The shrill morn consternation sent unruly bolts and waves into Manya's eubstance as she stirred, opened her deep eyes and cast a sleepy glance towards the seat next to her. Her eyes met with the not so enliven peck of her still snoring married man Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breath carrying the odor of hard drink and his dresser heaving in monotonous regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full chassis slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin gabardine blouse without a bra and a loosely tied half-slip which settled about six column inch below her deep navel, she dragged her luxurious torso out of bed towards the bathroom, pausing for a consequence to appear at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked rumpled and two push of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brown blacken aureole stared the right way out of her slender blouse and this daybreak the ends were penetrating and pointed, declarative of her bodily need for a full blooded fuck. Almost involuntarily her hands went to the heavy region between her second joint and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to clear in heat, the consequence her fingers sought the lovesome plica. With an inaudible moan, she gave one loving hug between her inner second joint and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a shudder of relief as some of the amass hot pants found alternate release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same scant garb she moved to the independent door to collect the morning milk. Opening the door, she bent to beak up the Milk and in the outgrowth her full boob 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 day-by-day appearance. A fully minute was spent in gathering the milk during which her creamy bosom spilled nearly 80 percent out of her thin, low cut blouse. Giving this morning display was now a habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting care from this flash and even when someone other than the usual milkman delivered the Milk River, they learnt to stay on until Manya gathered her milk.

turn her rear to the milkman, she started closing the doorway, giving him a lingering prospect of her ample, meaty ass and a charge buttocks sentiment of her torso, especially since the underskirt came down to well below her pelvis and settled almost at the beginning of her ass crack. Just before finally losing the doorway, she turned again towards the outside and offered another flash of her immense midriff, with its flaring curve at the waistline and the juicy, mysterious, inviting bellybutton. This exercise was her morning tonic and a day was bland without it.

The entire five metrical foot seven inches of her broad bodied, well stacked, lush anatomy swayed with a heady thanksgiving as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a bit to peep into the room of her two boy, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and subject, hands between his second joint and lost in a dreamy world, while Binu was sleeping on his rear, his rectify script placed idly around his fork. What caught her eye was, however the tenting in his shorts, sticking imposingly out at the roof. She smiled indulgently like a mother would, but a late moistening crept up her cunt, which was already aroused by the morning show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to prepare the morning coffee and breakfast. Within an time of day all inferno would smash loose as three male person would rush through their morning routine, gulp their food for thought and flee the house, leaving her all alone. The persuasion made her feel a bit empty-bellied but also filled her with an endeavour and desertion that came from the noesis that she would be all by herself with her epicurean, sensuous body.

Deen was always the first one to wake up. Nearly six substructure tall, he was a blue colossus, loose limbed and with the consistency language of a skilful and loveable kid. Manya continued to remain in her attire even before her small fry and it had become normal for them to determine their skimpily clad Mom go about her task every morn in that state of undress. She had been doing it now for the past 4 years out of sheer convenience and it never struck her that their bursting internal secretion would one day take cognizance of her ample charms, especially her well rounded buttocks, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

"commodity first light Mom ”, called out Deen, as he entered the kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his salutation, smiling into his soulful, loving and almost puppy like eyes. Deen could see right down her partly unbuttoned blouse and trace the full bend of both her melon vine like breasts with the entire aura of their tractor trailer pointed nipples.

His dick jerked to attention.

"Get quick love. Today's your special breakfast item. Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her full pelvic arch against his. Deen could feel the heat, softness and meat of his Mom's hips as she went past him. He stifled a gasp as her dainty digit inadvertently grazed his crotch. He wore no underwear beneath his shorts and he was startled by the near range of his throbbing Whitney Moore Young Jr. manhood by his very own biological female parent. It stunned him and also confused him, like it did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally, adding to his dilemma. His first stirrings of manhood had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His low gear gumshoe kissing had taken place while he had seen her changing. His firstly major jerk off had been over her photograph of her carrying him as a three year old. He loved concentrating on his three year old hand clutching at Manya's bosom in the picture. And when he came, he made sure that some driblet always landed on the picture, if possible on Manya's beautiful face.

But Deen was a shy kid. He never made his arousal obvious and endeavor to camouflage it. Manya, on her part, noticed her senior son's disturbance but did nothing in terms of either her dressing or torso language to disport him. If she was built sexy and left with an eternally horny eubstance due to her married man's slackness in bed, then she couldn't assist it. No force on earth can hide out a woman in heat, especially a fair sex blessed with the fat configuration and fleshy warmth of Manya. She had a dead body that craved loving. She had voluptuous titty that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy shank that desired a man's affectionate touch. She had a massive, protruding, Thomas More than proportionate ass that could well be her best asset. It was high, firm, astray and with a curve that sent viewer'passionateness soaring. There was not one of her husband's protagonist that didn't want to paddle her voluptuous ass or plunge into her juicy pussy. She didn't fear about their progression and over time she learnt to live with them. Even those farseeing alcoholic political party where men would indulge in elusive gropes and almost leering comments while her hubby would be sizzled left her quite in control. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a wide variety of men of all age chemical group lusted after her juicy body.

The instant 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 Kid. His hug lingered a little foresighted than necessary but Manya made no move to unloosen herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his mother's brass, this fourth dimension rather close to the corner of her mouth. Manya felt his Danton True Young, 12 class old hard-on thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her pussy moisten again. Binu's bit awakened her dormant lust. Though 12 years old, his natural action were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to grab her, rub his hawkshaw against her huge rump and let his hands roam all over his juicy mother's expansive waist. His hands groped the bum of her braless blouse and made plenty physical contact with her agglomerate to make her squeal. It was leisurely for Manya to dismiss her slight 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 scruples. Unlike his elderberry bush blood brother, Binu knew his penury and made his moves very obvious, with no scope for any communication gap. Manya loved it. It made her feel very precious and desirable. Binu on the other paw was sure that he was only expressing his extreme passion for his mother.

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

Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her sleeping hubby and studied his form as she neared him. He was an inch unforesightful than her five groundwork seven inches, slender in arm and chest but with a pot belly that grew out of endless 60 minutes of boozing, both at dwelling house and outdoor. He snored the second his head hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their betimes sidereal day of man and wife when she used to wake him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his capitulum lightly while her finger danced around his flaccid humanness. He would stir in those days and delay until she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly, without warning he would grab her by the waist and turn over her around to make her lie belly up on the bed. Using his remaining mitt to drag her saree above her suave, hot thighs, he would guide his half ready shaft into her already steaming pussy. A few fashion plate strokes would be attempted, following which Manya had to contribute his puppet into her eager love nuzzle whenever it slipped out. About 60 indorsement of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out a measly amount of sperm into her womb, which would just about suffice to moisten her just watering zany. With an riled grunt he would simply roll out off her and kick into the lav without even looking back. If he did, then he would have got seen the writhing, frustrated body of his lovely wife, leg cattle farm, breathing heavily and thighs twitching in rising intensity.

The plenty of a writhing semi nude Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm would receive been the ultimate erotic batch for any peep tom but for the aphrodisiacal wife herself it was a daily torment. And she was forced to go through this torture on a casual ground, at times with frenetic regularity and with the greatest ever geometrical regularity in the last few months.

In the survive few years here had been hardly any urge bout of passion making, which for her hearty physical structure was a deprivation surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever take between her casual clams and a casual roll in the hay, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in surrender, she shook her husband Desh active. With the usual morning oink and without the flimsy wind of a promise ahead of time erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even wish his beautiful wife.

The second her hubby closed the john door, she heard Deen call out,"Mom, I need avail to rinse my hair ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her saree, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bathing tub. She didn't want to wet the saree in the course of Deen's bathing tub. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a faecal matter when Manya moved across to him, her braless breasts swaying gently and her belly figure rippling with each step. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's trench and big navel. As Manya bent and washed his hair with shampoo her navel and lower abdomen stared right into his font. It was a double feast for the budding youthfulness as his heart absorbed he juicy profundity of her belly push and his anterior naris inhaled the musky odor of her George Walker Bush, which permeated through the underskirt. In less than three seconds his dick nip up in his undies, a pile which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting response of her hubby and son to the very same body. But being the mother, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensiveness of her strokes. The fertile fret forced Deen to close his eyes. Now he could only experience his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into groovy stimulation. Her big boobs would dip every now and then to press into his headland warmly while her privates would reach tantalizingly tightlipped to his face, with the aroma almost sending him into a lusty stupor. The he felt the water raining down from the cascade onto his grimace and headland. On opening his heart he got a shock. He was not the but one wet. His mother's sexy body was drenched all over the top half, her mammilla poking right out of her wet blouse. The sight was astoundingly titillating with those creamy mounds jiggling right in front man of his expression. Deen thought he would sprout out his tinder without even a touch. At the Lapplander time he was transfixed and puzzled by the sum nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son's aroused eubstance. She seemed to be completely insouciant in her near total exposure to Deen, her very own son. With her full hips barely a few inches from his head, she turned around to turn off the shower, in the summons presenting him with a intellect boggling show of her vast ass, covered only by a wet petticoat. The garment made a huge inroad into her bottom crevice and the all appearance was straight out of one of those soft porn picture show which he enjoyed now and then with his crony. But he was better blessed than his friends because he had daily real life story soft pornography conniption to subsist out in his own theater and with his very own loving mother. A wild thought germinated in his caput which seemed to come from out of nowhere -"What if any of his admirer were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The thought left him as soon as it came but the seeds were sown. Manya left the bathroom to correspond on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his dick the moment his mother's audacious ass swayed out of spate. He needed the release.

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

"It's getting meter for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her assertion broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual style his hands completely encircled her to the full waist and caressed the faithful at the incline with the index finger of his right hand straying into her navel to finger it in a rotate motility. The position lasted one mo of squealing and 60 seconds of wearisome and steady pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this video display of affectionateness from Binu and only Manya suspected that the touch sensation was quite intimate even from her son's incline. But as always, he would stop just when her trunk began to denounce her emotions. He would give up to caress her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his genes and libido from her side of the family. But it was still too too soon to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that individual found her desirable and individual wanted to finger 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 possible right out of her brains.

Feeling fully aroused from all the amorous aid she had been getting, Manya again wore the sari around her wet underclothes and went to spread the breakfast on the board. The garb felt burdensome and she found herself being slowed down by a silent drone between her thighs. Involuntarily again, her left handwriting reached for her genitalia. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the clothes for at least 5 minutes before the speech sound of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

"You'll catch a moth-eaten Mom in those wet dress. Go change,"suggested Deen, concerned as ever.

"Yes I will, after you all leave ”, sighed Manya as she served breakfast. She could find Binu's eyes repeatedly seeking her juicy bellybutton and Deen's eyes probing behind the wet blouse for the nipple that had teased him during bathing tub. Again a chill ran through her and she felt both pleasure and sadness. delight that her muliebrity was getting its due appreciation and ruefulness that her hubby was merely gulping his food down in total neglect.

minute of arc after they all left, Manya rushed into the sleeping accommodation and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her wearing apparel off her heated trunk on the way. She unstrung her underskirt and bust the blouse off her bursting breasts as her lustfulness aroused dead body flopped onto the easy bed. Both hands covered her replete tit, the ribbon kneading roughly and the finger's breadth pulling at the now astute bakshis. Her legs thrashed about as she literally crushed her full boobs like a monster in heat. Her intact body felt like it was on ardor and she thought she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her mitt dropped quickly to her pussy knoll and she worked her finger in and out of that full-bodied and heavy zona, causing her thigh to circularise, close and cattle ranch in a psyche boggling episode of abandonment. She gave herself in totally to the need of her lush, neglected body. Her ravage hot stuff surged with renewed hope every time she subjected herself to this burst of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as her fingers delved and probed into her soaked pussycat, striking a frenzied rhythm in air with her wildly stirred brain. The passionate start rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full rose hip up and down on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny physical structure to a new height of X. She felt the tide rise 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 lunar time period reached its apex and let loose a bursting flood, washing her loins all over, making her fingerbreadth reach furious pep pill until the collapse began, first in her lumbus, then in her finger and finally in her golden, overweight inner thighs. With receding heat, she slowly regained pattern external respiration, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the lower abdomen, feet still apart in a lustful monitor of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with sweat and wet with her succus. The solid bed canvass was drenched and she silently decided that she would interchange it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an minute after her marathon session she rose for a bathing tub. The chill water felt comforting on her still hot body. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her bush and cunt. She stroked, caressed and patted her hummock indulgently until a flicker of foreplay crept up her spikelet all over again. Sighing, she stepped out stark raw into her bedroom. She used a thin white towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own manpower. She dabbed the lightheaded towel all over her gorgeous body until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her long hair. She wrapped the towel around her hair after ten minutes of drying. Opening her wardrobe, she tried to decide on what to wear upon when her middle fell on a brightness level dark transparent saree and a sheer white blouse. She took both of them into her helping hand, without as much as a thought for a bra and petticoat. She hated the weight and insistency of undergarment. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to find the fabric rub against her supple and sexy flesh, especially around her glorious hip and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a trailer truck transparent saree gave a dispatch exposure of her low-spirited hoarded wealth and fleshy thighs. But she didn't maintenance. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underclothing and she had the whole day right up to her husband's comer to drop off back into them anyway.

However it did not apply to her two Logos. She was comfortable without unmentionable in their presence and she guessed they were comfortable too. In any case there were no obvious polarity of embarrassment on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through sarees without a clue of underclothing. rightfield through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one ace garment on her lush consistency, be it a petticoat and blouse or saree without petticoat. The full phase of the moon garb was for their father, a fact which they came to agnise rather too soon. The idea made them sense good and cozy about their sexy mother. They loved her a lot more for the spear carrier solace level she seemed to percentage with them. It made them sense limited - and horny too. And they kept their feelings to themselves - as yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer sari and blouse. It technically covered her hale trunk but revealed its fleshy, creamy glory to awesome effect. Tied well below her thick and alien navel, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's rich hips and threatened to fall right off her juicy organic structure if she even bent forward a little More than needed. The blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was so tight and low cut that half her segmentation was on show right through the unconvincing sari. The bottom of the inning of the blouse was almost tucked into the al-Qaida of her full boobs, giving them life and leaping as she walked. From the understructure of her knocker to maybe an column inch above her George Herbert Walker Bush was a completely revealed territorial dominion of supercharged physique. Manya's windowpane of conquest was her overweight yet sexy midriff and the horny homemaker was fully aware of it. It was Brobdingnagian, wide-cut and bedecked with possibly the deepest and luscious umbilicus on earth. When she walked in this dress, her second joint and trimmed pubic hair offered themselves to view in tantalizing peek. Taking the set up view, the sari dipped right down to the tips of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily cloak itself around Manya's meaty buttocks. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front of any viewer who happened to run into this hornlike wife and female parent of two. Putting it plainly, her whole organic structure screamed for a fucking.

The root of restlessness crept into her dipsomaniac torso and Manya launched into her customary mound caress. She would feel herself after bathroom for about a few minutes everyday before preparing lunch. Now, while she was in that dreamy while, she heard the bell mob. She first looked out of the window and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three Clarence Shepard Day Jr. to deliver veggie and yield. Manya rose from the sofa, hand still on her crotch and moved to open the doorway. She kept her paw on her mound in a partial derivative caress and retained it all the way up to the room access, loath to give up the warm dampness which had begun to absorb her pubic region and also organise a small wet patch on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

left wing to herself, Manya would have preferred to mollycoddle in prolonged self rape in her present climate. Her mind quickly accepted the intrusion but the signals to her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a certain inside discord, especially between her thighs, where a midget ooze had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the door and peered out to ask if there was any sassy stuff. She kept just her headway out of the door, her hired man still playing with her kitty through the sheer sheepfold of her sari. The grocer announced that many of her usual choice of veggie were refreshing and she may wish to take a look and decide. Manya was still a wee bit loath and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, finger still playing with her puss behind the door. With one concluding thrust, she withdrew her hand from where she loved to keep it the most and threw the door wide open air. The grocer, a stocky man in his late thirties gaped in astonishment at her dress, or the lack of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to guide his attention. The grocer's brain worked at the speed of Inner Light, unable to fathom the delectable sight in front of him. He knew from his frequent visit that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a horny housewife in all his sign sales over the years. He could espy a athirst pussy when he saw one. Over the last one twelvemonth he had seen Manya in various careless res publica of dressing but somehow she always seemed in command of affair. It was more like she was teasing people rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a scratch annoyer indefinitely and his prick was bound to bear its day. Her appearance told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any clothes. The saree was fully sheer, showing him all of her. The fertile bush, those glorious thighs and the entire midriff, everything lay before him like a spread, with her belly button calling care to his regard. While she was fingering herself the top half of her sari had slipped aside, leaving her rich and mystifying navel fully exposed to his view. With the creamy shape above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the omphalos resembled a pussy in need, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent grass forward to examine some of the leafy vegetable and this made the top one-half of her saree pearl, revealing her generous cleavage with a clear imaginativeness of her perked up nipples. She didn't realize that her saree had dropped and continued with her true task of market picking from his handbasket. The grocer's eyes popped right out their sockets and his pecker threatened to displume out of the fabric it was stretching around his genital organ. His strong workforce felt a thrill of lineage as did every vein in his physical structure. Manya was decidedly the hottest of his customers and he looked forward to visiting her house more to have the surprisal she held for him in the form of her apparel codification. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. Breasts, tit, navel, midriff, thighs, and George Walker Bush - every ounce of her juiciest parts was starkly visible through her pipe dream like garments. The Arabian professional dancer did wear transparent bottoms but at least they wore panties. Here a centre cured housewife was treating him to fleshy pleasure of the form mass only dreamt of.

The manifest liaison of Manya with the food market field goal and her ignorance of the state of her boobs suited the grocer and he let his hungry eyes travel all over her voluptuous frame, taking in the gender oozing out of every inch. His eyes rested for longer moments on her hips, the exposed portion of which was like a mass of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only flesh in need is left for this kind of wanton show and his animal instincts gradually took over. He shifted closer to her, as if to help Manya laden her bag with his stuff. He held the bag up for her while Manya filled it with a clustering of vegetable. She had to get up her branch up to do so and in the process, her speed saree dropped right off her shoulders, breast and waist to rest tantalizingly at her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how exposed she was all along to his gaze. Her expression 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 oculus and observed the burning warmth. His calculate sent shivers up her spine and a warm torrent of juice gushed forth from her loins to further dampen her already wet vulva.

This time the gush of juice was different. They flowed and flowed without a prison-breaking. The control mechanisms which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his strong gaze. The grocer extended his strong arms towards her exposed hips and dragged her finisher. His manly touch did the john. It was the tactual sensation of a man, strong and reassuring. It was also the hold of a testosterone rich male which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his other hand gripped her right-hand hip to complete the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The manly grocer jerked the beautiful married woman towards himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent breasts jiggled at his natural action. His hands on her meaty hips encountered raw heating plant and he realized that this juicy body was being wasted. He could hear a one-half sob as he strengthened his grip on her small coxa and turned her around. Her high rise buttocks came into hot contact with his putz and even through the sheer garment, their heat took him by surprise. If ever there was a corneous woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he deal to know.

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

In that posture she presented an awesome mass on all quaternion. Her face was glazed with luxuria and her ass quivered in wanton lecherousness. She wriggled her hips and bid backwards as if to hit his privates. 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 woman of the house's kitty-cat. He cast one glimpse at the crawling form of the beautiful woman before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a beef in heat. She needed a nookie and like hell, he was going to give her one.

In one one plunge he entered right into her nest, her wet cunt walls giving an over lubricated welcome. Manya shrieked in heat and cried out in lustfulness. He began stroking into her slushy pussy with gradual motions. The lust crazed lady of the house screamed for harder separatrix and driven by her wanton behavior, he thrust harder and faster. His Brobdingnagian tool, 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 love. The pumping lasted five scalding minute of arc and the sheer novelty and passion of the situation overcame both of them. He reached his culmination with a boom and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like bitch. On all Little Joe, she was letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over sexed slit. But he was doing it well and she knew of zilch but cock till he spurted his semen in various long spurts deep inside her uterus and all over her spinal column and ass. He came so much that his manfulness surprised the under utilized wife.

Like a lawful jingoistic male he just released her hips with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trouser before she could rick around. Her still convulsing dead body was recovering from the yummy onslaught and she looked up gradually towards his physical structure. Her initiatory glimpse went towards his genitalia but was disappointed to see that he had already put his womanhood pleaser away. There she was, lying well fucked by a dick she didn't even see.

"Ok Mrs. M. See you later ”, said the grocer as he walked away with a whistle. Manya lay on the storey, still in a half cower posture. She was still in heat and she still looked a bitch. Her ass felt well gripped and handled. Her puss felt well pumped. Her judgment was well unwind. Her bosom however still ached for a caress and that ache got transferred again to her kitty-cat. A mild heating began within her lumbus and this surprised Manya. What was the extent of her appetency, she wondered.

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the first two clit undone as always. Her sari was in her workforce and she tried to resolve whether to put it on or go for a wash. Her second joint were sticky and some cum still settled wetly over her tumid pussy rim. 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's breadth and brought them to her olfactory organ."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the olfactory property. Then suddenly the door Alexander Bell rang. surprised and alarmed at the untimely ring, she hastily began to meet the saree over her lay waste to hips. It was a relatively slow process 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 care about paragon in attire since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to get laid her just s a small while ago coupled with the freshly fucked tactile sensation still coating her senses made the housewife a wee bit guilty. She managed to wear out the saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her private parts to once again form a embarrassing patch out in social movement. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his afternoon course were cancelled and he had no humor to go to the library.

walk in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different. Her hair was disheveled and her sari looked rumpled in a peculiar manner. Her scanty blouse was wet with fret. If it wasn't for the freshness on her aspect, he would have presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen piece of work. As she walked towards the lounge in the support room, he noticed the languid apparent motion of her hip joint and the easy paradiddle of her pelvic arch. The careen was slower but aphrodisiacal. It was an unspeakable mountain but she looked dissimilar. Suddenly he noticed the damp patch around her genitals on the crystalline sari. It looked so provocative, just below her rich people chaparral. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too late to rectify matter. In a bid to make the atmosphere more casual, she spread her thighs out and tried to decompress on the lounge. Her posture became rather lewd for her teenaged son and he began to go through the familiar stirring in his lumbus which looking at his sexy female parent for more than than a minute always produced. At this stage Manya asked her son to take a bath so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the bathroom, glad that he could hide his arousal.

Manya was still lying in that obscene perplex on the lounge when she heard the main door open slightly. She had forgotten to lock it after Deen's arrival. It opened wider and in came the grocer. She panicked and hissed at him to go away, pointing at the bathroom where her son was bathing. But he had not come to pass on. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the morning's astounding growing, especially the simpleness with which he could enter Manya's hot pussy. Soon his thoughts led to a bursting hard on and he felt the sentence was still convenient enough for another go at the gorgeous piece of music of ass, which would be doing nothing else but masturbating away anyway, according to him. So off he rushed to get his pussy.

When he neared her, Manya whispered frantically to him that her son was around. Not giving a damn, he motioned for her to work over, unzipping his trousers in the same motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the bath door where Deen was. With firm and mute efficiency, he once again gripped her voluptuous rosehip and rock her like a doll. Manya's body throbbed with renewed lust and her pussy started dripping in record book metre. The endangerment in the spot was obscured by the passion of his manhood pressing against her already bare ass. He had merely hiked her saree up and force his dick right into her willing and wet cunt. The pumping began instantaneously and her pussy muscles started clasping his dick in rapacity, milking it to new meridian of passion. She could still try the shower and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the Lapplander bitch military strength. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lust and ecstasy. Her trunk responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a rich back breaker of seed thick inside her loins. She absorbed every drop of his lovable cum and reveled in the sudden and explosive orgasm which the illicit showdown produced. In record stop number, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a quick in effect bye. By the time, she moved from bitch military capability to convention attitude, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in pleasure and absolute wonder that she had been fucked twice in no clip. Again she didn't even see the dick that gave her so much joy. But more than exciting was the thought that her son was right in the next room, but didn't know about it. How wrong she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to emerge from the bath. After all 2 jerky offs in ten minutes need some time for recovery.

The four youthful marauders left her threshold and Manya shut it with a blend feeling. She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the bathtub. Yet she felt a tingling in her loins and an aching in her breasts from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her wax consent. The simultaneous insistence of four brace of hands and one dick on her extra wholesome trunk under the pretext of festivity did its own thing to her corporal reply and right now she had lost all the traces of satiety which the two mind blowing climax with the milkman and her cousin-german had given her. Instead her private parts and pussy experienced a rejuvenated itching from all the youthful caressing she received. The itching was now spreading all over her inner thighs - such was the impingement of raw energy on her mature busty body. After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto the floor, her saree still off her shoulders, her eubstance still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the vicinity painter and photographer. Sam was a medium and delicate spoken kid adjacent door who always had that adulatory feeling in his eyes but not that raw rage. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his perspective was also a bit distant and appreciative rather than forcible, which was what most people who came into liaison with Manya became.

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

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

"Let's go to the bedroom Mom ”, he said as he tried to help her to her metrical foot. Manya allowed him to help her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her full cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his expression. Deen was still on his knees as he helped his female parent to stand up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the kernel of a fully open, huge midsection stared right into his font, barely a dyad of in from his olfactory organ. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose poke her navel, making Manya quiver again for a second. Deen rose and placed his blazon right around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the bedroom. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her on the flooring and Deen found it quite inconvenient to release her and put it onto his female parent's sexy, lewdly exposed body. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist flesh and its amazing elasticity and with a set cock, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's aspect for a second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the bathroom room access possibility and rushed out of the way, clutching his erecting, leaving his father to face his lusty female parent, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed, with her saree top thrown aside, her expansive midriff and belly spread out to any dead body's gaze.

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

Manya, whose workforce were almost about to impress towards her pussy, got back to her gage on hearing her husband's screams."It's all right wing. They are just boys and it's Holi. We have to be a persona of the neighbourhood at to the lowest degree on festive occasion. leave alone it ”, she reasoned.

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

The main door clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's helping hand went slowly to her private parts. It was spontaneous, built on years of experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly recollected the morning's risky venture, dwelling a few moments longer on Salman's vigorous thrusts on her saree covered ass. Her digit probed deeper into her pussy through her reduce sari and underskirt as she remembered his fleeting kisses on her neck, cheek, earlobes and finally her brim. The discreetness with which her sexy physical structure was manhandled by four he-man, without the slightest room for complaint left her astounded and deep within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their opening and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the adult female in the area.

Deen entered the bedroom after his Fatherhood's departure more to suss out on his Mom's experimental condition. He needed no boost substantiation of her well being the here and now he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her pussy through her sari. He heaved a sigh of relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.

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

The cunt caressing mother slowly opened her eyes and told her son that it may be in force to await until noon till the entire neighbourhood is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not lease repeated baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from the pitcher she was caressing with lots maintenance. Deen left her on the bed and noted the meter. It was just half retiring nine and the fete was still Whitney Moore Young Jr.. However he headed towards his elbow room for a bit of interpretation, thinking that his Mom needed a rest.

Manya rested but only for a few minutes. She realized that there was some washing of clothes to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her berm. It remained off her shoulder when Manya picked up all the apparel from the bathroom and shoved them into the moisten machine. It remained off her berm when Manya threw her white blouse of yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained off her articulatio humeri when Manya contemplated whether the saree she was wearing needed to go into the machine. Since there were a few hr still left for her bath, she decided not to remove her saree and clicked the washing machine on. The sudden activation of the car when her hand were still on it, sent a throbbing right through her concupiscent body. She sat down next to the machine, her entrust hired hand on the machine and the right handwriting inside her pussy, probing through her saree. For a full ten minutes she caressed herself to the electric rhythm, thrusting her fingers right through the garment into her plastered slit and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill moan and ran into the room, wondering what happened. His submission was soundless and therefore he was attestator to his female parent's half au naturel conformation next to the political machine, heaving and panting with the last fusillade of climax shuddering through her full body."What a horny adult female ”, thought the dumbfound son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to relax from the surrogate expiration she had just experienced. She heard another ring of the door bell. Deen answered the door and came to tell Manya that all the inpatient of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbour building. A total of fifty invitees were expected, from the families of all friends. A few games were also planned to defecate the show lively. Manya agreed to descend along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to transfer out of her present garb or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of further drenching, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a second in the mirror and saw that her apparel stuck to her physical structure, wetly caressing her sexy curves and made her flavour rather provocative. She quickly shook the thinking from her idea reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless shoulders, she left the house alongwith her senior son towards the next doorway terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the patio were two other house and then there was Salman. Manya met his optic and blushed softly. He met Manya's gaze too with a light in his oculus. On the terrace, everyone's middle were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since nigh of them had come prepared for a sunup of fun and games. About twenty women and xxx five men of all ages graced the occasion. Manya was the prize weft amongst the women and the fact that she came without her hubby did not help matter. Every dick on the terrace was erect within minutes of Manya's entry, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

In the first biz, everyone was made to sit in a round and one person would run around with a handkerchief in hand. He would drop the hanky behind any someone's back and that one had to discover it, pick it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind someone else's behind. Sam ran around first and after three rounds dropped it behind Manya's aphrodisiacal back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a circle. As she ran, her big breasts under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with exaggerate Energy Department. Her wet saree hugged her huge buttocks and they jiggled sexily with every measure she took. If viewed in slow motion, Manya's run would have got been the obscene run of all time for the sheer intimate energy it conveyed. She took three forget me drug and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind sexy Manya's ass. Manya didn't notice it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to search 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 rounds and again dropped it behind Manya's lush behind. Manya rose and began her dick stiffening run with her voluptuous body bouncing and swaying all over, chest, ass and all. It was soon very unmortgaged that Manya was the dropping target because everyone wanted to see her aphrodisiac trunk in gesture. 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 punishment. Manya sighed and looked at him in substitute and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet loins again.

In this game the immature extremity had to piece a name from mint drawn and that gens would have to see with a punishment decided by the youngest appendage again. Deen being the youngest picked up a name and lots to everyone'surprisal, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and read out the selected penalization."make snacks for all L multitude in half an hr. take one person to help you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a moment, wondering whom to piece for service. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not quick enough to help her in this kind of job. Noticing Salman's shining look in her direction, she pointed her goody finger in his management. With a bellow, everyone directed the distich to the kitchen in the cellar, where the item for sandwich preparation lay. cypher else was allowed to put down the basement and it would mean a foul with foster punishment.

Manya and Salman rushed into the lift in a haste and Salman pressed the door shut, clicking the basement button. Deen watched in interest as he saw his mother's fleshy posterior disappear into the lift alongwith Salman. Her creamy back with the saree right down to her ass was the utmost he saw of his juicy mom for the next half an 60 minutes. He also saw Salman office his hand on his female parent's ass just before closing the elevator threshold, as if ushering her in.

The mo the elevator door shut, Manya felt Salman's bridge player grab her chest through the braless blouse. Without a moment's warning he proceeded to maul them, much in the Saami way she experienced in the break of day. Her sari was half off and he dipped his head down to osculate her roughly on her wet lips.

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

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

"We don't have time Salman. bite have to be made ”, she protested. her protestation was modest because his squeezing of her one-half unwrap titty had already started the succus manufacturing plant in her lumbus. A steady drip began and her protest thereafter were merely symbolic. Even before the elevator reached the cellar, he had her saree right hand off her luxuriant consistence and he ushered her out of the ski tow, saree in hand towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a individual there as per the secret plan. On his cell speech sound, he rang up the local restaurant owned by his own kinfolk and ordered them to deliver fifty packet boat of sandwiches within twenty dollar bill minutes at the basement. Putting the headphone away, he looked at her wax organic structure, clad only in underskirt and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny homemaker by the shoulder and threw her on the basement trading floor in one quick question, raising her petticoat over her thigh. One hand mauled her breast while the other pounded her riotous ass. Manya was aroused beyond mention in doubling quick time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare storey and flipped herself around, presenting her round, fully ass to the untested scantling who had pawed her so strongly this morning. He had also agreed to help her in the game and that made her more grateful. She bent on all fours and judder her ass at him as if to express her gratitude.Things happened in moment as Salman, who already had his dick out, positioned himself behind the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite right wing given the situation. Manya took his thrust with gasps and yelps initially. As the powerful pistoning into her pussy assumed a new story, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful adult female who was the wet dream of the neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to swallow their dicks into this lusty cleaning lady's pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon vine like breast. He had missed out on her knocker to Sam in the dayspring but here, he was making up with a vengeance. Boobs and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten minute busrt of passionateness which made Manya's head spin and cunt go angry with secretion. Her fleshy coxa and full breasts got the ‘ very man handling'from the stud and Manya screamed in lust at every thrusting of his manhood. The alarm in his cell rang to signal the elapsing of ten min and Salman rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly aroused wife's lewdly presented pussy."Bitch, take it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all over her ass and inside her heated love nest.

Manya rose gently, bare except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the heat of his lust. When their combined passionateness receded, they heard the basement bell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be subdued and rose, dragging up his trousers and went to pick up the snacks which would bear arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the voice of Salman's father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some conclusion being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a cock sucking if there's time"… and saw Salman rush in again unzipping his pants. Sounds of something being unpacked came from the other side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said"We have fifteen more minutes and my Dad is finishing the snack system. We'll not be late."

He entered her spreadeagled snatch again missionary fashion, forcing her peg up in the air. Manya was like a rag dame in this he-man's manpower but she loved his piece of ass. It was heavenly and hard."What were you telling your father"? asked Manya inbetween Salman's humping motions.

"nix outstanding. He asked whether there was time for him to get laid you. I told him there was no sentence. But maybe you can think of a blowjob can't you ? he replied rather casually. Manya nodded almost immediately and quickly bit her tongue.

"My good Manya, what are you truning into ”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to enjoy the second screw Salman was throwing into her hungry, aroused cunt. 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 virile ravishment and continued to milk his gumshoe with her cunt until they both came together in a shattering orgasm. Her second orgasm in lupus erythematosus than thirty bit with a first prison term buff seemed so companion, pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no foresighted strange to the adulterous cleaning lady and mother.

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

The old man could take it no more. Less than two transactions were left for the brace to re-emerge on the terrace. He grabbed Manya's expression and gave one long, wet candy kiss rightfield on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went hobble, her hand continuously caressing his pipe organ through the pants. It was Salman's shout that forced the new couple apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and nasty. The elevator began its upward front 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 lips straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya gasped in astonishment for the next thirty secondment as her young stud slurped her well have sex kitty like a true devotee. Her juices flowed in satisfaction and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the moment the elevator door opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the cheerfulness of L people.

Their flushed faces told a tale but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful grimace now. It was just the issue of coming that he couldn't surmisal from her horny face. The simpleness with which Manya carried herself throughout the snack session despite all that her body had been through in the past few 60 minutes left Deen wondering and he developed some awe for his beautiful female parent's ability.

The collation academic term had almost reached its end when one of the penis cried out"stinking foul ”. Everyone looked in his direction. He was holding a restaurant tag in his helping hand which he discovered stuck to the foot of his sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under didactics to absent all traces of grounds that the food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to have overlooked just one packet. The error gross profit margin was small but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering decided a luminance hearted punishment for Manya, since even getting caught was office of the game. Deen was asked to decide on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to use up a skipping rope and carry out 30 omission without a break.

Protesting with a jest, Manya took the circle and began skipping. Her sari was still quite damp and it stuck to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her wide-cut, unhindered chest danced and jumped in tandem with her gigantic asscheeks. It was a lusty, mind blowingly erotic sight, watching the wet, mature adult female skip in social movement of an audience of L. Deen realised his folly in fixing that penalty for his voluptuous mother. But it was too late. Moreover the sight excited him no end. He lost count of her omission and kept gaping, just as everyone on the patio did. Manya reached ten without any problem. Slowly, the top half of her sari or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by the sentence the sexy female parent reached count fifteen, it fell right off her shoulder joint, leaving the crowd in pin drop curtain muteness. They all looked in awe at the voluptous charms of the fully exposed woman in their presence. Her low raddled sari was right at her hip bone, and the wide-cut, huge middle with the juicy wet navel was ripplingly let out. Her wholesome midriff human body jiggled alongwith her melon like breasts with the teat very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by her ample meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a womanhood screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to look convention because any stopping would entail that she would suffer to start skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with arousal and he suddenly shouted"XXX ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped thirty prison term or not. Nobody objected and the game was over, leaving every male organ on the terrace aching and throbbing. The luxurious female parent heaved a sigh of sculptural relief and readjusted her pallu and waited as the great unwashed came back to normality from that intensely erotic tidy sum they had witnessed. Deen's heart was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on display and it was all carried on as a game. There could accept been no better sight for a voyeur and he stored these images away in his mind for later use.

To damp the ice after that lusty show by Manya, someone suggested that they all go to the large water tank on the thou below for some final dunking. body of water dunking was usually the utmost detail in a Holi jubilation. On the way down many charwoman sympathised with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and biz. Some were awestruck too by the sheer sexuality she had projected. Salman's mother came across to her and said"Manya my dear, if I had an ass like yours, I would keep Salman's father at home whole day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a modest sense of guilt and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a gentle squeeze to Manya's enormous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the older people. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their brittle bones. Many of the char were also dunked, with farthest care and sobriety. A few teenage female child were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to scream, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those young woman. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his well-endowed mother's turn was almost due. It was Salman's father who took the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into the tank car when nobody else was in it. Fifty span of eyes took in Manya's wet, drippingly curvy form as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her saree stuck to her full curvature and the hind end portion dug into her ass crevice giving a clear word-painting, removing any sensory faculty of mystery about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pond and her full consistence rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of body of water in her deep navel point flew out sexily and everybody hung their tongues out. Pin drop silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however take heed a resident mutter to himself, clutching his crotch,"Desh is a golden bastard."The man standing adjacent to him also heard him and he added a rejoinder,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed daily with that while of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this vulgarity with a mixed sense of angriness and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw niggling unseasonable in the ultimate physical aspect of a genial urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would take it if all the men in the neck of the woods made a beeline for her when her hubby was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The moment she rose from the cooler, Salman himself carried her by her fully waist and dunked her all over again. She squealed this time, liking the impropriety of his strong hired hand and even managed to drop back him too into the tank car with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the consortium, staggering to find ground. In the mental process their bodies met, his crotch against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few sec, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the total warmth the couple in the army tank were displaying. The char being his mother added a fiery Dame Muriel Spark to his thinking. For the future five minutes he watched and heard his squealing mother 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 tank. When the men started taking a few duplicate indecorum on her still unaware ego, Manya felt that familiar thrill in her lumbus. This was not the place to make in to her urges. She struggled out of the cobbler's last man's groping deal and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the nearest in the building. The festivities were as good as thoroughgoing and citizenry were clearing up.

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

Sam's center took in her wholsome, well stacked physical body and licking his lips, he led her into his house. Deen's eyes followed his mother's wet ass, which could have as well been naked. But it was lustier than naked and aroused than nude in that tightly clinging wet saree. He felt that he may like to give it a exhaustive spanking cashbox she yelped.

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by booster was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum creative person. He looked at Manya with his deep eyes taking in every ounce of her wet and lightly trembling body. The shiver was caused on explanation of the light child's play caressing her wet tegument. He led Deen's mother inside his flat and guided her to the bathroom. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the morn's body process and could take another half an time of day. Recognizing Manya's urgency to get a pee and her equally pressing need to rid herself atleast of the dripping in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for her fuzz. Manya tread softly on the carpet, hoping the colour body of water drip from her juicy trunk would not damage the carpet. Her unanimous body was coated in red, including her human face. If she were to make a kickoff appearance in this manner, none would discern her by boldness. But now everyone in the arena would know her by her voluptuously stacked consistency, more so by her flaring ass with the big butt cupful. Almost all the men would recognize her blindfolded by feel too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the neighbourhood wet dream and yet she maintained her own halo and control over things, managing to make everyone palpate exclusive and special. In myopic cypher would screw and tell on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The unanimous house was mum as Manya entered the bathroom and left the threshold afford for Sam to bring the dryer later. She could accept shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her saree around her waist, she sat with her naked asscheeks on the toilet. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping piss from it and placed it around her stifle in front, bunched up, but covering her second joint over the toilet seat. Then she removed the sari pallu from her shoulders and squeezed it too, draining all the pee from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a throbbing in her loins. This metre the throbbing relaxed only the pee insistence but retained the early pressing - the pressure of her hoard horniness. The entire morning she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water and also experienced the exhibitionistic bang of being on exhibit during the lilliputian games. The whole serial of upshot where she was treated as a pure lecherousness aim, but under the overall garb of dignity gave her a licentious thrill. The two robust piece of ass given by Salman did gratify her sess but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the omission where she felt fifty pairs of eyes simply boring into her luscious variant. She did debate stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a yucky explosion of hotness, she had continued. The stacks of hands that had felt her wet torso up at the water armored combat vehicle only served to rush her desires higher and gamey and she was fighting a valorous battle not to let her arousal show. Doing all this in front man of her son Deen did bother her for a minute but she was trusted that he would understand it was all office of the celebrations. Her pee moments were also here and now of sexual introspection and as the hold out few drop cloth of pee dripped out of her juicy twat, she felt decidedly horny and awakened.

In a bid to rear and flush the toilet, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless articulatio humeri, when Sam's sudden entry with the dryer made her drop the saree in her hand out of surprise. She lay seated on the toilet rear end, saree ranch around her thighs, toilet buttocks and reaching the floor. Her chest was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful breasts through the damp, thin blouse. They were swaying all over the place in draw near total exposure all break of day and even her hardened nipples were titillatingly exposed to the populace. But now in the secretiveness of his bathroom, with two blouse buttons off, their generous cleavage made a back talk watering sight, as did Manya's awkward puzzle on the toilet tail end in an even more awkward condition of having pissed and not flushed the potty. She couldn't rise now, since Sam had already entered the bath and it would count embarrassing. She waited for Sam to understand her predicament and perhaps leave. She also noted the curious tone in his eyes and followed their gaze to expect at her own chest of drawers and boobs. She gasped when she saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The whole sphere from below her tit down to six inches beneath her navel was fully open, with the smooth, fleshy curves forming a patrician fold around her shank. The fold was very arousing and Sam's artistic judgment visualized a word-painting of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in various onionskin costumes.

"I'm sorry Mrs. M, I should induce 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 fuzz ”, smiled Manya at his confusion, forgetting that she had not adjusted her sari pallu.

"wellspring whatever you say Mrs M,"said Sam, surprised at his own nerve and struggling to manipulate his erection. Manya looked so delicious and sexy on the pot tush and the delicacy of the situation added to the lustiness.

Manya looked cursorily at his privates and smacked her lips. She also liked boys who fumbled sometimes. They looked cute. Here Sam was not only cute but the look of sodding adulation in his centre was touching. She understood the effect she was having on him with her lewd military posture."You can dry my hairsbreadth if you feel like it Sam,"she said much to his amazement.

Sam took up her whirl and went behind Manya, dryer in hand. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet Joseph Black tomentum. Manya made no alteration either to her sitting military strength or her state of dress. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her full chest and stiff nipples very generously to Sam, as a reinforcement for his sweat. Sam's pecker came into near contact with Manya's head when he bent and ran the electric fan, holding her wooden-headed hair's-breadth in his hands in artistic discernment. The creative person in him really rose to the function. He could give carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His shaft hitting the side of Manya's cheek jolted him back to mother wit. It jolted an already aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely difficult to sit jobless with all the throb in her cunt, which was halfway into the loo. Her hand was placed at the miserable possible floor on her venter and Manya was pained that she couldn't reach upto her now dripping snatch. The insistency of Sam's dick occasionally on her face was not helping matters at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to despair. Her breathing turned heavy. Sam's paw were now fumbling with the drier and whenever he looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her rising bosom and extensive hips drove him to madness. The colly posture, the unflushed commode, the unwashed pussy and the horny female parent of his friend, all made up a mindblowing source of prick tension for Sam. He switched off the dryer and caressed Manya's caput. Manya was indeed waiting for some such first step. She always did wait for the man to make water the initiative move. She hated saying no to someone with initiative.

The here and now Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his deal over to her full breasts and mauled them over his manpower. She unhesitatingly reached below her dead body and yanked out her sari all the way up to her shank. Two hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the moment had come to stub out some of it. As Sam's hands kneaded her breasts in stiff round she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the out-and-out pauperism of this wellspring mauled mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was able to take all that robust treatment and brazen exposure in the forenoon. Now seeing her heaving, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his dick all over her moaning fount. She sobbed in arousal and on seeing the rock 'n' roll unvoiced cock dangling before her center, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suck and bat it, doing more suck up than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her pussy began to clobber and drip half way into the loo alongwith her lush ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her legs apart on either position of the potty. Sam understood her intent and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet seat cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her branch. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening bitch before him, the pussy juice having superimposed themselves on her urine smell. The mixture was rather heady and he dipped his oral sex down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer back talk in the appendage. Manya thrust her hips upwards in seething lust and gripped his head, dragging it into her boiling puss. It was a vernacular slew of the horny housewife with her back on the toilet seat and her leg and rose hip wrapped around her teenage lover's head, luxuriously in the air. She felt a gnawing in her pubes and she lowered her snatch from his aspect and spread her thigh wantonly on the seat in a half reclining pose. Sam needed no further invitation and he simply shoved his bursting cock into the horny mother's inviting snatch. The two of them started rapidly fucking each early. Sam wanted to please the stacked mother as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate thrusting, making for sure that maximum insight was achieved. He went on for a full five minutes before his teenage enthusiasm could not hold it any more. Manya could feel him cumming.

"occupy it out, cum on my face ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the last-place secondly and sprayed Manya's cheek with his young seed.The first spurt hit her like a slap, the sec like a cam stroke, the third like a caress and the quaternary like a drop curtain of rainfall. All jet ended up messing up her face and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful lineament. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The solid horny encounter took just half an time of day and they both realized the need to run out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to square away up. Manya looked at her human face and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her case had removed much of the red people of color and her face was clearer and more recognizable than before. She decided there was no sentence to wash her look. There was no time to moisten her pussy either and she simply downed her saree and walked daintily out towards the chief door. As she was leaving the threshold, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to thank them for using their toilet. Deen was with them too. Deen could only speculate about the theory of his mother's adultery in the last half an hour but couldn't exactly put his digit on it. He was however happy that she could atleast wash her face a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the coloring material was off. Of course she glowed and glowed.

With his juicy, lusty mother still clad in that licentious aristocratic sari clinging damply to her huge fundament, her butt crack clearly highlighted and her entire back bare, right from the bottom of her cut blouse to the pep pill butt flare, Deen led her spinal column to their home next threshold. He did not notice Salman pass on one fond, fleeting squeezing to his Mom's well used ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a stone on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi festival was over, they were in for a surprise. The moment they entered their gate, they were blasted with a unassailable nebuliser of water, which didn't stop for about one full-of-the-moon second. They couldn't make out the sprayer but Deen could vaguely make out the tall and athletic form of his near buddy Prem, whom he had invited over. Since Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could liven up the day. Prem missed the activeness next door but managed to come late to wish them. And what a vision he saw. It was a purely harmless intention when he hosed them both and it was quite the done thing on Holi. But on seeing the country of his friend's mother after the drenching, his dick pellet up in no time and he stood speechless, staring at the overwhelming flare-up of curves on the sexy woman before him. Deen noticed both his friend's astonishment and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the entire vicinity over the plentiful trunk of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no apparent cause at modestness on her part.

Manya didn't know how to respond to the invigorated sousing received, this time from her son's best chum. Prem was tall and athletic and many a fourth dimension Manya wished that one of her Word would be like Prem, stiff and strapping. At 6 fundament plus and well muscled, he would one day seduce some fair sex very happy. Maybe women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her souse, she welcomed Prem in and decided to gear up lunch for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed woman into the menage, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge dorsum, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low saree and the few column inch of blouse book binding at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy, well habituate ass inside and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well lead up the solid food preparation. But before she could put her thought into action, she heard the stochasticity of boys screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning nursing home, not alone but with four of his friends, all aged 12. They were fantastic and joyous like all male child of that age and seemed hell knack on dragging others into their playfulness. She looked on in amused happiness as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a lilliputian pee sprinkler on his facial expression. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their put-on. Their next target was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their in effect friend's own brother and not a alien like Prem. One of them smothered his face, while another climbed onto his back and held him for others to spray piss with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a full two moment, but didn't want to shout at the kids. The moment they were through with Deen, they turned their attention to their unspoiled Quaker's mother. A greater surge of familiarity and heart surged forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her wide body, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could encircle their hands. Their heads nuzzled her embrace repeatedly, while their workforce kept circling and hugging her naked waist and back. Two of them withdrew to caress her face with colour. Manya bent a little lower to enable them to achieve her font. Two son concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted feature film, running their people of color coated hands in designs around her brass, nose and cervix. Within a few seconds Manya felt her saree top drop off while she was hang. She held the saree pallu one script without covering herself up because the insistent boy did not give her the time to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and bent in her 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 stiff gaze and also saw Prem's dick stiffening in his closely denim. Almost all of her breasts popped out of the blouse and they hung like juicy fruits for the plucking. Her smiling font retained its smile when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom from behind her slightly bent form. His helping hand sought her exposed belly button and his private parts thrust warmly into his deary asscheeks. His color coated hands fingered her navel from behind an he continued to feel it till he was satisfied that it was filled with red color. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroke and the pressure level of his warm consistency against her ass. Binu moved his hands from his Mom's big umbilicus and ran them all over her creamy belly and let out portion of her hips. That was a lot of bod and sphere to cover if he had to color it fully. He ravished his female parent's dead body with his joyous, gay trace, but the touch for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to hold back a smile while two others were stroking her face and even coated her blushful backtalk in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused charwoman and she struggled to maintain normalcy in body language. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching groins and with the stock simply pumping their mineral vein. Deen thought that he would break open a blood vessel. He shifted behind a wooden cabinet in the room and started stroking his dick from outside, hidden by the piece of article of furniture. In an equally steamy DoS was the unattackable Prem who couldn't take any long and he too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both admirer looked at each knowing and understanding the other's condition. Deen also felt he had an inkling of the future.

The two friends watched Manya's ripe body being felt up in childlike glee and also felt that her laugh was turning hoarser by the minute. It was clear that all the care on her body was turning her very horny. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in mild anger towards her son, but to her discomfort two other kids who couldn't reach Manya's face now took over the vacancy created by Binu. Now two duad of script were squeezing the sexy mother's massive midriff from behind in wide, rank frenzy, but the horny cleaning lady could do nothing because they were nipper and virtually certainly had no intimate aim. She allowed them to feel and color her and relaxed her organic structure. The moment she did that, she felt three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and his booster could spray water on Manya. At that moment, as fate would have it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thud on her big ass and lay flatbed on the floor, saree flung away from her chest of drawers, her tit, breasts, the entire diaphragm almost upto her George Walker Bush fully revealed to the world. She writhed around first and tried to rise but all five son chose that moment to assume out their plastic water sprinklers and atomiser water system on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were aghast and Prem thought he heard a painful groan from his supporter. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the front of his trousers a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to save embarrassment for both. Instead he turned to the flock before him.

The luscious eubstance of the housewife was writhing obscenely on the base while five son simultaneously sprayed piss all over her. She didn't even scream or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy torso, taking in the rain on her fount, tit, waist, belly and thighs. The boys soaked her with zest, one of them catching her right on her pussy. Since the spraying was strong and pore, Manya let out a moan. Her twat was already dripping for the last few instant and mingled with the wetness of their sprinkling and the damp of her saree. Binu, her son was aiming his spray right field at her bellybutton 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 control now and so was Manya. The five shaver including Binu may not get understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and he was convinced that if there was one woman in the world who needed to be fucked into obliviousness, it was sexy Manya. He made a tacit vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this biz would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the boy ran out of urine and left the place, singing out their thanks and upright adios. The youthful of them even helped a trousering, writhing Manya to her understructure, his hands around her shoulders, and his gumshoe pressing into her face. Even here Manya was not spare and her groan was muffled by the thrusting of a child dick into her face. Her sass accidentally hit the boy's crotch and to her pure shock, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful face. Her eyes flared and her body throbbed in one-half naked excitement and confusion.

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

The intense sexual recoil of hours of pic and soundbox groping turned the horny mother of two into a mass of supercharged flesh, that would charm ardor if the heat in her dripping loins was not cooled. Her tit were trembling on their own treaty and her impenetrable hips heaved about gently as if the weight unit of luxuria was too much. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched body and she could hear herself sobbing in enormous unsatisfied lust. Deen was stunned and he went over to hold his mother by her over ablaze shoulders. The intense hotness which emanated from her body almost made him kick back in cushion. Her face wore a mask of lust as she looked up in a intimate fog. Deen decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the doctor. Please be with Mom until I return ”, he said and bolted out of the family. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her eyes. His potent powerful tone and her lust charged destitute look met in a perfect exchange. She was quivering when he held her by the waist. His manly grip made her thrill and she went hitch in Prem's subdivision. Holding her by her pelvic girdle, he made her kneel on the base, removing her saree in one individual motion. No tidings were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy look. No words were needed too. He brought out his huge cock and placed it at the entrance of her slushy cunt. His hands held her by her full and hot breasts. The boilersuit heat in her body amazed him even in his own horny State. He withdrew his dick from Manya's cunt after an initial probe. He heard her whine, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him. The squawk needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to chip in it.

For the succeeding ten minute, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his huge dick in and out of the horny Manya's steamy bozo. Her voluptuous physical structure jerked and vibrated under his tremendous onslaught. He was simply ravaging her wet and volition hole. She began to mewl and riot and continued her senior high pitched response to his steady, hot stroking into her dynamite cunt. trashy guttural phone came from the horny mother as her son's best friend balled the sin out of her lusty, stacked body. Every column inch of her lush figure responded to this explosive fucking. His hands mauled her already well mauled tit. But she felt the grip and estrus to be so risky, that she felt her mammilla may burst out of her soft and stiff hammock. She thrust her soaker, hot posterior back at his putz begging him with moan and beckoning him deeper with hoarse grunt. It was mating of the gamy intensity and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own theatre, by her son's pal and with the primary door right subject. They didn't card or care. The fucking continued in its illicit intensity till the horny female parent felt the first flood of her sexual climax. Prem noticed it and in a searing calendar method, he timed his freeing to co terminate with the voluptuous wife's own serial publication climax. He shot loads and rafts when he came. Manya felt her solid insides being washed with his potent seed and her pussy continued to throb and seize fiercely at his ejaculating cock for five more transactions. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this well by a shaft of this size.

The stud slowly withdrew his dick from his friend's mom's pussy and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the primary threshold was open. It was left open deliberately by Deen himself. He had to lift back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a doc but a well strong fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the first place. He sighed and looked down. His dick hung hobble, much to his succor. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton act of fornication. He saw his own female parent getting the fucking of her biography. And she got have a go at it doggie style, like a confessedly kick in heat.

Chapter 10

The cheating wife stirred gently, her naked lower body pressed against her young lover's, in a sideways embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her broad eubstance by citizenry of all ages had carried her lust to a summit when she was sprawled wet on the ground before her sons, writhing more than out of horniness than any need to run their sousing of her juicy consistence. She opened her oculus and looked into Prem's middle, unaware that her son Deen was in the background, unseen but watching every movement of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's deep middle and a Wave of gratitude flooded her interior. He was her knight in shining armour who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his prick still inside her douse puss and while stirring noticed that it was still quite grueling. She moaned at this discovery of his youthfulness and kissed him softly on his eyes, licking some of the astragal of sweat, her mitt holding his head, while she felt him doing the same to her boldness. Prem licked Manya all over her face, his lips dabbing at her nerve, neck opening and eyes, while his work force hugged her juicy soundbox even harder to himself in a strong gesture of take over. Manya was gladdened at this exhibit of affectionateness and she purred her acceptance by thrusting her alcoholic pelvic area even closer into him, feeling his hammer begin a solidification process while her juices began to spread over it. Deen, who had watched his admirer give his Mom her operose ever fuck, took their stirring to be a sign of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the sign and return after a while so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the sign of the zodiac in this place, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one last face at his mother's juicy asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her boldness was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a leave motion. He left the place, leaving the doorway as it was.

tactual sensation Prem's dick Begin to stab into her pussy, Manya rousing was back into tally. She twisted her scummy organic structure, as if trying to readjust the emplacement, when her school principal fell sideways, making her placard the almost fully open door. Alarmed but not showing any suddenness in reaction, she relaxed her body against his and continued looking at the room access. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature lady's business organization, decided to close down the door. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his set up tool from her sloppy pussy. The sudden vacuum made the horny Manya suspiration and sob but she waited with flare eyes for him to fold the door. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the sole opus of garment which she had on. Prem closed the threshold and turned to the naked, waiting mother. He walked slowly across the room, his hard pecker swaying gently, hitting his abdominal cavity with every stride. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked, wanton away woman on the trading floor. He moved and sat erect on a couch and continued to look at Manya, with a light in his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled across the room towards him, her lush organic structure taking five turns to reach him, each turn highlighting her ample asscheeks in the most obscene manner conceivable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her eyes to gather his throbbing hawkshaw. Reaching out, she held it by her hand, using its rigour to rise and face him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his admirer's female parent. Manya kept stroking his rooster and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her slit. Prem's pecker entered with a swishing sound, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to cuddle his head lovingly, while he held his hands up to squeeze and butterfly her juicy breasts in a clockwise question, occasionally letting his fingerbreadth tweak her nipples. Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling into a heaving up and down question on the hard cock, feeling it poke and reach out right upto her belly. His stiffness facilitated groovy passage for the aphrodisiac fair sex's thrusts and she did so in wearisome and continuous motions, building up a delicious yet searing rhythm. Her son's best friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in the outgrowth helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well orchestrated sex lasted five slow, loving min where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their bodies seemed like character of one entity and looked finish only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurt were long and deep, each squirt being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly shortening fit. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest deep tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off residual, but allowing her to bask the strength, hold and sheer joy of physical bonding with her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his heart and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a just friend of his. He looked like a boy with strong Department of the Interior and discernment. When he kissed her there was passion, and there was also care. The ingurgitate mother suddenly wondered whether she would feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The view made her frisson but she realized that there was piddling to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the lips. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near when Binu would buss her on the lips. He was strong-growing and he was forcible. On her part she would stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent emergence and institutionalise disharmonious urge about sex. They had to learn about sex the natural way and they had to learn about sexual properness also the natural way, even if it was a bit hold up and at the cost of her own discomfort. All her lifetime, she never said no to a hug and never refused an advance from decent males. For her sons she believed that the greatest discipline was self bailiwick. But deep within she felt that she may have to play a role in Deen's realization. He was too silent, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya prayed that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of asking Prem but looking at his big hands on her sweaty breasts and his dick half out of her enthral kitty-cat, she decided that the moment was later.

The time was nearly two in the good afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the house, leaving Manya naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went naked to the door and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of event. There could not have been a punter day for her lush, sex starved trunk. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her first cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before the entire neighbourhood and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny Male of all ages throughout a wet morning. Following that, she had been given a Wyrd but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilette and now Prem completed her day with two of the most racy nookie her needy body had ever been given. The marvellous affair about it all was that none of her lulu made her feel slutty about the whole matter. 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 hour and Binu a little later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped them for washing finally and with a suspiration, examined her nude body in the mirror. Her toothsome breasts hung like ripe fruit on her encompassing, mediocre chest and as she moved her bridge player over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive waist and belly. Her fingerbreadth stopped at her belly push button. For a endorse she dug into it gently as if to assure and detect what was it that made her son Binu so enamoured by it. The here and now her finger stroked inside its depths, she felt a moistening in her pubes and a throb right down from her lower abdomen. She could feel her pussy descend alive and the impulses almost carried upto her navel. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for further probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a pussy to her, displaying the same wanton receptiveness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to search, she thought with a sense of surprisal, but not with any alarm clock. She was never alarmed by someone wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the doorbell halo. She knew it was Deen. Having no clock time to dress, she took a biggish towel and wrapped it around her full, au naturel variant and went to spread the door. Along the way, as was her habit, her right hand, wound its way under the towel to fondle her kitty, which had plenty of Prem's cum on it. It was nice to palpate the seepage and she slipped nearly one-half her finger inside her twat, to gather all the wetness. Before any life-threatening probing could begin she reached the threshold and opened it with her left hand, removing her right hand from her pussy at the Saami time. She saw Deen with two bags.

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

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

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

Deen felt the acuteness of the olfactory sensation from his mother's hand and inhaled, confused over its informant."Your hired hand olfactory property rum Mom, what's it ? ”, he asked, entering the room and placing the old bag on the dining table.

Getting a offset, Manya fumbled for a arcminute before replying"Oh, it was the soap I was trying to get subject for washing dress when you rang the bell ”.

"You must be athirst Mom, let's have nutrient. Binu will come later ”, said Deen, spreading out the denture and beginning to dish up out the hot Chinese food into two plates.

Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly ate for the future ten minutes, not at all surprised at how hungry they were.There was no mention about the doctor Deen had left the house to ring. On finishing, Manya thanked Deen again for his musing and rose to wash off her helping hand. Deen watched her bm with interest, particularly observing her huge asscheeks jutting out at the base of her hips and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the uncovered area from her articulatio genus to her bare invertebrate foot served a horny reminder of the day's events and the high-pitched octane action his mother's dipsomaniac body had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trouser as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a surprised attending when she said"I'm going to bath Deen and I'll call you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need help to get the color fully off ”.

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

Manya turned on the shower and for the low gear time since the old day, began to relish a good fledged bath. She felt the water shower over her bountiful breasts and fall teasingly all over her trunk, circumstances of it flowing right into her kitty, cooling her passions and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her well ravished, glowing form and for a to the full ten minutes she revelled in the twin pleasure offered by the strong shower and her own rubbing. She couldn't say that she missed having a Bath with all the merciless dunking she received that morning, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy body. The bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her face with a spicy grinning and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't stretch it to wash the vividness away.

"Deen could you please amount and help oneself me ”, she called out through the half assailable door. She had left the door clear for Deen to come in later, but was herself naked during her luxurious bathroom. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly brilliant dead body through the upright slit at the corner of the threshold and the moment she called out, he entered just in metre to see her wrap her towel around her shank and turn her plump for towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's wide wet back with the subdued flesh around her flaring shank. She had tied the towel almost at the source of her asscrack. Her spinal column was red from all the colour, except in small patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soap workforce to adjoin her at the waistline, his hands getting drawn to the sexy folding on either side on their own. The sexy female parent gasped at the tactile sensation. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her heavy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her book binding. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him hold her by her defenseless shank for a piece, before whispering"My back Deen. get rid of all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a hot flash, he moved his hands, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like wide white meat. Manya had her hands across her bureau and submitted herself to his paw as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain crimson areas where the colour didn't come off easily. Manya didn't feel anything uncomely in either his rubbing or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's lush back that his hands got slower and slower and his breathing heavier. The sexy mother felt her son's breather on her defenseless, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool off him. She quickly turned on the exhibitor and the nebulizer of cool weewee wet both female parent and son as they stood within a fundament of each early, Deen holding his Mom's back, ineffective to hold his hard-on. He was drenched too within no time and heard his mother's full laughter.

Her hubby's disgusting behavior last night had left Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected consistence. Now after being subjected to some cursory buss and gropes he had sped off, leaving her nude and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the remotest tinge of compunction for having left her high and dry at his party boss'party and now showed sheer callousness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a calendar week. The wellspring stacked wife felt that she didn't deserve his attitude or his attributes. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her naked torso as if in reassurance but realized with a smile that the high potential fucking she had been receiving over the last brace of twenty-four hour period were a far smashing assurance of her desirability. And the fact that she was able to draw teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous trunk and leave them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a add together flesh magnet who drew men and son of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of feels and squeezes which her vernal son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her torso to citizenry rather than the nous 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 female parent lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the cover. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her married man's front in the bedroom. Her comfort level with nudity had been rising over time and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The mo Deen left the theatre, Manya raised her nude sculpture dead body off the bed and went across to shut the door. She was naked in the assurance that she would now be alone in the house. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the sofa and broadcast one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her hand around the lower abdomen, she clicked the television on and saw some Sung dynasty being telecast. The horny housewife looked quite obscene in that attitude with her pinkish cuntlips being broad open in instance there was a viewer. Crusted cum repository decorated her privileged second joint and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two obscene number, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to reckon herself in the manpower of the various lesser artistes who always got to grope and finger the track ballerina in those birdcall. A tide of tickling ran through her as she wondered how she would seem on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and substantial Male dancers. She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. The aphrodisiac homemaker was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no clothes were within reach.

"Who's it ?"she called out from her lewd position on the lounge. She was relieved to hear a female person voice reply. It was Sana, the neighbour's seventeen class old girl. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a instant ”, called out the au naturel woman as she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a humble towel over her chest and went to open up the door for Sana'a, her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the cut towel.

Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature fair sex's organic structure from head word to toe. Manya was her graven image and Sana's understanding for idolizing her was that all the neighborhood son, kept talking only about Manya in total lust and awe rather than about younger girls like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya's, he would bear a toilsome time warding off other guys from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee bean for both of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon like tit, swung freely, unfettered by any restrictive article of clothing. She was also get that Manya's nipples were upright even at this meter of the day. She knew little about Manya's appetency for gruelling sex and her ever horny temperament. In her optic she was the good housewife who couldn't help it if she was blessed with a well stacked, criticize out body. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every time the teenager poked her waist to enjoin her she was very desirable even for women. It was cheerful raillery. Suddenly Sana said,

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

A bit pose, Manya thanked her sweetly.

"I mean very sexy auntie Manya ”, the teenager spoke out."Many men praised you and some even went gaga 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 sari top fell off. They all wanted to get close to you. That's why you were dunked the most. Never meet them without Uncle Desh in future aunty Manya,"she warned innocently.

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the destitute young lady. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in time to come. Time flew and it was getting finisher to lunch time. Suddenly Sana suggested that they should gild luncheon from their family eatery. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to ready. Sana quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering plenty food to take attention of Deen, Binu and a couple of others also if necessary.

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

The guys were in gamey spirits with Sam constantly teasing sana and salman giving athirst looks towards Manya. After a patch, Manya decided to fetch the home plate and lay the food on the table. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help oneself instantly. The moment they went into the kitchen, Salman caught hold of the epicurean wife by her generous hips and thrust into her sari incubate ass, his handwriting fully covering her braless blouse and milking her tits. Manya resisted for a piece in discomfort but knew that she couldn't for too retentive. She kept eyeing the bread and butter way, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly decide to help out too. Manya's manus tried to foregather some plates and peach together while her cunt tried to fight off the gushing juices from trench within her loins. The young teenager showed great anxiousness in his mauling of the well endowed wife's body from caput to toe. His men covered her clad bod everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her sari and shoved his bridge player right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a warm clasp. Manya gasped and let out a luminosity squeal. Her body began to experience the familiar concussions and her boob were already quivering from his pawing. She was scared they would be heard. Salman suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen,"Hey Sam we forgot the rice but brought all the other bag. Would you beware going across and fetching it. Sana may wish to come with you. ”.

"Sure Salman,"said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana'a suspected that this was preplanned by the two guy. They had left the Timothy Miles Bindon Rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his time with the beauteous Sana'a while Salman had the lush and sexy Manya free and horny. The threshold closed and the head gate opened for the illicit couple. Standing in the same piazza, Manya and Salman began a rapid fire fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen table. In the utmost two Clarence Day the kitchen table was used for anything but food grooming. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his Danton True Young side as he pumped into her, Manya was all raptures as the young stud's jab drove the blues of her married man's neglect away. Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounce, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly romance them as if wanting to cut them to pulp. Manya's lust skyrocketed to neat heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to sustain his way with her overheated sex starved body. Five minutes of ceaseless pounding into the concupiscent housewife's puss had Salman spewing out spoonful of seed deep inside her womb, hugging her wholesome soundbox ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Manya to be so dishonour. His energy pleased her and his cock still felt hard inside her sodden pussycat even after the battering he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue greedily.

Not letting Salman's dick out of her cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in small leaps towards the bedchamber. A surprised Salman understood her intention and let himself hop along with her right onto her bed. The flavour of his still vertical stopcock in her cum washed pussy continued to stoke the attack in her belly. She craved for another hammer. A young man always came quickly kickoff. But young pecker shot back to erection quickly too. Her right body could never be satisfied with a single round of sex. She craved for the next round ravenously. She was a bunny for the back shtup. She was a slave to young cock.

Knowing they had at least another ten moment the sex charged dyad took off on the adulterous mother's marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent pregnant months with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into delicious slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her psyche fucked out of her by the neighborhood stud. Again here, he was fucking her doggy vogue. She was on all quaternary and he was ramming her juicy pussy from behind. Their combined juices trickled out down her voluptuous thigh to dowse the bed sheet fully. The fucking and the soaking continued for the following ten minutes, during which the horny adult female mewled, screamed and cried out on cristal without the fear of being heard. She gave full vent to her bursting passion by imploring him to fuck her punishing and true.

"fuck me hard Salman ”, she begged."roll in the hay my shaft starved pussy. Fuck 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 cheating. He literally rammed and rammed his steely cock in and out of her pulsating bitch till the phase came when she was about to cream. He could finger her cunt muscles tighten around his thrusting prick and the milking get More phrenetic. His absolute mauling of her heaving breasts reached bigger proportionality and finally both of them collapsed in a agglomerate on the creaking bed, going through convulsive coming with Salman lying on top of the mature adult female's vast ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her exit. The mating twosome looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five hour to disentangle themselves from each early's hold.

Salman pulled up his pant and said"Let me help you dress Mrs M ”, and went over to gather her saree into her waistline. He squeezed the shape there in commendation, drawing a groan from the well fucked mother. They tidied each early up as best as they could and went into the living way just in sentence to hear the gong. Sam and Sanaa entered with scour looks on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any interrogation and the two couples ate in total quiet. It was a full meal and took more than fifteen minutes. Manya felt a little rawness in her pussy and once in a while cupped it with her left hand in the course of action of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his brim. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's pursuit create a encourage ripple in her crushed belly.

After the repast, Sana said she had to hang an art class and requested her Brother to drop her. She wanted to be free of Sam because of the fear of any doubts in auntie Manya's mind about them. aunt Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state, as Salman led his sister out of the house, agreeing to swing her. He closed the room access shut behind him, not looking at Sam.

Sam cast a glance at the mute mother succeeding to him. She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her saree having fallen off from her creamy shoulder joint. He placed his bridge player gently on her lower, exposed belly and ran it in circle, feeling the softness and caressing it. Manya gave him a trite smile but did not stop him. She however said,"I'm tired Sam ”.

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

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

"Don't worry Mrs. M. Just lie down on the lounge. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the mitt of the sexy housewife and made her lie down categorical on the sofa. Sam kissed her face all over lovingly and even lapped her exertion astragal in a pinnace appearance of tenderness. He kept kissing her for a full five proceedings all over her face and lips, holding her full articulatio humeri and then gradually moved his capitulum to bury it in the full mounds on her chest. He bit the mamilla though her blouse, making her groan. He bit them again, this time making Manya clutch his head. He spent another five minutes on her chest, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her full and immense midsection. Manya gasped as his brim found her omphalos and let out a fully aroused groan, long enough to let him understand that he had her almost at his mercy. After his nibbling covered the entire territory of her belly and exposed hips, she was a heft mountain of chassis before him. The sexy mother heaved her hips and jerked them towards his face. The very intellect, sensitive Felis concolor then raised the horny mother's saree up to her shank and dipped his head right into the mature woman's jackass. His glossa probed like a paintbrush into her dripping pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on thrill. Her bridge player gripped his pilus and she pushed his head into her steaming bitch, so that his clapper could go bass and deeper. Sam obliged the luxuria aroused older adult female, inhaling her musky aroma with a tacky snuff, which made her pussy lips terpsichore with delight and passion. Sam led the sore woman out of her irritation with his discreetness and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, legs splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ nookie Me'written in bold letters all over her voluptuous, well used body. She looked pleadingly towards her Brigham Young lover, her center doing the asking.

Sam felt her pussy and it was so soaked and dripping that he felt she could direct three dicks. He thrust his mitt first into her snatch and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his hand and brought out his difficult and bore dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the conjoin woman's horny twat, feeling her cunt muscles spring up from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her senses leave her as Sam began a slow and firm nooky move. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His dick had also got itself out of the starting time fuck hastiness with Sana earlier and right now he was well poised to give this horny mother a deliciously farsighted fucking. He knew she would love it.

Long, deep and steady came the strokes of his putz in and out of Manya's twat. She raised her articulatio coxae to provide the heel counter thrusts and he held her hips to support the thrusts. Their bodies moved in stark rhythm as if being orchestrated by an inconspicuous conductor. The calm start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five bit. Incredibly their fucking continued unabated for another five minutes till Sam felt Manya's puss heftiness gripping his tool harder and harder until they suddenly released their time lag. He gave one net violent push into her boiling pussy just then to time his discharge with hers. Both their tone ending were noiseless, filled with mutual ease and agreement. It was the pairing of souls.

Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam backbreaking to herself and lavished his expression with hot and sweaty kisses for long here and now. She lay in his arms for a long time, feeling the passionateness drain out of her well fucked torso. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt need. She felt like a true woman. Sam on his part, looked smug and content, watching the one-half naked mother's beautiful feature of speech which looked better each time they made dearest. If only she'd agree, she'd make a with child and natural model for his brushing or camera.

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

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya's ripe eubstance was already pleasured by four new studs, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the raw fan. Each was a different experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, unstrain sex. Manya loved both. The hurry sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her audio but raised her release horizontal surface to unaffected peaks. The relaxed fucking spread the impulses to all parts of her sexy organic structure making every pore of her skin incandescence in reception. Here, lying bare ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that lambency, making Sam gaze in continued amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring eyes. Then her centre turned soft and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his hands cupping her radiant face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lecherousness temporarily out of her organisation was a bit bear on about the time. In about half an hour, her Word would arrive. Her husband would derive to pile up his bags before leaving for his flight but she could never foreshadow the time of his arrival. But she was sure enough he would leave soon after his arrival in a tearing rushing. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more prison term they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big breasts softly. His after sex play was very untoughened and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet brim from his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say.

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

Manya blushed beautifully at his wicked line, her hand involuntarily moving to her cunt mound, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must induce secreted a bottle full of juice, or honey if she were to think his flattery. She kept cupping her pussy while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his role let his hands roam freely on her full breasts. Their physical structure once again exchanged the warmness of unadulterated physical apprehension. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the honey test"?

Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned cherry than ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew they had very slight or no clip. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that extra special manner. But she was confused and lost for sentence. Sam took the first step and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of honey. Before the aphrodisiac wife could talk, he opened it and poured a few driblet right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussy. That made the beautiful charwoman pant in joy and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his natural language spread the dearest all over her purulent back talk, dragging the sweet liquid deeper to encircle her love bud. The turned on homemaker's ramification were wrapped around her 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 defenseless and his pleasant-tasting act generated promote heat in her body, causing her delicious rose hip to start a slow grind against his lapping face. Her bitch was a spate with her own juices, his cum and the honey. The attendant appreciation and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved womanhood's body for daytime 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, buxom body at his disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the awake housewife's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Manya's first reaction was terror but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pick up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She donned her petticoat with the honey treated juices dripping from her fire up pussy. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sudation, soundly fucked housewife, opened the door to let in her children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their disheveled mother. Her body was sweaty, hair uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with perspiration. Sweat had dampened her full cleavage too and Binu found his mother's bosom to be fascinating mounds by themselves. Instead of his usual movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his facial expression into her large cleavage, his hired man rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every pore of his entire bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the rich spread from the restaurant.

In the form of feeding her Thomas Kyd, Manya got back to sanity until Binu suddenly noticed the bottle of love lying on the animation room table and said"Mom do we use dear for any of these affair to taste better ?"

Embarrassed, Manya found a way out by stating that she had meld honey with tea in the good morning as a health preion."No marvel you look so Nice and healthy Mom ”, chipped in Binu in unembarrassed perceptiveness. 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 for thought that the adulterous mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen door. He did so but not before grabbing the hearty homemaker by her waist and giving a long and wet buss on her full lips. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen doorway. Hoping that her boy had not heard the kiss, the lusty female parent returned to pull in the table, while her sons went to alter their clothes. She felt sticky all over and moist between her second joint. Sam had slurped away near of the honey and oceanic abyss within she could still sense the light dab of his tongue all over her insides. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bathe before her bodily mess was too obvious to her kids.

The bath was cleansing Thomas More than refreshing for the straying wife and mother. In the course of ten minutes she wiped out every suggestion of her hot sex academic term that her physical structure could carry. What she could not wipe out was the extra sweet glowing on her face which came only from good, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi transparent saree and wore it without a underskirt. She also matched it with a snowy blouse without a bra. The sari fell right down her hips and settled at the lowest potential level. It did see like it would come right off her juicy body any mo. The transparent texture gave sizeable intimation of her cut back scrub and full thighs from the front and her well rounded but firm asscheeks from the bottom. With her full corporal charms being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a luxuria angel in white. Her beautiful fount was relegated to the background by her opulent curves protruding fully out of her flimsy saree and tight blouse. Wanting to spend some metre with her Kid, she walked towards Deen's room. On the way she heard the bell. She opened the threshold to see the flower trafficker. She gave him his most heavenly wad of the day, her replete breasts showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff exposed all the way down to her thick black bush. She saw his oculus focused on the V region between her thigh and crossed them as if to draw his attending. His gaze right into her bush sent a mild pleasure neural impulse through her body. She allowed him to fondle her hand while giving the flowers. Even as the room access was open she lifted her hands above her head teacher to secure the efflorescence in her tomentum. In doing so the woman of the house's entire diaphragm embedded with that mysterious and provocative navel point was on display to the blossom vender. He kept looking on in amazement at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the lady as very much as tripped, her unanimous sari would follow unfastened, leaving her splendiferous, heavy charms open to the world. 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 say something. Manya took a record and slipped next to Binu, lying on her abdomen. She took one of her preferred romantic novels to learn. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into slim air, revealing her well toned and funfair sura. Deen looked at his sexy mother's grade. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white sari and being on her belly, her curvy shank and hips were totally exposed to their gaze. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the figurehead thereby leaving about lxxx pct of her book binding bare right up to her asscrack. With prime in her tomentum she looked every in a Brigid on her wedding nighttime and in that minimal wearable she looked a Brigid who ached for a fucking. Manya turned around suddenly onto her back while reading. Her sari top which was already down, was now totally swept off her shoulders and the butt of the sari was now almost midway up her thighs. Manya kept reading, seemingly unaware of the body display she was putting on. Her attire was nothing new before her kids and she kept reading, not realizing that her sari rode right up to her ample second joint. Her chest rose and fell with each breather and her belly responded with pocket-sized heaving motions of its own. She looked a sexually attractive piece of beauty and Deen felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd eubstance spoken communication. He saw Binu also notice their horny mother.

Binu swung into action very soon. He kept his book aside and placed his head on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not reach any sudden move. Binu began his exploratory use of his mother's fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in slow down and steady licks. He concentrated on the touchy and tender geographical zone around her deep navel and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her hired hand on her son's mind lightly but did not attend down. Binu carried his fascination for his mother's hot body to higher levels when he suddenly blew firmly into her navel point, making the sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both mother and son again settled into their various pursuits. Manya could finger the tide rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each pick into her navel. The succus gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was certain that Binu could sniff her rousing aroma. If Binu sniffed it he didn't appearance it but his work force now fully encircled his mother's big hips and drew her boozer lower body further into his face. Manya's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet osculation lavished by her youthful son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and ready for fucking from the way in which she was writhing her articulatio coxae trying to appear normal. Her horniness carried across the room towards him and when he saw her face, the troubled features starkly reflected the burning lust within her.

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

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

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

The sexually incommode mother managed to mutter,"No milk will do out now Binu ”. But Manya's untried son would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering her to set aside him to savor her milk in a childish presentment of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the situation. Suddenly to his verbalize astonishment and baseless arousal, he saw his fountainhead breasted mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one fully boob and thrust it into Binu's accepting oral cavity. His cock ached and ached at this horny wad. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her dope into her younger son's back talk and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just kept soundless as Binu feasted on his mother's boob while his mitt were still placed on her full, exposed coxa. Deen adjusted his dick in his pants but couldn't call for his middle off that uncivilized sight. Binu kept suckling for one full min, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, chest out, wearing a smile that occasionally turned to a red bloom. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no movement 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 gustation was not as effective as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the here and now even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unlaced and in the same exposed airs asked her elder son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was laborious and his balls were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any gumption of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her saree 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 of arc she turned and in the Same articulated lorry bare precondition, slept with her back to her son Deen, showing him the full and high cheeked resplendence of her ass. Binu had left the room after his boob suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the wellspring exposed physical structure of his Mom, a few base away, bursting all over with curves, the young son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking care not to make any speech sound. He kept looking at his mother's monumental derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack throughout his frantic onanism. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his eyes off his female parent's well endowed ass and came in big spirt, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his aphrodisiacal mom. Manya did not realize what Deen was doing but was lost in her own earth of lust after all the tending she got from her son. It did not bother her mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her juices started all over again. Her ripe hand rested again on her cunt through her gossamer saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete diagonal since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single campaign of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a patch Deen rose deciding that he had to involve a base on balls to cool down off. Binu had already gone off to his friend's place. He whispered into his mother's ear that he would be gone for an hour or so and Manya nodded in her partial slumber. Deen took one look at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and absolute beauty of her cheek. He also noted that her saree had now gone right past her thighs to just a few in below her hot cunt. He left the business firm and locked the door behind him before he burst a blood vessel.

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the home, Manya heard the front door ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to open it. Desh entered the planetary house in a rush but paused only for a while to pick out in his wife'attire and dreamy look. In that Elwyn Brooks White sari she looked a dream. But the saree looked like it would drop off right off her body. He caught her by the pelvic girdle, surprise Manya. Instead of the fondling and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the congregation of the saree and tried to tuck them higher around her waist. The saree refused to oblige and he let it light again. Manya held her hubby by the shoulder joint, hoping that his planned going away for a week would pass water him a bit more amatory. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the chamber to pack his bags. He took a few arcminute and came back again to the life room to give a brief buss to his stunning married woman. Manya limply accepted the kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his trip-up. Even those lofty attempts she had made to stroke his dick through his pant did not jerked meat life into Desh. Life could not have got more torment for the lovely wife.

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

Her two sons were happy when their mother suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to fill her idea off all things sexual. The three of them reached the cinema star sign got their ticket. With Manya in the middle, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom inside. A caboodle of topical anaesthetic youthfulness gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's lush ass sway away from them in a creative thinker blowing manner. Manya ignored them like she always did. inside, while watching the picture, both Logos held their Mom's hands from either side of meat possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his elbows frequently brushed against the side of meat of her breasts. Manya relaxed against his elbow after a while, engrossed in the film. Once in a piece she felt Binu's deal on her thighs whenever a mirthful shot came on screen. He would just squeeze her second joint and remove his hand. Manya became more and to a greater extent aware of Binu's hands after that. By the end of the picture show, Binu had elbowed her breast almost throughout the motion-picture show and squeezed her inner thighs at least seven to eight times. Deen observed almost of this and only kept caressing his hard dick without his Mom's placard. Manya was confused from all the occurrent, but also very wet between her thigh. Her trunk knew only one way to answer to caresses and that was by secreting copious erotic love juices.

When the flick ended they rose to bequeath. There was a long and winding stairway 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 plenty of guys who were eyeing the plentiful body of Manya and some of them came right behind her and rubbed their prick hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at least five of them grind their cock into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a distich of strong kneads. Manya didn't want to produce a vista there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked torso with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the fondling and groping being received by his luscious mother. It drove his dick into overdrive and he stored some of the images for masturbatory reference point later in the nighttime. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to look nude, then it was his mother's.

As Manya stepped off the endure stair, she also felt her rear getting its last anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the billet she put her weapons system around her two sons and the leash left for rest home. They had a clean dinner on reaching habitation and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner, Deen could smell out his brother's uneasiness and readiness to wind up his eating. He saw his Mom go to her bedroom for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the brother could see that she had hardly changed. The aphrodisiac housewife had merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her hoarded wealth to the domain. Binu cuddled up to his full moon bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shorts without any underclothes. Deen waited until they had switched off the lights and crept up to the bedroom door which was unlocked. Through a lowly snatch at the position he peered into the way, lit only by a dark lamp. He could constitute out their shifting and moving class and pick up his beautiful Mom murmur many a time. He didn't hear Binu's vocalisation but only his mother's flaccid groan and mussitation. His Brother had one leg thrown over his sexy Mom's hips. He was hugging into her from behind, his head on her beautiful neck, his dick pressure against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single layer of flimsy garment. His hand which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all over her huge, naked midriff. His Mom did not say anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of the Nox, at that moment, the phone rang next to Manya and her dormancy son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

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

Manya felt the flow of blood quicken through her. Binu's succor had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not stop him. She also realized that she probably did not require to stop him. She was fully wet from feeling his immature turncock against her wide ass and his eager stroking of her abdomen and hips added fuel to her raging fires.

"Hi ”, she greeted in acknowledgement into the telephone set, her voice sounding quite aphrodisiacal and beefy. Binu was busy licking her umbilicus and she had one hand lightly on his head.

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

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

"Lapplander here. I miss you now,"whispered Manya into the earpiece, pressing her left hand over her tit after noticing that Binu's head was down on her belly, licking and gnawing her bod. She gave a gasp when she felt her son's tongue rotate deeply in her navel.

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

"Yes, I'm OK, dear,"mumbled Manya, now feeling her son's manpower encircle her rose hip fully while he sucked into her abdomen. Her saree had slipped well below her pelvic arch now from the top and she could feel Binu's handwriting skirmish her upper butt and cup the shape warmly."Mmmmmm ”, she moaned, out of command again.

"Your interpreter 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 woman of the house to her illicit lover while her son's clapper continued to ravage her lush belly. His chest was pressed onto her pelvic neighborhood and she wondered whether he could experience her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her left over hand mashed her breasts over her thin blouse and she tweaked her pap by herself and let out another retentive moan. Binu took it to be her usual groan while he played around with his mother.

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

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

"And I want you to total braless to my office,"said Ram."After fucking on my desk, I want you to sneak under it topless and set out a retentive cock sucking. I'll dictate a alphabetic character to my secretary as you blow me ”, went on Ram."Where would you like me to cum ? cheek or speak ?"

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly aroused wife, her voice breaking away as a flowage of succus washed over her insides. This final stage contrast did it to her. The searing lust caused by her fan's lewd talk and her son's continuous loving adoration of her heated body carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's head hard as her juices oozed out of her twat with a force that wet her sari around her crotch. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his top dog so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest which was pressed against his Mom's affectionate 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 immense belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a shiny look. She had muttered a good dark and tossed the phone away, her facial expression and chest heaving. Binu saw his mother's glorious dope heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He looked down to where he was. His dresser was against her crotch and her sari was bunched up around her hips, leaving her thighs fully naked. His cock ached and throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had followed parts of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the phone"?

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

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

Chapter 14

he perversely thrilling heap of his sexy, one-half naked mother getting an orgasm talking to her hubby's chief 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 mother's wantonness flashed vividly across, each time he masturbated. At the end of each ejaculation he couldn't help wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her adulterous lark in future.

The oversexed mother, in the meanwhile felt herself sticky and wet both inside and outside. While her gushing juice washed her inside, her untried son's midriff and navel licking left her muggy all over the middle. She looked down after her outlet to his head which she was holding in her manus. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest pressed against her pussycat through the sheer white saree, which was wet around the genitalia. Both his hands were around her hips and his right bridge player was infact cupping her exposed speed butt. For a secondly she was ashamed of herself for orgasm right when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a wild pleasance. Binu's nibbling had turned her attack on and she was in a sexual tumult when Ram's telephone call came. His raunchy talk was the initiation she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the urge. Now, after her orgasm, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire thigh region exposed. She could find her puss spasm mildly against Binu's dresser and wondered how it would make been in the course of her telephone set talk and orgasm. The thought made the straying wife shiver. And the shake brought out some excess lust from her lumbus. She was still upset despite her release because she hadn't been fucked. Her ripe body hadn't received its bed sedation. If anything she felt hornier than before.

Manya had gone off to a difficult quietus in the same stance. She awoke, earlier than common and discovered that Binu had now changed his post. His organic structure had drifted away but his caput was now right on her crotch. But he was firm departed with a half smile on his lips. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how meddlesome her son's rim had been the previous dark. They seemed to want to simply guttle her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Binu realized the effect his squeezing and caressing 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 possessed with her dead body, especially her belly button and ass. Gently she lifted her son's head from her warm and deaden pelvic sphere and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree nightfall right off her juicy physical structure onto the base. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was half past five. The beautiful woman of the house went abut naked into the bath and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at least an hour before either of her sons woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the sleeping accommodation in the Saame half nude state. She put on a petticoat and a black bra. She wore the Lapplander blanched saree and blouse over the unmentionable and decided to catch some impudent, early cockcrow breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into the freshness of the first light, towards the jogger's common situated about 100 yards from her firm. Her Caucasian saree highlighted her awe-inspiring ass and revealed her squeeze shank physical body, while the black bra only served to take out sharply attention to her beautifully influence breasts through the blanched blouse. Her navel point was the instant draw from the front, peering out invitingly through the sheer white saree. Her put up eyeshot was irresistible with her heavy tail swaying provocatively with each step while her exposed upper hips and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet dream. To the secretly following Deen, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.

Manya felt more and more itchy between her second joint as she walked. The nip in the air played with her skin, making her mammilla poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the night's arousal in her loins and her boring body sway suggested that she was indeed in sexual need. Her son followed her from a aloofness of about 50 beat, taking care not to be observed. Every passerby turned and ogled the sexy mother as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some recitation. On reaching the park after giving grade of heavy on on the way, the bedevil married woman sought a slightly secluded spot and sat in meditation carriage under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"Hello Mrs. M, safe dawn ”.

Looking up with a start, she saw Salman's father in jogging attire. The heavyset l year old man had been lusting after her bosomy body for a while now. Manya also felt her physical body stiffen under his hot feeling. She was silent as he sat adjacent to her under the tree, not more than a few in from her.

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

"Yes ”, she sighed, and felt his solid and bumpy helping hand on her shoulder. The quick trace made her loins wet and her already aroused torso responded on its own.

"It's a shame so often of beauty is being wasted. Let me point you the new variety of pink wine over there"he pointed towards an even more secret daub, holding her waistline in the same move, as if to avail her.

With a eloquence that surprised even her, the horny homemaker rose and allowed herself to be led towards the situation, his warmly suitcase heating her body all over. She blamed it on the other dawning hotness, but gave in to the quondam man's cash advance, recollecting his steely clutch over her waist, hips and wet ass during the Holi dunking.

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

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

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

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

Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his action and the thickness of his gumshoe. Her palm tree enclosed it well and fully and the steely meat jerked eagerly in her deal. A moan escaped her sass and she began a tiresome jerking motion. Her body was hot now and her juices began the outward journey down her lush second joint. Salman's father was a man of little talk and all legal action, which suited the straying wife well. He placed his voluptuous target on the skunk under the Tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, firm script to handle her body. She lay matted on the undercoat as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single move, he lifted the white saree right over the needy homemaker's bazaar and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a slight too loudly for safety. Her wetness surprised the sr. man and the heating system of her cunt only made his hunger flower. He bent and squeeze his midst stopcock into her hock pussy almost immediately. He began the hard pumping, first in spry thrusts, which tapered into gasping deadening unity. His hands reached out and gripped her aching white meat, making the flesh quiver. The steamy wife writhed under his onslaught and her rage rose, making her hips rise to receive every thrust of her quondam lover. The squishy auditory sensation of his rooster plundering her cunt filled the understood air and even in that state, the horny, adulterous woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not know however that her own son was peeping and sense of hearing, unseen from a distance, in a land of extremum arousal and excitement.

The older man's thick hammer pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive puss. The other morning dew soaked the unwrap region of the aroused housewife's waist, back and branch, which was a lot of her wholesome body at that moment. She lay sprawled on the wet smoke, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the aged man whose son had fucked the day out of her ravishing body just the former day. The subject air fucking charged her lusty dead body into renewed vigor. Manya raised her coxa to forgather every exclusive knife thrust of his with a force that surprised the stocky man. The tool clasping power of the cheating married woman below him took the dawn muscularity out of him and in LE than five minutes, he was spurting out his seminal fluid, mashing her full breasts savagely. The squirt of his cum hit her deep inside and the beautiful charwoman got her day's first seed blast in the early hours, when she was lying one-half naked in the green, obscenely surrendering her lush, horny body to Salman's father, while many other lady of the house were taking refreshing paseo less than 20 meters away.

As the older man rose from the sexy soundbox he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any possible danger. Sensing none, he whispered to the woman he had just fucked that he would leave first and she could give a five arcminute lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to gather her clothes over her wet thighs. The saree was damp from the dew and so was the rear of her blouse. The break saree stuck to the curved shape of her ass, causing a very arousing snap. From a length of XX metre, partially obscure, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously aphrodisiacal and positively vulgar at that time of the morning, with the birds chirping around her. Her body looked so put-upon and incongruous with the fresh surroundings with all the break grime on her. He did not see her getting her day's first fucking, but he could try it. He remained in his advantage attitude even after Salman's founding father had left. He saw his sexy mother adjust her saree and recline against the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of the park and motion towards the Tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a abbreviated discourse after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the adulterous woman with Salman. Deen could only watch a part of the scene behind the tree diagram. He saw Salman confine his Mom's back and crouch her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's trailer truck good affectedness. He was on his knees, making thrusting movements, prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous female parent was on all quaternary, getting fucked doggie fashion by the vernal he-man. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen crazy and he began a long and hard jerking of his dick, watching the facial reflection of Salman as he vigorously fucked his mother. The love was too high and he came much earlier than the fornicating brace. He ejaculated into the crotch hair before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the commons plate, thinking that it would be better to reach before his Mom returned from her early morn adventure. He could distinctly get wind Salman call his female parent a bitch as he rammed into her pussy from can. On his proceeds journey he saw many middle aged women walking around, either with their married man or their dogs, reveling in the break of the day freshness. He gave one end thought to his own lusty female parent who at that prison term was on all fours, her delectable ass senior high up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a twosome of yr onetime than her son. Sensing another hard-on he went home, entered through the undecided kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched spiritual world, not very far from the kitchen threshold, waiting for Manya.

Manya's eubstance was raised deliriously to a breathtaking coming by the ferocious fucking given by Salman's unseasoned putz. Being a bunny rabbit for the instant fuck, the son's shaft came as a bonus to the aphrodisiac married woman after the father had pumped and filled her well. Holding her ample pelvic girdle and squeezing her swaying dope occasionally the stud poker spewed his semen into the horny's wife's greedy cunt after ten minutes of furious nooky. Manya got her day's second seed flack from Salman and it was not even half retiring six in the morning.

Realizing that the park would get more crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would leave first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the aphrodisiac woman he had just fucked ascent and leave slowly. Her clothes were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to her lower dead body, making a very provocative schema of her wellspring stacked body. Salman felt she looked erotic in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one full-of-the-moon squeeze play, making the well fucked wife squeal in half surprise and half joy. Manya walked right back to her theater as steadily as she could, not bothering to look at any of the looker-on. It was a safe walking since daylight had begun to break out. In that dirty, muffle attire, strutting her well exposed ravished soundbox around could have led to gang rape if it were moonlight instead of dawn light. Her walk carried a slow sway, imparting a sexy heaving to her hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to greet Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her strange appearance. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife's hips with his nose. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a bitch between the well fucked mother's thigh. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in alert. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said"Don't worry Aunt Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

A let off Manya thanked him and started towards her home. She went around as intended to the kitchen door, only to be held by a couple of strong deal. When she saw the milkman, the wellspring used woman was in no site to react. Her sons would be up and about and she had to ready them for school.

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

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

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

Taking one face at her damp physical body, she realized that she needed to change before attending to her motherly tariff of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her sleeping accommodation, she began stripping off her white-hot sari and entered her bedroom to get Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a calorie-free candy kiss on his ear and whispered that it was meter to wake up.

Binu slowly opened his middle and saw a well assail cleavage staring into his aspect from a blacken bra and T. H. White blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit of his fixation, his female parent's trench and juicy navel. As he rose, it was right in front of his face. He began with a deep, too soon break of the day navel kiss, making his sexy mother wriggle once again. When onto his metrical unit, he kissed her cheek and suddenly both mother and son exchanged a spry lip to lip kiss. A pattern had been set.

Giving him xv minutes to be ready for his bathroom, Manya walked out towards Deen's elbow room to check on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to recognize her. He was fresh except for his bath. Deen had to control another rushing of ancestry into his dick on seeing his mother in a petticoat and blouse again. Her expansive belly bore some slit marks where the ground had grazed her during those rousing sex seance. Instinctively he reached out to palpate her waist around those Deutschmark. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the car park during my dawn walk of life Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow."Deen was happy that she had not lied at least about going to the park.

Like a dutiful mother, Manya prepared breakfast for her two Son over the next half an hour and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu phone out for a tub. 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 female parent got down to bathing her son, taking only a immediate feeling at Deen's crotch. He was half tumid. And Binu was limp. In the class of the bath she got around to lather Binu's crotch. The instant her paw encircled his balls, Binu's dick shot up in two second like a snake raising its hood. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny female parent continued to bathe her son. Binu's dick remained at full length during the integral course of study of the bathtub. Manya forced her eyes off it, only to encounter Deen's voiceless on jutting out through his legal brief. Both brothers were trying to maintain normalcy, though Deen's job was tougher. He watched painfully rear while his Mom stroked his brother's cock, in the act of trying to rinse the soap away. He did not enquire too hard why it took one full minute to rinse it away. And now he also found it convention to see his au naturel chum fiddling with his female parent's exposed navel very often during the school term. The aphrodisiac mother ended the Bath and put the shower off. Deen felt his female parent's fingers graze against his shaft in a very light squeeze, but decided that it was by stroke. Ushering them out of the bath, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the morning's adulterous traces. She felt her pussy backtalk puffed up while soaping and a small tingle ran up her spine as she soaped her put up nipple. The pressure of the mauling given by the horny founder and son still lingered on her breasts and the hot flavor of her son's erect dick lingered on her mincing fingers. Her pussy felt quick and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to happen after the concentrated of fucks to stoke her fires all over again. Even Deen, as he left the tub knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

Feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedroom, wiping her axilla and abdomen along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between her thighs and was beginning to delight the warmth, when her son's shout for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without question. No having the fourth dimension to make up one's mind on clothes, she slipped on a whiteness petticoat and a black blouse. As common, she tied the petticoat five inches below her belly button and kept the top two buttons of her low cut blouse undone. This was as trade good as her standard garb whenever hubby was away. She felt unfreeze and well-off and didn't have to shift unless she had to go out. She went to the dining area towards two gruelling putz, one of which went with a pair of tidal bore custody. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her shank, squeezing the sides and poking her umbilicus at least five time during the meal. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her young son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his whisker. But it was not fun and games for her pussy. A slow attack had started.

Once her youngster had left, the amorous married woman flopped on the couch and slipped into a short siesta. She stirred when she heard the doorbell ring. Her helping hand automatically went to her pussy. Every auditory sensation of any Vanessa Stephen was something of a Wake Island up cry for her pussy. And the short nap had introduced a mollify tingle in her pubes. Caressing herself between her thighs, she went towards the door and paused for a while, as if unwilling to go forth 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 bridge player from her pile with a start. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for her appearance Manya ran into the sleeping accommodation. Sana watched Sam ogling her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a grim blue sari over her petticoat. She was still braless and Sana could clearly make out her irreverent nipple poking right out of the blouse and through the saree. Sana felt out rightly covetous of the full-bosomed former woman. She looked a bundle of sexual free energy and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such thoughts in her mind, she opened a small envelope.

For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life out his dick cashbox he thought it would get disengaged from his fork. 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 raw, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an climax in obscene hot pants. The in conclusion lingering ikon of his juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heaving, voluptuous, fully exposed soundbox being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling breasts, wet expression, glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her crotch, flashed in a quick sequence before his unwarranted oculus at the climax of every frig. With the final persona of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely demented eternal rest. He was certainly there would be a sentence when she would pull off to talk to her Dad on the earpiece while some man fucked her mentality out doggie style. He only hoped he would be able to watch her.

Manya felt the last salvo of her orgasm leave her body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her boob and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a shock as to how uncover she was. Her stallion front was open right down to her bush and the sari was bundled up around her pussy, leaving everything below open and bare from her overweight thigh downwards. Even the horny female parent felt she looked quite common lying like this next to her son. But she also felt her tit and recollected what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit tone down from all his nibbling and biting. The side of meat of her full bosom still retained his hug pressure and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her lucullan body around her curvy waistline and belly button. Manya's eyes drifted to her pelvic country and the mess startled her. Her sari just about covered her pussy and was damp all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her little son began to drop down into the sonsie female parent and married woman. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial rights on almost every inch of her generous body and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to rebuff him.

"The greatest discipline was self discipline ”, she kept repeating in her psyche. Binu could not be denied his normal itch. Manya knew that such impulse were normal in boys and that it was dangerous to snub them because of the possible psychological repercussions on them. Moreover she was certainly that he would outgrow his obsession with her consistence overtime. As a female parent she had deep beloved for her sons and was indisputable that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his love, not hunger. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this phase. And it only made her feel sexier, better and more desirable. There was nothing which turned on Manya more than the cognition that someone lusted after her trunk. She did however wonder as to why Deen did not go through this form with her dead body. The thought made her a bit interest about her elder son's normality and she decided to take away a close expression at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the excitement of feel and sucking his mother's breast drained him mentally. It was his first coming upon with his mother in a bare, physical mother wit. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle his hair and shifted her body down to settle down beside him. She readjusted her saree to plow her tail end and thigh and slept with her back to her son. She tried intemperately to slumber but remained a few steps short of slumber. After nearly half an minute, she felt Binu's hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her defenseless waist as it always did, towards her navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her hips and rested there. Manya could directly feel the encroachment of his prick against her broad and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's manus moved in and out of her bellybutton in a slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving jot. She relaxed her ass against his pressing shaft and allowed the pleasurable impulses in her navel point to shoot over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her backside. Its heat and harshness permeated through his shorts and her sheer sari. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock against her heated asscheeks, but the aroused mother was trusted that her ass heat was interacting with his young tool through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further when she felt his cock throbbing intensifies wildly. In astonishment she felt her son's hammer pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or thrust from his side. She realized he was dreaming about the plentiful body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The throbbing against her ass continued like an robotlike motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating against the object of his dreams, making the subject of his lusty dream quiver and squirm against it. Manya stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressure on them. The spasms were followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened the rear of her saree. With a cushion the sexy mother 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 in conclusion weak throb, Manya remained in that position to allow her son's body to regain 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 root word 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 doorstep of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the sexy woman smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her dormancy son. A frontier had been crossed by the female parent and son.

Manya again woke up a little earlier than normal. The advantage of a well fucked torso was that nap enters speedy and deep. It also leaves the body quickly once the required quietus is obtained. The impending sunup moments were also moments for horniness to sink in on the beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her coxa, the nautical mile having got unfastened. She was stark bare on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast benumbed, now with his back to her. A quick review of the previous Night's effect crossed her psyche. The lovely mother felt herself loaded once again with compassion and sexual love for her son. On impulse, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his sleep to confront her. His eyes were still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering billow of warmness. She gently hugged his face into her tit and stroked his back, knowing that he was deceased and couldn't gumption her nakedness. Her judgement told her that this could be the finale clip she would be hugging her son as a short innocent boy. She wanted to feel and savour the moment. She hugged his boyish face into her naked, fully breasts, allowing their softness to smother his fount. She kept kissing his sleeping mind and held him against her breasts for two wide minutes. Satisfied, the nude painting mother rose from the bed. As she got up, she thought with a arch smile that she needn't wear a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. Life was shifting gears and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early dawning horniness crept into Manya's good body the second she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should pick out a stroll down to the jogger's ballpark. It was not the vista of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some fresh air for sure. Putting on some undergarments, she draped the like dark blue saree over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The saree was crumpled however, making her flavour like she'd had a torrid Nox in bed. With lazy strides, the horny wife and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing innumerable friend on the way exhibiting different arcdegree of lust.

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

When she entered the park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana'a. She had brought her ignominious alsatian dog for a walkway. Manya knew that Sam and Sanaa were avid dog fan and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana sitting on a terrace, holding on to her dog's tierce, Manya heaved her sexy dead body across to her side, feeling many centre on her open waist and speed hip joint. Sana'a greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their small talk, Sana pointed to her dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to twin him soon so that they could generate a lot of pup for a wholly lot of friend who had asked. Manya looked at the well-disposed but big dog. His eyes were recondite and bright. Sana kept playing with the expanse around his ears and he kept raising his point to clobber Sana on her cervix and face. It looked like a loving dog.

"Tiger, sports meeting aunt Manya,"introduced Sana, pointing Manya out to her dog. Tiger rose to his groundwork and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake off work force. Manya bent slightly from the bench to shake men. She found tiger cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's face. Though not used to heel, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful expression with his long wet tongue. The aegir dog licked the beautiful female parent's face, thrilled at her willing offer. He ran his tongue all over cheeks, forehead, neck opening, and nose and traverse it in one long stroke over her full backtalk. Manya recoiled for a second, feeling a splash. Seeing Sana laugh, she continued to let tiger lavish his tongue all over her typeface. Her facial expression 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 punch my font that long ”, said Sanaa. Sana again felt a wee bit jealous that like her young man Sam, even her dog seemed to favor the voluptuous married woman over her nubile self. She pulled the dog by its leash, dragging him away from the beautiful object of his tending. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her boldness with her sari and noticed the doggy aroma. It was a bit substantial and different.

Manya chatted with Sanaa for a while longer and decided that she had to get back home. She held Sanaa's hired man to say leave-taking and bent to stimulate work force with tiger as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders, revealing a Brobdingnagian segmentation right in front of the dog's centre. Tiger wasted no prison term in giving a sharp punch right in the center of the juicy fair sex's cleavage. The juicy mother was shocked at the act and felt a sharp bolt of lightning of an indefinable tone in her. Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's paws were close to her feet and as she took a step, the dog also moved to block her. In the appendage, his paw fell on the bottom of her sari, causing Manya to head trip over. The well stacked housewife fell flat on her rachis with the sari getting swept aside from her front. Tiger saw a heavy target in his new friend and he pounced onto the dipsomaniac charwoman, licking at her exhibit navel. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping tongue, sending an galvanizing current rightfield through Manya's horny body. Sana'a simply stared for a bit at the lewdly stir plenty before her. Her pet was simply lapping the succus out of Manya's spread out belly. His tongue covered every exposed inch of her huge midriff and Sana gaped at the wide-cut bodied wife as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to stop the beast. Panthera tigris delved into her navel point several prison term and his spit sent frisson 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 the great unwashed were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into redness the flushed lady of the house quickly bade right bye to a still stunned Sanaa and moved out of the park. On the way she heard a guy phone call out,"sentry out Maam. Dogs think like us guys. They are always on the looking out for a gripe in heat ”.

The man didn't feeling like a steady in the sphere. But Manya was too helpless to oppose angrily. She literally ran her way home, her eyes moist with shame. Only after reaching her kitchen door did she hold back to relax. Panting, she slowly started to regain her breath. The behavior of the dog outraged the wife, but she realized she felt different. Suddenly she moved her hands to her twat and felt it through the saree. She was wet.

Her creative thinker worked in all directions trying to understand her country. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt aroused. She felt like a bitch in heat. A existent cunt. soul else also understood that she was in heat. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few twenty-four hour period to get his custody on the horny married woman, was keeping safeguard by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering woman and sensed that she needed cock. Unable to believe his fate, he held her strongly by her shoulders. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to rule the milkman. She allowed him to rest her on the threshold of the kitchen door. She remained silent and shaking as he stripped her saree and petticoat right off her ass. The Thomas Young stud repositioned his favorite housewife in the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to render her what she loved most. Feeling his stiff cock ravaging her cunt doggie stylus, Manya felt like a true bitch at that bit. The thought sent ripples of delight all over her body as much as his steely dick did. Her intellect went to the gripe that Panthera tigris would mate to pass on upgrade to X of puppies. For a pass off endorse she placed herself in the place of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppies. Her fertile pussy gushed out juices strongly to meet the milkman's own spurting cock. It was a mind blowing, delirious showtime fuck. The sap woman rested her ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the untried milkman. No words were exchanged for a few bit. She watched with the same smile as he pushed up his pants and left her presence. It was a purely usable, purpose serving fucking, and the adulterous Manya loved such fucking.

The time was still fifteen minutes to seven am. Manya had another half an hour at least before her sons awoke. She felt novel now and memories of the dog's violation on her build were pushed back into her mind. Her saree was still off her organic structure. Her ass was still naked on the doorstep. The licentious wife decided to get inside when she saw Sam appear from nowhere carrying an envelope. He pulled out all the Polaroid snaps that he had taken yesterday and forgotten to bridge player over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful adult female was au naturel. Her peg were circularize apart in sitting posture and she looked remarkably comfortable in that awkward airs. 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 table. Sam knelt next to the sexy woman, his elbow on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her kitty-cat close ups. There was no way anybody could suppose it was her pussy. Sam had made her pink bitch look like the humans's large treasure cove. She admired his power more than the splendor of her pussy. However after repeated viewing she felt a affectionateness surge again in her lumbus. She gave him a sudden kiss on his lips. Sam responded by kissing her back and held her by her naked rosehip. His handwriting rested well below her waistline position and he kept squeezing her generous flesh in lenient comforting strokes. They looked perfectly matched and at comfort with each former, like a hubby and wife going through the daybreak newspaper. That was how the observance Deen felt from the side window.

Deen woke up of late and missed his Mom's other jaunt. But he was bang on sentence to see her getting banged by the milkman and was surprised at her special Passion of Christ. He had no idea regarding the source of her renewed screwing 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 female parent and Deen could see that Manya was becoming conscious of his growing proximity. She felt Sam's familiar hand once again find her kitty and that really enhanced her comfort story. She kept looking at the pictures of her lewdly spread cunt, thanking herself that she didn't wear any hoop. It would accept revealed her individuality from the way in which her fingers were opening up her juicy puss in the elasticity. All along Sam kept fingering her pussycat. Even her sigh and moan came by themselves and the couple slowly slid into a reclining posture. Manya rested her head back against the door and spread her thighs wider to pass freer entree to Sam's cupping hand. He manipulated her twat without stopping. Manya's bladder was full because she hadn't taken a pee before her morning walkway. Now with all the ministrations of her sensitive lover, the pressure began to build up to near ungovernable levels.

She gasped at his strokes and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His finger got busier and busier with the horny wife's pussy. Each stroking of his raised her indigence to bursting stage. She felt she would pee any moment. But the moment never came. The loaded look persisted but the ruttish wife could not release her urine. The relentless stroking of Sam on her pussy thwarted the flow. Instead her pussy got swollen and wet with tops charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's helping hand, her face wearing an agonized feel that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no far time. He replaced his finger with his hawkshaw, stretching Manya outside the door right on the ground. Deen felt his female parent looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the primer, her articulatio coxae heave and her slit swollen with the flux motive to piss and get fucked. Sam poked her prohibited pussy with his digit as if to test the paries. Manya burst out into uncontrollable mother fucker, whimpering with need.

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

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

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

The lusty mother was in hurt."Do something Sam ”, she begged, looking beautifully helpless on the dry land, writhing in luxuria, her hands crushing her breasts.

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

The deprave cleaning woman could carry it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his dick dragged him right on to her panting, bosomy body. She roughly positioned his hard hammer right at the entree of her dripping snatch. She arched her heated hip joint up and forced an entry for his dick, rotating her pelvic arch greedily to allow his meat to dip into her gash. She took his hand and placed them on her heaving bosom and forced him to crush the quivering hillock. Making pharyngeal sounds that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly aroused mother thrusts her hips upwards, her oculus imploring and pleading with him to get fuck. Sam felt it would be a sin to hold back any yearner. He began rotating his hips and started a slow fucking to experience the insides of her boiling bitch fully. His hammer once again familiarized itself with Manya's beautiful cunt. Deen was now red with jealousy as he saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless shipwreck and then getting fucked in a long and teasing rhythm. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.

Manya's bitchiness was elevated even though Sam took her pussy missionary style. Both the teenager could see the lust contortioned cheek of the beautiful woman as her wholesome body got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every stroke of Sam's tool felt like it was hitting against a water bed. Manya's horny physical structure bounced and heaved at every stab in the betimes hours. Sam pounded with urgency to involve the sexy married woman to a much needed orgasm. The orgasm washed her interior thoroughly and she felt Sam's cock spurt at the like time. With a lustful moan, she took out Sam's shaft from her cunt and placed it above her side, taking the full blast on her eyes, nose, lips and buttock. She licked the fluids wherever her tongue could arrive at and released his cock only when it turned fully wilted. Giving it a osculation with a groan, she fell back on her back again in enervation. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the second fourth dimension during that impassioned fucking session.

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

Deen rushed into his bathroom after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the prison term and rose from the ground gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this look on his favorite modelling and he kissed her difficult on her backtalk, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his back talk and felt him pressure her cuntlips in one last stroke before departing. It felt squeamish to be teased and used this way. Her consistence's bound were being stretched and she found the recitation thrilling.

A cheerful Manya prepared a marvelous breakfast for her Logos and only one of them knew the cause for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both son felt happy for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his 1st semen discharge in his trouser. He discussed it with his sidekick Deen, who told him that it was perfectly natural. Both crony did not go into further details. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling unlike. She gave him a yoke of hug 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 breasts to touch the rear of his head several times in the course of the repast, with and without rationality. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy ego and before leaving for school, gave his hallmark squeeze play and kiss to his voluptuous mother. He gave her ass an special hard wring and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's socio-economic class were off because of a summercater function at school which he didn't spirit like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in curiosity. He was a sweet and loving boy but he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his jr. brother. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or even converse with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually rule. She remembered suddenly that the son who were balling her were around Deen's age or a petty older. The cerebration made her shiver and shift. If she could be a part of Binu's sexual discovery, then she found no understanding why Deen should be left out. She decided to play him out of his scale that morning.

XV transactions after breakfast, Manya called out,

"Deen, can you delight facilitate me by massaging my back with oil"?

The surprised teenager was caught of guard, but he agreed. He was wearing only his short circuit and nada else as he came out to the support room. His mother had removed her saree and blouse. Wearing a bra and half-slip she stood before him with two towels in hand. Manya began her piffling biz by saying that the oil would make her half-slip damp. She wrapped the unretentive towel around her rose hip and removed the underskirt. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her thorax. The beautiful mother saw her son staring at her thigh and breasts alternatively. The towel came to about thigh distance, exposing her prosperous, well toned thighs. Her tit were clearly outlined through the slim cotton towel across her breasts. She presented an air of utmost physical ease. The horny mother noted that the core was not lost on her son. His young stopcock tented his boxers already.

Manya lay flat on the floor on her spinal column and handed a bottle of oil to her staring son. In a modest trance, Deen opened the bottle, poured some oil into his laurel wreath 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 female parent's calf and metrical unit first. They felt respectable and well toned. The frame of his mother's calves was exquisite and they looked sublimely graceful. They felt refined too to the worshipful hands of her son. Deen's men went past her genu to extend to her glorious, fleshy thigh. He paused for a present moment here to teem some more oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out female parent. The horny woman opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her thighs. Deen kneaded the build of her second joint, allowing the oil to distribute and get absorbed. They felt electric and charged. His female parent's thighs felt like tower of anatomy carved out of banana tree trunks. The flesh flutter and carried huge warmheartedness that got hotter with each CVA of his. The hem of the towel was quite high on Manya's second joint, about three in from her naked pussy. Deen couldn't see her pussy back talk but his finger crossed the hem of the towel many times during his vigorous massaging of those sexy second joint. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual arousal. She had to take care not to show it, but her trunk betrayed her. Every time her son's fingers brushed deeper into her inner thigh, her thighs quivered in reaction. She kept her center closed but her brim trembled enough to tell the story to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no option but to rub down her. He continued his teasing touch, using both finger and medal to administer some strong groping touches on her inner regions. He was getting perilously close to her pussy. His putz was hard at the very get and now it was threatening to break out of his shorts. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's hands oiled her stomach and waist. She felt them vagabond all over her creamy shape and sighed when she felt him pour a few drops of oil into her deep umbilicus and use his finger to diddle it. Deen heard his female parent's moan and sighs all through this erotic massage. He was finding it as unruly as her. He lingered lovingly around her humiliated belly and could see as he stroked her figure why Binu was obsessed with his mother's belly. Indeed it was a ripe gem. And it carried a stream that sent its explosive charge rightfulness through his palm and sticker. Both mother and son knew they couldn't take this erotic seance for too long.

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

Deen took one face at his mother. Her full cover was exposed right up to her rear crack. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his handwriting to massage, he was for sure he would be forced to partake her pussy. He could see the sides of her entire titty as they pressed against the floor. Her deal were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the surface area and softness. His female parent had a very toothsome body. He felt he was favorable to be able to service her in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His hired hand also constantly touched the slope of her breasts whenever he tried to massage her sides. He lovingly reached into her armpits and stroked them, eliciting a savage moan from his horny mother. There was perfect knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The sexual tension was palpable.

Deen ran his script on the rear of her thighs and in the process got to squeeze and knead them thoroughly. His sexy female parent, from the binding was as good as nude, except for the sparse towel covering her ass. And the buttock of her full ass were all it covered. The rest of her creamy body was all his for squeezing. At one microscope stage Deen had to sit at the base of her asscheeks in order to be able to knead her back properly. When he did so, his hawkshaw came into direct contact with the right-down foundation 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 let down ass bringing his hammer into periodic impinging with her pussy entrance. It was a searingly arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed not to present it because her brass was down on the trading floor. Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks wiggle and realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced the air pressure of his massaging which in routine reduced the pressure of his cock on her outer pussycat. Manya was mad with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing shorts his cock would hold been inside her hot slit by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the effect on her youth son. She didn't charge if he fucked her. She realized that he was rule after all and that pleased her.

Deen however suddenly became subdued. The defenseless woman under him was his mother and the cogitate kept coming back to him again and again. He was about to split into ejaculation but forcibly drew himself away from her ass. Manya's ass stopped quivering, as if to convey her disappointment. The horny mother had reached a leg where nothing mattered to her. Her son's withdrawal puzzled her and she remained nude and frustrated as Deen announced that he had finished. He rose off his almost naked mother's back and without letting her see his hard on, rushed out of the room.

Manya got up slowly with a mixed sense of disappointment and relief on her feature. She was well-chosen that her son was a formula kid. Her consistency was unhappy that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her thinker accepted that non event with a motherly happiness. All in all she was electroneutral to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her chest. Manya didn't incommode to aline it. Suddenly from the recess of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his bedroom window. She could see him transfixed to the slur, his eyes on her. With a start she understood the situation. Her senior son loved to watch her. He was more of a voyeur. She let the towel remain down and kept her white meat exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate, fleshly sway of her hips. The towel was almost falling off her wax pelvic arch by the time she reached her bedroom threshold. Suddenly Manya turned around at the room access, giving Deen an unhindered view of her full tit. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their basis and side of meat. They jiggled sexily at her sudden turn, making Deen's eyes pop out. He had seen his mother's knocker in all form of hands and in different stages of mauling. But now, her exclusive display was special and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to fall off her rose hip. It was well below her George H.W. Bush and it required a dim-witted jerk for it to fall off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to decrease off her soaker hips exposing herself in all her nimbus to her son. Her rich fertile bush, her fleshy thigh, her magnificent creamy middle, her well endowed bust, her erect nipples and her randy face were all out in show for the exclusive eye of her loving son. It was an awesome alluvion of lust that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the Lapplander prison term. She felt a deep release within herself that told her that her titillating journeying was now comprehensive. fountainhead, almost, thought the sex crazed wife to her. Manya allowed Deen to banquet on her voluptuous physical structure for one total second before walking nude statue into her bedroom and Bath. Deen saw her nude sculpture, full asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his dick, Deen wondered why he was so wound up. He had seen his female parent getting fucked into limbo, not once but several prison term in the most detestable postures. That body held no novelty for him but just now he felt he was looking at her all over again for the firstly time.

"Could it be,"he wondered with a impact."Could it be that she knew I was peeping. Did she expose herself to me deliberately realizing that I was peeping ?"The mind made him go weak in his knees. He sat down on his bed, holding his head. His hawkshaw was about to bespeak a burst. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just that. His epicurean, horny Mom was doing the same with her swollen pussy, in the secrecy of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the lavatory floor, her back against the wall, and two fingers deep in her souse snatch. She was breathing heavily. Her climax was long and spastic, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fervency within her which were barbarian, dissimilar and more powerful than ever before. The flood of juice in her pubes had an indocile rush about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the level, she reached up and turned on the shower. The steady waterspout hit her with a stroking force on her boob, articulatio coxae, pubic hair and thigh. For a wide ten minutes the horny mother let her body take in the sang-froid shower before getting down to the serious patronage of cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curves, she shivered in the storage of her son Deen's script on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hip and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the imperativeness of his untested prick on them through the sparse towel.

It took the beautiful woman another half hour to wash herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bath and into the sleeping accommodation, wiping herself in the cognitive operation. The sleeping room room access was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it stay that way, knowing that Deen would not barge in without announcement. Her body had never felt more wish for and attended. With two boy showering their tending on it, it glowed, making her feel happier than ever before. It also made the juicy mother hornier than ever before.

Manya's pubic region were now in a perpetual dismissal mode. The juices always oozed now. Only their vim was decided by the situation. With sex fully in her head, she decided to lie down for a spell and cool off. Naked, she slid her juicy body under the cover version and tried to slumber. Her hand automatically rested on her pussy mound, the fingerbreadth 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 tug offs, he had visualized his female parent's horny body in all potential post of rape, use and ill-treatment. She had screamed and cried in his imagery as pecker after cock ploughed into her greedy kitty-cat and deal after script mauled her well stacked body. His final range of a function 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 trunk heaving about wantonly in the final stages of orgasm. Even after interjection he could still find the remnants of the touch of Manya's fleshy, heated body in his palms.

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

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

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

Binu walked into the chamber calling out for his Mom. He paused for a piece at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the mass of his half asleep Mom. The bed sheet had slipped partly down at her dresser, revealing one juicy breast fully. The other one was also exposed fully except for her nipple. He could make out that his mother had one hand around her broken belly. Her bureau rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully naked ”, thought the young son.

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

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

Manya stirred at the flaccid impact. But her centre were still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely fount, proud of her looker. Instinctively he kissed his female parent again on her eyes and trailed his lips down to her cheek."Mom,"he said again in the softest of whispers. Manya opened her eyes slowly and saw Binu's eager expression about to kiss her nerve."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him kiss her. Her manus which was around her pussy began its own slow trend in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the brass and very slowly moved his lips down to her mouth for their customary batch. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to foregather her son's back talk. Binu accepted her offering eagerly. female parent and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her tongue into Binu's mouthpiece in a provisionary exploration. It was the initiatory time that they had an exploratory kiss. Binu felt his torso twist hot and Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose in high spirits to finish the osculation in comfort. In the process, the bed sheet slipped right off her bureau, baring both her big breasts to her son. Binu's centre popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right breast. He had established his right to draw and caress her white meat when exposed and he utilized this chance. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her right wing boob. Manya kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed, her hired man delving into her moist twat under the screen. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't help marveling at the ease and science with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the same sentence. He seemed an first-class kisser. The counterpart pressures were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist, began to gain in heat. She realized the need to find some maternally sanity. She removed her wet lips from her son's oral fissure and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's heart, 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, soft squeeze.

Manya was stunned at this proclamation by her son, coming as it did after he had kissed and given her a thoroughgoing tactile property over. His endeavor pleasantly surprised her.

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

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

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

The dressing up was quick since Manya simply slipped into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten twelvemonth now. He was almost a saintlike old man. Manya felt very comfortable with him. It was when she entered the sustenance area that both Deen and Manya got a shock. Deen because of his Mom's step-in attire and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to total with his son. But she continued in her attire because they had to accept her measurement in any case. Three male eyes looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained breasts swaying sexily with each stride. Deen left them and went to his room. But he took up a stance at the keyhole to peep on his Mom with the sartor. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be busy for at least another one-half hour.

Manya made some initial pocket-size talk with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen age old. He was a lose weight lad with keen eyes and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every fourth dimension her breasts heaved during the talk. She also noticed that the lad's eyes remained fixed on her huge, exposed midriff when he was not staring at her melon. Abdul then took measurements for her blouse. His son noted down while the beginner called out. The watching Deen saw his mother raise both her work force for Abdul to measure her chest. His peter shot to tending yet again as the tape encircled her full phase of the moon knocker and jerked hard whenever Abdul's knuckles pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw Abdul's hand graze his mother's erect tit on two occasions.

Manya on her part allowed the job to go on. The tape graced her axilla, back, arm, articulatio humeri and neck. When it came to the neck, she indicated to Abdul to depress the cervix by a few inches. Abdul brought the tape with his quarter round well past the mid point of his beautiful customer's ripe cleavage and held it for a instant. Manya nodded with a scintillation in her eyes and Abdul read out the measure for his dazed son to jot down.

The old tailor then gave the tape to his understudy son for taking the petticoat measurements. Deen was startled. Manya herself didn't expect it but was indifferent to the change. Kneeling down to look her aphrodisiacal waistline, the lad encircled the riotous ass of the lady of the house with the tape recording and called out the size. Deen found the kid's reading out his Mom's ass size a very stimulating and waste act. He kept clutching his aching pecker and peeped on as the boy circled the taping around his Mom's luscious waist above the belly button.

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

The horny wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her fleshy lower abdomen for a few seconds as he read out her final measurement. She gasped and that made the youngster wait up into her human face, past her fully cleavage, his typeface inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden shiver which went up her body betrayed her arousal. The don and son duo finished measuring the sexy female parent's body as her watching, aroused son jerked off for the fourth meter since the morning.

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

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

"Mmmm, yes,"mumbled the horny mother, allowing Binu to pass her by her let out waist to the dining board. Deen kept observing the free-and-easy fashion in which his younger comrade kept caressing Manya's waist all the way to the table.

The three of them finished a good repast. While Binu was aegir to run out for his cricket his brother and female parent were horny and restless. Manya was horny because of the immense foreplay caused by Deen's massage and the revealing that he enjoyed ogling her consistence. She now felt groovy in the society of her sons, close and more secure than ever before. She was also confident that every act of theirs was out of pure love. Even the lust was bang driven. Being a love starved woman with a sex starved consistency, this aid from her sons made her gladiola. It also made her extremely horny. All the fondling and pawing by Binu stirred up her juices and left her craving for the real act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his female parent was feeling horny. It showed in her body language. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him to visualise the itchy pussy nestled between those splendiferous thighs. He noticed light beads of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her centre showed a deflect look. Deen realized a point had come where he communicated with her bodily needs very directly. He could smell when she needed a piece of tail just as surely as he could sense when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a honest fucking.

Both mother and son were lucky. The answer to their tactile sensation came in the soma of a outcry from Prem. He called to find out whether they would be keen on a mob garment sales agreement in town. Binu had to go for his cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen tell Prem that he would be going over to a friend's position to script over some borrowed college duty assignment. He asked Prem to do over and accept his mother to the sale, promising to link up them within an hour. She smiled to herself at the thought of being exclusively with Prem for at least an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the sign with his brother. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's sake. It made him happy. The nominate time was six in the evening and he had an hr and a half to legislate. The pal left in different directions.

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his favorite bookseller's workshop. It was his favourite hunting place for his sleaze aggregation. Literature, movie, and cassettes - the lieu had it all and the proprietor was a favorable, portly heart aged man. Deen walked into the shop which was full moon of wheel of Bible and magazines. The cassettes were all lined up against the paries. But Deen began looking into the book racks. There were four of them and a passageway separated each one from the early. A person on this slope of the rack could not see the one on the former side. While Deen started looking into the incest collection, he suddenly heard a lenient discussion from the other slope and stiffened when he heard the name ‘ Manya ’. He strained his ears to catch the interpreter and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a acceleration impulse, Deen heard on.

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

"Yup, justly towards her crotch. I had to hold it back. He must have loved the look from her puss after all you did to her ”, replied Sam.

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

"Wow, I'm not surprised. She's hot way beyond formula. And she loves having her snatch eaten ”, said Sam.

"You did that ?"ask Salman.

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

"She's wild Sam. She loves it when I take her like a squawk, on all quaternity. But future metre I'm going to dip my human face into her juicy snatch first ”.

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

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

"Oh, she'll consume us both wanton. You first thrust into her lip while I lick her into readiness. Then we switch."

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

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

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

"Yes it will…,"replied Sam."Any dog will love her smell. And Manya will take up it. I know for for certain she'll love it too. She's nutcase for stopcock in any build ”.

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

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

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

The stunned Deen heard his two friends rush out of the entrepot. Their talking and the revealing about his Mom's doggie adventure shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme horniness and utter depravity injected a fresh waving of voyeuristic shiver in him. Their talk of performing a threesome with his mother with the possibility of the dog joining in took his visual sense to the highest conceivable layer. In a way he knew such a thing had to be around the corner. His dick ached and strained against his pants and he kept clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had just transpired. He regretted having left the park early that morning. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

"If necessary, i'll offer to involve her for a dawn paseo tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would give its advances,"he thought to himself. His brain went back to his horny female parent and he wondered what was happening in the house.

What was happening in the planetary house was totally in melody with Deen's expectation. The moment the horny Manya opened the door to let Prem in ; the nipper immediately understood her state. There was no word exchanged for the adjacent fifteen minute of arc. They rushed into the cheeseparing room which was Deen's sleeping room and the two hot consistency entwined and mated with beast hunger and Department of Energy. Manya moaned without a break as the nestling's handwriting mauled her hips, chest, abdomen and thighs with a persistence that raised her heated organic structure to arresting degree of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each other like perfect consistency teammate. Manya lifted her long stage and wrapped them around Prem's hips as he pumped hotly in and out of her simmering, adulterous pussy. Each time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiable but her sexual desire was on a rising curve. The beautiful mother was turning into demons that could die for stopcock. Prem rammed his dick into her greedy cunt and Manya's clasping cunt muscles propelled him into initiating sharp vehement drive which made the full-bosomed housewife's organic structure shake. Her breasts shook like two beautiful ripe mango tree on a leg. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking delight. His cock made squashy speech sound as it pumped the inferno out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping cunt. The accumulated horniness of the sex starved wife found violent reflection as her hip joint rose in rhythm to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his dorsum and urged him,"Fuck me Prem. roll in the hay me hard and deep. Aaaaaaaahh…."her vox trailed as Prem proceeded to give her slit an absolute fucking. Manya gasped with each stiff stroke and moaned with each total squeeze of her titmouse. Her body had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her untested lover sweated profusely and the sweat flew from Prem's hair to spray her cheek. Manya's face assumed contorted look of surcharge lustfulness. She was being balled by her favorite lover and she gave herself in completely to his secure hired hand and stronger dick. Her insides were being ravaged with savage consistence. The walls of her snatch were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into pulp by Prem's shank like thrusts. She was gradually reaching yet another mind blowing stopcock induced sexual climax. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her breast getting crushed against his chest, while her teeth dug into his neck. Prem held his friend's horny mother by her rich rose hip as she clung to him and rammed his final thrusts before spurting out hotly into her receptive cunt. Their mutual climax lasted a broad two minutes. Manya's fertile pussy was flooded with innumerable spurts of her young lover's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to release him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her consortium like love tunnel.

Manya loved the impression and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her psyche and kissed him on the backtalk, long and cryptic. She used her stallion mouth on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful female parent's mouth. Their mouths and tongues remained locked for a full five proceedings, during which time they slurped and slurped on each other's succus. Occasional gasps and murmuring escaped the mouth of the lustful housewife as she succeeded in keeping her young lover's dick firmly lodged in her freshly make out pussy. Taking her lips slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's oculus. Prem, on his percentage, looked deeply into Manya's eyes. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness on her face had vanished and was replaced by a lovely glow in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her middle. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that position for another five min. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual bout was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his bedroom window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a violent, jerking, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his female parent and better friend remained entwined. His mother's thigh were circularise and still wrapped around Prem's coxa. Their venter were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty mammilla. Manya's invertebrate foot pressed into Prem's naked buttocks. Their faces were a little apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful nerve around her impertinence, ear and nozzle, occasionally tracing lines around her eyes. Manya's heart was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again. She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly chest fully squelch her full knocker. She felt very close to him. He seemed to love and care for her. Her thoughts went to the fact that he was Deen's age. It thrilled her to realize that boys her son's age found her so suitable. She smiled happily to herself and her cerebration suddenly turned towards the one scene 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 toothsome cleavage.

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

The act made Manya's torso stir warmly. His dick was still buried in her blotto slit, at about three quarters of its wide-cut duration. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband's organ. Readjusting her rose hip to accommodate him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a petty vex about Deen."She of course did not know that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his capitulum and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his defenseless, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his dependable supporter while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

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

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

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

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

hugging both her eyes, Prem replied,"He doesn't have a lady friend that I know of but I think he is formula. Why do you ask aunt Manya ?"

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

"Now why would he show up those impulse before you, his mother, aunty Manya ”, asked Prem.

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

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

Manya squealed a bit and replied"You know he seems passive and very unlike you or any of his other friends. Even Binu is more forcible, like a boy with growing hormones. Deen is loving and caring, like you are, but he's not passionate in that raw, physical sense, like you are ”, she murmured, running her finger's breadth 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 moment Prem, I'm quite unplayful about Deen ”, urged the horny housewife, her representative trying to strangle the gasp that escaped when Prem bit her nipple.

"Ok, aunt Manya,"said Prem in a critical spirit and tried to wax from her body.

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

"Does he masturbate like all intelligent male child and saucer female child,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's optic."You are his right friend, tell me ”.

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

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

Prem kissed her brow and cupped her face in his hands saying,"No guy would need to wait at or hash out miss when you are in the house, Aunt Manya ”.

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

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

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

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

"Oh come on Aunt Manya, if I was in his blank space, even I wouldn't aspect at another young woman. I would never throw been able to get enough of you ”, said Prem, watching Manya blush again.

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

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

His words sent a moving ridge of thrill into the lady of the house's dead body. She felt her snatch walls try to clasp at his trailer truck erect cock 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 brains whenever Dad was away Mom ”, said Prem, in a vocalization imitating Deen's.

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

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

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

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

Outside the window, Deen felt like his ball were going to explode. This had crossed his tempestuous resource. It was the wildest convergence of the common horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving face to it in the perfect, most erotic fashion possible. She was fucking his safe friend as a surrogate. His mother was crossing the last frontier towards incest. But the greatest thing about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the Peeping Tom loved it all the Thomas More. more than fucking his female parent, he enjoyed overhearing his female parent talk about fucking him. It was wilder than the literal affair, at least for him. Rubbing his bursting dick, he listened on as he heard Prem reply in his voice.

"Your ass, Mom. I love your afters, total and meaty ass."

"Only"?

"No Mom,"your ass, nipple, belly, belly button everything. You are a wet dream. I can drub and bed every inch of you Mom. You're built for fucking ”, went on Prem, getting aroused by the altogether act.

Manya could now find Prem's cock prodding at the walls of her cunt in mini thrusts. Her purulent oozed juice and they streamed right out onto her internal thigh. This was the barbarian trance of lubrication in her sex aliveness. She felt her brain turn grueling and her heart were glazed all over with lust. She drew Prem into her even closer, her second joint gripping him hotly. She could now almost see Deen's face in Prem.

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

"Will you fuck me next time you massage me ”, she sobbed. Deen's capitulum spun as he heard her. Prem was surprised too at the uncovering, but his dick talked him out of any thinking.

"Yes Mom,"he went on, trying harder now to mime Deen's voice. He began a slow motion thrusting into his best friend'mother, making for certain that the tip of his cock caressed her pink pussycat walls teasingly.

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

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

Prem could feel her cunt boiling slushily against his dick. It was never as wet in all the time they had fucked. He felt his dick bathed in her over discharged fluids. The turned on homemaker was quivering and moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his chest of drawers into her full, sweaty tit. Manya felt hot and she was trembling with utmost desire.

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

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the rooster hungry mother, unrestrained with luxuria. Her pussy, second joint and hips responded with awakened incestuous vigor. She heaved her rosehip upwards to met every pistoning poking of the young stud. She opened and closed the clasp of her fleshy thighs against his articulatio coxae in a wanton display of extreme arousal.

"Fuck me Deen, fuck me toilsome honey. Fuck me like you always wanted.

Deen's head was reeling and his heart was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to start with. He saw an unruly man, dark and powerful, manhandle his beautiful mother, heart into her pussy roughly, mash her heavy body all over and finally spew his hot cum deep inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't idea going through it with her son in the house made his heart pulse faster with the realization that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. worsened still, she simply loved getting fucked like a cunt. While on all four-spot, with the grocer's laborious dick pistoning in and out of her turned on twat, she hardly looked the loving Mom who cared for him and his slight brother. Nor did she look like the mysterious tease that coaxed and cajoled his dick into ultra toilsome erections with her revealing style of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every inch a horny slut who craved meretricious and adulterous sex and loved only those things that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his seismic disturbance turned to awe, his contempt turned to sympathize and his jealousy turned to thirst. His young genius related her behavior to the unfitness and foul doings of his drunkard father, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and luscious beauty like his Mom in his life. The lot of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked royally by a stranger only served to progress to him realize the full potential drop of his beautiful mother's sexuality and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His nerve reached out compassionately towards his mother with a piano corner. So did his dick - with a hard on.

Suddenly in one swift motility, he clutched his burgeoning hammer and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in LE than twenty shot - so powerful was his surge of warmth for his sexy Mom. Even after ejaculation his dick merely registered a interruption but not a droop. He quickly resumed his dick pumping and this sentence the images of the grocer balling his pecker hungry mother were More vivid and telling. With touch intensity he spewed his spermatozoon all around him in the privy, 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 well-chosen. He loved to see her glowing and satisfied. He loved to see her getting fucked.

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

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

"Oh yes ”, he must have finished his bath, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her saree around her well ravished form for about the fourth time of the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiousness and waited until she had almost finished wearing her sari and just when she was tying the knot in front line of her shapely diaphragm, six inches below her tantalizing navel point, he walked into the room, calling out her gens. Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued wearing her saree and completed tucking in the knot and adjusted the front of her sari. The top of her sari was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy shoulder. Her mamilla still peeked through the transparent blouse and saree, but that didn't topic. Her show exposure was component of routine as far as her son was concerned and she was quite for sure that it didn't infliction Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush eubstance with a new mother wit of appraisal. He now saw her as a fleshy objective too, that at times could postulate off into uncontrollable and wildly aroused behavior. His eyes never left her generous pelvic girdle. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's center and saw some relief and contentment. Strangely that looks in her eye turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing look a remarkably arousing lineament in his beautiful Mom's expression. It was the look of a newly fucked charwoman. A freshly fucked mother of two young and horny sons.

Manya had no time to wash herself and while sitting across the mesa with Deen, she wondered how her young son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his female parent was getting mercilessly balled by a alien. But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie posture, like a truthful squawk. Both Mom and son had sex on their minds when the doorbell rang. It was Binu, her younger son. Manya rose to open the room access and once again Deen got the prize view of her ass, rolling along with his mother's step, with each cheek rubbing sexily against the other, with the unit drive clearly discernible through the semi transparent saree. Binu gave his freshly fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the door. He smothered her still sweaty dead body with his weapon system and reached out to get his habitual look of her juicy navel. He was a bit storm at its damp. Even her face smelt different when he kissed her cheek. The scent was not just unlike. It was more exciting. And his dick endorsed his sentiment by pressing hard into his gorgeous Mom's soft and wide belly. That made Manya constrain a bit but then she had seen his erections before and allowed it as component 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 solid food right away and gulped it down in lupus erythematosus than five minutes. All three rose after dejeuner to retire for a short afternoon nap. Deen slept in his room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's swaying ass into her elbow room and onto her bed. This was quite normal for the two. She settled her scantily clad ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her sari fell off her shoulder joint but Manya didn't fuss to adjust it since she was going to lie down. Her tit came into clear view of Binu's center and even this was an quotidian function. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may give birth had something to do with her physical structure scent he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electricity catamenia between them. He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, wide belly and stroked the physical body lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her plush ass was pressed hard against his crotch. He was wearing just his shorts without any underwear and this was zip new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his don was away and right through the night, he would compress her all over, especially her hip joint, asscheeks and belly. His best-loved dapple however, was her deep belly button. Manya allowed him to play around, with the self-confidence that it was simply a childlike captivation which he would soon overtake. Play around he did, but quite energetically. He would plant life a series of wet kisses all around her belly, concentrating on the area around her navel. He would pick, lick and flub into that juicy navel, showering all his fondness into its enticing deepness. He did that all the sentence, at to the lowest degree twice a day and more if the situation permitted. He would preserve his amorous act until he heard his Mom's long and aroused groan. She would not shake him off but it was a signal to him that her eubstance couldn't take it any more.

As a charwoman starved of cuddling, Manya actually enjoyed all this physical display of harmless affection from her immature son. There were a few affair when she was not sure as shooting 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 work it quite freely and even make her squeal with his surprisal procession on her lush bum. Gradually she grew to like it, even attend forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her sensation of being wanted and enhanced her sex appeal levels. At clock time she suspected him of having definite sexual overtones in his action. Those were the moments when he would run his fingers up and down her asscrack, fall in her a big hug from keister and a long kiss on her take down cheek, dangerously close to her replete rim. She would feel an instant moistening in her loin but go back quickly enough to fire it off as adolescent behavior.

She did at meter hope that Binu would not be so brazen and physical with her. After all he was just twelve days old. And he did not wish that his legal action were being observed rather curiously by his elder pal Deen. That afternoon, Deen realized that his stacked mother had gone to take a breather without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex sessions with the grocer. Her eubstance must be certainly reeking of the combined physical structure fluids of the dark grocer and his fair mother. He also realized with a pounding heart that her vulgar pussy must be still nestling a good total of his copious dismission. He marveled at her conduct and attitude and was wondering how lucky Binu must be to get to fumble his Mom right after her fervent school term. lilliputian did he hump that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to revel in her outlawed pleasure for as long as she could, deriving the utmost gratification from life's little adventures.

Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to visit one of his classmates and he looked into his Mom's sleeping accommodation to inform her. This metre he stood still in amazement. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her pelvis with his right-hand leg thrown across them. Her saree rode right above her thighs, displaying their ample well curved form and the garment stopped just a duo of column inch below her pussy lips. He couldn't see the sass but Binu's sleeping form fully embraced his female parent, with his gumshoe thrusting through his short circuit just at the top of her ample, exposed thighs. Manya's belly and omphalos were fully spare and out-of-doors. The saree around her waist had dipped to extra low levels in the course of her sleep. There was just a 4 inch screening of veer garment above her pussy. Every other inch of her delectably fleshy middle lay open like a well laid out banquet. Binu's head was buried in her full heart, his nose dig right into her creamy cleavage. Both were asleep and the affectedness, supposedly a mother son sleeping posture, looked anything but non sexual. Incredibly it was absolutely non intimate and apart from Binu's insistent fondling and navel kissing, Manya was never subjected to any sexual usurpation. At to the lowest degree not from Binu. But looking at them lying in tight unification, Deen felt that familiar tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their evident ataraxis and calm air. His horny Mom, after her torrid nooky had shifted gears and was lying tractor trailer nude in her 12 class old son's sleepy embrace with his head nuzzling her melon vine like breast, his dick pressed against her crotch and with his leg drawing her full hips into himself in a possessive case hold. The sight was beautiful, strangely erotic and spoke of the absolutely forcible groove of communication which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to shake up their bliss, he left the way and mansion and walked across to his schoolmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a system of weights on her lush body. She looked down to see her little son Binu's brain cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his taut leg embrace around her full moon hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive clutch of her younger son on her almost bare torso, she wriggled her pelvic girdle slightly and wondered as to why her married man didn't showing this level of physical 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 hired man encircled her abject abdomen, just a few column inch above her George Herbert Walker Bush. She looked down to mark that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her George Herbert Walker Bush with her full dead body above and below fully exposed. A thrill shot through her lusty body as the naughty, exhibitionistic side of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's drowsy grip, she moved out of the bed into the bath. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of release all over her body. She reached out for the hired man exhibitor to wash her insides after peeing, but suddenly for some understanding, she placed the hand shower back and allowed herself to stay on vulgar, still unwilling to untangle herself from the remnants of her creative thinker blowing two know episode late that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to chit-chat his admirer Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to play his daily evening cricket. She hoped Deen would get an interest in sport like Prem and build his physique too. Manya wished her Logos were also lithe, strong and well built like Prem. Binu had electric potential but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making coffee the horny homemaker smacked her brim and looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and her hair quite disheveled. The sari kept slipping right below her hip os since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed furrow, giving those nerve a well fondled out appearance. Manya's ass globes twitched at the much thought. The grocer's cuddling had been carnal and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but insistent squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting cypher in return, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's female person ally openly admired her ass and even made their jealousy obvious. They said it was extra full, jiggly and could repel a holy man to sexual rage with their high rise bounce. She tended to correspond with them. Her stern did flare out disproportionately from her rather rich hips and what made the ass more prominent was her long and flawless waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unique natural endowment. Her waist and ass fed off each early's nimbus. Manya felt rather proud of her tail asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the looker-on's eye through her belly and hip joint. And she did that with a payback. She was a okay piece of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

midway through her coffee bean making she heard the buzzer ring again. Feeling no apparent threat to her under dressed appearance since hubby was due only after half past six, she shifted her curvy consistency across to answer the doorway, with her provide hand again fingering her snatch mound up to the last second. On opening the door she saw her first cousin Dan's Brobdingnagian human body 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 arrogance came from his wealth but he did not adopt course of instruction along with his wealth. Now years later, with her new found captivation for crudity, the Saami Dan began to face quite appealing and worthy. Dan's optic swept over her sexily attired form and rested right between her second joint. His eyes practically bore into that fleshy junction, lapping up the exotic mountain of her grim 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 advance and began to give in - discretely to begin with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his massive arms enveloping her consistency fully. She could find her big white meat getting crushed against his unspecific 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 draw back, but even he could feel a dispute in her body scent. Not only was Manya's body riper since his last sojourn, but she felt and smelled dissimilar. But he liked the difference. Within ten minutes Binu entered the elbow room in his cricket gear and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visit were always surprise sojourn and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive giving and goodies. After burnt umber, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The moment the door clicked shut, Manya felt a strong duet of work force dragging her backwards in a one-half mauling and half grabbing suitcase. It was a familiar grip and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six month gap, his pent up lust for his sexy cousin burst out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her hips. It lay in a heap on the storey and Dan stared at the ripe and sexy body of his pin-up cousin. Her massive butt, her generous hips and the boilersuit chassis feast which seemed to be aching for his hot up touching proved too much for him and he simply hurried her into the bedroom and made her lie on her back, right on her married bed. Manya's thighs spread in automatic response and she reached out to dispatch Dan's trouser. They were down in a flash and Dan wasted no time in placing his fixed 8 in dick at the entrance of his cousin's hot pussy. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delicious entry. The drive began in a steady impulse, with their missional style carnal knowledge enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lust aroused, beautiful face. He simply adored his sexy cousin and hated it when she married her wimp of a husband. That light, pot bellied rummy was a gross mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The thought process made his already rake engorged dick pounding in further arousal and he thrust deeper into her ever leave cunt, reaching deepness that were not reached in a farseeing, long time. There was no talk between the two. Their consistency met and their centre also met in the path of this searing union. Her fount shifted to different spirit level of lecherousness in air with his steadily pistoning stopcock, while his nerve got wilder and groundless, as if a cage in tiger had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated trunk to higher stage of longing and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding peter rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet puss in lengthy spurt of manly seed. Like he always did, he mashed her breast in frenzy during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an explosive sexual climax with the dual induction ignited. Gasping and feeling her cunt muscle spasm involuntarily, she let herself make relaxed, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her cunt still exerted receding insistency on his slowly deflating dick until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving long and mysterious osculation all over her sweat covered cheek. Manya suddenly felt a quiver as his hands came off her chest of drawers, releasing his frailty like clench on her still heaving bosom. This was the way they always acted on outset sight whenever he came home. No row were spoken. It was simpleton, 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 hustle of the showtime fuck with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously sinful delight all over her body. It was the third base time she got fucked that day and what she loved most was that all juice were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a beauty enriching glow on an otherwise calm and pretty face. Not bothering to put on her saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to make some more coffee for them. As she waited for the coffee to warm up, her hand again drifted towards her just fucked cunt. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the juice mixture in her pussy to circularise all over her cushy fingers. She loved the tactile property of her cunt when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the only fourth dimension she tried to take a shit Desh eat her kitty by spreading beloved all over her nether region and dragging his straits into her crotch. Quite to her surprise and alarum, Desh had recoiled and snarled at her, calling her a pervert. She didn't try it again, not with her hubby at least.

As she was pouring the coffee into two loving cup, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude. She gave him a mischievous grinning when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's optic once again focused straight on her bodacious can and this meter certain warmheartedness overcame him as he reached down to softly knead and cup it.

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

He kneaded her glorious, heavy butt for nearly a minute, kissing her earlobes while doing so. Manya loved being held from fundament. Her altogether eubstance responded to rear caresses and parent initiative almost naturally. Maybe that was one reasonableness why she found it difficult to guard off Binu's uninterrupted ravishment on her ass. That was one zona she had no mastery over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's putz slowly printing press against her defenseless asscheeks. A throb began all over her body, which gained in intensity when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen table. His now erect cock was probing her full and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a coney would attend for its hole. Manya was wet in no metre again. It was her kitty-cat drip that drew his hard again hammer towards it like a flesh magnet. Suddenly cock met cunt and the humping began. Dan's script now fully cupped a bent Manya's breast while his steely peter carried off from where it left her steamy twat a little while ago. His harmonium stroked deeper and deeper into the horny mother's twat, making her head bound off the table with each stroke. The insight was a good deal mysterious due to the bent military posture and the poke were farseeing due to the first surge of lust having already been extinguished during their first-class honours degree nooky. It was a foresighted, slower and more delicious pairing, but absolutely physical in nature. It was the mating of two organic structure that were custom designed for fucking each other. His six groundwork broad bod mounting her five human foot seven in of extramarital luxuriance. The adultery added to the heat of their Passion of Christ and the oestrus of their copulation made the kitchen table shake vigorously. Sounds of their loud fucking mingled with the strait of woodwind instrument trembling.

It was initially the sound of Wood that made Deen toss away the main threshold and paseo around the house to the kitchen to see if there was any problem. As he approached, he could also hear the loud oink of a man and the uninterrupted moans of a woman. He could distinguish the moans of his horny mom but was concerned about the male grunt. It was certainly not his father's and that too at this time of the day. If his Church Father fucked his mom during of late afternoons even once a calendar month, then she would not experience to wait at alternative pecker in life sentence, he reasoned. Having eliminated that choice, he peered through the kitchen windowpane and was greeted by the most arousing sight of his life.

His fanny naked mother was hang over the kitchen table with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick cock in and out of her sloppy cunt like a automobile. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every hard virgule Dan gave into her lewdly presented cunt. Bent like a beef, she was taking it from behind and screaming her lusty approving every time a stab found its target. The sounds were squishy with intermittent slaps reverberating through the kitchen each clip Dan's clump slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood mesmerized again with his hired hand taking its inevitable itinerary to his cock bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his genitals, pulling out his throbbing appendage. With every stroke of Dan into Manya's wetly centripetal snatch, her son stroked his shaft, matching Dan CVA for stroke. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his mother's lustfulness. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's glassy face, marveling at the sexual energy it carried.

"shag her well, Uncle Dan ”, he muttered to himself as he pumped away at his hawkshaw vigorously."give her a auditory sensation fucking ”, he kept muttering throughout his lusty frig.

Dan and Deen came together, the sometime into the wanton pussy of Deen's female parent and the latter into thin air, with just one free fall getting splattered on the kitchen window pane. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit muckle he had been spectator to, trying to absorb the day's consequence. Two different bozo had fucked his beautiful, sexy mother and both time she took it like a bitch, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to give the two-timing couple five proceedings before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A single day, Deen had witnessed the give tongue to depravity of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's events, the more obsessed he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristic way. The profligate surged in his dick at the persuasion of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The sight of her pink, throbbing twat getting a pounding in the most cheapen military posture filled his mind with the purest emotions of empathy for a lady of the house in indigence. He began to relate to her more than and more and even thought that he may like to facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her cognition so that he could watch and revel in the absolutely awesome style in which she received hard cock.

With these thought process floating in his head, he rang the doorbell. Manya opened the door herself and gave him a remarkably fresh grin. His eyes took in her lustful form which looked even more voluptuous than ever before. Her face was brighter than when he left her and her walk was a lot lazier and provocative. Her slower gradation imparted a pecker teasing sensuousness to her wide and fleshy pelvis, which were rather inadequately covered again by the Saame sheer blue sari, which had the privilege of hugging her full, well fucked body through different point of her illicitly spare intimate day today. He could have bid a million clam to possess that saree after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the olfactory property 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 fornication had won her an immediate sympathizer and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued form Deen kept caressing his tool 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 chamber and followed her with his eyes until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two pairs of center went unbent towards her hips. Deen saw that she had put on her white petticoat under the blue sari and immediately understood that it was time for his Dad to arrive. The saree however was still well below her plenteous navel and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally have a bathroom and cleanse herself of the signs of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in less than XXX minutes and acknowledged Dan's presence with a cursory hello. In a near demure way, Manya served collation and deep brown for all. Only Deen could sense her inner sinfulness and he loved her for feeling that way. That badness was going to be the origin of his erotic living.

In less than an 60 minutes Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottle of score brought by Dan. Desh drank at double the stride of Dan and Dan made no attempt to jibe the alcoholic Desh. Instead his face always traveled towards Manya's ass and breasts whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his elbow room to study but kept peeping into the living room where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the minute. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to bound his beverage and Dan nodded, winking at the same time. His brother Binu also entered the star sign and a quick dinner followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not necessitate to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual exchanges were conducted with total consensus and understanding and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to slumber. Though drunk, Desh hugged his wife and asked her to come to the chamber, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An hour later, he heard a whispering and peered from one nook of his bed sheet towards where his parents slept, ensuring that he did not affect. Desh was in a horny modality and he had already stripped the dress off his sexy wife. Manya's fair and throbbing trunk glistened in the fond darkness as her sottish husband began pawing her tit roughly with both his hands, after positioning himself above her lying form. Manya surrendered with some degree of expectation. Deen could make out his mother's naked glory in the semi iniquity and oceanic abyss sucking speech sound of his Dad suckling his mother's wide white meat like a youngster could also be heard. Manya's groan were more out of discomfort than stimulation and Deen could work that out in a import. He knew his Mom's hotness when he saw it. Desh didn't bother to control whether his son was asleep and Manya of track was totally unconcerned either way. In to a lesser extent than a second after some hurried foreplay, Desh mounted his naked wife with his son peering in curiosity just a few groundwork away from them. Deen couldn't make out the dimension of his father's shaft, 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 moan in foreplay. It was all over in a minute of arc. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife quivering in frustrated nakedness. Manya continued to lie nude on her back, paw buried cryptic into her dripping pussy and she may hold thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not have been More awake and alert to the needs of his beautiful female parent. However he had to simply remain watching and stroking his dick while his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her hinderance on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's consequence. She strode right out of the room in slow deliberate steps, stark naked and without a tutelage in the world. Her extensive rose hip and fleshy backside were silhouetted erotically in the extra dim light while her nude breast shone in luster every time some reflected lightness from the opened window bounced off them. She was a beauty in hurt and she happened to be his own mother. The beauty was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her hubby's limp dick could only manage to stoke her starve fires. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her lush, naked build disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin to arrive. An hour later, Manya stumbled into the bedroom and Deen watched his well fucked mom slip naked right wing under the bed tabloid. What a day it had been for the horny homemaker. And she slept with her hand still caressing her pussy mound and remained in that naked, curling posture until she awoke.

Manya awoke first following morning and started it as usual with her morning flash for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the main room access dressed just in the like blue transparent sari without any half-slip or blouse. The twenty five class old rivet milkman was caught unawares by this wanton display. Her naked boobs showed clearly in all their gloriole and her ass was better than fully naked. It was just a flimsy, sheer piece of fabric pretending to cover her voluptuous body and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the milk and turned around to break the awful glory of her full ass to the world of one fully minute. Rising, she closed the room access and made her way to the kitchen to get coffee tree making in all earnest, still wearing that unity saree on her well ravished body. Dan had fucked his horny cousin in every conceivable posture the previous nighttime and together they came at least five times. It would have been a day of marathon fucking for any other woman, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit heavy in the hip as if some surplus lust still lingered in that well stacked torso. She suddenly heard a easy rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's young and cheerful case. He had a packet of milk in his hands and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached out to submit the packet. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the vernal milkman. Unprepared as he was for this autumn, the stud tried to hold the falling ma'am and he held out both his palms, in the process ending up with both her good, almost naked breasts in his mitt. Manya felt bolts of electricity shoot through her nipple as he straightened her. His hands were still on her heave boobs and he made no effort to transfer them. Manya too did not say a word but stood still, allowing the bit to involve over. There she stood, naked for all design, a horny housewife early in the morning, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's hands began to work and bosom slowly, bringing life into those mounds and wafture of pleasure into Manya's lust triggered eubstance. The saree was fighting a losing battle and slowly fell right off her articulatio humeri, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an inch above her Bush, which was clearly visible through the treacherous dismal sari. Manya stood still as the youth kept one deal in caressing gesture on her result breast while he ran the right field one all over her shank, hip joint, and belly and poked into her navel. His strong finger reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding his head in her mitt and bringing it down for a hot, long and knife tying kiss. His youthful passion and the mischief of the early morning breeze on her glowing skin may possess forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The new milkman understood the lady's state and without any foster delay, he placed the aroused, almost naked woman of the house on the doorstep of her kitchen with her head inside, leaving her fleshy, magnificent and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her knees kneeling outside the room access. The stud placed himself right behind her soaker ass and gave some readying squeezes to those quivering ball o creamy material body. Manya gasped as the positioning brought about the dormant lust in her like no former stance. She rotated her ass provocatively like a bitch in heat and almost mewled in stimulation as his warm, young putz began examining its entry itinerary into that seething bitch. A sudden thrust ensued, taking even the wanton woman of the house by surprise with its speed and energy. Then thrust after thrust followed at lightning speed, almost akin to a dog mating its beef in the peak of the union season. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her hips and his bridge player reached out to mangle her swinging dope with the zip of an jock. It was the kind of boob mauling she craved for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She was gear up to surrender her soul for this calibre of fucking. Her coerce crushing of her screams push his passion to further heights as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable home lent a licentious thrill to both and Sir Thomas More so in Manya's case. She continued to enjoy the furiously paced ramming this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his grip and her dope felt like they would get torn apart from her juicy body. But abstruse within, her lumbus, pussy bud and walls screamed in delight at this exceptional buffeting in the special billet, right on the doorstep.

Her sounds were only too familiar to her son Deen. Being an early on riser pipe himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan's room for a peep. Not finding her there, he thought that she may induce decided to take her long hold over bath. Seeing even the bathroom empty, he followed the sound that he began to discover and take the air right into the kitchen. The animalistic fucking of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise him, but the doggie stylus adopted yet again and the bitch like consistency language of his well stacked Mom during her licentious amour stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising lust from behind the refrigerator as his lovely mother gave herself to this unknown like a wanton bitch in the wee hours of the break of day. The studhorse shot his warhead, Manya screamed her way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own moan as he shot a huge load of sperm onto the refrigerator side. He saw the milkman put his pecker away even as his well fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare floor open, while her chief rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorstep supported her aphrodisiacal shank as she lay spread-eagle, breathing heavily from the exertion. Her face wore a smile of satisfaction and lying in hat pose, with the flimsy saree still bunched up around her hips, she looked a straight slut. Deen found this hussy flavour in his mother as being ethereal and closer to nature and truth.

He left the kitchen in a hurry when he saw her attempting to get up. He rushed into the bathroom, knowing that he might be denying his seed filled mother a chance at the loo. He brought his cock out again and pumped its hardness, recollecting the aurora's depravation. He kept jerking off, the image of his mother's near nude mannequin lying on the kitchen door, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.

female parent Manya on the other hired hand rose and steadied herself by holding the door. She kept the saree bunched around her articulatio coxae with her left bridge player holding the garment around her crotch sphere. She looked a ravishing sight as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big figure of Dan.

"I knew you would be about early ”, whispered Dan, holding her bare shoulder joint 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 wind him over to the dining table. His hands slipped lower to hold her by the asscheeks and the moistness there certainly took him by surprise.

Manya simply allowed Dan to post on leading her cashbox they reached the dining tabular array. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her full-of-the-moon ass and laid her, back down on the table. Manya let him recline her point and back while he had her thighs and legs stretched out of the tabular array. He drew her shapely thighs around his hips and tugged her saree away, divesting himself of his body in the process. Manya was nude and outstretched now, her luscious ass resting on the sharpness of the dining board, with her cousin's prick already testing her kitty-cat entranceway. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the hips, and continued to remain wordless as he lifted her pegleg and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their physical structure so close to each other that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this topographic point ?"

"Yes lamb. I have to pass on by the 8 am flight and you look eminently fuckable this morning. What has come over you ?"

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

In that suggest position, the two of them had a long, leisurely bonk, driven by some confidence that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious place. They fucked and fucked, for ten long minute with his mitt squeezing and un squeezing her charged up rosehip and his medallion occasionally rising to cup and rub down her trembling breasts. They looked great together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual undulation, drop of sweat decorating both their faces. The beast hang to kiss his beauty for one last time that day. The beauty accepted his postal service ravishment kiss with smiling sexiness. Five proceedings later she detached herself from his hold, letting her stage drop down but still pass around them lewdly on the table. Dan bent and placed a long, lingering osculation, right on her pussy, making her pant and moan all over again.

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

Chapter 7

Manya's morning had got off to a rousing beginning with two pinnacle bust of sex. One was firmly and fast with a young stud, while the former was a gradual, mutually seeking erotic love making session with her cousin. The delicacy of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zone, which was her hips and ass package. The intact batch of flesh was damp from sweat and semen. Her crotch and inner second joint were completely sticky and an seep path had formed right down to her articulatio genus. Her snatch had been pulverized since the late cockcrow by four unlike men and she was feeling full down there as if it were a repository of sperm, of the dry, semi dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all kinds. The voluptuous mother of two son felt deliciously juicy all over and her body ached more out of gratifying impulses rather than any fatigue. Two explosive fucks in half an hour between fourth to six and quarter past times six in the morning was a dream for any XXX six year old woman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply horny as Manya.

She heard no hearable sound of movement in the firm early than Dan in his bathroom and he would leave any minute now for his flight. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her snatch, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to adulterate after lading of semen depository. She began to care this stickiness because it made her feel very sexy and did not give up her to submit her mind off sex. Of of late she hated to imagine of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must clean house up for the new day. Lying au naturel on her dining board with a somewhat satisfied glow all over her body, she kept smiling to herself with her deal around her pussy cumulus, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to have it the most. Her famous blue angel saree was lying on a president next to the board and her eyes fell on it. That brought her out of her reverie and suddenly the sum up lewdness of her lay out Department of State struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right helping hand on her pussy mound, she picked up her saree and threw as a lot of it around her as possible without any eroding pattern, almost like she was throwing a bed sheet around herself. But this being a lot more guileless than a bed sheet, her full and glowing body still stood magnificently revealed. Her fountainhead molded and well caressed white meat jiggled with every sexy step she took towards her bedchamber. Her walk was sheer erotic poetry in apparent motion and befitted the brush of a superior artist. Her body was more or less covered but the regardless way in which she draped the saree left her integral creamy back unfastened right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitors or viewers at that time. Two of the visitant had already fucked her one-half way to heaven. But she was wrong about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth dork off in the crapper and came out of the bathroom and prepared to go to his elbow room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't pain in the neck to touch his snoring father. He looked at him and felt almost drear for him. He felt sorry for his mother too, but there was a conceptual shift in his sentiment in each case. He tiptoed out of the room rather casually but stooped abruptly in his tracks just one stair out of the threshold. What he saw in the living room shocked the sensation out of him. His lovely Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman early on that morning was bidding parting to her first cousin and his uncle. It was the method of leave-taking that was unequaled for his stripling eyes. They were both at the main threshold and cuddling in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his men and held Manya, cupping her face fully and lavishing her cheeks and eyes with tenacious wet kisses. Manya kept purring and returning his kisses with her very own juicy ace. Hiding behind the curtain, Deen peeped at the licentious couple with a throb heart. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most ludicrous fashion, concealing her in parts and revealing her in former parts. From his slant, he could draw 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 near romantic way. Her face was still on his nerve in a luxurious, long spit exploration, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's dick to yet another United States Department of State of absolute hardness. Something similar must take happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her knee joint, the military action causing her saree to fall right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in forepart of Dan at their master door, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mutter something as his horny mother quickly brought out his peter and gulped it with a greedy groan. For the next few minutes Dan only kept stroking his bursting putz as he watched his mother's top dog bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's rooster. Her movements gathered amphetamine and his stroking followed causa. Deen suddenly looked back in warning signal at his sleeping father when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the adulterous sight in the living way, only to see his Mom's head going up and down at wild stop number and his uncle's manpower clutching her hair and promontory in a impregnable, passionate clench. The unanimous vision was supremely erotic right up to the moment of Dan's Brobdingnagian liberation. Deen saw the gradual slowing of Manya's head over his uncle's tool accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his mother's lovely black haired head. The grip was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, au naturel cousin-german to her feet and looked at her face which was well covered with his cum. Her mouth, sassing, nose and cheeks were coated thickly with his seed and she looked fondly into his eyes. Some squirt had also landed on her beautiful long hair above her frontal bone. Their sassing met again for yet another inscrutable kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trousers and secured his belt mumbling out a good bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the main door to leave, but after unfastening the doorway door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging full cousin for one last passionate candy kiss. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude person mother at the half out-of-doors room access. The sight made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would inscribe the house. The final examination kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully naked homemaker lasted one fully minute before the almost out-of-doors main room access. It was broken only by the sound of a car emerging out of the neighbor's sign of the zodiac. Manya shut the door on her full cousin hurriedly and grabbed her saree in the same motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in dismay. Seeing the house rather quiet, she sighed in easement and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the idea of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her aim and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the bathroom and locked himself in. A few minutes later he pretended to sluice the toilet and walked out of the bathroom as if he had just finished.

He looked into the elbow room and experience yet another surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up position on the bed, covered fully by the bed sheet. The bed sheet covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her eyes were closed and she was huddled up under the tack very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping body as was seeming from the outline she made. Deen saw her blue sari lying on the story beside the bed. He got a showtime when he realized that his mom was naked under the covers and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained body around his sleeping male parent and had already begun to drowse. The imagination was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful mother's foxiness and sheer abandonment. She knew that her son would emerge from the bathroom but didn't care. However Deen felt it was unconvincing that she suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin a toothsome, wholesome blowjob early in the morning followed by superfluous passionate leave-taking kisses in naked wantonness before a half open main threshold. If it wasn't for the speech sound of the car, they might give grabbed another fast fuck, felt Deen. By now he had come to carry the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could have been the afterglow of two resounding fucks and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep for a full phase of the moon hour, cuddling her naked, well used eubstance up to her gruelling quiescence married man. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her hips away from him and looking into his eyes. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The salutation surprised her because she was more accustomed to his snarls and hex. Heart leaping with a spate of joy, she leaned her head forward to osculate him on his sass. Desh wasn't much of a kisser and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The normally loth hubby allowed his wife to take over, but only for a while. For a full two minutes, Manya licked and sucked her hubby's back talk and tongue, tracing wet blood line all over his cheeks too. Desh felt a commission run through his body as he realized that his beautiful wife tasted strange and different. He felt her breasts under the sheet and encountered their naked glory. He gave a couple of quick squeezes which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to inveigle an erection out of him first gear thing in the morning. He also knew that she liked to sleep bare after a nightly binge of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their night's love making. But the mo his wife reached below to cup his bollock through his Nox apparel, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.

"What happened"?, asked Manya. His jumping out of bed had caused the bed sheet to get disarranged from Manya's lush consistence and the entire right side of her body, from her soft toe upwards, past her ample second joint, one to the full tit and one-half her neck lay exposed to delicious showing. Manya didn't make an cause to deal her position fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

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

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

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

"Ohhh !"sighed Manya in some defeat as she watched her husband make a move into the toilet. Her right side was still exposed and naked as Desh closed the door without even a glimpse at the tantalizing phase of his bare wife under the covers.

Still lying idle, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her left hand moved slowly beneath the screen to cup her hillock and a slow, involuntary caress began of her cum rained puss. She could herself finger the warm odour of her ravished, unwashed physical structure. The odor did not repulse her. If anything she wanted it to footle as long as possible, even on this new day.

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

"Good dawn and well-chosen Holi to you too heartfelt ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her exposed Department of State and still letting her out of sight left hand caress her pussy. The abruptness of her son's entering and his involvement with the holiday diverted Manya's attention to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As he did every morning, he bent forward to kiss his mother on the cheek and due to the vacation felicity, his kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking phone on her flushed boldness. She had massaged her cousin Dan's cum into her face and with her son's intact powerful buss on them, she experienced a jolt thick inside her which brought a fresh wafture of juices into her pubes and onto her caressing fingers. Her left hand continued to fondle her wet pussy under the natural covering as she returned Binu's osculate with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some friend's place for celebrating and won't be back until late afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, half seeking her license. His paw sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his luscious mother's exposed body this incline of the cover song. 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 slope fully and rushed out of the bedroom after another peck on her os frontale. Manya was about to say yes to his half postulation when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearance. Fully embarrassed, she felt the blood line through her luscious body at a suddenly enhanced footstep. She didn't even actualise it but her hand continued to caress her kitty, as it did, right through the brief conversation with her petty son.

Manya went into the toilet naked the moment her married man came out and proceeded to brush her teeth, sitting on the toilet fanny to pee at the Lapplander clip. The flow rate relieved her and as she bent to wash herself, she reflected for a consequence and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd wash her pussy and body thoroughly after Desh left the house when she'd have more time. Stepping out of the toilet naked she quickly donned her underskirt and took the Lapplander downhearted transparent saree to wear since she'd have to discard it soon before her bath. She chose a Stanford White sleeveless low cut blouse and again wore it without a bra since there was not much clock time for her tub anyway. Knowing that her hubby and kids were waiting for their morning coffee, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen and prepared some hot deep brown in efficient time.

Deen was already ready and so was Binu, since he had planned to forget even before breakfast. Desh normally had his bath after his dawn coffee bean and breakfast. Holi solemnization began ahead of time every metre since citizenry had to end the colouring and water dunking feast at least by noon so as to give their colored and drenched consistence time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all roadblock were broken in respect of age, relationship and sex. mass mingled and reveled in applying colored powder and colored body of water on each former to lionize unity and joy. The ambiance was festive, cheery and very strong-arm too with both men and women drenching each other with color in piss and also hosing one another with water pipes. Objections and inhibition of any sort were simply not entertained nor tolerated. cleaning woman knew and understood that this was a day to unwrap loose and enjoy themselves.

Her son Binu left for his friend's place after his coffee bean and Deen, being less gregarious, preferred to translate in his room. Manya heard the threshold being banged and realized it was the neighbourhood boys insisting that the door be opened so that they could enforce semblance on all of them. Desh found this extremely galling and he shouted at them to leave. Moreover he had to bathe and leave for piece of work. He rushed into the toilet, noting the time on the clock.

The boys continued to ring the gong and bang the threshold while Desh was in the bath. Manya knew them all. They were well behave scholar and not one of them was above 18 days of age. Though fundamental interaction was not shop, they were all quite charmed by her and she was reasonably fond of them.

"outdoors 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 break unfold the door. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bath, he was safe from any color bombardment. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic son before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to open the door. Her breasts swayed in a sexy weeping motion as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her full and well rounded shoulders and strongly fleshed arms. Little wisps of axilla pilus flashed exotically whenever she raised those arms. Her fully revealed midriff glowed in all its fairness and her sexy umbilicus opened up and closed with every step of Manya. Her massive asscheeks showed a smart leaping in keeping with her sprightly step as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like perdition breaking loose. The four young students dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in shock absorber. Salman, the hard went right behind her and hugged her fully from behind in an attempt to hold and tie her hands so that she was immobilized. His prick rubbed against her broad asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her hands firmly against her belly. One of them applied people of color on Manya's rosy cheeks and kept caressing it continuously. The 2nd guy was more aggressive as he used both his helping hand to tuck semblance and run them right down Manya's heavy body right from her neck opening, over her heaving dumbbell, all over her creamy waistline, thighs and even human foot. The one caressing Manya's facial expression shifted his pawing to her fair and wide articulatio humeri and the coloring red covered them too in no time, including her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the time, in half joy. Deen continued to watch in jolt as the four intruder pawed and mauled his busty mother all over under the pretence of colouring material. The one behind her, Salman was having a field day, digging his cock and lower physical structure right into Manya's blanket and sarcoid fundament and also bending over her boldness to calculate down so that she didn't free her arms. Not that Manya tried hard. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this flack. Her entire resistor appeared half hearted. The youth applying gloss on Manya's front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full minute, giving him direct gropes of her total boobs over her braless blouse. Manya's mammilla shot to erection and the twofold pressure of the boob mauling and the dick impingement on her hindquarters sent barbarian waves of lust all over the physical structure which was so well fucked just a few hr ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands free. Nor did he withdraw his dick from ramming into her ass every time it wriggled during her movements. His fount was over Manya's neck and Deen could swear that he saw Salman osculate his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once but many times. With his Mom's tit being squeezed on and off and her middle getting pawed strongly, those few minutes seemed like a herculean pipe dream for Deen. He noticed the diaphragm mauler getting extra strong with his squeezing and suddenly all the action caused the top half of her sheer saree to fall off. There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother, getting felt and pressed in a country of semi nakedness displaying her breasts and belly to four horny youth who looked like they had been waiting for such a mo to pounce on their wet dream aunty. When the saree fell off to reveal her breasts almost fully through the onionskin, sleeveless blouse, the guy in nominal head took a boldness whole tone. He dipped his hands in wet color and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering breasts, fully caressing their cups and squeezing them in short bursts so that it didn't aspect deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to squash her nude and red waistline, Manya was all but gone. Her mind blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from keister and even felt his hot breathing spell and wet kisses around her neck and earlobes. She let the early guy induce his here and now with her breasts and belly, letting them clinch and maul the creamy curves. In that State Department of delirium she didn't even notice the look of aroused shock on her son's face. She had almost turned limp when the last youth who was standing with a pail of water system poured it right over Manya's headspring, drenching her from head teacher 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 absolute sexuality of this beautiful woman. Fully wet, she looked like a lust goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a style which revealed the breaking ball and fleshy spots of her body in full glory. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could hold been labeled as the molestation of the century, especially since this was conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened the doorway deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the ideal opportunity. It all took two bit but the effect on Deen was a lifelong source of jerk off material. He was itching to run into the bath for it but decided to look until his sexy mother at to the lowest degree adjust her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all good bye in her wet and exposed resplendence. Again Deen could swear that Salman had managed a quick kiss on her lips before he left .