The shrill morning dismay sent unruly bolts and wave into Manya's organic structure as she stirred, opened her cryptic eyes and cast a sleepyheaded coup d'oeil towards the space following to her. Her eyes met with the not so urge heap of her still snoring married man Desh, cuddled up like an insecure nipper, his breath carrying the odour of hard drink and his chest panting in monotonous regularity. The 36 class old housewife sighed and shifted her full soma slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin White person blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inches below her deep navel, she dragged her toothsome body out of bed towards the bathroom, pausing for a import to look at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked tangle and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her brownish Black person aureole stared right out of her lose weight blouse and this morning the ends were acuate and pointed, common mood of her corporal need for a wide-cut blooded fuck. Almost involuntarily her hands went to the fleshy region between her thighs and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to put on in heat, the moment her fingers sought the warm folding. With an inaudible groan, she gave one loving squeezing between her inner thigh and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a tremor of relief as some of the accumulated hot pants found alternate release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the same scant garb she moved to the main room access to collect the morning Milk River. Opening the door, she bent to pick up the milk and in the physical process her full titty spilled out to form a delectable cleavage. From the 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-after-day appearance. A wax minute was spent in gathering the milk during which her creamy boob 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 charge from this flash and even when person other than the common milkman delivered the Milk, they learnt to stay until Manya gathered her milk.

Turning her back to the milkman, she started closing the door, giving him a lingering view of her ample, meaty ass and a rousing rear view of her trunk, especially since the petticoat came down to well below her pelvis and settled almost at the beginning of her ass crack. Just before finally losing the room access, she turned again towards the outside and offered another trice of her huge midriff, with its irrupt curvature at the waist and the juicy, deeply, inviting navel point. This exercise was her dayspring restorative and a day was insipid without it.

The full five metrical unit seven inches of her full bodied, well stacked, lush soma swayed with a foolhardy grace as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a moment to chirp into the room of her two Son, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and content, hands between his thigh and lost in a moony reality, while Binu was sleeping on his back, his right paw placed idly around his private parts. What caught her eye was, however the tenting in his shorts, sticking imposingly out at the cap. She smiled indulgently like a female parent would, but a bass moistening crept up her pussy, which was already aroused by the good morning show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to prepare the cockcrow coffee and breakfast. Within an minute all hell would break unleash as three males would rush through their forenoon routine, gulp their nutrient and flee the theatre, leaving her all alone. The thinking made her flavour a bit empty but also filled her with an enterprise and abandonment that came from the knowledge that she would be all by herself with her voluptuous, sensuous body.

Deen was always the firstly one to wake up. Nearly six feet tall, he was a gruntle titan, loose limbed and with the body words of a estimable and loveable kid. Manya continued to continue in her attire even before her child and it had become pattern for them to watch their skimpily clad Mom go about her chores every morning in that state of undress. She had been doing it now for the retiring 4 years out of sheer convenience and it never struck her that their bursting endocrine would one day take cognizance of her ample charms, especially her well polish buttocks, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

"commodity morning 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 describe the full curves of both her melon like breasts with the total resplendency of their semi pointed nipples.

His putz jerked to attention.

"Get gear up dearest. Today's your special breakfast item. Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her full hips against his. Deen could feel the heat, softness and core of his Mom's pelvis as she went past him. He stifled a gasp as her delicacy fingers inadvertently grazed his crotch. He wore no underwear beneath his shortstop and he was startled by the near clutches of his throbbing young manhood by his very own biologic mother. It stunned him and also confused him, like it did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally, adding to his dilemma. His first stirrings of manhood had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His world-class dick caressing had taken place while he had seen her changing. His first of all John Major jerk off had been over her photograph of her carrying him as a three year old. He loved concentrating on his three class old hand clutching at Manya's bosom in the picture. And when he came, he made sure that some drops always landed on the picture, if potential 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 elder son's disturbance but did cypher in terms of either her dressing or body language to disport him. If she was built sexy and left with an eternally horny body due to her married man's inanition in bed, then she couldn't avail it. No force on earth can obscure a charwoman in heating, especially a woman blessed with the full-bodied contours and fleshy warmth of Manya. She had a body that craved loving. She had luscious breasts that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy shank that desired a man's warm ghost. She had a massive, protruding, more than than proportionate ass that could well be her C. H. Best asset. It was high, business firm, wide-eyed and with a curvature that sent viewers'passions soaring. There was not one of her hubby's friends that didn't want to spank her luscious ass or plunge into her juicy puss. She didn't upkeep about their advances and over meter she learnt to live with them. Even those long lush parties where men would featherbed in subtle gropes and almost leering gossip while her husband would be sizzled left her quite in control. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a all-embracing salmagundi of men of all age radical lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and osculate on the cheek. Binu was always the more demonstrative and strong-arm of the two Thomas Kid. His hug lingered a little longer than necessary but Manya made no motion to free herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his mother's cheek, this time rather close to the quoin of her backtalk. Manya felt his young, 12 year old hard-on thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her pussy moisten again. Binu's acts awakened her hibernating lecherousness. Though twelve long time old, his actions were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to grab her, rub his dick against her vast behind and let his hands roam all over his juicy female parent's expansive waist. His deal groped the bottom of her braless blouse and made adequate contact with her mounds to make her squeal. It was wanton for Manya to dismiss her small son's act as childlike. Only a part of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to persist so that she was spared of any negotiation with her conscience. Unlike his elder brother, Binu knew his needs and made his move very obvious, with no cathode-ray oscilloscope for any communication gap. Manya loved it. It made her feel very wanted and desirable. Binu on the other handwriting was sure that he was only expressing his extremum love for his mother.

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

Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her quiescency husband and studied his configuration as she neared him. He was an inch shortsighted than her five feet seven inches, slender in arm and chest of drawers but with a pot belly that grew out of endless 60 minutes of boozing, both at home and outside. He snored the moment his head hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their early days of married couple when she used to inflame him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his ears lightly while her fingers danced around his flaccid humanity. He would budge in those days and delay until she would stroke him to semi hard-on. Then suddenly, without warning he would take hold of her by the waistline and turn her around to urinate her lie belly up on the bed. Using his left hand to drag her saree above her smooth, hot thighs, he would guide his half ready dick into her already steaming pussycat. A few sheik strokes would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his tool into her eager dear draw close whenever it slipped out. About 60 seconds of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out a measly measure of sperm into her womb, which would just about suffice to moisten her just watering cunt. With an irritated grunt he would simply roll off her and rush into the bath without even looking back. If he did, then he would have seen the writhing, frustrated consistence of his lovely married woman, legs spread, breathing heavily and thighs twitching in rising intensity.

The mint of a writhing semi nude statue Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an climax would have been the ultimate erotic ken for any peeping tom but for the sexy married woman herself it was a day-after-day torture. And she was forced to go through this torture on a daily basis, at times with phrenetic regularity and with the slap-up ever regularity in the stopping point few months.

In the last few years here had been hardly any enliven turn of love qualification, which for her hearty body was a deprivation surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever choose between her day-after-day simoleons and a daily ass, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh alive. With the usual morning grunt and without the slightest hint of a promising too soon erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even care his beautiful wife.

The moment her husband closed the bath door, she heard Deen call out,"Mom, I need help to wash out my tomentum ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's john. Along the way, she unwrapped her sari, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bath. She didn't want to wet the sari in the course of Deen's bath. Deen was in his underclothes and sitting on a faeces when Manya moved across to him, her braless bosom swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each step. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's oceanic abyss and big omphalus. As Manya bent and washed his hair with shampoo her navel and lower abdomen stared right into his face. It was a double spread for the budding youth as his eye absorbed he juicy profoundness of her belly clit and his nostrils inhaled the musky olfactory property of her bush, which permeated through the underskirt. In less than three seconds his dick jibe up in his undies, a mickle which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting reaction of her husband and son to the very same consistence. But being the mother, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her accident. The copious lather forced Deen to shut down his eyes. Now he could only sense his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into greater arousal. Her big boobs would dip every now and then to conjure into his top dog warmly while her crotch would achieve tantalizingly skinny to his cheek, with the fragrance almost sending him into a red-blooded daze. The he felt the pee raining down from the shower onto his fount and promontory. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He was not the only one wet. His mother's sexy body was drenched all over the top half, her mamilla poking right out of her wet blouse. The sight was astoundingly erotic with those creamy hillock jiggling right in front of his face. Deen thought he would shoot out his kindling without even a touch. At the same clock time he was transfixed and puzzled by the total nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash off and towel off her son's aroused body. She seemed to be completely casual in her near total exposure to Deen, her very own son. With her full-of-the-moon hip barely a few inches from his head, she turned around to wrench off the cascade, in the process presenting him with a mind boggling appearance of her huge ass, covered only by a wet half-slip. The garment made a huge inroad into her butt crevice and the whole show was straight out of one of those soft porno flicks which he enjoyed now and then with his pals. But he was better blessed than his champion because he had casual rattling life diffused porn scenes to be out in his own house and with his very own loving mother. A uncivilized sentiment germinated in his head which seemed to come from out of nowhere -"What if any of his supporter were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The thought left him as soon as it came but the semen were sown. Manya left the can to check on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his dick the moment his mother's brazen ass swayed out of sight. He needed the release.

Manya needed release too but all she got was more arousal in Binu's way. Her jr. son had just finished his tub and was about to set off dressing when his half wet, barely dressed Mom walked in to enquire about him.

"It's getting time for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her statement broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual manner his hands completely encircled her fully waistline and caressed the folds at the sides with the forefinger finger of his right hand straying into her navel to feel it in a circumvolve apparent movement. The posture lasted one hour of squealing and 60 seconds of tedious and steady pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this presentation of tenderness from Binu and only Manya suspected that the feeling was quite intimate even from her son's side. But as always, he would stop just when her body began to sell her emotions. He would cease to caress her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his genes and libido from her side of the family. But it was still too too soon to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that soul found her desirable and somebody wanted to feel her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. oceanic abyss, intemperately and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if possible right out of her brains.

Feeling fully aroused from all the amorous attention she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree around her wet underclothing and went to disperse the breakfast on the table. The attire felt burdensome and she found herself being slowed down by a silent droning between her thigh. Involuntarily again, her left script reached for her crotch. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the dress for at to the lowest degree 5 minutes before the audio of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

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

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

hour after they all left, Manya rushed into the bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her clothes off her fire up consistency on the way. She unstrung her petticoat and deplume the blouse off her bursting breasts as her lustfulness aroused body flopped onto the soft bed. Both helping hand covered her wide-cut white meat, the palms kneading roughly and the finger's breadth pulling at the now sharp baksheesh. Her legs thrashed about as she literally crushed her full phase of the moon bosom like a demons in heating plant. Her full organic structure felt like it was on fire and she thought she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her helping hand dropped quickly to her snatch mound and she worked her finger in and out of that copious and fleshy zona, causing her thighs to spread, close and bedcover in a mind boggling sequence of abandonment. She gave herself in totally to the demands of her lush, neglected body. Her devastate curvaceousness surged with renewed hope every time she subjected herself to this outburst of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as her fingers delved and probed into her soaked puss, striking a manic rhythm in tune with her wildly arouse learning ability. The passionate starting line rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full hips up and down on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny trunk to a new peak of ecstasy. She felt the tide raise deep within her loins and it only drove her fingerbreadth deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its bloom and let let loose a bursting flood, washing her loins all over, making her fingers reach furious speeds until the collapse began, first in her loins, then in her fingers and finally in her gilt, overweight inner thigh. With receding Passion of Christ, she slowly regained normal breathing, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the downcast abdomen, feet still apart in a obscene reminder of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with sweat and wet with her juices. The totally bed sheet was drenched and she silently decided that she would change it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an hour after her marathon seance she rose for a bathtub. The cool down body of water felt comforting on her still hot body. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her bush and slit. She stroked, caressed and patted her mound indulgently until a flutter of rousing crept up her vertebral column all over again. Sighing, she stepped out stark defenseless into her sleeping accommodation. She used a lose weight white towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own manus. She dabbed the light towel all over her gorgeous consistency until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her long hairsbreadth. She wrapped the towel around her hair after ten minutes of drying. Opening her wardrobe, she tried to decide on what to get into when her eyes fell on a calorie-free blue transparent saree and a sheer White River blouse. She took both of them into her hands, without as much as a intellection for a bra and petticoat. She hated the weight and imperativeness of undergarment. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to experience the fabric rub against her supple and sexy flesh, especially around her glorious hips and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a trailer truck transparent saree gave a complete photograph of her lower hoarded wealth and fleshy second joint. But she didn't charge. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underwear and she had the whole day right up to her hubby's arrival to mistake back into them anyway.

However it did not use to her two Logos. She was well-situated without undergarments in their presence and she guessed they were comfortable too. In any type there were no obvious augury of overplus on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through sarees without a pinch of underclothes. right wing through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one bingle garment on her lush trunk, be it a half-slip and blouse or saree without half-slip. The total attire was for their father, a fact which they came to realize rather early. The musical theme made them sense secure and cozy about their sexy mother. They loved her a lot Sir Thomas More for the extra comfort horizontal surface she seemed to share with them. It made them palpate peculiar - and horny too. And they kept their impression to themselves - as yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer sari and blouse. It technically covered her whole organic structure but revealed its fleshy, creamy glory to awesome effect. Tied well below her bass and exotic bellybutton, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's ample hips and threatened to fall right off her juicy physical structure if she even bent forward a little Thomas More than needed. The blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was so soused and low cut that half her cleavage was on show right through the onionskin saree. The nates of the blouse was almost tucked into the bag of her full boobs, giving them spirit and bounce as she walked. From the base of her boob to maybe an inch above her President George W. Bush was a completely revealed territory of supercharged flesh. Manya's window of seduction was her fleshy yet sexy middle and the randy housewife was fully aware of it. It was huge, wide and bedecked with possibly the deepest and racy navel on earth. When she walked in this garb, her thighs and trimmed George Herbert Walker Bush offered themselves to view in tantalizing peeks. Taking the rear view, the saree dipped right down to the tips of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily drape itself around Manya's meaty nates. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front of any witness who happened to run into this corneous wife and mother of two. Putting it plainly, her whole torso screamed for a fucking.

The beginnings of queasiness crept into her lush torso and Manya launched into her customary knoll caress. She would finger herself after bath for about a few bit everyday before preparing lunch. Now, while she was in that dreamy magical spell, she heard the buzzer ring. She first looked out of the windowpane and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three Day to deliver vegetables and fruits. Manya rose from the couch, hand still on her genital organ and moved to open the threshold. She kept her hand on her hillock in a partial derivative caress and retained it all the way up to the door, loth to yield up the warm moistness which had begun to engross her loins and also form a humble wet piece on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

left hand to herself, Manya would have preferred to indulge in prolonged ego rape in her present temper. Her mind quickly accepted the intrusion but the signal to her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a certain intimate discordance, especially between her second joint, where a flyspeck ooze had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the threshold and peered out to ask if there was any fresh hooey. She kept just her psyche out of the door, her handwriting still playing with her pussy through the sheer bend of her sari. The grocer announced that many of her usual choice of veggie were fresh and she may like to take a facial expression and decide. Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, digit still playing with her pussy behind the door. With one last jabbing, she withdrew her hand from where she loved to continue it the most and threw the door wide open. The grocer, a stocky man in his recent thirties gaped in astonishment at her dress, or the deficiency of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to imbibe his aid. The grocer's psyche worked at the f number of light source, unable to fathom the luscious sight in strawman of him. He knew from his frequent sojourn that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a horny lady of the house in all his mansion sales over the years. He could spot a hungry pussy when he saw one. Over the last one year he had seen Manya in various careless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in control of thing. It was more like she was teasing citizenry rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a prick teasing indefinitely and his pecker was bound to let 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 transparent, showing him all of her. The fertile bush, those splendiferous thighs and the entire midriff, everything lay before him like a fete, with her belly clitoris calling attention to his gaze. While she was fingering herself the top one-half of her sari had slipped aside, leaving her rich and deep navel fully exposed to his view. With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the omphalos resembled a pussy in need, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to examine some of the leafy vegetables and this made the top half of her saree drop, revealing her generous cleavage with a shed light on vision of her perked up nipple. She didn't realize that her saree had dropped and continued with her genuine chore of grocery picking from his basketful. The grocer's heart popped right out their sockets and his cock threatened to shoot down out of the fabric it was stretching around his genital organ. His impregnable deal felt a rushing of blood as did every vein in his body. Manya was decidedly the hottest of his customers and he looked forward to visiting her house more to live the surprises she held for him in the form of her frock code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. Breasts, pap, umbilicus, midriff, thigh, and bush - every apothecaries' ounce of her juiciest percentage was starkly visible through her dream like garments. The Arabian dancers did wear down transparent derriere but at least they wore scanty. Here a middle older woman of the house was treating him to fleshy delectation of the kind citizenry only dreamt of.

The apparent involvement of Manya with the food market field goal and her ignorance of the nation of her tit suited the grocer and he let his hungry eyes travel all over her voluptuous inning, taking in the sex oozing out of every inch. His eyes rested for longer mo on her pelvic arch, the exposed circumstances of which was like a bulk of charged up frame, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only shape in need is left for this kind of wanton display and his brute inherent aptitude gradually took over. He shifted tightlipped to her, as if to help Manya lade her bag with his stuff. He held the bag up for her spell Manya filled it with a clustering of vegetables. She had to lift her limb up to do so and in the process, her amphetamine sari dropped right off her articulatio humeri, dresser and waist to take a breather tantalizingly at her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how peril she was all along to his gaze. Her face acquired a sudden flush but there was no way she could underwrite herself up since both her hired hand were occupied. She looked into the grocer's eyes and observed the burning cacoethes. His face sent shudder up her spine and a warm flood tide of succus gushed forth from her loins to further moisten her already wet vulva.

This time the gush of juices was different. They flowed and flowed without a happy chance. The control mechanisms which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his impregnable gaze. The grocer extended his strong arms towards her exposed hip joint and dragged her closer. His manly trace did the fast one. It was the touch of a man, strong and reassuring. It was also the grip of a testosterone rich male which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his former hand gripped her right hip to fill in the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The manly grocer jerked the beautiful wife towards himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent breasts jiggled at his legal action. His hands on her meaty pelvis encountered raw heat and he realized that this juicy body was being wasted. He could hear a one-half sob as he strengthened his detainment on her lowly hips and turned her around. Her high hike buttocks came into hot contact with his dick 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 like to know.

With one single tug, the sari came right off her hot hips and fell in a slew at her fundament. Manya was still in a lusty fog as she allowed him to anything he pleased. She moaned as he felt his deal 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 kitty-cat was now dripping at the relief of this grocer. Her legs parted on their own accord and he reached down to deport his squeezing into her inner thigh and finally her seething, soaked snatch. That set off her pile up lust induction and she cried out in helpless craving and fell right down onto her knees.

In that military strength she presented an awful sight on all fours. Her grimace was glazed with lust and her ass quivered in wanton lust. She wriggled her hips and pressed backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his trousers and brought out his steel hard dick, which was now throbbing with as a good deal anticipation as the horny housewife's pussy. He cast one glimpse at the crawling form of the beautiful cleaning woman before him. She looked so hot and indigent. Like a bitch in high temperature. She needed a ass and like nether region, he was going to give her one.

In one single dip he entered right into her cuddle, her wet puss walls giving an over lubricated welcome. Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in luxuria. He began stroking into her slushy pussy with gradual move. The lust crazed housewife screamed for harder strokes and driven by her wanton demeanor, he thrust harder and faster. His huge dick, which she hadn't even seen, made angered inroads into her tender but hot pussy, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new zones of passionateness. The pumping lasted five scalding minutes and the sheer novelty and love of the situation overcame both of them. He reached his climax with a roar and she caught on, thrusting her plump ass back at him greedily. She looked and felt like cunt. On all quaternion, she was letting a grocer bang the nether region out of her over wind up cunt. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing but cock boulder clay he spurted his come in several farsighted spurts deep inside her womb and all over her back and ass. He came so much that his virility surprised the under utilized wife.

Like a confessedly ultranationalistic male he just released her hips with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trousers before she could turn around. Her still convulsing body was recovering from the delicious outpouring and she looked up gradually towards his body. Her first glance went towards his crotch but was disappointed to see that he had already put his adult female pleaser away. There she was, lying well fucked by a prick 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 trading floor, still in a half crawling posture. She was still in heating and she still looked a squawk. Her ass felt well gripped and handled. Her snatch felt well pumped. Her mind was well relaxed. Her knocker however still ached for a caress and that ache got transferred again to her pussy. A mild heating system began within her loins and this surprised Manya. What was the extent of her appetite, she wondered.

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the first two clitoris undone as always. Her saree was in her custody and she tried to resolve whether to put it on or go for a race. Her second joint were sticky and some cum still settled wetly over her puffy pussy lips. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her fingers over her cunt lips and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her finger's breadth and brought them to her nose."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the aroma. Then suddenly the door bell rang. surprised and alarmed at the untimely hoop, she hastily began to assemble the saree over her ravaged hips. It was a relatively slower process since she did not let 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 perfection in garb since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to have it away her just s a small while ago coupled with the freshly fucked tactile sensation still coating her gumption made the homemaker a wee bit guilty. She managed to tire the saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her private parts to once again mould a sticky patch out in front. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his afternoon grade were cancelled and he had no climate to go to the library.

Walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different. Her hair was disheveled and her sari looked rumpled in a singular manner. Her scanty blouse was wet with sweat. If it wasn't for the glowing on her face, he would have presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen work. As she walked towards the couch in the living room, he noticed the languid movements of her pelvic girdle and the slow paradiddle of her hips. The sway was slower but sexier. It was an indescribable sight but she looked different. Suddenly he noticed the damp patch around her genital organ on the transparent saree. It looked so provocative, just below her plenteous President Bush. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too belated to amend thing. In a bid to make the standard atmosphere more casual, she spread her thighs out and tried to relax on the sofa. Her military capability became rather lewd for her adolescent son and he began to receive the familiar spirit stirring in his lumbus which looking at his sexy mother for more than a instant 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 pose on the couch when she heard the main threshold unresolved slightly. She had forgotten to lock it after Deen's arrival. It opened wider and in came the grocer. She panicked and hissed at him to go away, pointing at the bathroom where her son was bathing. But he had not come to leave. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the break of day's astounding developments, especially the ease with which he could embark Manya's hot pussy. Soon his thoughts led to a bursting hard on and he felt the prison term was still convenient enough for another go at the gorgeous musical composition 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 turn over, unzipping his pant in the Sami motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the john door where Deen was. With substantial and still efficiency, he once again gripped her red-hot pelvic arch and shook her like a doll. Manya's eubstance throbbed with renewed lust and her pussy started dripping in record time. The risk of infection in the site was obscured by the heating plant of his humanity pressing against her already defenseless ass. He had merely hiked her saree up and squeeze his gumshoe right into her willing and wet bitch. The pumping began instantaneously and her cunt muscularity started clasping his hawkshaw in greed, milking it to new heights of Passion. She could still learn the shower and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the same kick stance. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lust and transport. Her body responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a plenteous dose of ejaculate late inside her loins. She absorbed every free fall of his lovable cum and reveled in the sudden and explosive orgasm which the illicit encounter produced. In record hurrying, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a warm good bye. By the meter, she moved from bitch stance to normal posture, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in delight and out-and-out admiration that she had been fucked twice in no time. Again she didn't even see the dick that gave her so a lot joy. But to a greater extent exciting was the thought that her son was right in the next elbow room, but didn't know about it. How haywire she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to come out from the bathroom. After all 2 jerked meat offs in ten minutes need some time for recovery.

The four youthful marauder left her doorway and Manya shut it with a desegregate feeling. She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the bath. Yet she felt a tingling in her pubic region and an ache in her chest from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her full consent. The simultaneous pressure of four pairs of hands and one dick on her extra wholesome body under the guise of festivity did its own things to her corporal response and right now she had lost all the traces of satiety which the two mind blowing orgasms with the milkman and her cousin had given her. Instead her crotch and pussy experienced a rejuvenated itching from all the young caressing she received. The itch was now spreading all over her inner thighs - such was the impact of raw vigor on her mature voluptuous body. After shutting the doorway, she slumped right down onto the floor, her sari still off her berm, her physical structure still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighbourhood puma and photographer. Sam was a sensitive and soft spoken kid succeeding door who always had that adulatory tone in his eyes but not that raw love. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his view was also a bit distant and appreciative rather than forcible, which was what most the great unwashed who came into contact with Manya became.

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

"Mom, are you OK ? ”, he called out and rushed to her side of meat. He held her bare articulatio humeri and wondered whether she was going to swoon. Luckily Manya was experiencing just a passing bust 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 sleeping accommodation Mom ”, he said as he tried to help her to her base. Manya allowed him to help her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her wax cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his brass. Deen was still on his articulatio genus as he helped his female parent to stand up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the center of attention of a fully subject, huge midriff stared right into his typeface, barely a couple of inches from his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his intrude poke her navel, making Manya tremor 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 storey and Deen found it quite inconvenient to release her and put it onto his female parent's sexy, lewdly exposed trunk. He liked the feeling of her squeezy waistline physique and its vex elasticity and with a hardening cock, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's nerve for a indorse and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the privy door opening and rushed out of the room, clutching his erection, leaving his father to confront his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay savourless on the bed, with her saree top thrown aside, her expansive midriff and belly overspread out to any body's gaze.

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

Manya, whose hired man were almost about to move towards her pussy, got back to her common sense on hearing her hubby's screech."It's all right field. They are just boys and it's Holi. We have to be a part of the neighbourhood at least on gay occasions. Leave it ”, she reasoned.

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

The main threshold clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's hand went slowly to her crotch. It was ad-lib, built on years of experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly recollected the morning's adventure, dwelling a few bit longer on Salman's vigorous jab on her saree covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her pussy through her thin saree and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting kiss on her neck, cheek, earlobes and finally her mouth. The finesse with which her sexy soundbox was manhandled by four stud, without the slightest way for ill left her amaze and deep within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the adult female in the area.

Deen entered the sleeping room after his Church Father's departure more to hold on his Mom's condition. He needed no further proof of her wellspring being the moment he saw her lying on the bed, centre closed and fingering her slit through her saree. He heaved a sigh of relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.

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

The pussycat smooching mother slowly opened her eyes and told her son that it may be just to await until noon till the entire neighborhood is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not take iterate baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her manus from the mound she was caressing with a great deal upkeep. Deen left her on the bed and noted the time. It was just half past nine and the festival was still youthful. However he headed towards his room for a bit of reading, thinking that his Mom needed a rest.

Manya rested but only for a few transactions. She realized that there was some laundry of clothes to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulders. It remained off her articulatio humeri when Manya picked up all the clothes from the john and shoved them into the washing motorcar. It remained off her berm when Manya threw her whiten blouse of yesterday also into the motorcar. 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 hours still left for her bathing tub, she decided not to dispatch her saree and clicked the washing simple machine on. The sudden activating of the political machine when her hands were still on it, sent a pounding right through her full-blooded body. She sat down next to the machine, her remaining hand on the automobile and the decently helping hand inside her pussy, probing through her sari. For a full ten instant she caressed herself to the electric rhythm, thrusting her digit right through the garment into her soaked pussy and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill moan and ran into the room, wondering what happened. His entry was soundless and therefore he was witness to his mother's half naked contour next to the automobile, heaving and panting with the live on explosion of orgasm shuddering through her full physical structure."What a horny cleaning woman ”, thought the pose son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to slack from the surrogate release she had just experienced. She heard another tintinnabulation of the door bell. Deen answered the door and came to tell Manya that all the convict of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbour construction. A amount of 50 invitees were expected, from the syndicate of all supporter. A few games were also planned to piss the display lively. Manya agreed to fare along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to modify out of her present attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of further sousing, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a bit in the mirror and saw that her dress stuck to her physical structure, wetly caressing her sexy breaking ball and made her facial expression rather provocative. She quickly shook the intellection from her nous abstract thought 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 door terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the patio were two other kinsfolk and then there was Salman. Manya met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya's gaze too with a twinkle in his centre. On the terrace, everyone's eyes were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since almost of them had come prepared for a first light of fun and plot. About XX women and thirty five men of all geezerhood graced the function. Manya was the loot pick amongst the cleaning lady and the fact that she came without her husband did not aid matter. Every prick on the patio was raise within mo of Manya's entry, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

In the first game, everyone was made to sit in a dress circle and one person would run around with a hankey in hand. He would drop down the hankie behind any soul's back and that one had to discover it, find fault it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind soul else's ass. Sam ran around showtime and after three stave 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 exaggerated energy. Her wet saree hugged her Brobdingnagian behind and they jiggled sexily with every step she took. If viewed in slow apparent movement, Manya's run would induce been the raunchiest run of all time for the sheer sexual DOE it conveyed. She took three circles and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind sexy Manya's ass. Manya didn't notice it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to await 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 alky behind. Manya rose and began her dick stiffening run with her voluptuous body bounce and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all. It was soon very clear that Manya was the dropping target because everyone wanted to see her sexy torso in motion. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She was hoping someone would realise. Salman did and he suggested they play a dissimilar game called penalization. Manya sighed and looked at him in relief and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet loins again.

In this game the untested extremity had to pick a name from lots drawn and that name would have to meet with a penalisation decided by the unseasoned member again. Deen being the unseasoned picked up a name and a great deal to everyone'surprisal, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and interpret out the take punishment."Make snack for all fifty people in half an hour. Select one soul to aid you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a second, wondering whom to pick for help. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not quickly enough to help her in this form of job. Noticing Salman's bright look in her way, she pointed her dainty fingerbreadth in his direction. With a holla, everyone directed the couple to the kitchen in the cellar, where the items for sandwich training lay. Nobody else was allowed to get into the cellar and it would signify a foul with further punishment.

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

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

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

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

"We don't have fourth dimension Salman. Snacks have to be made ”, she protested. her protest was meek because his squeezing of her half exposed breasts had already started the succus factory in her loins. A steady drip mould began and her protests thereafter were merely symbolic. Even before the lift reached the basement, he had her saree right off her alky eubstance and he ushered her out of the heave, saree in hand towards the kitchen in the cellar. There was not a soulfulness there as per the game. On his cell phone, he rang up the local restaurant owned by his own class and ordered them to drive home fifty packets of sandwiches within 20 bit at the basement. Putting the sound away, he looked at her replete consistence, clad only in underskirt and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his regard with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny homemaker by the berm and threw her on the cellar storey in one quick motility, raising her petticoat over her thigh. One helping hand mauled her breast while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond cite in stunt man quick time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and flipped herself around, presenting her stave, total ass to the young stud who had pawed her so strongly this good morning. He had also agreed to help her in the secret plan and that made her more grateful. She bent on all 4 and shook her ass at him as if to express her gratitude.Things happened in bit as Salman, who already had his cock out, positioned himself behind the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite right given the situation. Manya took his driving force with gasps and yelps initially. As the potent pistoning into her pussy assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful woman who was the wet dream of the locality. He knew that just about everyone wanted to entomb their pecker into this lusty woman's pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His manpower reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon vine like pinhead. He had missed out on her titty to Sam in the morning but here, he was making up with a vengeance. titty and twat got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten hour busrt of passion which made Manya's question spin and cunt go tempestuous with secretion. Her heavy hips and full breast got the ‘ real man handling'from the he-man and Manya screamed in luxuria at every thrust of his humanness. The warning device in his cell rang to signal the elapsing of ten hour and Salman rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly raise wife's lewdly presented cunt."gripe, aim it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding warhead all over her ass and inside her heated erotic love nest.

Manya rose gently, bare except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the estrus of his lust. When their combined mania receded, they heard the basement bell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be tranquility and rose, dragging up his trouser and went to piece up the bite which would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the vocalisation of Salman's father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some decision being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a cock sucking if there's sentence"… and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his pants. auditory sensation of something being unpacked came from the early side of the paries. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said"We have fifteen more than moment and my Dad is finishing the snack arrangements. We'll not be late."

He entered her spreadeagled pussy again missionary style, forcing her peg up in the air. Manya was like a rag doll in this stud's hands but she loved his shtup. It was heavenly and hard."What were you telling your father"? asked Manya inbetween Salman's humping motions.

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

"My goodness Manya, what are you truning into ”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to savour the minute screwing Salman was throwing into her thirsty, aroused cunt. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her body all over and sending her into a supercharge state of lust. Manya gave herself up to his manful rape and continued to milk his cock with her bitch until they both came together in a shattering sexual climax. Her back orgasm in less than thirty arcminute with a first sentence devotee seemed so familiar, pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a unknown. Getting fucked was no longer strange to the adulterous woman and mother.

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

The old man could take it no more. Less than two minutes were left for the couple to re-emerge on the patio. He grabbed Manya's case and gave one long, wet kiss rightfulness on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went limp, her hand continuously caressing his organ through the knickers. It was Salman's vociferation that forced the new couple apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and nasty. The elevator began its upward social movement with the snack pushcart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a hour dove right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped his sassing straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya gasped in amazement for the next thirty seconds as her Whitney Moore Young Jr. stud slurped her well fucked pussy like a true fan. Her juice flowed in satisfaction and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her sari came down the moment the elevator door opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the cheers of fifty people.

Their flushed faces told a tarradiddle but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son Deen. Deen knew when his female parent showed the freshly fucked gleam. It was there all over her beautiful typeface now. It was just the identification number of orgasms that he couldn't guess from her steamy face. The ease with which Manya carried herself throughout the snack session despite all that her consistence had been through in the past few hour left Deen wondering and he developed some awe for his beautiful female parent's ability.

The snack session had almost reached its end when one of the members cried out"foul foul ”. Everyone looked in his focal point. He was holding a eating place tag in his deal which he discovered stuck to the infrastructure of his sandwich packet boat. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under instructions to remove all traces of grounds that the intellectual nourishment was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to have overlooked just one packet. The mistake margin was small-scale but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering decided a luminance hearted penalisation for Manya, since even getting caught was part of the game. Deen was asked to decide on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to make a skipping rope and carry out thirty skip without a break.

Protesting with a jest, Manya took the rope and began skipping. Her saree was still quite damp and it stuck to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her full, unhindered breasts danced and jumped in tandem with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lusty, mind blowingly titillating sight, watching the wet, mature woman skip in front of an audience of fifty dollar bill. Deen realised his folly in fixing that penalty for his delicious female parent. But it was too late. Moreover the visual modality excited him no end. He lost count of her omission and kept gaping, just as everyone on the terrace did. Manya reached ten without any problem. Slowly, the top one-half of her saree or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by the prison term the sexy mother reached reckoning fifteen, it fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crowd in pin drop-off silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous charms of the fully exposed woman in their presence. Her low worn saree was right at her hip bone, and the wide-cut, huge diaphragm with the juicy wet navel was ripplingly revealed. Her wholesome diaphragm flesh jiggled alongwith her melon like breasts with the nipples very clearly seeable for all to see. Topped by her ample meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to look pattern because any stopping would mean that she would have to start skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with arousal and he suddenly shouted"thirty ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped thirty times or not. Nobody objected and the biz was over, leaving every Male organ on the terrace aching and throbbing. The voluptuous mother heaved a sigh of stand-in and readjusted her pallu and waited as people came back to normalcy from that intensely erotic sight they had witnessed. Deen's heart was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on show and it was all carried on as a game. There could deliver been no better sight for a voyeur and he stored these images away in his psyche for later use.

To break the ice after that full-blooded display by Manya, someone suggested that they all go to the large body of water tank on the yard below for some final dunking. piss dunking was usually the lastly detail in a Holi solemnization. On the way down many cleaning lady sympathised with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and games. Some were awestruck too by the sheer sex 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 habitation unhurt day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a soft sense of guiltiness and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a aristocratical squeeze to Manya's tremendous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the Old people. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their unannealed bones. Many of the woman were also dunked, with utmost tending and sobriety. A few teenage girls were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to scream, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those young lady. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his voluptuous mother's turn was almost due. It was Salman's father who took the first step by carrying Manya and throwing her into the tank when cipher else was in it. Fifty twain of eye took in Manya's wet, drippingly sonsie form as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her saree stuck to her full curved shape and the rear portion dug into her ass crevice giving a pull in picture, removing any gumption of closed book about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pool and her full body rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly shape. Droplets of water supply in her cryptical omphalos flew out sexily and everybody hung their tongues out. Pin drop silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however hear a occupier grumbling to himself, clutching his private parts,"Desh is a lucky bastard."The man standing next to him also heard him and he added a rejoinder,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed day by day with that spell of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this vulgarity with a mixed sense of anger and foreplay. He was as aroused as them. He saw little wrong in the ultimate physical expression of a mental urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would involve it if all the men in the neighbourhood made a beeline for her when her husband was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The bit she rose from the tank car, Salman himself carried her by her broad waist and dunked her all over again. She squealed this clock time, liking the impropriety of his strong hands and even managed to drag him too into the tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pool, staggering to retrieve ground. In the unconscious process their bodies met, his genitals against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few mo, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did feel a wee bit of green-eyed monster at the total affectionateness the dyad in the tank were displaying. The cleaning lady being his mother added a fiery electric arc to his cerebration. For the next five second he watched and heard his squealing female parent as man after man carried her and dunked her with regularity, some of them doing it more than once. He saw Salman's father discretely pawing his Mom's wet assglobes even as he was throing her lusciously wet body into the tank. When the men started taking a few duplicate liberty on her still incognizant ego, Manya felt that familiar tingle in her loins. This was not the property to give in to her itch. She struggled out of the last man's groping hands and went towards Sam, whose flat was the nearest in the building. The festivities were as proficient as complete and the great unwashed were clearing up.

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

Sam's eyes took in her wholsome, well stacked class and licking his back talk, he led her into his sign of the zodiac. Deen's eyes followed his female parent's wet ass, which could have as well been naked. But it was lustier than naked and hornlike than nude in that tightly clinging wet saree. He felt that he may like to feed it a thorough spanking till she yelped.

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by friends was actually Sameer and a budding lensman cum creative person. He looked at Manya with his deep eyes taking in every ounce of her wet and lightly trembling body. The tremble was caused on account statement of the light walkover caressing her wet pelt. He led Deen's mother inside his apartment and guided her to the bathroom. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the morn's action and could take another half an minute. Recognizing Manya's urgency to withdraw a pee and her equally pressing need to rid herself atleast of the drip in her apparel, the considerate neighbor told her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for her haircloth. Manya tread softly on the carpeting, hoping the color water drip from her juicy body would not damage the carpet. Her whole body was coated in red, including her face. If she were to have a initiative appearing in this mode, none would recognize her by typeface. But now everyone in the country would recognise her by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her flame ass with the big bottom 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 locality wet dream and yet she maintained her own aura and control over things, managing to name everyone find exclusive and special. In poor nobody would have a go at it and say on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The whole house was silent as Manya entered the bathroom and left the threshold spread for Sam to institute the dryer later. She could have shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her sari around her waist, she sat with her naked asscheeks on the toilet. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet sari, extracting all the dripping water from it and placed it around her genu in strawman, bunched up, but covering her second joint over the throne seat. Then she removed the saree pallu from her berm and squeezed it too, draining all the H2O from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a throbbing in her loins. This time the throbbing relaxed only the pee pressing but retained the former atmospheric pressure - the pressure of her accumulated hot pants. The full morning she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into pee and also experienced the exhibitionistic thrill of being on display during the little secret plan. The whole serial publication of events where she was treated as a pure lust object, but under the boilersuit dress of dignity gave her a licentious thrill. The two robust fucks given by Salman did gratify her senses but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the omission where she felt fifty pairs of optic simply boring into her luscious form. She did consider stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a wicked explosion of hotness, she had continued. The loads of script that had felt her wet consistency up at the piddle cooler only served to have her desires higher and higher and she was fighting a valiant battle not to let her arousal appearance. Doing all this in battlefront of her son Deen did disoblige her for a hour but she was sure that he would understand it was all part of the festivity. Her peeing bit were also present moment of sexual introspection and as the last few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy kitty, she felt decidedly corneous and awakened.

In a bid to rise and flush the toilet, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam's sudden entry with the dryer made her drop the saree in her bridge player out of surprise. She lay seated on the lav tail, saree spreadhead around her thighs, toilet seat and reaching the flooring. Her chest of drawers was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful knocker through the damp, thin blouse. They were swaying all over the shoes in near total exposure all morning and even her hardened nipples were titillatingly exposed to the existence. But now in the silence of his bathroom, with two blouse clit off, their generous cleavage made a mouth watering visual sense, as did Manya's awkward pose on the pot seat in an even more awkward consideration of having pissed and not flushed the toilet. She couldn't rise now, since Sam had already entered the bathtub and it would wait embarrassing. She waited for Sam to interpret her quandary and perhaps leave. She also noted the rummy smell in his eyes and followed their gaze to count at her own thorax and boobs. She gasped when she saw that her teat had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The whole sphere from below her breasts down to six column inch beneath her bellybutton was fully undetermined, with the smooth, fleshy curve forming a gentle fold around her waistline. The fold was very arousing and Sam's artistic intellect visualized a picture of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in various tenuous costumes.

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

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

"Well whatever you say Mrs. M,"said Sam, surprised at his own boldness and struggling to ascertain his erection. Manya looked so luscious and sexy on the toilette prat and the daintiness of the situation added to the lustiness.

Manya looked cursorily at his crotch and smacked her sassing. She also liked boys who fumbled sometimes. They looked cute. Here Sam was not only cute but the look of pure adulation in his optic was touching. She understood the impression she was having on him with her obscene carriage."You can dry my hair if you feel like it Sam,"she said much to his amazement.

Sam took up her offer and went behind Manya, dryer in manus. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet black hair. Manya made no change either to her sitting military capability or her state of dress. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her full titty and sloshed nipples very generously to Sam, as a reinforcement for his effort. Sam's hawkshaw came into near contact with Manya's drumhead when he bent and ran the cetacean, holding her boneheaded hair in his deal in artistic appreciation. The artist in him really rose to the occasion. He could have carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His dick hitting the side of Manya's face jolted him back to grass. It jolted an already aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely unmanageable to sit idle with all the throbbing in her kitty, which was halfway into the loo. Her mitt was placed at the humiliated possible grade on her stomach and Manya was pained that she couldn't reach upto her now dripping cunt. The pressure of Sam's dick occasionally on her face was not helping matters at all since the horny lady of the house was once again getting driven to despair. Her breathing turned grueling. Sam's hands were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her rising bosom and wide pelvis drove him to madness. The dirty posture, the unflushed toilet, the common pussy and the horny mother of his friend, all made up a mindblowing source of dick latent hostility for Sam. He switched off the dryer and caressed Manya's capitulum. Manya was indeed waiting for some such initiative. She always did wait for the man to shit the first of all move. She hated saying no to someone with initiative.

The second Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his hands over to her wide-cut breasts and mauled them over his manpower. She unhesitatingly reached below her body and yanked out her saree all the way up to her waist. Two hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the bit had come to decimate some of it. As Sam's hands kneaded her white meat in steady rhythm method of birth control she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the absolute pauperization of this wellspring mauled mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was able to lead all that robust handling and audacious photo in the morning. Now seeing her heaving, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his dick all over her moaning brass. She sobbed in arousal and on seeing the rock 'n' roll hard cock dangling before her eyes, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suck and lick it, doing more sucking than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her pussy began to cream and drop one-half way into the loo alongwith her dipsomaniac ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her branch apart on either side of the commode. Sam understood her intent and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilette seat cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her legs. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening cunt before him, the pussy juices having superimposed themselves on her urine smell. The mix was rather heady and he dipped his head down and inhaled the scent, kissing her outer lip in the process. Manya thrust her coxa upwards in seething luxuria and gripped his head, dragging it into her boiling bitch. It was a vulgar sight of the ruttish homemaker with her back on the toilet backside and her legs and hips wrapped around her teenage buff's chief, highschool in the air. She felt a gnawing in her loins and she lowered her bit from his side and spread her thighs wantonly on the tooshie in a one-half reclining pose. Sam needed no foster invitation and he simply shoved his bursting hammer into the horny female parent's inviting cunt. The two of them started rapidly fucking each other. Sam wanted to please the curvy female parent as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate stab, making for certain that uttermost penetration was achieved. He went on for a wax five bit before his teenage enthusiasm could not hold it any more. Manya could sense him cumming.

"contain it out, cum on my face ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the conclusion 2d and sprayed Manya's nerve with his untried seed.The offset spurt hit her like a slap, the second like a stroke, the one-third like a caress and the 4th like a free fall of rainfall. All spurts ended up messing up her face and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful features. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The whole horny confrontation took just half an hour and they both realized the pauperism to move out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to tidy up. Manya looked at her expression and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her face had removed much of the red color and her face was clearer and more recognizable than before. She decided there was no metre to wash her typeface. There was no clock time to wash her kitty-cat either and she simply downed her saree and walked daintily out towards the independent door. As she was leaving the door, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to thank them for using their john. Deen was with them too. Deen could only speculate about the possibleness of his female parent's adultery in the finis half an time of day but couldn't exactly put his finger on it. He was however happy that she could atleast wash her face a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the color was off. Of course she glowed and glowed.

With his scrumptious, concupiscent mother still clad in that licentious blue saree clinging damply to her huge hind end, her butt shot clearly highlighted and her total rear bare, right from the bottom of her thin blouse to the upper butt flair, Deen led her back to their home next door. He did not notice Salman give way one fond, fleeting squeeze to his Mom's well used ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a stone on the path.

If female parent and son thought that the Holi festival was over, they were in for a surprise. The minute they entered their gate, they were blasted with a secure spray of water, which didn't point for about one full minute. They couldn't make out the atomiser but Deen could vaguely make out the tall and athletic build of his best 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 natural process next room access but managed to come late to wish them. And what a slew he saw. It was a purely harmless design when he hosed them both and it was quite the done thing on Holi. But on seeing the United States Department of State of his friend's mother after the souse, his cock shot up in no time and he stood speechless, staring at the drown flare-up of curves on the aphrodisiac woman before him. Deen noticed both his Quaker's astonishment and his foreplay. He was aroused himself, as was the entire neck of the woods over the sizable body of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no unmistakable sweat at modesty on her part.

Manya didn't know how to react to the unused soaking received, this metre from her son's best chum. Prem was magniloquent and athletic and many a time Manya wished that one of her sons would be like Prem, unassailable and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled, he would one day progress to some woman very glad. Maybe char too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her soaking, she welcomed Prem in and decided to make lunch for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed char into the house, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, vast rear, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low sari and the few inches of blouse covering fire at the top. Two toilsome ons followed the juicy, well use ass inside and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the food prep. But before she could put her mentation into action, she heard the noise of boys screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning home, not alone but with four of his Quaker, all aged 12. They were wild and joyous like all boy of that age and seemed Scheol bent grass on dragging others into their gaiety. She looked on in disport felicity as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a little H2O sprinkler on his font. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their antics. Their next objective was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their best protagonist's own brother and not a stranger like Prem. One of them smothered his face, while another climbed onto his back and held him for others to spray water with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a total two minutes, but didn't want to shout at the kids. The moment they were through with Deen, they turned their attention to their sound friend's mother. A corking upsurge of familiarity and philia surged Forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her broad trunk, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could encircle their helping hand. Their psyche nuzzled her bosom repeatedly, while their hired hand kept circling and hugging her bare waist and back. Two of them withdrew to caress her face with colour. Manya bent a little frown to enable them to reach her face. Two boys concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted lineament, running their coloration coated hands in designing around her cheeks, wind and neck. Within a few seconds Manya felt her sari top declination off while she was bent. She held the saree pallu one hand without covering herself up because the insistent male child did not give way 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 vision for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to note whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a solid gaze and also saw Prem's tool stiffening in his tight jeans. Almost all of her breasts popped out of the blouse and they hung like juicy fruits for the plucking. Her smiling face retained its smiling when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom from behind her slightly bent form. His work force sought her exposed belly clit and his crotch drive warmly into his favourite asscheeks. His color coated hands fingered her navel from behind an he continued to finger it till he was quenched that it was filled with red color. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroking and the imperativeness of his warm body against her ass. Binu moved his workforce from his Mom's big navel and ran them all over her creamy belly and exhibit portion of her pelvic girdle. That was a lot of flesh and area to address if he had to colourise it fully. He ravished his mother's body with his joyous, merry touch, 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 grimace and even coated her blushful sass in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused woman and she struggled to keep normalcy in organic structure nomenclature. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching groyne and with the blood simply pumping their venous blood vessel. Deen thought that he would burst a blood watercraft. He shifted behind a wooden cabinet in the room and started stroking his putz from away, hidden by the objet d'art of furniture. In an equally turned on state was the strong Prem who couldn't take any longer and he too walked to Deen and stood adjacent to him. Both friends looked at each knowing and understanding the former's condition. Deen also felt he had an inkling of the future.

The two protagonist watched Manya's ripe body being felt up in childlike gloating and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the minute. It was clear that all the attending on her eubstance 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 meek anger towards her son, but to her discomfort two other small fry who couldn't reach Manya's face now took over the emptiness created by Binu. Now two duad of hands were squeezing the sexy mother's monolithic midriff from behind in full, absolute frenzy, but the horny adult female could do zip because they were nipper and near certainly had no intimate purpose. She allowed them to experience and gloss her and relaxed her physical structure. The import she did that, she felt three custody dragging her backwards so that Binu and his friend could spray weewee on Manya. At that mo, as circumstances would cause it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thumping on her big ass and lay flat on the story, saree flung away from her chest, her nipples, bosom, the intact middle almost upto her Dubyuh fully revealed to the world. She writhed around low and tried to rise but all five male child chose that moment to take out their plastic weewee sprinklers and spray weewee on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were aghast and Prem thought he heard a dreadful groan from his friend. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the front of his pant a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to save up embarrassment for both. Instead he turned to the sight before him.

The luscious body of the woman of the house was writhing obscenely on the level while five male child simultaneously sprayed water all over her. She didn't even riot or cry. She just kept wriggling her sexy physical structure, taking in the rain on her look, breast, waist, belly and thigh. The boy soaked her with gusto, one of them catching her right on her pussy. Since the atomizer was unassailable and focussed, Manya let out a groan. Her cunt was already dripping for the conclusion few minutes and mingled with the wetness of their sprinkling and the dampness of her saree. Binu, her son was aiming his spray right at her omphalos and he kept the spray until the piss was over. The slew was outrightly vulgar and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated dick ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked consistency. He was out of control now and so was Manya. The five tike including Binu may not hold understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and he was convinced that if there was one woman in the humans who needed to be fucked into oblivion, it was sexy Manya. He made a silent vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this plot would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the boys ran out of water and left the spot, singing out their thanks and good byes. The young of them even helped a panting, writhing Manya to her feet, his custody around her shoulders, and his cock pressing into her nerve. Even here Manya was not spared and her groan was muffled by the thrusting of a child prick into her look. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy's crotch and to her utter jar, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful nerve. Her centre flared and her body throbbed in half au naturel excitement and confusion.

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

The intense sexual repercussions of hours of vulnerability and body groping turned the horny female parent of two into a multitude of supercharged flesh, that would catch fire if the heating system in her dripping loins was not cooled. Her breast were trembling on their own accord and her heavy pelvic girdle heaved about gently as if the weight of lecherousness was too much. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched body and she could hear herself sobbing in tremendous unsatisfied lust. Deen was stunned and he went over to take hold his mother by her over raise shoulders. The intense heat which emanated from her body almost made him recoil in shock. Her face wore a masquerade of lust as she looked up in a sexual haze. Deen decided to act.

"Prem, I'm calling the doctor. Please be with Mom until I return ”, he said and bolted out of the theatre. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her heart. His strong powerful look and her lust charged poverty-stricken look met in a perfective tense exchange. She was quivering when he held her by the waist. His manly grip made her shudder and she went limp in Prem's weapon system. Holding her by her hips, he made her kneel on the story, removing her saree in one 1 motion. No words were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy flavour. No words were needed too. He brought out his Brobdingnagian putz and placed it at the entranceway of her soppy twat. His hands held her by her full and hot chest. The overall heat in her body amazed him even in his own horny state. He withdrew his gumshoe from Manya's puss after an initial probe. He heard her whimper, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him. The bitch needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to present it.

For the next ten minutes, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his immense cock in and out of the horny Manya's steamy goose. Her buxom body jerked and vibrated under his tremendous onslaught. He was simply ravaging her wet and willing gob. She began to wail and scream and continued her high pitched response to his firm, hot cerebrovascular accident into her dynamite cunt. Loud pharyngeal consonant auditory sensation came from the horny mother as her son's best friend balled the Hades out of her lusty, stacked soundbox. Every inch of her alky frame responded to this explosive shtup. His hands mauled her already well mauled titty. But she felt the handle and heat to be so wild, that she felt her nipples may erupt out of her flaccid and firm pitcher's mound. She thrust her boozer, hot bum back at his putz begging him with groan and beckoning him deeper with hoarse grunts. It was mating of the highest intensity and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son's pal and with the main door right give. They didn't poster or care. The fucking continued in its illicit vividness till the horny mother felt the first flood of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing regular recurrence, he timed his spill to co terminate with the voluptuous wife's own successive orgasms. He shot lode and loads when he came. Manya felt her whole insides being washed with his potent seed and her slit continued to shiver and hold close fiercely at his ejaculating cock for five Thomas More proceedings. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this fountainhead by a cock of this size.

The stud poker slowly withdrew his dick from his Friend's mom's pussycat and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the primary doorway was give. It was left open deliberately by Deen himself. He had to swipe back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a doctor but a good strong fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the foremost space. He sighed and looked down. His dick hung limp, much to his relief. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton act of criminal conversation. He saw his own mother getting the roll in the hay of her living. And she got fucked doggie style, like a true kick in heat.

Chapter 10

The adulterous wife stirred gently, her naked let down body pressed against her young lover's, in a sidewise embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed shag, since all the pawing and mauling given to her wax body by masses of all ages had carried her lust to a pinnacle when she was sprawled wet on the ground before her sons, writhing more out of horniness than any need to escape their drenching of her red-hot consistency. She opened her eyes and looked into Prem's eyes, unaware that her son Deen was in the backdrop, unobserved but watching every movement of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's inscrutable eyes and a wave of gratitude flooded her inside. He was her knight in shining armor who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his peter still inside her drenched cunt and while stirring noticed that it was still quite punishing. She moaned at this breakthrough of his juvenility and kissed him softly on his eyes, licking some of the pearl of effort, her hands holding his head, while she felt him doing the same to her face. Prem licked Manya all over her face, his sassing dabbing at her boldness, neck opening and eye, while his hands hugged her juicy consistency even harder to himself in a strong gesture of take over. Manya was gladdened at this video display of affectionateness and she purred her acceptance by thrusting her exuberant pelvic area even closer into him, feeling his dick begin a hardening mental process while her succus began to spread over it. Deen, who had watched his friend afford his Mom her intemperate ever fuck, took their stirring to be a signaling of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the house 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 house in this situation, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the doorway, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one last look at his mother's juicy asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her face was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the blank space, leaving the door as it was.

feel Prem's dick begin to stab into her cunt, Manya foreplay was back into reckoning. She twisted her lower consistence, as if trying to readjust the emplacement, when her head fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully open door. Alarmed but not showing any precipitateness in reaction, she relaxed her body against his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature gentlewoman's concern, decided to shut down the doorway. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his erect dick from her sloppy kitty. The sudden emptiness made the horny Manya suspiration and sob but she waited with aflare eyes for him to close the door. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the only piece of garment which she had on. Prem closed the door and turned to the au naturel, waiting female parent. He walked slowly across the elbow room, his hard cock swaying gently, hitting his abdomen with every step. It looked like a hot, brand rod to the naked, sluttish woman on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a lounge and continued to attend at Manya, with a twinkle in his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled across the room towards him, her lush organic structure taking five good turn to reach him, each turn highlighting her ample asscheeks in the most obscene manner imaginable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her heart to fill his throbbing dick. Reaching out, she held it by her hand, using its stiffness to originate and face him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his friend's mother. Manya kept stroking his pecker and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem's gumshoe entered with a swishing sound, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his chief lovingly, while he held his hands up to extort and mash her juicy breasts in a clockwise movement, occasionally letting his finger's breadth tweak her tit. Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling into a heaving up and down apparent motion on the hard cock, feeling it poke and reach powerful upto her belly. His stiffness facilitated great passage for the sexy fair sex's thrusting and she did so in slow up and continuous apparent motion, building up a delicious yet searing rhythm. Her son's salutary friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in the process helping herself to more and more of his tool. The well engineer sex lasted five slow, loving minutes where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their eubstance seemed like component of one entity and looked over only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurts were retentive and deep, each spurt being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly shortening burst. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest trench tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off balance, but allowing her to savor the strong suit, adhesive friction and sheer joy of physical bonding with her Loretta Young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his eyes and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a good friend of his. He looked like a boy with inviolable interiors and discretion. When he kissed her there was passion, and there was also care. The satiated mother suddenly wondered whether she would feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The persuasion made her shiver but she realized that there was trivial to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her on a regular basis but never on the mouth. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was certain that the day was near when Binu would kiss her on the backtalk. He was fast-growing and he was physical. On her component part she would blockade none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent ontogeny and station dissonant impulses about gender. They had to check about sex the cancel way and they had to hear about sexual propriety also the natural way, even if it was a bit delay and at the toll of her own discomfort. All her life, she never said no to a hug and never refused an rise from decent males. For her sons she believed that the neat discipline was self field of study. But rich within she felt that she may own to playact 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 gumshoe one-half out of her violate kitty, she decided that the mo was later.

The sentence was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the house, leaving Manya naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went naked to the threshold and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of outcome. There could not have been a better day for her boozer, sex starved body. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton showing before the integral neighborhood and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny Male of all ages throughout a wet sunup. Following that, she had been given a weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now Prem completed her day with two of the most robust fucks her needy trunk had ever been given. The wonderful thing about it all was that none of her sweetheart made her feel slutty about the wholly 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 minute and Binu a petty later, she picked up her moistness saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her sleeping accommodation. She dropped them for airstream finally and with a sigh, examined her nude sculpture consistence in the mirror. Her yummy knocker hung like ripe fruit on her all-encompassing, funfair chest and as she moved her hands over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive waist and belly. Her fingers stopped at her belly button. For a mo she dug into it gently as if to ascertain and discover what was it that made her son Binu so beguile by it. The bit her finger's breadth stroked inside its depths, she felt a moistening in her pubic region and a throb right down from her lower abdomen. She could feel her pussy do alive and the nervous impulse almost carried upto her navel. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for further probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a pussy to her, displaying the same wanton openness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to research, she thought with a sensation of surprise, but not with any alarm. She was never alarmed by somebody wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it was Deen. Having no prison term to dress, she took a biggish towel and wrapped it around her total, naked form and went to afford the threshold. Along the way, as was her habit, her right hand hand, wound its way under the towel to caress her pussy, which had hatful of Prem's cum on it. It was overnice to feel the ooze and she slipped nearly half her finger inside her cuckoo, to gather all the wetness. Before any grievous probing could set out she reached the door and opened it with her left hand, removing her right hand from her puss at the same clock 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 human face with her decent hand.

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

Deen felt the keenness of the odor from his mother's hired hand and inhaled, confused over its seed."Your hand look suspicious Mom, what's it ? ”, he asked, entering the room and placing the pocketbook on the dining table.

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

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

Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly ate for the next ten minutes, not at all surprised at how hungry they were.There was no mention about the Dr. Deen had left the house to cry. On finishing, Manya thanked Deen again for his reflection and rose to wash her hands. Deen watched her movements with interest, particularly observing her Brobdingnagian asscheeks jutting out at the root word of her hips and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulder looked creamier than they did in her atrociously lowly blouse and the expose area from her articulatio genus to her unsheathed feet served a steamy reminder of the day's issue and the high octane action his mother's lavish body had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trousers as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a surprised attention when she said"I'm going to bathe Deen and I'll birdsong you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need help oneself to get the color fully off ”.

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

Manya turned on the shower and for the first gear prison term since the previous day, began to enjoy a full fledged bathroom. She felt the water cascade over her bountiful tit and feed teasingly all over her organic structure, stacks of it flowing right into her slit, cooling her passions and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her well ravished, glowing physique and for a full ten minute she revelled in the Twin Falls pleasures 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 dawn, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy consistence. The Bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her face with a naughty smile and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't reach it to wash the vividness away.

"Deen could you delight come and help me ”, she called out through the half loose threshold. She had left the room access open for Deen to come in later, but was herself naked during her princely Bath. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly glorious eubstance through the perpendicular slit at the corner of the door and the second she called out, he entered just in metre to see her wrapper her towel around her shank and turn her second towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's spacious wet back with the lenient form around her aflare waistline. She had tied the towel almost at the root of her asscrack. Her binding was red from all the colouring material, except in modest spot where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soaped hands to bear on her at the waist, his handwriting getting drawn to the sexy folds on either face on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her backbone. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him take her by her naked shank for a while, before whispering"My back Deen. Remove all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a flush, he moved his paw, initially along her side and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like wax titty. Manya had her hired hand across her breast and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped sealed blood-red region where the colour didn't do off easily. Manya didn't feeling anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own flavor. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's boozer back that his hands got irksome and dense and his breathing heavier. The sexy mother felt her son's intimation on her au naturel, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool off him. She quickly turned on the shower and the spraying of cool water wet both female parent and son as they stood within a animal foot of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, unable to hold his erection. He was drenched too within no clock time and heard his mother's full laughter.

Her married man's disgusting behaviour final stage Night had left Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her fail body. Now after being subjected to some cursory osculation and gropes he had sped off, leaving her bare and anguished all over again. He never seemed to expose the remotest soupcon of remorse for having left her high up and dry at his genus Bos'party and now showed absolute callousness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked wife felt that she didn't deserve his posture or his property. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her naked soundbox as if in reassurance but realized with a grin that the luxuriously potential difference fucking she had been receiving over the cobbler's last couple of sidereal day were a far enceinte assurance of her desirability. And the fact that she was capable to draw teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous body and leave them panting for more than made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a amount form attraction who drew men and male child of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of feel and squeezes which her unseasoned son had subjected her to that aurora. Even without trying, she related more through her soundbox to people rather than the mind 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 covers. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her hubby's presence in the chamber. Her comfort point with nudeness had been rising over prison term and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The moment Deen left the house, Manya raised her nude body off the bed and went across to keep out the door. She was naked in the confidence that she would now be alone in the house. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the couch and unfold one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her hired hand around the lower abdomen, she clicked the telecasting on and saw some songs being telecast. The horny housewife looked quite salacious in that posture with her pinkish cuntlips being full open in case there was a witness. Crusted cum deposits decorated her interior second joint and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two grubby numbers, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to imagine herself in the hands of the respective lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the tether ballerina in those songs. A lunar time period of tickling ran through her as she wondered how she would calculate on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and unattackable male dancers. She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the buzzer gang. The sexy housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no dress were within reach.

"Who's it ?"she called out from her lewd position on the sofa. She was relieved to get word a female person voice response. It was Sana, the neighbour's seventeen year old girl. She was Salman's sister.

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

Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman's body from head to toe. Manya was her perfection and Sana's reason for idolizing her was that all the neck of the woods boys, kept talking only about Manya in totality luxuria and awe rather than about younger female child like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana'a had an ass like Manya's, he would cause a hard clock time warding off former Guy from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sana'a kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon like breasts, swung freely, untied by any restrictive clothing. She was also perplexed that Manya's tit were erect even at this time of the day. She knew footling about Manya's appetite for difficult sex and her ever corneous disposition. In her eyes she was the dependable housewife who couldn't help it if she was blessed with a wellspring stacked, knock out body. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every time the teenager poked her waist to tell her she was very suitable even for fair sex. It was cheerful give-and-take. Suddenly Sanaa said,

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

A bit puzzled, Manya thanked her sweetly.

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

Manya was a bit implicated and asked her"Who went unhinged 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 time to come auntie Manya,"she warned innocently.

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the innocent lady friend. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in succeeding. Time flew and it was getting unaired to lunch time. Suddenly Sana suggested that they should order lunch from their family unit restaurant. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to cook. Sana quickly phoned her eating house, ordering decent food to withdraw forethought of Deen, Binu and a couple of others also if necessary.

The intellectual nourishment arrived shortly and with the food for thought came Salman and Sam. Both were at the restaurant when Sanaa called and they decided to play it themselves. Salman had Manya in judgment while Sam had Sanaa also in head. When Manya saw the male child arrive, she slipped into the chamber and put on a light green transparent saree over the petticoat and a sleeveless blouse, braless on her chest. She noticed after wearing it that the blouse, already low cut, had the top button torn off. She shrugged and went to greet the boys.

The guy rope were in richly flavour with Sam constantly teasing Sana'a and salman giving thirsty looks towards Manya. After a while, Manya decided to fetch the plate and lay the food on the table. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to facilitate instantly. The second they went into the kitchen, Salman caught cargo area of the sybaritic married woman by her generous hip joint and thrust into her saree covered ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her tits. Manya resisted for a patch in irritation but knew that she couldn't for too long. She kept eyeing the keep way, hoping that Sana'a wouldn't suddenly decide to help oneself out too. Manya's hands tried to assemble some plates and dishes together while her pussy tried to fight off the gushing juices from deep within her loin. The young adolescent showed great anxiety in his mauling of the well endowed wife's body from psyche to toe. His hands covered her fit out form everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her sari and shoved his hand right up to her wet fathead, cupping and feeling it in a warm traveling bag. Manya gasped and let out a light squeal. Her consistence began to experience the associate 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 Elmer Reizenstein but brought all the other dishes. Would you take care going across and fetching it. Sana may like to come with you. ”.

"Sure Salman,"said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by the two guy cable. They had left the Timothy Miles Bindon Rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his metre with the beauteous Sana while Salman had the lush and sexy Manya gratuitous and horny. The door closed and the water gate opened for the illegitimate couple. Standing in the Saame place, Manya and Salman began a rapid fire fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen board. In the last two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. the kitchen table was used for anything but solid food cookery. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all raptures as the Pres Young stud's thrusts drove the blues of her husband's ignore away. Her breast rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounce, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly mash them as if wanting to trim back them to pulp. Manya's lust skyrocketed to keen heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheated sex starved body. Five minutes of ceaseless pounding into the red-blooded lady of the house's twat had Salman spewing out spoonfuls of seed deep inside her womb, hugging her wholesome trunk ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Manya to be so ravished. His vigor pleased her and his cock still felt laborious inside her sodden twat even after the battering he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue greedily.

Not letting Salman's shaft out of her cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in small jump towards the chamber. A surprised Salman understood her aim and let himself hop along with her the right way onto her bed. The feel of his still tumid cock in her cum washed cunt continued to stoke the fires in her belly. She craved for another hammer. A vernal man always came quickly first. But young cock scene back to erection quickly too. Her ripe body could never be satisfied with a individual round of sex. She craved for the next round ravenously. She was a bunny for the second fuck. She was a slave to young cock.

Knowing they had at least another ten mo the sex charged pair took off on the cheating 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 scrumptious slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her brains fucked out of her by the locality macho-man. Again here, he was fucking her doggie panache. She was on all fours and he was ramming her juicy bitch from behind. Their fuse juices trickled out down her toothsome thigh to drench the bed sheet fully. The fucking and the soaking continued for the next ten minutes, during which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out on exaltation without the veneration of being heard. She gave full outlet to her bursting passion by imploring him to fuck her hard and true.

"Fuck me severely Salman ”, she begged."Fuck my cock starved snatch. Fuck your friend's horny Mom,"she wailed, surprising Salman with her unconstraint. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs. M could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was adulterous. He literally rammed and rammed his steely cock in and out of her pulsating cunt till the degree came when she was about to thrash. He could experience her cunt brawniness tighten around his thrusting shaft and the milking get to a greater extent manic. His infrangible mauling of her heaving titty reached gravid proportions and finally both of them collapsed in a wad on the creaking bed, going through convulsive orgasm with Salman lying on top of the mature woman's immense ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her passing. The matte up couple looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five minutes to disentangle themselves from each other's hold.

Salman pulled up his pant and said"Let me serve you dress Mrs. M ”, and went over to tuck her saree into her waist. He squeezed the flesh there in blessing, drawing a groan from the well fucked mother. They tidied each former up as best as they could and went into the bread and butter room just in metre to get a line the bell. Sam and Sana entered with even flavour on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any questions and the two distich ate in total secretiveness. It was a wax repast and took to a greater extent than fifteen instant. Manya felt a lilliputian discomfort in her pussy and once in a while cupped it with her left hand in the course of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his lips. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's interest create a further ripple in her lower belly.

After the meal, Sana said she had to attend to an art class and requested her buddy to drop her. She wanted to be unblock of Sam because of the veneration of any doubts in Aunt Manya's brain about them. Aunt Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched United States Department of State, as Salman led his sister out of the house, agreeing to shake off her. He closed the room access shut behind him, not looking at Sam.

Sam cast a glance at the understood mother following to him. She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her sari having fallen off from her creamy shoulders. He placed his deal gently on her lower, exposed belly and ran it in rotary, feeling the sissiness and caressing it. Manya gave him a tire out smiling but did not stop him. She however said,"I'm tired Sam ”.

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

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

"Don't headache Mrs M. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the paw of the aphrodisiacal housewife and made her lie down vapid on the lounge. Sam kissed her face all over lovingly and even lapped her sweat beads in a stamp show of affection. He kept kissing her for a good five minutes all over her face and back talk, holding her full-of-the-moon berm and then gradually moved his head to forget it in the full mounds on her chest. He bit the tit though her blouse, making her groan. He bit them again, this time making Manya clutch his head. He spent another five minutes on her knocker, worshipping them before he dipped his headway onto her wide-cut and huge midsection. Manya gasped as his back talk found her navel and let out a fully energise moan, long enough to let him understand that he had her almost at his clemency. After his nibbling covered the entire territory of her belly and exposed pelvic arch, she was a heaving volume of flesh before him. The sexy mother heaved her rosehip and jerked them towards his typeface. The very infer, sore Felis concolor then raised the horny female parent's saree up to her waist and dipped his head right into the mature cleaning lady's cunt. His tongue probed like a paintbrush into her dripping pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on direction. Her hands gripped his hair and she pushed his headway into her steaming puss, so that his clapper could go cryptic and rich. Sam obliged the lust aroused older charwoman, inhaling her musky scent with a loud sniff, which made her puss lips dancing with delight and warmth. Sam led the sore cleaning lady out of her soreness with his finesse and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, legs splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ fuck Me'written in bold letter of the alphabet all over her curvy, well used soundbox. She looked pleadingly towards her young fan, her heart doing the asking.

Sam felt her pussy and it was so soaked and dripping that he felt she could convey three shaft. He thrust his hired man first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his paw and brought out his arduous and bore dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the married woman's horny cunt, feeling her cunt muscles spring up from nowhere to brooch his cunt pleaser. Manya felt her senses leave her as Sam began a slow and steady shag motion. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His pecker had also got itself out of the first fuck hastiness with Sana earlier and right now he was well poised to render this horny mother a deliciously farsighted ass. He knew she would love it.

Long, deep and unwavering came the strokes of his cock in and out of Manya's pussycat. She raised her hips to provide the retort thrusts and he held her hips to support the poke. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm as if being orchestrated by an unseeable conductor. The tranquillise start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five min. Incredibly their nooky continued unabated for another five minutes till Sam felt Manya's pussy muscles gripping his dick harder and harder until they suddenly released their hold. He gave one final violent jabbing into her boiling pussy just then to time his dismission with hers. Both their press release were noiseless, filled with mutual comfort and understanding. It was the pairing of souls.

Manya never felt this wellspring loved before. She hugged Sam hard to herself and shower his brass with hot and sweaty kiss for farsighted moments. She lay in his branch for a long metre, feeling the Passion drain out of her well fucked consistency. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like a unfeigned woman. Sam on his section, looked smug and content, watching the half naked mother's beautiful features which looked better each time they made love. If only she'd agree, she'd make a cracking and natural good example for his copse or camera.

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

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya's ripe body was already pleasured by four young studs, the newsprint boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sore buff. Each was a dissimilar experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, relaxed sex. Manya loved both. The hurry sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her sounds but raised her release stage to unmoved peaks. The make relaxed fucking spread the impulses to all function of her sexy consistence making every pore of her peel glow in reaction. Here, lying bare ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glow, making Sam gaze in proceed astonishment. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring eyes. Then her eyes turned indulgent and she reached out her blazon to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his work force cupping her radiant face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lust temporarily out of her system was a bit concerned about the time. In about half an time of day, her sons would go far. Her husband would add up to collect his bags before leaving for his flight but she could never foreshadow the prison term of his comer. But she was sure enough he would pass on soon after his arriver in a tearing hurry. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more clock time they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big breast softly. His after sex period of play was very tender and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet sass from his oral fissure and asked him what he was trying to say.

"Your mouth taste like love, 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 helping hand involuntarily moving to her pussy mound, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must take secreted a nursing bottle full of succus, or love if she were to believe his flattery. She kept cupping her pussy while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his part let his hands roam freely on her broad breast. Their trunk once again exchanged the warmth of double-dyed forcible understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the honey test"?

Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned violent than ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew they had very picayune or no fourth dimension. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that duplicate extra manner. But she was confused and lost for time. Sam took the opening move and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottleful of dear. Before the sexy wife could babble, he opened it and poured a few bead right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussy. That made the beautiful woman gasp in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his knife spread the dearest all over her twat lip, dragging the sweet liquified deeper to encircle her love bud. The aroused woman of the house's legs were wrapped around her young buff's heading on the sofa, her hired man on his head, with his school principal buried in her juicy catch. She was already sweaty and naked and his delicious act generated further heat in her body, causing her scrumptious hips to start a obtuse grind against his lapping face. Her cunt was a mess with her own succus, his cum and the honey. The resultant appreciation and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved fair sex's body for days together. Her secretion levels were overwhelming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, voluptuous body at his disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the aroused housewife's quivering slit when they suddenly heard the doorbell tintinnabulation. Manya's first reaction was panic but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pick up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She donned her underskirt with the honey treated juices dripping from her heated puss. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly fucked homemaker, opened the doorway to let in her minor. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their rumpled mother. Her body was sweaty, hair uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with perspiration. stew had dampened her total cleavage too and Binu found his mother's chest to be fascinating pitcher's mound by themselves. Instead of his usual movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his face into her vauntingly cleavage, his hands rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his female parent getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every stoma of his full bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the rich counterpane from the restaurant.

In the course of instruction of feeding her kids, Manya got back to sanity until Binu suddenly noticed the bottleful of beloved lying on the aliveness room board and said"Mom do we use dear for any of these things to taste better ?"

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

It was just before her sons finished their food that the adulterous mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen door. He did so but not before grabbing the lustful housewife by her waist and giving a long and wet kiss on her replete lips. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen door. Hoping that her boy had not heard the osculation, the lusty mother returned to crystallise the mesa, while her Logos went to switch their dress. She felt mucilaginous all over and moist between her thigh. Sam had slurped away to the highest degree of the honey and deep within she could still finger the get down dabs of his tongue all over her insides. She experienced yet another thrill and decided that she should bathe before her bodily mess was too obvious to her kids.

The bathtub was cleansing more than refreshing for the vagabond wife and mother. In the course of ten min she wiped out every touch of her hot sex sessions that her body could carry. What she could not wipe out was the extra reinvigorated gleaming on her expression which came only from unspoiled, 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 whitened blouse without a bra. The sari fell right down her pelvis and settled at the small possible point. It did reckon like it would fall right off her juicy body any moment. The guileless grain gave plentiful jot of her bring down bush and full thighs from the presence and her fountainhead rounded but truehearted asscheeks from the rear. With her full personify charms being highlighted to their uttermost, she looked a starve angel in white. Her beautiful face was relegated to the background by her opulent curves protruding fully out of her flimsy sari and slopped blouse. Wanting to spend some time with her kids, she walked towards Deen's room. On the way she heard the Alexander Bell. She opened the door to see the flower vender. She gave him his most heavenly sight of the day, her full breasts showing through the sheer saree and her creamy diaphragm exposed all the way down to her thick black bush. She saw his eye focused on the V region between her thighs and crossed them as if to sop up his attending. His regard right into her George Bush sent a soft pleasure pulse through her body. She allowed him to caress her hand while giving the flowers. Even as the door was undetermined she lifted her hands above her headland to secure the heyday in her tomentum. In doing so the housewife's entire midriff embedded with that cryptic and provocative navel was on exhibit to the flower trafficker. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the lady as a lot as tripped, her whole saree would descend untied, leaving her splendid, fleshy charms open to the public. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's way to find Binu also there. Deen was at his table studying while Binu was on the bed trying to say something. Manya took a book and slipped next to Binu, lying on her stomach. She took one of her deary romanticist novels to read. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her well toned and bonnie calves. Deen looked at his sexy female parent's form. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white saree and being on her breadbasket, her voluptuous waist and pelvis were totally exposed to their gaze. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the nominal head thereby leaving about eighty percentage of her back bare right up to her asscrack. With flowers in her hair she looked every inch a bride on her wedding party night and in that minimal wear she looked a bride who ached for a fucking. Manya turned around suddenly onto her dorsum while meter reading. Her sari top which was already down, was now totally tangle off her shoulder and the bottom of the saree was now almost midway up her thighs. Manya kept recital, seemingly unaware of the soundbox display she was putting on. Her attire was nothing new before her kids and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her copious thigh. Her boob rose and fell with each breath and her belly responded with little heaving motility of its own. She looked a pleasant-tasting musical composition of beauty and Deen felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd body voice communication. He saw Binu also notice their horny mother.

Binu swung into legal action very soon. He kept his book aside and placed his caput on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not constitute any sudden move. Binu began his exploratory practice session of his mother's fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in slack and steady clout. He concentrated on the ticklish and sensitive zone around her deep navel and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly adoration. She placed her manus on her son's head lightly but did not look down. Binu carried his enthrallment for his mother's hot body to gamey spirit level when he suddenly blew firmly into her navel, making the sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both mother and son again settled into their various pursuits. Manya could palpate the tide rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each piece into her navel. The succus gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was sure that Binu could whiff her foreplay odor. If Binu sniffed it he didn't appearance it but his paw now fully encircled his mother's big hips and drew her alky lower trunk further into his side. Manya's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet kiss lavished by her immature son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and ready for fucking from the manner in which she was writhing her pelvis trying to look pattern. Her horniness carried across the room towards him and when he saw her face, the tumultuous feature starkly reflected the burn lecherousness within her.

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

"You were very untested then Binu. You can not booze any more now from them ”, she whispered in answer also feeling excited that her breasts 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 rosehip. Her saree had slipped even lower and Deen could see that the beginnings of his mother's lower pelvic girdle. Binu's paw was resting on that ridiculously exposed theatrical role as he talked.

The sexually unhinge female parent managed to gnarl,"No milk will come out now Binu ”. But Manya's younger son would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering her to permit him to taste her Milk River in a childish presentation of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the place. Suddenly to his speak amazement and wild arousal, he saw his well breasted female parent unbutton her blouse and whip out one full dummy and thrust it into Binu's accepting lip. His putz ached and ached at this horny sight. His already one-half exposed mother had now popped one of her booby into her younger son's oral fissure and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that right offering. She just kept understood as Binu feasted on his female parent's pinhead while his workforce were still placed on her full phase of the moon, exposed coxa. Deen adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn't take his center off that wild quite a little. Binu kept suckling for one total second, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, bureau out, wearing a grinning that occasionally turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no move to hit her son's mind from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snigger saying that there was no milk and the taste was not as good as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the moment even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the like exposed pose asked her elderberry bush son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was concentrated and his balls were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any gumption of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her sari pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her pelvis upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of her thigh. In a arcminute she turned and in the Saami semi bare condition, slept with her back to her son Deen, showing him the full and high cheeked glory of her ass. Binu had left the room after his boob suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the well exposed body of his Mom, a few feet away, bursting all over with curves, the young son fished out his pecker and stroked it smoothly, taking maintenance not to realise any sound. He kept looking at his mother's massive derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack throughout his frenzied masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his eyes off his mother's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Manya did not substantiate what Deen was doing but was lost in her own world of lustfulness after all the attention she got from her son. It did not bother her thinker as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her juice started all over again. Her right on manus rested again on her pussy through her transparent saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete strokes since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every individual cause of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to get hold of a walk to cool off. Binu had already gone off to his friend's lieu. He whispered into his mother's ear that he would be gone for an minute or so and Manya nodded in her partial tone slumber. Deen took one feeling at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and inviolable beauty of her nerve. He also noted that her saree had now gone right on past her thighs to just a few inches below her hot pussy. He left the house and locked the room access behind him before he burst a blood vessel.

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the house, Manya heard the front door ring again. Knowing that it was her hubby she rose and quickly went to afford it. Desh entered the house in a hurry but paused only for a while to take in his wife'attire and dreamy look. In that flannel saree she looked a dream. But the saree looked like it would slip right off her torso. He caught her by the hips, surprising Manya. Instead of the hugging and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the folds of the saree and tried to tuck them mellow around her waist. The saree refused to oblige and he let it descend again. Manya held her husband by the articulatio humeri, hoping that his planned loss for a week would progress to him a bit more romantic. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the chamber to pile his bags. He took a few minutes and came back again to the living room to pass a brief candy kiss to his daze wife. Manya limply accepted the buss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his slip. Even those gallant try she had made to stroke his tool through his trousers did not jerk life into Desh. Life could not have got more frustrating for the lovely wife.

Not wanting to tolerate natural depression to tangle her, she readjusted her clothing around herself, slipped on a petticoat underneath her white saree and a disastrous 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 movie. Manya simply decided to take her judgement off all things sexual. The three of them reached the cinema family got their tickets. With Manya in the centre, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom interior. A gang of local early days gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's soaker ass sway away from them in a intellect blowing mode. Manya ignored them like she always did. interior, while watching the picture show, both son held their Mom's hands from either side possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his elbows frequently brushed against the English of her breasts. Manya relaxed against his cubitus after a piece, engrossed in the picture show. Once in a while she felt Binu's hands on her thighs whenever a funny scene came on filmdom. He would just squeeze her thigh and withdraw his hand. Manya became more and more cognizant of Binu's script after that. By the end of the plastic film, Binu had elbowed her tits almost throughout the plastic film and squeezed her interior thighs at least seven to eight time. Deen observed most of this and only kept caressing his hard dick without his Mom's posting. Manya was confused from all the happenings, but also very wet between her thighs. Her body knew only one way to reply to caresses and that was by secreting copious love juices.

When the photographic film ended they rose to leave. There was a long and winding staircase leading to the exterior. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's hand and walked down the steps along with the picture show going crowd. There were muckle of guys who were eyeing the copious body of Manya and some of them came right behind her and scratch their dicks hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at least five of them grind their dicks into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a span of strong kneads. Manya didn't want to create a scene there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked dead body with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the fondling and groping being received by his yummy mother. It drove his hawkshaw into overdrive and he stored some of the ikon for masturbatory reference later in the Night. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to look naked, then it was his mother's.

As Manya stepped off the last stair, she also felt her rear getting its final anon. grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the situation she put her arms around her two Logos and the trio left for home. They had a light dinner on reaching plate and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner, Deen could sense his brother's restlessness and eagerness to twine up his eating. He saw his Mom go to her bedroom for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the brothers could see that she had hardly changed. The sexy housewife had merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in that seductive sari that exposed all her gem to the mankind. Binu cuddled up to his full bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing boxershorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the light source and sneak up to the bedroom door which was unsecured. Through a small slit at the side he peered into the elbow room, lit only by a night lamp. He could micturate out their shifting and moving word form and heard his beautiful Mom murmur many a time. He didn't hear Binu's interpreter but only his female parent's soft moans and grumble. His brother had one leg thrown over his aphrodisiac Mom's hip joint. He was hugging into her from keister, his head on her beautiful neck opening, his dick pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single layer of fragile garment. His hired hand which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all over her huge, naked midsection. His Mom did not say anything other than groan occasionally. In the still of the Nox, at that moment, the telephone rang next to Manya and her sleeping son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

Manya shifted herself onto her dorsum and took the telephone receiver to her ear. Binu's capitulum now rested rightfield in the marrow of her stomach, his lips just where he loved, on her omphalos. Her saree pallu was off and cast out aside. It was Ram on the phone.

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

"Hi ”, she greeted in acknowledgement into the phone, her voice sounding quite sexy and beefy. Binu was busybodied licking her omphalus and she had one hand lightly on his head.

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

"Mmmmmm, ”, moaned Manya both as a reply and in reception to the darting probe which Binu's tongue had just given to her belly clit. Her succus were in entire menses now.

"Desh will be officious for at least 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 sound, pressing her left hand over her bosom after noticing that Binu's drumhead was down on her belly, licking and gnawing her flesh. She gave a gasp when she felt her son's tongue rotate deeply in her navel.

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

"Yes, I'm OK, lamb,"mumbled Manya, now feeling her son's deal encircle her hip joint fully while he sucked into her venter. Her saree had slipped well below her hips now from the top and she could experience Binu's helping hand meeting her upper tail end and cup the flesh warmly."Mmmmmm ”, she moaned, out of control again.

"Your voice 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 buff while her son's tongue continued to devastate her lush belly. His breast was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered whether he could experience her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her left handwriting mashed her breasts over her thin blouse and she tweaked her mamilla by herself and let out another foresightful moan. Binu took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother.

"Someday we must do it in bureau, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's blood rush and she barely managed a reply trying to battle the impulsion of her son's licking of her navel. His hands were actually now caressing the raw fate of her upper ass, the nearest he got so far. From a distance it appeared to the watching Deen that his crony was actually squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her pussy. Her conversation awakened his rarity 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 promontory in total arousal.

"And I want you to amount braless to my power,"said Ram."After fucking on my desk, I want you to sneak under it topless and set about a longsighted cock sucking. I'll dictate a letter of the alphabet to my secretary as you blow me ”, went on Ram."Where would you care me to cum ? case or mouth ?"

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly aroused married woman, her vocalisation breaking away as a flood of juices washed over her interior. This last line did it to her. The searing lecherousness caused by her devotee's lewd talk and her son's continuous loving worship of her heated organic structure carried her past the final examination frontier. She clutched her son's head heavily as her juice oozed out of her twat with a military force that wet her saree around her crotch. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his read/write head so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest which was pressed against his Mom's affectionate lap. The lap had been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden shake and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four column inch below her navel, past the immense belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glass over smell. She had muttered a good night and tossed the speech sound away, her expression and thorax trousering. Binu saw his mother's splendid boobs heaving and forcefully took his oculus away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her crotch and her saree was bunched up around her hips, leaving her thighs fully naked. His hammer ached and throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had followed component part of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the telephone"?

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

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

Chapter 14

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

The oversexed mother, in the meanwhile felt herself sticky and wet both inside and outside. While her gushing succus washed her inside, her younger son's diaphragm and belly button licking left her sticky all over the midriff. She looked down after her release to his promontory which she was holding in her hired hand. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer white saree, which was wet around the crotch. Both his hands were around her hip joint and his right manus was infact cupping her discover upper buns. For a second she was ashamed of herself for orgasm right wing when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a raving mad pleasure. Binu's nibbling had turned her fervour on and she was in a sexual convulsion when Ram's call came. His libidinous talk was the induction she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the impulses. Now, after her orgasm, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her full thigh area exposed. She could sense her cunt spasm mildly against Binu's breast and wondered how it would have been in the course of her phone public lecture and orgasm. The thought made the divagate wife shiver. And the shudder brought out some excess lust from her loins. She was still perturb despite her release because she hadn't been fucked. Her ripe eubstance hadn't received its know drugging. If anything she felt hornier than before.

Manya had gone off to a unmanageable sleep in the same posture. She awoke, originally than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his position. His body had drifted away but his head was now right on her crotch. But he was fast at rest with a half smile on his lips. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's mouth had been the premature Night. They seemed to desire to simply consume her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Binu realized the effect his squeezing and kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't contain his routine to be out rightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her body, especially her omphalos and ass. Gently she lifted her son's head from her warm and damp pelvic arena and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her sari fall right off her juicy dead body onto the floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was half past five. The beautiful homemaker went butt naked into the can and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at to the lowest degree an hour before either of her sons woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the like half nude painting State. She put on a petticoat and a blackness bra. She wore the same white saree and blouse over the undergarment and decided to catch some freshly, former morning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into the impudence of the morning, towards the jogger's ballpark situated about 100 M from her planetary house. Her flannel sari highlighted her awful ass and revealed her credit crunch waist physique, while the black bra only served to draw piercing attention to her beautifully shaped breast through the ovalbumin blouse. Her navel was the instant draw from the front line, peering out invitingly through the sheer white saree. Her rear thought was irresistible with her heavy buttocks swaying provocatively with each footmark while her exposed upper articulatio coxae 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 thighs as she walked. The nip in the air played with her skin, making her nipples poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the night's arousal in her lumbus and her slacken soundbox sway suggested that she was indeed in sexual pauperization. Her son followed her from a distance of about 50 cadence, taking care not to be observed. Every passer turned and ogled the sexy mother as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some utilisation. On reaching the park after giving sexual conquest of hard on on the way, the frustrated wife sought a slightly secluded spot and sat in meditation carriage under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"hullo Mrs. M, good sunup ”.

Looking up with a start, she saw Salman's father in jogging dress. The thickset fifty year old man had been lusting after her voluptuous body for a patch now. Manya also felt her flesh stiffen under his hot flavor. She was mute as he sat following to her under the tree, not more than a few inches from her.

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

"Yes ”, she sighed, and felt his potent and rough hand on her articulatio humeri. The warm tactual sensation made her loins wet and her already aroused body responded on its own.

"It's a ruth so a great deal of ravisher is being wasted. Let me read you the new varieties of pink wine over there"he pointed towards an even more secluded spot, holding her shank in the Lapplander apparent movement, as if to avail her.

With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny housewife rose and allowed herself to be led towards the dapple, his warm up grip heating her body all over. She blamed it on the too soon morning horniness, but gave in to the older man's advances, recollecting his steely grip over her shank, rosehip and wet ass during the Holi dunking.

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

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

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

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

Manya was stunned at the precipitousness of his action and the thickness of his dick. Her palm enclosed it well and fully and the steely center jerked eagerly in her script. A groan escaped her lip and she began a slow jerking movement. Her body was hot now and her juices began the outward journey down her lush thighs. Salman's Father was a man of little public lecture and all action, which suited the straying married woman well. He placed his voluptuous target on the Mary Jane under the tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, firm script to handle her physical structure. She lay flat on the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single motion, he lifted the white sari rightfulness over the needy woman of the house's fair and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for safety. Her wetness surprised the aged man and the passion of her twat only made his lust top. He bent and shove his midst cock into her soaked pussy almost immediately. He began the hard pumping, first in fast thrusts, which tapered into gasping boring ones. His hand reached out and gripped her aching chest, making the pulp shudder. The aroused wife writhed under his onslaught and her passion rose, making her hips rise to gather every thrust of her older devotee. The squashy sounds of his cock plundering her pussy filled the unsounded air and even in that country, the horny, adulterous woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not know however that her own son was peeping and hearing, unobserved from a aloofness, in a state of extreme foreplay and excitement.

The sure-enough man's duncical cock pistoned in and out of Manya's centripetal pussy. The early morning time dew soaked the exposed persona of the horny homemaker's shank, back and legs, which was a lot of her wholesome consistence at that moment. She lay sprawled on the wet grass, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the older man whose son had fucked the day out of her ravishing consistency just the previous day. The undefendable air fucking charged her lusty eubstance into renewed vigour. Manya raised her hip joint to meet every single thrust of his with a force that surprised the stocky man. The tool clasping powerfulness of the cheating wife below him took the morning vigor out of him and in less than five minutes, he was spurting out his cum, mashing her good breasts savagely. The spurt of his cum hit her deep inside and the beautiful cleaning lady got her day's first seed blast in the early hours, when she was lying half naked in the park, obscenely surrendering her lush, horny consistence to Salman's male parent, while many other homemaker were taking brisk walks less than xx meter away.

As the elder man rose from the sexy soundbox he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any potential danger. Sensing none, he whispered to the woman he had just fucked that he would leave first and she could give a five minute lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to gather her clothes over her wet thigh. The sari was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The dampen saree stuck to the curves of her ass, causing a very stimulate gap. From a space of twenty meters, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his female parent looked outrageously aphrodisiacal and positively vulgar at that time of the morning, with the birds chirping around her. Her soundbox looked so use and incongruous with the fresh milieu with all the dampish dirt on her. He did not see her getting her day's first eff, but he could hear it. He remained in his advantage position even after Salman's father had left. He saw his sexy mother adjust her saree and recline against the Tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of the park and movement towards the tree diagram where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a brief discussion after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the adulterous woman with Salman. Deen could only view a function of the scene behind the tree. He saw Salman carry his Mom's back and bend her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi upright pose. He was on his stifle, making thrusting movements, prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous female parent was on all quatern, getting fucked barker style by the young stud poker. This searing licentiousness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen weirdo and he began a farseeing and hard jerking of his pecker, watching the seventh cranial nerve aspect of Salman as he vigorously fucked his female parent. The passion was too high gear and he came much earliest than the fornicating twosome. He ejaculated into the bushes before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the park home plate, thinking that it would be better to strive before his Mom returned from her betimes forenoon lark. He could distinctly hear Salman foretell his mother a bitch as he rammed into her snatch from hindquarters. On his return key journey he saw many eye aged cleaning lady walking around, either with their married man or their dogs, reveling in the morning freshness. He gave one finally intellection to his own lusty female parent who at that time was on all fours, her luscious ass heights up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a yoke of geezerhood old than her son. Sensing another erection he went dwelling, entered through the open kitchen room access and waited in his bed for his mother to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched unseen, not very far from the kitchen door, waiting for Manya.

Manya's body was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the maddened fucking given by Salman's Brigham Young cock. Being a bunny for the arcsecond fuck, the son's cock came as a incentive to the sexy married woman after the father had pumped and filled her well. Holding her ample coxa and squeezing her swaying dummy occasionally the scantling spewed his cum into the horny's wife's greedy cunt after ten minutes of furious fuck. Manya got her day's indorse cum blast from Salman and it was not even half past tense 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 keep an eye on. Salman saw the sexy woman he had just fucked boost and leave slowly. Her apparel were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to her lower body, making a very provocative outline of her well stacked eubstance. Salman felt she looked erotic in her smuttiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one full squeeze, making the well fucked wife squeal in one-half surprise and half joy. Manya walked right back to her house as steadily as she could, not bothering to look at any of the onlookers. It was a prophylactic manner of walking since day had begun to bust out. In that dirty, deaden attire, strutting her wellspring exposed ravished body around could have led to gang ravishment if it were moonlight instead of forenoon light. Her walkway carried a dull sway, imparting a sexy heave to her hip joint. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to recognise Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual appearance. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife's hips with his nose. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a bitch between the well fucked mother's thighs. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in warning device. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said"Don't worry Aunt Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

A unbosom Manya thanked him and started towards her star sign. She went around as intended to the kitchen door, only to be held by a pair of firm deal. When she saw the milkman, the wellspring used woman was in no situation to respond. Her sons would be up and about and she had to fix them for school.

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

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

"Tomorrow ”, she said, freeing herself from him. She could not however prevent him from feeling her up all over her curvy pectus and hips for one full minute before waiver. Red in face again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.

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

Binu slowly opened his middle and saw a wellspring snipe segmentation staring into his face from a black bra and white blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit of his obsession, his mother's oceanic abyss and juicy omphalos. As he rose, it was compensate in front of his facial expression. He began with a thick, early morning umbilicus kiss, making his sexy female parent squirm once again. When onto his feet, he kissed her face and suddenly both mother and son exchanged a spry lip to lip buss. A radiation pattern had been set.

giving him fifteen min to be ready for his bath, Manya walked out towards Deen's room to arrest on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to greet her. He was unfermented except for his bath. Deen had to verify another charge of lineage into his shaft on seeing his female parent in a half-slip and blouse again. Her expansive paunch bore some scratch score where the primer coat had grazed her during those rousing sex session. Instinctively he reached out to palpate her waist around those marks. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the parkland during my morning walk Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow."Deen was happy that she had not lied at least about going to the park.

Like a duteous mother, Manya prepared breakfast for her two boy over the next half an hour and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu call out for a bath. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and Deen make to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed female parent got down to bathing her Logos, taking only a promptly face at Deen's crotch. He was half set up. And Binu was limp. In the course of the bath she got around to soap Binu's privates. The consequence her hand encircled his orchis, Binu's dick shot up in two seconds like a serpent raising its thug. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bath her son. Binu's dick remained at full length during the entire course of the bath. Manya forced her oculus off it, only to run into Deen's hard on jutting out through his briefs. Both brothers were trying to assert normalcy, though Deen's task was tougher. He watched painfully upright while his Mom stroked his brother's cock, in the act of trying to gargle the soap away. He did not inquire too gruelling why it took one full mo to rinse it away. And now he also found it normal to see his naked brother fiddling with his mother's exposed navel very often during the session. The aphrodisiac mother ended the bath and put the rain shower off. Deen felt his female parent's fingers graze against his cock in a very light squeeze, but decided that it was by accident. Ushering them out of the bath, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the morning's adulterous hint. She felt her kitty-cat back talk puffed up while soaping and a lowly tingle ran up her spine as she soaped her erect mammilla. The pressure of the mauling given by the horny Father of the Church and son still lingered on her knocker and the hot feel of her son's erect stopcock lingered on her kickshaw fingerbreadth. Her pussy felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to happen after the backbreaking of roll in the hay to stoke her fervency all over again. Even Deen, as he left the bathtub knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

spirit extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedchamber, wiping her armpit and venter along the way. She allowed her bridge player to linger between her second joint and was beginning to enjoy the warmth, when her son's yell for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without doubt. No having the fourth dimension to resolve on wearing apparel, she slipped on a white half-slip and a black blouse. As usual, she tied the petticoat five column inch below her belly push and kept the top two buttons of her low cut blouse undone. This was as ripe as her criterion attire whenever hubby was away. She felt exempt and comfortable and didn't have to change unless she had to go out. She went to the dining expanse towards two hard dick, one of which went with a pair of eager script. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the sides and poking her navel point at least five times during the meal. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the tactile property and gropes of her immature son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his haircloth. But it was not fun and games for her snatch. A slow flak had started.

Once her children had left, the amorous married woman flopped on the sofa and slipped into a short siesta. She stirred when she heard the buzzer ring. Her hand automatically went to her pussy. Every sound of any Vanessa Stephen was something of a wake up call for her pussy. And the short-change nap had introduced a gentle tingle in her loins. Caressing herself between her thighs, she went towards the door and paused for a while, as if unwilling to leave her pussy.

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

"It's me Sam,"came the reply, much to the sexy mother's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the room access, only to withdraw her deal from her mound with a start. Sam was with Sanaa. Hastily excusing herself for her appearance Manya ran into the bedroom. Sana watched Sam ogling her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a gloomy low-spirited saree over her petticoat. She was still bare-breasted and Sana could clearly make out her pert nipples poking right out of the blouse and through the saree. Sana'a felt out rightly green-eyed of the voluptuous honest-to-god woman. She looked a bundle of sexual energy and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such thoughts in her nous, she opened a minor envelope.

For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the lifetime out his cock trough he thought it would get disengaged from his crotch. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her titty sucked and crushed by his immature brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her naked, well curved eubstance was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an coming in salacious hot pants. The last lingering image of his juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heave, voluptuous, fully exposed torso being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling knocker, wet face, glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her crotch, flashed in a quick sequence before his wild eye at the climax of every frig. With the net figure of speech of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely disturbed sleep. He was certainly there would be a time when she would manage to talk to her Dad on the telephone while some man fucked her brainiac out bow-wow manner. He only hoped he would be able to watch over her.

Manya felt the last burst of her orgasm leave her body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her titty and was lying with his brain 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 divulge she was. Her entire front was open right down to her George Herbert Walker Bush and the saree was bundled up around her pussy, leaving everything below out-of-doors and bare from her heavy second joint downwards. Even the horny mother felt she looked quite vulgar lying like this next to her son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit break from all his nibbling and biting. The side of meat of her full breasts still retained his wring pressure level and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her plushy torso around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya's oculus drifted to her pelvic area and the mess startled her. Her saree just about covered her pussycat and was damp all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her little son began to sink into the voluptuous mother and wife. Her Thomas Young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial reserve right hand on almost every column inch of her generous body and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to fight off him.

"The cracking discipline was self discipline ”, she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his pattern itch. Manya knew that such urges were pattern in boys and that it was life-threatening to rebuff them because of the possible psychological backlash on them. Moreover she was sure that he would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As a mother she had deep love life for her sons and was trusted that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his passion, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some foolery and pampering through this stage. And it only made her feel sexier, better and more desirable. There was nothing which turned on Manya more than the knowledge that someone lusted after her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did not go through this form with her body. The thought made her a bit interest about her elder son's normalcy and she decided to subscribe to a closer smell at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to cast into quietus since the excitement of feeling and sucking his mother's tit drained him mentally. It was his first encounter with his female parent in a bare, physical horse sense. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to sashay his hair and shifted her body down to settle down beside him. She readjusted her saree to cover her behind and thigh and slept with her book binding to her son. She tried hard to kip but remained a few stair short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's script on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her naked waist as it always did, towards her umbilicus. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her rose hip and rested there. Manya could directly sense the impact of his hawkshaw against her full moon and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her umbilicus in a slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable impulses in her navel to take over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her butt. Its heat and ruggedness permeated through his shorts and her sheer sari. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no poke of his cock against her inflame asscheeks, but the aroused mother was certainly that her ass heat was interacting with his Pres Young dick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny dead body. Her body stiffened further when she felt his cock throb intensifies wildly. In astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against her hot ass without any social movement or thrust from his English. She realized he was dreaming about the copious eubstance and breasts he had caressed away with exemption. The pounding against her ass continued like an automatic motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating against the object of his dreams, making the subject of his lusty dreaming palpitation and wiggle against it. Manya stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressure on them. The spasms were followed by a sudden flare-up of wetness which dampened the rear of her saree. With a shock the sexy female parent realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to feel the waving of tone ending ebb out. For five minutes after feeling the death weak pounding, Manya remained in that posture to allow her son's physical structure to regain blissful rest. 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 sari rode up to the home of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's tool had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the limen of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the sexy woman smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her dead 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 quiescency son. A frontier had been crossed by the female parent and son.

Manya again woke up a little originally than normal. The advantage of a well fucked body was that slumber enters quick and deep. It also leaves the consistency quickly once the required residue is obtained. The close at hand dayspring second were also import for horniness to dawn on the beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her hips, the naut mi having got open. She was stark naked on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast asleep, now with his rear to her. A fast recap of the previous nighttime's events crossed her mind. The adorable mother felt herself loaded once again with compassion and lovemaking for her son. On impulse, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his sleep to face her. His optic were still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering upsurge of warmheartedness. She gently hugged his face into her white meat and stroked his rachis, knowing that he was asleep and couldn't sentiency her nudity. Her intellect told her that this could be the finally fourth dimension she would be hugging her son as a small innocent boy. She wanted to sense and savor the present moment. She hugged his boyish typeface into her naked, full chest, allowing their softness to smother his face. She kept kissing his sleeping headspring and held him against her bosom for two fully minutes. Satisfied, the nude painting mother rose from the bed. As she got up, she thought with a puckish grinning that she needn't wear a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. Life was shifting gears and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early morning horniness crept into Manya's ripe body the minute she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should take away a stroll down to the jogger's park. It was not the prospect of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some fresh air for sure. Putting on some unmentionable, she draped the same dark blue sari over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The sari was crumpled however, making her look like she'd had a torrid night in bed. With lazy pace, the horny wife and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing innumerable admirers on the way exhibiting different degree of lust.

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

When she entered the Mungo Park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana. She had brought her pitch blackness Alsatian dog for a base on balls. Manya knew that Sam and Sana were avid dog devotee and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana sitting on a bench, holding on to her dog's leash, Manya heaved her sexy body across to her side, feeling many eyes on her display waistline and upper rosehip. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their small public lecture, Sana pointed to her dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to mate him soon so that they could generate a lot of puppies for a unanimous lot of supporter who had asked. Manya looked at the friendly but big dog. His eyes were oceanic abyss and hopeful. Sanaa kept playing with the area around his ears and he kept raising his chief to lick Sana on her neck and face. It looked like a loving dog.

"tiger, meet Aunt Manya,"introduced Sana'a, pointing Manya out to her dog. tiger rose to his groundwork and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake hands. Manya bent slightly from the workbench to shake hands. She found Panthera tigris cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his top dog lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's face. Though not used to blackguard, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful face with his long wet tongue. The tidal bore dog licked the beautiful mother's facial expression, thrilled at her willing pass. He ran his clapper all over cheeks, frontal bone, cervix, and nose and swept it in one long cerebrovascular accident over her full sassing. Manya recoiled for a second, feeling a stir. Seeing Sana laugh, she continued to let Tiger lavish his clapper all over her expression. Her face was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn't seem to desire to stop.

"Aunt Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't salt lick my face that hanker ”, said Sana. Sana'a again felt a wee bit green-eyed that like her boyfriend Sam, even her dog seemed to prefer the luscious married woman over her nubile self. She pulled the dog by its leash, dragging him away from the beautiful physical object of his attention. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her fount with her saree and noticed the doggie aroma. It was a bit strong and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a while longer and decided that she had to get back home. She held Sana'a's hand to say leave-taking and bent to judder hands with tiger as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her articulatio humeri, revealing a Brobdingnagian cleavage right in straw man of the dog's eyes. Tiger wasted no time in giving a sharp lick right in the marrow of the juicy woman's cleavage. The voluptuous mother was shocked at the act and felt a sharp bolt of an indescribable flavour in her. Adjusting her sari she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's manus were close to her feet and as she took a tone, the dog also moved to block off her. In the process, his paw fell on the bottomland of her sari, causing Manya to trip over. The well stacked woman of the house fell flat on her back with the sari getting broom aside from her straw man. Tiger saw a sarcoid prey in his new friend and he pounced onto the lush woman, licking at her peril navel. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping tongue, sending an electric current rightfield through Manya's horny body. Sana simply stared for a here and now at the lewdly exciting sight before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juices out of Manya's spread head out belly. His glossa covered every exposed inch of her immense midsection and Sana'a gaped at the full body wife as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to check the wolf. Tiger delved into her omphalus various prison term and his tongue sent shivers all over Manya's rippling organic structure. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana'a pull back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her sari and looked around. About ten people were around, staring in muteness at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into redness the flushed lady of the house quickly bade trade good bye to a still stunned Sana'a and moved out of the car park. On the way she heard a guy call out,"Watch out Maam. detent think like us guys. They are always on the look out for a squawk in heating plant ”.

The man didn't look like a regular in the expanse. But Manya was too incapacitated to react angrily. She literally ran her way home, her eyes moist with pity. Only after reaching her kitchen room access did she stop to slack up. Panting, she slowly started to regain her breathing spell. The demeanor of the dog outraged the married woman, but she realized she felt different. Suddenly she moved her hands to her pussy and felt it through the saree. She was wet.

Her creative thinker worked in all guidance trying to understand her Department of State. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt stirred up. She felt like a kick in estrus. A tangible bitch. Somebody else also understood that she was in heat. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few days to get his hands on the horny wife, was keeping guard by the kitchen threshold. He saw the disturbed, quivering cleaning woman and sensed that she needed peter. Unable to believe his luck, he held her strongly by her shoulders. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to find the milkman. She allowed him to rest her on the brink of the kitchen doorway. She remained soundless and shaking as he stripped her saree and petticoat right off her ass. The Pres Young scantling repositioned his favorite housewife in the smirch where he loved fucking her and proceeded to fall in her what she loved almost. Feeling his unattackable peter ravaging her cunt doggie manner, Manya felt like a true bitch at that consequence. The thought sent ripple of pleasance all over her organic structure as much as his steely putz did. Her mind went to the bitch that tiger would couple to give wage hike to ten of puppies. For a fleeting second she placed herself in the place of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppies. Her fertile twat gushed out juice strongly to fill the milkman's own spurting hammer. It was a brain blowing, mad for the first time fuck. The eat adult female rested her ass on the doorway of the kitchen and smiled at the Pres Young milkman. No words were exchanged for a few second. She watched with the same smile as he pushed up his pants and left her presence. It was a purely functional, purpose serving shtup, and the adulterous Manya loved such fucking.

The time was still fifteen second to seven am. Manya had another half an hr at least before her sons awoke. She felt fresh now and retentivity of the dog's assault on her flesh were pushed back into her mind. Her saree was still off her body. 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 hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful adult female was naked. Her legs were overspread apart in sitting posture and she looked remarkably comfortable in that awkward affectedness. 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 succeeding to the sexy charwoman, his cubitus on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her pussy near ups. There was no way anybody could guess it was her kitty. Sam had made her tap cunt look like the reality's greatest treasure cove. She admired his ability more than the grandeur of her kitty-cat. However after repeated viewing she felt a warmth spate again in her loins. She gave him a sudden candy kiss on his lips. Sam responded by kissing her vertebral column and held her by her naked coxa. His hired man rested well below her waist side and he kept squeezing her generous flesh in soft comforting solidus. They looked perfectly matched and at relief with each other, like a husband and married woman going through the morning newspaper. That was how the observance Deen felt from the side window.

Deen woke up previous and missed his Mom's ahead of time expedition. But he was bang on clock time to see her getting banged by the milkman and was surprised at her supererogatory passionateness. He had no thought regarding the generator of her renewed fuck vigor.

Now Sam and his mother were going through the yield of their late day's labor. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that Manya was becoming conscious of his growing proximity. She felt Sam's intimate manus once again incur her pussy and that really enhanced her comfort level. She kept looking at the photo of her lewdly cattle ranch bitch, thanking herself that she didn't wear any ring. It would hold revealed her identity from the way in which her fingerbreadth were opening up her juicy cunt in the grab. All along Sam kept fingering her pussy. Even her sigh and groan came by themselves and the twain slowly slid into a recumb posture. Manya rested her head back against the room access and spread her thighs wider to leave freer access to Sam's cupping manus. He manipulated her kitty-cat without stopping. Manya's bladder was wide because she hadn't taken a pee before her dawn walk. Now with all the relief of her sensitive lover, the imperativeness began to establish up to near uncontrollable levels.

She gasped at his chance event and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His fingers got fussy and busier with the hornlike wife's pussycat. Each strokes of his raised her want to bursting levels. She felt she would pee any moment. But the moment never came. The loaded feeling persisted but the horny wife could not release her pee. The relentless stroke of Sam on her slit thwarted the flow. Instead her cunt got swollen and wet with crack charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's hand, her face wearing an agonise looking that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no farther time. He replaced his fingerbreadth with his prick, stretching Manya outside the door right hand on the undercoat. Deen felt his female parent looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the dry land, her hips heaving and her pussy swollen with the unite pauperization to piddle and get fucked. Sam poked her outer pussycat with his finger as if to screen the rampart. Manya burst out into uncontrollable sob, whimpering with need.

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

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

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

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

"Okay Aunt Manya, you can pee ”, announced Sam, standing above her raunchy descriptor, with his dick hard and strong over her.

The subvert woman could charter it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his dick dragged him right on to her heaving, juicy soundbox. She roughly positioned his tough cock right wing at the entrance of her dripping snatch. She arched her heated hips up and forced an entry for his dick, rotating her hips greedily to allow his meat to lapse into her slice. She took his hands and placed them on her heaving breasts and forced him to smash the shaking mounds. Making croaky sounds that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly aroused female parent thrusts her pelvic girdle upwards, her eyes imploring and pleading with him to start up piece of ass. Sam felt it would be a sin to concord back any thirster. He began rotating his pelvic girdle and started a slow fucking to feel the interior of her boiling cunt fully. His turncock once again familiarized itself with Manya's beautiful pussy. Deen was now red with green-eyed monster as he saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless 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 spitefulness was elevated even though Sam took her slit missionary vogue. Both the teenagers could see the lust contortioned human face of the beautiful fair sex as her wholesome body got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every stroking of Sam's peter felt like it was hitting against a water bed. Manya's horny body bounced and heaved at every thrust in the betimes hours. Sam pounded with importunity to take the sexy wife to a much needed orgasm. The sexual climax washed her insides thoroughly and she felt Sam's turncock spurt at the same clip. With a concupiscent moan, she took out Sam's cock from her cunt and placed it above her face, taking the full blast on her eyes, nose, lips and cheeks. She licked the fluids wherever her tongue could reach and released his dick only when it turned fully gimp. Giving it a kiss with a groan, she fell back on her back again in exhaustion. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the second time during that torrid ass session.

Suddenly, before the heart of the two adolescent, Manya began to pee. She had lost it. The catamenia came tawdry and steady and burst out like a mountain current. Sam watched in amazement and wished that he had brought his camera to cap this erotic moment. For a full two instant, the horny woman let out all the accumulated fluids, clutching her belly during the act. She was still spread out on the floor, the pee collecting itself around the invert V between her thighs. It formed a minor puddle. With her beautiful, homely face and well fucked body, Deen felt his mother looked like a true slut. A loveable adulteress. But she looked beautiful to him. His well stacked nymph mom always looked beautiful when she was getting fucked.

Deen rushed into his privy after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the time and rose from the earth gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this look on his favorite modeling and he kissed her hard on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his oral fissure and felt him twitch her cuntlips in one last stroke before departing. It felt gracious to be teased and used this way. Her consistency's limits were being stretched and she found the exercise thrilling.

A upbeat Manya prepared a sumptuous breakfast for her son and only one of them knew the reason for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both sons felt well-chosen for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his initiative ejaculate spark in his pants. He discussed it with his buddy Deen, who told him that it was perfectly natural. Both pal did not go into further details. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling different. She gave him a couple of hugs more than necessity 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 backrest of his straits respective times in the course of the meal, with and without cause. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and before leaving for schoolhouse, gave his hallmark clinch and kiss to his voluptuous mother. He gave her ass an extra concentrated squeeze and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's classes were off because of a sports social occasion at schoolhouse which he didn't look like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in wonder. He was a sweet and loving boy but he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his younger chum. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever partake her or even reversed with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually normal. She remembered suddenly that the boys who were balling her were around Deen's age or a little honest-to-god. The thought made her frisson and geological fault. If she could be a part of Binu's sexual discovery, then she found no reason why Deen should be left out. She decided to bring him out of his scale that morning.

fifteen bit after breakfast, Manya called out,

"Deen, can you please serve me by massaging my dorsum with oil"?

The storm teenager was caught of guard, but he agreed. He was wearing only his shorts and nothing else as he came out to the living room. His mother had removed her saree and blouse. Wearing a bra and petticoat she stood before him with two towels in hand. Manya began her piddling biz by saying that the oil would make her petticoat damp. She wrapped the shortsighted towel around her hips and removed the petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her chest. The beautiful mother saw her son staring at her thigh and bosom alternatively. The towel came to about thigh distance, exposing her golden, well toned second joint. Her mammilla were clearly outlined through the thin cotton plant towel across her knocker. She presented an air of extreme point physical informality. The horny mother noted that the burden was not lost on her son. His Thomas Young rooster tented his boxershorts already.

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

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

Deen rubbed his palms together and ran them along his mother's calf and metrical unit first. They felt trade good and well toned. The condition of his mother's calves was keen and they looked sublimely elegant. They felt refined too to the worshipful men of her son. Deen's hands went past her human knee to reach her magnificent, heavy thigh. He paused for a moment here to pour some more oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out mother. The horny woman opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her thighs. Deen kneaded the flesh of her thighs, allowing the oil to pass around and get absorbed. They felt electric and charged. His female parent's thighs felt like pillars of chassis carved out of banana tree tree trunk. The flesh quivered and carried immense affectionateness that got hotter with each chance event of his. The hem of the towel was quite heights on Manya's thigh, about three inches from her nude pussycat. Deen couldn't see her slit lips but his fingers crossed the hem of the towel many times during his vigorous massaging of those aphrodisiac thigh. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual foreplay. She had to lead attention not to express it, but her torso betrayed her. Every time her son's fingers brushed deeper into her inner thighs, her thighs quivered in response. She kept her eyes closed but her rim trembled enough to tell the tale to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no choice but to massage her. He continued his teasing touch, using both fingers and palm to lot some unassailable groping feeling on her inner regions. He was getting perilously close to her pussy. His dick was hard at the very beginning and now it was threatening to burst out of his short circuit. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother's belly.

The sexy female parent gasped as her son's hands oiled her belly and waist. She felt them drift all over her creamy figure and sighed when she felt him pour a few bead of oil into her abstruse belly button and use his fingerbreadth to diddle it. Deen heard his mother's moans and sigh all through this erotic massage. He was finding it as uncontrollable as her. He lingered lovingly around her grim venter and could see as he stroked her form why Binu was obsessed with his mother's belly. Indeed it was a mature treasure. And it carried a flow that sent its billing rightfield through his palm and spine. Both mother and son knew they couldn't take this erotic session for too long.

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

Deen took one look at his mother. Her stallion back was exposed right up to her butt crack. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hand to massage, he was trusted he would be forced to touch her pussy. He could see the incline of her fully chest as they pressed against the floor. Her hands were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the area and softness. His mother had a very luscious body. He felt he was golden to be able to service her in this personal manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His bridge player also constantly touched the slope of her bosom whenever he tried to massage her incline. He lovingly reached into her axilla and stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny female parent. There was pure knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The sexual tension was palpable.

Deen ran his hands on the back of her second joint and in the process got to coerce and work them thoroughly. His sexy mother, from the back was as good as nude statue, except for the thin towel covering her ass. And the cheeks of her full ass were all it covered. The rest of her creamy organic structure was all his for squeezing. At one stage Deen had to sit at the base of her asscheeks in order to be able to rub down her back properly. When he did so, his dick came into manoeuver tangency with the absolute base of her ass, not even an column 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 lower ass bringing his cock into periodic physical contact with her pussy entryway. It was a searingly arousing physical contact both for Deen and his horny female parent. Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed not to show it because her fount was down on the floor. Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks wiggle and realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced the pressure of his massaging which in turn reduced the pressure of his dick on her outer pussy. Manya was mad with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing shorts his tool would have been inside her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the gist on her young son. She didn't attention if he fucked her. She realized that he was normal after all and that pleased her.

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

Manya got up slowly with a commingle signified of letdown and relief on her features. She was felicitous that her son was a formula kid. Her consistence was distressed that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her mind accepted that non result with a motherly happiness. All in all she was neutral to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her chest. Manya didn't chafe to adjust it. Suddenly from the corner of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his bedroom window. She could see him spellbind to the spot, his middle on her. With a start she understood the situation. Her senior son loved to watch out her. He was Sir Thomas More of a Peeping Tom. She let the towel remain down and kept her breast exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate, fleshly tilt of her pelvic arch. The towel was almost falling off her full pelvic girdle by the sentence she reached her sleeping room door. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving Deen an unhindered aspect of her full breasts. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their base and side of meat. They jiggled sexily at her sudden turn, making Deen's eyes pop out. He had seen his mother's breast in all kinds of hands and in different stages of mauling. But now, her single display was especial and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to decrease off her hips. It was well below her shrub and it required a elementary jerk for it to fall down off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to fall off her alcoholic hips exposing herself in all her halo to her son. Her rich fertile bush, her fleshy thigh, her glorious creamy midriff, her well endowed fizzle, her erect nipples and her horny face were all out in presentation for the exclusive eye of her have intercourse son. It was an awesome outpouring of luxuria that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the same time. She felt a recondite release within herself that told her that her titillating journeying was now comprehensive. Well, almost, thought the sex crazed married woman to her. Manya allowed Deen to banquet on her voluptuous body for one full phase of the moon hour before walking nude painting into her bedroom and bath. Deen saw her nude, full asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

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

"Could it be,"he wondered with a jar."Could it be that she knew I was peeping. Did she let out herself to me deliberately realizing that I was peeping ?"The mind made him go decrepit in his knees. He sat down on his bed, holding his capitulum. His dick was about to indicate a burst. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just that. His juicy, horny Mom was doing the same with her swollen slit, in the privacy of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back against the rampart, and two fingers deep in her drenched in twat. She was breathing heavily. Her sexual climax was long and spastic, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fires within her which were unwarranted, different and more potent than ever before. The flood of succus in her pubic region had an unmanageable rush about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she reached up and turned on the rain shower. The steady downpour hit her with a stroking force on her tit, coxa, bush and thighs. For a full ten minute the horny mother let her body take in the cool shower before getting down to the serious stage business of cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curve, she shivered in the memory of her son Deen's bridge player on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and thigh. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the air pressure of his young peter on them through the thin towel.

It took the beautiful woman another half hour to wash herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bath and into the bedroom, wiping herself in the operation. The bedroom doorway was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it remain that way, knowing that Deen would not barge in without promulgation. Her consistence had never felt more cared for and attended. With two sons showering their attention on it, it glowed, making her feel happier than ever before. It also made the sonsie female parent hornier than ever before.

Manya's lumbus were now in a perpetual discharge modality. The succus always oozed now. Only their vigor was decided by the berth. With sex fully in her judgement, she decided to lie down for a while and cool off. Naked, she slid her juicy body under the top and tried to catch some Z's. Her mitt automatically rested on her pussy hill, the fingerbreadth stroking the back talk lightly.

In the other room, Deen ranted about as he neared his third ejaculation. His intact bed sheet was smeared with cum. In the course of three jolt offs, he had visualized his mother's horny body in all possible post of ravishment, use and revilement. She had screamed and cried in his imagery as cock after prick ploughed into her prehensile kitty and hand after helping hand mauled her well stacked organic structure. His final epitome of his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched woman, sprawled naked on the story, her cheek coated with sperm cell and her sexy dead body heaving about wantonly in the final stages of orgasm. Even after ejaculation he could still feel the remnants of the contact of Manya's fleshy, heated organic structure in his palms.

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

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

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

Binu walked into the chamber calling out for his Mom. He paused for a while at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the deal of his one-half at peace Mom. The bed mainsheet had slipped partly down at her thorax, revealing one juicy bosom fully. The former one was also exposed fully except for her mammilla. He could seduce out that his female parent had one hired man around her humbled venter. Her pectus rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully bare ”, thought the young son.

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

"Mom,"he whispered, moving his osculate down to her close up eyes.

Manya stirred at the easygoing impingement. But her eyes were still closed. Binu gazed at her cover girl face, proud of her beauty. Instinctively he kissed his mother again on her oculus and trailed his mouth down to her impudence."Mom,"he said again in the softest of whispering. Manya opened her centre slowly and saw Binu's eager typeface about to osculate her nerve."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him buss her. Her hand which was around her pussy began its own dumb bm in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the nerve and very slowly moved his lips down to her lips for their accustomed peck. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to meet her son's lips. Binu accepted her offering eagerly. Mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her lingua into Binu's sassing in a tentative exploration. It was the for the first time time that they had an exploratory candy kiss. Binu felt his eubstance turn hot and Manya could experience him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose high to complete the kiss in puff. In the process, the bed sheet slipped right off her chest, baring both her big bosom to her son. Binu's eye popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right breast. He had established his right to suck and fondle her breasts when exposed and he utilized this chance. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her redress knocker. Manya kept kissing him while getting her titty squeezed, her hand delving into her damp pussycat under the cover version. Even as her rousing rose, she couldn't help marveling at the ease and skill with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the same prison term. He seemed an excellent kisser. The twin pressure were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist, began to advance in heat. She realized the indigence to regain some motherly saneness. She removed her wet lips from her son's mouth and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's eyes, continuing his knocker caress for another ten seconds.

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

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

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

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

Taking one last flavour at his Mom's nude variety, Binu was convinced that his mother was indeed naked under the bed sheet of paper. He left the room, allowing Manya to dress up.

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

Manya made some initial small talk with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly XVIII days old. He was a slim lad with keen oculus and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every time her boob heaved during the talk. She also noticed that the lad's eyes remained fixed on her huge, exposed middle when he was not staring at her melon. Abdul then took measuring for her blouse. His son noted down while the forefather called out. The watching Deen saw his mother invoke both her mitt for Abdul to measure out her bureau. His hawkshaw shot to aid yet again as the tape encircled her full breasts and jerked hard whenever Abdul's brass knucks pressed into Manya's cup. He also saw Abdul's script graze his female parent's erect nipples on two occasions.

Manya on her part allowed the job to go on. The taping graced her armpits, back, coat of arms, shoulders and neck. When it came to the neck, she indicated to Abdul to lower the cervix by a few inches. Abdul brought the tape with his thumb well past the mid point of his beautiful customer's ripe cleavage and held it for a present moment. Manya nodded with a spark in her optic and Abdul read out the measurement for his stun son to jot down.

The old tailor then gave the taping to his alternate 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 sexy waist, the lad encircled the lush ass of the housewife with the tape and called out the size of it. Deen found the kid's reading out his Mom's ass sizing a very provoke and wild act. He kept clutching his aching prick and peeped on as the boy circled the tape around his Mom's red-hot waistline 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 emplacement ”.

The horny wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her fleshy small abdomen for a few seconds as he read out her terminal measurement. She gasped and that made the tike bet up into her nerve, past her full cleavage, his face inches away from her abdominal cavity. Manya forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden quiver which went up her eubstance betrayed her foreplay. The founding father and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's trunk as her watching, ruttish son jerked off for the quartern meter since the morning.

It was while they were leaving and Manya was closing the room access that Deen saw and heard Binu limit into the hold up area. Binu had missed the fit where Manya was measured up at leisure and that was why he showed a bit of surprise at the rose-cheeked 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 lead her by her discover waistline to the dining table. Deen kept observing the casual manner in which his younger pal kept caressing Manya's waist all the way to the table.

The three of them finished a goodness meal. While Binu was eager to run out for his cricket his comrade and mother were horny and restless. Manya was ruttish because of the vast arousal caused by Deen's massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her consistency. She now felt great in the company of her boy, airless and more secure than ever before. She was also surefooted that every act of theirs was out of pure love. Even the lecherousness was love driven. Being a love life starved woman with a sex starved body, this attention from her son made her gladiola. It also made her extremely randy. All the kissing and pawing by Binu stirred up her juices and left her craving for the 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 figure the itchy pussy nestled between those glorious thighs. He noticed light-colored drop of sudor in her segmentation which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eyes showed a distracted look. Deen realized a stage had come where he communicated with her somatic needs very directly. He could sense when she needed a fucking just as surely as he could sense when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a good fucking.

Both mother and son were lucky. The answer to their tone came in the form of a yell from Prem. He called to find out whether they would be keen on a family garment sales event in townsfolk. Binu had to go for his cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen tell Prem that he would be going over to a ally's place to hand over some borrowed college assignments. He asked Prem to come over and take his mother to the sales agreement, promising to join them within an hour. She smiled to herself at the thinking of being solo with Prem for at least an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the house with his brother. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's sake. It made him happy. The ordained metre was six in the evening and he had an hour and a half to authorise. The pal left in different directions.

Deen headed towards the market place and went straight to his favorite bookseller's shop. It was his deary hunting seat for his sleaze collection. literature, pictures, and cassettes - the stead had it all and the owner was a well-disposed, portly midriff aged man. Deen walked into the shop which was full moon of stand of books and powder magazine. The cassettes were all lined up against the bulwark. But Deen began looking into the record racks. There were four of them and a enactment separated each one from the other. A mortal on this side of the wheel could not see the one on the former side of meat. While Deen started looking into the incest accumulation, he suddenly heard a soft discussion from the other position and stiffened when he heard the public figure ‘ Manya ’. He strained his ears to catch the representative and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a quickening pulse, Deen heard on.

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

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

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

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

"You did that ?"enquired Salman.

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

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

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

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

"Oh, she'll subscribe us both light. You first thrust into her sassing while I lick her into readiness. Then we switch."

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

"goodness theme, but I suspect the dog may not halt with simply licking her,"replied Sam.

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

"Yes it will…,"replied Sam."Any dog will love her fragrance. And Manya will take it. I know for certainly she'll roll in the hay it too. She's crazy for turncock in any form ”.

"nooky, god dam slut ”, hissed Salman."This talking is making me horny Sam."

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

"abdomen ! My goodness. I can't take this anymore. I need to either screw or dork off. Let's get the hell on earth out of here ”.

The stunned Deen heard his two acquaintance rush out of the computer memory. Their public lecture and the revelations about his Mom's doggy dangerous undertaking shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme horniness and utter putrefaction injected a impertinent undulation of voyeuristic charge in him. Their talk of performing a trine with his mother with the possibility of the dog connection in took his visual sensation to the highest conceivable point. In a way he knew such a thing had to be around the nook. 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 go to take her for a morning walk tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would make its forward motion,"he thought to himself. His mind went back to his horny mother and he wondered what was happening in the house.

What was happening in the household was totally in tune with Deen's expectations. The moment the horny Manya opened the door to let Prem in ; the nestling immediately understood her Department of State. There was no Word exchanged for the next fifteen instant. They rushed into the nearest room which was Deen's bedroom and the two hot bodies entwined and mated with carnal hunger and energy. Manya moaned without a time out as the fry's work force mauled her pelvic girdle, boob, stomach and thigh with a persistence that raised her heated consistence to stunning levels of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each other like stark body Ilex paraguariensis. Manya lifted her long stage and wrapped them around Prem's hips as he pumped hotly in and out of her stewing, extracurricular pussy. Each time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiate but her intimate desire was on a rising curve ball. The beautiful female parent was turning into demons that could die for cock. Prem rammed his tool into her greedy twat and Manya's clasping cunt brawn propelled him into initiating incisive violent thrusts which made the buxom housewife's body handclasp. Her breasts shook like two beautiful ripe mango tree on a offset. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking joy. His peter made squishy sounds as it pumped the Inferno out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping twat. The cumulate horniness of the sex starved wife found violent locution as her hips rose in speech rhythm to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his back and urged him,"Fuck me Prem. Fuck me hard and bass. Aaaaaaaahh…."her voice trailed as Prem proceeded to give her pussycat an absolute fucking. Manya gasped with each secure stroke and moaned with each wide-cut liquidity crisis of her tits. Her consistency had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her new buff sweated profusely and the sweat flew from Prem's pilus to spray her face. Manya's facial expression assumed writhed expression of surcharged lust. She was being balled by her favorite buff and she gave herself in completely to his strong hands and substantial tool. Her insides were being ravaged with savage consistency. The walls of her slit were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into pulp by Prem's shank like driving force. She was gradually reaching yet another mind blowing cock induced orgasm. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her breasts getting crushed against his chest, while her teeth dug into his neck. Prem held his friend's horny mother by her plenteous hip as she clung to him and rammed his final driving force before spurting out hotly into her receptive cunt. Their mutual sexual climax lasted a full phase of the moon two proceedings. Manya's fertile slit was flooded with unnumbered spurt of her Cy Young lover's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to give up him. His pecker turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like love tunnel.

Manya loved the look and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her head and kissed him on the lip, long and deep. She used her integral mouth on his and the mildly pant Prem, feasted on the beautiful female parent's mouth. Their lip and spit remained locked for a wax five arcminute, during which time they slurped and slurped on each former's juices. Occasional gasp and murmurs escaped the mouth of the lusty woman of the house as she succeeded in keeping her Edward Young lover's dick firmly lodged in her saucily fucked pussy. Taking her sassing slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's oculus. Prem, on his part, looked deeply into Manya's eyes. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness on her fount had vanished and was replaced by a lovely glow in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her eyes. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that position for another five minutes. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual tear was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his sleeping room window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a violent, jerk, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his mother and sound friend remained intertwine. His mother's thighs were spread and still wrapped around Prem's pelvis. Their abdomens were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty tits. Manya's foot pressed into Prem's naked fanny. Their faces were a short apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful face around her nerve, ear and nose, 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 crush her full breasts. 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 mentation suddenly turned towards the one aspect that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she'd ask Prem.

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

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

The act made Manya's body ado warmly. His dick was still buried in her soaked snatch, at about three quarters of its entire length. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her married man's reed organ. Readjusting her hips to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a small apprehensive about Deen."She of course did not know that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with enraptured aid now that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his capitulum and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best friend while having his stopcock still buried in her pussy.

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

"I mean, is he fully delicately Prem"?

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I should get known your ability, I'm sorry. Mother's eye misses nil,"smiled Prem, slipping his right hand down to press 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 physical, like a boy with growing hormone. Deen is loving and caring, like you are, but he's not passionate in that raw, strong-arm sense, like you are ”, she murmured, running her fingers all over Prem's hair.

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

"Please stop that for a moment Prem, I'm quite serious about Deen ”, urged the horny homemaker, her voice trying to stifle the gasp that escaped when Prem bit her nipple.

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

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

"Energy he masturbate like all healthy male child and discuss girls,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes."You are his best friend, severalise me ”.

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

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

Prem kissed her brow and cupped her font in his hired hand saying,"No guy would need to look at or discuss miss when you are in the sign of the zodiac, aunty Manya ”.

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

"I'm serious aunt Manya. When he can ogle this gorgeous physical structure whole day, why would he require another lady friend ? Besides, which girl has your ripe, wholesome eubstance ?"

Manya felt a stirring between her wet second joint at this statement. The fountain in her loins was being triggered.

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

"Oh come on Aunt Manya, if I was in his topographic point, even I wouldn't look at another female child. I would never have been able to get enough of you ”, said Prem, watching Manya blush again.

"Really,"teased Manya."And pray what you would have done my dear. Jerked off peeping on me in the bath ?"

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

His Word sent a wave of boot into the housewife's body. She felt her pussy bulwark try to brooch at his semifinal erect tool wedged inside her. She felt wild.

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

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

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

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

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

"What is it that you find aphrodisiacal about your mother my dear Deen ”, asked Manya in a foresightful, sexy drawl. She could palpate Prem's putz solidifying in her pussy.

Outside the windowpane, Deen felt like his nut were going to explode. This had crossed his untamed imagination. It was the fantastic convergence of the mutual horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving formula to it in the starkest, most erotic personal manner possible. She was fucking his near friend as a alternate. His mother was crossing the last frontier towards incest. But the greatest affair about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the voyeur loved it all the more than. More than fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his mother talk about fucking him. It was wilder than the existent thing, at least for him. Rubbing his bursting dick, he listened on as he heard Prem reply in his voice.

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

"Only"?

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

Manya could now feel Prem's cock prodding at the walls of her cunt in miniskirt drive. Her cunt oozed juices and they streamed right out onto her privileged thighs. This was the wildest magical spell of lubrication in her sex sprightliness. She felt her pass plough large and her eyes 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 fount in Prem.

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

"testament you fuck me next clip you massage me ”, she sobbed. Deen's psyche spun as he heard her. Prem was surprised too at the discovery, but his prick talked him out of any thinking.

"Yes Mom,"he went on, trying harder now to mimic Deen's voice. He began a obtuse motion thrusting into his secure supporter'female parent, making sure that the tip of his dick caressed her pinko pussycat paries teasingly.

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

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

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

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

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the cock hungry mother, delirious with lust. Her kitty-cat, thighs and hips responded with waken incestuous zip. She heaved her rose hip upwards to met every pistoning thrusting of the young stud. She opened and closed the clasp of her overweight thigh against his hips in a wanton display of extreme point arousal.

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

Deen's head was reeling and his substance was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to protrude with. He saw an indocile man, dark and powerful, manhandle his beautiful mother, pump into her pussy roughly, mash her fleshy body all over and finally spew his hot cum inscrutable inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't mind going through it with her son in the house made his heart beat faster with the actualization that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. Worse still, she simply loved getting fucked like a beef. While on all Little Joe, with the grocer's hard dick pistoning in and out of her steamy twat, she hardly looked the loving Mom who cared for him and his little crony. Nor did she look like the occult tease that coaxed and cajoled his shaft into ultra hard erections with her revealing style of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every inch a horny adulteress who craved loud and two-timing sex and loved only those matter that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his shock turned to awe, his contempt turned to realise and his jealousy turned to lust. His young brain related her conduct to the inability and foul behavior of his rummy Padre, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and luscious smasher like his Mom in his living. The ken of her shameless disco biscuit while getting fucked royally by a stranger only served to lay down him make the full potential of his beautiful female parent's sex and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His heart reached out compassionately towards his mother with a gentle corner. So did his putz - with a knockout on.

Suddenly in one swift motility, he clutched his burgeoning pecker and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in to a lesser extent than twenty dollar bill strokes - so powerful was his rush of passion for his sexy Mom. Even after ejaculation his dick merely registered a interruption but not a droop. He quickly resumed his cock pumping and this fourth dimension the figure of speech of the grocer balling his cock hungry mother were Sir Thomas More vivid and telling. With equal intensity level he spewed his sperm cell all around him in the bathroom, gasping at the monumental rousing that had beset him. As he relaxed he realized that he related to his beautiful mother more than ever before. He desired to see her happy. He loved to see her glowing and satisfied. He loved to see her getting fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the living room. He was in fourth dimension to see his well fucked Mom trudge slowly into the bedroom with just her flimsy blouse on, holding her sheer saree in one hand. Her asscheeks shook and swayed as she walked, making his mouth water."Now those full face could do with some approximate handling ”, he empathized. He also wondered how his Mom would take to a strait spanking by his Dad in cause he found out that his beautiful, worthy wife was indeed a sex crazed vixen.

Deen moved slowly out of the lavatory and headed for his mother's bedroom. He stopped at the door and soundlessly peeped into the elbow room. Manya had merely spread the transparent spicy saree all over her wide-cut body and was lying on her spinal column. Her hand rested just below her abdomen and was occasionally caressing her twat. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring speech sound. Her mammilla poked right out of her still sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the morning'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 well-heeled lay, and her action proved it. She thanked her stars that her son Deen was out of visual sense."Deen ”, she said loudly.

"Oh yes ”, he must cause finished his bath, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her saree around her well ravished form for about the quarter time of the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiety and waited until she had almost finished wearing her saree and just when she was tying the knot in strawman of her shapely midriff, six column inch below her tantalizing omphalos, he walked into the room, calling out her name. Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued wearing her sari and completed tucking in the gnarl and adjusted the front of her sari. The top of her saree was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy articulatio humeri. Her mamilla still peeked through the transparent blouse and saree, but that didn't matter. Her present exposure was component of bit as far as her son was concerned and she was quite sure as shooting that it didn't fuss Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush consistency with a new sense of appraisal. He now saw her as a fleshy target too, that at meter could take off into uncontrollable and wildly aroused behavior. His eyes never left her generous hips. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's eyes and saw some ease and contentment. Strangely that looks in her eyes turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing feel a remarkably arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's face. It was the face of a freshly fucked cleaning woman. A freshly fucked mother of two young and randy sons.

Manya had no fourth dimension to wash herself and while sitting across the table with Deen, she wondered how her Pres Young son would respond if he knew that only sometime ago, his mother was getting mercilessly balled by a stranger. But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie military posture, like a true bitch. Both Mom and son had sex on their minds when the doorbell rang. It was Binu, her new son. Manya rose to open the room access and once again Deen got the prize horizon of her ass, rolling along with his mother's step, with each cheek rubbing sexily against the other, with the whole movement clearly discernible through the semi transparent sari. Binu gave his freshly fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the threshold. He smothered her still sweaty body with his arms and reached out to get his customary tactile property of her juicy umbilicus. He was a bit surprised at its dampness. Even her facial expression smelt unlike when he kissed her impertinence. The olfactory property was not just different. It was more charge up. And his pecker endorsed his thoughts by pressing operose into his gorgeous Mom's cushy and wide belly. That made Manya tighten up a bit but then she had seen his erection before and allowed it as part 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 food right away and gulped it down in less than five minutes. All three rose after lunch to retire for a illuminate afternoon nap. Deen slept in his room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's swaying ass into her room and onto her bed. This was quite normal for the two. She settled her scantily clad ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her saree fell off her berm but Manya didn't trouble to conform it since she was going to lie down. Her nipples came into clear view of Binu's eyes and even this was an mundane affair. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may receive had something to do with her consistency scent he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a unknown electricity flow rate between them. He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, wide belly and stroked the flesh lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her lush ass was pressed hard against his genitals. He was wearing just his shorts without any underclothes and this was nothing new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his founding father was away and right through the nighttime, he would squeeze her all over, especially her hips, asscheeks and belly. His favorite smudge however, was her thick belly button. Manya allowed him to play around, with the confidence that it was simply a childlike fascination which he would soon have the best. Play around he did, but quite energetically. He would plant life a serial of wet kiss all around her belly, concentrating on the area around her navel. He would nibble, lap and vaunt into that juicy navel, showering all his affection into its enticing depth. He did that all the sentence, at least twice a day and more if the site permitted. He would continue his amorous act until he heard his Mom's long and energize moan. She would not stir him off but it was a bespeak to him that her soundbox couldn't take it any more.

As a cleaning woman starved of petting, Manya actually enjoyed all this strong-arm exhibit of harmless affection from her younger son. There were a few juncture when she was not sure about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly congratulate her ass, especially when she was dressed in a saree without a petticoat. He would swat and knead it quite freely and even draw her squeal with his surprise advances on her lush posterior. Gradually she grew to like it, even count forward to these gropes and feel. They added to her gumption of being wanted and enhanced her sex appeal stage. At meter she suspected him of having definite sexual partial tone in his actions. Those were the mo when he would run his fingers up and down her asscrack, have her a big hug from can and a retentive kiss on her lower cheek, dangerously close to her full back talk. She would feel an instant moistening in her loins but recover quickly enough to displace it off as puerile behavior.

She did at times hope that Binu would not be so brazen and strong-arm with her. After all he was just twelve years old. And he did not give care that his activity were being observed rather curiously by his elder comrade Deen. That good afternoon, Deen realized that his voluptuous female parent had gone to rest without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex sessions with the grocer. Her body must be certainly reeking of the combined torso fluids of the dark grocer and his mediocre mother. He also realized with a pounding centre that her unwashed pussy must be still nestling a good amount of his copious dismission. He marveled at her behaviour and attitude and was wondering how lucky Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right wing after her torrid session. Little did he lie with that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to make merry 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 schoolfellow and he looked into his Mom's sleeping accommodation to inform her. This fourth dimension he stood still in amazement. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her coxa with his decent leg thrown across them. Her saree rode right above her thigh, displaying their ample well curved figure and the garment stopped just a couple of inch below her snatch lip. He couldn't see the lips but Binu's sleeping form fully embraced his mother, with his dick thrusting through his shorts just at the top of her ample, exposed thighs. Manya's belly and navel point were fully desolate and candid. The saree around her waistline had dipped to extra low levels in the course of instruction of her sopor. There was just a 4 in cover of sheer garment above her pussy. Every other inch of her delectably fleshy midriff lay undefended like a fountainhead laid out feast. Binu's head was buried in her broad embrace, his nuzzle digging right into her creamy cleavage. Both were asleep and the affectation, supposedly a mother son sleeping posture, looked anything but non intimate. Incredibly it was absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu's insistent kissing and navel necking, Manya was never subjected to any sexual intrusion. At to the lowest degree not from Binu. But looking at them lying in closing curtain jointure, Deen felt that companion tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their apparent peace and calm. His horny Mom, after her ardent fuck had shifted power train and was lying semi nude in her 12 class old son's sleepy embrace with his head nuzzling her melon like breasts, his dick pressed against her crotch and with his legs drawing her wax hips into himself in a possessive hold. The quite a little was beautiful, strangely erotic and rundle of the absolutely physical channels of communication which both female parent and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to disturb their bliss, he left the room and house and walked across to his classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a free weight on her dipsomaniac organic structure. She looked down to see her picayune son Binu's oral sex cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She ruffled his haircloth and looked further below to see his tight leg embrace around her good rosehip. She still felt horny after the grocer instalment and now, looking at the possessive clutch of her younger son on her almost nude person trunk, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn't display 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 custody encircled her lower abdominal cavity, just a few inch above her crotch hair. She looked down to notice that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her bush with her entire dead body above and below fully exposed. A thrill shot through her lusty body as the naughty, exhibitionistic position of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's drowsy handgrip, she moved out of the bed into the lavatory. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of release all over her body. She reached out for the hand shower to wash her insides after peeing, but suddenly for some grounds, she placed the hired hand shower back and allowed herself to stay unwashed, still unwilling to disentangle herself from the remnant of her judgment blowing two fuck instalment late that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to impose his friend Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to make for his casual evening cricket. She hoped Deen would produce an interest in athletic competition like Prem and build his physique too. Manya wished her son were also lithe, substantial and well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making coffee the horny housewife smacked her lips and looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and her hair quite disheveled. The sari kept slipping right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a underskirt. Around her ass, the saree developed crease, giving those cheeks a well fondled knocked out appearance. Manya's ass globes twitched at the much thought. The grocer's caressing had been carnal and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but insistent squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting nil in return, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's female Quaker openly admired her ass and even made their jealousy obvious. They said it was extra good, jiggly and could labour a nonesuch to intimate lyssa with their gamy ascension leaping. She tended to harmonize with them. Her nates did flare out disproportionately from her rather sizable hips and what made the ass more prominent was her retentive and flawless waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unequaled natural endowment. Her waist and ass fed off each former's halo. Manya felt rather proud of her rear plus but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the onlooker's eye through her belly and hips. And she did that with a vengeance. She was a fine spell of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Midway through her coffee bean making she heard the bell ring again. Feeling no apparent threat to her under dressed appearance since hubby was due only after half past six, she shifted her voluptuous body across to answer the door, with her exit hand again fingering her pussy mound up to the utmost second. On opening the threshold she saw her cousin Dan's huge form with the self-important typeface. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one sentence supposed to marry Dan but considered him too crude and arrogant. The arrogance came from his wealth but he did not acquire year along with his wealth. Now yr later, with her new found fascination for crudity, the like Dan began to look quite appealing and suitable. Dan's optic swept over her sexily attired course and rested right between her thighs. His eyes practically bore into that fleshy junction, lapping up the exotic sight of her blue bush and the arousing ‘ V'which formed itself whenever Manya kept them together. He simply lusted after his cousin Manya and made no secret of his craving. overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his rise and began to render in - discretely to begin with.

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

The moment the door clicked shut, Manya felt a inviolable pair of helping hand dragging her backwards in a one-half mauling and half grabbing handgrip. It was a familiar spirit grip and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six month gap, his pent up lust for his sexy cousin outburst out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her hips. It lay in a heap on the floor and Dan stared at the ripe and aphrodisiac body of his lovely cousin-german. Her massive bum, her generous pelvic arch and the overall flesh fiesta which seemed to be aching for his heated touch proved too much for him and he simply hurried her into the bedchamber and made her lie on her back, rightfulness on her married bed. Manya's thighs spread in automatic response and she reached out to remove Dan's trousers. They were down in a jiffy and Dan wasted no time in placing his fixed 8 in pecker at the entrance of his cousin's hot pussy. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delightful introduction. The knife thrust began in a steadfast impulse, with their missionary style copulation enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lust aroused, beautiful face. He simply adored his sexy cousin and hated it when she married her wimp of a married man. That weak, pot bellied rummy was a gross mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The view made his already blood engorged dick throb in boost arousal and he thrust deeper into her ever willing snatch, reaching profoundness that were not reached in a long, long clock time. There was no talk between the two. Their bodies met and their optic also met in the form of this searing union. Her face shifted to different levels of luxuria in tune with his steadily pistoning cock, while his case got barbarian and wilder, as if a caged Panthera tigris had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated torso to mellow stages of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding shaft rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet pussy in lengthy spurts of manly come. Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in hysteria during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an volatile sexual climax with the three-fold triggers ignited. Gasping and feeling her puss spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her bitch still exerted retire pressure level on his slowly deflating gumshoe until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving long and abstruse kisses all over her exertion covered face. Manya suddenly felt a frisson as his hands came off her chest, releasing his vice like grip on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they always acted on starting time sight whenever he came home. No actor's line were spoken. It was simple, homely pumping and parole would abide by later. And cagey 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 fuss of the initiatory fucking with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously wicked delight all over her body. It was the third time she got make love 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 calmness and somewhat face. Not bothering to put on her saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to form some more than chocolate for them. As she waited for the coffee to warm up, her hired man again drifted towards her just fucked pussy. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the juice admixture in her puss to spread all over her gentle fingers. She loved the spirit of her snatch when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the simply clock time she tried to make Desh eat her pussy by spreading honey all over her under region and dragging his head into her genitals. Quite to her surprise and alarm system, 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 chocolate into two cups, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude. She gave him a mischievous grin when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's eyes once again focalize heterosexual person on her bodacious backside and this time sealed heart overcame him as he reached down to softly work and cup it.

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

He kneaded her magnificent, fleshy arse for nearly a instant, kissing her earlobes while doing so. Manya loved being held from can. Her hale eubstance responded to rear caresses and rear opening move almost naturally. Maybe that was one ground why she found it difficult to ward off Binu's continuous ravishment on her ass. That was one geographical zone she had no dominance over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's hammer slowly press against her naked asscheeks. A throbbing began all over her body, which gained in intensity when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen mesa. His now erect tool was probing her wide-cut and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a lapin would look for its hole. Manya was wet in no clock time again. It was her snatch drip that drew his gruelling again cock towards it like a flesh attraction. Suddenly cock met bitch and the humping began. Dan's hands now fully cupped a set Manya's titty while his steely hawkshaw carried off from where it left her steamy twat a footling while ago. His organ stroked mysterious and deeper into the horny female parent's twat, making her capitulum spring off the mesa with each stroke. The penetration was much mystifying due to the bent attitude and the knife thrust were longer due to the first surge of lust having already been extinguished during their first fuck. It was a long, slower and more delicious mating, but absolutely forcible in nature. It was the sexual union of two organic structure that were impost designed for fucking each other. His six pes all-encompassing inning mounting her five foot seven inch of adulterous hot stuff. The adultery added to the oestrus of their passion and the heat of their coitus made the kitchen tabular array shake vigorously. Sounds of their loud nookie mingled with the sounds of Grant Wood trembling.

It was initially the sound of wood that made Deen dispose the main door and paseo around the house to the kitchen to see if there was any trouble. As he approached, he could also get wind the loud grunts of a man and the continuous moan of a fair sex. He could recognize the groan of his horny mom but was concerned about the male grunt. It was certainly not his father's and that too at this meter of the day. If his sire fucked his mom during late afternoons even once a calendar month, then she would not suffer to depend at choice cock in spirit, he reasoned. Having eliminated that option, he peered through the kitchen window and was greeted by the most arousing sight of his life.

His butt naked female parent was bent over the kitchen tabular array with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick cock in and out of her sloppy cunt like a machine. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every intemperate stroke Dan gave into her lewdly confront twat. Bent like a bitch, she was taking it from behind and screaming her lustful approval every clock time a thrust found its aim. The sound were spongy with intermittent smack reverberating through the kitchen each time Dan's balls slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood transfixed again with his manus taking its inevitable route to his shaft bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing member. With every stroke of Dan into Manya's wetly receptive slit, her son stroked his dick, matching Dan CVA for diagonal. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his mother's lust. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's glazed facial expression, marveling at the intimate energy it carried.

"roll in the hay her well, Uncle Dan ”, he muttered to himself as he pumped away at his pecker vigorously."spring her a strait fucking ”, he kept muttering throughout his lusty frig.

Dan and Deen came together, the one-time into the wanton pussy of Deen's mother and the latter into thin air, with just one drop cloth getting splattered on the kitchen windowpane dot. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit sight he had been see to, trying to soak up the day's events. Two different guy rope had fucked his beautiful, sexy mother and both times she took it like a kick, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to pass the adulterous duo five min before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A 1 day, Deen had witnessed the consummate degeneracy of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's event, the more obsessed he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristic way. The blood surged in his shaft at the thought of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The sight of her pink, throbbing pussy getting a pounding in the most degrading postures filled his nous with the perfect emotions of empathy for a housewife in motivation. He began to bear on to her more and more and even thought that he may like to facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her knowledge so that he could observe and wassail in the absolutely awe-inspiring fashion in which she received hard cock.

With these thoughts floating in his mind, he rang the doorbell. Manya opened the door herself and gave him a remarkably fresh smile. His eyes took in her lusty form which looked even more voluptuous than ever before. Her face was undimmed than when he left her and her paseo was a lot slothful and provocative. Her dumb steps imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to her panoptic and heavy articulatio coxae, which were rather inadequately covered again by the same sheer blue saree, which had the privilege of hugging her full, well fucked soundbox through different stages of her illicitly supernumerary sexual day today. He could hold bid a million dollars to possess that sari after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the aroma of that aphrodisiac saree for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's fetish and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realize that her adultery had won her an immediate sympathizer and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued form Deen kept caressing his stopcock until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the living room lounge 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 resplendent ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few instant later and two pairs of eyes went consecutive towards her pelvic girdle. Deen saw that she had put on her white petticoat under the gloomy sari and immediately understood that it was prison term for his Dad to get. The saree however was still well below her deep navel and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally have a bath and cleanse herself of the sign of the zodiac of the day's fornication. Desh arrived in less than thirty minutes and acknowledged Dan's presence with a cursory hello. In a come near demure way, Manya served snacks and coffee for all. Only Deen could palpate her inner immorality and he loved her for feeling that way. That naughtiness was going to be the reference of his titillating living.

In less than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottle of malt whisky brought by Dan. Desh drank at double the pace of Dan and Dan made no endeavour to match the alky Desh. Instead his looks always traveled towards Manya's ass and breasts whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his way to study but stay fresh peeping into the living way where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the arcminute. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to limit his potable and Dan nodded, winking at the Saami clock time. His brother Binu also entered the house and a straightaway dinner followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not demand to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All intimate commutation were conducted with total consensus and discernment and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to sleep. Though drunk, Desh hugged his wife and asked her to come to the sleeping room, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his elbow room for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An hour later, he heard a rustle and peered from one box of his bed canvas towards where his parents catch some Z's, ensuring that he did not move. Desh was in a randy mood and he had already stripped the clothes off his aphrodisiac wife. Manya's fair and throbbing consistence glistened in the partial darkness as her boozy husband began pawing her tit roughly with both his hired hand, after positioning himself above her lying form. Manya surrendered with some degree of expectation. Deen could earn out his female parent's naked aura in the semi darkness and deep suck auditory sensation of his Dad suckling his mother's full breasts like a small fry could also be heard. Manya's moan were more out of discomfort than arousal and Deen could make that out in a moment. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw it. Desh didn't infliction to ascertain whether his son was numb and Manya of course of action was totally unconcerned either way. In less than a minute after some speed foreplay, Desh mounted his bare wife with his son peering in curiosity just a few metrical unit away from them. Deen couldn't make out the attribute of his father's dick, but he saw him try out some forceful drift which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his oversexed Mom had just begun to groan in arousal. It was all over in a min. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful married woman quivering in baffle nakedness. Manya continued to lie naked on her back, men buried recondite into her dripping snatch and she may hold thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not have got been Thomas More alive and awake to the needs of his beautiful mother. However he had to simply retain watching and stroking his gumshoe while his female parent slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her hitch on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's issue. She strode right out of the room in slow deliberate steps, stark au naturel and without a care in the world. Her broad rosehip and fleshy buttocks were silhouetted erotically in the extra dim visible radiation while her au naturel breasts shone in brilliance every metre some reflected light from the open windowpane bounced off them. She was a beauty in distress and she happened to be his own mother. The stunner was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her married man's limp putz could only manage to stoke her lust fire. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her alky, naked frame disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin-german to go far. An 60 minutes later, Manya stumbled into the bedroom and Deen watched his well fucked mom slip naked mighty under the bed sheet. What a day it had been for the horny housewife. And she slept with her hand still caressing her kitty-cat hill and remained in that naked, curling attitude until she awoke.

Manya awoke first next aurora and started it as usual with her first light flare for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the main door dressed just in the Saame grim transparent saree without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five year 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 cloth pretending to underwrite her voluptuous torso and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few moment. She gathered the Milk River and turned around to reveal the awesome aureole of her full-of-the-moon ass to the world of one total bit. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to begin coffee tree devising in all earnest, still wearing that I saree on her well ravished torso. Dan had fucked his horny cousin-german in every conceivable stance the premature night and together they came at least five time. It would have been a day of marathon fucking for any early woman, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit profound in the hip as if some nimiety lust still lingered in that well stacked consistence. She suddenly heard a easy rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's Whitney Moore Young Jr. and cheerful expression. He had a packet of milk in his hands and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorsill. Surprised that he chose the backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached out to take the package. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the Danton True Young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this fall, the macho-man tried to hold the falling ma'am and he held out both his decoration, in the process ending up with both her full, almost nude tit in his hands. Manya felt bolt of lightning of electricity shoot through her nipples as he straightened her. His hired man were still on her heaving boob and he made no elbow grease to get rid of them. Manya too did not say a word but stood still, allowing the moment to take over. There she stood, naked for all purposes, a randy woman of the house early in the morning, getting felt up by her milkman. The scantling's hands began to massage and squeeze slowly, bringing liveliness into those mounds and waves of pleasure into Manya's lust triggered body. The saree was fighting a turn a loss battle and slowly fell right off her shoulder joint, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an column inch above her bush, which was clearly visible through the treacherous blue saree. Manya stood still as the youth kept one manus in caressing motion on her provide breast while he ran the right one all over her waist, hip, and belly and poked into her navel. His strong fingerbreadth reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding his school principal in her paw and bringing it down for a hot, farseeing and tongue tying kiss. His youthful passion and the rascality of the other morning breeze on her glowing peel may deliver forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The young milkman understood the lady's United States Department of State and without any encourage wait, he placed the aroused, almost nude housewife on the doorsill of her kitchen with her head inside, leaving her fleshy, glorious and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her articulatio genus kneeling outside the door. The studhorse placed himself right behind her lush ass and gave some readying squeezes to those quivering globes o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the attitude brought about the abeyant lustfulness in her like no former posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like a bitch in high temperature and almost mewled in foreplay as his potent, untried dick began examining its entryway road into that seething cunt. A sudden thrust ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its amphetamine and vigor. Then thrust after thrust followed at lightning velocity, almost akin to a dog mating its bitch in the peak of the mating season. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her hips and his hands reached out to maul her swinging boobs with the energy of an jock. It was the variety of pinhead mauling she craved for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She was ready to give up her soul for this quality of fucking. Her forced stifling of her screams drove his passion to further superlative as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable place lent a licentious thrill to both and more than so in Manya's case. She continued to enjoy the furiously pace ramming this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his grip and her boobs felt like they would get torn apart from her juicy trunk. But deep within, her loins, slit bud and walls screamed in delight at this especial pounding in the special piazza, right on the doorstep.

Her sounds were only too companion to her son Deen. Being an early riser himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan's room for a peek. Not finding her there, he thought that she may induce decided to strike her long postponed tub. Seeing even the bathroom empty, he followed the sounds that he began to hear and take the air right into the kitchen. The animalistic screw of his beautiful mother by another unknown did not surprise him, but the doggy panache adopted yet again and the squawk like soundbox language of his wellspring stacked Mom during her licentious liaison stunned him. He gaped in amazement and rising lust from behind the refrigerator as his lovely mother gave herself to this stranger like a wanton gripe in the wee hour of the morning. The stud shot his load, Manya screamed her way to her coming and Deen muffled his own groan as he shot a immense loading of sperm onto the refrigerator slope. He saw the milkman put his prick away even as his well fucked female parent turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare trading floor outdoors, while her forefront rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorstep supported her aphrodisiac shank as she lay spread-eagled, breathing heavily from the exertion. Her font wore a smile of satisfaction and lying in hat pose, with the flimsy saree still bunched up around her coxa, she looked a truthful slut. Deen found this slut look in his mother as being aery and closer to nature and truth.

He left the kitchen in a hurriedness when he saw her attempting to get up. He rushed into the lav, knowing that he might be denying his semen filled mother a probability at the loo. He brought his cock out again and pumped its unfeelingness, recollecting the morning time's depravity. He kept jerking off, the image of his female parent's near nude person form lying on the kitchen threshold, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.

Mother Manya on the former hand rose and steadied herself by holding the door. She kept the saree bunched around her coxa with her leave alone paw holding the garment around her crotch region. She looked a ravishing tidy sum as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big frame of Dan.

"I knew you would be about early ”, whispered Dan, holding her au naturel shoulders and not even questioning her on her res publica of undress.

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

Manya simply allowed Dan to carry on leading her cashbox they reached the dining tabular array. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her full ass and laid her, back down on the tabular array. Manya let him recline her head and back while he had her thigh and legs stretched out of the board. He drew her shapely thighs around his pelvic arch and tugged her saree away, divesting himself of his trunks in the process. Manya was nude painting and outstretched now, her delicious ass resting on the edge of the dining table, with her cousin-german's pecker already testing her purulent entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the pelvic arch, and continued to remain tongueless as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his cervix. This brought their torso so close to each other that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this place ?"

"Yes dear. I have to depart by the 8 am flight of steps and you look eminently fuckable this morn. What has come over you ?"

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

In that intimate position, the two of them had a longsighted, leisurely make love, driven by some confidence that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious place. They fucked and fucked, for ten longsighted minutes with his script squeezing and un squeezing her charged up rosehip and his medallion occasionally rising to cup and knead her trembling breast. They looked expectant together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual moving ridge, beads of sweat decorating both their faces. The beast bent to kiss his beauty for one last sentence that day. The sweetheart accepted his post violation kiss with smiling amorousness. Five minutes later she detached herself from his clutches, letting her legs drop-off down but still spread them lewdly on the table. Dan bent and placed a recollective, lingering kiss, right on her pussy, making her pant and moan all over again.

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

Chapter 7

Manya's cockcrow had got off to a rousing beginning with two superlative bouts of sex. One was hard and truehearted with a young stud, while the other was a gradual, mutually seeking love devising session with her first cousin. The delicacy of the latter took her by surprisal. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zona, which was her rosehip and ass package. The integral mass of flesh was damp from exertion and semen. Her crotch and interior thighs were completely viscous and an ooze course had formed right down to her knee joint. Her snatch had been pulverized since the former forenoon by four unlike men and she was feeling full down there as if it were a depositary of sperm cell, of the dry, semi dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all kinds. The toothsome mother of two boy felt deliciously juicy all over and her body ached Thomas More out of gratifying caprice rather than any wear upon. Two explosive nooky in half an 60 minutes between after part to six and one-fourth by six in the morning was a pipe dream for any 30 six year old char, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply randy as Manya.

She heard no audible speech sound of movement in the house other than Dan in his privy and he would leave any minute now for his flight. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her slit, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after load of semen depositary. She began to like this stickiness because it made her feel very sexy and did not allow her to conduct her mind off sex. Of late she hated to believe of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must clean up for the new day. Lying defenseless on her dining mesa with a somewhat satisfied radiance all over her body, she kept smiling to herself with her hand around her twat mound, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to take in it the most. Her famed bluish saree was lying on a chair next to the table and her eyes fell on it. That brought her out of her reverie and suddenly the amount lewdness of her introduce State struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right handwriting on her pussy mound, she picked up her saree and threw as often of it around her as possible without any wear pattern, almost like she was throwing a bed tabloid around herself. But this being a lot more limpid than a bed tabloid, her full and glowing dead body still stood magnificently revealed. Her well molded and well caressed breasts jiggled with every sexy tone she took towards her bedroom. Her walk of life was sheer titillating poetry in movement and befitted the brush of a master copy artist. Her physical structure was more or less covered but the regardless way in which she draped the sari left her entire creamy back open right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitors or viewers at that fourth dimension. Two of the visitor had already fucked her half way to heaven. But she was incorrect about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth jerk off in the john and came out of the toilet and prepared to go to his elbow room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't bother to disturb his snoring father. He looked at him and felt almost lamentable for him. He felt sorry for his female parent too, but there was a conceptual transformation in his thought in each eccentric. He tiptoed out of the room rather casually but stooped dead in his tracks just one step out of the door. What he saw in the living room shocked the senses out of him. His cover girl Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman early that morning was bidding farewell to her first cousin and his uncle. It was the method of farewell that was unique for his adolescent eyes. They were both at the briny door and snuggling in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping her face fully and lavishing her impudence and eyes with long wet kiss. Manya kept purring and returning his kisses with her very own juicy 1. Hiding behind the mantle, Deen peeped at the licentious couplet with a pounding marrow. His female parent's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue sari covered her in the most ludicrous fashion, concealing her in parts and revealing her in early parts. From his slant, he could lay down out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's helping hand crept up his female parent's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a nigh romanticist way. Her cheek was still on his face in a luxurious, long tongue geographic expedition, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's gumshoe to yet another res publica of absolute hardness. Something similar must receive happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her articulatio genus, the action causing her sari to go down right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in front of Dan at their primary doorway, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan gum something as his horny mother quickly brought out his cock and gulped it with a greedy moan. For the future few arcminute Dan only kept stroking his bursting dick as he watched his mother's school principal bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's peter. Her crusade gathered speed and his stroke followed suit of clothes. Deen suddenly looked back in alarm at his sleeping father when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the adulterous sight in the living room, only to see his Mom's fountainhead going up and down at wild speed and his uncle's hands clutching her pilus and school principal in a unattackable, passionate grip. The all sight was supremely erotic right up to the moment of Dan's huge release. Deen saw the gradual deceleration of Manya's head over his uncle's shaft accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his mother's lovely black haired pass. The handgrip was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, naked cousin to her feet and looked at her face which was well covered with his cum. Her sass, backtalk, nose and cheeks were coated thickly with his semen and she looked fondly into his centre. Some spurts had also landed on her beautiful long hair above her forehead. Their mouths met again for yet another deep kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trouser and secured his belt mumbling out a in effect bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the chief doorway to impart, but after unfastening the door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin for one last passionate osculation. Deen saw Uncle Dan snog his nude statue mother at the one-half unresolved threshold. The sight made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would accede the house. The final osculation between the fully dressed man and the fully bare woman of the house lasted one replete arcminute before the almost open master door. It was broken only by the sound of a car emerging out of the neighbor's sign. Manya shut the door on her cousin hurriedly and grabbed her saree in the Same apparent movement. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing the star sign rather quiet, she sighed in relief and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the musical theme 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 second later he pretended to even out the potty and walked out of the toilet as if he had just finished.

He looked into the way and experienced yet another surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up position on the bed, covered fully by the bed canvass. The bed flat solid covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her oculus were closed and she was huddled up under the sheet very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping body as was apparent from the outline she made. Deen saw her juicy saree lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a start when he realized that his mom was naked under the covers and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained soundbox around his sleeping father and had already begun to doze. The visual sense was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful female parent's foxiness and sheer forsaking. She knew that her son would go forth from the can but didn't care. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin a delicious, wholesome blowjob early in the forenoon followed by supererogatory passionate farewell kiss in naked wantonness before a half open main room access. If it wasn't for the sound of the car, they might hold grabbed another fast screw, felt Deen. By now he had come to expect the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could have been the afterglow of two resounding fucks and an endearing cock sucking, but Manya went asleep for a full moon 60 minutes, cuddling her naked, well used consistency up to her heavy dormancy hubby. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her rose hip away from him and looking into his eyes. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she was more accustomed to his tangle and swearword. Heart leaping with a rush of joy, she leaned her head forward to kiss him on his sass. Desh wasn't much of a kisser and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The normally loath hubby allowed his wife to take over, but only for a while. For a full two minute of arc, Manya licked and sucked her hubby's lips and tongue, tracing wet line of merchandise all over his cheeks too. Desh felt a direction run through his body as he realized that his beautiful wife tasted strange and different. He felt her knocker under the plane and encountered their au naturel glory. He gave a couple of quick squeezes which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to coax an erection out of him first thing in the dayspring. He also knew that she liked to sleep naked after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their night's love making. But the moment his wife reached below to cup his balls through his Night clothes, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.

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

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

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

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

"Ohhh !"sighed Manya in some thwarting as she watched her married man make a motility into the bathroom. Her the right way position was still exposed and naked as Desh closed the room access without even a glance at the tantalizing form of his nude married woman under the covers.

Still lying idle, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her leftover hand moved slowly beneath the back to cup her mound and a boring, involuntary caress began of her cum rained pussy. She could herself feel the solid olfactory sensation of her ravished, plebeian physical structure. The olfactory sensation did not rebuff her. If anything she wanted it to lurk 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 vacation."Mom upright morning, Happy Holi ”, he wished her cheerfully.

"Good morning and happy Holi to you too dear ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her give away Department of State and still letting her conceal left hand caress her puss. The suddenness of her son's entry and his participation with the holiday diverted Manya's tending to her loving boy from her own bleakness. As he did every break of day, he bent forward to kiss his mother on the nerve and due to the holiday happiness, his candy kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking sound on her rosy cheeks. She had massaged her cousin Dan's cum into her face and with her son's full powerful osculation on them, she experienced a jolt trench inside her which brought a impudent wave of juice into her pubic region and onto her caressing fingers. Her pull up stakes deal continued to caress her wet snatch under the cover song as she returned Binu's osculate with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some champion's blank space for celebrating and won't be back until late afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, half seeking her permission. His hand sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his delectable mother's exposed body this side of the back. His boyish eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and instead of kneading his deary ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's exposed side fully and rushed out of the bedroom after another peck on her forehead. Manya was about to say yes to his half postulation when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearance. Fully embarrassed, she felt the blood course through her luscious organic structure at a suddenly enhanced tread. She didn't even realize it but her bridge player continued to caress her pussy, as it did, rightfulness through the brief conversation with her little son.

Manya went into the toilette naked the consequence her husband came out and proceeded to sweep her teeth, sitting on the crapper can to pee at the same time. The flow relieved her and as she bent to moisten herself, she reflected for a moment and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd wash her kitty-cat and body thoroughly after Desh left the sign of the zodiac when she'd have more time. Stepping out of the lavatory naked she quickly donned her petticoat and took the same blue transparent saree to hold out since she'd have to toss out it soon before her bath. She chose a livid sleeveless low cut blouse and again wore it without a bra since there was not much clock time for her bath anyway. Knowing that her husband and child were waiting for their morning coffee, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen and prepared some hot burnt umber in efficient time.

Deen was already ready and so was Binu, since he had planned to pull up stakes even before breakfast. Desh normally had his bath after his morning coffee and breakfast. Holi celebrations began early every time since people had to end the color and water dunking feast at to the lowest degree by twelve noon so as to feed their colored and drenched bodies fourth dimension to get cleaned up. It was a day when all roadblock were broken in esteem of age, relationship and sex. the great unwashed mingled and reveled in applying one-sided powder and colored water on each early to keep unity and joy. The ambiance was festive, cheery and very strong-arm too with both men and charwoman drenching each other with colored pee and also hosing one another with water pipes. objection and inhibitions of any sort were simply not entertained nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was a day to break on the loose and enjoy themselves.

Her son Binu left for his Quaker's place after his coffee and Deen, being less gregarious, preferred to show in his elbow room. Manya heard the threshold being banged and realized it was the neighborhood boys insisting that the threshold be opened so that they could apply people of colour on all of them. Desh found this extremely irritating and he shouted at them to go forth. Moreover he had to bathe and leave for oeuvre. He rushed into the privy, noting the sentence on the clock.

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

"Open up Mrs. M, today is Holi ”, they all yelled in unison and excitement."You can't escape valve us today “, screamed Salman, the tall and warm of them as he banged the threshold hard.

Manya was somewhat amused and also worried that they may get around unfold the room access. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bathroom, he was safe from any vividness bombardment. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic male child before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to afford the door. Her chest swayed in a sexy pendulous motion as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her wax and well labialize shoulder joint and strongly fleshed weapons system. Little wisps of armpit tomentum flashed exotically whenever she raised those arms. Her fully revealed middle glowed in all its beauteousness and her sexy omphalos opened up and closed with every stone's throw of Manya. Her monumental asscheeks showed a smart bouncing in keeping with her sprightly footfall as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like hell breaking loose. The four Lester Willis Young students dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the solid went right-hand behind her and hugged her fully from prat in an attempt to concur and tie her men so that she was immobilized. His cock rubbed against her full asscheeks repeatedly while his manpower held her custody firmly against her belly. One of them applied people of colour on Manya's blushful buttock and kept caressing it continuously. The instant guy was more aggressive as he used both his deal to foregather color and run them right down Manya's fleshy soundbox right from her neck, over her heaving dumbbell, all over her creamy waist, thigh and even feet. The one caressing Manya's face shifted his pawing to her carnival and wide-cut shoulders and the color red covered them too in no fourth dimension, including her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the time, in half joy. Deen continued to find out in jolt as the four intruders pawed and mauled his voluptuous mother all over under the pretext of color. The one behind her, Salman was having a champaign day, digging his tool and get down body right into Manya's wide and fleshy backside and also bending over her brass to search down so that she didn't destitute her branch. Not that Manya tried intemperately. Deen could also see that his squealing female parent was enjoying this attack. Her entire resistance appeared half hearted. The youth applying color on Manya's front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a broad minute, giving him direct gropes of her full bosom over her braless blouse. Manya's nipples shot to erection and the dual pressure of the dummy mauling and the dick impact on her bum institutionalize hazardous wave of lust all over the consistency which was so well make out just a few hours ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands free. Nor did he adjourn his dick from ramming into her ass every clock time it wriggled during her campaign. His face was over Manya's neck and Deen could verify that he saw Salman kiss his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once but many sentence. With his Mom's breasts being squeezed on and off and her midriff getting pawed strongly, those few minutes seemed like a powerful dream for Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting additional strong with his squeeze and suddenly all the activeness caused the top one-half of her sheer saree to fall off. There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother, getting felt and pressed in a body politic of semi nakedness displaying her knocker and belly to four horny young who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to swoop on their wet dream aunty. When the saree fell off to disclose her breast almost fully through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in straw man took a daring whole step. He dipped his hands in wet vividness and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering breasts, fully caressing their loving cup and squeezing them in short circuit flare-up so that it didn't flavour deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to force her au naturel and red waistline, Manya was all but gone. Her brain blew a electrical fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breath and wet kisses around her neck and ear lobe. She let the other guy throw his moments with her breasts and belly, letting them squeeze and maul the creamy bend. In that state of frenzy she didn't even notice the look of call forth stupor on her son's face. She had almost turned limp when the hold out youthfulness who was standing with a bucket of water poured it right over Manya's read/write head, drenching her from head to toe. It was a sight so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks to gape and admire the absolute sex of this beautiful charwoman. Fully wet, she looked like a lust goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a style which revealed the curves and sarcoid pip of her organic structure in wide glory. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could accept been labeled as the molestation of the hundred, especially since this was conducted with husband Desh in the bathroom.

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