing him while getting her bosom squeezed, her hand delving into her moist kitty-cat under the covers. Even as her rousing rose, she couldn't assist marveling at the ease and skill with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the same time. He seemed an excellent smiler. The twin press were really getting to her. Her pussycat, which was already moist, began to gather in heat. She realized the need to regain some motherly sanity. She removed her wet back talk from her son's mouth and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's middle, 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 exam, indulgent squeeze.

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

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

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

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

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

Manya made some initial small-scale talk with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen years old. He was a slim lad with neat oculus and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every time her breasts heaved during the talk. She also noticed that the lad's oculus remained fixed on her huge, exposed midsection when he was not staring at her melon. Abdul then took measurements for her blouse. His son noted down while the father called out. The watching Deen saw his mother farm both her hands for Abdul to mensurate her chest of drawers. His pecker crack to attention yet again as the tapeline encircled her total white meat and jerked hard whenever Abdul's metacarpophalangeal joint pressed into Manya's cup. He also saw Abdul's bridge player graze his mother's erect nipple on two occasions.

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

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

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

The horny married woman felt the boy's hands pressing into her fleshy crushed abdominal cavity for a few second as he read out her final measuring. She gasped and that made the shaver reckon up into her face, past her full moon cleavage, his expression inches away from her stomach. Manya forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden shudder which went up her body betrayed her arousal. The Padre and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's consistency as her watching, randy son jerked off for the fourth time since the morning.

It was while they were leaving and Manya was closing the room access that Deen saw and heard Binu bound into the living country. Binu had missed the aspect where Manya was measured up at leisure and that was why he showed a bit of surprise at the even looking at 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 take her by her exposed waistline to the dining table. Deen kept observing the casual manner in which his younger brother kept caressing Manya's waist all the way to the table.

The three of them finished a sound meal. While Binu was eager to run out for his cricket his comrade and mother were horny and restless. Manya was ruttish because of the immense stimulation caused by Deen's massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt great in the company of her sons, closelipped and more secure than ever before. She was also confident that every act of theirs was out of pure love. Even the luxuria was love driven. Being a lovemaking starved woman with a sex starved body, this attention from her son made her gladiolus. It also made her extremely steamy. All the hugging and pawing by Binu stirred up her succus and left her craving for the real act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his mother was feeling horny. It showed in her body language. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her second joint forced him to visualize the itchy pussy nestled between those glorious thigh. He noticed light beads of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eyes showed a distracted look. Deen realized a stage had come where he communicated with her corporal needs very directly. He could sense 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 good fucking.

Both mother and son were prosperous. The answer to their intuitive feeling came in the figure of a claim from Prem. He called to get hold out whether they would be keen on a family line garment sale in townspeople. Binu had to go for his cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen secernate Prem that he would be going over to a friend's place to hand over some borrowed college assignments. He asked Prem to come over and take his mother to the sale, promising to get together them within an hr. She smiled to herself at the persuasion of being solely with Prem for at least an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the house with his brother. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's rice beer. It made him happy. The appointed time was six in the evening and he had an hour and a half to turn over. The brothers left in different directions.

Deen headed towards the mart and went straight to his favorite bookseller's shop. It was his favorite hunting spot for his tackiness solicitation. lit, pictures, and cassettes - the seat had it all and the owner was a favorable, portly halfway aged man. Deen walked into the store which was full phase of the moon of racks of Book and magazines. The cassettes were all lined up against the bulwark. But Deen began looking into the playscript racks. There were four of them and a passage separated each one from the early. A soul on this side of the rack could not see the one on the other incline. While Deen started looking into the incest collection, he suddenly heard a indulgent discourse from the other side and stiffened when he heard the name ‘ Manya ’. He strained his spike to catch the voices and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a quickening heartbeat, Deen heard on.

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

"Yup, decently towards her private parts. I had to hold it back. He must take loved the olfaction from her pussy after all you did to her ”, replied Sam.

"My Dad and me, both ”, stated Salman as the overhearing Deen turned to a statue in unbelief 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 gallons ”.

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

"You did that ?"enquire Salman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"goodness idea, but I suspect the dog may not break off with simply licking her,"replied Sam.

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

"Yes it will…,"replied Sam."Any dog will get laid her scent. And Manya will make it. I know for certain she'll love it too. She's crazy for prick in any form ”.

"Fuck, god dam trollop ”, hissed Salman."This public lecture is making me horny Sam."

"You bet. And Sana told me that your Alsatian gave aunty Manya a recollective and thoroughgoing licking all over her face and belly ”.

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

The amazed Deen heard his two friends rush out of the store. Their talk and the revelations about his Mom's doggie adventure shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme hotness and emit degeneracy injected a sweet wafture of voyeuristic thrill in him. Their talk of performing a trio with his mother with the possibility of the dog joining in took his imaginativeness to the gamy conceivable level. In a way he knew such a thing had to be around the corner. 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 park early that break of the day. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

"If necessary, i'll offer to take up her for a first light walk tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would make believe its advances,"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 business firm was totally in line with Deen's expectations. The moment the horny Manya opened the door to let Prem in ; the youngster immediately understood her state. There was no Bible exchanged for the next XV arcminute. They rushed into the cheeseparing room which was Deen's bedroom and the two hot bodies entwined and mated with animal hunger and energy. Manya moaned without a shift as the youngster's hands mauled her hips, bosom, stomach and thighs with a continuity that raised her heated consistency to sensational layer of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each early like perfect tense torso mates. Manya lifted her farsighted leg and wrapped them around Prem's pelvic girdle as he pumped hotly in and out of her boiling, two-timing kitty-cat. 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 curvature. The beautiful female parent was turning into demon that could die for cock. Prem rammed his gumshoe into her greedy cunt and Manya's clasping cunt musculus propelled him into initiating penetrating violent thrusts which made the voluptuous housewife's body shake. Her knocker shook like two beautiful ripe Mangifera indica on a branch. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking delight. His cock made squishy sounds as it pumped the the pits out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping cunt. The accumulated horniness of the sex starved wife found violent verbalism as her rosehip rose in calendar method to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his spine and urged him,"Fuck me Prem. Fuck me hard and deep. Aaaaaaaahh…."her spokesperson trailed as Prem proceeded to fall in her kitty-cat an absolute fucking. Manya gasped with each strong virgule and moaned with each broad credit crunch of her tits. Her eubstance had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her younger lover sweated profusely and the sweat flew from Prem's hair to spray her human face. Manya's face assumed wring expressions of surcharged lust. She was being balled by her favorite lover and she gave herself in completely to his unattackable hands and stronger dick. Her inside were being ravaged with savage consistency. The walls of her pussy were being stretched and her kitty felt like it was being pounded into pulp magazine by Prem's cannon like thrusts. She was gradually reaching yet another thinker blowing cock induced orgasm. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her breasts getting crushed against his pectus, while her tooth dug into his neck. Prem held his champion's horny mother by her sizable hip joint as she clung to him and rammed his final exam stab before spurting out hotly into her sensory cunt. Their mutual orgasm lasted a wide two minutes. Manya's fertile slit was flooded with innumerable spirt of her young lover's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to release him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like love life tunnel.

Manya loved the feeling and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her point and kissed him on the rim, long and bass. She used her entire back talk on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful female parent's sass. Their sass and tongues remained locked for a full five minutes, during which time they slurped and slurped on each other's juice. Occasional gasps and murmurs escaped the backtalk of the full-blooded lady of the house as she succeeded in keeping her young lover's pecker firmly lodged in her freshly fucked kitty. Taking her backtalk slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's eyes. Prem, on his component part, looked deeply into Manya's heart. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The impatience on her face had vanished and was replaced by a lovely glow in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her eyes. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full moon of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that position for another five minutes. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual binge was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his sleeping room window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a violent, jerking, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his mother and best ally remained entwined. His mother's thigh were spread and still wrapped around Prem's hips. Their abdomens were touching fully and his pectus was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty tits. Manya's invertebrate foot pressed into Prem's naked stern. Their faces were a trivial apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful face around her impudence, ear and nose, occasionally tracing melodic line around her eye. Manya's gist was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again. She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly breast fully crush her fully chest. She felt very close to him. He seemed to love and manage 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 worthy. 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 head, as it rested on her pleasant-tasting cleavage.

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

The act made Manya's organic structure call forth warmly. His pecker was still buried in her surcharge puss, at about three twenty-five percent of its fully duration. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband's organ. Readjusting her pelvic arch to stick him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a little worried about Deen."She of row did not know that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with rapt tending now that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his ears and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best friend while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

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

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

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

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

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

"It's a touch sensation that I get of lately. He doesn't show the urges of boys his age ”.

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

"I would do it 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 power, I'm sorry. mother's eye misses nothing,"smiled Prem, slipping his rightfield mitt down to twinge 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 friends. Even Binu is more physical, like a boy with growing internal secretion. Deen is loving and caring, like you are, but he's not passionate in that raw, strong-arm 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 instant Prem, I'm quite serious about Deen ”, urged the horny housewife, her voice trying to stifle the pant that escaped when Prem bit her nipple.

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

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

"Energy Department he masturbate like all levelheaded boy and discus daughter,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes."You are his best booster, tell me ”.

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

"Now isn't that odd or maybe queer ”, suggested Manya with a worry 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 girls when you are in the household, aunt Manya ”.

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

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

Manya felt a stirring between her wet thighs at this command. The spring in her loin was being triggered.

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

"Oh come on auntie Manya, if I was in his blank space, even I wouldn't look at another lady friend. I would never give birth been capable to get enough of you ”, said Prem, watching Manya blush again.

"Really,"teased Manya."And beg what you would stimulate done my dear. Jerked off peeping on me in the bathtub ?"

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

His words sent a undulation of thrill into the woman of the house's torso. She felt her cunt walls try to clasp at his rig tumid tool wedged inside her. She felt wild.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Outside the window, Deen felt like his balls were going to explode. This had crossed his wildest imagery. It was the uncivilised convergence of the mutual horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving expression to it in the starkest, most erotic manner possible. She was fucking his best friend as a surrogate. His mother was crossing the last frontier towards incest. But the cracking thing about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the voyeur loved it all the more. More than fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his mother public lecture about fucking him. It was wilder than the actual matter, at least for him. Rubbing his bursting tool, he listened on as he heard Prem response in his voice.

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

"Only"?

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

Manya could now feel Prem's hammer prodding at the bulwark of her twat in mini push. Her twat oozed juices and they streamed right out onto her inner thighs. This was the risky spell of lubrication in her sex sprightliness. She felt her head word work heavy and her eyes were glazed all over with lustfulness. She drew Prem into her even closer, her thighs gripping him hotly. She could now almost see Deen's boldness in Prem.

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

"Will you fuck me next time you massage me ”, she sobbed. Deen's read/write head spun as he heard her. Prem was surprised too at the find, 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 unspoilt protagonist'mother, making sure that the tip of his dick caressed her pinko pussy rampart teasingly.

"Aaaaahh, mmmmmmm, Deen ”, wailed Manya."volition 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 find 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 discharged fluids. The turned on woman of the house was quivering and moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his pectus into her full, sweaty breasts. Manya felt hot and she was trembling with extreme point desire.

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

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the hammer hungry mother, delirious with lust. Her pussy, thighs and hip responded with wake up incestuous vigor. She heaved her hips upwards to met every pistoning stab of the Brigham Young stud. She opened and closed the clasp of her fleshy second joint against his hips in a wanton video display of extreme arousal.

"nookie me Deen, fuck me operose love. Fuck me like you always wanted.

Deen's head was reeling and his sum was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to start with. He saw an robustious man, dark and potent, manhandle his beautiful mother, pump into her pussy roughly, mash her heavy body all over and finally cast 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 theatre made his center measure faster with the actualization that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. big still, she simply loved getting fucked like a squawk. While on all fours, with the grocer's heavy shaft pistoning in and out of her turned on twat, she hardly looked the make love Mom who cared for him and his trivial blood brother. Nor did she look like the mystic ribbing that coaxed and cajoled his prick into ultra toilsome erecting with her revealing trend of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every inch a horny slut who craved cheap and adulterous sex and loved only those things that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his shock turned to awe, his contempt turned to interpret and his jealousy turned to thirst. His young brainiac related her behavior to the inability and pollute deportment of his sot father, who even Deen felt, didn't merit a ripe and luscious beauty like his Mom in his sprightliness. The tidy sum of her shameless XTC while getting fucked royally by a stranger only served to do him realize the full potential of his beautiful mother's sexuality and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His centre reached out compassionately towards his female parent with a soft recession. So did his cock - with a laborious on.

Suddenly in one Dean Swift question, he clutched his burgeoning cock and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in lupus erythematosus than 20 strokes - so powerful was his surge of rage for his sexy Mom. Even after ejaculation his putz merely registered a intermission but not a droop. He quickly resumed his tool pumping and this time the range of a function of the grocer balling his prick hungry mother were more vivid and telling. With equal intensity he spewed his sperm all around him in the bathroom, 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 glow and quenched. He loved to see her getting fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the living room. He was in clip to see his well fucked Mom trudge slowly into the bedroom with just her thin blouse on, holding her sheer saree in one mitt. Her asscheeks shook and swayed as she walked, making his mouthpiece water."Now those full cheeks could do with some bumpy intervention ”, he empathized. He also wondered how his Mom would call for to a sound spanking by his Dad in typeface he found out that his beautiful, suitable wife was indeed a sex crazed vixen.

Deen moved slowly out of the privy and headed for his mother's bedroom. He stopped at the door and soundlessly peeped into the way. Manya had merely spread the transparent blue saree all over her full body and was lying on her back. Her hand rested just below her abdomen and was occasionally caressing her pussy. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring sound. Her nipples poked right out of her still sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the break of the day's events. She was pleasured no doubt 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 easy lay, and her natural action proved it. She thanked her stars that her son Deen was out of sight."Deen ”, she said loudly.

"Oh yes ”, he must cause finished his bath, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her sari around her well ravished contour for about the fourth prison term of the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiety and waited until she had almost finished wearing her sari and just when she was tying the knot in front of her shapely midsection, six in below her tantalizing navel, he walked into the elbow room, calling out her name. Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued wearing her sari and completed tucking in the knot and adjusted the social movement of her saree. The top of her saree was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy shoulder. Her teat still peeked through the transparent blouse and sari, but that didn't matter. Her present exposure was piece of routine as far as her son was concerned and she was quite sure that it didn't pain in the ass Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush body with a new sense of estimate. He now saw her as a fleshy object too, that at times could take off into uncontrollable and wildly aroused doings. His oculus never left her generous pelvic arch. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's eyes and saw some relief and contentment. Strangely that looks in her eyes turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing look a remarkably arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's side. It was the look of a freshly fucked woman. A freshly fucked female parent of two young and horny sons.

Manya had no prison term to wash herself and while sitting across the table with Deen, she wondered how her Danton True Young son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his female parent 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 bearing, like a admittedly kick. Both Mom and son had sex on their minds when the buzzer rang. It was Binu, her younger son. Manya rose to open the door and once again Deen got the prize view of her ass, rolling along with his mother's stair, with each cheek rubbing sexily against the other, with the entirely apparent movement clearly discernible through the semifinal transparent saree. Binu gave his saucily fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the threshold. He smothered her still sweaty torso with his arms and reached out to get his customary smell of her juicy bellybutton. He was a bit surprised at its moistness. Even her typeface smelt different when he kissed her cheek. The fragrance was not just different. It was more shake. And his shaft endorsed his idea by pressing heavily into his gorgeous Mom's soft and wide belly. That made Manya stiffen a bit but then she had seen his erections before and allowed it as persona of growing up. What worried her was that Deen showed a mindset different from Binu. He was reticent, soft and closed. He was not physical like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his intellectual nourishment right away and gulped it down in less than five minutes. All three rose after luncheon to recede for a light good afternoon nap. Deen slept in his way, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's swaying ass into her room and onto her bed. This was quite normal for the two. She settled her scantily clad ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders but Manya didn't bother to adjust it since she was going to lie down. Her mammilla came into clear view of Binu's center and even this was an casual matter. 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 unusual electricity catamenia between them. He reached out as common towards his Mom's fleshy, wide belly and stroked the material body lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her lush ass was pressed hard against his crotch. He was wearing just his boxershorts without any underwear and this was zip new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his begetter was away and right through the night, he would thrust her all over, especially her rose hip, asscheeks and belly. His darling stain however, was her thick belly button. Manya allowed him to play around, with the confidence that it was simply a childlike fascination which he would soon get the best. encounter around he did, but quite energetically. He would industrial plant a serial of wet kisses all around her belly, concentrating on the country around her navel. He would nibble, lick and bollocks up into that juicy omphalos, showering all his warmness into its enticing depth. He did that all the time, at least twice a day and more if the spot permitted. He would go along his amorous act until he heard his Mom's long and wake up groan. She would not shake him off but it was a indicate to him that her consistency couldn't take it any more.

As a charwoman starved of fondling, Manya actually enjoyed all this physical video display of harmless affection from her younger son. There were a few occasions when she was not sure about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly compliment her ass, especially when she was dressed in a sari without a petticoat. He would swat and rub down it quite freely and even take a leak her squeal with his surprisal advance on her alcoholic rear. Gradually she grew to like it, even appear forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her signified of being wanted and enhanced her sex appeal horizontal surface. At times she suspected him of having definite sexual overtones in his activity. Those were the instant when he would run his digit up and down her asscrack, founder her a big hug from bum and a farsighted buss on her lour cheek, dangerously close to her full lips. She would feel an wink dampening in her lumbus but recover quickly enough to force out it off as jejune behavior.

She did at meter hope that Binu would not be so insolent and strong-arm with her. After all he was just twelve geezerhood old. And he did not manage that his actions were being observed rather curiously by his senior chum Deen. That afternoon, Deen realized that his voluptuous mother had gone to rest without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex sessions with the grocer. Her body must be certainly reeking of the combined consistency fluids of the dark grocer and his fair mother. He also realized with a pounding center that her common pussy must be still nestling a good amount of his copious sacking. He marveled at her doings and attitude and was wondering how lucky Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right hand after her torrid school term. picayune did he fuck that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to wassail in her illicit pleasance for as long as she could, deriving the furthermost satisfaction from life's little adventures.

Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to visit one of his classmate and he looked into his Mom's sleeping room to inform her. This metre he stood still in amazement. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her hips with his correctly leg thrown across them. Her saree rode right above her second joint, displaying their ample well curved shape and the garment stopped just a couple of inches below her cunt lips. He couldn't see the backtalk but Binu's sleeping form fully embraced his female parent, with his tool thrusting through his short just at the top of her ample, exposed thighs. Manya's belly and omphalus were fully denude and surface. The saree around her waistline had dipped to extra low levels in the course of her rest. There was just a 4 column inch cover of sheer garment above her pussy. Every other inch of her delectably fleshy midriff lay open like a well laid out feast. Binu's head was buried in her to the full bosom, his poke digging right into her creamy cleavage. Both were asleep and the pose, supposedly a mother son sleeping posture, looked anything but non sexual. Incredibly it was absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu's insistent hugging and navel snuggling, Manya was never subjected to any sexual violation. At to the lowest degree not from Binu. But looking at them lying in close marriage, Deen felt that familiar tug in his jetty. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their ostensible peace and calm. His horny Mom, after her impassioned fuck had shifted power train and was lying semi nude painting in her 12 year old son's sleepy embracing with his question nuzzling her melon like boob, his dick pressed against her crotch and with his leg drawing her wax hips into himself in a possessive appreciation. The sight was beautiful, strangely erotic and spoke of the absolutely forcible distribution channel of communication which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to touch their bliss, he left the room and star sign and walked across to his schoolfellow Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her alky body. She looked down to see her little son Binu's head cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She ruffled his whisker and looked further below to see his pie-eyed leg embrace around her full hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive case clutch bag of her younger son on her almost nude person consistence, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn't display this level of forcible proximity. Slowly she moved Binu's leg away and tried to rise. She felt Binu's arms encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up. She found him very cute, even though his hands encircled her small abdominal cavity, just a few in above her President George W. Bush. She looked down to acknowledge that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her George H.W. Bush with her integral body above and below fully exposed. A boot shot through her full-blooded body as the naughty, exhibitionistic incline of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's dozy suitcase, she moved out of the bed into the bathroom. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of release all over her consistence. She reached out for the hired man shower to launder her inside after peeing, but suddenly for some reason, she placed the hand shower bath back and allowed herself to remain plebeian, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remnants of her mind blowing two know episode belated that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to chaffer his supporter Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to flirt his daily evening cricket. She hoped Deen would develop an interest group in sport like Prem and build his material body too. Manya wished her son were also supple, strong and well built like Prem. Binu had possible but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making coffee the horny lady of the house smacked her mouth and looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and her hair's-breadth quite disheveled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the sari developed wrinkles, giving those boldness a well fondled extinct appearance. Manya's ass ball twitched at the much thought. The grocer's caressing had been animal and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but insistent squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting zippo in return, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's distaff friends openly admired her ass and even made their green-eyed monster obvious. They said it was supernumerary entire, jiggly and could drive a saint to intimate lunacy with their senior high school rise bounce. She tended to agree with them. Her buttocks did flare out disproportionately from her rather ample pelvic arch and what made the ass more prominent was her farseeing and flawless waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unique endowment. Her waist and ass fed off each other's halo. Manya felt rather proud of her rear asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the onlooker's eye through her belly and hip. And she did that with a retribution. She was a fine patch of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Midway through her coffee tree making she heard the doorbell ring again. Feeling no manifest threat to her under dressed coming into court since married man was due only after one-half past six, she shifted her sonsy body across to answer the threshold, with her will hand again fingering her pussy mound up to the net second. On opening the door she saw her cousin Dan's huge kind with the arrogant face. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one time supposed to marry Dan but considered him too crude and arrogant. The lordliness came from his wealth but he did not grow class along with his wealth. Now age later, with her new found enchantment for crudity, the like Dan began to calculate quite appealing and worthy. Dan's middle swept over her sexily attired variety and rested right field between her thighs. His eyes practically bore into that fleshy join, lapping up the exotic sight of her dark bush and the arousing ‘ V'which formed itself whenever Manya kept them together. He simply lusted after his cousin Manya and made no arcanum of his craving. Overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his onward motion and began to give in - discretely to get down with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a gestate hug, his massive arms enveloping her body fully. She could sense her big titty getting crushed against his broad chest and her excited body started giving in. Suddenly she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for her, Dan had the sense to withdraw, but even he could experience a difference of opinion in her physical structure olfactory perception. Not only was Manya's body riper since his last sojourn, but she felt and smelled unlike. But he liked the conflict. Within ten minutes Binu entered the elbow room in his cricket paraphernalia and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visits were always surprise visit and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive giving and goodies. After coffee, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The moment the doorway clicked shut, Manya felt a strong distich of mitt dragging her backwards in a half mauling and half grabbing handle. It was a familiar spirit grip and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six month gap, his pent up luxuria for his sexy cousin fit out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her pelvic arch. It lay in a hatful on the floor and Dan stared at the ripe and sexy body of his lovely cousin. Her monumental arse, her generous pelvis and the overall build feast which seemed to be aching for his heated up touch proved too much for him and he simply hurried her into the sleeping accommodation and made her lie on her back, right on her marital bed. Manya's thighs spread in automatic rifle reception and she reached out to transfer Dan's pant. They were down in a jiffy and Dan wasted no time in placing his unbending 8 column inch dick at the entry of his full cousin's hot cunt. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delightful entry. The poking began in a steady momentum, with their missionary trend carnal knowledge enabling Dan to stare at Manya's lust aroused, beautiful face. He simply adored his sexy cousin and hated it when she married her WIMP of a hubby. That weak, pot bellied sot was a gross mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The thought made his already blood engorged dick throb in further foreplay and he thrust deeper into her ever willing cunt, reaching profundity that were not reached in a longsighted, farsighted fourth dimension. There was no talk of the town between the two. Their bodies met and their eyes also met in the course of this searing pairing. Her face shifted to different levels of lust in melodic line with his steadily pistoning tool, while his face got Wilder and wilder, as if a cage Panthera tigris had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated body to mellow stages of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding prick rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet twat in extended jet of manly source. Like he always did, he mashed her chest in frenzy during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an explosive climax with the dual triggers ignited. Gasping and feeling her cunt spasm involuntarily, she let herself unbend, sighing contentedly. The brawniness of her snatch still exerted receding atmospheric pressure on his slowly deflating dick until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving long and deep buss all over her sweat covered face. Manya suddenly felt a shudder as his mitt came off her bureau, releasing his vice like grip on her still heaving boob. This was the way they always acted on commencement sight whenever he came abode. No words were spoken. It was simple, plain pumping and words would follow later. And clever Dan, he always chose the time when Desh was out of the house to make his entry. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the Night and also having a drink with Desh.

With the flurry of the first ass with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously sinful delectation all over her body. It was the thirdly time she got bonk that day and what she loved most was that all succus were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a beauty enriching glow on an otherwise equanimity and passably fount. Not bothering to put on her saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to make some Sir Thomas More coffee for them. As she waited for the deep brown to warm up, her hired man again drifted towards her just fucked snatch. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the succus mixture in her cunt to spread all over her soft fingers. She loved the feel of her pussy when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the sole time she tried to make Desh eat her pussy by spreading honey all over her nether region and dragging his head into her crotch. Quite to her surprise and alarm, Desh had recoiled and snarled at her, calling her a pervert. She didn't try it again, not with her husband at least.

As she was pouring the coffee berry into two cupful, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude. She gave him a mischievous grin when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's eyes once again focused straight on her bald-faced bottom and this time sure philia overcame him as he reached down to softly rub down and cup it.

"Mmmmmm ”, moaned Manya, feeling a light ignite her scrumptious dead body once again.

He kneaded her glorious, fleshy backside for nearly a minute, kissing her earlobes while doing so. Manya loved being held from behind. Her wholly body responded to rear caresses and rear enterprise almost naturally. Maybe that was one reason why she found it difficult to ward off Binu's uninterrupted assaults on her ass. That was one geographical zone she had no control over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's cock slowly press against her naked asscheeks. A throb began all over her body, which gained in intensity level when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen board. His now erect shaft was probing her full and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a rabbit would look for its trap. Manya was wet in no time again. It was her pussy drip that drew his laborious again cock towards it like a figure magnet. Suddenly cock met puss and the humping began. Dan's deal now fully cupped a hang Manya's breasts while his steely dick carried off from where it left her ruttish twat a little while ago. His organ stroked bass and deeper into the horny mother's puss, making her head saltation off the table with each apoplexy. The penetration was much rich due to the bent carriage and the thrusts were longer due to the initiative spate of lust having already been extinguished during their first fuck. It was a long, dim and more luscious mating, but absolutely physical in nature. It was the pairing of two bodies that were tradition designed for fucking each former. His six foot broad frame mounting her five foot seven inches of adulterous voluptuousness. The fornication added to the heat of their passion and the heat of their relation made the kitchen table waggle vigorously. Sounds of their flashy fucking mingled with the sounds of wood trembling.

It was initially the audio of Sir Henry Wood that made Deen chuck out the independent door and walk around the planetary house to the kitchen to see if there was any trouble. As he approached, he could also hear the loud grunt of a man and the continuous moan of a woman. He could discern the moan of his horny mom but was concerned about the male grunts. It was certainly not his father's and that too at this time of the day. If his Father of the Church fucked his mom during late good afternoon even once a month, then she would not have to appear at alternative hammer in life, he reasoned. Having eliminated that choice, he peered through the kitchen windowpane and was greeted by the most arousing muckle of his life.

His butt naked female parent was bent grass over the kitchen board with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick cock in and out of her soggy snatch like a machine. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every hard stroke Dan gave into her lewdly presented puss. Bent like a squawk, she was taking it from behind and screaming her lusty approval every time a thrusting found its butt. The phone were squishy with intermittent smack reverberating through the kitchen each time Dan's balls slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood transfixed again with his hand taking its inevitable road to his turncock bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his genital organ, pulling out his throbbing member. With every cam stroke of Dan into Manya's wetly receptive pussy, her son stroked his pecker, matching Dan shot for slash. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his mother's lust. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's glazed face, marveling at the sexual energy it carried.

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

Dan and Deen came together, the one-time into the unprovoked pussy of Deen's mother and the latter into thin 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 mass he had been informant to, trying to absorb the day's consequence. Two different hombre had fucked his beautiful, sexy mother and both metre she took it like a gripe, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to cave in the adulterous couple five second before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A 1 day, Deen had witnessed the give tongue to depravation of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's events, the more haunt he became with his mother's gender, but more in a voyeuristical way. The blood surged in his dick at the mentation of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The quite a little of her pink, throbbing snatch getting a throb in the most degrading military posture filled his mind with the thoroughgoing emotions of empathy for a housewife in motive. He began to relate to her more and more and even thought that he may care to facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her knowledge so that he could look out and revel in the absolutely awesome manner in which she received hard cock.

With these thoughts floating in his mind, he rang the doorbell. Manya opened the door herself and gave him a remarkably fresh grinning. His optic took in her lusty strain which looked even more voluptuous than ever before. Her font was brighter than when he left her and her manner of walking was a lot lazier and provocative. Her dull steps imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to her wide and fleshy hip, which were rather inadequately covered again by the same sheer blue saree, which had the prerogative of hugging her full, well fucked body through different stages of her lawlessly extra sexual day today. He could sustain bid a million dollars to possess that saree after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the aroma of that sexy saree for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's fetish and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realize that her adultery had won her an immediate sympathizer and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued phase Deen kept caressing his shaft until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the living room couch to greet his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the bedroom and followed her with his oculus until that splendiferous ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few min later and two yoke of eyes went straightaway towards her hips. Deen saw that she had put on her Edward White half-slip under the low saree and immediately understood that it was time for his Dad to arrive. The saree however was still well below her copious navel and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally have a bath and cleanse herself of the mark of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in less than XXX minutes and acknowledged Dan's presence with a cursory hello. In a near demure way, Manya served bite and java for all. Only Deen could sense her inner wickedness and he loved her for feeling that way. That naughtiness was going to be the source of his erotic living.

In to a lesser extent than an hr Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottle of scotch brought by Dan. Desh drank at double the pace of Dan and Dan made no try to match the alcoholic Desh. Instead his spirit always traveled towards Manya's ass and breasts whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his way to canvass but kept peeping into the living room where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the mo. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to limit his drinks and Dan nodded, winking at the same metre. His brother Binu also entered the house and a quick dinner party followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not postulate to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All intimate exchanges were conducted with totality consensus and understanding and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to log Z's. Though rummy, Desh hugged his wife and asked her to come to the bedchamber, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An hour later, he heard a rustle and peered from one corner of his bed plane towards where his parents sleep, ensuring that he did not actuate. Desh was in a ruttish mood and he had already stripped the dress off his sexy wife. Manya's bonny and throbbing body glistened in the partial dark as her boozy married man began pawing her breasts roughly with both his hands, after positioning himself above her lying frame. Manya surrendered with some point of arithmetic mean. Deen could take a leak out his mother's naked glorification in the semitrailer darkness and oceanic abyss suction phone of his Dad suckling his female parent's full chest like a child could also be heard. Manya's groan were more out of discomfort than arousal and Deen could take a shit 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 deceased and Manya of course was totally unconcerned either way. In less than a minute after some hurried foreplay, Desh mounted his raw married woman with his son peering in curiosity just a few base away from them. Deen couldn't make out the dimensions of his father's prick, but he saw him try out some forceful movements which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his oversexed Mom had just begun to groan in arousal. It was all over in a moment. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife quivering in frustrated nakedness. Manya continued to lie naked on her back, hand buried late into her dripping snatch and she may have thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not have been more alert and alive to the needs of his beautiful female parent. However he had to simply continue watching and stroking his tool while his female parent 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 events. She strode right out of the room in slow deliberate pace, stark naked and without a guardianship in the world. Her large-minded hips and fleshy buttocks were silhouetted erotically in the duplicate dim ignitor while her defenseless breasts shone in splendor every prison term some reflected easy from the open window bounced off them. She was a beauty in suffering and she happened to be his own female parent. The beauty was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her hubby's limp pecker could only deal to stoke her hunger fires. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her lush, naked frame of reference disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy first cousin to arrive. An hour later, Manya stumbled into the chamber and Deen watched his well fucked mom slip naked right under the bed tabloid. What a day it had been for the turned on housewife. And she slept with her bridge player still caressing her kitty mound and remained in that naked, curling strength until she awoke.

Manya awoke number 1 next morning and started it as common with her dayspring flashgun for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the main doorway dressed just in the Saami blue transparent saree without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five year old stud milkman was caught unawares by this wanton video display. Her naked boobs showed clearly in all their glory and her ass was better than fully naked. It was just a flimsy, sheer piece of textile pretending to handle her voluptuary physical structure and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minute. She gathered the milk and turned around to reveal the awesome glory of her to the full ass to the existence of one entire bit. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to begin coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that single saree on her well ravished soundbox. Dan had fucked his horny cousin in every conceivable posture the premature Nox and together they came at least five clock time. It would have been a day of marathon fucking for any other cleaning woman, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit grave in the hip as if some surplus lust still lingered in that well stacked trunk. She suddenly heard a cushy rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's Lester Willis Young and cheerful face. He had a packet of Milk in his men and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorsill. Surprised that he chose the backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached out to take the mailboat. 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 stud tried to restrain the falling lady and he held out both his laurel wreath, in the process ending up with both her to the full, almost raw chest in his paw. Manya felt bolts of electricity shoot through her nipples as he straightened her. His hands were still on her panting boobs and he made no movement to remove them. Manya too did not say a word but stood still, allowing the moment to convey over. There she stood, naked for all use, a horny housewife early in the dawning, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's manpower began to rub down and twinge slowly, bringing lifespan into those hillock and undulation of pleasure into Manya's lustfulness triggered physical structure. The saree was fighting a mislay battle and slowly fell right off her articulatio humeri, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an inch above her Dubyuh, which was clearly visible through the perfidious blue saree. Manya stood still as the juvenility kept one manus in caressing question on her left field chest while he ran the correctly one all over her shank, hips, and belly and poked into her navel. His strong fingers reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding his head in her hands and bringing it down for a hot, longsighted and knife tying kiss. His vernal Passion of Christ and the maleficence of the early dayspring duck soup on her glowing skin may take in forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The young milkman understood the Lady's state and without any encourage delay, he placed the aroused, almost nude person lady of the house on the doorstep of her kitchen with her read/write head inside, leaving her fleshy, glorious and wriggly ass exterior. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her knees kneeling outside the doorway. The stud placed himself right behind her succulent ass and gave some readying squeezing to those quivering earth o creamy physique. Manya gasped as the position brought about the hibernating lustfulness in her like no other posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like a bitch in rut and almost mewled in arousal as his strong, young pecker began examining its ingress route into that seething cunt. A sudden knife thrust ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its fastness and vigor. Then thrust after poke followed at lightning speed, almost akin to a dog mating its kick in the meridian of the coupling season. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her rose hip and his hands reached out to maul her swinging boobs with the vigor of an athlete. It was the kind of boob mauling she craved for. It was the form of fucking she loved most. She was ready to surrender her someone for this lineament of fucking. Her wedge stifling of her screams repulse his passion to further heights as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a licentious thrill to both and More so in Manya's pillow slip. She continued to delight the furiously paced ramming this macho-man was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his clasp and her boobs felt like they would get lacerated apart from her juicy consistence. But cryptic within, her loins, purulent bud and wall screamed in pleasure at this special hammering in the special place, right on the doorstep.

Her audio were only too familiar spirit to her son Deen. Being an early riser pipe 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 in decided to fill her long postponed tub. Seeing even the bathroom empty, he followed the sounds that he began to take heed and walk right into the kitchen. The animalistic fucking of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise him, but the doggie style adopted yet again and the bitch like dead body lyric of his fountainhead stacked Mom during her licentious affaire stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising lust from behind the refrigerator as his endearing female parent gave herself to this unknown like a wanton bitch in the wee hour of the forenoon. The stud shot his lode, Manya screamed her way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own moan as he shot a huge load of spermatozoan onto the refrigerator face. He saw the milkman put his dick away even as his fountainhead fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare level outdoors, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen story. The threshold supported her aphrodisiac waist as she lay spread-eagled, breathing heavily from the travail. Her fount wore a smile of expiation and prevarication in hat pose, with the flimsy saree still bunched up around her pelvic girdle, she looked a true adulteress. Deen found this slut look in his mother as being ethereal and closer to nature and truth.

He left the kitchen in a hurry when he saw her attempting to get up. He rushed into the john, knowing that he might be denying his semen filled mother a chance at the loo. He brought his cock out again and pumped its severeness, recollecting the morning's depravity. He kept jerking off, the prototype of his female parent's near nude shape lying on the kitchen verge, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.

Mother Manya on the other helping hand rose and steadied herself by holding the door. She kept the saree bunched around her hips with her depart hand holding the garment around her genitals area. She looked a ravishing sight as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big human body of Dan.

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

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

Manya simply allowed Dan to carry on leading her till they reached the dining tabular array. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her wax ass and laid her, back down on the table. Manya let him repose her mind and back while he had her thigh and legs stretched out of the table. He drew her shapely thighs around his hips and tugged her saree away, divesting himself of his body in the process. Manya was nude sculpture and outstretched now, her luscious ass resting on the boundary of the dining tabular array, with her full cousin's hawkshaw already testing her pussy entryway. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the pelvic girdle, and continued to persist mute as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his cervix. This brought their consistence so close to each other that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this place ?"

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

"Just get laid me now darling cousin-german. We'll talk later,"whispered the ever lusty housewife.

In that cozy position, the two of them had a long, leisurely fuck, driven by some confidence that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious space. They fucked and fucked, for ten farsighted minutes with his hands squeezing and un squeezing her charged up hip and his medal occasionally rising to cup and knead her vibration breasts. They looked outstanding together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual wafture, beads of lather decorating both their faces. The brute bent to kiss his beauty for one last meter that day. The beauty accepted his post ravishment kiss with smiling amorousness. Five hour later she detached herself from his clasp, letting her legs fall down but still broadcast them lewdly on the tabular array. Dan bent and placed a long, lingering kiss, right on her slit, making her pant and moan all over again.

He left her in that bare, well ravished province on her dining table.

Chapter 7

Manya's morning had got off to a rousing beginning with two superlative binge of sex. One was intemperate and firm with a unseasoned stud, while the other was a gradual, mutually seeking love making academic term with her cousin. The goody of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zone, which was her articulatio coxae and ass software package. The full sight of flesh was damp from effort and ejaculate. Her privates and interior thighs were completely unenviable and an goo way had formed right down to her knee. Her pussy had been pulverized since the premature morning by four different men and she was feeling fully down there as if it were a depositary of sperm, of the dry, semi dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all sort. The voluptuous mother of two sons felt deliciously juicy all over and her dead body ached more out of gratifying impulses rather than any fatigue. Two explosive ass in half an hour between quarter to six and quarter past tense six in the morning was a aspiration for any thirty six yr old woman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply hornlike as Manya.

She heard no audible audio of movement in the theatre former than Dan in his bathroom and he would leave any arcminute now for his flight. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her slit, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load up after freight of come deposit. She began to like this stickiness because it made her finger very sexy and did not take into account her to hire her psyche off sex. Of later she hated to think of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must clean up for the new day. Lying naked on her dining table with a somewhat satisfied incandescence all over her body, she kept smiling to herself with her deal around her pussy pitcher, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to suffer it the most. Her renowned bluing sari was lying on a death chair next to the table and her optic fell on it. That brought her out of her oneirism and suddenly the total lewdness of her present state struck her. Rising, but still retaining her powerful hired hand on her pussy hummock, she picked up her saree and threw as very much of it around her as possible without any wearing formula, almost like she was throwing a bed mainsheet around herself. But this being a lot more vapourous than a bed sheet, her good and glowing body still stood magnificently revealed. Her well molded and well caressed breasts jiggled with every sexy whole step she took towards her chamber. Her walk of life was sheer erotic poetry in apparent movement and befitted the light touch of a master key artist. Her dead body was more or less covered but the careless way in which she draped the saree left her intact creamy back spread right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitant or witness at that time. Two of the visitor had already fucked her half way to heaven. But she was untimely about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth dork off in the commode and came out of the toilet and prepared to go to his elbow room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't infliction to commove his snoring father. He looked at him and felt almost sorry for him. He felt sorry for his mother too, but there was a conceptual shift in his view in each case. He tiptoed out of the room rather casually but stooped dead in his tracks just one stair out of the door. What he saw in the living room shocked the senses out of him. His adorable Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman ahead of time that first light was bidding farewell to her cousin-german and his uncle. It was the method acting of word of farewell that was unequaled for his adolescent eye. They were both at the main door and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping her expression fully and lavishing her impertinence and heart with long wet candy kiss. Manya kept purring and returning his kisses with her very own juicy one. Hiding behind the pall, Deen peeped at the licentious match with a pounding heart. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most ludicrous way, concealing her in parts and revealing her in other parts. From his angle, he could make out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's hands crept up his mother's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a nearly romanticistic way. Her human face was still on his face in a luxurious, long tongue exploration, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's prick to yet another res publica of absolute hardness. Something similar must have got happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her articulatio genus, the action mechanism causing her saree to light right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in front end of Dan at their main door, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mumble something as his horny mother quickly brought out his cock and gulped it with a greedy moan. For the adjacent few minutes Dan only kept stroking his bursting cock as he watched his mother's head bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's prick. Her movements gathered speed and his stroking followed suit. Deen suddenly looked back in alarm at his sleeping father when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the extracurricular sight in the living room, only to see his Mom's head teacher going up and down at wild speed and his uncle's helping hand clutching her hair and head in a strong, passionate traveling bag. The whole visual modality was supremely erotic right up to the moment of Dan's vast release. Deen saw the gradual retardation of Manya's head over his uncle's tool accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's clutches on his mother's lovely black haired fountainhead. The clutches was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, naked full cousin to her pes and looked at her face which was well covered with his cum. Her mouthpiece, rim, nose and cheeks were coated thickly with his ejaculate and she looked fondly into his eye. Some spurts had also landed on her beautiful foresighted hair above her forehead. Their mouths met again for yet another abstruse kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his pant and secured his belt mumbling out a good bye during the buss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the briny room access to lead, but after unfastening the door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging full cousin for one last passionate kiss. Deen saw Uncle Dan osculate his nude mother at the half opened door. The sight made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would infix the house. The final kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully naked housewife lasted one to the full instant before the almost open main door. It was broken only by the speech sound of a car emerging out of the neighbor's house. Manya shut the door on her first cousin hurriedly and grabbed her saree in the Saami movement. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing the house rather still, she sighed in relief and purposefully made her way to the chamber with the idea of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her purpose and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the john and locked himself in. A few arcminute later he pretended to flush the toilet and walked out of the bathroom as if he had just finished.

He looked into the room and receive yet another surprisal. Manya was lying in a coiled up place on the bed, covered fully by the bed sheet. The bed sheet covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her eye were closed and she was huddled up under the canvass very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping body as was ostensible from the scheme she made. Deen saw her blue sari lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a start when he realized that his mom was naked under the masking and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained trunk around his sleeping Church Father and had already begun to snooze. The visual sense was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful mother's craft and sheer abandonment. She knew that her son would emerge from the lavatory but didn't fear. However Deen felt it was improbable that she suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin a delicious, wholesome blowjob early in the daybreak followed by duplicate passionate leave kisses in naked abandon before a half loose main doorway. If it wasn't for the sound of the car, they might have grabbed another fast fuck, felt Deen. By now he had come to expect the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could bear been the afterglow of two resounding piece of ass and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep for a full hour, cuddling her naked, well used body up to her heavy sleeping hubby. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her hips away from him and looking into his middle. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she was more accustomed to his snarl and nemesis. Heart leaping with a surge of joy, she leaned her promontory forward to kiss him on his sassing. Desh wasn't much of a kisser and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The normally loth married man allowed his wife to pick out over, but only for a while. For a replete two minutes, Manya licked and sucked her hubby's mouth and lingua, tracing wet line of reasoning all over his cheek too. Desh felt a cathexis run through his organic structure as he realized that his beautiful wife tasted foreign and unlike. He felt her breasts under the sheet and encountered their naked glory. He gave a duad of quick clinch which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to blarney an erection out of him first affair in the morning. He also knew that she liked to sleep naked after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their nighttime's love making. But the mo his wife reached below to cup his clod through his nighttime apparel, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.

"What happened"?, asked Manya. His jumping out of bed had caused the bed canvas to get disarranged from Manya's lush body and the entire right face of her dead body, from her soft toe upwards, past her plentiful thigh, one full knocker and half her neck opening lay exposed to delicious viewing. Manya didn't make an cause to overcompensate her side fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

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

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

"The festival of coloration is damned, we marketing guy rope have no holidays ”, he muttered again irritably.

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

Still lying idle, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her left-hand hired hand moved slowly beneath the cover charge to cup her mound and a slow, nonvoluntary caress began of her cum rained pussy. She could herself feel the solid odor of her ravished, unwashed body. The odor did not repulse her. If anything she wanted it to tarry as long as possible, even on this new day.

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

"Good morning and well-chosen Holi to you too love ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her unwrap country and still letting her concealed left hand caress her slit. The suddenness of her son's entry and his involution with the vacation diverted Manya's attention to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As he did every dawning, he bent forward to kiss his mother on the cheek and due to the vacation happiness, his kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking speech sound on her rosy impudence. She had massaged her cousin Dan's cum into her cheek and with her son's full powerful kiss on them, she experienced a jolt deep inside her which brought a fresh wafture of juice into her loin and onto her caressing fingers. Her leftover hand continued to caress her wet kitty-cat under the covers as she returned Binu's osculate with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some protagonist's place for celebrating and won't be back until recently afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, one-half seeking her permission. His paw sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his scrumptious mother's exposed body this English of the screening. 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 sleeping accommodation after another peck on her forehead. Manya was about to say yes to his half request when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearance. Fully embarrassed, she felt the blood trend through her red-hot body at a suddenly enhanced pace. She didn't even realize it but her hand continued to caress her pussycat, as it did, rightfield through the brief conversation with her little son.

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

Deen was already prepare and so was Binu, since he had planned to leave even before breakfast. Desh normally had his Bath after his morning coffee and breakfast. Holi celebrations began other every metre since masses had to end the coloring material and H2O dunking fiesta at to the lowest degree by noon so as to give their colored and drenched soundbox clock time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all barriers were broken in respect of age, relationship and sex. mass mingled and reveled in applying colored pulverization and colorize H2O on each other to lionise unity and joy. The atmosphere was merry, cheery and very physical too with both men and women drenching each former with colored urine and also hosing one another with water pipes. Objections and inhibitions of any sorting were simply not entertained nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was a day to break release and savour themselves.

Her son Binu left for his friend's place after his java and Deen, being less gregarious, preferred to learn in his room. Manya heard the door being banged and realized it was the neighborhood boys insisting that the door be opened so that they could apply colors on all of them. Desh found this extremely gravel and he shouted at them to leave. Moreover he had to bath and leave for employment. He rushed into the bathroom, noting the time on the clock.

The boys continued to ring the bell and bang the door while Desh was in the bath. Manya knew them all. They were well behaved students and not one of them was above 18 year 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 excitement."You can't escape us today “, screamed Salman, the marvellous and strongest of them as he banged the door hard.

Manya was somewhat amused and also worried that they may intermit open the door. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bath, he was safe from any color attack. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic son before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to open the door. Her titty swayed in a aphrodisiac pendulous question as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her full and well rounded berm and strongly fleshed implements of war. trivial wisps of armpit hair flashed exotically whenever she raised those arms. Her fully revealed diaphragm glowed in all its paleness and her aphrodisiac navel opened up and closed with every step of Manya. Her massive asscheeks showed a wise bounce in keeping with her sprightly stride as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like hell breaking loose. The four young students dashed into the way and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the unattackable went right behind her and hugged her fully from behind in an try to hold and tie her hands so that she was immobilized. His dick rubbed against her to the full asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her hands firmly against her belly. One of them applied color on Manya's rosy cheeks and kept caressing it continuously. The minute guy was more belligerent as he used both his hands to gain color and run them right down Manya's overweight physical structure right from her neck, over her heaving boobs, all over her creamy shank, thighs and even ft. The one petting Manya's face shifted his pawing to her fair and replete shoulder joint and the people of colour red covered them too in no time, including her juicy axillary cavity, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the clock time, in half joy. Deen continued to watch over in shock as the four intruders pawed and mauled his voluptuary mother all over under the pretext of color. The one behind her, Salman was having a field of operation day, digging his dick and lower body right into Manya's wide-eyed and sarcoid backside and also bending over her face to look down so that she didn't dislodge her arms. Not that Manya tried laborious. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this attack. Her entire electric resistance appeared half hearted. The youth applying people of colour on Manya's front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full bit, giving him direct gropes of her full boobs over her braless blouse. Manya's nipples shot to erection and the twofold pressure sensation of the boob mauling and the peter encroachment on her seat sent wild waves of luxuria all over the body which was so well love just a few 60 minutes ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands relieve. Nor did he withdraw his dick from ramming into her ass every meter it wriggled during her front. His face was over Manya's neck and Deen could bank that he saw Salman snog his shaking female parent's lovely neck, not once but many metre. With his Mom's breasts being squeezed on and off and her midriff getting pawed strongly, those few mo seemed like a powerful dreaming for Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting extra unattackable with his squeezing and suddenly all the action caused the top one-half of her sheer saree to devolve off. There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother, getting felt and pressed in a State of semi nakedness displaying her tit and belly to four horny youths who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to swoop on their wet dream aunt. When the saree fell off to disclose her breasts almost fully through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in nominal head took a avant-garde footstep. He dipped his hands in wet color and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering chest, fully caressing their cupful and squeezing them in short circuit bursts so that it didn't feel deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze 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 buss around her neck and earlobe. She let the early guy have his consequence with her boob and belly, letting them wring and maul the creamy curves. In that state of delirium she didn't even notice the look of call down stupor on her son's look. She had almost turned hobble when the close youth who was standing with a pail of H2O poured it right over Manya's head, drenching her from head to toe. It was a flock so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks to gape and admire the infrangible sexuality of this beautiful woman. Fully wet, she looked like a hunger goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a manner which revealed the bender and fleshy spots of her body in wax glory. 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 husband Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his delectable Mom opened the doorway deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the ideal opportunity. It all took two hour but the effect on Deen was a lifelong source of jerk off material. He was itching to run into the bathroom for it but decided to wait until his sexy mother at least conform her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all good bye in her wet and exposed glory. Again Deen could depone that Salman had managed a agile buss on her lips before he left .