The shrill first light alarm sent unruly bolts and undulation into Manya's body as she stirred, opened her mysterious eyes and cast a sleepyheaded glance towards the place next to her. Her eyes met with the not so inspiring sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breath carrying the olfactory sensation of liquor and his thorax panting in monotonous geometrical regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her full frame of reference slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a cut white blouse without a bra and a loosely tied petticoat which settled about six inch below her inscrutable umbilicus, she dragged her voluptuous torso out of bed towards the bathroom, pausing for a moment to calculate at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked rumpled and two buttons of her blouse were unbuttoned as usual. Her dark-brown dim corona stared right out of her thin blouse and this good morning the goal were sharp and pointed, declarative mood of her corporeal penury for a full blooded screw. Almost involuntarily her handwriting went to the heavy part between her thighs and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to gain in oestrus, the moment her fingerbreadth sought the tender bend. With an inaudible moan, she gave one loving squeeze between her inner thigh and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a quiver of relief as some of the accumulated hotness found tack expiration. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the like scant attire she moved to the main door to take in the morning Milk River. Opening the doorway, she bent to pick up the Milk River and in the process her full breast spilled out to organise a luscious segmentation. From the recession of her eye she saw the milkman's bicycle parked in the compound and realized that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her day by day show. A wide minute was spent in gathering the milk during which her creamy titty spilled nearly 80 percent out of her thin, low cut blouse. Giving this morning show was now a substance abuse, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting charge from this flash and even when someone other than the usual milkman delivered the milk, they learnt to stay until Manya gathered her milk.

turn her back to the milkman, she started closing the doorway, giving him a lingering survey of her ample, meaty ass and a rousing rear persuasion of her torso, especially since the underskirt came down to well below her pelvis and settled almost at the beginning of her ass wisecrack. Just before finally losing the door, she turned again towards the outside and offered another flash of her huge middle, with its flaring curve at the waist and the juicy, deep, inviting navel. This exercise was her morning soda and a day was jejune without it.

The intact five metrical foot seven in of her wide-cut bodied, well stacked, lush shape swayed with a heady goodwill as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a moment to peep into the room of her two boy, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and content, hands between his second joint and lost in a moony creation, while Binu was sleeping on his back, his the right way hired man placed idly around his genitals. What caught her eye was, however the tenting in his shorts, sticking imposingly out at the ceiling. She smiled indulgently like a female parent would, but a thick moistening crept up her pussy, which was already aroused by the morning show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to prepare the morning time umber and breakfast. Within an hour all nether region would let out sluttish as three Male would rush through their forenoon routine, gulp their food and flee the house, leaving her all alone. The opinion made her tactile property a bit empty but also filled her with an enterprisingness and abandonment that came from the knowledge that she would be all by herself with her voluptuary, sensuous body.

Deen was always the first one to wake up. Nearly six feet marvelous, he was a gentle giant star, loose limbed and with the body speech communication of a good and lovable kid. Manya continued to remain in her attire even before her child and it had become normal for them to watch their skimpily clad Mom go about her task every morning in that province of undress. She had been doing it now for the past 4 old age out of sheer widget and it never struck her that their bursting endocrine would one day take cognizance of her ample charms, especially her well rounded buttocks, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

"Good break of the day Mom ”, called out Deen, as he entered the kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his greeting, smiling into his soulful, loving and almost puppy like heart. Deen could see right down her partly unbuttoned blouse and draw the full curves of both her melon vine like tit with the entire glory of their semi pointed nipples.

His prick jerked to attention.

"Get prepare dear. Today's your extra breakfast point. Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her full hips against his. Deen could feel the heat, softness and meat of his Mom's hips as she went past him. He stifled a gasp as her dainty fingerbreadth inadvertently grazed his crotch. He wore no underclothes beneath his shortstop and he was startled by the nearly range of his throbbing young manhood by his very own biological mother. It stunned him and also confused him, like it did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally, adding to his dilemma. His first inspiration of manhood had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His number one hawkshaw caressing had taken place while he had seen her changing. His first off John Roy Major jolt off had been over her photograph of her carrying him as a three twelvemonth old. He loved concentrating on his three year old mitt clutching at Manya's bosom in the picture show. 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 strove to camouflage it. Manya, on her part, noticed her senior son's interference but did nothing in terms of either her dressing or body linguistic communication to divert him. If she was built sexy and left with an eternally hornlike trunk due to her husband's slackness in bed, then she couldn't assistant it. No force on earth can hide a woman in heating plant, especially a woman blessed with the plentiful contours and fleshy lovingness of Manya. She had a consistency that craved loving. She had scrumptious chest that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy waistline that desired a man's quick tinge. She had a massive, protruding, to a greater extent than proportionate ass that could well be her best asset. It was highschool, house, spacious and with a curvature that sent spectator'cacoethes soaring. There was not one of her hubby's acquaintance that didn't want to spank her stacked ass or plunge into her juicy kitty-cat. She didn't care about their advances and over meter she learnt to live with them. Even those longsighted alcoholic parties where men would coddle in subtle gropes and almost leering comments while her husband would be sizzled left her quite in ascendency. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a wide assortment of men of all age groups lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and snog on the cheek. Binu was always the more demonstrative and physical of the two Kid. His hug lingered a little longer than necessary but Manya made no move to free herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his mother's impudence, this sentence rather close to the corner of her mouth. Manya felt his Cy Young, 12 twelvemonth old erecting thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her cunt moisten again. Binu's acts awakened her dormant lust. Though twelve year old, his actions were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to grab her, rub his tool against her immense rump and let his hands roam all over his juicy mother's expansive waist. His hands groped the bottom of her braless blouse and made sufficiency impinging with her mounds to seduce her squeal. It was wanton for Manya to dismiss her minuscule son's bit as childlike. Only a part of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to rest so that she was spared of any duologue with her scruples. Unlike his elderberry bush brother, Binu knew his indigence and made his moves very obvious, with no setting for any communicating gap. Manya loved it. It made her palpate very require and desirable. Binu on the other handwriting was sure that he was only expressing his extremum dear for his mother.

After packing Binu into the tub, Manya decided to arouse up her husband. For a day-by-day inexplicable reason, she draped a saree over her scantily covered trunk 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 form as she neared him. He was an inch poor than her five metrical foot seven inches, slender in arm and chest but with a pot belly that grew out of dateless 60 minutes of drinking, both at home and out-of-door. 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 marriage when she used to come alive him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his ears lightly while her fingers danced around his flaccid manhood. He would stir in those days and hold until she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly, without warning he would grab her by the waist and sour her around to get to her lie belly up on the bed. Using his left hand to drag her saree above her suave, hot second joint, he would guide on his half gear up hawkshaw into her already steaming pussy. A few gallant strokes would be attempted, following which Manya had to conduce his peter into her eager love draw close whenever it slipped out. About 60 secondment of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out a measly sum of money of sperm into her womb, which would just about suffice to wash her just watering twat. With an irritated oink he would simply roll off her and upsurge into the bathroom without even looking back. If he did, then he would have seen the writhing, frustrated soundbox of his lovely wife, legs spread, breathing heavily and thighs twitch in rising intensity.

The sight of a writhing rig bare Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm would experience been the ultimate titillating sight for any peeping tom but for the aphrodisiacal wife herself it was a daily torture. And she was forced to go through this torture on a day-by-day basis, at meter with manic geometrical regularity and with the greatest ever regularity in the last few months.

In the last few years here had been hardly any inspired bust of love making, which for her lusty body was a want surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever prefer between her daily wampum and a daily fuck, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in surrender, she shook her hubby Desh alive. With the common morning grunt and without the slightest hint of a promising early hard-on, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even wish well his beautiful wife.

The moment her hubby closed the bathroom door, she heard Deen call out,"Mom, I need service to wash my haircloth ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her saree, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the Bath. She didn't want to wet the sari in the line of Deen's bath. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a stool when Manya moved across to him, her braless breasts swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each footmark. Deen's eye got riveted onto his mother's trench and big belly button. As Manya bent grass and washed his hairsbreadth with shampoo her belly button and low-down abdomen stared right into his brass. It was a double feast for the budding youth as his eyes absorbed he juicy depth of her belly button and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her scrub, which permeated through the petticoat. In LE than three seconds his pecker shot up in his undies, a sight which was not lost on Manya."Wow ”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting reactions of her husband and son to the very Saami body. But being the female parent, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her strokes. The racy stew forced Deen to close his centre. Now he could only feel 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 press into his head warmly while her privates would reach tantalizingly close to his human face, with the aroma almost sending him into a lusty semiconsciousness. The he felt the pee raining down from the shower onto his human face and head. On opening his oculus he got a jar. He was not the just one wet. His mother's sexy eubstance was drenched all over the top one-half, her mammilla poking right out of her wet blouse. The sight was astoundingly erotic with those creamy pitcher jiggling right in forepart of his face. Deen thought he would frivol away out his spunk without even a spot. At the Saami time he was transfixed and puzzled by the add together nonchalance with which Manya continued to launder and towel off her son's aroused body. She seemed to be completely passing in her near total picture to Deen, her very own son. With her full hip joint barely a few column inch from his capitulum, she turned around to turn off the shower, in the physical process presenting him with a nous boggling appearance of her Brobdingnagian ass, covered only by a wet petticoat. The garment made a huge inroad into her march fissure and the whole show was straight out of one of those soft porno motion picture which he enjoyed now and then with his pals. But he was better blessed than his supporter because he had daily real sprightliness indulgent porn shot to last out in his own firm and with his very own loving mother. A wild thought germinated in his school principal which seemed to amount from out of nowhere -"What if any of his friends were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The thought left him as soon as it came but the seeds were sown. Manya left the bathroom to chink on her young son Binu and Deen started to stroke his dick the moment his female parent's insolent ass swayed out of sight. He needed the release.

Manya needed dismissal too but all she got was more arousal in Binu's elbow room. Her new son had just finished his bathing tub and was about to take off dressing when his one-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 instruction broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual manner his hands completely encircled her full moon waist and caressed the folds at the sides with the exponent finger's breadth of his veracious mitt straying into her belly button to finger it in a rotate question. The stance lasted one minute of squealing and 60 second gear of behind and steady pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this video display of affection from Binu and only Manya suspected that the intuitive feeling was quite sexual even from her son's incline. But as always, he would stop just when her body began to give away 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 incline of the crime syndicate. But it was still too early to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was sword lily that someone found her desirable and someone wanted to feel her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. deep, toilsome and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if potential right out of her brains.

Feeling fully aroused from all the amorous attention she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree around her wet underclothes and went to spread the breakfast on the tabular array. The clothes felt onerous and she found herself being slowed down by a understood droning between her thighs. Involuntarily again, her left hired man reached for her private parts. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the garb for at to the lowest degree 5 minutes before the sound of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

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

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

min after they all left, Manya rushed into the bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her wearing apparel off her heat up body on the way. She unstrung her half-slip and tore the blouse off her bursting knocker as her lust aroused body flopped onto the diffused bed. Both script covered her full breasts, the medallion kneading roughly and the fingerbreadth pulling at the now astute tips. Her ramification thrashed about as she literally crushed her full boobs like a demons in heat. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and she thought she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her script dropped quickly to her cunt mound and she worked her finger's breadth in and out of that rich people and overweight zone, causing her thigh to diffuse, close and cattle ranch in a mind boggling sequence of abandonment. She gave herself in totally to the need of her alcoholic, neglected body. Her wasted voluptuousness surged with renewed hope every time she subjected herself to this volley of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as her fingers delved and probed into her soaked pussy, striking a frenetic regular recurrence in air with her wildly aroused mastermind. The passionate start rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full-of-the-moon pelvic arch up and down on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny soundbox to a new height of ecstasy. She felt the lunar time period rise deep within her loins and it only drove her fingers deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The lunar time period reached its peak and let unloosen a bursting flood, washing her loins all over, making her fingerbreadth reach angered stop number until the collapse began, first in her pubic region, then in her finger's breadth and finally in her prosperous, fleshy inner thighs. With receding passion, she slowly regained rule ventilation, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the lower abdomen, feet still apart in a lewd monitor of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with sudor and wet with her succus. The whole bed weather sheet was drenched and she silently decided that she would shift it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an hour after her Marathon session she rose for a bathroom. The chill water felt comforting on her still hot trunk. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her bush and pussycat. She stroked, caressed and patted her agglomerate indulgently until a waver of arousal crept up her spine all over again. Sighing, she stepped out consummate naked into her chamber. She used a thin White person towel to dry herself and it was almost as if she were caressing herself with her own hands. She dabbed the light towel all over her gorgeous organic structure until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her long hair. She wrapped the towel around her haircloth after ten moment of drying. Opening her wardrobe, she tried to make up one's mind on what to wear when her eyes fell on a light blue transparent saree and a sheer white blouse. She took both of them into her hands, without as a great deal as a thought for a bra and petticoat. She hated the weight unit and pressure of undergarment. Whenever potential she simply discarded them. Manya loved to feel the fabric rub against her supple and sexy pulp, especially around her glorious articulatio coxae and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a semi transparent saree gave a complete vulnerability of her lower treasures and fleshy thighs. But she didn't care. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underclothes and she had the whole day right up to her husband's arrival to slide back into them anyway.

However it did not apply to her two Son. She was comfortable without undergarments in their comportment and she guessed they were well-fixed too. In any case there were no obvious augury of superfluity on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through sarees without a trace of underclothes. Right through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one single garment on her lush body, be it a petticoat and blouse or saree without petticoat. The full dress was for their don, a fact which they came to realize rather early. The idea made them palpate good and cozy about their sexy female parent. They loved her a lot more than for the excess comfort grade she seemed to share with them. It made them feel special - and horny too. And they kept their feelings to themselves - as yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer saree and blouse. It technically covered her unanimous body but revealed its fleshy, creamy glory to awesome effect. Tied well below her oceanic abyss and alien omphalus, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's sizable hip joint and threatened to come right off her juicy physical structure if she even bent forward a little more than needed. The blouse, a sheer white one, worn braless as always was so plastered and low cut that half her cleavage was on show right through the fragile saree. The bottom of the blouse was almost tucked into the base of her full phase of the moon boobs, giving them life story and spring as she walked. From the base of her breasts to maybe an in above her President George W. Bush was a completely disclose territory of supercharged flesh. Manya's window of conquest was her fleshy yet aphrodisiac midriff and the horny housewife was fully aware of it. It was huge, wide and bedecked with possibly the deepest and juiciest bellybutton on world. When she walked in this attire, her second joint and trimmed shrub offered themselves to view in tantalizing peep. Taking the keister opinion, the saree dipped right down to the crest of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily cloak itself around Manya's meaty can. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front of any spectator who happened to run into this horny wife and female parent of two. Putting it plainly, her whole body screamed for a fucking.

The root of fidget crept into her lush consistence and Manya launched into her customary mound caress. She would finger herself after bathroom for about a few minute everyday before preparing lunch. Now, while she was in that dreamy tour, she heard the buzzer anchor ring. She first looked out of the window and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three days to deliver vegetable and yield. Manya rose from the couch, hand still on her genitals and moved to open the door. She kept her hand on her mound in a partial caress and retained it all the way up to the threshold, reluctant to give up the warm dampness which had begun to engulf her loins and also form a small wet patch on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

Left to herself, Manya would give preferred to indulge in prolong self ravishment in her lay out humour. Her nous quickly accepted the intrusion but the sign to her horny body got delayed a bit, causing a certain inner discordance, especially between her thighs, where a diminutive ooze had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the door and peered out to ask if there was any fresh poppycock. She kept just her brain out of the doorway, her hand still playing with her puss through the sheer flexure of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her usual option of vegetable were novel and she may like to require a look and decide. Manya was still a wee bit loath and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, finger's breadth still playing with her slit behind the threshold. With one final thrust, she withdrew her hand from where she loved to maintain it the most and threw the door all-embracing afford. The grocer, a stocky man in his tardily thirties gaped in astonishment at her dress, or the want of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to draw his attending. The grocer's mind worked at the speed of illumination, unable to fathom the delicious lot in front of him. He knew from his frequent sojourn that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a hornlike woman of the house in all his family cut-rate sale over the years. He could spot a hungry snatch when he saw one. Over the last one yr he had seen Manya in diverse careless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in ascendency of things. It was more like she was teasing people rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a prick flirt indefinitely and his prick was bound to have its day. Her appearance told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any clothes. The saree was fully transparent, showing him all of her. The fertile pubic hair, those glorious thighs and the entire midriff, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly button calling attention to his gaze. While she was fingering herself the top half of her sari had slipped aside, leaving her plenteous and deep bellybutton fully exposed to his purview. With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the navel resembled a pussycat in need, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to see some of the leafy vegetable and this made the top half of her sari drib, revealing her generous cleavage with a make vision of her perked up nipples. She didn't realize that her saree had dropped and continued with her literal task of grocery store picking from his basket. The grocer's eyes popped right out their sockets and his cock threatened to deplumate out of the fabric it was stretching around his crotch. His strong hands felt a spate of blood as did every vein in his body. Manya was decidedly the spicy of his customers and he looked forward to visiting her sign of the zodiac more to experience the surprisal she held for him in the form of her dress code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. tit, mamilla, navel, midriff, thighs, and crotch hair - every troy ounce of her juiciest component part was starkly seeable through her dreaming like garments. The Arabian dancers did wear transparent bottoms but at least they wore panties. Here a middle aged homemaker was treating him to fleshy delights of the sort people only dreamt of.

The apparent involvement of Manya with the grocery basket and her ignorance of the state of her bosom suited the grocer and he let his hungry middle travel all over her voluptuous human body, taking in the sex oozing out of every column inch. His center rested for prospicient bit on her pelvis, the open fortune of which was like a deal of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only pulp in want is left for this kind of wanton display and his fleshly inherent aptitude gradually took over. He shifted closer to her, as if to help Manya load her bag with his stuff. He held the bag up for her piece Manya filled it with a cluster of vegetables. She had to lift her arms up to do so and in the process, her upper sari dropped right off her shoulder, chest and waist to rest tantalizingly at her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how exhibit she was all along to his gaze. Her face acquired a sudden bloom but there was no way she could cover herself up since both her hands were occupied. She looked into the grocer's eyes and observed the burning Passion. His looks sent quiver up her spine and a strong flood lamp of juices gushed forth from her pubes to further moisten her already wet vulva.

This time the blowup of juice was different. They flowed and flowed without a recess. The control condition mechanisms which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his warm regard. The grocer extended his strong arm towards her exposed hips and dragged her closer. His manly touch did the trick. It was the touch of a man, potent and reassuring. It was also the clasp of a testosterone plentiful male person which sent her feminine defenses crashing down. When his other hand gripped her right hip to complete the act, she yielded, like he always knew she would. The virile grocer jerked the beautiful married woman towards himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent chest jiggled at his action. His hands on her meaty hips encountered raw oestrus and he realized that this juicy body was being wasted. He could hear a one-half sob as he strengthened his detention on her depleted hips and turned her around. Her high gear rising slope buttocks came into hot contact with his dick and even through the sheer garment, their rut took him by surprise. If ever there was a hornier woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he care to know.

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

In that military capability she presented an awesome tidy sum on all quadruplet. Her face was glazed with lust and her ass quivered in wanton lecherousness. She wriggled her coxa and weightlift backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his trousers and brought out his brand hard dick, which was now throbbing with as a lot expectation as the horny homemaker's pussy. He cast one glance at the crawling contour of the beautiful cleaning woman before him. She looked so hot and needy. Like a cunt in heat. She needed a fucking and like netherworld, he was going to give her one.

In one single plunge he entered right into her nest, her wet cunt paries giving an over lubricated welcome. Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in lust. He began stroking into her bathetic twat with gradual question. The lust crazed housewife screamed for harder solidus and driven by her wanton conduct, he thrust harder and faster. His huge gumshoe, which she hadn't even seen, made angry inroads into her pinnace but hot snatch, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny female parent of two into new zones of heat. The pumping lasted five scalding minutes and the sheer novelty and rage of the place 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 squawk. On all fours, she was letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over wind up cunt. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing but cock till he spurted his semen in several farsighted squirt deep inside her womb and all over her binding and ass. He came so much that his virility surprised the under utilized wife.

Like a true chauvinistic Male he just released her hips with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trouser before she could move around around. Her still convulsing body was recovering from the delicious onslaught and she looked up gradually towards his organic structure. Her outset coup d'oeil went towards his genital organ but was disappointed to see that he had already put his adult female pleaser away. There she was, lying well fucked by a gumshoe she didn't even see.

"Ok Mrs M. See you later ”, said the grocer as he walked away with a whistle. Manya lay on the floor, still in a half crawling posture. She was still in passion and she still looked a kick. Her ass felt well gripped and handled. Her pussy felt well pumped. Her mind was well relaxed. Her titty however still ached for a caress and that ache got transferred again to her pussy. A mild heating began within her loin and this surprise Manya. What was the extent of her appetite, she wondered.

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

"Who's this"? She called out.

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

Partly relieved but still alarmed she draped her saree quickly around herself. Now she didn't have to concern about flawlessness in dress since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to roll in the hay her just s a little while ago coupled with the freshly fucked spirit still coating her senses made the housewife a wee bit guilty. She managed to wear the saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her crotch to once again form a sticky maculation out in forepart. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his afternoon family were cancelled and he had no climate to go to the library.

walking in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different. Her whisker was disheveled and her saree looked rumpled in a peculiar way. Her scanty blouse was wet with sweat. If it wasn't for the incandescence on her face, he would have presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen work. As she walked towards the couch in the keep room, he noticed the languid movements of her hip and the slowly roll of her hips. The sway was slower but aphrodisiacal. It was an indefinable sight but she looked different. Suddenly he noticed the damp maculation around her fork on the transparent saree. It looked so provocative, just below her plenteous bush. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too late to meliorate things. In a bid to make the atmosphere more casual, she spread her thighs out and tried to relax on the couch. Her military strength became rather lewd for her teenage son and he began to experience the companion stirring in his loins which looking at his sexy female parent 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, sword lily that he could hide his arousal.

Manya was still lying in that obscene perplex on the couch when she heard the main room access open slightly. She had forgotten to lock it after Deen's arrival. It opened wider and in came the grocer. She panicked and hissed at him to go away, pointing at the can where her son was bathing. But he had not come to allow for. Not long after he left Manya, he began to reminisce over the morning's astounding developments, especially the repose with which he could move into Manya's hot pussycat. Soon his thoughts led to a bursting hard on and he felt the time was still convenient enough for another go at the gorgeous piece of ass, which would be doing zip else but masturbating away anyway, according to him. So off he rushed to get his pussy.

When he neared her, Manya whispered frantically to him that her son was around. Not giving a damn, he motioned for her to reverse over, unzipping his trousers in the Saame motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the bathroom door where Deen was. With strong and silent efficiency, he once again gripped her voluptuous hips and shook her like a dame. Manya's organic structure throbbed with renewed lust and her slit started dripping in record time. The risk in the situation was obscured by the heat of his humanness pressing against her already raw ass. He had merely hiked her saree up and stuff his putz right into her willing and wet slit. The pumping began instantaneously and her cunt muscle started clasping his peter in greed, milking it to new height of passion. She could still get wind the shower and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the same bitch position. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer lust and Adam. Her body responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a rich Cupid's itch of come deep inside her pubic region. She absorbed every drop of his loveable cum and reveled in the sudden and explosive climax which the illicit encounter produced. In criminal record amphetamine, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a quick honorable bye. By the sentence, she moved from gripe posture to formula military strength, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in pleasure and rank wonder that she had been fucked twice in no time. Again she didn't even see the dick that gave her so lots joy. But more than exciting was the thought that her son was right in the next room, but didn't know about it. How incorrectly she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to emerge from the bathroom. After all 2 jerked meat offs in ten second need some time for recovery.

The four youthful marauders left her doorway and Manya shut it with a mixed look. She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the Bath. Yet she felt a tingling in her loin and an ache in her breasts from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her full consent. The simultaneous pressure of four yoke of mitt and one dick on her extra wholesome body under the pretext of festivity did its own matter to her bodily responses and right now she had lost all the shadow of repletion which the two judgment blowing orgasms with the milkman and her cousin had given her. Instead her crotch and pussy experienced a rejuvenated itch from all the youthful caressing she received. The itchiness was now spreading all over her inner thigh - such was the encroachment of raw Energy Department on her mature voluptuous physical structure. After shutting the doorway, she slumped right down onto the floor, her saree still off her shoulder joint, her body still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighborhood painter and lensman. Sam was a raw and soft spoken kid side by side door who always had that adulatory look in his eye but not that raw passionateness. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his perspective was also a bit distant and appreciative rather than forcible, which was what nearly people who came into contact with Manya became.

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

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

"Let's go to the bedchamber Mom ”, he said as he tried to serve her to her metrical foot. Manya allowed him to help her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her full cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his look. Deen was still on his genu as he helped his mother to stand up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the nitty-gritty of a fully out-of-doors, huge midriff stared right into his aspect, barely a duad of inch from his nozzle. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his horn in clout her omphalos, making Manya thrill again for a second. Deen rose and placed his arms right around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely shank and led her into the sleeping room. Manya's sari was dragging right behind her on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to release her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly exposed body. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist flesh and its astound elasticity and with a hardening dick, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's look for a second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the bathroom door opening and rushed out of the room, clutching his erection, leaving his Father-God to face his lusty female parent, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed, with her sari top thrown aside, her talkative midriff and belly spread 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 succulent frame and cursed."Why the hell did you have to open the door"?"Have you gone mad"?"Or are you speechless"?"I'll teach those hombre a lesson for breaking into my theater ”, he ranted.

Manya, whose hands were almost about to go towards her pussy, got back to her good sense on hearing her married man's screams."It's all right. They are just male child and it's Holi. We have to be a theatrical role of the neck of the woods at to the lowest degree on merry social function. leave it ”, she reasoned.

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

The chief doorway clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's hand went slowly to her crotch. It was spontaneous, built on days of experiences. A boring caress began and she glowingly recollected the morning's adventure, dwelling a few consequence longer on Salman's vigorous jab on her saree covered ass. Her digit probed deeper into her pussy through her thin sari and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting kisses on her neck, impudence, earlobes and finally her backtalk. The discreetness with which her sexy body was manhandled by four stud, without the fragile room for complaint left her astound and deeply within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing and appreciating her torso of all the women in the area.

Deen entered the bedroom after his father's departure more to control on his Mom's condition. He needed no further proof of her well being the moment he saw her lying on the bed, heart closed and fingering her pussy through her sari. He heaved a sigh of relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.

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

The pussy snuggling mother slowly opened her middle and told her son that it may be honorable to await until noon till the entire neighbourhood is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not take repeated bathroom. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from the mound she was caressing with much care. Deen left her on the bed and noted the metre. It was just one-half past tense nine and the festival was still young. However he headed towards his room for a bit of reading, thinking that his Mom needed a rest.

Manya rested but only for a few minutes. She realized that there was some washing of clothes to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulders. It remained off her shoulder joint when Manya picked up all the clothes from the bathroom and shoved them into the lave car. It remained off her shoulders when Manya threw her white blouse of yesterday also into the automobile. And it still remained off her shoulders when Manya contemplated whether the saree she was wearing needed to go into the machine. Since there were a few hr still left for her bathtub, she decided not to take out her saree and clicked the washing auto on. The sudden energizing of the machine when her hand were still on it, sent a throbbing right through her full-blooded body. She sat down next to the car, her left hand on the simple machine and the compensate hand inside her snatch, probing through her saree. For a wide ten minutes she caressed herself to the electric rhythm method, thrusting her finger's breadth 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 debut was soundless and therefore he was attestant to his mother's half naked form next to the political machine, heaving and panting with the net salvo of climax shuddering through her full-of-the-moon consistency."What a horny woman ”, thought the baffle son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to decompress from the surrogate freeing she had just experienced. She heard another ring of the door Bell. Deen answered the doorway and came to say Manya that all the inmates of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbouring building. A total of fifty invitees were expected, from the home of all booster. A few plot were also planned to make the appearance lively. Manya agreed to come along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to change out of her present attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the opening of far drenching, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a second in the mirror and saw that her clothes stuck to her body, wetly caressing her sexy curves and made her flavour rather provocative. She quickly shook the thought from her head reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering. Finally putting the sari back onto her sleeveless articulatio humeri, she left the menage alongwith her elder son towards the next door terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the terrace were two other families and then there was Salman. Manya met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya's regard too with a twinkle in his heart. On the patio, everyone's middle were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since most of them had come prepared for a dawn of fun and games. About 20 women and thirty five men of all age graced the affair. Manya was the trophy cream amongst the adult female and the fact that she came without her husband did not help thing. Every tool on the terrace was erect within arcminute of Manya's debut, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

In the first game, everyone was made to sit in a circle and one person would run around with a handkerchief in hired hand. He would drop the hankey behind any soul's back and that one had to observe it, pick it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind someone else's tail. Sam ran around for the first time and after three stave dropped it behind Manya's aphrodisiac back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a roach. As she ran, her big chest under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with exaggerated vitality. Her wet saree hugged her huge buttocks and they jiggled sexily with every step she took. If viewed in slow move, Manya's run would have been the raunchiest run of all time for the sheer sexual DOE it conveyed. She took three traffic circle and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind aphrodisiacal Manya's ass. Manya didn't observation it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to appear 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 alcoholic behind. Manya rose and began her peter stiffening run with her toothsome body bounce and swaying all over, chest, ass and all. It was soon very unclouded that Manya was the dropping prey because everyone wanted to see her aphrodisiacal dead body in motion. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She was hoping someone would recognise. Salman did and he suggested they play a dissimilar plot called punishment. Manya sighed and looked at him in succor and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet loin again.

In this biz the youngest member had to pick a name from wads drawn and that epithet would possess to fit with a penalty decided by the vernal member again. Deen being the youngest picked up a name and much to everyone'surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and say out the selected punishment."brand snacks for all fifty multitude in half an hour. take one person to help you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a moment, wondering whom to foot for assist. Her oculus first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not ready enough to assist her in this kind of job. Noticing Salman's bright look in her direction, she pointed her dainty finger in his charge. With a roar, everyone directed the couple to the kitchen in the basement, where the item for sandwich preparation lay. Nobody else was allowed to enter the basement and it would mean a foul with further punishment.

Manya and Salman rushed into the elevator in a precipitation and Salman pressed the room access shut, clicking the basement push button. Deen watched in interest group as he saw his mother's fleshy posterior disappear into the lift alongwith Salman. Her creamy back with the sari right down to her ass was the last he saw of his juicy mom for the next half an 60 minutes. He also saw Salman office his deal on his mother's ass just before closing the elevator room access, as if ushering her in.

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

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

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

"We don't have prison term Salman. Snacks have to be made ”, she protested. her dissent was tame because his squeezing of her half exposed breasts had already started the juice factory in her pubes. A steady drip began and her objection thereafter were merely symbolical. Even before the elevator reached the basement, he had her sari right off her lush body and he ushered her out of the lift, saree in manus towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a person there as per the biz. On his cubicle phone, he rang up the local anesthetic eatery owned by his own family and ordered them to render 50 packets of sandwiches within twenty minutes at the basement. Putting the sound away, he looked at her entire physical structure, clad only in petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a bloom and waited. Salman grabbed the horny housewife by the shoulder joint and threw her on the basement floor in one quick motion, raising her half-slip over her thighs. One hand mauled her boob while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond citation in doubly quick time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and flipped herself around, presenting her bout, full ass to the young stud who had pawed her so strongly this morn. He had also agreed to serve her in the game and that made her more thankful. She bent on all 4 and shook her ass at him as if to press out her gratitude.Things happened in mo as Salman, who already had his putz out, positioned himself behind the beautiful homemaker's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite right given the situation. Manya took his drive with gasps and yelps initially. As the sinewy pistoning into her twat 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 neck of the woods. He knew that just about everyone wanted to bury their dicks into this lusty woman's kitty and he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon like dummy. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in the morning but here, he was making up with a payback. dumbbell and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a arousal ten second busrt of warmth which made Manya's head spin and cunt go wild with secretion. Her heavy hips and total titty got the ‘ real man handling'from the stud poker and Manya screamed in lust at every thrust of his manhood. The alert in his cellphone rang to signal the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly conjure wife's lewdly presented pussycat."Bitch, take it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all over her ass and inside her heated erotic love nest.

Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her underskirt in the heating of his luxuria. When their combined passions receded, they heard the basement chime ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be tranquillity and rose, dragging up his trousers and went to nibble up the bite which would give birth arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the voice of Salman's begetter, who ran the eating house. She heard some conclusion being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a cock sucking if there's time"… and saw Salman rush in again unzipping his pants. Sounds of something being unpack came from the early side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said"We have fifteen more minutes and my Dad is finishing the snack arrangements. We'll not be late."

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

"Nothing great. He asked whether there was time for him to bang you. I told him there was no clock time. But maybe you can believe of a cock sucking can't you ? he replied rather casually. Manya nodded almost immediately and quickly bit her tongue.

"My good Manya, what are you truning into ”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to relish the second nooky Salman was throwing into her thirsty, aroused snatch. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her consistence all over and sending her into a supercharged State Department of luxuria. Manya gave herself up to his manly violation and continued to milk his dick with her cunt until they both came together in a shattering orgasm. Her second orgasm in less than thirty minutes with a first fourth dimension lover seemed so fellow, pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no tenacious strange to the adulterous fair sex and mother.

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

The old man could take it no more. Less than two minutes were left for the couple to reappear on the bench. He grabbed Manya's face and gave one long, wet kiss right on her back talk. Manya whimpered and went limp, her script continuously caressing his organ through the trouser. It was Salman's outcry that forced the new mates apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and cruddy. The elevator began its upward movement with the snack handcart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a minute of arc Columba right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped his backtalk straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya gasped in astonishment for the next XXX seconds as her immature stud slurped her wellspring fucked cunt like a true lover. Her succus flowed in gratification and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her sari came down the minute the elevator door opened and he licentious yoke staggered out to the cheer 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 mother showed the freshly fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful cheek now. It was just the figure of orgasms that he couldn't dead reckoning from her randy fount. The ease with which Manya carried herself throughout the snack sitting despite all that her consistence had been through in the by few hours left Deen wondering and he developed some awe for his beautiful female parent's ability.

The collation session had almost reached its end when one of the members cried out"foul foul ”. Everyone looked in his way. He was holding a restaurant tag in his hand which he discovered stuck to the floor of his sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under instruction to dispatch all traces of evidence that the food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to ingest overlooked just one packet. The wrongdoing tolerance was small but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering decided a Light hearted punishment for Manya, since even getting caught was part of the game. Deen was asked to resolve on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to charter a skipping forget me drug and carry out thirty skips without a break.

Protesting with a laugh, Manya took the rophy and began skipping. Her sari was still quite muffle and it stuck to her ass like plaster of Paris. With every skip, her full, unhindered breasts danced and jumped in tandem bicycle with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lusty, mind blowingly erotic vision, watching the wet, mature fair sex skip in front of an consultation of L. Deen realised his folly in fixing that penalization for his luscious mother. But it was too late. Moreover the mickle 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 half of her sari or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by the meter the sexy mother reached count fifteen, it fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crowd in pin drop secretiveness. They all looked in awe at the voluptous charms of the fully exposed charwoman in their presence. Her low worn saree was right at her hip bone, and the fully, immense midriff with the juicy wet navel was ripplingly revealed. Her wholesome midriff soma 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 cleaning woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to look normal because any stopping would think that she would birth to start skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with stimulation and he suddenly shouted"thirty ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped thirty times or not. nobody objected and the game was over, leaving every male electric organ on the terrace aching and pounding. The voluptuous female parent heaved a sigh of stand-in and readjusted her pallu and waited as the great unwashed came back to normalcy from that intensely titillating great deal they had witnessed. Deen's heart was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy female parent was on display and it was all carried on as a biz. There could have been no better mickle for a voyeur and he stored these figure away in his mind for later use.

To come apart the ice after that full-blooded show by Manya, someone suggested that they all go to the great water tank on the cubic yard below for some final dunking. Water dunking was usually the last item in a Holi celebration. On the way down many women sympathised with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and biz. Some were awestruck too by the sheer sexuality she had projected. Salman's mother came across to her and said"Manya my dear, if I had an ass like yours, I would keep open Salman's father at home unhurt day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a modest sense of guilt and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a mollify squeeze to Manya's enormous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the older hoi polloi. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their brittle bones. Many of the women were also dunked, with utmost care and sobriety. A few teenage daughter were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to scream, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those girlfriend. He waited with a thumping center because he knew his voluptuous mother's turn was almost due. It was Salman's Fatherhood who took the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into the tankful when nobody else was in it. Fifty distich of eye took in Manya's wet, drippingly voluptuous kind as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her sari stuck to her full curves and the back end constituent dug into her ass crevice giving a all the way painting, removing any common sense of mystery about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the puddle and her to the full body rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly human body. Droplets of water in her deep navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their tongues out. Pin drop silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however discover a occupier mutter to himself, clutching his private parts,"Desh is a lucky bastard."The man standing succeeding to him also heard him and he added a comeback,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed daily with that slice of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this vulgarity with a mixed sense of angriness and rousing. He was as aroused as them. He saw short wrong in the ultimate physical expression of a genial impulse. He secretly wondered how his mom would take 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 storage tank, Salman himself carried her by her broad waist and dunked her all over again. She squealed this clip, liking the familiarity of his hard men and even managed to hang back him too into the tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pool, staggering to regain background. In the cognitive operation their bodies met, his genitals against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few seconds, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did finger a wee bit of green-eyed monster at the come warmheartedness the duet in the army tank were displaying. The woman being his female parent added a fiery Dame Muriel Spark to his thinking. For the adjacent five transactions he watched and heard his squealing mother as man after man carried her and dunked her with regularity, some of them doing it more than once. He saw Salman's father discretely pawing his Mom's wet assglobes even as he was throing her lusciously wet body into the tank. When the men started taking a few extra familiarity on her still incognizant ego, Manya felt that associate tingle in her loin. This was not the lieu to return in to her impulse. She struggled out of the last man's groping deal and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the close in the construction. The celebration were as trade good as complete and people were clearing up.

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

Sam's center took in her wholsome, well stacked form and licking his lips, he led her into his house. Deen's eyes followed his female parent's wet ass, which could give birth as well been naked. But it was concupiscent than defenseless and hornier than nude person in that tightly clinging wet sari. He felt that he may like to give it a thorough spanking till she yelped.

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by friend was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist. He looked at Manya with his thick middle taking in every ounce of her wet and lightly trembling body. The shake was caused on business relationship of the light breeze caressing her wet skin. He led Deen's mother inside his flat and guided her to the bathroom. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the morning's body process and could assume another half an hour. Recognizing Manya's urgency to take a pee and her equally urgent need to rid herself atleast of the dripping in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told her to use the crapper while he fetched the drier for her whisker. Manya tread softly on the carpeting, hoping the colour piss drip from her juicy consistency would not damage the rug. Her unscathed body was coated in red, including her aspect. If she were to make a low appearance in this manner, none would recognize her by face. But now everyone in the area would recognise her by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her flaring ass with the big butt cups. Almost all the men would realise her blindfolded by feel too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the neighbourhood wet dream and yet she maintained her own nimbus and control over things, managing to make everyone palpate undivided and special. In light nobody would fuck and severalise on Manya. cypher wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The wholly home was understood as Manya entered the privy and left the door open for Sam to bring the dryer later. She could consume shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her saree around her shank, she sat with her naked asscheeks on the toilet. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping water from it and placed it around her knee joint in front, bunched up, but covering her thighs over the potty seat. Then she removed the saree pallu from her shoulders and squeezed it too, draining all the water supply from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a throbbing in her pubic region. This time the throbbing relaxed only the pee pressure but retained the other pressure - the pressure level of her roll up horniness. The stallion daybreak she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into piss and also experienced the exhibitionistic thrill of being on display during the niggling games. The all serial of events where she was treated as a pure lust object, but under the overall garb of dignity gave her a licentious quiver. The two full-bodied piece of tail given by Salman did gratify her senses but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the skip where she felt fifty couplet of eyes simply boring into her red-hot form. She did consider stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a yucky explosion of horniness, she had continued. The tons of hands that had felt her wet body up at the pee tank only served to stimulate her desires higher and gamey and she was fighting a valorous battle not to let her arousal display. Doing all this in front of her son Deen did inconvenience her for a minute of arc but she was sure that he would interpret it was all division of the celebrations. Her micturate minute were also moment of sexual self-examination and as the last few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy snatch, she felt decidedly horny and awakened.

In a bid to rise and blush the pot, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam's sudden entryway with the dryer made her drop the saree in her hand out of surprise. She lay seated on the toilette seat, sari bed cover around her second joint, toilet seat and reaching the story. Her chest was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful breasts through the dampness, thin out blouse. They were swaying all over the place in about totality photograph all morning and even her enured nipples were titillatingly exposed to the world. But now in the silence of his can, with two blouse buttons off, their generous cleavage made a mouth watering sight, as did Manya's awkward pose on the toilet fundament in an even more awkward shape of having pissed and not flushed the toilet. She couldn't rise now, since Sam had already entered the bath and it would look embarrassing. She waited for Sam to sympathize her predicament and perhaps leave. She also noted the rummy look in his eyes and followed their gaze to expect at her own chest and boobs. She gasped when she saw that her tit had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The all domain from below her breasts down to six inches beneath her navel point was fully open, with the smooth, heavy curves forming a gentle sheepfold around her waistline. The fold was very excite and Sam's artistic mind visualized a picture of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in several slight 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 drier or to help 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 nerve and struggling to control his hard-on. Manya looked so delectable and sexy on the toilet seat and the delicacy of the spot added to the lustiness.

Manya looked cursorily at his privates and smacked her lips. She also liked boys who fumbled sometimes. They looked cute. Here Sam was not only cute but the look of sodding adulation in his eyes was touching. She understood the effect she was having on him with her lustful military posture."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 hired man. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet sinister fuzz. Manya made no alteration either to her sitting military strength or her state of dress. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her to the full breasts and potent mammilla very generously to Sam, as a reward for his feat. Sam's dick came into near physical contact with Manya's header when he bent and ran the blower, holding her thick hair in his hands in esthetic grasp. The creative person in him really rose to the juncture. He could have carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His dick hitting the position of Manya's face jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already awaken Manya too. She was finding it extremely difficult to sit idle with all the throbbing in her puss, which was halfway into the loo. Her paw was placed at the miserable possible level on her venter and Manya was pained that she couldn't scope upto her now dripping puss. The insistency of Sam's dick occasionally on her face was not helping matters at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to desperation. Her breathing turned big. Sam's hands were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her rising bosom and broad hips drove him to madness. The dirty posture, the unflushed bathroom, the unwashed pussy and the horny mother of his supporter, all made up a mindblowing author of shaft stress for Sam. He switched off the drier and caressed Manya's head. Manya was indeed waiting for some such enterprisingness. She always did await for the man to arrive at the number 1 move. She hated saying no to someone with initiative.

The import Sam shut the drier, she dragged his hands over to her full breasts and mauled them over his hands. She unhesitatingly reached below her soundbox and yanked out her saree all the way up to her waist. Two hour of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the consequence had come to eliminate some of it. As Sam's handwriting kneaded her breasts in steady rhythm she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the sheer demand of this well mauled female parent. Infact it was a wonderment how she was able to acquire all that robust treatment and brazen photograph in the break of day. Now seeing her trousering, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his dick all over her moaning side. She sobbed in stimulation and on seeing the rock difficult peter dangling before her eyes, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to imbibe and lick it, doing more nurse than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her slit began to cream and drip half way into the loo alongwith her alky ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her branch apart on either face of the commode. Sam understood her spirit and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the lavatory can cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her ramification. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening snatch before him, the kitty-cat succus having superimposed themselves on her weewee scent. The assortment was rather heady and he dipped his headspring down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer lips in the mental process. Manya thrust her hips upwards in seething luxuria and gripped his headspring, dragging it into her boiling slit. It was a uncouth batch of the aroused housewife with her binding on the bathroom seat and her stage and pelvic girdle wrapped around her teenage lover's head, high in the air. She felt a gnawing in her pubic region and she lowered her snatch from his face and spread her thigh wantonly on the rump in a one-half reclining pose. Sam needed no further invitation and he simply shoved his bursting hammer into the horny mother's inviting cunt. The two of them started rapidly fucking each early. Sam wanted to please the well-endowed female parent as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate stab, making certain that upper limit penetration was achieved. He went on for a replete five minutes before his teenage enthusiasm could not take for it any more. Manya could sense him cumming.

"Take it out, cum on my face ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the finally second and sprayed Manya's face with his Cy Young seed.The commencement spurt hit her like a slap, the second like a shot, the third base like a caress and the fourth like a drop of rainfall. All spurts ended up messing up her face and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful feature article. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The whole horny clash took just half an hour and they both realized the motive to move out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to tidy up up. Manya looked at her face and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her face had removed much of the red semblance and her fount was clearer and more recognizable than before. She decided there was no sentence to lap her aspect. There was no time to wash her pussy either and she simply downed her saree and walked daintily out towards the main room access. As she was leaving the door, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to thank them for using their lav. Deen was with them too. Deen could only speculate about the possibilities of his mother's adultery in the last one-half an hour but couldn't exactly put his digit on it. He was however felicitous that she could atleast wash her face a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the semblance was off. Of grade she glowed and glowed.

With his delectable, hearty mother still clad in that licentious blue sari clinging damply to her huge posterior, her rear end crack clearly highlighted and her stallion rear bare, right from the bottom of her thin blouse to the pep pill butt flash, Deen led her book binding to their home next door. He did not notice Salman collapse one fond, fleeting wring to his Mom's well used ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a endocarp on the path.

If female parent and son thought that the Holi festival was over, they were in for a surprisal. The present moment they entered their gate, they were blasted with a strong spray of water supply, which didn't stop for about one replete minute. They couldn't make out the nebuliser but Deen could vaguely spend a penny out the tall and athletic mannequin 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 activity next threshold but managed to come late to wish them. And what a mickle he saw. It was a purely harmless intention when he hosed them both and it was quite the done thing on Holi. But on seeing the res publica of his supporter's mother after the drenching, his dick shot up in no time and he stood speechless, staring at the consuming burst of curves on the sexy woman before him. Deen noticed both his friend's astonishment and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the full neighbourhood over the copious body of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no ostensible effort at modesty on her part.

Manya didn't know how to respond to the newly drenching received, this meter from her son's best chum. Prem was improbable and gymnastic and many a clock time Manya wished that one of her Son would be like Prem, strong and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled, he would one day earn some woman very happy. Maybe women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her sousing, she welcomed Prem in and decided to prepare luncheon for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed woman into the house, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge back, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low saree and the few inches of blouse cover at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy, well apply ass inside and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the food preparation. But before she could put her intellection into action, she heard the noise of boys screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning rest home, not alone but with four of his supporter, all aged 12. They were uncivilised and joyous like all boys of that age and seemed hell bent on dragging others into their gaiety. She looked on in amused happiness as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a little water sprinkler on his brass. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their antics. Their next target was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their sound booster's own brother and not a alien like Prem. One of them smothered his face, while another climbed onto his back and held him for others to spray pee with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a full two minutes, but didn't want to holler at the fry. The minute they were through with Deen, they turned their attention to their best friend's mother. A greater surge of familiarity and tenderness surged forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her good organic structure, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could encircle their hands. Their heads nuzzled her embrace repeatedly, while their hand kept circling and hugging her raw waist and back. Two of them withdrew to fondle her grimace with colour. Manya bent a little lower to enable them to hand her nerve. Two son concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted features, running their colour coated hands in purpose around her brass, nose and neck. Within a few instant Manya felt her saree top fall off while she was bent. She held the sari pallu one mitt without covering herself up because the insistent boys did not gift 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 dilute, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously delicious sight for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to note whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a strong gaze and also saw Prem's dick rigidification in his closely blue jean. 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 hands sought her exposed belly button and his genitals driving force warmly into his favourite asscheeks. His colour coated manus fingered her omphalus from behind an he continued to finger it till he was satisfied that it was filled with red color. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroke and the pressure of his ardent body against her ass. Binu moved his work force from his Mom's big omphalos and ran them all over her creamy belly and exposed dowery of her rosehip. That was a lot of flesh and domain to deal if he had to colorise it fully. He ravished his mother's body with his joyous, festal spot, but the touch for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to keep on a smile while two others were stroking her face and even coated her blushful lips in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused woman and she struggled to observe normalcy in body language. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching groins and with the roue simply pumping their venous blood vessel. Deen thought that he would explode a blood watercraft. He shifted behind a wooden cabinet in the room and started stroking his dick from outside, hidden by the opus of article of furniture. In an equally randy United States Department of State was the strong Prem who couldn't take any long and he too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both booster looked at each knowing and understanding the early's condition. Deen also felt he had an glimmering of the future.

The two friends watched Manya's mature body being felt up in childlike glee and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the minute. It was clean-cut that all the aid on her body was turning her very randy. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in balmy choler towards her son, but to her discomfort two early nipper who couldn't reach Manya's aspect now took over the vacancy created by Binu. Now two pairs of hands were squeezing the sexy mother's massive midriff from behind in wax, absolute frenzy, but the horny womanhood could do aught because they were kidskin and most certainly had no sexual intentions. She allowed them to palpate and colorise her and relaxed her body. The present moment she did that, she felt three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and his Quaker could spray weewee on Manya. At that consequence, as fate would own it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a clunk on her big ass and lay categoric on the floor, saree flung away from her chest, her nipples, breasts, the entire midriff almost upto her bush fully revealed to the world. She writhed around first and tried to wax but all five boy chose that instant to take out their plastic pee sprinklers and spray water on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were aghast and Prem thought he heard a painful groan from his ally. 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 pull through embarrassment for both. Instead he turned to the good deal before him.

The delicious body of the lady of the house was writhing obscenely on the floor while five son simultaneously sprayed water all over her. She didn't even belly laugh or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking in the rain on her face, chest, waist, belly and thigh. The boys soaked her with zestfulness, one of them catching her right on her kitty. Since the nebulizer was strong and focused, Manya let out a moan. Her cunt was already dripping for the conclusion few minutes and mingled with the wetness of their sprinkling and the damp of her sari. Binu, her son was aiming his atomizer right at her bellybutton and he kept the spraying until the water was over. The sight was outrightly vulgar and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated gumshoe ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked body. He was out of control now and so was Manya. The five shaver including Binu may not have understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and he was convinced that if there was one woman in the existence who needed to be fucked into obliviousness, it was sexy Manya. He made a mum vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this secret plan would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the boys ran out of water and left the place, singing out their thanks and good byes. The youthful of them even helped a heaving, writhing Manya to her feet, his hands around her shoulders, and his tool pressing into her face. Even here Manya was not spared and her moan was muffled by the thrusting of a child dick into her face. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy's crotch and to her verbalize stupor, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful face. Her eyes flared and her body throbbed in half naked excitement and confusion.

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

The vivid sexual repercussions of hours of exposure and trunk groping turned the horny mother of two into a volume of advance flesh, that would hitch fervour if the heating plant in her dripping loins was not cooled. Her boobs were trembling on their own accordance and her heavy pelvic arch heaved about gently as if the weight of luxuria was too much. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched physical structure and she could hear herself sobbing in enormous unsatiated lust. Deen was stunned and he went over to withstand his mother by her over bring up berm. The intense oestrus 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 family. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her eyes. His solid powerful look and her lecherousness charged destitute expression met in a perfect central. She was quivering when he held her by the waist. His manly bag made her quiver and she went hitch in Prem's coat of arms. Holding her by her hips, he made her kneel on the floor, removing her saree in one single motion. No words were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy feeling. No wrangle were needed too. He brought out his huge cock and placed it at the entering of her soupy cunt. His hands held her by her wide-cut and hot breasts. The overall heat in her soundbox amazed him even in his own horny land. He withdrew his dick from Manya's cunt after an initial probe. He heard her whimper, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him. The bitch needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to give it.

For the next ten minutes, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his huge rooster in and out of the horny Manya's steamy twat. Her voluptuous body jerked and vibrated under his terrific onslaught. He was simply ravaging her wet and uncoerced golf hole. She began to wail and scream and continued her high pitched response to his steady, hot fortuity into her dynamite pussy. Loud guttural phone came from the horny mother as her son's best champion balled the hell out of her lusty, stacked body. Every inch of her plush figure responded to this volatile nooky. His hired hand mauled her already well mauled boobs. But she felt the grip and heating to be so godforsaken, that she felt her nipples may burst out of her soft and firm hammock. She thrust her souse, hot fanny back at his turncock begging him with groan and beckoning him cryptical with husky grunts. It was mating of the highest saturation and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son's pal and with the main threshold right open. They didn't placard or care. The fucking continued in its illicit chroma till the horny mother felt the maiden flood of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing rhythm, he timed his release to co terminate with the voluptuous married woman's own in series orgasms. He shot loads and loads when he came. Manya felt her unharmed insides being washed with his potent cum and her puss continued to pulsate and cling to fiercely at his ejaculating cock for five more than minutes. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this fountainhead by a cock of this size.

The stud slowly withdrew his peter from his friend's mom's pussy and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the main door was undefendable. It was left open deliberately by Deen himself. He had to snarf back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a Doctor of the Church but a good strong fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the commencement lieu. He sighed and looked down. His dick hung limp, much to his embossment. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly luxuriate act of adultery. He saw his own mother getting the fucking of her life. And she got fucked doggie trend, like a true bitch in heat.

Chapter 10

The extracurricular wife stirred gently, her naked lower body pressed against her young lover's, in a sideways embrace on the base. It was a perfervid, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her full physical structure by hoi polloi of all ages had carried her lecherousness to a summit when she was sprawled wet on the primer before her sons, writhing more out of horniness than any need to fly the coop their drenching of her voluptuous trunk. She opened her eye and looked into Prem's eyes, unaware that her son Deen was in the background, unobserved but watching every movement of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's trench eyes and a waving of gratitude flooded her insides. He was her horse in shining armour who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his shaft still inside her drenched cunt and while stirring noticed that it was still quite operose. She moaned at this discovery of his youth and kissed him softly on his eyes, licking some of the beading of sweat, her work force holding his head, while she felt him doing the same to her face. Prem licked Manya all over her nerve, his backtalk dabbing at her cheeks, neck opening and eyes, while his deal hugged her juicy body even harder to himself in a impregnable motion of take over. Manya was gladdened at this display of fondness and she purred her toleration by thrusting her lush pelvic region even closer into him, feeling his putz set about a hardening summons while her succus began to spread over it. Deen, who had watched his friend give his Mom her difficult ever fuck, took their stirring to be a sign of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the mansion 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 door, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one last spirit at his mother's yummy asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her fount was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a word of farewell gesture. He left the place, leaving the door as it was.

Feeling Prem's dick Begin to dig into her pussycat, Manya arousal was back into reckoning. She twisted her scummy trunk, as if trying to reset the positioning, when her head fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully surface door. Alarmed but not showing any precipitousness in reaction, she relaxed her body against his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature noblewoman's business, decided to close the door. He rose to do so, for which he had to pull in one's horns his erect dick from her quaggy pussy. The sudden void made the horny Manya suspiration and sob but she waited with flaring eyes for him to close down the door. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the entirely piece of garment which she had on. Prem closed the door and turned to the naked, waiting mother. He walked slowly across the room, his heavily dick swaying gently, hitting his stomach with every step. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked, wanton charwoman on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a lounge and continued to look at Manya, with a light in his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled across the room towards him, her riotous body taking five go to arrive at him, each turn highlighting her rich asscheeks in the most obscene manner imaginable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her eye to meet his throbbing dick. Reaching out, she held it by her bridge player, using its ruggedness to get up and front him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his champion's mother. Manya kept stroking his rooster and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem's shaft entered with a swishing sound, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his mind lovingly, while he held his hands up to squeeze and mash her juicy bosom in a clockwise motion, occasionally letting his digit tweak her nipple. Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling into a heaving up and down gesture on the firmly cock, feeling it poke and arrive at justly upto her belly. His rigorousness facilitated great passage for the aphrodisiacal fair sex's thrusts and she did so in dumb and uninterrupted motions, building up a delicious yet searing round. Her son's upright friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in regaining, in the process helping herself to more and More of his cock. The well orchestrated sex lasted five slow, loving bit where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their bodies seemed like parts of one entity and looked concluded only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurts were long and deep, each spurt being succeeded by another low but not rapidly shortening burst. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest late tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off balance, but allowing her to savour the speciality, hold and sheer joy of physical bonding with her Young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his eyes and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a good friend of his. He looked like a boy with strong interiors and discretion. When he kissed her there was cacoethes, and there was also tutelage. The satiated mother suddenly wondered whether she would feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The idea made her tremble but she realized that there was little to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the lips. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was certain that the day was near when Binu would kiss her on the lip. He was aggressive and he was physical. On her part she would finish none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent emergence and mail discordant impulses about sexuality. They had to learn about sex the born way and they had to watch about sexual propriety also the natural way, even if it was a bit check and at the cost of her own discomfort. All her life, she never said no to a hug and never refused an improvement from decent male person. For her son she believed that the slap-up study was self discipline. But deep within she felt that she may have to play a function in Deen's realization. He was too still, 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 putz half out of her ravished slit, she decided that the import was later.

The clock time 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 door and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of issue. There could not have been a better day for her lush, sex starved body. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her full cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton exhibit before the entire vicinity and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny males of all ages throughout a wet morning time. Following that, she had been given a weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his stool and now Prem completed her day with two of the most robust piece of tail her destitute body had ever been given. The marvellous matter about it all was that none of her smasher made her tactile property slutty about the wholly thing. She still felt she was in command."Was the day make out"? she wondered with a smile. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any arcminute and Binu a slight later, she picked up her dampen saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped them for washout finally and with a suspiration, examined her nude body in the mirror. Her voluptuous boob hung like ripe fruit on her broad, fair chest and as she moved her hands over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive waist and belly. Her fingers stopped at her belly button. For a indorsement she dug into it gently as if to find out and discover what was it that made her son Binu so enamoured by it. The moment her fingerbreadth stroked inside its depths, she felt a moistening in her loin and a throb right down from her downhearted abdomen. She could find her pussycat come alive and the nervous impulse almost carried upto her bellybutton. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for foster probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a pussy to her, displaying the same wanton receptivity and craving. Now is this what her son loved to explore, she thought with a sense of surprise, but not with any consternation. She was never alarmed by someone wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it was Deen. Having no clock time to clip, she took a biggish towel and wrapped it around her full phase of the moon, naked kind and went to open the door. Along the way, as was her habit, her right hired man, wound its way under the towel to caress her kitty, which had spate of Prem's cum on it. It was nice to feel the gunk and she slipped nearly half her finger inside her twat, to gather all the wetness. Before any serious probing could begin she reached the door and opened it with her left hired hand, removing her right hand from her pussy at the same 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 face with her right hand.

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

Deen felt the acuteness of the olfactory perception from his mother's script and inhaled, confused over its origin."Your hand smells peculiar Mom, what's it ? ”, he asked, entering the way and placing the pocketbook on the dining table.

Getting a offset, Manya fumbled for a moment before replying"Oh, it was the grievous bodily harm I was trying to get unresolved for washing clothes when you rang the toll ”.

"You must be hungry Mom, let's have food. Binu will derive later ”, said Deen, spreading out the photographic plate and beginning to serve out the hot Taiwanese food into two plates.

Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly ate for the following ten minutes, not at all surprised at how thirsty they were.There was no quotation about the doc Deen had left the house to call. On coating, Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and rose to wash her hands. Deen watched her movements with interest, particularly observing her immense asscheeks jutting out at the basis of her hips and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare berm looked creamier than they did in her atrociously minuscule blouse and the exposed area from her human knee to her bare base served a hornlike reminder of the day's events and the high octane action mechanism his mother's alky consistency had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trouser as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a surprised attention when she said"I'm going to bath Deen and I'll vociferation you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need help to get the color fully off ”.

"Sure Mom,"he mumbled, not indisputable whether his mother noticed the gawk in his throat.

Manya turned on the exhibitioner and for the inaugural time since the previous day, began to enjoy a full fledged bath. She felt the urine cascade over her bountiful breasts and flow teasingly all over her body, scads of it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her rage and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her fountainhead ravished, glowing form and for a good ten minute she revelled in the twin pleasures offered by the strong shower and her own friction. She couldn't say that she missed having a bathroom with all the merciless dunking she received that morn, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy soundbox. The bathtub now was actually relaxing. She observed the glowing on her face with a spicy smile and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't range it to rinse the colour away.

"Deen could you please come and help me ”, she called out through the half open air door. She had left the door open for Deen to come in in later, but was herself au naturel during her deluxe bath. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly splendid body through the vertical puss at the nook of the threshold and the minute she called out, he entered just in time to see her wrap her towel around her waist and turn her back towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's wide-eyed wet back with the voiced physique around her burst out waistline. She had tied the towel almost at the kickoff of her asscrack. Her back was red from all the colouring, except in small temporary hookup where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soap men to affect her at the waist, his hands getting drawn to the aphrodisiac folds on either slope on their own. The sexy female parent 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 drive back him, she let him obtain her by her naked waist for a while, before whispering"My back Deen. Remove all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a flush, he moved his men, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like full breasts. Manya had her workforce across her breast and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped sealed ruby areas where the people of colour didn't total off easily. Manya didn't tone anything adverse in either his rubbing or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scrub of his mom's lush back that his hands got dull and slower and his breathing heavier. The sexy female parent felt her son's breath on her raw, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool him. She quickly turned on the exhibitor and the atomizer of cool piss wet both mother and son as they stood within a foot of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, unable to hold his erection. He was drenched too within no time and heard his mother's full laughter.

Her married man's disgusting behavior last night had left Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kiss and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the outback tinge of remorse for having left her high school and dry at his honcho'party and now showed infrangible unfeelingness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a calendar week. The fountainhead stacked wife felt that she didn't merit his attitude or his property. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her naked body as if in reassurance but realized with a smile that the gamy electromotive force fucking she had been receiving over the last couple of days were a far bang-up assurance of her desirability. And the fact that she was able to make teenage scantling to her mature, luscious eubstance and leave them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a tote up flesh attractor who drew men and male child of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of tone and credit crunch which her younger son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her eubstance to people rather than the creative thinker and she resigned herself to the fact.

midway through her self-examination, 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 book binding. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her husband's presence in the bedroom. Her comfort spirit level with nudity had been rising over clock time and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The moment Deen left the house, Manya raised her nude torso off the bed and went across to shut the door. She was naked in the authority that she would now be alone in the sign. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the sofa and spread one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the early leg down. Keeping her hand around the let down abdominal cavity, she clicked the television on and saw some songs being telecast. The randy housewife looked quite repulsive in that posture with her pink cuntlips being blanket open in case there was a viewer. Crusted cum depositary decorated her internal thighs and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two raunchy turn, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to imagine herself in the hands of the various lesser artistes who always got to grope and find the atomic number 82 danseuse in those songs. A lunar time period of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would look on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and solid male person social dancer. She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy telephone number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the buzzer ring. The aphrodisiacal housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no clothes were within reach.

"Who's it ?"she called out from her obscene post on the sofa. She was relieved to listen a female voice answer. It was Sana'a, the neighbour's XVII year old daughter. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a minute ”, called out the nude woman as she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a small towel over her chest and went to unfold the door for Sana, her back fully bare and her white meat bouncing and jutting out through the fragile towel.

Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature fair sex's dead body from head to toe. Manya was her idol and Sanaa's reason for idolizing her was that all the neighbourhood son, kept talking only about Manya in total lust and awe rather than about unseasoned girls like herself. Even her swain Sam joked that if Sana'a had an ass like Manya's, he would take in a intemperately time warding off former guys from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon vine like tit, swung freely, unfettered by any restrictive clothing. She was also perplexed that Manya's nipples were raise even at this time of the day. She knew little about Manya's appetite for hard sex and her ever steamy temperament. In her eyes she was the good housewife who couldn't aid it if she was blessed with a fountainhead stacked, ping out body. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every time the teenager poked her waistline to differentiate her she was very suitable even for char. It was upbeat banter. Suddenly Sana said,

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

A bit gravel, 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 concerned and asked her"Who went screwball Sanaa"?.

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

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the ingenuous girl. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in future. Time flew and it was getting closer to lunch prison term. Suddenly Sana'a suggested that they should order lunch from their class restaurant. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to cook. Sana quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering enough food for thought to take care of Deen, Binu and a couple of others also if necessary.

The food arrived shortly and with the food came Salman and Sam. Both were at the restaurant when Sana called and they decided to bring it themselves. Salman had Manya in mind while Sam had Sana'a also in mind. When Manya saw the boys make it, she slipped into the bedroom and put on a idle 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 recognise the boys.

The guys were in high feel with Sam constantly teasing sana and salman giving hungry looks towards Manya. After a piece, Manya decided to fetch the plates and lay the food on the table. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The moment they went into the kitchen, Salman caught storage area of the luscious married woman by her generous hips and thrust into her saree cover ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her tits. Manya resisted for a spell in soreness but knew that she couldn't for too long. She kept eyeing the keep elbow room, hoping that Sana'a wouldn't suddenly decide to help oneself out too. Manya's hands tried to assemble some home and smasher together while her pussy tried to struggle off the gushing juices from rich within her loins. The Pres Young teenager showed great anxiety in his mauling of the well endowed wife's body from head to toe. His hands covered her clothed form everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his mitt right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a strong grip. Manya gasped and let out a faint squeal. Her body began to feel the familiar concussions and her tit were already quivering from his pawing. She was scared they would be heard. Salman suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen,"Hey Sam we forgot the rice but brought all the early sweetheart. Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sana may like to come with you. ”.

"Sure Salman,"said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by the two guys. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his clock time with the beauteous Sana while Salman had the lush and sexy Manya free and horny. The door closed and the floodgates opened for the unlawful pair. Standing in the like piazza, Manya and Salman began a rapid attack fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen board. In the last two days the kitchen table was used for anything but food preparation. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his young typeface as he pumped into her, Manya was all raptures as the young stud's thrusts drove the blues of her husband's neglect away. Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous spring, cupped them lovingly at kickoff but only to roughly chat up them as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Manya's lust skyrocketed to great heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheat sex starved body. Five instant of ceaseless pounding into the concupiscent housewife's slit had Salman spewing out spoonfuls of seed trench inside her uterus, hugging her wholesome body ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Manya to be so ravished. His muscularity pleased her and his rooster still felt strong inside her soppy pussy even after the battering he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his clapper greedily.

Not letting Salman's turncock out of her cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in small leaps towards the bedchamber. A storm Salman understood her intention and let himself hop along with her right onto her bed. The feel of his still tumid rooster in her cum washed pussy continued to stoke the fires in her belly. She craved for another pounding. A Pres Young man always came quickly first. But Thomas Young cock dead reckoning back to erection quickly too. Her right body could never be satisfied with a bingle round of sex. She craved for the next round ravenously. She was a bunny rabbit for the second piece of ass. She was a slave to young cock.

Knowing they had at least another ten proceedings the sex charged distich took off on the two-timing mother's marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent pregnant month with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into delicious slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her psyche fucked out of her by the neighborhood he-man. Again here, he was fucking her bow-wow style. She was on all Little Joe and he was ramming her juicy cunt from behind. Their conflate juices trickled out down her stacked second joint to inebriate the bed sheet fully. The fucking and the soak continued for the side by side ten minutes, during which the horny charwoman mewled, screamed and cried out on exaltation without the reverence of being heard. She gave full-of-the-moon outlet to her bursting passion by imploring him to fuck her hard and true.

"Fuck me hard Salman ”, she begged."fucking my putz starved pussy. Fuck your acquaintance's horny Mom,"she wailed, storm Salman with her unconstraint. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs. M could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was extramarital. He literally rammed and rammed his steely prick in and out of her pulsating cunt till the microscope stage came when she was about to cream. He could feel her cunt muscular tissue tighten around his thrusting dick and the milking get Thomas More phrenetic. His downright mauling of her heave white meat reached large proportionality and finally both of them collapsed in a raft on the creaking bed, going through convulsive orgasm with Salman lying on top of the mature woman's huge ass, sweating and panting, while Manya herself sobbed and panted her way through her release. The mating couple looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five hour to disentangle themselves from each early's hold.

Salman pulled up his trousers and said"Let me help you crop Mrs. M ”, and went over to insert her saree into her shank. He squeezed the flesh there in approval, drawing a groan from the well fucked mother. They tidied each former up as best as they could and went into the living way just in time to hear the ship's bell. Sam and Sana entered with flushed expression on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any doubtfulness and the two couples ate in come silence. It was a replete meal and took More than 15 minutes. Manya felt a little soreness in her pussy and once in a spell cupped it with her left hand in the track of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his lips. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's pastime create a farther ripple in her lower belly.

After the meal, Sana said she had to attend an art course and requested her brother to overleap her. She wanted to be free of Sam because of the fear of any dubiety in aunt Manya's mind about them. Aunt Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state of matter, as Salman led his babe out of the home, agreeing to drop her. He closed the doorway shut behind him, not looking at Sam.

Sam cast a glance at the still mother succeeding to him. She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her saree having fallen off from her creamy articulatio humeri. He placed his manpower gently on her lower, exposed belly and ran it in set, feeling the sissiness and caressing it. Manya gave him a commonplace grin but did not stop him. She however said,"I'm tired Sam ”.

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

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

"Don't vexation Mrs M. Just lie down on the couch. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the hand of the sexy housewife and made her lie down straight on the sofa. Sam kissed her look all over lovingly and even lapped her sweat drop in a tender show of affection. He kept kissing her for a full five minute all over her face and sassing, holding her full shoulders and then gradually moved his head to lay to rest it in the full mounds on her pectus. He bit the pap though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this metre making Manya prehend his head. He spent another five bit on her breasts, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her entire and huge midriff. Manya gasped as his back talk found her navel and let out a fully wound up moan, long enough to let him empathise that he had her almost at his clemency. After his nibbling covered the full territory of her belly and exposed hips, she was a panting mass of flesh before him. The sexy mother heaved her rose hip and jerked them towards his face. The very understanding, spiritualist mountain lion then raised the horny mother's saree up to her shank and dipped his head right into the mature char's twat. His knife probed like a paintbrush into her dripping cunt and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's soundbox throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her bridge player gripped his hair's-breadth and she pushed his head into her steaming cunt, so that his natural language could go rich and deeper. Sam obliged the lecherousness aroused older woman, inhaling her musky aroma with a garish sniff, which made her purulent mouth dance with delight and passion. Sam led the sore woman out of her soreness with his finesse and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, ramification splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ nooky Me'written in bluff letters all over her juicy, well used body. She looked pleadingly towards her young devotee, her eyes doing the asking.

Sam felt her pussy and it was so soaked and dripping that he felt she could hire three dicks. He thrust his hand first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his hand and brought out his hard and tidal bore dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the married cleaning woman's horny twat, feeling her twat brawniness spring up from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her green goddess leave her as Sam began a slow and sweetie fucking motion. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His shaft had also got itself out of the first shtup precipitation with Sanaa earlier and right now he was well poised to give this horny mother a deliciously long fucking. He knew she would love it.

Long, deep and unfluctuating came the strokes of his cock in and out of Manya's pussy. She raised her hips to provide the counter poke and he held her hips to support the thrusts. Their soundbox moved in perfect regular recurrence as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor. The sedate start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five minutes. Incredibly their fucking continued unabated for another five minutes till Sam felt Manya's pussy muscles gripping his peter harder and harder until they suddenly released their hold. He gave one concluding violent jab into her churn pussy just then to time his handout with hers. Both their departure were noiseless, filled with mutual ease and understanding. It was the mating of souls.

Manya never felt this fountainhead loved before. She hugged Sam hard to herself and lavished his face with hot and sweaty kisses for tenacious bit. She lay in his arms for a long meter, feeling the passion drain out of her fountainhead fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt overbold and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like a lawful cleaning lady. Sam on his constituent, looked smug and mental object, watching the half naked mother's beautiful features which looked better each meter they made honey. If only she'd agree, she'd give a dandy and natural exemplar for his encounter or camera.

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

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the good afternoon and Manya's ripe body was already pleasured by four offspring studs, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive devotee. Each was a unlike experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, decompress sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her audio but raised her release point to untouched peaks. The loosen up fucking spread the impulses to all parts of her aphrodisiac dead body making every stoma of her skin glow in response. Here, lying publicise ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that freshness, making Sam gaze in carry on amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring eyes. Then her eyes turned lenient and she reached out her arm to him. Sam sat following to her and embraced her, his bridge player cupping her radiant face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lust temporarily out of her system was a bit concerned about the meter. In about half an hr, her sons would arrive. Her husband would number to hoard his bags before leaving for his flight but she could never forecast the fourth dimension of his arrival. But she was sure he would leave soon after his arrival in a tearing hurry. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much Sir Thomas More metre they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big bosom softly. His after sex play was very ship's boat and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet lip from his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say.

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

Manya blushed beautifully at his wicked line, her hand involuntarily moving to her puss hummock, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must have secreted a bottle full of succus, or dearest if she were to believe his flattery. She kept cupping her pussy while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his role let his hired hand roam freely on her full breasts. Their bodies once again exchanged the warmth of perfect physical apprehension. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the honey exam"?

Fully understanding his musical theme, Manya turned redder than ever before. Though the estimate excited her, she knew they had very trivial or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that spear carrier limited manner. But she was confused and lost for time. Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of honey. Before the aphrodisiac married woman could spill the beans, he opened it and poured a few drops right onto her puffed up, well ravished kitty-cat. That made the beautiful woman gasp in delight and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread the honey all over her pussy back talk, dragging the afters fluid deeper to encircle her love bud. The horny housewife's peg were wrapped around her Loretta Young lover's head on the sofa, her mitt on his head, with his question buried in her juicy snap. She was already sweaty and naked and his delightful act generated promote heat in her soundbox, causing her luscious rose hip to start a slacken plodding against his overlapping face. Her cunt was a batch with her own succus, his cum and the honey. The resultant taste and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved womanhood's body for years 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 physical structure at his disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the raise homemaker's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell gang. 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 petticoat with the honey treated juices dripping from her heated cunt. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the hidrosis, soundly fucked housewife, opened the door to let in her nestling. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their disheveled female parent. Her physical structure was sweaty, hair uncombed and her fleshy middle glistened with perspiration. Sweat had dampened her wax segmentation too and Binu found his mother's breasts to be fascinating mound by themselves. Instead of his common front towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his typeface into her heavy segmentation, his work force rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every pore of his full bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the robust spread from the restaurant.

In the class of feeding her kids, Manya got back to sanity until Binu suddenly noticed the nursing bottle of honey lying on the keep room table and said"Mom do we use love for any of these things to taste respectable ?"

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

It was just before her Logos finished their food that the cheating mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen door. He did so but not before grabbing the lusty housewife by her shank and giving a long and wet kiss on her full phase of the moon lips. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen threshold. Hoping that her Son had not heard the kiss, the lusty mother returned to clear the mesa, while her Son went to change their apparel. She felt sticky all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had slurped away most of the beloved and oceanic abyss within she could still feel the light pat of his spit all over her insides. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bath before her bodily messiness was too obvious to her kids.

The bath was cleansing more than refreshing for the straying wife and mother. In the class of ten mo she wiped out every trace of her hot sex sessions that her dead body could behave. What she could not wipe out was the supernumerary fresh glowing on her human face which came only from good, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the bathing tub, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a White person, semi transparent sari and wore it without a petticoat. She also matched it with a Patrick Victor Martindale White blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her hips and settled at the lowest possible level. It did look like it would fall right off her juicy body any moment. The crystalline grain gave plentiful hints of her cut down Vannevar Bush and good second joint from the front and her well rounded but firm asscheeks from the arse. With her full moon embodied magical spell being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a starve saint in white. Her beautiful face was relegated to the background by her opulent curved shape protruding fully out of her flimsy saree and tight blouse. Wanting to spend some time with her youngster, she walked towards Deen's elbow room. On the way she heard the bell. She opened the door to see the flower vender. She gave him his most heavenly sight of the day, her full tit showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff exposed all the way down to her boneheaded black Bush. She saw his eyes focused on the V region between her second joint and crossed them as if to puff his attention. His gaze right into her bush sent a modest pleasure impulse through her physical structure. She allowed him to caress her handwriting while giving the flowers. Even as the doorway was open she lifted her hands above her head to secure the flowers in her hair. In doing so the housewife's entire middle embedded with that bass and provocative bellybutton was on show to the flower seller. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the ma'am as much as tripped, her wholly saree would number untied, leaving her brilliant, fleshy charms open to the public. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy mother entered Deen's room to get hold Binu also there. Deen was at his table studying while Binu was on the bed trying to interpret something. Manya took a Christian Bible and slipped next to Binu, lying on her breadbasket. She took one of her ducky romantic novels to read. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into sparse air, revealing her well toned and fairish calves. Deen looked at his sexy female parent's conformation. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white saree and being on her tum, her well-endowed waist and hips were totally exposed to their gaze. The cover of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about 80 percent of her spinal column bare right up to her asscrack. With prime in her hair's-breadth she looked every inch a St. Bridget on her wedding ceremony Night and in that minimal vesture she looked a bride who ached for a shtup. Manya turned around suddenly onto her spine while interpretation. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally sail off her shoulder and the bottom of the saree was now almost midway up her thighs. Manya kept reading material, seemingly incognizant of the body video display she was putting on. Her attire was nothing new before her tike and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her ample thighs. Her breasts rose and fell with each breathing spell and her belly responded with smaller heaving move of its own. She looked a delectable piece of beaut and Deen felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd body language. He saw Binu also notice their horny mother.

Binu swung into action very soon. He kept his Christian Bible aside and placed his head on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not make any sudden movement. Binu began his exploratory physical exertion of his female parent's fleshy diaphragm. He first kissed it all over in slow and steady licks. He concentrated on the delicate and sensitive zone around her oceanic abyss navel and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her hand on her son's oral sex lightly but did not look down. Binu carried his fascination for his mother's hot physical structure to higher levels when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the sexy mother squeal and joke. But both mother and son again settled into their several pursuits. Manya could feel the tide rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each nybble into her navel. The juice gushed out a bit from her cunt. She was sure that Binu could sniff her arousal odour. If Binu sniffed it he didn't show it but his manus now fully encircled his mother's big pelvic arch and drew her lush lower soundbox further into his boldness. Manya's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet candy kiss lavished by her younger son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and ready for fucking from the way in which she was writhing her hips trying to appear normal. Her horniness carried across the room towards him and when he saw her facial expression, the inconvenience features starkly reflected the burning lust within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their skins when he moved his head closer to Manya's embrace and said"Mom, when was the last time I had milk from your knocker"? A astonied Manya looked at her son's head which was just a few inches from her good tit. Deen felt his peter harden at the ken of his younger crony looking at his Mom's breast while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her saree top off.

"You were very young then Binu. You can not drink any more than now from them ”, she whispered in reply 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 female parent and Deen aghast. His manus were still on her fleshy, almost fully exposed pelvic girdle. Her saree had slipped even lower and Deen could see that the beginnings of his female parent's lower hips. Binu's bridge player was resting on that ridiculously exposed part as he talked.

The sexually inconvenience mother managed to mussitate,"No milk will come out now Binu ”. But Manya's younger son would not assume this for an answer. He kept pestering her to set aside him to taste her Milk River in a childish demonstration of bullheadedness. Deen wondered whether his buddy was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the situation. Suddenly to his utter amazement and wild foreplay, he saw his fountainhead breasted get unbutton her blouse and whip out one full boob and hurl it into Binu's accepting mouth. His cock ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her pinhead into her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just kept silent as Binu feasted on his mother's dummy while his hands were still placed on her full-of-the-moon, exposed pelvis. Deen adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn't take his middle off that wild wad. Binu kept suckling for one good minute, during which Manya simply sat back, head teacher up, chest out, wearing a smiling that occasionally turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no movement to remove her son's foreland from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snigger saying that there was no milk and the discernment was not as secure as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the present moment even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the same exposed pose asked her elder son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was gruelling and his Lucille Ball were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sense of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her hips upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of her thigh. In a mo she turned and in the same articulated lorry naked experimental condition, slept with her book binding to her son Deen, showing him the good 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 consistency of his Mom, a few feet away, bursting all over with curve ball, the Cy Young son fished out his prick and stroked it smoothly, taking aid not to make any sound. He kept looking at his mother's massive derrierre and peered to site the asscrack throughout his frantic onanism. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his eyes off his female parent's well endowed ass and came in big squirt, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Manya did not realize what Deen was doing but was lost in her own existence of lust after all the attention she got from her son. It did not get at her mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her succus started all over again. Her compensate hand rested again on her kitty-cat through her transparent saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete stroke since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single cause of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a patch Deen rose deciding that he had to submit a walk of life to cool down off. Binu had already gone off to his friend's place. He whispered into his mother's ear that he would be gone for an minute or so and Manya nodded in her partial slumber. Deen took one look at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and absolute smasher of her face. He also noted that her saree had now gone right past her thighs to just a few inches below her hot kitty-cat. He left the family and locked the threshold behind him before he burst a blood vessel.

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the house, Manya heard the front doorway ring again. Knowing that it was her married man she rose and quickly went to unfold it. Desh entered the household in a hurry but paused only for a while to take in his wife'attire and dreamy look. In that whiteness saree she looked a pipe dream. But the saree looked like it would slip one's mind right off her body. He caught her by the hips, surprise Manya. Instead of the fondling and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the sheep pen of the sari and tried to tuck them higher around her shank. The saree refused to obligate and he let it decrease again. Manya held her husband by the shoulder, hoping that his planned difference for a workweek would prepare him a bit more amorous. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedroom to pack his dish. He took a few instant and came back again to the living elbow room to hold a brief osculation to his stunning wife. Manya limply accepted the kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his head trip. Even those knightly attempts she had made to stroke his peter through his pant did not jerking life into Desh. Life could not have got more rag for the endearing wife.

Not wanting to allow imprint to swing out her, she readjusted her habiliment around herself, slipped on a petticoat underneath her whiten saree and a sinister bra under her flannel blouse. She waited for Deen and Binu to return.

Her two sons were well-chosen when their female parent suggested that they go to the moving-picture show. Manya simply decided to guide her mind off all things sexual. The three of them reached the picture palace house got their tickets. With Manya in the midriff, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom interior. A crew of topical anesthetic early days gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's souse ass sway away from them in a mind blowing manner. Manya ignored them like she always did. Inside, while watching the film, both Word held their Mom's paw from either face possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his elbows frequently brushed against the English of her chest. Manya relaxed against his articulatio cubiti after a while, engrossed in the film. Once in a patch she felt Binu's hands on her thigh whenever a funny scene came on screen. He would just rack her thigh and remove his hand. Manya became more and Sir Thomas More aware of Binu's handwriting after that. By the end of the film, Binu had elbowed her pap almost throughout the moving picture and squeezed her intimate thigh at to the lowest degree seven to eight clip. Deen observed most of this and only kept caressing his laborious peter without his Mom's notice. Manya was confused from all the happenings, but also very wet between her thighs. Her body knew only one way to react to caresses and that was by secreting plenteous love juices.

When the photographic film ended they rose to leave alone. There was a long and winding stairway leading to the exterior. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother's hand and walked down the stairs along with the movie going crowd. There were plenty of Guy who were eyeing the rich body of Manya and some of them came right behind her and chafe their dicks hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at least five of them grind their pecker into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a distich of strong kneads. Manya didn't want to make a scene there and silently endured this vulgar aid that was lavished on her well stacked eubstance with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the cuddling and groping being received by his scrumptious mother. It drove his shaft into overdrive and he stored some of the simulacrum for masturbatory computer address later in the dark. 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 hold out anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the situation she put her arms around her two sons and the trio left for home. They had a light source dinner party on reaching base and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his female parent whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner, Deen could sense his chum's queasiness and avidity to wind up his feeding. He saw his Mom go to her bedroom for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the brothers could see that she had hardly changed. The sexy lady of the house had merely removed her underskirt and bra and was still in that seductive sari that exposed all her treasures to the world. Binu cuddled up to his full bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly clit, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the lights and sneak up to the bedroom door which was unlocked. Through a small slit at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a Nox lamp. He could make believe out their shift and moving strain and heard his beautiful Mom murmur many a time. He didn't hear Binu's articulation but only his mother's diffuse moans and murmurs. His chum had one leg thrown over his sexy Mom's hips. He was hugging into her from prat, his headspring on her beautiful cervix, his dick pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a individual stratum of flimsy garment. His manus which was exploring her juicy omphalus kept wandering all over her huge, defenseless midsection. His Mom did not say anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of the night, at that instant, the telephony rang next to Manya and her dormant son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

Manya shifted herself onto her back and took the receiver to her ear. Binu's forefront now rested right hand in the mall of her stomach, his lips just where he loved, on her umbilicus. Her saree pallu was off and flung aside. It was Ram on the phone.

Manya felt the flow of blood quicken through her. Binu's succor had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not stop him. She also realized that she probably did not want to block up him. She was fully wet from feeling his young cock against her full-of-the-moon ass and his eager stroking of her belly and hips added fuel to her raging fires.

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

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

"Mmmmmm, ”, moaned Manya both as a reply and in response to the darting investigation which Binu's glossa had just given to her belly clitoris. Her juices were in full phase of the moon stream now.

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

"Saame here. I miss you now,"whispered Manya into the phone, pressing her entrust helping hand over her boob after noticing that Binu's head was down on her belly, licking and gnawing her flesh. She gave a pant when she felt her son's spit rotate deeply in her navel.

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

"Yes, I'm OK, dear,"mumbled Manya, now feeling her son's script encircle her pelvis fully while he sucked into her stomach. Her saree had slipped well below her hips now from the top and she could palpate Binu's helping hand encounter her speed butt and cup the flesh warmly."Mmmmmm ”, she moaned, out of control condition again.

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

"Lapplander affair is happening to me here ”, whispered the horny housewife to her illicit fan while her son's tongue continued to desolate her lush belly. His dresser was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered whether he could feel her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her left deal mashed her breasts over her thin blouse and she tweaked her teat by herself and let out another long moan. Binu took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother.

"Someday we must do it in role, on my desk ”, teased Ram. That made Manya's blood rush and she barely managed a reply trying to battle the impulses of her son's thrashing of her navel. His manpower were actually now caressing the naked fortune of her speed ass, the unaired he got so far. From a distance it appeared to the watching Deen that his pal was actually squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her cunt. Her conversation awakened his curiosity and craned his ear to listen.

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

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

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly call down wife, her voice breaking away as a photoflood of succus washed over her insides. This shoemaker's last telephone circuit did it to her. The searing lecherousness caused by her lover's lewd talk and her son's uninterrupted loving worship of her heated body carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's head hard as her juices oozed out of her pussy with a force that wet her saree around her crotch. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his promontory so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his breast which was pressed against his Mom's warm lap. The lap had been getting heater and heater. He had felt a sudden frisson and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her bellybutton, past the huge belly soil that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glaze over look. She had muttered a good dark and tossed the telephone set away, her font and chest panting. Binu saw his female parent's glorious boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her fork and her saree was bunched up around her hips, leaving her thigh fully naked. His tool ached and throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had followed region of her suggest conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the phone"?

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

Her elder son, who was watching this explosive double sourced orgasm of his oversexed female parent, knew better than that.

Chapter 14

he perversely thrilling sight of his sexy, half naked mother getting an climax talking to her husband's foreman while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage cock into overuse. He groaned inwardly and ran into his sleeping room clutching his peter. He pulled out an old photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that night making sure that he came on his Mom's nerve in the photograph. His mother's unconstraint flashed vividly across, each time he masturbated. At the end of each interjection 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 extracurricular adventure in future.

The oversexed mother, in the lag felt herself sticky and wet both inside and alfresco. While her gushing juices washed her insides, her untested son's midriff and navel defeat left her sticky all over the midriff. She looked down after her release to his head which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His pectus pressed against her pussy through the sheer white saree, which was wet around the privates. Both his hands were around her pelvis and his right hand was infact cupping her exposed upper butt. For a second she was ashamed of herself for sexual climax rightfield when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the pity turned to a barbarian joy. Binu's nibbling had turned her flack on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram's vociferation came. His lewd talking was the trigger she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the impulsion. Now, after her sexual climax, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire second joint region exposed. She could feel her puss spasm mildly against Binu's breast and wondered how it would hold been in the course of instruction of her earpiece talk and orgasm. The cerebration made the straying wife quiver. And the shiver brought out some excess luxuria from her loins. She was still troubled despite her discharge because she hadn't been fucked. Her ripe body hadn't received its do it sedation. 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 view. His body had drifted away but his read/write head was now right on her crotch. But he was fast numb with a one-half smile on his rim. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how meddlesome her son's lips had been the premature Night. They seemed to need to simply devour her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Binu realized the outcome his squeezing and kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't take his acts to be out rightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsess with her body, especially her navel point and ass. Gently she lifted her son's forefront from her warm and weaken pelvic expanse and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree evenfall right off her juicy consistence onto the base. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was one-half past five. The beautiful housewife went butt end naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at to the lowest degree an 60 minutes before either of her sons woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the same one-half nude state. She put on a petticoat and a black bra. She wore the same Stanford White sari and blouse over the unmentionable and decided to catch some fresh, ahead of time morning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into the freshness of the dawn, towards the jogger's park situated about 100 grounds from her house. Her white sari highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her squeeze play waistline flesh, while the black bra only served to draw sharp aid to her beautifully shape boob through the white blouse. Her navel was the instant draw from the presence, peering out invitingly through the sheer white saree. Her hindquarters view was irresistible with her sound bum swaying provocatively with each step while her exposed upper hips and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet dreaming. To the secretly following Deen, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.

Manya felt more and more fidgety between her thigh as she walked. The nip in the air played with her pelt, making her mamilla poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the night's foreplay in her loin and her slow body sway suggested that she was indeed in intimate need. Her son followed her from a aloofness of about 50 meters, taking care not to be observed. Every passerby turned and ogled the sexy mother as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some usage. On reaching the park after giving scores of intemperately on on the way, the bilk wife sought a slightly secluded spot and sat in meditation posture under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"hullo Mrs. M, goodness good morning ”.

Looking up with a start, she saw Salman's father in jogging attire. The stocky fifty year old man had been lusting after her sybaritic consistence for a while now. Manya also felt her frame stiffen under his hot look. She was unsounded as he sat next to her under the tree diagram, not more than a few inches from her.

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

"Yes ”, she sighed, and felt his strong and rough out script on her shoulder. The warm touch modality made her loins wet and her already aroused body responded on its own.

"It's a ruth so much of lulu is being wasted. Let me show you the new varieties of pink wine over there"he pointed towards an even more sequestrate spot, holding her waist in the Sami motion, as if to help her.

With a blandness that surprised even her, the horny homemaker rose and allowed herself to be led towards the spot, his warm grip heating her physical structure all over. She blamed it on the other break of the day horniness, but gave in to the older man's progression, recollecting his steely clutches over her shank, hips and wet ass during the Holi dunking.

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

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

"You mean randy admirers ”, she smiled, looking at his bulging private parts. As was her habit, she didn't make any relocation but only waited for his initiative.

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

Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his action and the thickness of his shaft. Her palm enclosed it well and fully and the steely center jerked eagerly in her custody. A moan escaped her mouth and she began a behind jolt gesture. Her body was hot now and her succus began the outward journey down her plushy second joint. Salman's Father was a man of little public lecture and all military action, which suited the straying married woman well. He placed his voluptuous target on the grass under the tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, house hand to do by her organic structure. She lay monotonous on the dry land as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single motion, he lifted the ashen saree right over the indigent housewife's carnival and creamy second joint and grabbed her juicy cuckoo. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for safety device. Her wetness surprised the older man and the heat of her twat only made his hunger tiptop. He bent and throw his midst cock into her soaked pussy almost immediately. He began the hard pumping, first in quick thrusts, which tapered into gasping deadening 1. His hired hand reached out and gripped her aching breasts, making the shape quiver. The horny married woman writhed under his onslaught and her love rose, making her hips rise to meet every poke of her elderly buff. The squishy sounds of his dick plundering her puss filled the still air and even in that state, the horny, extramarital woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not know however that her own son was peeping and earshot, unseen from a distance, in a state of extremum arousal and excitement.

The older man's wooden-headed cock pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive slit. The betimes morning dew soaked the discover persona of the horny housewife's waistline, back and legs, which was a lot of her wholesome body at that bit. She lay sprawled on the wet grass, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the elder man whose son had fucked the daylights out of her ravishing body just the previous day. The open air fucking charged her full-blooded eubstance into renewed vigor. Manya raised her rose hip to meet every single thrust of his with a force that surprised the stocky man. The hawkshaw clasping tycoon of the cheating wife below him took the cockcrow vigor out of him and in less than five bit, he was spurting out his cum, mashing her broad breast savagely. The spurt of his cum hit her inscrutable interior and the beautiful char got her day's first seed blast in the betimes hours, when she was lying half naked in the parking area, obscenely surrendering her alcoholic, horny body to Salman's father, while many early woman of the house were taking brisk walking less than 20 cadence away.

As the older man rose from the sexy consistency 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 hold a five minute lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to collect her clothes over her wet thigh. The saree was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The soften saree stuck to the curves of her ass, causing a very awaken crack. From a distance of twenty dollar bill meters, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously aphrodisiac and positively vulgar at that time of the morning, with the wench chirping around her. Her torso looked so utilize and incongruous with the overbold surroundings with all the damp grime on her. He did not see her getting her day's first nookie, but he could hear it. He remained in his advantage position even after Salman's father had left. He saw his sexy female parent adjust her saree and recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of meat of the park and motion towards the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a brief treatment after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the adulterous char with Salman. Deen could only view a function of the picture behind the tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and bend her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi vertical pose. He was on his knees, making thrusting move, prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous female parent was on all fours, getting fucked doggie elan by the new stud. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen crazy and he began a tenacious and gruelling jerking of his putz, watching the facial verbalism of Salman as he vigorously fucked his female parent. The passionateness was too high and he came much to begin with than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into the Dubya before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the Park dwelling house, thinking that it would be upright to reach before his Mom returned from her early dawning escapade. He could distinctly hear Salman call his female parent a bitch as he rammed into her twat from behind. On his issue journeying he saw many eye aged woman walking around, either with their husband or their dogs, reveling in the morning freshness. He gave one last-place thought process to his own lusty female parent who at that time was on all foursome, her luscious ass eminent up in the air getting her horny cunt reamed by a guy just a couple of class honest-to-goodness than her son. Sensing another erection he went base, entered through the open kitchen doorway and waited in his bed for his mother to revert. He did not however see the milkman slouched spiritual world, not very far from the kitchen threshold, waiting for Manya.

Manya's torso was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the furious fucking given by Salman's young cock. Being a bunny rabbit for the second screw, the son's cock came as a bonus to the sexy married woman after the father had pumped and filled her well. Holding her ample hips and squeezing her swaying dope occasionally the stud poker spewed his semen into the horny's wife's greedy cunt after ten minutes of ferocious fucking. Manya got her day's second cum blast from Salman and it was not even half retiring six in the morning.

Realizing that the park would get more crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would bequeath first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the aphrodisiac adult female he had just fucked rise and leave slowly. Her wearing apparel were dampen and well crumpled. They stuck to her low body, making a very provocative lineation of her well stacked eubstance. Salman felt she looked titillating in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one fully squeeze play, making the well fucked wife squeal in half surprise and one-half joy. Manya walked right back to her sign as steadily as she could, not bothering to bet at any of the onlookers. It was a safety walkway since daylight had begun to break out. In that dirty, damp attire, strutting her well exposed ravished organic structure around could have led to gang up colza if it were moonlight instead of sunup brightness. Her walk carried a retard sway, imparting a sexy retch to her hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to recognize Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual show. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife's hips with his nozzle. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a cunt between the well fucked mother's thighs. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in alarm system. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said"Don't vexation Aunt Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

A alleviate Manya thanked him and started towards her house. She went around as intended to the kitchen threshold, only to be held by a brace of strong hands. When she saw the milkman, the fountainhead used adult female was in no situation to respond. Her sons would be up and about and she had to cook 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 stud poker. Manya was amazed at his forwardness. She realized that he felt she was an easy, willing lay. The conceive didn't disturb her, though the expanding compass of her adorer to report milkmen made her a wee bit uneasy.

"Tomorrow ”, she said, freeing herself from him. She could not however prevent him from feeling her up all over her stacked bureau and hips for one wide minute of arc before release. Red in font again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one look at her damp configuration, she realized that she needed to change before attending to her motherly responsibility 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 rule Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a igniter buss on his ear and whispered that it was clip to wake up.

Binu slowly opened his oculus and saw a well polish up segmentation staring into his aspect from a black bra and white blouse. Looking down further, he saw the yield of his compulsion, his mother's trench and juicy navel. As he rose, it was right in straw man of his face. He began with a mysterious, early sunup navel kiss, making his sexy mother squirm once again. When onto his understructure, he kissed her facial expression and suddenly both mother and son exchanged a quick lip to lip candy kiss. A pattern had been set.

gift him fifteen minute to be ready for his tub, Manya walked out towards Deen's way to ascertain on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to recognize her. He was refreshing except for his bath. Deen had to check another kick of blood line into his dick on seeing his female parent in a petticoat and blouse again. Her expansive stomach bore some scratch marks where the primer had grazed her during those rousing sex sessions. Instinctively he reached out to palpate her waist around those Mark. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the park during my first light walkway Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow."Deen was glad that she had not lied at least about going to the park.

Like a dutiful mother, Manya prepared breakfast for her two sons over the adjacent half an hr and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu address out for a tub. In the john, she found both Binu and Deen ready to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed mother got down to bathing her boy, taking only a ready tone at Deen's crotch. He was half erect. And Binu was limp. In the course of the bath she got around to lather Binu's private parts. The consequence her hand encircled his ballock, Binu's dick shot up in two indorsement like a serpent raising its hood. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her sons. Binu's dick remained at full length during the entire course of the bathroom. Manya forced her heart off it, only to happen Deen's hard on jutting out through his briefs. Both crony were trying to maintain normality, though Deen's job was tougher. He watched painfully vertical while his Mom stroked his brother's stopcock, in the act of trying to wash the soap away. He did not question too hard why it took one full minute to rinse it away. And now he also found it rule to see his nude brother fiddling with his female parent's exposed omphalus very often during the academic term. The sexy female parent ended the Bath and put the shower off. Deen felt his mother's finger graze against his dick in a very light squeeze play, but decided that it was by accident. Ushering them out of the bathtub, Manya began her Bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the morning time's adulterous traces. She felt her pussycat lips puffed up while soaping and a small prickling ran up her acantha as she soaped her erect nipples. The pressure of the mauling given by the horny father and son still lingered on her breast and the hot tone of her son's erect hammer lingered on her kickshaw finger's breadth. Her cunt felt ardent and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to happen after the hardest of shtup to stoke her fires all over again. Even Deen, as he left the bathing tub knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

flavor extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedroom, wiping her axillary cavity and abdomen along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between her thigh and was beginning to enjoy the warmth, when her son's vociferation for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without uncertainty. No having the time to decide on clothes, she slipped on a white petticoat and a black-market blouse. As usual, she tied the petticoat five inch below her belly button and kept the top two release of her low cut blouse undone. This was as beneficial as her standard attire whenever married man was away. She felt exempt and comfortable and didn't have to change unless she had to go out. She went to the dining region towards two hard dicks, one of which went with a dyad of eager hands. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the face and poking her belly button at to the lowest degree five clock time during the repast. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her younger son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his pilus. But it was not fun and biz for her pussy. A slow flack had started.

Once her children had left, the amorous married woman flopped on the lounge and slipped into a short siesta. She stirred when she heard the doorbell ring. Her hand automatically went to her pussy. Every strait of any bell was something of a wake up outcry for her pussy. And the short nap had introduced a gentle tingle in her loins. Caressing herself between her thigh, she went towards the doorway and paused for a while, as if unwilling to leave her pussy.

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

"It's me Sam,"came the reply, much to the sexy mother's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the door, only to withdraw her mitt from her heap with a start. Sam was with Sana'a. Hastily excusing herself for her appearing Manya ran into the bedroom. Sana watched Sam ogling her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a darkness blue saree over her petticoat. She was still topless and Sana could clearly realize out her pert nipples poking right out of the blouse and through the saree. Sana'a felt out rightly envious of the red-hot erstwhile woman. She looked a megabucks of sexual DOE and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such thoughts in her mind, she opened a small envelope.

For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life out his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from his genital organ. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her breasts sucked and crushed by his young Brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her nude, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping twat to an orgasm in obscene horniness. The final lingering image of his juicy mother for his dork off was of her heaving, voluptuous, fully exposed consistency being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her shaking breasts, wet look, glistening navel point and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her crotch, flashed in a agile sequence before his wild eyes at the orgasm of every frig. With the final range of a function of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his crony, Deen drifted off to a strangely brainsick sleep. He was sure there would be a time when she would wangle to talk to her Dad on the earpiece while some man fucked her wit out doggie mode. He only hoped he would be able-bodied to ascertain her.

Manya felt the hold up 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 breast and was lying with his point on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a electric shock as to how unwrap she was. Her intact nominal head was out-of-doors right down to her George Bush and the saree was bundled up around her pussy, leaving everything below spread out and bare from her fleshy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt she looked quite vulgar lying like this succeeding to her son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected what her son had done. Her nipple were still a bit dampness from all his nibbling and biting. The face of her fully breast still retained his clinch air pressure and throbbed lightly. exertion decorated her luxuriant body around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya's oculus drifted to her pelvic region and the mint startled her. Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her little son began to sink into the luxuriant mother and wife. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial rights on almost every inch of her generous body and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to fight off him.

"The smashing correction was ego subject ”, she kept repeating in her judgement. Binu could not be denied his normal itch. Manya knew that such itch were pattern in boys and that it was dangerous to rebuff them because of the possible psychological rebound on them. Moreover she was sure enough that he would outgrow his obsession with her soundbox overtime. As a female parent she had deep lovemaking for her sons and was sure that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his beloved, not crave. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this phase. And it only made her sense sexier, better and more suitable. There was nothing which turned on Manya more than the knowledge that mortal lusted after her body. She did however enquire as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her dead body. The thought made her a bit concerned about her elder son's normalcy and she decided to consider a closer spirit at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the agitation of feeling and sucking his mother's breasts drained him mentally. It was his initiative meeting with his mother in a bare, physical horse sense. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to cock his hair and shifted her soundbox down to determine down beside him. She readjusted her saree to get over her buttocks and second joint and slept with her rachis to her son. She tried punishing to sleep but remained a few steps short of sleep. After nearly half an 60 minutes, she felt Binu's deal on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her naked waist as it always did, towards her navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her rosehip and rested there. Manya could directly feel the impingement of his tool against her good and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her navel in a slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving jot. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable impulses in her umbilicus to take over. But she stiffened again when she felt his hawkshaw throbbing against her butt. Its estrus and hardness permeated through his shorts and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no driving force of his cock against her het up asscheeks, but the aroused mother was sure that her ass heat was interacting with his young tool through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny soundbox. Her consistency stiffened further when she felt his dick throb intensifies wildly. In amazement she felt her son's cock pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or stab from his English. She realized he was dreaming about the ample body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The throbbing against her ass continued like an automatonlike motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating against the object of his dream, making the subject of his full-blooded aspiration quiver and wiggle against it. Manya stiffened her house asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressure on them. The spasms were followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened the ass of her saree. With a shock the sexy mother realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to finger the waves of spill ebb out. For five minutes after feeling the close watery throb, Manya remained in that posture to allow her son's body to find blissful quietus. Dazed, she reached rear and felt the saree around her ass, taking care not to raise up his leg over her naked hip joint. She realized that her saree rode up to the base of her asscheeks. It felt dampness. Her son's peter had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought process. Her son was indeed on the threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the aphrodisiacal cleaning woman smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her physical structure literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and son.

Manya again woke up a little other than normal. The advantage of a well fucked organic structure was that eternal rest enters warm and deeply. It also leaves the body quickly once the need rest is obtained. The impending sunrise minute were also moments for horniness to fall into place on the beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her hips, the burl having got unfasten. She was stark naked on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast at peace, now with his back to her. A quick recap of the former night's events crossed her idea. The lovely mother felt herself loaded once again with compassion and love for her son. On impulse, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his sleep to face her. His eyes were still closed. The naked female parent felt an overpowering surge of affection. She gently hugged his face into her breasts and stroked his back, knowing that he was deceased and couldn't sentiency her nudeness. Her mind told her that this could be the finis prison term she would be hugging her son as a little innocent boy. She wanted to find and savour the minute. She hugged his boyish face into her naked, full breasts, allowing their unmanliness to suffocate his cheek. She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him against her boob for two full mo. Satisfied, the nude person mother rose from the bed. As she got up, she thought with a wicked grin that she needn't wear a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. life history was shifting appurtenance and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early morning horniness crept into Manya's advanced body the present moment she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should use up 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 enough. Putting on some unmentionable, she draped the Saami shadow blue saree over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The saree was crumpled however, making her aspect like she'd had a torrid night in bed. With slothful strides, the corneous wife and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing innumerable friend on the way exhibiting different degrees of lust.

"I can't help it if I'm blessed with a lush eubstance ”, she thought ”, as she passed a staring eye aged man. The man's wife was sharply dragging her husband away, giving dirty spirit to Manya.

When she entered the common, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana'a. She had brought her pitch-dark alsatian dog for a walk. Manya knew that Sam and Sana were devouring dog lovers and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana'a sitting on a work bench, holding on to her dog's trey, Manya heaved her sexy soundbox across to her side, feeling many eyes on her exposed waist and amphetamine hips. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

midway through their small talk, Sana'a pointed to her dog Panthera tigris, and said that Sam and she were looking to match him soon so that they could return a lot of puppies for a whole lot of Quaker who had asked. Manya looked at the favorable but big dog. His heart were mystifying and bright. Sana kept playing with the area around his auricle and he kept raising his head teacher to lick Sana'a on her neck opening 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 feet and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake hands. Manya bent slightly from the bench to shake hands. She found Tiger cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his top dog lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's face. Though not used to domestic dog, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful font with his long wet tongue. The eager dog licked the beautiful mother's boldness, thrilled at her volition offer. He ran his tongue all over impertinence, forehead, cervix, and nose and swept it in one farseeing diagonal over her full moon rim. Manya recoiled for a endorsement, feeling a ado. Seeing Sana laugh, she continued to let Panthera tigris lavish his tongue all over her face. Her aspect was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn't seem to want to stop.

"Aunt Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't clout my face that tenacious ”, said Sana. Sana again felt a wee bit jealous that like her boyfriend Sam, even her dog seemed to prefer the voluptuous wife over her marriageable self. She pulled the dog by its triplet, dragging him away from the beautiful target of his attention. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her face with her saree and noticed the doggy odor. It was a bit strong and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a while longer and decided that she had to get back rest home. She held Sana's deal to say farewell and bent to excite paw with Tiger as she stood. The top of her sari fell off her shoulders, revealing a immense cleavage right in front of the dog's centre. Tiger wasted no clock time in giving a sharp lick right hand in the inwardness of the juicy woman's segmentation. The sonsy female parent was shocked at the act and felt a tart bolt of an unspeakable flavour in her. Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.

But Panthera tigris's paws were close to her infantry and as she took a step, the dog also moved to barricade her. In the process, his paw fell on the bottom of her saree, causing Manya to trip over. The wellspring stacked housewife fell two-dimensional on her back with the saree getting swept aside from her front. tiger saw a heavy objective in his new Friend and he pounced onto the boozer woman, licking at her exposed omphalus. He lapped her belly with his longsighted, dripping lingua, sending an electric automobile electric current right through Manya's horny body. Sana simply stared for a consequence at the lewdly exciting sight before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juice out of Manya's spread out belly. His tongue covered every exposed inch of her huge midsection and Sanaa gaped at the full bodied wife as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to stop the beast. tiger delved into her navel point several metre and his tongue sent frisson all over Manya's rippling trunk. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana pull back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and looked around. About ten people were around, staring in secretiveness at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into inflammation the redden housewife quickly bade honest bye to a still stunned Sana and moved out of the park. On the way she heard a guy call out,"watch out Maam. Dogs think like us guys. They are always on the look out for a bitch in heat ”.

The man didn't expression like a regular in the arena. But Manya was too incapacitated to react angrily. She literally ran her way plate, her oculus moist with shame. Only after reaching her kitchen door did she block to unwind. Panting, she slowly started to regain her breather. The conduct of the dog outraged the wife, but she realized she felt different. Suddenly she moved her hands to her pussy and felt it through the saree. She was wet.

Her psyche worked in all counsel trying to sympathize her state. Everything pointed to only one matter, she felt aroused. She felt like a beef in hotness. A real kick. mortal else also understood that she was in heating system. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few days to get his hands on the horny wife, was keeping guard by the kitchen doorway. He saw the disturbed, quivering woman and sensed that she needed cock. ineffective to believe his portion, 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 remain her on the threshold of the kitchen door. She remained tacit and shaking as he stripped her sari and petticoat right off her ass. The young stud repositioned his darling homemaker in the smudge where he loved fucking her and proceeded to give her what she loved most. Feeling his firm dick ravaging her bitch bow-wow way, Manya felt like a dead on target bitch at that import. The call back sent wavelet of pleasure all over her soundbox as much as his steely putz did. Her mind went to the bitch that Tiger would match to commit boost to X of pup. For a fleeting second she placed herself in the place of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his pup. Her fertile pussy gushed out succus strongly to fill the milkman's own spurting shaft. It was a mind blowing, delirious first fuck. The fagged woman rested her ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the young milkman. No words were exchanged for a few minutes. She watched with the same grinning as he pushed up his bloomers and left her presence. It was a purely functional, intention serving fucking, and the two-timing Manya loved such fucking.

The time was still fifteen minutes to seven am. Manya had another half an hour at least before her sons awoke. She felt saucy now and memories of the dog's rape 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 gasbag. He pulled out all the Polaroid snaps that he had taken yesterday and forgotten to hired man over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was defenseless. Her legs were spread apart in sitting military posture and she looked remarkably comfortable in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the need to cover herself before Sam of all the people. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining table. Sam knelt adjacent to the sexy woman, his elbow on her second joint as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her pussy close down ups. There was no way anybody could guess it was her puss. Sam had made her garden pink slit face like the populace's slap-up treasure cove. She admired his ability more than the splendor of her kitty. However after repeated viewing she felt a lovingness surge again in her loins. She gave him a sudden osculation on his lips. Sam responded by kissing her back and held her by her naked hips. His mitt rested well below her waist side and he kept squeezing her generous figure in soft comforting strokes. They looked perfectly matched and at rest with each other, like a hubby and married woman going through the morn newspaper. That was how the watching Deen felt from the slope window.

Deen woke up previous and missed his Mom's ahead of time sashay. But he was bang on clock time to see her getting banged by the milkman and was surprised at her special mania. He had no idea regarding the source of her renewed fuck vigor.

Now Sam and his female parent were going through the fruit of their premature day's Department of Labor. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that Manya was becoming conscious of his growing proximity. She felt Sam's familiar hand once again regain her kitty and that really enhanced her consolation level. She kept looking at the pictures of her lewdly spread cunt, thanking herself that she didn't wear any closed chain. It would take in revealed her individuality from the way in which her digit were opening up her juicy cunt in the snaps. All along Sam kept fingering her snatch. Even her sighs and moan came by themselves and the couple slowly slid into a reclining posture. Manya rested her pass back against the door and spread her second joint wider to give freer access to Sam's cupping hand. He manipulated her slit without stopping. Manya's bladder was full because she hadn't taken a pee before her forenoon walk. Now with all the ministrations of her sensitive buff, the atmospheric pressure began to ramp up up to near unmanageable levels.

She gasped at his strokes and whispered to him that she had to pee. Sam did not relent. His fingers got officious and busier with the horny wife's slit. Each stroking of his raised her want to bursting levels. She felt she would pee any moment. But the here and now never came. The tight tactual sensation persisted but the aroused wife could not release her piss. The relentless stroking of Sam on her pussycat thwarted the flow. Instead her slit got swollen and wet with A-one charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's helping hand, her font wearing an agonized expression that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no further time. He replaced his fingers with his hawkshaw, stretching Manya outside the door right on the ground. Deen felt his female parent looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the footing, her hips heaving and her pussy swollen with the combined need to urinate and get fucked. Sam poked her stunned slit with his fingerbreadth as if to test the walls. Manya burst out into unmanageable sobs, whimpering with need.

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

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

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

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

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

The debase woman could lead it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his pecker dragged him right on to her heaving, voluptuous body. She roughly positioned his hard cock right at the entry of her dripping slit. She arched her heated rose hip up and forced an entranceway for his cock, rotating her hips greedily to earmark his nitty-gritty to sink into her gash. She took his hired hand and placed them on her heaving breasts and forced him to break down the shaking mounds. Making pharyngeal sounds that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly raise mother thrusts her hips upwards, her heart imploring and pleading with him to commence fuck. Sam felt it would be a sin to hold back any longer. He began rotating his hips and started a slow fucking to palpate the insides of her boiling cunt fully. His cock once again familiarized itself with Manya's beautiful pussy. Deen was now red with green-eyed monster as he saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless wreck and then getting fucked in a recollective and teasing calendar method. 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 missional fashion. Both the teenagers could see the lecherousness contortioned expression of the beautiful woman as her wholesome body got ravished. On a bursting vesica, every stroke of Sam's tool 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 guide the sexy wife to a much needed climax. The sexual climax washed her insides thoroughly and she felt Sam's cock spurt at the Saame time. With a lusty moan, she took out Sam's cock from her cunt and placed it above her face, taking the full phase of the moon blast on her middle, nose, brim and cheeks. She licked the fluids wherever her glossa could reach and released his pecker only when it turned fully limp. Giving it a osculation with a moan, she fell back on her back again in debilitation. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the second time during that torrid fucking session.

Suddenly, before the eyes of the two teenagers, Manya began to pee. She had lost it. The flow came cheap and steady and burst out like a mountain current. Sam watched in amazement and wished that he had brought his photographic camera to cap this erotic moment. For a replete two proceedings, the horny fair sex let out all the conglomerate fluids, clutching her abdominal cavity during the act. She was still spread out on the floor, the pee collecting itself around the inverted V between her thighs. It formed a small-scale puddle. With her beautiful, homely face and well fucked body, Deen felt his mother looked like a true slut. A loveable slut. But she looked beautiful to him. His well stacked nymph mom always looked beautiful when she was getting fucked.

Deen rushed into his bathroom after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the fourth dimension and rose from the ground gathering her sari, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this look on his favored model and he kissed her operose on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his mouth and felt him constrict her cuntlips in one final stroke before departing. It felt nice to be teased and used this way. Her body's limits were being stretched and she found the physical exertion thrilling.

A upbeat Manya prepared a grand breakfast for her Son and only one of them knew the reason for her felicity. She glowed with contentment and both Logos felt glad for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his commencement semen expelling in his pants. He discussed it with his buddy Deen, who told him that it was perfectly born. Both comrade did not go into further details. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling unlike. She gave him a couple of clinch Sir Thomas More than requisite to reassure him and even placed his handwriting around her shank when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her breasts to equal the back of his forefront respective fourth dimension in the form of the meal, with and without understanding. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy ego and before leaving for school, gave his hallmark hug and kiss to his buxom female parent. He gave her ass an superfluous punishing squeeze and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's classes were off because of a fun function at schoolhouse which he didn't spirit like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in wonderment. He was a sweet and loving boy but he was somehow call back and not gregarious like his untested brother. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or even converse with her at distance. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually pattern. She remembered suddenly that the male child who were balling her were around Deen's age or a slight older. The thought made her shudder and shimmy. If she could be a component part of Binu's intimate find, then she found no reason why Deen should be left out. She decided to add him out of his case that morning.

15 minutes after breakfast, Manya called out,

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

The storm teenager was caught of sentry go, 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 little biz by saying that the oil would make her petticoat dampness. She wrapped the myopic 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 breasts alternatively. The towel came to about thigh length, exposing her favorable, well toned thighs. Her nipples were clearly outlined through the flimsy cotton towel across her white meat. She presented an air of extreme strong-arm ease. The horny mother noted that the effect was not lost on her son. His young cock tented his boxers already.

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

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

Deen rubbed his medal together and ran them along his mother's calves and feet first. They felt salutary and well toned. The physique of his mother's sura was dainty and they looked sublimely elegant. They felt graceful too to the worshipful hand of her son. Deen's hands went past her human knee to reach her glorious, heavy thighs. He paused for a moment here to rain buckets some more oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out mother. The horny woman opened her heart and nodded at him to go ahead with her thighs. Deen kneaded the flesh of her thighs, allowing the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt galvanising and charged. His mother's thighs felt like pillars of pulp carved out of banana tree corner luggage compartment. The flesh quivered and carried immense lovingness that got hotter with each stroke of his. The hem of the towel was quite luxuriously on Manya's thigh, about three inches from her raw pussy. Deen couldn't see her kitty-cat brim but his finger crossed the hem of the towel many time during his vigorous massaging of those sexy thighs. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual foreplay. She had to take on tending not to depict it, but her consistency betrayed her. Every time her son's fingers brushed deeper into her inner thigh, her second joint quivered in response. She kept her eyes closed but her brim trembled enough to distinguish the tale to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no option but to rub down her. He continued his teasing touch, using both fingers and palm to dish out some strong groping touches on her intimate area. He was getting perilously close to her slit. His dick was hard at the very commencement and now it was threatening to split out of his short. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his female parent's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's hands oiled her stomach and waist. She felt them swan all over her creamy pulp and sighed when she felt him pour a few drops of oil into her deep navel and use his finger to diddle it. Deen heard his mother's moans and sighs all through this erotic massage. He was finding it as unmanageable as her. He lingered lovingly around her lower belly and could see as he stroked her chassis why Binu was obsessed with his female parent's belly. Indeed it was a mature treasure. And it carried a current that sent its charge right hand through his palm and pricker. Both mother and son knew they couldn't take this titillating session for too long.

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

Deen took one expression at his mother. Her entire vertebral column 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 sure he would be forced to meet her twat. He could see the sides of her wide-cut breasts as they pressed against the floor. Her hands were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the expanse and balminess. His mother had a very voluptuous trunk. He felt he was prosperous to be able to service her in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His hands also constantly touched the sides of her chest whenever he tried to massage her incline. He lovingly reached into her armpits and stroked them, eliciting a godforsaken moan from his horny female parent. There was perfect knowledge between female parent and son that both were turned on. The intimate tension was palpable.

Deen ran his hands on the back of her thighs and in the process got to squeeze and knead them thoroughly. His sexy mother, from the back was as good as nude, except for the thin towel covering her ass. And the cheeks of her full ass were all it covered. The rest of her creamy dead body was all his for squeezing. At one stagecoach Deen had to sit at the stem of her asscheeks in order to be capable to rub down her back properly. When he did so, his hawkshaw came into direct contact with the infrangible al-Qa'ida of her ass, not even an in from her dripping twat. He massaged away at her spine and as he did so, his pelvic realm moved to and fro against Manya's lower ass bringing his rooster into periodic liaison with her pussy entry. It was a searingly arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed not to show it because her face was down on the floor. Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks wriggle and realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced the insistency of his massaging which in turn reduced the pressure of his gumshoe on her outer twat. Manya was mad with luxuria. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing trunks his cock would have been inside her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the effect on her young son. She didn't aid if he fucked her. She realized that he was pattern after all and that pleased her.

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

Manya got up slowly with a mixed sense of disappointment and relief on her features. She was happy that her son was a normal kid. Her organic structure was infelicitous that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her mind accepted that non case with a maternally happiness. All in all she was neutral to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her breast. Manya didn't nark to adjust it. Suddenly from the recession of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his bedroom window. She could see him spike to the spot, his eyes on her. With a start she understood the berth. Her senior son loved to look on her. He was more than of a voyeur. She let the towel remain down and kept her breasts exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate, fleshly sway of her pelvic girdle. The towel was almost falling off her full hips by the meter she reached her bedroom threshold. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving Deen an unhampered view of her full breast. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their base and sides. They jiggled sexily at her sudden bend, making Deen's center pop out. He had seen his mother's breasts in all form of hands and in dissimilar stagecoach of mauling. But now, her exclusive display was special and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to devolve off her hips. It was well below her chaparral and it required a simple jerk for it to fall off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to descend off her riotous coxa exposing herself in all her gloriole to her son. Her rich fertile President Bush, her fleshy thigh, her magnificent creamy midsection, her well endowed female chest, her vertical pap and her horny human face were all out in show for the exclusive eye of her loving son. It was an awesome flood of luxuria that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the same fourth dimension. She felt a deep expiration within herself that told her that her erotic journey was now comprehensive. Well, almost, thought the sex crazed wife to her. Manya allowed Deen to banquet on her sybaritic eubstance for one full mo before walking nude into her sleeping room and bathtub. Deen saw her nude, full asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his dick, Deen wondered why he was so aroused. He had seen his mother getting fucked into oblivion, not once but various meter in the most obscene strength. That eubstance held no novelty for him but just now he felt he was looking at her all over again for the first time.

"Could it be,"he wondered with a shock."Could it be that she knew I was peeping. Did she expose herself to me deliberately realizing that I was peeping ?"The theme made him go feeble in his knees. He sat down on his bed, holding his head. His dick was about to signal a burst. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just that. His buxom, corneous Mom was doing the Lapp with her swollen kitty, in the privateness of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the bathroom trading floor, her back against the wall, and two fingerbreadth deep in her drenched pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was recollective and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fires within her which were barbaric, unlike and more powerful than ever before. The overflow of juice in her loins had an uncontrollable charge about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the story, she reached up and turned on the shower. The calm downpour hit her with a stroking force on her breasts, hips, pubic hair and thighs. For a full phase of the moon ten minutes the horny female parent let her body take in the sang-froid shower before getting down to the serious business of cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curved shape, she shivered in the memory of her son Deen's hands on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his young shaft on them through the slight towel.

It took the beautiful woman another half time of day to wash herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bath and into the bedroom, wiping herself in the summons. The bedroom threshold was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it remain that way, knowing that Deen would not barge in without announcement. Her dead body had never felt more cared for and attended. With two Son showering their attention on it, it glowed, making her feel happier than ever before. It also made the toothsome mother hornier than ever before.

Manya's loins were now in a perpetual liberation mode. The juices always oozed now. Only their vigor was decided by the situation. With sex fully in her mind, she decided to lie down for a while and cool down off. Naked, she slid her juicy body under the covers and tried to catch some Z's. Her hand automatically rested on her pussy heap, the digit stroking the lips lightly.

In the other way, Deen ranted about as he neared his third ejaculation. His stallion bed sheet was smeared with cum. In the course of three jerk offs, he had visualized his female parent's horny body in all possible situations of ravishment, use and contumely. She had screamed and cried in his mental imagery as cock after cock ploughed into her greedy pussy and hand after hand mauled her well stacked body. His net look-alike of his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched womanhood, sprawled naked on the trading floor, her human face coated with sperm and her sexy soundbox heaving about wantonly in the final exam stages of orgasm. Even after ejaculation he could still feel the remnant of the mite of Manya's fleshy, heated consistence in his palms.

The buzzer rang fifteen arcminute later and Deen ran to give it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul, Manya's LX yr old tailor, accompanied by his son.

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

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

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

decision making that he had to wake her up for the tailor, he bent down to snog her on the forehead.

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

Manya stirred at the cushy impact. But her eyes were still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely side, proud of her beauty. Instinctively he kissed his mother again on her eyes and trailed his lips down to her brass."Mom,"he said again in the softest of voicelessness. Manya opened her oculus slowly and saw Binu's eager font about to kiss her buttock."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him kiss her. Her deal which was around her kitty-cat began its own slow bm in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the brass and very slowly moved his lips down to her back talk for their customary peck. Coming out of sleep, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to fulfill her son's lips. Binu accepted her offering eagerly. female parent and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her glossa into Binu's mouth in a tentative exploration. It was the first time that they had an exploratory buss. Binu felt his body turn hot and Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose higher to make out the osculation in comfortableness. In the process, the bed sheet slipped right off her chest, baring both her big breasts to her son. Binu's middle popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right titty. He had established his right to soak up and caress her knocker when exposed and he utilized this opportunity. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her right knocker. Manya kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed, her handwriting delving into her moist pussycat under the natural covering. Even as her foreplay rose, she couldn't help marveling at the ease and skill with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the same time. He seemed an first-class visage. The similitude force per unit area were really getting to her. Her cunt, which was already damp, began to get ahead in oestrus. She realized the need to recover some motherly sanity. She removed her wet sassing from her son's oral fissure and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's eyes, continuing his breast caress for another ten seconds.

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

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

"gadfly ”, she laughed and slapped her son on his butt playfully."You're telling me now after so long."One mitt was still under the natural covering and on her twat when she told Binu,

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

Taking one last look at his Mom's nude figure, Binu was convinced that his mother was indeed naked under the bed sheet. He left the way, allowing Manya to garnish up.

The dressing up was immediate since Manya simply slipped into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten age 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 shock. Deen because of his Mom's scanty attire and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to amount with his son. But she continued in her attire because they had to take her measurements in any example. Three male person eyes looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained bosom swaying sexily with each gradation. Deen left them and went to his room. But he took up a positioning at the keyhole to peep on his Mom with the tailor. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be interfering for at least another half hour.

Manya made some initial modest public lecture with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen years old. He was a slim lad with keen eyes and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every clip her knocker heaved during the lecture. She also noticed that the lad's middle remained limit on her huge, exposed diaphragm when he was not staring at her melons. Abdul then took measuring for her blouse. His son noted down while the father called out. The watching Deen saw his female parent upgrade both her hands for Abdul to value her breast. His dick shooter to attention yet again as the tape encircled her good breasts and flick voiceless whenever Abdul's knuckles pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw Abdul's hand graze his mother's erect nipples on two occasions.

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

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

"lower berth,"he heard his Mom say."space the tape measure where I am wearing the petticoat now. Yes… That's the comfortable locating ”.

The horny married woman felt the boy's hands pressing into her fleshy downcast belly for a few seconds as he read out her final measurement. She gasped and that made the shaver bet up into her grimace, past her full cleavage, his expression inches away from her stomach. Manya forced her heart away from the boy. The sudden frisson which went up her soundbox betrayed her arousal. The father and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's trunk as her watching, randy son jerked off for the fourth metre since the morning.

It was while they were leaving and Manya was closing the doorway that Deen saw and heard Binu saltation into the living area. Binu had missed the scene where Manya was measured up at leisure and that was why he showed a bit of surprisal at the rosy 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 exposed waist to the dining board. Deen kept observing the casual manner in which his younger brother kept caressing Manya's waistline all the way to the table.

The three of them finished a good meal. While Binu was eager to run out for his cricket his brother and mother were horny and restless. Manya was horny because of the immense arousal caused by Deen's massage and the Apocalypse that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt nifty in the company of her sons, closer and more secure than ever before. She was also surefooted that every act of theirs was out of pure love. Even the lust was love driven. Being a beloved starved fair sex with a sex starved body, this attention from her sons made her gladiola. It also made her extremely horny. All the kissing and pawing by Binu stirred up her juices and left her craving for the tangible 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 trunk linguistic process. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thigh forced him to visualize the itchy kitty nestled between those resplendent thigh. He noticed get off astragal of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eyes showed a unhinge look. Deen realized a stagecoach had come where he communicated with her bodily needs very directly. He could sense when she needed a fucking just as surely as he could sense when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a honorable fucking.

Both mother and son were golden. The answer to their flavour came in the form of a birdcall from Prem. He called to find out whether they would be keen on a family garment sale in town. Binu had to go for his cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen state Prem that he would be going over to a supporter's spot to bridge player over some borrowed college assignments. He asked Prem to make out over and take his mother to the sale, promising to join them within an hour. She smiled to herself at the thought of being solely with Prem for at least an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the business firm with his chum. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's sake. It made him happy. The appointed clip was six in the eve and he had an hour and a half to pass. The comrade left in dissimilar directions.

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his dearie bookseller's shop. It was his favorite hunting plaza for his sleaze accumulation. lit, pictures, and cassettes - the situation had it all and the possessor was a friendly, portly middle aged man. Deen walked into the shop which was full of single-foot of books and powder magazine. The cassettes were all lined up against the wall. But Deen began looking into the book racks. There were four of them and a passage separated each one from the other. A soul on this side of meat of the rack could not see the one on the other side of meat. While Deen started looking into the incest collection, he suddenly heard a soft discussion from the other English and stiffened when he heard the name ‘ Manya ’. He strained his ears to take hold of the vocalisation and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a speedup pulse, Deen heard on.

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

"Yup, right towards her crotch. I had to keep it back. He must suffer loved the smell from her pussy after all you did to her ”, replied Sam.

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

"Wow, I'm not surprised. She's hot way beyond convention. And she loves having her slit eat ”, said Sam.

"You did that ?"investigate Salman.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes it will…,"replied Sam."Any dog will love her scent. And Manya will drive it. I know for trusted she'll love it too. She's crazy for cock in any form ”.

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

"You bet. And Sana told me that your Alsatian gave Aunt Manya a recollective and thorough drubbing all over her face and belly ”.

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

The astonished Deen heard his two friends rush out of the store. Their talk and the Revelation about his Mom's pooch dangerous undertaking shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extremum horniness and utter depravity injected a invigorated undulation of voyeuristic thrill in him. Their talk of performing a threesome with his mother with the possibility of the dog joining in took his vision to the gamey imaginable level. In a way he knew such a thing had to be around the corner. His dick ached and strained against his pants and he kept clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had just transpired. He regretted having left the ballpark other that morn. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

"If necessary, i'll offering to take her for a break of the day paseo tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would seduce its advancement,"he thought to himself. His intellect went back to his horny mother and he wondered what was happening in the house.

What was happening in the theater was totally in melody with Deen's expectations. The second the horny Manya opened the threshold to let Prem in ; the youngster immediately understood her state of matter. There was no Word exchanged for the next 15 minutes. They rushed into the penny-pinching room which was Deen's bedchamber and the two hot bodies entwined and mated with animal hunger and DOE. Manya moaned without a suspension as the minor's hands mauled her hips, breasts, tummy and thighs with a continuity that raised her heated body to bedaze layer of desire. They were naked within bit and were soon pumping into each other like perfect body mates. Manya lifted her long wooden leg and wrapped them around Prem's rose hip as he pumped hotly in and out of her boiling, adulterous snatch. Each time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiable but her intimate desire was on a rising curved shape. The beautiful mother was turning into demons that could die for stopcock. Prem rammed his tool into her greedy cunt and Manya's clasping cunt brawniness propelled him into initiating sharp violent driving force which made the voluptuous housewife's torso shake. Her white meat shook like two beautiful ripe mango on a branch. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking delight. His putz made spongelike speech sound as it pumped the pit out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping cunt. The accumulated hot pants of the sex starved wife found violent formulation as her hip joint rose in rhythm to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his back and urged him,"shag me Prem. fucking me hard and deep. Aaaaaaaahh…."her voice trailed as Prem proceeded to give her snatch an absolute shtup. Manya gasped with each unattackable chance event and moaned with each full wring of her titty. Her consistency had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme point. Both Manya and her new devotee sweated profusely and the sweat flew from Prem's hair to spray her font. Manya's case assumed writhed facial expression of surcharge lust. She was being balled by her favorite lover and she gave herself in completely to his secure hands and stronger dick. Her insides were being ravaged with savage consistence. The paries of her pussy were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into pulp by Prem's cannon like thrusts. She was gradually reaching yet another thinker blowing cock induced orgasm. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her breast getting crushed against his chest, while her teeth dug into his cervix. Prem held his friend's horny mother by her plentiful pelvis as she clung to him and rammed his final thrusts before spurting out hotly into her receptive slit. Their mutual orgasm lasted a full two minutes. Manya's fertile pussy was flooded with uncounted spurts of her Whitney Young lover's potent sperm cell. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to release him. His peter turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her consortium like love life tunnel.

Manya loved the notion and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her head and kissed him on the back talk, long and cryptic. She used her intact mouth on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful mother's mouth. Their oral fissure and tongues remained locked for a full five transactions, during which time they slurped and slurped on each other's succus. Occasional gasps and murmuring escaped the mouth of the lusty housewife as she succeeded in keeping her immature lover's gumshoe firmly lodged in her freshly know pussy. Taking her brim slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's centre. Prem, on his section, looked deeply into Manya's eyes. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The fidget on her aspect had vanished and was replaced by a lovely glow in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her oculus. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full moon of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that position for another five bit. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual binge was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his sleeping accommodation window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a violent, jerking, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his female parent and intimately friend remained intertwine. His mother's thighs were spread out and still wrapped around Prem's hip. Their abdomens were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty tits. Manya's animal foot pressed into Prem's naked buttocks. Their faces were a little apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful fount around her brass, ear and intrude, occasionally tracing lines around her oculus. 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 handle for her. Her cerebration went to the fact that he was Deen's age. It thrilled her to realize that boys her son's age found her so desirable. She smiled happily to herself and her thoughts suddenly turned towards the one scene that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she'd ask Prem.

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

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

The act made Manya's organic structure call down warmly. His peter was still buried in her sozzled snatch, at about three quarters of its full length. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband's Hammond organ. Readjusting her hips to charge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

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

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

"I mean, is he fully fine Prem"?

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

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

Kissing both her eyes, Prem replied,"He doesn't have a lady friend that I know of but I think he is formula. Why do you ask 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 show up those urge before you, his mother, Aunt Manya ”, asked Prem.

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

"I should feature known your power, I'm sorry. female parent's eye misses nix,"smiled Prem, slipping his right hand down to rack Manya's hip."But what have you observed that's bothering you about Deen."

Manya squealed a bit and replied"You know he seems inactive and very unlike you or any of his early champion. Even Binu is more physical, like a boy with growing internal secretion. Deen is loving and caring, like you are, but he's not passionate in that raw, physical gumption, 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 turn back that for a present moment Prem, I'm quite serious about Deen ”, urged the horny woman of the house, her voice trying to smother the gasp that escaped when Prem bit her nipple.

"Ok, aunty Manya,"said Prem in a decisive tone and tried to turn out from her body.

"Noooo ”, wailed Manya as she held on strongly with her legs around his hips."Remain inside. We'll talking 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 sizeable son and talk about miss,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes."You are his best friend, recite me ”.

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

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

Prem kissed her frontal bone and cupped her typeface in his hands saying,"No guy would want to face at or discuss girls when you are in the house, auntie Manya ”.

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

"I'm grave aunty Manya. When he can ogle this gorgeous consistence solid day, why would he need another lady friend ? Besides, which girl has your ripe, wholesome body ?"

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

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

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

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

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

His watchword sent a Wave of bang into the housewife's body. She felt her cunt walls try to clasp at his semi erect tool wedged inside her. She felt wild.

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

"Made love ? You must be kidding. I would induce fucked you out of your encephalon 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 slit was now very wet and had already added to the fluid layer around the peter in her. She was incredibly aroused and the stock simply rushed through her voluptuous body, making Prem stiffen at her sudden change in physical state.

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

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

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

Outside the window, Deen felt like his nut were going to explode. This had crossed his gaga imaging. It was the wildest convergence of the mutual horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving expression to it in the starkest, most titillating fashion possible. She was fucking his best friend as a surrogate. His mother was crossing the hold out frontier towards incest. But the greatest thing about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the voyeur loved it all the Sir Thomas More. More than fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his female parent talk about fucking him. It was wilder than the real affair, at least for him. Rubbing his bursting peter, he listened on as he heard Prem answer in his voice.

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

"Only"?

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

Manya could now palpate Prem's cock prodding at the rampart of her pussy in miniskirt stab. Her pussy transude juices and they streamed right out onto her inner second joint. This was the fantastic spell of lubrication in her sex lifespan. She felt her principal call on grievous and her eyes were glazed all over with lust. She drew Prem into her even closer, her thighs gripping him hotly. She could now almost see Deen's face in Prem.

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

"Yes, Mom,"Prem almost hissed.

"will you fuck me following time you massage me ”, she sobbed. Deen's pass spun as he heard her. Prem was surprised too at the discovery, but his shaft talked him out of any thinking.

"Yes Mom,"he went on, trying harder now to mime Deen's voice. He began a slow move thrusting into his ripe Quaker'mother, making sure that the tip of his dick caressed her rap pussy paries teasingly.

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

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

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

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

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the cock hungry mother, frantic with lust. Her pussy, thighs and hips responded with wake up incestuous heartiness. She heaved her coxa upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the Whitney Moore Young Jr. stud. She opened and closed the grip of her overweight thighs against his hips in a wanton display of extreme arousal.

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

Deen's head word was reeling and his warmness was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to start up with. He saw an unruly man, dark and herculean, manhandle his beautiful mother, pump into her pussy roughly, mash her heavy body all over and finally spew his hot cum deep inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't mind going through it with her son in the mansion made his gist heartbeat faster with the realization that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved char. Worse still, she simply loved getting fucked like a gripe. While on all fours, with the grocer's concentrated dick pistoning in and out of her aroused zany, she hardly looked the roll in the hay Mom who cared for him and his little brother. Nor did she appear like the mysterious teasing that coaxed and cajoled his dick into ultra hard hard-on with her revealing fashion of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every inch a horny slut who craved loud and cheating sex and loved only those things that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his shock turned to awe, his disdain turned to understanding and his jealousy turned to lust. His young brainpower related her conduct to the inability and afoul behavior of his drunkard father, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and luscious ravisher like his Mom in his life history. The sight of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked royally by a stranger only served to make him realize the wide potential of his beautiful mother's sexuality and the extent of her rightful bodily needs. His heart reached out compassionately towards his female parent with a lenient nook. So did his dick - with a hard on.

Suddenly in one swift motion, he clutched his burgeoning cock and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in less than twenty separatrix - so brawny was his surge of passion for his sexy Mom. Even after ejaculation his putz merely registered a pause but not a droop. He quickly resumed his dick pumping and this fourth dimension the image of the grocer balling his putz hungry female parent were More vivid and telling. With equal volume he spewed his spermatozoan all around him in the privy, gasping at the monumental foreplay that had beset him. As he relaxed he realized that he related to his beautiful mother more than ever before. He desired to see her happy. He loved to see her glowing and satisfied. He loved to see her getting fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the living room. He was in time to see his wellspring fucked Mom trudge slowly into the sleeping room with just her flimsy blouse on, holding her sheer saree in one handwriting. Her asscheeks shook and swayed as she walked, making his back talk water."Now those wax brass could do with some scratchy treatment ”, he empathized. He also wondered how his Mom would take to a strait spanking by his Dad in display case he found out that his beautiful, desirable wife was indeed a sex crazed vixen.

Deen moved slowly out of the bathroom and headed for his female parent's sleeping accommodation. He stopped at the threshold and soundlessly peeped into the room. Manya had merely spread the transparent blue-blooded saree all over her wide consistency and was lying on her spinal column. Her hand rested just below her abdomen and was occasionally caressing her pussy. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring sounds. Her teat poked the right way out of her still sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the morning's result. She was pleasured no doubt and also enjoyed it to the hilt. But she couldn't assistant wondering how easily she had surrendered to the grocer, not once but twice. She was an gentle lay, and her military action proved it. She thanked her stars that her son Deen was out of plenty."Deen ”, she said loudly.

"Oh yes ”, he must take finished his bath, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her saree around her well enthral form for about the fourth clock time of the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiousness and waited until she had almost finished wearing her saree and just when she was tying the mi in front of her shapely middle, six in below her tantalizing omphalus, he walked into the room, calling out her name. Manya didn't get a starting. Instead she continued wearing her saree and completed tucking in the knot and adjusted the front of her saree. The top of her saree was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy articulatio humeri. Her mammilla still peeked through the transparent blouse and sari, but that didn't matter. Her deliver exposure was part of routine as far as her son was concerned and she was quite sure that it didn't bother Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush body with a new sensation of estimation. He now saw her as a fleshy physical object too, that at time could take off into uncontrollable and wildly aroused demeanor. His centre 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 reliever and contentment. Strangely that looks in her eyes turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing look a remarkably arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's face. It was the expression of a freshly fucked fair sex. A freshly fucked female parent of two immature and steamy sons.

Manya had no time to wash herself and while sitting across the table with Deen, she wondered how her young son would react if he knew that only sometime ago, his mother was getting mercilessly balled by a unknown. But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie military strength, like a on-key bitch. Both Mom and son had sex on their minds when the doorbell rang. It was Binu, her younger son. Manya rose to open the doorway and once again Deen got the award panorama of her ass, rolling along with his mother's step, with each cheek rubbing sexily against the former, with the unscathed crusade clearly discernible through the semifinal transparent saree. Binu gave his saucily fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the room access. He smothered her still sweaty body with his arms and reached out to get his wonted feeling of her juicy navel. He was a bit surprised at its damp. Even her face smelt unlike when he kissed her impertinence. The odor was not just different. It was more exciting. And his shaft endorsed his thoughts by pressing laborious into his gorgeous Mom's lenient and wide belly. That made Manya stiffen a bit but then she had seen his erecting before and allowed it as division of growing up. What worried her was that Deen showed a mindset different from Binu. He was reticent, piano 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 LE than five minutes. All three rose after lunch to retire for a lightness afternoon nap. Deen slept in his room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's swaying ass into her way and onto her bed. This was quite normal for the two. She settled her scantily habilitate ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her saree fell off her shoulder but Manya didn't bother to set it since she was going to lie down. Her nipples came into clear view of Binu's center and even this was an everyday intimacy. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may cause had something to do with her torso scent he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electricity flow between them. He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, wide belly and stroked the chassis lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her lavish ass was pressed hard against his crotch. He was wearing just his drawers without any underclothing and this was nothing new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his father was away and right through the dark, he would squeeze her all over, especially her pelvic arch, asscheeks and belly. His best-loved topographic point however, was her deep belly button. Manya allowed him to play around, with the trust that it was simply a childlike fascination which he would soon surmount. Play around he did, but quite energetically. He would plant a series of wet buss all around her belly, concentrating on the area around her umbilicus. He would nibble, lick and blow into that juicy navel, showering all his affection into its enticing deepness. He did that all the time, at least twice a day and more if the situation permitted. He would continue his amative act until he heard his Mom's long and aroused groan. She would not shake him off but it was a signal to him that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a charwoman starved of caressing, Manya actually enjoyed all this strong-arm display of harmless affection from her younger son. There were a few occasion when she was not sure about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly compliment her ass, especially when she was dressed in a saree without a petticoat. He would swat and knead it quite freely and even urinate her squeal with his surprise progression on her lush can. Gradually she grew to like it, even look forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her sense of being wanted and enhanced her desirability horizontal surface. At times she suspected him of having definite sexual overtones in his actions. Those were the present moment when he would run his fingers up and down her asscrack, give her a big hug from behind and a long candy kiss on her humble brass, dangerously close to her full back talk. She would feel an instant dampening in her loins but recover quickly enough to drop it off as adolescent behavior.

She did at sentence hope that Binu would not be so brazen and strong-arm with her. After all he was just twelve eld old. And he did not care that his natural process were being observed rather curiously by his senior comrade Deen. That 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 body fluids of the dark grocer and his clean mother. He also realized with a pounding pith that her unwashed cunt must be still nestling a good amount of his copious dismissal. He marveled at her behavior and attitude and was wondering how lucky Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right after her torrid session. small did he recognise that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to revel in her illegitimate pleasure for as long as she could, deriving the utmost gratification from life story's little adventures.

Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to shoot the breeze one of his classmate and he looked into his Mom's bedroom to inform her. This time he stood still in amazement. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her hips with his right leg thrown across them. Her sari rode right above her thighs, displaying their ample well curved figure and the garment stopped just a couple of inches below her snatch lips. He couldn't see the sass but Binu's sleeping var. fully embraced his mother, with his pecker thrusting through his underdrawers just at the top of her ample, exposed second joint. Manya's belly and navel were fully barren and open. The saree around her waist had dipped to extra low levels in the line of her sleep. There was just a 4 inch screen of sheer garment above her pussy. Every former inch of her delectably fleshy diaphragm lay open like a well laid out feast. Binu's head was buried in her full knocker, his nose digging right into her creamy cleavage. Both were departed and the affectation, supposedly a female parent son sleeping carriage, looked anything but non sexual. Incredibly it was absolutely non intimate and apart from Binu's insistent fondling and bellybutton cuddling, Manya was never subjected to any sexual intrusion. At least not from Binu. But looking at them lying in conclude conglutination, Deen felt that companion tug in his bulwark. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their plain peace and calm. His horny Mom, after her fervid fuck had shifted gears and was lying semi nude in her 12 twelvemonth old son's sleepy embrace with his head nuzzling her melon like breasts, his dick pressed against her genital organ and with his legs drawing her full moon hips into himself in a genitive case hold. The good deal was beautiful, strangely titillating and spoke of the absolutely physical channels of communicating which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to disturb their bliss, he left the room and theatre and walked across to his schoolfellow Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her lucullan body. She looked down to see her petty son Binu's head cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his tight leg embrace around her wide-cut rose hip. She still felt horny after the grocer sequence and now, looking at the possessive clutch pedal of her jr. son on her almost nude painting body, she wriggled her hip slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn't video display this layer of physical proximity. Slowly she moved Binu's leg away and tried to arise. 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 mitt encircled her lowly abdomen, just a few inches above her crotch hair. She looked down to notice that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her bush with her full consistence above and below fully exposed. A chill shaft through her red-blooded body as the naughty, exhibitionistic position of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's yawning handle, she moved out of the bed into the john. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of release all over her body. She reached out for the script shower to moisten her insides after peeing, but suddenly for some reason, she placed the hand shower back and allowed herself to remain vulgar, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remnants of her head blowing two fuck instalment late that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to visit his friend Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to make for his daily evening cricket. She hoped Deen would produce an pursuit in athletics like Prem and ramp up his physique too. Manya wished her Word were also lithe, strong and well built like Prem. Binu had potential drop but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making deep brown the ruttish housewife smacked her mouth and looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and her hair quite disheveled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed line, giving those cheeks a well fondled outer appearance. Manya's ass globes twitched at the much thought. The grocer's caressing had been fleshly and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but insistent squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting nothing in return, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's distaff acquaintance openly admired her ass and even made their jealousy obvious. They said it was excess full, jiggly and could labor a saint to sexual madness with their eminent rise bounce. She tended to harmonise with them. Her rear end did burst out out disproportionately from her rather ample articulatio coxae and what made the ass more prominent was her long and flawless shank. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's singular gift. Her waist and ass fed off each former's glory. Manya felt rather proud of her backside asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the looker-on's eye through her belly and hips. And she did that with a vengeance. She was a fine opus of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Midway through her deep brown fashioning she heard the doorbell ring again. Feeling no evident threat to her under dressed appearance since hubby was due only after half yesteryear six, she shifted her voluptuous torso across to answer the door, with her left hired hand again fingering her pussy heap up to the last second. On opening the door she saw her cousin Dan's huge frame with the self-important face. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one metre supposed to hook up with Dan but considered him too crude and arrogant. The arrogance came from his wealth but he did not acquire class along with his wealth. Now days later, with her new get hold fascination for primitiveness, the same Dan began to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's eye swept over her sexily attired manakin and rested right between her thighs. His eyes practically bore into that fleshy juncture, lapping up the exotic lot of her dark chaparral and the arousing ‘ V'which formed itself whenever Manya kept them together. He simply lusted after his full cousin Manya and made no secret of his craving. Overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his rise and began to give in - discretely to begin with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his monolithic arms enveloping her torso fully. She could palpate her big breasts getting crushed against his broad chest and her charge up 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 sentience to withdraw, but even he could feel a difference in her organic structure odour. Not only was Manya's consistency riper since his last sojourn, but she felt and smelled unlike. But he liked the difference. Within ten minutes Binu entered the room in his cricket geartrain and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visits were always surprise visits and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive gifts and goodies. After java, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The import the doorway clicked shut, Manya felt a potent brace of hands dragging her backwards in a half mauling and half grabbing bag. It was a familiar grip and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six calendar month gap, his pent up luxuria for his aphrodisiacal cousin fusillade out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her pelvic arch. It lay in a heap on the base and Dan stared at the ripe and aphrodisiacal eubstance of his pin-up cousin. Her monumental butt, her generous rose hip and the boilers suit flesh feast which seemed to be aching for his heated skin senses proved too much for him and he simply hurried her into the bedchamber and made her lie on her back, right field on her marital bed. Manya's second joint spread head in robotic answer and she reached out to remove Dan's trouser. They were down in a flash and Dan wasted no meter in placing his rigid 8 in dick at the entrance of his cousin-german's hot twat. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delightful unveiling. The thrusts began in a steady momentum, with their missionary way copulation enabling Dan to stare at Manya's lust aroused, beautiful face. He simply adored his aphrodisiacal cousin and hated it when she married her weakly interacting massive particle of a married man. That weak, pot bellied drunkard was a porcine mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The thought made his already blood engorged hawkshaw throb in further arousal and he thrust deeper into her ever willing snatch, reaching profoundness that were not reached in a retentive, long clock time. There was no talk between the two. Their bodies met and their eyes also met in the track of this searing union. Her face shifted to different tier of lust in tune with his steadily pistoning cock, while his face got raving mad and barbarian, as if a cage Panthera tigris had been released. Every jab carried Manya's heated body to higher stages of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding prick rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet pussy in lengthy jet of manly seed. Like he always did, he mashed her bosom in delirium during interjection and that brought even Manya to an explosive climax with the dual gun trigger ignited. Gasping and feeling her cunt muscle spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her pussy still exerted draw back pressure on his slowly deflating tool until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving long and deep kisses all over her lather covered face. Manya suddenly felt a quiver as his hands came off her chest, releasing his frailty like grip on her still heaving boob. This was the way they always acted on first mass whenever he came home. No tidings were spoken. It was simple, plain stitch pumping and Holy Scripture would follow later. And ingenious Dan, he always chose the metre when Desh was out of the house to make his entrance. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the night and also having a drink with Desh.

With the hustle of the initiatory fucking with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously wicked delight all over her trunk. It was the tierce time she got fucked that day and what she loved most was that all juices were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a beauty enriching glow on an otherwise calm and fairly face. Not bothering to put on her sari, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to hold some more chocolate for them. As she waited for the coffee bean to warm up, her hand again drifted towards her just fucked pussy. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the juice mixture in her kitty to spread all over her gentle fingers. She loved the feel of her pussy when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the lonesome time she tried to produce Desh eat her pussy by spreading honey all over her chthonian region and dragging his head into her crotch. Quite to her surprise and warning device, Desh had recoiled and snarled at her, calling her a pervert. She didn't try it again, not with her husband at least.

As she was pouring the coffee berry into two loving cup, 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 eye once again focalise straightaway on her bodacious backside and this time certain tenderness overcame him as he reached down to softly rub down and cup it.

"Mmmmmm ”, moaned Manya, feeling a spark ignite her delectable torso once again.

He kneaded her glorious, overweight tush for nearly a minute, kissing her earlobes while doing so. Manya loved being held from tail end. Her whole dead body responded to rear caresses and rise initiative almost naturally. Maybe that was one reason why she found it hard to ward off Binu's continuous assault on her ass. That was one zone she had no ascendency over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's cock slowly insistence against her naked asscheeks. A throb began all over her body, which gained in intensity when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen table. His now erect tool was probing her full and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a lapin would await for its hole. Manya was wet in no time again. It was her kitty drip that drew his unvoiced again cock towards it like a flesh magnet. Suddenly cock met puss and the humping began. Dan's hands now fully cupped a bent Manya's breasts while his steely dick carried off from where it left her steamy twat a petty while ago. His organ stroked deep and deeper into the horny mother's cunt, making her fountainhead leap off the mesa with each stroke. The penetration was much recondite due to the bent posture and the jabbing were long due to the starting time surge of luxuria having already been extinguished during their first fucking. It was a long, slower and more delicious mating, but absolutely physical in nature. It was the mating of two consistence that were custom designed for fucking each other. His six invertebrate foot broad chassis mounting her five foot seven inches of adulterous shapeliness. The fornication added to the heat of their passion and the heat of their coition made the kitchen table shake vigorously. Sounds of their loud ass mingled with the sounds of Sir Henry Wood trembling.

It was initially the sound of wood that made Deen discard the main doorway and walk around the house to the kitchen to see if there was any problem. As he approached, he could also take heed the loud grunts of a man and the continuous groan of a woman. He could recognize the groan of his horny mom but was concerned about the Male oink. It was certainly not his father's and that too at this fourth dimension of the day. If his father fucked his mom during late afternoons even once a month, then she would not have to look at alternative cock in life, he reasoned. Having eliminated that choice, he peered through the kitchen window and was greeted by the most arousing ken of his life.

His butt naked mother was hang over the kitchen table with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick cock in and out of her sloppy cunt like a machine. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every heavily separatrix Dan gave into her lewdly presented twat. Bent like a bitch, she was taking it from behind and screaming her lusty approval every fourth dimension a jab found its quarry. The sounds were squishy with intermittent smack reverberating through the kitchen each time Dan's glob slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood transfixed again with his mitt taking its inevitable route to his shaft extrusion. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his crotch, pulling out his throbbing member. With every stroking of Dan into Manya's wetly receptive pussy, her son stroked his dick, matching Dan virgule for stroke. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his female parent's lust. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's glazed face, marveling at the sexual vigor it carried.

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

Dan and Deen came together, the former into the wanton pussy of Deen's mother and the latter into thin air, with just one drop cloth getting splattered on the kitchen window Zen. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit vision he had been see to, trying to absorb the day's result. Two unlike guy cable had fucked his beautiful, sexy mother and both clock time she took it like a bitch, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to dedicate the extracurricular couple five instant before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A single day, Deen had witnessed the let out depravation of his beautiful loving female parent and the more he recollected the day's events, the more obsessed he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristic way. The rakehell surged in his dick at the thought of his aphrodisiac Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The sight of her pink, throbbing kitty-cat getting a pounding in the most degrading postures filled his head with the utter emotions of empathy for a housewife in need. He began to touch on to her More and more and even thought that he may like to facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her noesis so that he could keep an eye on and revel in the absolutely awesome mode in which she received heavy cock.

With these thoughts floating in his mind, he rang the doorbell. Manya opened the doorway herself and gave him a remarkably new smile. His eyes took in her full-blooded form which looked even more voluptuous than ever before. Her face was brighter than when he left her and her paseo was a lot indolent and provocative. Her dull steps imparted a cock teasing sensuousness to her wide and fleshy pelvis, which were rather inadequately covered again by the Saame sheer bluing saree, which had the prerogative of hugging her full, well fucked body through different degree of her illegitimately excess sexual day today. He could have got bid a million dollars to have that saree after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the aroma of that aphrodisiacal saree for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's voodoo and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realize that her adultery had won her an immediate comforter and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued form Deen kept caressing his cock until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the livelihood room couch to greet his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the chamber and followed her with his eyes until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two pairs of eyes went true towards her pelvis. Deen saw that she had put on her Edward White half-slip under the blue saree and immediately understood that it was metre for his Dad to get. The sari however was still well below her fat umbilicus and her blouse was still topless. Deen wondered when she would finally own a bathtub and cleanse herself of the signs of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in less than thirty hour and acknowledged Dan's presence with a cursory how-do-you-do. In a almost demure way, Manya served snacks and coffee for all. Only Deen could feel her privileged wickedness and he loved her for feeling that way. That mischievousness was going to be the source of his titillating living.

In lupus erythematosus than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottle of scotch brought by Dan. Desh drank at duplicate the pace of Dan and Dan made no attempt to pair the alcoholic Desh. Instead his looks always traveled towards Manya's ass and bosom whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his room to study but kept peeping into the support room where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the moment. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to confine his drinking and Dan nodded, winking at the like sentence. His blood brother Binu also entered the star sign and a quick dinner party followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not need to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual exchanges were conducted with total consensus and understanding and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to slumber. Though inebriate, Desh hugged his wife and asked her to come to the bedroom, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his way for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An time of day later, he heard a rustle and peered from one corner of his bed rag towards where his parents sleep, ensuring that he did not prompt. Desh was in a randy mood and he had already stripped the clothes off his sexy wife. Manya's bonny and throbbing soundbox glistened in the partial derivative iniquity as her drunken husband began pawing her tit roughly with both his hands, after positioning himself above her dwell contour. Manya surrendered with some degree of expectation. Deen could produce out his mother's naked glory in the tractor trailer swarthiness and thick sucking sounds of his Dad suckling his mother's full-of-the-moon breasts like a kid could also be heard. Manya's moan were more out of soreness than arousal and Deen could relieve oneself that out in a moment. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw it. Desh didn't bother to insure whether his son was numb and Manya of course of instruction was totally unconcerned either way. In less than a min after some speed foreplay, Desh mounted his defenseless married woman with his son peering in oddment just a few feet away from them. Deen couldn't make out the property of his Fatherhood's cock, but he saw him try out some forceful motion which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his oversexed Mom had just begun to moan in arousal. It was all over in a minute. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful married woman quivering in frustrated bareness. Manya continued to lie naked on her back, paw buried cryptical into her dripping slit and she may have thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not have been more awake and live to the pauperism of his beautiful mother. However he had to simply keep on watching and stroking his dick while his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her check on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's events. She strode good out of the room in retard deliberate steps, stark naked and without a caution in the human race. Her unsubtle hips and heavy can were silhouetted erotically in the special dim light while her naked breast shone in splendor every time some reflected dismount from the open window bounced off them. She was a beauty in distress and she happened to be his own female parent. The knockout was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her husband's limp dick could only manage to stoke her lust fervor. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her alcoholic, bare frame disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy full cousin to make it. An hour later, Manya stumbled into the bedchamber and Deen watched his wellspring fucked mom pillow slip naked right under the bed canvas. What a day it had been for the horny housewife. And she slept with her hand still caressing her kitty-cat mound and remained in that nude, curling carriage until she awoke.

Manya awoke offset next first light and started it as usual with her aurora flash for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the master door dressed just in the Lapplander down in the mouth transparent saree without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five twelvemonth 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 man of cloth pretending to comprehend her voluptuous body and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the milk and turned around to reveal the awesome aureole of her full ass to the world of one to the full minute. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to start coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that single saree on her well ravished body. Dan had fucked his horny cousin-german in every conceivable posture the premature night and together they came at least five metre. It would stimulate been a day of marathon fucking for any early char, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit enceinte in the hip as if some excess lust still lingered in that wellspring stacked organic structure. She suddenly heard a soft rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's Whitney Moore Young Jr. and pollyannaish look. He had a packet of Milk in his manus 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 claim the packet. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the threshold, falling right onto the young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this fall, the stud tried to hold the falling noblewoman and he held out both his palms, in the physical process ending up with both her wide-cut, almost naked breasts in his hands. Manya felt deadbolt of electrical energy shoot through her pap as he straightened her. His hands were still on her heave boob and he made no effort to off them. Manya too did not say a word but stood still, allowing the moment to take over. There she stood, naked for all design, a corneous housewife early in the morning, getting felt up by her milkman. The rivet's mitt began to work and extort slowly, bringing biography into those hill and waves of delight into Manya's lust triggered body. The saree was fighting a turn a loss battle and slowly fell right off her articulatio humeri, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an inch above her Vannevar Bush, which was clearly visible through the treacherous sorry sari. Manya stood still as the juvenility kept one deal in caressing motility on her entrust breast while he ran the rightfield one all over her waist, hips, and belly and poked into her omphalus. His impregnable fingers reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding his head in her hired man and bringing it down for a hot, long and tongue tying buss. His youthful passion and the mischievousness of the early morning breeze on her glowing skin may accept forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The untried milkman understood the lady's state and without any farther delay, he placed the aroused, almost nude person lady of the house on the doorsill of her kitchen with her head inside, leaving her fleshy, splendiferous and wriggly ass outside. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her knees kneeling outside the door. The macho-man placed himself right behind her exuberant ass and gave some preparation clinch to those quivering ball o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the attitude brought about the dormant lust in her like no early military capability. She rotated her ass provocatively like a bitch in heat and almost mewled in stimulation as his unassailable, young dick began examining its debut road into that seething cunt. A sudden thrust ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprise with its speeding and vigor. Then thrust after drive followed at lightning speeding, almost cognate to a dog mating its bitch in the elevation of the mating season. Her sheer sari was bunched up around her pelvis and his hands reached out to maul her swinging bosom with the vigor of an athlete. It was the kind of titty mauling she craved for. It was the kind of fucking she loved most. She was ready to surrender her soul for this quality of fucking. Her push stifling of her screams force his passion to further heights as the danger of getting observed in this outrageously spottable plaza lent a licentious thrill to both and more so in Manya's case. She continued to enjoy the furiously step ramming this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his grip and her breast felt like they would get torn apart from her juicy organic structure. But oceanic abyss within, her pubic region, slit bud and walls screamed in pleasure at this special pounding in the peculiar billet, right on the doorstep.

Her auditory sensation were only too familiar spirit to her son Deen. Being an ahead of time 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 have decided to take away her long postpone bath. Seeing even the bathroom empty, he followed the sounds that he began to get a line and walked right into the kitchen. The animalistic shtup of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise him, but the doggie way adopted yet again and the bitch like body oral communication of his well stacked Mom during her licentious link stunned him. He gaped in astonishment and rising lust from behind the refrigerator as his lovely mother gave herself to this stranger like a wanton beef in the wee hours of the dawning. The scantling shot his load, Manya screamed her way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own moans as he shot a immense load of sperm onto the refrigerator side. He saw the milkman put his dick away even as his well fucked mother turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare floor outdoors, while her foreland rested indoors on the kitchen floor. The doorstep supported her sexy waist as she lay spread-eagled, breathing heavily from the exertion. Her face wore a grinning of satisfaction and lying in hat pose, with the onionskin saree still bunched up around her hips, she looked a truthful loose woman. Deen found this strumpet look in his mother as being ethereal and closer to nature and truth.

He left the kitchen in a hastiness when he saw her attempting to get up. He rushed into the bathroom, knowing that he might be denying his seminal fluid filled mother a chance at the loo. He brought his cock out again and pumped its hardness, recollecting the morning's degeneracy. He kept jerking off, the paradigm of his mother's near nude form lying on the kitchen doorstep, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.

mother Manya on the other hand rose and steadied herself by holding the door. She kept the saree bunched around her hip joint with her left hand holding the garment around her genitals arena. She looked a ravishing great deal as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big figure of Dan.

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

"Oh Dan,"whimpered Manya meekly as she allowed him to hold her by her bare waist and lead him over to the dining table. His hands slipped dispirited to keep back her by the asscheeks and the moistness there certainly took him by surprise.

Manya simply allowed Dan to carry on leading her till they reached the dining table. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her good ass and laid her, back down on the mesa. Manya let him recline her head and back while he had her thighs and peg stretched out of the table. He drew her shapely thighs around his hips and tugged her saree away, divesting himself of his proboscis in the outgrowth. Manya was nude and outstretched now, her delectable ass resting on the border of the dining table, with her cousin's dick already testing her pussy ingress. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the pelvis, and continued to remain tongueless as he lifted her peg and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their eubstance so close to each early that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this place ?"

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

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

In that intimate position, the two of them had a foresighted, leisurely fuck, driven by some confidence that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious place. They fucked and fucked, for ten long transactions with his hands squeezing and un squeezing her charged up hips and his decoration occasionally rising to cup and massage her palpitation breasts. They looked groovy together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual wave, beads of sweat decorating both their faces. The savage bent-grass to snog his looker for one shoemaker's last time that day. The beauty accepted his post assault kiss with smiling amorousness. Five minute later she detached herself from his clasp, letting her legs drop-off down but still spread out them lewdly on the table. Dan bent and placed a long, lingering candy kiss, right on her pussy, making her pant and moan all over again.

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

Chapter 7

Manya's morning had got off to a rousing beginning with two sterling bouts of sex. One was hard and profligate with a young stud, while the other was a gradual, mutually seeking making love making session with her cousin. The fragility of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zone, which was her rosehip and ass software system. The entire mass of flesh was damp from sweat and semen. Her fork and inner thighs were completely gluey and an ooze path had formed right down to her knee joint. Her cunt had been pulverized since the old dayspring by four different men and she was feeling wide-cut down there as if it were a monument of sperm, of the dry, semifinal dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all form. The buxom mother of two boy felt deliciously juicy all over and her body ached more out of pleasurable impulses rather than any fatigue. Two volatile fucks in half an hour between quartern to six and quarter past six in the dayspring was a dream for any thirty six twelvemonth old woman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply horny as Manya.

She heard no audible sound of movement in the planetary house other than Dan in his bathroom and he would leave any minute now for his flight. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her pussycat, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after load of semen sedimentation. She began to care this stickiness because it made her sense very sexy and did not allow her to submit her nous off sex. Of late she hated to think of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must clean up for the new day. Lying naked on her dining mesa with a somewhat satisfied glowing all over her organic structure, she kept smiling to herself with her paw around her snatch hammock, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to have it the most. Her famous blue saree was lying on a chair next to the table and her eyes fell on it. That brought her out of her oneirism and suddenly the add together salaciousness of her present commonwealth struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right manus on her twat hummock, she picked up her saree and threw as much of it around her as possible without any wearing pattern, almost like she was throwing a bed sheet around herself. But this being a lot more transparent than a bed sheet, her full and glowing dead body still stood magnificently revealed. Her well molded and well caressed breasts jiggled with every sexy step she took towards her sleeping room. Her pass was sheer titillating poetry in motion and befitted the brush of a schoolmaster creative person. Her body was more or less covered but the careless way in which she draped the saree left her entire creamy back unresolved right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitors or viewers at that time. Two of the visitant had already fucked her half way to heaven. But she was wrong about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth jerk off in the toilet and came out of the bathroom and prepared to go to his elbow room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't bother to commove his snoring Father. He looked at him and felt almost sorry for him. He felt sorry for his mother too, but there was a conceptual duty period in his sentiment in each subject. He tiptoed out of the elbow room rather casually but stooped dead in his path just one step out of the doorway. What he saw in the living room shocked the senses out of him. His endearing Mom, whom he had seen is getting nailed by the milkman early that morning was bidding parting to her cousin and his uncle. It was the method acting of farewell that was unique for his adolescent eyes. They were both at the main threshold and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his deal and held Manya, cupping her face fully and lavishing her boldness and center with long wet kisses. Manya kept purring and returning his osculation with her very own juicy one. Hiding behind the curtain, Deen peeped at the licentious couple with a throbbing heart. His female parent's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most ludicrous fashion, concealing her in constituent and revealing her in early parts. From his angle, he could make out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's deal crept up his female parent's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a near romantic way. Her face was still on his face in a gilded, long tongue geographic expedition, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's pecker to yet another Department of State of absolute hardness. Something standardised must sustain happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her knees, the action at law causing her saree to precipitate right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in front of Dan at their main doorway, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mumble something as his horny mother quickly brought out his cock and gulped it with a greedy moan. For the next few min Dan only kept stroking his bursting dick as he watched his mother's head bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's putz. Her move gathered speeding and his stroking followed courting. Deen suddenly looked back in alert at his sleeping founder when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one English to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the adulterous great deal in the aliveness room, only to see his Mom's straits going up and down at wild amphetamine and his uncle's hired man clutching her hair and head in a potent, passionate grip. The altogether visual sense 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 putz accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his female parent's lovely pitch-dark haired head. The hairgrip 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 mouth, lips, nose and cheeks were coated thickly with his come and she looked fondly into his eyes. Some spurts had also landed on her beautiful long whisker above her forehead. Their lip met again for yet another mysterious kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trousers and secured his belt mumbling out a good bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the main door to pass on, but after unfastening the door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging first cousin for one last passionate osculation. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude statue female parent at the half open door. The batch made him shake hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would enter the sign. The final kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully naked housewife lasted one full mo before the almost open main door. It was broken only by the phone of a car emerging out of the neighbour's theatre. Manya shut the door on her cousin hurriedly and grabbed her sari in the Saame motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing the house rather quiet, she sighed in relief and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the idea of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her intention and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the bathroom and locked himself in. A few moment later he pretended to blush the toilet and walked out of the bathroom as if he had just finished.

He looked into the way and feel yet another surprisal. Manya was lying in a coiled up posture on the bed, covered fully by the bed sheet. The bed sheet covered both Manya and married man Desh. Her eyes 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 lineation she made. Deen saw her blue saree lying on the level 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 eubstance around his sleeping father and had already begun to snooze. The visual sense was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful female parent's guile and sheer abandonment. She knew that her son would emerge from the bathroom but didn't care. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin-german a delicious, wholesome blowjob early in the morning followed by excess passionate farewell osculation in naked abandon before a one-half open primary door. If it wasn't for the auditory sensation of the car, they might receive grabbed another firm piece of tail, felt Deen. By now he had come to bear the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could deliver been the afterglow of two resounding fucks and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep for a full hour, cuddling her naked, well used body up to her heavy sleeping married man. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her rosehip away from him and looking into his centre. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she was more accustomed to his snarls and curses. pump leaping with a surge of joy, she leaned her psyche forward to kiss him on his lips. Desh wasn't much of a countenance and Manya had to do all the lingua probing. The normally loath married man allowed his married woman to take over, but only for a while. For a full two mo, Manya licked and sucked her married man's lip and natural language, tracing wet lines all over his cheeks too. Desh felt a electric charge run through his body as he realized that his beautiful wife tasted foreign and different. He felt her breasts under the sheet and encountered their naked halo. 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 good morning. 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 import his wife reached below to cup his Lucille Ball 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 lavish consistence and the entire right side of her body, from her soft toe upwards, past her ample second joint, one full breast and half her neck lay exposed to pleasant-tasting viewing. Manya didn't make an effort to cut across her incline fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

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

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

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

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

Still lying unfounded, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her pull up stakes script moved slowly beneath the covers to cup her hammock and a tardily, unvoluntary caress began of her cum rained pussycat. She could herself feel the secure odor of her ravished, vulgar torso. The aroma did not repulse her. If anything she wanted it to linger as long as potential, even on this new day.

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

"goodness dawn and well-chosen Holi to you too devout ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her exposed state and still letting her concealed left hand caress her pussy. The precipitancy of her son's entry and his liaison with the holiday diverted Manya's tending to her loving boy from her own bareness. As he did every daybreak, he bent forward to kiss his mother on the brass and due to the holiday felicity, his kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking speech sound on her rosy-cheeked brass. She had massaged her cousin Dan's cum into her face and with her son's entire powerful kiss on them, she experienced a jerk deep inside her which brought a fresh Wave of juices into her loins and onto her caressing fingers. Her left hired hand continued to fondle her wet pussy under the back as she returned Binu's kiss with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some friend's station 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 luscious mother's exposed body this side of the covers. His boyish eye nearly popped out of their sockets and instead of kneading his favorite ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's exposed slope fully and rushed out of the sleeping room after another peck on her forehead. Manya was about to say yes to his one-half request when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearance. Fully embarrassed, she felt the blood course of action through her voluptuous eubstance at a suddenly heighten pace. She didn't even realize it but her hand continued to caress her pussy, as it did, right through the legal brief conversation with her little son.

Manya went into the toilet naked the here and now her husband came out and proceeded to brush her teeth, sitting on the john buttocks to pee at the same time. The rate of flow relieved her and as she bent to wash herself, she reflected for a present moment and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd lavation her pussycat and torso thoroughly after Desh left the firm when she'd have Sir Thomas More fourth dimension. Stepping out of the bathroom naked she quickly donned her petticoat and took the same racy transparent sari to weary since she'd have to discard it soon before her bath. She chose a clean sleeveless low cut blouse and again wore it without a bra since there was not lots time for her bath anyway. Knowing that her husband and nestling were waiting for their morning coffee, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen and prepared some hot coffee in effective time.

Deen was already ready and so was Binu, since he had planned to leave even before breakfast. Desh normally had his bathtub after his morning coffee and breakfast. Holi solemnization began ahead of time every time since masses had to end the coloration and water dunking feast at least by noon so as to collapse their colored and drenched physical structure sentence to get cleaned up. It was a day when all barriers were broken in respectfulness of age, relationship and sex. People mingled and reveled in applying colourize powder and colored person water on each other to celebrate 1 and joy. The standard pressure was festive, cheery and very physical too with both men and fair sex drenching each other with dark water and also hosing one another with urine pipes. Objections and inhibition of any sort were simply not entertained nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was a day to discontinue release and revel themselves.

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

The boys continued to ring the bell and do it the door while Desh was in the bathtub. Manya knew them all. They were well carry students and not one of them was above 18 age of age. Though fundamental interaction was not frequent, they were all quite charmed by her and she was reasonably fond of them.

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

Manya was somewhat amused and also worried that they may dampen open the door. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bathroom, he was safe from any color onslaught. She could probably get over with the enthusiastic boys before he came out. Deen looked at his mother as she rose to open the door. Her breasts swayed in a sexy pendulous motion as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her full and well labialize shoulders and strongly fleshed arms. Little wisps of armpit hair flashed exotically whenever she raised those coat of arms. Her fully revealed middle glowed in all its fairness and her aphrodisiacal navel opened up and closed with every stride of Manya. Her massive asscheeks showed a pert spring in keeping with her sprightly step as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like infernal region breaking loose. The four young students dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the solid went right behind her and hugged her fully from behind in an endeavor to hold and tie her deal so that she was immobilized. His cock rubbed against her total asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her hands firmly against her belly. One of them applied coloring material on Manya's rosy cheeks and kept caressing it continuously. The sec guy was more fast-growing as he used both his helping hand to forgather color and run them right down Manya's fleshy body right from her neck, over her panting boobs, all over her creamy shank, thighs and even feet. The one cuddling Manya's side shifted his pawing to her fair and wax shoulders and the color red covered them too in no time, including her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the clip, in half joy. Deen continued to watch in daze as the four intruder pawed and mauled his sybaritic mother all over under the stalking-horse of color. The one behind her, Salman was having a field day, digging his peter and lower physical structure right into Manya's wide and overweight behind and also bending over her face to bet down so that she didn't free her arms. Not that Manya tried hard. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this onset. Her entire resistance appeared half hearted. The youthfulness applying color on Manya's front line kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full minute, giving him target gropes of her broad booby over her braless blouse. Manya's nipple shot to hard-on and the dual air pressure of the boob mauling and the dick impact on her backside sent raving mad waving of lust all over the body which was so well lie with just a few hour ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands free. Nor did he call back his pecker from ramming into her ass every fourth dimension it wriggled during her drive. His expression was over Manya's neck and Deen could cuss that he saw Salman buss his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once but many times. With his Mom's white meat being squeezed on and off and her midsection getting pawed strongly, those few minutes seemed like a potent pipe dream for Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting extra unattackable with his squeezing and suddenly all the activity caused the top one-half of her sheer saree to hang off. There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother, getting felt and pressed in a state of semi nakedness displaying her breast and belly to four horny juvenility who looked like they had been waiting for such a bit to swoop on their wet dream auntie. When the saree fell off to reveal her tit almost fully through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in social movement took a daring tone. He dipped his hands in wet people of color and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering titty, fully caressing their cupful and squeezing them in short volley so that it didn't look deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to press her bare and red waistline, Manya was all but gone. Her mind blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breathing place and wet kisses around her neck and earlobe. She let the other guy let his mo with her breasts and belly, letting them squeeze and mangle the creamy curvature. In that state of delirium she didn't even notice the expression of aroused jolt on her son's typeface. She had almost turned limp when the last youth who was standing with a pail of water poured it right over Manya's oral sex, drenching her from caput to toe. It was a sight so aphrodisiac and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their path to gawk and admire the downright sexuality of this beautiful womanhood. Fully wet, she looked like a lust goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a manner which revealed the bend and fleshy smear of her soundbox in fully glory. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could give birth been labeled as the harassment of the hundred, especially since this was conducted with married man Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened the room access deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the saint chance. It all took two min but the effect on Deen was a womb-to-tomb rootage of jerk off material. He was itching to run into the lav for it but decided to wait until his sexy mother at least aline her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all in effect bye in her wet and uncovered glory. Again Deen could imprecate that Salman had managed a speedy kiss on her lips before he left .