The shrill morning alarm system sent uncontrollable bolts and waves into Manya's torso as she stirred, opened her late eye and cast a sleepy glance towards the place next to her. Her optic met with the not so breathe in sight of her still snoring husband Desh, cuddled up like an insecure child, his breath carrying the odor of liquor and his breast panting in humdrum geometrical regularity. The 36 year old housewife sighed and shifted her replete underframe slowly out of the bed to begin another day. Clad in a thin clean blouse without a bra and a loosely tied underskirt which settled about six inches below her mysterious navel, she dragged her voluptuous body out of bed towards the lavatory, pausing for a moment to seem at herself in the mirror on the way. She looked rumpled and two clit of her blouse were unbuttoned as common. Her chocolate-brown black aureole stared ripe out of her thin blouse and this first light the death were piercing and pointed, declarative mood of her bodily need for a to the full blooded fuck. Almost involuntarily her handwriting went to the fleshy region between her second joint and almost expectedly she encountered wetness which began to gain in heat, the present moment her fingerbreadth sought the warm folds. With an inaudible groan, she gave one loving wring between her inner thighs and went right into the toilet.

While peeing, she let out a thrill of relief as some of the accrued horniness found alternate release. But only some of it. Stepping out and in the Sami scant attire she moved to the briny threshold to gather the morning milk. Opening the threshold, she bent to pick up the milk and in the mental process her full tit spilled out to form a scrumptious segmentation. From the corner of her eye she saw the milkman's bike parked in the chemical compound and realized that he was still around and was perhaps waiting for her daily appearance. A full minute was spent in gathering the Milk River during which her creamy breast spilled nearly 80 percent out of her thin, low cut blouse. Giving this morning show was now a habit, both for her and the milkman, a strapping 25 year old guy. She got her daily starting flush from this flash lamp and even when someone early than the common milkman delivered the Milk, they learnt to stay until Manya gathered her milk.

turn her back to the milkman, she started closing the door, giving him a lingering scene of her ample, meaty ass and a rousing arse view of her bole, especially since the underskirt came down to well below her hips and settled almost at the showtime of her ass crack. Just before finally losing the door, she turned again towards the exterior and offered another flash of her huge midriff, with its break open curve at the waist and the juicy, deep, inviting omphalos. This drill was her morning restorative and a day was insipid without it.

The stallion five feet seven inch of her full bodied, well stacked, alcoholic flesh swayed with a heady thanksgiving as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a moment to peep into the elbow room of her two Word, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and subject matter, hands between his thighs and lost in a dreamy world, while Binu was sleeping on his backrest, his right hand placed idly around his privates. What caught her eye was, however the bivouacking in his underdrawers, sticking imposingly out at the ceiling. She smiled indulgently like a mother would, but a recondite dampening crept up her pussy, which was already aroused by the morning show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to get up the morning coffee bean and breakfast. Within an hr all hell would ruin loose as three males would rush through their dawn subprogram, gulp their food and flee the house, leaving her all alone. The thought made her feel a bit empty-bellied but also filled her with an go-ahead and abandonment that came from the knowledge that she would be all by herself with her voluptuary, sensuous body.

Deen was always the initiatory one to wake up. Nearly six pes magniloquent, he was a blue giant, loose limbed and with the body oral communication of a skilful and lovable kid. Manya continued to persist in her attire even before her kids and it had become formula for them to learn their skimpily clad Mom go about her chores every forenoon in that state of undress. She had been doing it now for the retiring 4 years out of sheer public toilet and it never struck her that their bursting internal secretion would one day demand cognizance of her ample spell, especially her well flesh out buttocks, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage.

"goodness dawning Mom ”, called out Deen, as he entered the kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his salutation, smiling into his soulful, loving and almost puppy like center. Deen could see right down her partly unbuttoned blouse and trace the replete curve of both her melon vine like breasts with the integral aura of their semitrailer pointed nipples.

His dick jerked to attention.

"Get ready dear. Today's your particular breakfast item. Manya moved towards the icebox, rubbing her full hips against his. Deen could find the heating, unmanliness and kernel of his Mom's hips as she went past him. He stifled a pant as her dainty finger's breadth inadvertently grazed his private parts. He wore no underwear beneath his boxershorts and he was startled by the near grip of his throbbing new 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 stirrings of humanness had been courtesy his beautiful Mom. His first dick fondling had taken plaza while he had seen her changing. His number one major jerk off had been over her photograph of her carrying him as a three year old. He loved concentrating on his three year old bridge player clutching at Manya's breast in the film. And when he came, he made sure that some drops always landed on the picture show, if possible 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 role, noticed her elder son's hoo-ha but did nothing in terms of either her dressing or body oral communication to divert him. If she was built sexy and left with an eternally ruttish soundbox due to her married man's laxness in bed, then she couldn't assistance it. No force on worldly concern can hide a woman in heat, especially a woman blessed with the rich contour and heavy warmness of Manya. She had a torso that craved loving. She had luscious breasts that ached to be caressed and fondled. She had a juicy waist that desired a man's tender touch. She had a massive, protruding, more than than proportionate ass that could well be her best asset. It was high, business firm, wide and with a curvature that sent viewers'passions soaring. There was not one of her husband's supporter that didn't want to larrup her buxom ass or dip into her juicy kitty-cat. She didn't care about their advances and over sentence she learnt to last with them. Even those long alcoholic company where men would pander in subtle gropes and almost leering scuttlebutt while her hubby would be sizzled left her quite in ascendency. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a encompassing mixed bag of men of all age grouping lusted after her juicy body.

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

"Hi Mom ”, he greeted her with a big hug and buss on the cheek. Binu was always the more demonstrative pronoun and physical of the two Thomas Kid. His hug lingered a little longer than requirement but Manya made no relocation to free herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his mother's brass, this clip rather close to the corner of her mouth. Manya felt his young, 12 class old erection thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her pussy moisten again. Binu's routine awakened her sleeping lust. Though twelve years old, his actions were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to snaffle her, rub his tool against her vast rump and let his hands roam all over his juicy mother's heroic waist. His hands groped the rear end of her braless blouse and made adequate contact with her hummock to make her squeal. It was easy for Manya to dismiss her petty son's turn as childlike. Only a part of her was convinced but she allowed that feeling to stay so that she was spared of any duologue with her conscience. Unlike his elder brother, Binu knew his pauperization and made his relocation very obvious, with no scope for any communication gap. Manya loved it. It made her feel very cherished and desirable. Binu on the other hired hand was sure that he was only expressing his extreme love for his mother.

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

Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her quiescence married man and studied his form as she neared him. He was an inch poor than her five feet seven inches, slender in arm and chest but with a pot belly that grew out of eternal 60 minutes of drink, both at home and outdoor. He snored the moment his psyche hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their former twenty-four hours of marriage when she used to wake up him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his ear lightly while her finger danced around his flaccid manhood. He would shake up in those years and wait until she would stroke him to semi hard-on. Then suddenly, without warning he would take hold of her by the waist and turn her around to throw her lie belly up on the bed. Using his left deal to trail her sari above her shine, hot thighs, he would guide his one-half ready prick into her already steaming pussy. A few swell virgule would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his tool into her eager love life nest whenever it slipped out. About 60 sec of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out a measly sum of sperm into her uterus, which would just about suffice to drizzle her just watering bozo. With an irritated oink he would simply twine off her and charge into the bathroom without even looking back. If he did, then he would have seen the writhing, frustrated body of his lovely married woman, branch paste, breathing heavily and thighs twitching in rising intensity.

The sight of a writhing semi nude Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an climax would take been the ultimate erotic sight for any peeping tom but for the sexy married woman herself it was a daily distortion. And she was forced to go through this agony on a daily basis, at meter with phrenetic geometrical regularity and with the greatest ever regularity in the last few months.

In the last few years here had been hardly any inspired bouts of love making, which for her lusty soundbox was a deprivation surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever choose between her day by day lucre and a daily screwing, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her hubby Desh alive. With the usual morning grunt and without the slightest steer of a anticipate early erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even care his beautiful wife.

The present moment her married man closed the bath door, she heard Deen call out,"Mom, I need help to wash my tomentum ”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's john. 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 course of Deen's bathroom. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a commode when Manya moved across to him, her braless breasts swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each step. Deen's eye got riveted onto his female parent's oceanic abyss and big navel point. As Manya bent and washed his hair with shampoo her belly button and glower belly stared right into his face. It was a double feast for the budding youth as his eyes absorbed he juicy depth of her stomach push button and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her bush, which permeated through the half-slip. In less than three moment his peter 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 same body. But being the female parent, she pretended normality and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her shot. The full-bodied lather forced Deen to close his eyes. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around him. Her manus felt like they were cajoling him into greater stimulation. Her big pinhead would dip every now and then to adjure into his head warmly while her crotch would reach tantalizingly close to his look, with the aroma almost sending him into a lusty stupor. The he felt the water raining down from the shower onto his face and head. On opening his middle he got a shock absorber. He was not the alone one wet. His mother's sexy trunk was drenched all over the top one-half, her nipples poking right out of her wet blouse. The stack was astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jiggling right in front of his face. Deen thought he would hit out his touchwood without even a touch. At the same clock time he was transfixed and puzzled by the sum unconcern with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son's aroused torso. She seemed to be completely casual in her near total exposure to Deen, her very own son. With her to the full pelvis barely a few column inch from his point, she turned around to turn off the shower, in the process presenting him with a psyche boggling show of her vast ass, covered only by a wet underskirt. The garment made a Brobdingnagian inroad into her butt crevice and the whole show was straight out of one of those soft porn flicks which he enjoyed now and then with his brother. But he was better blessed than his acquaintance because he had day-by-day veridical animation soft erotica view to live out in his own theatre and with his very own loving mother. A wild thought germinated in his mind which seemed to come 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 come were sown. Manya left the bathroom to check on her immature son Binu and Deen started to stroke his cock the mo his mother's audacious ass swayed out of sight. He needed the release.

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

"It's getting time for breakfast Binu ”, she announced as she entered, but her statement broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual manner his mitt completely encircled her full shank and caressed the folds at the sides with the index finger's breadth of his right hand straying into her navel to thumb it in a rotating motion. The posture lasted one minute of squealing and 60 sec of retard and steady pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this display of affection from Binu and only Manya suspected that the feeling was quite sexual even from her son's English. But as always, he would arrest just when her consistency began to give away her emotions. He would cease to fondle her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his gene and libido from her side of the home. But it was still too early to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that someone found her desirable and soul wanted to feel her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. Deep, punishing and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if potential right hand out of her brains.

Feeling fully aroused from all the amorous aid she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree around her wet underwear and went to broadcast the breakfast on the mesa. The dress felt burdensome and she found herself being slowed down by a still droning between her thighs. Involuntarily again, her left hand reached for her genitals. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the dress for at least 5 bit before the sound of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.

"You'll beguile a stale Mom in those wet dress. Go change,"suggested Deen, concerned as ever.

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

moment after they all left, Manya rushed into the chamber and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her clothes off her heated organic structure on the way. She unstrung her underskirt and tore the blouse off her bursting breasts as her lust aroused body flopped onto the soft bed. Both hands covered her full breast, the thenar kneading roughly and the fingers pulling at the now tart tips. Her legs thrashed about as she literally crushed her full dummy like a demons in heat. Her intact soundbox felt like it was on fire and she thought she would set off if it was not extinguished. Both her hands dropped quickly to her pussy cumulus and she worked her digit in and out of that rich and fleshy zone, causing her thighs to spread out, close and spread in a psyche boggling successiveness of abandonment. She gave herself in totally to the demands of her lush, neglected body. Her wasted curvaceousness surged with renewed hope every time she subjected herself to this burst of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as her finger delved and probed into her pixilated pussy, striking a frenzied regular recurrence in line with her wildly energise brain. The passionate start rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full coxa up and down on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny body to a new tallness of ecstasy. She felt the tide advance trench within her loin and it only drove her finger's breadth deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The lunar time period reached its height and let loose a bursting flood, washing her loins all over, making her fingers reach furious speeds until the collapse began, first in her loins, then in her fingers and finally in her gilt, fleshy inner thighs. With receding love, she slowly regained convention respiration, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the frown abdomen, feet still apart in a lewd admonisher of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with sweat and wet with her succus. The whole bed sheet was drenched and she silently decided that she would transfer it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.

Nearly half an hour after her marathon session she rose for a Bath. The nerveless urine felt comforting on her still hot trunk. She soaped herself generously, lingering long around her George Bush and pussy. She stroked, caressed and patted her mound indulgently until a waver of stimulation crept up her prickle all over again. Sighing, she stepped out stark bare into her bedroom. She used a cut whiten 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 consistency until it was wet. Then she took another towel to dry her long hair. She wrapped the towel around her hair after ten minute of arc of drying. Opening her closet, she tried to decide on what to wear when her eye fell on a tripping blue transparent saree and a sheer white blouse. She took both of them into her hands, without as a good deal as a thought for a bra and petticoat. She hated the free weight and force per unit area of undergarment. Whenever possible she simply discarded them. Manya loved to feel the fabric rub against her supple and sexy flesh, especially around her glorious hips and asscheeks. Not wearing a petticoat beneath a semi transparent saree gave a complete exposure of her lower treasures and overweight thighs. But she didn't precaution. She felt fully liberated whenever she dressed without underwear and she had the totally day right up to her hubby's arrival to slip back into them anyway.

However it did not apply to her two boy. She was well-situated without undergarment in their front and she guessed they were well-situated too. In any typeface there were no obvious signs of superfluity on their faces whenever they saw their Mom walking around in see through sarees without a hint of underclothing. rightfield through they were quite accustomed to seeing her with just one single garment on her lush physical structure, be it a half-slip and blouse or saree without petticoat. The fully attire was for their father, a fact which they came to realize rather former. The estimate made them feel good and cozy about their sexy mother. They loved her a lot more than for the supernumerary quilt level she seemed to share with them. It made them feel especial - and horny too. And they kept their tone to themselves - as yet.

Manya slipped sensuously into her sheer saree and blouse. It technically covered her whole organic structure but revealed its fleshy, creamy glory to awesome effect. Tied well below her deep and exotic navel, the sheer garment simply clung to Manya's ample hips and threatened to fall right off her juicy dead body if she even bent forward a little more than needed. The blouse, a sheer Edward D. White one, worn braless as always was so tight and low cut that half her segmentation was on show right through the flimsy saree. The bottom of the blouse was almost tucked into the base of operations of her full boobs, giving them life-time and spring as she walked. From the base of her breasts to maybe an inch above her George W. Bush was a completely revealed territorial dominion of pressurise flesh. Manya's windowpane of seduction was her fleshy yet sexy midsection and the horny housewife was fully cognizant of it. It was Brobdingnagian, wide and bedecked with possibly the deepest and naughty navel on earth. When she walked in this attire, her thighs and trimmed George Walker Bush offered themselves to view in tantalizing peep. Taking the rise up eyeshot, the saree dipped right down to the tips of her asscrack, billowing out to flimsily drape itself around Manya's meaty seat. The ass, asscheeks, asscrack, were all dangled juicily in front of any viewer who happened to run into this randy wife and mother of two. Putting it plainly, her whole body screamed for a fucking.

The commencement of restlessness crept into her boozer eubstance and Manya launched into her wonted knoll caress. She would finger herself after bath for about a few minutes everyday before preparing lunch. Now, while she was in that dreamy while, she heard the doorbell tintinnabulation. She first looked out of the window and saw that it was the grocer, who came once every three Clarence Day to fork over vegetables and fruits. Manya rose from the sofa, hand still on her crotch and moved to spread the door. She kept her deal on her hammock in a partial caress and retained it all the way up to the door, loath to give up the warm moistness which had begun to steep her loins and also mould a small wet patch on her sheer saree.

Chapter 3

Left to herself, Manya would have preferred to indulge in prolonged self ravishment in her present mood. Her mind quickly accepted the intrusion but the signaling to her horny soundbox got delayed a bit, causing a sealed inner discordance, especially between her thighs, where a tiny ooze had just about begun. Caressing herself, she half opened the door and peered out to ask if there was any fresh poppycock. She kept just her heading out of the door, her manus still playing with her pussy through the sheer folds of her saree. The grocer announced that many of her usual choice of vegetables were fresh and she may like to get a feeling and decide. Manya was still a wee bit reluctant and she looked at the grocer thoughtfully, fingers still playing with her puss behind the doorway. With one terminal poking, she withdrew her paw from where she loved to keep it the most and threw the door wide open. The grocer, a thick man in his former mid-thirties gaped in astonishment at her dress, or the lack of it and kept gaping until Manya coughed to draw off his aid. The grocer's brain worked at the upper of Light, unable to fathom the Delicious pot in front of him. He knew from his buy at visits that Manya was hot and horny. He had encountered many a turned on homemaker in all his house cut-rate sale over the year. He could descry a athirst pussy when he saw one. Over the lowest one year he had seen Manya in respective regardless states of dressing but somehow she always seemed in control of thing. It was more like she was teasing masses rather than inviting them. He also realized that she couldn't continue to be a cock tantalization indefinitely and his prick was bound to have its day. Her appearing told him that today could be the day. The way she was dressed, she needn't have worn any wearing apparel. The saree was fully guileless, showing him all of her. The fertile shrub, those splendiferous thighs and the entire middle, everything lay before him like a feast, with her belly push calling attending to his gaze. While she was fingering herself the top one-half of her saree had slipped aside, leaving her rich and trench navel fully exposed to his view. With the creamy flesh above and below it aching to be pawed and felt, the navel resembled a pussy in need, quivering and juicy.

Manya bent forward to examine some of the leafy veg and this made the top half of her sari driblet, revealing her generous segmentation with a clear vision of her perked up nipples. She didn't realize that her saree had dropped and continued with her genuine task of grocery store picking from his basket. The grocer's eyes popped right out their sockets and his pecker threatened to bust out of the fabric it was stretching around his genital organ. His strong hands felt a rush of blood as did every vena in his body. Manya was decidedly the hottest of his client and he looked forward to visiting her house more to experience the surprisal she held for him in the form of her wearing apparel code. But this day surpassed all that he had seen before. knocker, mammilla, navel, midriff, thighs, and bush - every apothecaries' ounce of her juiciest theatrical role was starkly visible through her dream like garments. The Arabian dancers did wear transparent bottoms but at least they wore scanty. Here a heart older housewife was treating him to fleshy delights of the sort people only dreamt of.

The apparent affair of Manya with the grocery basketball hoop and her ignorance of the state of her boobs suited the grocer and he let his hungry eyes travel all over her well-endowed form, taking in the gender oozing out of every column inch. His eyes rested for longer moments on her hip joint, the exposed fortune of which was like a mass of charged up flesh, aching to be mauled, gripped and pounded. Only flesh in need is left for this kind of wanton display and his fauna inherent aptitude gradually took over. He shifted near to her, as if to help Manya load her bag with his stuff. He held the bag up for her while Manya filled it with a bunch of veggie. She had to lift her munition up to do so and in the physical process, her upper saree dropped right off her berm, chest and shank to rest tantalizingly at her hips. It was then that Manya noticed how let out she was all along to his gaze. Her case acquired a sudden flush but there was no way she could cover herself up since both her custody were occupied. She looked into the grocer's eyes and observed the burning love. His looks sent shivers up her spine and a warm overflow of succus gushed forth from her pubic region to further moisten her already wet vulva.

This clock time the gush of juice was different. They flowed and flowed without a gap. The control mechanisms which she normally applied broke down thoroughly as she mildly trembled before his strong regard. The grocer extended his strong sleeve towards her exposed hips and dragged her finisher. His manly feeling did the deception. It was the touch of a man, strong and reassuring. It was also the traveling bag of a testosterone plenteous male 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 manly grocer jerked the beautiful wife towards himself and marvelled at the way her magnificent titty jiggled at his action mechanism. His manus on her meaty hips encountered raw heat and he realized that this juicy eubstance was being wasted. He could discover a half sob as he strengthened his hold on her lower hips and turned her around. Her high rise buttocks came into hot striking with his hawkshaw and even through the sheer garment, their passion took him by surprise. If ever there was a hornier woman, then he hadn't known her. Nor did he manage to know.

With one I tug, the sari came right off her hot hips and fell in a heap at her foot. Manya was still in a lustful daze as she allowed him to anything he pleased. She moaned as he felt his bridge player caress her plump asscheeks and squealed lightly as he cupped her rump and kneaded it. The kneading continued and Manya got wetter and wetter. Not once did she even think of restraining him. Her tingling pussy was now dripping at the ministrations of this grocer. Her legs parted on their own accord and he reached down to carry his squeezing into her interior second joint and finally her seething, soaked pussy. That set off her accumulated lust trigger and she cried out in helpless craving and fell right down onto her knees.

In that posture she presented an awesome sight on all quaternary. Her face was glazed with lust and her ass quivered in wanton lecherousness. She wriggled her hips and pressed backwards as if to hit his crotch. The grocer had already removed his pant and brought out his steel hard dick, which was now throbbing with as a good deal prediction as the horny housewife's pussycat. He cast one glimpse at the crawling manikin of the beautiful fair sex before him. She looked so hot and impoverished. Like a bitch in heating. She needed a fucking and like Inferno, he was going to give her one.

In one I plunge he entered right into her nest, her wet cunt walls giving an over lubricated welcome. Manya shrieked in passion and cried out in lust. He began stroking into her slushy slit with gradual motions. The hunger crazed housewife screamed for harder strokes and driven by her wanton behavior, he thrust harder and faster. His huge dick, which she hadn't even seen, made tempestuous inroads into her stamp but hot twat, stretching it, pounding into it and sending the horny mother of two into new geographical zone of Passion of Christ. The pumping lasted five scalding mo and the sheer novelty and passion of the site 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 bitch. On all fours, she was letting a grocer bang the hell out of her over sex cunt. But he was doing it well and she knew of nothing but cock till he spurted his seminal fluid in several hanker spurt deep inside her womb and all over her back and ass. He came so practically that his manliness surprised the under use wife.

Like a reliable superpatriotic male he just released her hips with a grunt and quickly buttoned up his trousers before she could turn around. Her still convulsing organic structure was recovering from the yummy onslaught and she looked up gradually towards his body. Her first coup d'oeil went towards his crotch but was disappointed to see that he had already put his woman 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 whistling. Manya lay on the level, still in a half creeping posture. She was still in heat and she still looked a bitch. Her ass felt well gripped and handled. Her pussy felt well pumped. Her intellect was well relax. Her breasts however still ached for a caress and that aching got transferred again to her puss. A balmy heat began within her loins and this surprised Manya. What was the extent of her appetite, she wondered.

She rose slowly, with only her sweaty braless blouse on with the first two push undone as always. Her saree was in her hands and she tried to decide whether to put it on or go for a wash. Her thigh were sticky and some cum still settled wetly over her puffy kitty-cat sassing. The drying had not yet begun. She ran her fingers over her twat lips and felt them. She scooped a bit of cum into her fingers and brought them to her nose."Hmmmmm ”, she purred at the aroma. Then suddenly the room access bell rang. storm and alarmed at the unseasonable anchor ring, she hastily began to assemble the saree over her ravaged pelvis. It was a relatively slower mental 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 paragon in attire since it was only Deen. Yet the fact that she had allowed the grocer to hump her just s a short while ago coupled with the freshly fucked feeling still coating her sess made the housewife a wee bit guilty. She managed to assume the saree quickly enough but couldn't prevent the wetness around her private parts to once again form a sticky plot out in front. She opened the door to let Deen in. He said that his good afternoon classes were cancelled and he had no temper to go to the library.

walk in, Deen looked quizzically at his Mom. She looked different. Her hair was disheveled and her sari looked rumpled in a queer mode. Her pantie blouse was wet with sweat. If it wasn't for the lambency on her side, he would accept presumed that she was sweating from her kitchen work. As she walked towards the sofa in the living room, he noticed the languid front of her pelvis and the slow down roll of her hip. The sway was tiresome but sexier. It was an ineffable hatful but she looked dissimilar. Suddenly he noticed the damp patch around her genital organ on the transparent saree. It looked so provocative, just below her rich scrub. Manya noticed where her son was looking, but it was too late to amend things. In a bid to make the atmosphere more occasional, she spread her thighs out and tried to relax on the couch. Her posture became rather lewd for her teenaged son and he began to experience the familiar spirit stirring in his pubic region which looking at his sexy mother for more than a min always produced. At this stage Manya asked her son to subscribe a bathing tub so that they could lunch together. Deen proceeded rather thankfully to the bathroom, glad that he could veil his arousal.

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

When he neared her, Manya whispered frantically to him that her son was around. Not giving a tinker's dam, he motioned for her to turn over, unzipping his trousers in the like motion. Strangely, Manya felt herself obeying him, while she was still gesticulating towards the lavatory door where Deen was. With unattackable and silent efficiency, he once again gripped her voluptuous rosehip and rock her like a wench. Manya's consistency throbbed with renewed lustfulness and her pussy started dripping in record clip. The risk in the post was obscured by the heat of his manhood pressing against her already naked ass. He had merely hiked her saree up and thrust his tool right into her willing and wet cunt. The pumping began instantaneously and her pussy muscles started clasping his cock in greed, milking it to new meridian of passion. She could still find out the shower and so could the grocer.

He ploughed mercilessly into her in the same squawk military capability. She cried and sobbed to herself out of sheer luxuria and ecstasy. Her torso responded like a bud opening out and very soon, he splattered a copious back breaker of seeded player cryptical inside her loin. She absorbed every drop of his loveable cum and reveled in the sudden and explosive climax which the illicit confrontation produced. In record speeding, the grocer again zipped up and hissed a fast well bye. By the time, she moved from cunt strength to convention posture, he had sped off, leaving her gasping in pleasure and rank curiosity that she had been fucked twice in no time. Again she didn't even see the dick that gave her so much joy. But more exciting was the thinking that her son was right in the next room, but didn't know about it. How wrongly she was. Deen had seen it. And it took sometime for him to emerge from the toilet. After all 2 dork offs in ten instant need some sentence for recovery.

The four youthful marauders left her door and Manya shut it with a mixed feeling. She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the bath. Yet she felt a prickling in her loins and an ache in her white meat from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her full consent. The simultaneous pressure of four pairs of hands and one dick on her additional wholesome consistence under the pretext of festivity did its own things to her bodily reply and right now she had lost all the suggestion of satiety which the two head blowing orgasm with the milkman and her cousin had given her. Instead her genital organ and pussy experienced a rejuvenated itch from all the youthful caressing she received. The itch was now spreading all over her inner thighs - such was the impingement of raw vitality on her mature toothsome body. After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto the level, her sari still off her shoulders, her eubstance still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighborhood painter and lensman. Sam was a sensitive and gentle spoken kid next door who always had that adulatory look in his eyes but not that raw passion. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his perspective was also a bit aloof and appreciative rather than physical, which was what most people who came into touch with Manya became.

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

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

"Let's go to the bedroom Mom ”, he said as he tried to help her to her feet. Manya allowed him to help her. Her sari was still down and as she rose, her full cleavage, one-half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his face. Deen was still on his knees as he helped his mother to stand up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the marrow of a fully clear, huge midriff stared right into his boldness, barely a couple of inches from his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose drone her navel, making Manya quiver again for a second. Deen rose and placed his weapon system right hand around his Mom's fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the bedroom. Manya's saree was dragging right behind her on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to release her and put it onto his mother's sexy, lewdly exposed body. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist chassis and its amazing elasticity and with a hardening shaft, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son's face 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 begetter to confront his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay categorical on the bed, with her saree top thrown aside, her expansive midriff and belly spread out to any body's gaze.

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

Manya, whose hands were almost about to motivate towards her pussy, got back to her senses on hearing her husband's belly laugh."It's all right wing. They are just boy and it's Holi. We have to be a part of the neighbourhood at least on gay juncture. Leave it ”, she reasoned.

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

The main door clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya's hand went slowly to her genital organ. It was spontaneous, built on year of experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly recollected the sunup's adventure, dwelling a few moments longer on Salman's vigorous thrusts on her saree covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her kitty-cat through her thin saree and half-slip as she remembered his fleeting buss on her neck, cheeks, earlobes and finally her lips. The delicacy with which her sexy consistency was manhandled by four studs, without the slightest room for complaint left her stunned and deep within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the charwoman in the area.

Deen entered the bedroom after his male parent's departure more to break on his Mom's condition. He needed no further cogent evidence of her well being the moment he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her pussy through her sari. He heaved a suspiration of backup man and slowly brought her out of her dream.

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

The pussy hugging mother slowly opened her eyes and told her son that it may be advantageously to wait until noon till the entire vicinity is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not ask reprize bathtub. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from the mound she was caressing with much attention. Deen left her on the bed and noted the time. It was just half past nine and the festival was still youth. However he headed towards his elbow 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 sari still off her berm. It remained off her shoulder when Manya picked up all the dress from the bath and shoved them into the washing machine. It remained off her shoulders when Manya threw her White River blouse of yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained off her shoulders when Manya contemplated whether the sari she was wearing needed to go into the machine. Since there were a few hours still left for her bath, she decided not to absent her saree and clicked the washing machine on. The sudden activation of the machine when her script were still on it, sent a pounding right through her lusty body. She sat down next to the auto, her left hand on the machine and the veracious hand inside her pussy, probing through her sari. For a fully ten minutes she caressed herself to the electrical rhythm, thrusting her fingers right through the garment into her pawn pussy and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

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

Manya had just begun to loosen up from the surrogate discharge she had just experienced. She heard another ring of the door Alexander Bell. Deen answered the door and came to tell Manya that all the inmate of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbouring edifice. A total of fifty guest were expected, from the families of all friends. A few biz were also planned to induce the show lively. Manya agreed to fall along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to change out of her present tense attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of further sousing, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a arcsecond in the mirror and saw that her clothes stuck to her trunk, wetly caressing her sexy bender and made her look rather provocative. She quickly shook the thought from her psyche reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless shoulders, she left the household alongwith her elderberry bush son towards the next doorway terrace.

In the lift heading upwards to the terrace were two former families and then there was Salman. Manya met his oculus and blushed softly. He met Manya's regard too with a sparkling in his centre. On the terrace, everyone's optic were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since most of them had come prepared for a morning of fun and plot. About twenty women and thirty five men of all long time graced the social function. Manya was the prize pick amongst the women and the fact that she came without her husband did not help matters. Every prick on the bench was rear within minutes of Manya's entry, including Salman's, Sam's and her own son Deen's.

In the commencement game, everyone was made to sit in a circle and one soul would run around with a handkerchief in hand. He would drop the hankey behind any person's back and that one had to reveal it, foot it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind someone else's behind. Sam ran around first and after three rounds dropped it behind Manya's aphrodisiac back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a roach. As she ran, her big tit under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with enlarged energy. Her wet saree hugged her vast rear and they jiggled sexily with every step she took. If viewed in slow apparent motion, Manya's run would have been the raunchiest run of all time for the sheer intimate energy it conveyed. She took three circles and dropped it behind Sam's Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind aphrodisiac Manya's ass. Manya didn't notice it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to front behind her ass. She did so and rose with the hanky in hand. She ran around and dropped it this time behind Salman. Salman was almost expecting it. He took two unit of ammunition and again dropped it behind Manya's lush behind. Manya rose and began her putz stiffening run with her juicy body bounce and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all. It was soon very clearly that Manya was the dropping target because everyone wanted to see her sexy consistency in gesture. Manya realized it too but did not resist. She was hoping mortal would pull in. Salman did and he suggested they play a unlike game called penalisation. Manya sighed and looked at him in moderation and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya's wet loins again.

In this game the youngest member had to pick a name from lots drawn and that name would throw to adjoin with a punishment decided by the youngest member again. Deen being the young picked up a name and a good deal to everyone'surprise, it turned out to be Manya's. He looked at his Mom and read out the pick out penalty."shuffling snacks for all l people in half an hour. pick out one somebody to avail you."Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a moment, wondering whom to break up for assist. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not speedy enough to help her in this kind of job. Noticing Salman's shiny aspect in her direction, she pointed her dainty finger's breadth in his direction. With a roar, everyone directed the span to the kitchen in the cellar, where the point for sandwich preparation lay. cipher else was allowed to go in the basement and it would intend a foul with further punishment.

Manya and Salman rushed into the elevator in a hurry and Salman pressed the doorway shut, clicking the basement push button. Deen watched in pastime as he saw his mother's fleshy posterior disappear into the face lift alongwith Salman. Her creamy back with the saree right down to her ass was the last-place he saw of his juicy mom for the next one-half an minute. He also saw Salman place his handwriting on his mother's ass just before closing the lift door, as if ushering her in.

The instant the elevator door shut, Manya felt Salman's manpower grab her white meat through the braless blouse. Without a moment's warning he proceeded to mangle them, much in the same way she experienced in the morning. Her saree was half off and he dipped his capitulum down to kiss her roughly on her wet lips.

"What are you doing Salman,"she hissed.

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

"We don't have clock time Salman. collation have to be made ”, she protested. her protest was meek because his squeeze of her half divulge tit had already started the juice factory in her loins. A steady drip began and her protestation thereafter were merely emblematic. Even before the elevator reached the basement, he had her saree right off her boozer soundbox and he ushered her out of the lift, saree in manus towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a soul there as per the biz. On his cadre phone, he rang up the local anaesthetic eating house owned by his own home and ordered them to birth fifty packet boat of sandwiches within twenty min at the basement. Putting the phone away, he looked at her fully body, clad only in petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny housewife by the shoulder and threw her on the basement story in one quickly apparent motion, raising her petticoat over her thighs. One hand mauled her breast while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond mention in double immediate time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and flipped herself around, presenting her round, entire ass to the Brigham Young stud who had pawed her so strongly this sunup. He had also agreed to help her in the game and that made her more grateful. She bent on all quadruplet and rock her ass at him as if to press out her gratitude.Things happened in irregular as Salman, who already had his dick out, positioned himself behind the beautiful housewife's ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite powerful given the situation. Manya took his thrusts with gasps and yelps initially. As the powerful pistoning into her pussy assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful adult female who was the wet dream of the neighborhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to swallow their dick into this lusty fair sex's pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon like titty. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in the cockcrow but here, he was making up with a vengeance. pinhead and pussy got mercilessly ravaged in a arousal ten moment busrt of Passion of Christ which made Manya's header spin and slit go idle with secretion. Her overweight hips and full breasts got the ‘ real man handling'from the stud and Manya screamed in lust at every thrust of his manhood. The alarm in his cellphone rang to signal the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly aroused wife's lewdly presented pussy."Bitch, take it,"he screamed as he came in hot scalding gobs all over her ass and inside her inflame love nest.

Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the heat of his lustfulness. When their combined passions receded, they heard the basement bell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up his trouser and went to pick up the bite which would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the voice of Salman's father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some determination being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly"Not now"“ Maybe a blowjob if there's meter"… and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his pants. audio of something being unpacked came from the other slope of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without holdup, said"We have fifteen more than minutes and my Dad is finishing the collation arrangements. We'll not be late."

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

"goose egg great. He asked whether there was metre for him to hump you. I told him there was no time. But maybe you can think of a cock sucking can't you ? he replied rather casually. Manya nodded almost immediately and quickly bit her tongue.

"My goodness Manya, what are you truning into ”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to enjoy the indorsement fucking Salman was throwing into her hungry, aroused cunt. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her consistency all over and sending her into a supercharged state of lust. Manya gave herself up to his manly rape and continued to milk his dick with her twat until they both came together in a shattering coming. Her second sexual climax in less than thirty moment with a inaugural time lover seemed so companion, pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn't think like she was fucking a alien. Getting fucked was no longer strange to the adulterous woman and mother.

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

The old man could take it no more. Less than two min were left for the couple to reappear on the bench. He grabbed Manya's look and gave one long, wet kiss right on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went limp, her deal continuously caressing his organ through the pants. It was Salman's shout that forced the new twin apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and foul. The elevator began its up movement with the collation handcart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a second dove right into Manya's lap, lifted up her saree and dipped his rim straight into her cum soaked kitty. Manya gasped in astonishment for the next thirty bit as her vernal stud slurped her well fucked pussy like a true fan. Her juices flowed in gratification and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the moment the elevator door opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the sunniness of fifty people.

Their flushed faces told a fib but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya's son Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly fucked glowing. It was there all over her beautiful boldness now. It was just the number of coming that he couldn't guess from her horny face. The ease with which Manya carried herself throughout the bite session despite all that her body had been through in the preceding few hours left Deen wondering and he developed some awe for his beautiful mother's ability.

The snack school term had almost reached its end when one of the members cried out"clog up foul ”. Everyone looked in his centering. He was holding a eatery tag in his hand which he discovered stuck to the base of his sandwich package. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under instructions to bump off all traces of evidence that the nutrient was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to have overlooked just one parcel. The error gross profit margin was belittled but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering decided a illumination hearted punishment for Manya, since even getting caught was component part of the game. Deen was asked to make up one's mind on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to take a skipping circle and take out xxx omission without a break.

Protesting with a laugh, Manya took the rope and began skipping. Her saree was still quite soften and it stuck to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her entire, unhindered breasts danced and jumped in tandem with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lustful, beware blowingly titillating spate, watching the wet, mature woman skip in front of an interview of fifty dollar bill. Deen realised his stupidity in fixing that punishment for his luscious mother. But it was too late. Moreover the vision excited him no end. He lost numeration of her skips and kept gaping, just as everyone on the patio did. Manya reached ten without any trouble. Slowly, the top one-half of her saree or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each omission and by the prison term the sexy mother reached tally fifteen, it fell right off her berm, leaving the crowd in pin drop muteness. They all looked in awe at the voluptous charms of the fully exposed woman in their presence. Her low wear off saree was right at her hip bone, and the full, huge middle with the juicy wet navel was ripplingly uncover. Her wholesome midriff flesh jiggled alongwith her melon like breast with the nipple very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by her ample meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to look normal because any stopping would signify that she would have to start skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with arousal and he suddenly shouted"thirty ”, not knowing whether she actually skipped xxx times or not. Nobody objected and the game was over, leaving every male harmonium on the terrace aching and throbbing. The voluptuous mother heaved a sigh of relief and readjusted her pallu and waited as mass came back to normalcy from that intensely erotic sight they had witnessed. Deen's meat was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on show and it was all carried on as a game. There could have been no better sight for a voyeur and he stored these images away in his mind for later use.

To get out the ice after that lusty presentation by Manya, someone suggested that they all go to the large water system tank on the yard below for some last dunking. Water dunking was usually the net item in a Holi solemnisation. 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 secret plan. Some were awestruck too by the sheer gender she had projected. Salman's mother came across to her and said"Manya my love, if I had an ass like yours, I would keep Salman's father at home completely day ”. Manya looked up at her with just a mild sense of guiltiness and smiled a thank you. Salman's mom gave a gentle hug to Manya's enormous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the former masses. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their toffee bones. Many of the women were also dunked, with farthermost care and sobriety. A few teenage daughter were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to shout out, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn't think of those daughter. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his voluptuous mother's turn was almost due. It was Salman's father who took the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into the cooler when nobody else was in it. Fifty pairs of eye took in Manya's wet, drippingly voluptuous form as she emerged like a sex goddess from the storage tank. Her saree stuck to her full curves and the back portion dug into her ass fissure giving a clear picture, removing any sense of mystery about Deen's mother's ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pool and her full body rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly build. Droplets of water in her deep umbilicus flew out sexily and everybody hung their knife out. Pin drop silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however hear a resident mutter to himself, clutching his crotch,"Desh is a favourable bastard."The man standing succeeding to him also heard him and he added a replication,"Yup ! Imagine going to bed everyday with that piece of music of ass. She's built for fucking man."

Deen digested this grossness with a mixed sense of wrath and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw little wrong in the ultimate physical facial expression of a mental itch. He secretly wondered how his mom would take it if all the men in the neighbourhood made a beeline for her when her married man was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The moment she rose from the armored combat vehicle, Salman himself carried her by her broad waist and dunked her all over again. She squealed this time, liking the familiarity of his secure paw and even managed to drag him too into the tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pool, staggering to regain ground. In the procedure their bodies met, his genital organ against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few minute, but it caught the eye of Salman's mother - and Deen's too. Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the total fondness the distich in the tank car were displaying. The woman being his mother added a fiery spark to his thinking. For the succeeding five minutes 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 dead body into the tank. When the men started taking a few extra liberties on her still unaware self, Manya felt that familiar spirit shiver in her loins. This was not the place to give in to her itch. She struggled out of the last man's groping handwriting and went towards Sam, whose flat was the nearest in the building. The festivities were as expert as double-dyed and people were clearing up.

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

Sam's eye took in her wholsome, well stacked grade and licking his backtalk, he led her into his house. Deen's middle followed his mother's wet ass, which could sustain as well been naked. But it was lustier than raw and hornier than nude in that tightly clinging wet saree. He felt that he may wish to afford it a thoroughgoing spanking public treasury she yelped.

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by admirer was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist. He looked at Manya with his trench optic taking in every ounce of her wet and lightly trembling body. The shake was caused on account of the light breeze caressing her wet skin. He led Deen's mother inside his apartment and guided her to the privy. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the morning's action and could take another half an hour. Recognizing Manya's urgency to take a pee and her equally pressing penury to rid herself atleast of the drip in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told her to use the toilet while he fetched the drier for her fuzz. Manya tread softly on the carpeting, hoping the tinge water drip from her juicy organic structure would not damage the carpet. Her solid body was coated in red, including her case. If she were to make a first visual aspect in this mode, none would recognize her by side. But now everyone in the field would accredit her by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her flame up ass with the big coffin nail loving cup. Almost all the men would agnize 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 thing, managing to make everyone find scoop and special. In suddenly nobody would fuck and recount on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny dead body by doing so.

The hale sign was silent as Manya entered the bathroom and left the doorway undecided for Sam to bring the drier later. She could have shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her saree around her waist, she sat with her naked asscheeks on the toilet. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping weewee from it and placed it around her articulatio genus in front, bunched up, but covering her thigh over the lav seat. Then she removed the saree pallu from her shoulders and squeezed it too, draining all the water from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a pounding in her loins. This time the throbbing relaxed only the pee pressure but retained the other pressure level - the pressure of her accumulated horniness. The entire first light she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water and also experienced the exhibitionistic thrill of being on display during the little biz. The totally series of result where she was treated as a pure luxuria object, but under the boilers suit dress of self-regard gave her a licentious thrill. The two robust fucks given by Salman did gratify her senses but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the omission where she felt L duad of center simply boring into her luscious form. She did study fillet when her pallu had dropped, but in a revolting burst of horniness, she had continued. The twelve of hands that had felt her wet body up at the pee army tank only served to arouse her desires higher and higher and she was fighting a valiant battle not to let her arousal appearance. Doing all this in front of her son Deen did inconvenience her for a mo but she was sure that he would see it was all office of the celebrations. Her peeing moments were also present moment of intimate self-examination and as the last few drop cloth of pee dripped out of her juicy slit, she felt decidedly horny and awakened.

In a bid to rise and flush the potty, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam's sudden entry with the dryer made her drop the saree in her hand out of surprise. She lay seated on the crapper backside, saree paste around her thighs, toilet seat and reaching the floor. Her chest was uncovered by the sari and Sam stared at her beautiful boob through the moistness, lean blouse. They were swaying all over the post in about summate exposure all dawn and even her hardened nipples were titillatingly exposed to the world. But now in the silence of his john, with two blouse release off, their generous segmentation made a mouth watering sight, as did Manya's awkward pose on the gutter seat in an even more awkward condition of having pissed and not flushed the toilet. She couldn't rising slope now, since Sam had already entered the bathtub and it would calculate embarrassing. She waited for Sam to understand her predicament and perhaps leave. She also noted the rum look in his middle and followed their regard to await at her own breast and boobs. She gasped when she saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The whole area from below her knocker down to six inches beneath her navel was fully undecided, with the smooth, fleshy curves forming a entitle flexure around her waist. The faithful was very arousing and Sam's artistic mind visualized a image of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in several flimsy costumes.

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

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

"wellspring whatever you say Mrs. M,"said Sam, surprised at his own nerve and struggling to control his erection. Manya looked so luscious and sexy on the toilet seat and the delicacy of the situation added to the lustiness.

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

Sam took up her offer and went behind Manya, drier in bridge player. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet black haircloth. Manya made no change either to her sitting military capability or her state of dress. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her full breasts and stiff nipples very generously to Sam, as a reward for his effort. Sam's cock came into near impinging with Manya's head when he bent and ran the blower, holding her buddy-buddy hair in his hired hand in artistic appreciation. The artist in him really rose to the affair. He could have carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His hawkshaw hitting the position of Manya's face jolted him back to locoweed. It jolted an already aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely hard to sit idle with all the throbbing in her pussy, which was halfway into the loo. Her hand was placed at the modest possible layer on her venter and Manya was pained that she couldn't reach upto her now dripping pussy. The imperativeness of Sam's peter occasionally on her face was not helping issue at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to desperation. Her external respiration turned heavy. Sam's helping hand were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her rising bosom and unspecific hips drove him to madness. The dirty strength, the unflushed potty, the unwashed pussy and the horny mother of his champion, all made up a mindblowing source of dick tension for Sam. He switched off the dryer and caressed Manya's head. Manya was indeed waiting for some such initiative. She always did wait for the man to make the start movement. She hated saying no to soul with initiative.

The moment Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his hands over to her wax breasts and mauled them over his hired hand. She unhesitatingly reached below her body and yanked out her saree all the way up to her shank. Two time of day of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the consequence had come to snuff out some of it. As Sam's deal kneaded her breast in unbendable cycle she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the absolute indigence of this wellspring mauled mother. Infact it was a curiosity how she was able-bodied to take all that robust discussion and bodacious photo in the morning. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his dick all over her moan fount. She sobbed in arousal and on seeing the stone heavy tool dangling before her heart, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to fellate and lick it, doing more sucking than licking. She was hot and necessitous now. Her cunt began to cream off and drip half way into the loo alongwith her lush ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her peg apart on either slope of the throne. Sam understood her intent and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet posterior cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her legs. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening cunt before him, the kitty succus having superimposed themselves on her urine smell. The mixture was rather intoxicating and he dipped his head down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer rim in the process. Manya thrust her hips upwards in seething lecherousness and gripped his head, dragging it into her boiling cunt. It was a vulgar passel of the horny homemaker with her dorsum on the lav seat and her legs and hips wrapped around her teenage lover's head, high in the air. She felt a gnawing in her loins and she lowered her cunt from his face and spread her thighs wantonly on the seat in a half reclining baffle. Sam needed no foster invitation and he simply shoved his bursting cock into the horny mother's inviting puss. The two of them started rapidly fucking each other. Sam wanted to please the well-endowed mother as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate poking, making for certain that uttermost penetration was achieved. He went on for a total five minute before his teenage ebullience could not defend it any more. Manya could feel him cumming.

"Take it out, cum on my face ”, she hissed."On me, On me,"she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the end bit and sprayed Manya's face with his young seed.The inaugural spurt hit her like a slap, the secondment like a throw, the third like a caress and the one-quarter like a dip of rain. All spurts ended up messing up her font and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful feature. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The hale horny encounter took just half an hour and they both realized the need to affect out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to tidy up. Manya looked at her face and saw that rubbing Sam's cum into her fount had removed much of the red color and her face was open and more placeable than before. She decided there was no time to dampen her face. There was no time to wash her pussy either and she simply downed her saree and walked daintily out towards the master door. As she was leaving the door, she saw Sam's parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to give thanks them for using their gutter. Deen was with them too. Deen could only think over about the possibilities of his mother's adultery in the death one-half an minute but couldn't exactly put his finger on it. He was however happy that she could atleast wash her face a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the color was off. Of course she glowed and glowed.

With his luscious, lusty mother still clad in that licentious blue sari clinging damply to her huge buttocks, her buns offer clearly highlighted and her entire back bare, right from the bottom of her thin blouse to the upper butt flare, Deen led her spinal column to their home plate next door. He did not notice Salman founder one fond, fleeting liquidity crisis to his Mom's well victimized ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a stone on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi festival was over, they were in for a surprise. The moment they entered their gate, they were blasted with a impregnable spray of water, which didn't plosive speech sound for about one full minute. They couldn't make out the atomizer but Deen could vaguely make out the tall and athletic form of his expert pal Prem, whom he had invited over. Since Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could animate up the day. Prem missed the body process next doorway but managed to come late to bid them. And what a sight 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 state of his friend's mother after the drenching, his cock shot up in no time and he stood speechless, staring at the overwhelming burst of curves on the sexy woman before him. Deen noticed both his Quaker's astonishment and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the full locality over the copious body of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no manifest movement at modesty on her part.

Manya didn't know how to respond to the fresh drenching received, this metre from her son's best buddy. Prem was improbable and athletic and many a time Manya wished that one of her sons would be like Prem, unassailable and strapping. At 6 animal foot plus and well muscled, he would one day construct some woman very happy. Maybe women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her sousing, she welcomed Prem in and decided to ready dejeuner for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed woman into the theater, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge back, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low saree and the few in of blouse cover at the top. Two gruelling ons followed the juicy, well used ass inside and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the intellectual nourishment preparation. But before she could put her thought into action, she heard the noise of male child screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning abode, not alone but with four of his friends, all aged 12. They were wild and joyous like all son of that age and seemed Scheol 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 weewee sprinkler on his boldness. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their antics. Their next target was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their best friend's own brother and not a unknown like Prem. One of them smothered his face, while another climbed onto his binding and held him for others to spray water with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a entire two minutes, but didn't want to blackguard at the kidskin. The moment they were through with Deen, they turned their attention to their adept friend's mother. A corking surge of familiarity and affection surged Forth River in all of them. The four of them first ran into her full soundbox, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could circle their hands. Their capitulum nuzzled her boob repeatedly, while their handwriting kept circling and hugging her naked waistline and back. Two of them withdrew to caress her facial expression with colour. Manya bent a little down to enable them to reach her face. Two boys concentrated on Manya's delicately sculpted feature, running their colour coated work force in designs around her cheeks, nose and neck opening. Within a few seconds Manya felt her sari top tumble off while she was bent. She held the saree pallu one hired man without covering herself up because the exigent boy did not give her the time to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and hang in her thin, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously delicious sight for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to mark whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a strong gaze and also saw Prem's dick stiffening in his mingy jeans. Almost all of her knocker popped out of the blouse and they hung like juicy fruits for the plucking. Her smiling look retained its smiling when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom from behind her slightly bent chassis. His hands sought her exposed belly button and his crotch thrust warmly into his favourite asscheeks. His colouration coated hands fingered her navel from behind an he continued to finger it till he was fill that it was filled with red color. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroking and the insistence of his warm body against her ass. Binu moved his manus from his Mom's big navel and ran them all over her creamy belly and exposed portion of her hips. That was a lot of flesh and arena to cover if he had to discolour it fully. He ravished his mother's eubstance with his joyous, festive spot, but the touch for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to retain a smile while two others were stroking her face and even coated her fortunate lip in red. That brought yet another pant from the aroused woman and she struggled to maintain normality in body linguistic process. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching inguen and with the ancestry simply pumping their venous blood vessel. Deen thought that he would bristle a profligate watercraft. He shifted behind a wooden cabinet in the elbow room and started stroking his dick from outdoors, hidden by the firearm of furniture. In an equally randy state was the strong Prem who couldn't take any yearner and he too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both friends looked at each knowing and understanding the other's condition. Deen also felt he had an inkling of the future.

The two friends watched Manya's right soundbox being felt up in childlike glee and also felt that her laugh was turning hoarser by the minute. It was clear that all the attention on her dead body was turning her very aroused. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom's ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in mild anger towards her son, but to her discomfort two other kids who couldn't reaching Manya's aspect now took over the vacancy created by Binu. Now two dyad of mitt were squeezing the sexy mother's monumental midriff from behind in full, right-down fury, but the horny woman could do nothing because they were kid and almost certainly had no sexual intention. She allowed them to feel and colourize her and relaxed her body. The second she did that, she felt three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and his friend could spray urine on Manya. At that moment, as portion would have it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thumping on her big ass and lay directly on the floor, saree flung away from her chest, her nipples, boob, the full midriff almost upto her bush fully revealed to the earthly concern. She writhed around first and tried to rise but all five boy chose that minute to hire out their pliant pee sprinklers and spray water on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were aghast and Prem thought he heard a terrible groan from his admirer. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the forepart of his trousers a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn't look him in the eye to preserve embarrassment for both. Instead he turned to the wad before him.

The pleasant-tasting body of the homemaker was writhing obscenely on the floor while five boy simultaneously sprayed water all over her. She didn't even scream or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking in the rain on her case, tit, waist, belly and thighs. The boys soaked her with zest, one of them catching her right hand on her kitty-cat. Since the spray was substantial and focused, Manya let out a moan. Her twat was already dripping for the last few minutes and mingled with the wetness of their sprinkle and the dampness of her saree. Binu, her son was aiming his nebuliser right field at her navel and he kept the spraying until the water was over. The mint was outrightly common and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated dicks ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom's well fucked body. He was out of command now and so was Manya. The five minor including Binu may not birth 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 limbo, it was sexy Manya. He made a silent vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this game would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the boys ran out of water and left the space, singing out their thanks and good byes. The youngest of them even helped a panting, writhing Manya to her metrical unit, his hands around her shoulders, and his dick pressing into her face. Even here Manya was not spare and her moan was muffled by the jab of a child peter into her grimace. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy's privates and to her express jolt, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful human face. Her eye flared and her consistency throbbed in one-half raw excitation and confusion.

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

The intense sexual repercussions of minute of photograph and body groping turned the horny mother of two into a mass of supercharged form, that would overtake fire if the heat in her dripping lumbus was not cooled. Her boobs were trembling on their own agreement and her heavy hips heaved about gently as if the weight of lust was too practically. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched body and she could hear herself sobbing in enormous restless lecherousness. Deen was stunned and he went over to throw his mother by her over awake shoulder joint. The acute rut which emanated from her body almost made him recoil in electrical shock. Her grimace wore a mask of luxuria 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 mansion. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her middle. His substantial powerful look and her lust charged needy flavour met in a stark telephone exchange. She was quivering when he held her by the shank. His manful grip made her shudder and she went hobble in Prem's arms. Holding her by her hips, he made her kneel on the storey, removing her sari in one exclusive motion. No lyric were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy look. No words were needed too. He brought out his Brobdingnagian cock and placed it at the ingress of her slushy puss. His paw held her by her full phase of the moon and hot knocker. The overall heat in her eubstance amazed him even in his own horny state. He withdrew his pecker from Manya's puss after an initial probe. He heard her whimper, groan and squirm her ass frantically at him. The gripe needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to move over it.

For the next ten minutes, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his huge rooster in and out of the horny Manya's steamy goose. Her voluptuous body jerked and vibrated under his tremendous onslaught. He was simply ravaging her wet and unforced maw. She began to pule and screaming and continued her in high spirits pitched response to his stabilize, hot strokes into her dynamite cunt. trashy pharyngeal audio came from the horny mother as her son's best friend balled the hell out of her lusty, stacked body. Every inch of her boozer build responded to this explosive fucking. His hands mauled her already well mauled boobs. But she felt the bag and heat to be so wild, that she felt her pap may burst out of her diffuse and tauten mounds. She thrust her lush, hot nates back at his shaft begging him with moans and beckoning him deeper with husky grunts. It was mating of the gamey chroma and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own home, by her son's pal and with the principal doorway right open. They didn't notice or care. The fucking continued in its illicit intensity till the horny mother felt the first of all flood of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing rhythm, he timed his tone ending to co terminate with the voluptuous wife's own serial orgasms. He shot gobs and wads when he came. Manya felt her completely interior being washed with his potent seed and her pussy continued to shudder and clutch fiercely at his ejaculating peter for five Thomas More minutes. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this wellspring by a turncock of this size.

The rivet slowly withdrew his hawkshaw from his booster's mom's twat and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn't, that the principal room access was heart-to-heart. It was left undetermined deliberately by Deen himself. He had to sneak back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a Doctor of the Church but a good unassailable fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the 1st shoes. He sighed and looked down. His peter hung limp, much to his relief. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton act of adultery. He saw his own mother getting the fucking of her lifespan. And she got do it doggie style, like a on-key bitch in heat.

Chapter 10

The extramarital wife stirred gently, her naked low-toned organic structure pressed against her young lover's, in a sideways embrace on the trading floor. It was a torrid, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her full eubstance by the great unwashed of all ages had carried her lust to a acme when she was sprawled wet on the ground before her sons, writhing more out of horniness than any indigence to escape their sousing of her well-endowed body. She opened her eyes and looked into Prem's optic, unaware that her son Deen was in the scope, unobserved but watching every crusade of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's deeply eyes and a wave of gratitude flooded her insides. He was her knight in shining armor who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his pecker still inside her souse cunt and while stirring noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at this discovery of his juvenility and kissed him softly on his eyes, licking some of the beads of fret, her hands holding his head, while she felt him doing the Same to her typeface. Prem licked Manya all over her human face, his lips dabbing at her buttock, neck and optic, while his hands hugged her juicy body even harder to himself in a strong gesture of issue over. Manya was gladdened at this display of warmth and she purred her credence by thrusting her exuberant pelvic region even closer into him, feeling his cock begin a hardening operation while her juices began to scatter over it. Deen, who had watched his friend give his Mom her hardest ever fuck, took their stirring to be a preindication of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the house and return after a piece so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the house in this situation, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the doorway, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one last aspect at his female parent's juicy asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her side was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the topographic point, leaving the doorway as it was.

Feeling Prem's dick begin to jab into her pussy, Manya arousal was back into counting. She twisted her lower physical structure, as if trying to readjust the positioning, when her head fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully open door. Alarmed but not showing any suddenness in chemical reaction, she relaxed her body against his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature lady's concern, decided to shut the threshold. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his tumid prick from her sloppy pussy. The sudden emptiness made the horny Manya sigh and sob but she waited with flaring eyes for him to close the door. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the only while of garment which she had on. Prem closed the doorway and turned to the naked, waiting mother. He walked slowly across the way, his hard dick swaying gently, hitting his abdomen with every stride. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked, promiscuous fair sex on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a sofa and continued to search at Manya, with a twinkle in his eye. Understanding his aim, Manya rolled across the room towards him, her souse body taking five turns to reach him, each good turn highlighting her ample asscheeks in the most obscene manner imaginable. She reached the lounge and looked up for her eye to contact his throbbing dick. Reaching out, she held it by her hand, using its rigorousness to surface and look him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his supporter's female parent. Manya kept stroking his cock and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her slit. Prem's dick entered with a swishing sound, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nestle his promontory lovingly, while he held his hands up to embrace and mash her juicy breasts in a clockwise motion, occasionally letting his fingers tweak her nipples. Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling into a heaving up and down motion on the operose cock, feeling it poke and hand mighty upto her belly. His awkwardness facilitated with child passage for the sexy adult female's thrusting and she did so in dense and continuous move, building up a delicious yet searing speech rhythm. Her son's comfortably friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in the procedure helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well mastermind sex lasted five slacken, loving minutes where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their bodies seemed like constituent of one entity and looked all over only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurts were long and deep, each spurt being succeeded by another minuscule but not rapidly shortening volley. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest mystifying tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off Libra the Scales, but allowing her to savour the strength, grip and sheer joy of physical bonding with her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his eyes and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a good friend of his. He looked like a boy with strong interiors and discernment. When he kissed her there was heat, and there was also care. The satiated female parent suddenly wondered whether she would finger the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The thought process made her shiver but she realized that there was footling to prefer between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the mouth. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near when Binu would buss her on the lips. He was fast-growing and he was physical. On her region she would stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent growth and send discordant pulsation about sexuality. They had to learn about sex the natural way and they had to discover about sexual correctitude also the natural way, even if it was a bit delayed and at the toll of her own discomfort. All her liveliness, she never said no to a hug and never refused an advance from in good order male person. For her sons she believed that the superlative discipline was self discipline. But deep within she felt that she may take in to play a role in Deen's realization. He was too silent, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya prayed that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of asking Prem but looking at his big hands on her sweaty breasts and his peter half out of her rape kitty, she decided that the moment was later.

The prison term was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the house, leaving Manya naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went nude to the threshold and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of outcome. There could not have been a better day for her soaker, sex starved body. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her full cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before the entire locality and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny Male of all age throughout a wet dawn. Following that, she had been given a weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now Prem completed her day with two of the most robust fucks her needy body had ever been given. The rattling matter about it all was that none of her lulu made her spirit slutty about the whole affair. She still felt she was in command."Was the day complete"? she wondered with a grinning. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a slight later, she picked up her damp sari and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her sleeping accommodation. She dropped them for dry wash finally and with a sigh, examined her nude statue body in the mirror. Her yummy breasts hung like ripe fruit on her broad, fair chest and as she moved her custody over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive shank and belly. Her finger stopped at her belly clitoris. For a second she dug into it gently as if to ensure and discover what was it that made her son Binu so enamoured by it. The mo her finger stroked inside its profoundness, she felt a moistening in her lumbus and a throb right down from her lower abdomen. She could palpate her pussy come alive and the impulsion almost carried upto her navel. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for advance 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 surprisal, but not with any alarm. She was never alarmed by someone wanting her ripe body.

Just then she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it was Deen. Having no metre to dress, she took a biggish towel and wrapped it around her total, naked form and went to open the door. Along the way, as was her use, her right script, wound its way under the towel to caress her pussy, which had plenteousness of Prem's cum on it. It was nice to feel the ooze and she slipped nearly half her finger inside her goofball, to gather all the wetness. Before any severe probing could get down she reached the threshold and opened it with her left hand, removing her right hand from her cunt at the Lapplander time. She saw Deen with two bags.

"Mom, I brought lunch for all of us, since it was getting latterly ”, 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 mitt brushed his cheek, caressing it for a few moments.

Deen felt the sharpness of the olfactory property from his mother's hand and inhaled, confused over its source."Your mitt smells shady Mom, what's it ? ”, he asked, entering the room and placing the bagful on the dining table.

Getting a scratch, Manya fumbled for a minute before replying"Oh, it was the soap I was trying to get open for washing clothes when you rang the Alexander Melville Bell ”.

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

Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly ate for the next ten minutes, not at all surprised at how hungry they were.There was no quotation about the doctor Deen had left the house to phone. On finish, Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and rose to launder her handwriting. Deen watched her movements with involvement, particularly observing her vast asscheeks jutting out at the base of her hip joint and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulder looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the unwrap country from her knees to her spare foot served a hornlike reminder of the day's result and the high octane action his mother's lush body had been subjected to.He caressed his rooster through the trousers as long as she had her back to him and his gumshoe sprung to a surprised attention when she said"I'm going to bathe Deen and I'll call you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need help to get the vividness fully off ”.

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

Manya turned on the shower and for the low time since the late day, began to enjoy a full fledged bath. She felt the water system cascade over her bountiful white meat and flow teasingly all over her body, lots of it flowing right into her pussycat, cooling her warmth and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her script soaped and lathered her fountainhead ravished, glowing mannikin and for a full ten bit she revelled in the twin pleasures offered by the strong rain shower and her own rubbing. She couldn't say that she missed having a bathroom with all the merciless dunking she received that break of the day, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy body. The Bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the gleam on her typeface with a naughty smile and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleansing and she couldn't reaching it to moisten the colouring material away.

"Deen could you please come and help oneself me ”, she called out through the half open door. She had left the door open for Deen to total in later, but was herself bare during her luxurious bath. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly glorious body through the vertical slit at the street corner of the doorway and the present moment she called out, he entered just in time to see her wrapping her towel around her waistline and turn her rear towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's wide wet back with the voiced flesh around her burn up waistline. She had tied the towel almost at the beginning of her asscrack. Her rear was red from all the coloration, except in lowly patches where her pantie blouse had been. Her reached out with his soap paw to have-to doe with her at the waist, his work force getting drawn to the aphrodisiac folds on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her rachis. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him harbour her by her naked waist for a while, before whispering"My back Deen. murder all the red from it ”.

Nodding with a flush, he moved his helping hand, initially along her slope and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like fully chest. Manya had her deal across her chest and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her nude back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain blood-red field where the colour didn't come off easily. Manya didn't tactile property anything untoward in either his detrition or her own impression. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's dipsomaniac back that his hired hand got dense and slower and his breathing heavier. The sexy mother 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 shower and the spray of cool urine wet both mother and son as they stood within a foot of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, ineffective to take hold his hard-on. He was drenched too within no time and try his mother's full-of-the-moon laughter.

Her husband's disgusting behavior survive nighttime had left Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her fail torso. Now after being subjected to some cursory osculation and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the remotest jot of remorse for having left her high and dry at his boss'party and now showed absolute hardness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked married woman felt that she didn't deserve his attitude or his dimension. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her bare consistency as if in reassurance but realized with a smile that the high voltage fucking she had been receiving over the cobbler's last yoke of days were a far neat confidence of her desirability. And the fact that she was able to pull back teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous organic structure and allow for them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a total flesh magnet who drew men and male child of all historic period, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of feels and squeezes which her untested son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her eubstance to people rather than the mind and she resigned herself to the fact.

Midway through her self-examination, her son Deen walked in to harbinger that he was leaving for shoal and left immediately when he saw his mother lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the cover version. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her husband's mien in the bedroom. Her comfort levels with nudity had been rising over clip and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.

The moment Deen left the house, Manya raised her bare body off the bed and went across to shut the door. She was naked in the confidence that she would now be alone in the star sign. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the lounge and spread one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her deal around the down in the mouth belly, she clicked the television on and saw some songs being telecast. The horny lady of the house looked quite repugnant in that strength with her pink cuntlips being wide open in case there was a viewer. Crusted cum deposits decorated her inner thigh and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bath. After watching two raunchy numbers, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to imagine herself in the manpower of the various lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead danseuse in those Song dynasty. A tide of tickle ran through her as she wondered how she would expect on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and solid male person dancer. She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy issue, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ringing. The sexy housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no wearing apparel were within reach.

"Who's it ?"she called out from her salacious attitude on the sofa. She was relieved to hear a female person voice response. It was Sanaa, the neighbor's XVII year old daughter. She was Salman's sister.

"I'm coming in a minute ”, called out the bare woman as she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a underskirt. She draped a low towel over her breast and went to afford the threshold for Sana, her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the thin towel.

Sana'a came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman's consistence from promontory to toe. Manya was her graven image and Sana's reason for idolizing her was that all the locality boy, kept talking only about Manya in amount lustfulness and awe rather than about younger lady friend like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana'a had an ass like Manya's, he would have a concentrated time warding off other guy rope from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon like bosom, swung freely, unfettered by any restrictive clothing. She was also complicate that Manya's nipples were erect even at this clip of the day. She knew little about Manya's appetence for tough sex and her ever horny disposition. In her eyes she was the good woman of the house who couldn't assistance it if she was blessed with a well stacked, knock out body. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every time the teenager poked her waistline to tell her she was very desirable even for woman. It was pollyannaish backchat. Suddenly Sana said,

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

A bit nonplussed, Manya thanked her sweetly.

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

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

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

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the innocent young woman. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be thrifty in succeeding. Time flew and it was getting closer to lunch time. Suddenly Sana suggested that they should order lunch from their syndicate restaurant. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn't have to cook. Sanaa quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering enough food to take care of Deen, Binu and a couple of others also if necessary.

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

The guys were in high spirits with Sam constantly teasing sana and salman giving thirsty looks towards Manya. After a while, Manya decided to fetch the collection plate 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 hold of the voluptuous wife by her generous hips and thrust into her sari continue ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her tits. Manya resisted for a while in discomfort but knew that she couldn't for too long. She kept eyeing the livelihood room, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly settle to help out too. Manya's hands tried to assemble some collection plate and cup of tea together while her pussy tried to fight off the gushing succus from deep within her loins. The young stripling showed great anxiety in his mauling of the well endowed married woman's body from head to toe. His hands covered her clothed form everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her sari and shoved his manus right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a warm grip. Manya gasped and let out a light squeal. Her body began to see the familiar spirit concussions and her white meat were already quivering from his pawing. She was scared they would be heard. Salman suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen,"Hey Sam we forgot the rice but brought all the other knockout. Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sana may wish 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 Elmer Rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his clip with the beauteous Sana'a while Salman had the boozer and aphrodisiac Manya free and horny. The room access closed and the floodgates opened for the illicit couple. Standing in the Saame property, Manya and Salman began a rapid fire fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen tabular array. In the last two days the kitchen mesa was used for anything but food preparation. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his Thomas Young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all exaltation as the immature studhorse's thrusts drove the Amytal of her husband's neglect away. Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bouncing, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly mash them as if wanting to melt off them to pulp magazine. Manya's lust skyrocketed to bully heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheated sex starved physical structure. Five minutes of ceaseless pounding into the full-blooded housewife's cunt had Salman spewing out spoon of seed trench inside her womb, hugging her wholesome body ardently while doing so. It was a mind-bending experience for Manya to be so ravished. His vigor pleased her and his cock still felt unvoiced inside her sodden kitty even after the battering he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue greedily.

Not letting Salman's prick out of her slit, Manya shifted the two of them in belittled leaps towards the sleeping room. A surprised Salman understood her intention and let himself hop along with her right onto her bed. The feel of his still raise hammer in her cum washed snatch continued to stoke the flaming in her belly. She craved for another pound. A young man always came quickly showtime. But Thomas Young cock guess back to hard-on quickly too. Her ripe body could never be satisfied with a bingle round of sex. She craved for the future round ravenously. She was a bunny for the second fuck. She was a hard worker to immature cock.

Knowing they had at least another ten proceedings the sex charged duet took off on the adulterous mother's marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent significant months with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into delicious sleep. It was now the bed on which she was getting her psyche fucked out of her by the neighborhood studhorse. Again here, he was fucking her pooch style. She was on all foursome and he was ramming her juicy twat from behind. Their unite juices trickled out down her well-endowed thigh to drench the bed sheet fully. The fucking and the sousing continued for the next ten minutes, during which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out on ecstasy without the fear of being heard. She gave full outlet to her bursting rage by imploring him to fuck her hard and true.

"nooky me hard Salman ”, she begged."Fuck my cock starved pussy. Fuck your friend's horny Mom,"she wailed, surprising Salman with her licentiousness. 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 stopcock in and out of her pulsating cunt till the stage came when she was about to cream. He could feel her cunt sinew tighten around his thrusting cock and the milking get more frenzied. His absolute mauling of her panting breast reached swelled proportions and finally both of them collapsed in a heap on the creak bed, going through convulsive orgasms 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 waiver. The mating couple looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five minutes to disentangle themselves from each other's hold.

Salman pulled up his trouser and said"Let me help you groom Mrs M ”, and went over to gather her saree into her waistline. He squeezed the flesh there in favorable reception, drawing a moan from the well fucked mother. They tidied each former up as best as they could and went into the life way just in meter to get word the bell. Sam and Sana entered with flush flavor on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any query and the two couple ate in total quiet. It was a full repast and took more than fifteen minutes. Manya felt a slight soreness in her pussy and once in a spell cupped it with her left hand in the course of instruction of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his sass. Manya turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam's interest create a promote wavelet in her downhearted belly.

After the meal, Sana said she had to advert an art class and requested her brother to throw her. She wanted to be disengage of Sam because of the concern of any incertitude in aunt Manya's intellect about them. auntie Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state, as Salman led his sister out of the house, agreeing to drop her. He closed the room access shut behind him, not looking at Sam.

Sam cast a glimpse at the silent 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 hands gently on her lower, exposed belly and ran it in circles, feeling the softness and caressing it. Manya gave him a tired grinning but did not terminate 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 consistency aches all over ”.

"Don't worry Mrs. M. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll not hurt you."Saying this he took the paw of the sexy lady of the house and made her lie down flavorless on the sofa. Sam kissed her nerve all over lovingly and even lapped her sweat beads in a tender show of affectionateness. He kept kissing her for a full five minute all over her cheek and lips, holding her good berm and then gradually moved his chief to bury it in the full mounds on her pectus. He bit the nipples though her blouse, making her groan. He bit them again, this time making Manya clutch his head. He spent another five instant on her white meat, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her full and Brobdingnagian midsection. Manya gasped as his lips found her navel point and let out a fully aroused moan, long enough to let him understand that he had her almost at his mercy. After his nibbling covered the stallion district of her abdomen and exposed hip joint, she was a heaving flock of flesh before him. The sexy mother heaved her pelvic girdle and jerked them towards his aspect. The very understanding, sensitive painter then raised the horny female parent's saree up to her waist and dipped his straits right into the mature woman's twat. His tongue probed like a paintbrush into her dripping cunt and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya's body throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her hands gripped his hair and she pushed his head into her steaming cunt, so that his tongue could go bass and rich. Sam obliged the lecherousness aroused older woman, inhaling her musky aroma with a loud sniff, which made her pussy lips dance with pleasure and passion. Sam led the sore woman out of her soreness with his discreetness and expertness. Manya was now spread out lewdly, pegleg splayed apart invitingly, with ‘ Fuck Me'written in bold letter all over her voluptuous, well used body. She looked pleadingly towards her young lover, her centre doing the asking.

Sam felt her cunt and it was so soaked and dripping that he felt she could take three tool. He thrust his hand first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his hired hand and brought out his heavily and bore peter. Slowly and caringly he entered the married woman's horny bitch, feeling her cunt brawn spring up from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her dope leave her as Sam began a slow and steady nookie motion. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His dick had also got itself out of the first piece of tail hastiness with Sana earlier and right now he was well poised to give this horny mother a deliciously long shag. He knew she would sleep together it.

Long, deep and steady came the diagonal of his prick in and out of Manya's pussy. She raised her hips to provide the comeback thrusts and he held her pelvic arch to support the push. Their body moved in perfect cycle as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor. The tranquillize start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five minutes. Incredibly their fucking continued unabated for another five minutes till Sam felt Manya's snatch muscles gripping his dick harder and harder until they suddenly released their hold. He gave one net violent thrust into her simmering cunt just then to time his release with hers. Both their going were noiseless, filled with reciprocal puff and understanding. It was the mating of souls.

Manya never felt this wellspring loved before. She hugged Sam heavily to herself and lavished his grimace with hot and sweaty kisses for long moment. She lay in his arms for a recollective time, feeling the passion drain out of her fountainhead fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt want. She felt like a rightful fair sex. Sam on his part, looked smug and content, watching the one-half naked mother's beautiful features which looked better each time they made love. If only she'd agree, she'd make a outstanding and instinctive model for his brush or camera.

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

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya's ripe body was already pleasured by four youthful scantling, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive lover. Each was a dissimilar experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, relaxed sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her sounds but raised her release levels to uninfluenced elevation. The relaxed shag spread the impulses to all parts of her sexy body making every pore of her skin luminescence in response. Here, lying publicize ass naked on the couch, she emitted that glow, making Sam gaze in keep on astonishment. Manya turned red when she saw Sam's adoring centre. Then her eyes turned delicate and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat adjacent to her and embraced her, his hands cupping her radiant face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lecherousness temporarily out of her system was a bit concern about the time. In about half an hr, her boy would arrive. Her husband would issue forth to collect his pocketbook before leaving for his trajectory but she could never promise the time of his arrival. But she was sure he would leave alone soon after his arrival in a tearing hurry. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much to a greater extent clock time they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big breasts softly. His after sex fun was very crank and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet sassing from his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say.

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

Manya blushed beautifully at his disgusting personal line of credit, her hired man involuntarily moving to her pussy hummock, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must have secreted a bottle fully of juices, or honey if she were to believe his flattery. She kept cupping her pussy while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his part let his hands roam freely on her full knocker. Their bodies once again exchanged the warmth of perfect physical understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested,"Why don't we do the love psychometric test"?

Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned redder than ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew they had very little or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that duplicate special mode. But she was confused and lost for meter. Sam took the first step and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of honey. Before the sexy married woman could talk, he opened it and poured a few bead right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussy. That made the beautiful fair sex pant in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread the honey all over her cunt sass, dragging the sweet fluent deeper to encircle her beloved bud. The aroused housewife's pegleg were wrapped around her young buff's pass on the sofa, her hands on his head, with his head buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and naked and his delectable act generated farther heat in her torso, causing her yummy pelvis to originate a decelerate grind against his lapping face. Her cunt was a mess with her own succus, his cum and the honey. The sequent taste and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved woman's consistence for days together. Her secretion levels were consuming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able-bodied to introduce on the kamasutra with her lusty, luscious physical structure at his disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the aroused lady of the house's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell doughnut. Manya's first reaction was scare 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 dear treated juices dripping from her heated pussy. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly fucked housewife, opened the door to let in her children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their disheveled mother. Her body was sweaty, pilus uncombed and her fleshy middle glistened with sudation. exertion had dampened her fully segmentation too and Binu found his mother's breasts to be fascinating mounds by themselves. Instead of his usual movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his grimace into her large cleavage, his hands rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every stomate of his 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 feeding bottle of beloved lying on the aliveness room table and said"Mom do we use honey for any of these things to try out better ?"

Embarrassed, Manya found a way out by stating that she had motley honey with tea in the break of the day as a health preion."No marvel you look so nice and healthy Mom ”, chipped in Binu in unembarrassed grasp. 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 Word finished their food that the adulterous mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen door. He did so but not before grabbing the lustful housewife by her waist and giving a recollective and wet buss on her full lips. He withdrew with a phone and left through the kitchen door. Hoping that her sons had not heard the buss, the lusty mother returned to clear the table, while her Word went to change their wearing apparel. She felt viscid all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had slurped away most of the honey and trench within she could still feel the light dabs of his tongue all over her insides. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bathe before her bodily kettle of fish was too obvious to her kids.

The bath was cleansing Thomas More than refreshing for the roam wife and mother. In the course of ten minutes she wiped out every shadow of her hot sex sessions that her torso could carry. What she could not wipe out was the extra brisk glow on her brass which came only from right, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the bathing tub, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi transparent saree and wore it without a half-slip. She also matched it with a white blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her hip joint and settled at the modest potential level. It did search like it would fall right off her juicy torso any moment. The transparent grain gave rich suggestion of her trimmed bush and entire thigh from the front man and her well rounded but stiff asscheeks from the rear. With her full bodied charms being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a crave holy man in White. Her beautiful grimace was relegated to the background by her opulent bend protruding fully out of her thin saree and tight blouse. Wanting to expend some time with her shaver, she walked towards Deen's room. On the way she heard the doorbell. She opened the doorway to see the flush vendor. She gave him his most heavenly sight of the day, her full titty showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff exposed all the way down to her thick lightlessness bush. She saw his centre focused on the V neighborhood between her second joint and crossed them as if to draw his attention. His regard right into her bush sent a balmy pleasure impulse through her consistence. She allowed him to fondle her hand while giving the flowers. Even as the threshold was subject she lifted her script above her head to secure the flowers in her hairsbreadth. In doing so the woman of the house's entire midriff embedded with that deep and provocative belly button was on display to the bloom seller. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the peeress as much as tripped, her whole saree would come unlace, leaving her glorious, fleshy charms open to the world. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy female parent entered Deen's room to find Binu also there. Deen was at his board studying while Binu was on the bed trying to read something. Manya took a book and slipped succeeding to Binu, lying on her abdomen. She took one of her favorite amorous novels to register. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into tenuous air, revealing her well toned and sightly calves. Deen looked at his sexy female parent's material body. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white saree and being on her stomach, her curvy waist and pelvis were totally exposed to their regard. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about LXXX percent of her backbone bare right up to her asscrack. With flowers in her hair she looked every inch a Brigid on her hymeneals night and in that minimum clothing she looked a bride who ached for a fucking. Manya turned around suddenly onto her backrest while reading. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally swept off her articulatio humeri and the fundament of the saree was now almost midway up her thigh. Manya kept reading, seemingly unaware of the consistency showing she was putting on. Her dress was nothing new before her kids and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her sizable thighs. Her breasts rose and fell with each hint and her belly responded with smaller heaving motions of its own. She looked a delectable piece of beauty and Deen felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd consistency language. He saw Binu also notice their horny mother.

Binu swung into military action very soon. He kept his book aside and placed his school principal on his Mom's juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not make any sudden motion. Binu began his explorative exercise of his mother's fleshy midsection. He first kissed it all over in tiresome and steady biff. He concentrated on the ticklish and sensitive geographical zone around her cryptic navel point and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her hand on her son's head lightly but did not look down. Binu carried his fascination for his mother's hot physical structure to higher levels when he suddenly blew laborious into her bellybutton, making the sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both mother and son again settled into their respective spare-time activity. Manya could finger 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 pussy. She was sure enough that Binu could whiff her arousal aroma. If Binu sniffed it he didn't appearance it but his manus now fully encircled his mother's big pelvic girdle and drew her lush get down soundbox further into his facial expression. Manya's middle was now glistening wet from all the wet kisses 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 human face, the trouble features starkly reflected the burning lust within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their hide when he moved his head closer to Manya's tit and said"Mom, when was the finis time I had milk from your breast"? A bedaze Manya looked at her son's head which was just a few inches from her decently breast. Deen felt his cock harden at the sight of his younger pal 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 toast any more 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 mother and Deen aghast. His hands were still on her fleshy, almost fully exposed hips. Her saree had slipped even lower and Deen could see that the get-go of his mother's lower rose hip. Binu's hand was resting on that ridiculously exposed role as he talked.

The sexually troubled mother managed to croak,"No milk will come in out now Binu ”. But Manya's vernal son would not take away this for an solvent. He kept pestering her to allow him to taste her Milk River in a childish presentation of obstinance. Deen wondered whether his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the office. Suddenly to his utter amazement and angry arousal, he saw his fountainhead breasted mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one full boob and push up it into Binu's accepting mouth. His rooster ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her booby into her young son's oral fissure and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that right offering. She just kept mum as Binu feasted on his mother's boob while his workforce were still placed on her full, exposed hips. Deen adjusted his peter in his pants but couldn't take his centre off that dotty sight. Binu kept suckling for one wide moment, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, chest out, wearing a smile that occasionally turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no move to polish off her son's head from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snort saying that there was no milk and the taste was not as good as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the moment even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the same exposed mannerism asked her elderberry bush son"Do you want to try too ?"

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was difficult and his clod were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sentiency 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 second joint. In a minute she turned and in the same articulated lorry naked shape, slept with her spine to her son Deen, showing him the full and highschool cheeked glory of her ass. Binu had left the room after his bosom nurseling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the wellspring exposed body of his Mom, a few feet away, bursting all over with curves, the young son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking care not to take in any sound. He kept looking at his female parent's massive derrierre and peered to turn up the asscrack throughout his frantic masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his eyes off his mother's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the commencement 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 macrocosm of lust after all the attention she got from her son. It did not bother her creative thinker as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her juices started all over again. Her right hand rested again on her slit through her vapourous saree and she kept giving her slit discrete strokes since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every 1 movement of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a piece Deen rose deciding that he had to take a walking to cool off. Binu had already gone off to his friend's place. He whispered into his mother's ear that he would be gone for an time of day or so and Manya nodded in her partial derivative sleep. Deen took one look at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed dead body and absolute beauty of her face. He also noted that her saree had now gone mightily past her second joint to just a few in below her hot pussy. He left the family and locked the door behind him before he burst a blood vessel.

Within minutes after Deen's leaving the household, Manya heard the front door ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to open it. Desh entered the star sign in a rush but paused only for a while to take in his wife'attire and dreamy flavour. In that livid saree she looked a dream. But the saree looked like it would drop off right off her body. He caught her by the hips, storm Manya. Instead of the hugging and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the crimp of the saree and tried to tuck them higher around her waist. The saree refused to oblige and he let it fall again. Manya held her husband by the berm, hoping that his plan departure for a week would make him a bit more romanticistic. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the chamber to pack his handbag. He took a few minutes and came back again to the living room to hand a legal brief kiss to his stunning wife. Manya limply accepted the osculation and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his slip. Even those proud attempts she had made to stroke his tool through his trouser did not jerk aliveness into Desh. Life could not make got more frustrating for the lovely wife.

Not wanting to grant depressive disorder to span her, she readjusted her clothing around herself, slipped on a half-slip underneath her white saree and a pitch-dark bra under her whiten blouse. She waited for Deen and Binu to return.

Her two Word were well-chosen when their mother suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to hold her creative thinker off all thing intimate. The three of them reached the cinema theatre got their ticket. With Manya in the eye, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom inside. A clustering of topical anesthetic youths gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's lush ass sway away from them in a mind blowing manner. Manya ignored them like she always did. interior, while watching the pic, both sons held their Mom's mitt from either side possessively. Binu was firmer in his bag and his elbows frequently brushed against the English of her bosom. Manya relaxed against his elbow after a spell, engrossed in the moving-picture show. Once in a piece she felt Binu's hands on her thighs whenever a peculiar scene came on screen door. He would just hug her second joint and take his hand. Manya became more and more cognizant of Binu's hired hand after that. By the end of the movie, Binu had elbowed her tits almost throughout the film and squeezed her inner second joint at least seven to eight times. Deen observed most of this and only kept caressing his knockout dick without his Mom's notice. Manya was confused from all the happenings, but also very wet between her second joint. Her eubstance knew only one way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting rich love juices.

When the plastic film ended they rose to go forth. 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 stair along with the movie going crowd. There were passel of Guy who were eyeing the plentiful body of Manya and some of them came right behind her and rubbed their tool hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at least five of them grind their shaft into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a couple of strong kneads. Manya didn't want to make a scene there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked eubstance with her son's right there. Deen however was observing all the fondling and groping being received by his luscious mother. It drove his putz into overdrive and he stored some of the figure for masturbatory reference later in the night. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to look naked, then it was his mother's.

As Manya stepped off the last stair, she also felt her rear getting its end anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the billet she put her blazonry around her two Word and the ternary left for base. They had a light dinner party on reaching dwelling house 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 brother's restlessness and avidness to wind up up his eating. He saw his Mom go to her bedroom for changing.

When Manya called out to Binu, the brothers could see that she had hardly changed. The aphrodisiac housewife had merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to the world. Binu cuddled up to his broad bodied mother and almost instantaneously his script went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the igniter and crept up to the bedroom door which was unlocked. Through a small slit at the face he peered into the room, lit only by a night lamp. He could make out their shifting and moving frame and see his beautiful Mom murmur many a time. He didn't hear Binu's voice but only his female parent's easygoing moan and mussitation. His crony had one leg thrown over his sexy Mom's hips. He was hugging into her from ass, his head on her beautiful cervix, his dick press against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single level of flimsy garment. His hand which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all over her huge, naked middle. His Mom did not say anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of the night, at that moment, the telephone rang succeeding to Manya and her sleeping son. Deen continued watching and hearing.

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

Manya felt the flow of blood quicken through her. Binu's ministrations had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not block him. She also realized that she probably did not desire to bar him. She was fully wet from feeling his Lester Willis Young cock against her broad ass and his eager stroking of her belly and hips added fuel to her raging fires.

"Hi ”, she greeted in acknowledgement into the earphone, her vocalization sounding quite sexy and Eskimo dog. Binu was busy licking her navel and she had one helping hand lightly on his head.

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, I'm OK, beloved,"mumbled Manya, now feeling her son's hands encircle her hips fully while he sucked into her stomach. Her saree had slipped well below her hip now from the top and she could feel Binu's bridge player showdown her upper berth butt and cup the anatomy warmly."Mmmmmm ”, she moaned, out of control again.

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

"Sami matter is happening to me here ”, whispered the horny homemaker to her outlawed fan while her son's knife continued to devastate her lavish belly. His bureau was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered whether he could feel her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her left helping hand mashed her breasts over her lose weight blouse and she tweaked her nipples by herself and let out another farsighted groan. Binu took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother.

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

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

"And I want you to do braless to my office,"said Ram."After fucking on my desk, I want you to slip under it topless and begin a long blowjob. I'll dictate a letter to my secretary as you blow me ”, went on Ram."Where would you wish me to cum ? Face or mouth ?"

"Mouth… ”, mumbled the overly sex wife, her vocalisation breaking away as a flood tide of juices washed over her insides. This finally descent did it to her. The searing lust caused by her lover's lewd public lecture and her son's uninterrupted loving worship of her heated body carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son's head voiceless as her juice oozed out of her pussy with a force that wet her saree around her crotch. Binu couldn't understand why his mother held his straits so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his thorax which was pressed against his Mom's quick lap. The lap had been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden shake and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four in below her omphalos, past the Brobdingnagian belly soil that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glazed tone. She had muttered a dependable night and tossed the phone away, her face and chest panting. Binu saw his mother's glorious boob heaving and forcefully took his center away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her crotch and her sari was bunched up around her hips, leaving her second joint fully naked. His turncock ached and throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had followed parts of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty female parent and asked,

"Mom, was that Dad on the phone"?

Stunned to world, the horny, two-timing mother looked down at her son in her almost naked lap and whispered softly,"Yes Binu, it was your Fatherhood ”.

Her elderberry bush son, who was watching this volatile two-bagger sourced orgasm of his oversexed mother, knew better than that.

Chapter 14

he perversely thrilling visual sense of his sexy, half naked mother getting an orgasm talking to her husband's boss while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage dick into overdrive. He groaned inwardly and ran into his sleeping room clutching his cock. He pulled out an old picture of his Mom and jerked off thrice that dark making sure as shooting that he came on his Mom's face in the film. His mother's wantonness flashed vividly across, each clock time he masturbated. At the end of each interjection he couldn't supporter wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her extramarital lark in future.

The highly-sexed mother, in the meanwhile felt herself sticky and wet both inside and international. While her gushing succus washed her insides, her younger son's midsection and belly button beating left her gluey all over the centre. She looked down after her freeing to his head which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer white sari, which was wet around the private parts. Both his hands were around her hips and his right script was infact cupping her uncover upper seat. For a instant she was ashamed of herself for coming right when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the pity turned to a wild delight. Binu's nibbling had turned her fervour on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram's call came. His lustful talk was the trigger she needed to let go her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the urge. Now, after her orgasm, she merely found her son to be precious in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire thigh neighborhood exposed. She could feel her pussy spasm mildly against Binu's breast and wondered how it would stimulate been in the course of her phone talk and sexual climax. The thought made the straying wife thrill. And the shiver brought out some excess luxuria from her loins. She was still troubled despite her spill because she hadn't been fucked. Her ripe body hadn't received its make out sedation. If anything she felt hornier than before.

Manya had gone off to a difficult sleep in the same attitude. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his side. His body had drifted away but his head was now right on her crotch. But he was loyal deceased with a half smiling on his lips. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busybodied her son's lips had been the previous night. They seemed to desire to simply devour her belly pulp. She also wondered whether Binu realized the result his squeezing and kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't take his human activity to be out rightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her body, especially her umbilicus and ass. Gently she lifted her son's foreland from her warm and soften pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree fall right off her juicy body onto the floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was one-half past five. The beautiful housewife went butt naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at to the lowest degree an hour before either of her Word woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedchamber in the Same half nude person commonwealth. She put on a petticoat and a black bra. She wore the same white saree and blouse over the undergarments and decided to catch some refreshful, early morning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into the crust of the dawn, towards the jogger's parkland situated about 100 yards from her theater. Her white saree highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her squeeze waist build, while the nigrify bra only served to draw acute attention to her beautifully wrought breasts through the white blouse. Her navel was the instant draw poker from the straw man, peering out invitingly through the sheer flannel saree. Her bum sight was irresistible with her heavy cheek swaying provocatively with each step while her exposed upper hips and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet pipe dream. To the secretly following Deen, his female parent looked like she was screaming to get raped.

Manya felt more and more fidgety between her thighs as she walked. The nip in the air played with her skin, making her nipples poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the night's arousal in her loin and her dense body sway suggested that she was indeed in sexual want. Her son followed her from a distance 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 example. On reaching the park after giving grudge of hard on on the way, the frustrated wife sought a slightly secluded smirch and sat in meditation posture under a Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a"hi Mrs. M, sound 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 voluptuous body for a while now. Manya also felt her physical body stiffen under his hot look. She was unsounded as he sat side by side to her under the tree, not more than a few column inch from her.

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

"Yes ”, she sighed, and felt his strong and rough hand on her shoulder. The warm up trace made her loins wet and her already aroused body responded on its own.

"It's a pity so a good deal of peach is being wasted. Let me show you the new diversity of roses over there"he pointed towards an even more sequester spot, holding her waist in the Lapplander question, as if to help her.

With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny housewife rose and allowed herself to be led towards the slur, his warm grip heating her body all over. She blamed it on the ahead of time dawning horniness, but gave in to the older man's advances, recollecting his steely grip over her waistline, hips and wet ass during the Holi dunking.

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

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

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

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

Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his action and the thickness of his gumshoe. Her ribbon enclosed it well and fully and the steely nub jerked eagerly in her hands. A moan escaped her lips and she began a ho-hum jerk move. Her physical structure was hot now and her juice began the outward journeying down her lush second joint. Salman's Fatherhood was a man of minuscule talking and all 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, firm hand to handle her dead body. She lay flat on the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single motion, he lifted the whitened saree rightfulness over the needy housewife's fair and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for safety. Her wetness surprised the honest-to-goodness man and the heating of her twat only made his starve vizor. He bent and stuff his thick cock into her soaked pussy almost immediately. He began the hard pumping, first in quickly thrusts, which tapered into gasping slower 1. His bridge player reached out and gripped her aching titty, making the soma quiver. The horny wife writhed under his onrush and her mania rose, making her pelvic arch rise to meet every thrust of her older devotee. The squishy sounds of his dick plundering her twat filled the silent air and even in that Department of State, the horny, adulterous woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not recognize however that her own son was peeping and hearing, unseen from a distance, in a commonwealth of extreme arousal and excitement.

The older man's thick pecker pistoned in and out of Manya's receptive pussy. The former morning time dew soaked the exhibit part of the horny housewife's waist, back and leg, which was a lot of her wholesome organic structure at that import. She lay sprawled on the wet grass, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the honest-to-god man whose son had fucked the daylights out of her ravishing body just the former day. The subject air fucking charged her lusty physical structure into renewed vigor. Manya raised her hips to run across every single poking of his with a force-out that surprised the thickset man. The dick clasping superpower of the cheating wife below him took the dayspring vim out of him and in lupus erythematosus than five arcminute, he was spurting out his come, mashing her full white meat savagely. The spurt of his cum hit her rich inside and the beautiful woman got her day's first seed eruption in the early hours, when she was lying half naked in the park, obscenely surrendering her dipsomaniac, horny consistency to Salman's father, while many other housewives were taking brisk paseo less than xx meters away.

As the senior man rose from the sexy body he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any possible danger. Sensing none, he whispered to the woman he had just fucked that he would leave first and she could give a five minute lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to accumulate her dress over her wet second joint. The sari was damp from the dew and so was the rear of her blouse. The damp saree stuck to the bender of her ass, causing a very awake crack. From a length of 20 measure, partially concealed, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously aphrodisiacal and positively vulgar at that time of the break of the day, with the razzing chirping around her. Her body looked so habituate and incongruous with the fresh environs with all the damp dirt on her. He did not see her getting her day's first fucking, but he could hear it. He remained in his vantage 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 English of the parking lot and motion towards the tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a abbreviated word after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the extramarital woman with Salman. Deen could only view a constituent of the scene behind the tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and bend her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi upright piano pose. He was on his articulatio genus, making thrusting social movement, prompting Deen to imagine that his sybaritic mother was on all fours, getting fucked doggie style by the Danton True Young stud. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen crazy and he began a tenacious and strong jolt of his cock, watching the facial look of Salman as he vigorously fucked his female parent. The love was too high and he came much earlier than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into the Vannevar Bush before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the park family, thinking that it would be better to reach before his Mom returned from her early dayspring lark. He could distinctly hear Salman call his mother a bitch as he rammed into her pussy from behind. On his income tax return journey he saw many middle aged charwoman walking around, either with their husbands or their dogs, reveling in the morning insolence. He gave one terminal thought to his own lusty female parent who at that time was on all quadruplet, her delicious ass high up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a couple of years senior than her son. Sensing another erecting he went home, entered through the candid kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother to give back. He did not however see the milkman slouched unseen, not very far from the kitchen door, waiting for Manya.

Manya's consistence was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the savage fucking given by Salman's youthful peter. Being a bunny girl for the moment nookie, the son's shaft came as a bonus to the sexy wife after the founding father had pumped and filled her fountainhead. Holding her ample hips and squeezing her swaying boobs occasionally the he-man spewed his semen into the horny's wife's greedy cunt after ten minutes of wild fucking. Manya got her day's instant seed blast from Salman and it was not even one-half past six in the morning.

Realizing that the green would get Sir Thomas More crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would leave first, after which he could keep an eye on. Salman saw the sexy woman he had just fucked rise and leave slowly. Her clothes were deaden and well crumpled. They stuck to her humiliated body, making a very provocative outline of her well stacked body. Salman felt she looked erotic in her dirtiness. He lunged forward suddenly and gave her ass one wax squeeze, making the fountainhead fucked wife squeal in one-half surprisal and half joy. Manya walked right back to her menage as steadily as she could, not bothering to look at any of the onlooker. It was a safe walk since daylight had begun to break out. In that dirty, dampish attire, strutting her fountainhead exposed ravished consistency around could have led to gang up rape if it were moonlight instead of morning sparkle. Her walk carried a slow sway, imparting a sexy lift to her rose hip. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to greet Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual appearance. Sam's Doberman growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife's pelvic arch with his olfactory organ. 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 worry Aunt Manya. I'll hold him while you go ”.

A sticking Manya thanked him and started towards her family. She went around as intended to the kitchen threshold, only to be held by a duad of hard workforce. When she saw the milkman, the fountainhead used woman was in no place to respond. Her sons would be up and about and she had to prepare them for school.

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

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

"Tomorrow ”, she said, freeing herself from him. She could not however prevent him from feeling her up all over her buxom chest of drawers and rose hip for one full second before handout. Red in face again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.

Taking one look at her damp variant, she realized that she needed to interchange before attending to her maternally duties of the day. As she moved from the kitchen to her bedroom, she began stripping off her Patrick Victor Martindale White saree and entered her sleeping accommodation to obtain Binu still cuddled up and asleep. She bent, gave him a light kiss on his ear and whispered that it was meter to wake up.

Binu slowly opened his eyes and saw a well fill out segmentation staring into his side from a pitch blackness bra and white blouse. Looking down further, he saw the yield of his obsession, his mother's deep and juicy navel. As he rose, it was right in social movement of his expression. He began with a deep, ahead of time sunrise umbilicus candy kiss, making his sexy mother squirm once again. When onto his feet, he kissed her face and suddenly both mother and son exchanged a quick lip to lip kiss. A blueprint had been set.

Giving him fifteen instant to be fix for his bath, Manya walked out towards Deen's room to ensure on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to recognise her. He was sassy except for his bath. Deen had to control another rush of blood into his hawkshaw on seeing his mother in a petticoat and blouse again. Her talkative belly bore some boodle marks where the dry land had grazed her during those rousing sex Roger Sessions. Instinctively he reached out to find her waist around those marks. Startled, Manya said,"I had slipped in the commons during my dawning walkway Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow."Deen was happy that she had not lied at least about going to the park.

Like a dutiful mother, Manya prepared breakfast for her two sons over the next half an time of day and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu call out for a bath. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and Deen ready to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed mother got down to bathing her son, taking only a quick feel at Deen's crotch. He was one-half erect. And Binu was limp. In the course of the bath she got around to soap Binu's crotch. The moment her helping hand encircled his clump, Binu's cock shot up in two endorsement like a snake raising its goon. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her Son. Binu's dick remained at full length during the entire course of the bath. Manya forced her oculus off it, only to come across Deen's heavily on jutting out through his briefs. Both brothers were trying to maintain normality, though Deen's task was tougher. He watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his pal's cock, in the act of trying to rinse the soap away. He did not wonder too operose why it took one broad hour to wash it away. And now he also found it normal to see his naked brother fiddling with his mother's exposed navel very often during the academic term. The aphrodisiacal female parent ended the Bath and put the rain shower off. Deen felt his female parent's fingers graze against his cock in a very idle wring, but decided that it was by fortuity. Ushering them out of the Bath, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the morning's adulterous traces. She felt her twat sassing puffed up while soaping and a pocket-sized tingle ran up her spur as she soaped her rear nipples. The pressure of the mauling given by the horny Fatherhood and son still lingered on her titty and the hot tactile property of her son's erect pecker lingered on her overnice fingerbreadth. Her pussy felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to happen after the hardest of screw to stoke her fires all over again. Even Deen, as he left the Bath knew that his horny Mom's day had only just about started in that sense.

spirit extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedroom, wiping her armpits 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 shout for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without doubt. No having the time to make up one's mind on clothes, she slipped on a white underskirt and a blackamoor blouse. As common, she tied the petticoat five column inch below her belly clit and kept the top two buttons of her low cut blouse undone. This was as unspoilt as her monetary standard dress whenever hubby was away. She felt detached and comfortable and didn't have to shift unless she had to go out. She went to the dining surface area towards two severely dicks, one of which went with a pair of eager helping hand. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the side of meat and poking her omphalus at least five times 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 hair. But it was not fun and plot for her cunt. A slow blast had started.

Once her baby had left, the amorous married woman flopped on the couch and slipped into a short siesta. She stirred when she heard the doorbell anchor ring. Her hand automatically went to her cunt. Every sound of any bell was something of a Wake Island up Call for her twat. And the brusque nap had introduced a pacify shiver in her loins. Caressing herself between her thighs, she went towards the door and paused for a while, as if unwilling to leave her pussy.

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

"It's me Sam,"came the answer, much to the sexy female parent's joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the door, only to adjourn her hand from her hammock with a start. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for her appearing Manya ran into the bedroom. Sana watched Sam ogling her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a dark blue saree over her petticoat. She was still braless and Sana could clearly score out her saucy nipples poking right out of the blouse and through the sari. Sana felt out rightly overjealous of the voluptuous older woman. She looked a bundle of intimate get-up-and-go and radiated ‘ fuckability ’, unlike herself. With such thoughts in her mind, she opened a small envelope.

For the side by side two hours Deen simply jerked the life story out his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from his fork. He had seen his aphrodisiacal Mom getting her breasts sucked and crushed by his younger brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her nude, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping slit to an orgasm in obscene hotness. The last lallygag icon of his juicy mother for his jerky off was of her heaving, voluptuous, fully exposed dead body being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling titty, wet face, glistening umbilicus and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her fork, flashed in a ready sequence before his wild center at the sexual climax of every frig. With the final image of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely disquieted sleep. He was sure as shooting there would be a time when she would manage to talk to her Dad on the telephone while some man fucked her head out doggie style. He only hoped he would be able to check her.

Manya felt the last flare-up of her coming leave her trunk. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her knocker and was lying with his read/write head on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to swan asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a cushion as to how give away she was. Her entire front was assailable right down to her bush and the saree was bundled up around her kitty, leaving everything below afford and bare from her sarcoid thighs downwards. Even the horny female parent felt she looked quite crude lying like this next to her son. But she also felt her chest and recollected what her son had done. Her mamilla were still a bit damp from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of her full boob still retained his squeeze imperativeness and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her lush torso around her curvey waist and belly button. Manya's eyes drifted to her pelvic country and the mess startled her. Her sari just about covered her pussy and was damp all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her petty son began to lapse into the voluptuous mother and wife. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her kitty. Binu had established his territorial reserve rights on almost every column inch of her generous consistence and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to snub him.

"The greatest study was self discipline ”, she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his normal urges. Manya knew that such urges were convention in boys and that it was life-threatening to snub them because of the possible psychological repercussion on them. Moreover she was certainly that he would outgrow his obsession with her body extra time. As a mother she had deep dearest for her sons and was sure that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his dear, not lustfulness. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this stage. And it only made her finger sexier, full and more desirable. There was nothing which turned on Manya Thomas More than the knowledge that someone lusted after her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did not go through this form with her body. The thought made her a bit pertain about her elder son's normalcy and she decided to require a airless smell at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into eternal sleep since the inflammation of feeling and sucking his female parent's breasts drained him mentally. It was his 1st encounter with his mother in a bare, strong-arm sense. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to cock his tomentum and shifted her consistence down to determine down beside him. She readjusted her saree to cover her buttocks and thighs and slept with her back to her son. She tried concentrated to kip but remained a few stair short of sleep. After nearly half an time of day, she felt Binu's hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her naked waist as it always did, towards her umbilicus. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her articulatio coxae and rested there. Manya could directly palpate the shock of his dick against her full and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's manus moved in and out of her omphalos in a dull fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touching. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable pulse in her navel to take over. But she stiffened again when she felt his prick throbbing against her stooge. Its heating plant and hardness permeated through his short circuit and her sheer sari. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no jabbing of his peter against her ignite asscheeks, but the sex mother was sure that her ass passion was interacting with his youthful dick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further when she felt his putz throb intensifies wildly. In amazement she felt her son's cock pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or driving force from his incline. She realized he was dreaming about the ample trunk and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The throbbing against her ass continued like an automatic motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating against the object of his dreams, making the subject of his lusty aspiration shiver and wiggle against it. Manya stiffened her business firm asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressure on them. The cramp were followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened the hind end of her saree. With a shock the sexy female parent realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the noesis and continued to feel the waves of release ebb out. For five arcminute after feeling the last infirm throb, Manya remained in that posture to allow her son's body to recover blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached tooshie and felt the saree around her ass, taking care not to disturb his leg over her defenseless hips. She realized that her saree rode up to the infrastructure of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the view. Her son was indeed on the threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the aphrodisiacal adult female smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping son. A frontier had been crossed by the female parent and son.

Manya again woke up a little to begin with than formula. The advantage of a well fucked body was that sleep enters quick and deeply. It also leaves the trunk quickly once the required rest is obtained. The impendent sunrise minute were also consequence for horniness to dawn on the beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her articulatio coxae, the nautical mile having got unfastened. She was severe au naturel on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast benumbed, now with his book binding to her. A quick review of the previous dark's issue crossed her mind. The lovely female parent felt herself loaded once again with compassion and making love for her son. On momentum, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his sleep to face her. His eyes were still closed. The bare mother felt an overpowering upsurge of affection. She gently hugged his face into her breasts and stroked his back, knowing that he was asleep and couldn't sense her nudity. Her mind told her that this could be the go fourth dimension she would be hugging her son as a little ingenuous boy. She wanted to find and bask the moment. She hugged his boyish boldness into her naked, fully breasts, allowing their softness to suffocate his brass. She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him against her breasts for two full bit. Satisfied, the nude mother rose from the bed. As she got up, she thought with a mischievous smile that she needn't wear a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. liveliness was shifting gears and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early daybreak horniness crept into Manya's ripe body the import she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should take a saunter down to the jogger's commons. It was not the chance of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some fresh air for sure. Putting on some undergarments, she draped the same dark blasphemous saree over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The sari was crumpled however, making her tone like she'd had a torrid Night in bed. With lazy tread, the ruttish wife and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing innumerable friend on the way exhibiting different level of lust.

"I can't help it if I'm blessed with a succulent physical structure ”, she thought ”, as she passed a staring heart aged man. The man's wife was sharply dragging her husband away, giving dirty looks to Manya.

When she entered the Mungo Park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana. She had brought her black German police dog dog for a walk. Manya knew that Sam and Sana were devouring dog lovers and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana sitting on a work bench, holding on to her dog's leash, Manya heaved her aphrodisiac body across to her side, feeling many eyes on her disclose waist and upper hips. Sanaa greeted her cheerfully.

midway through their small talk, Sana pointed to her dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to copulate him soon so that they could generate a lot of pup for a whole lot of champion who had asked. Manya looked at the favorable but big dog. His eyes were deep and bright. Sana kept playing with the area around his ears and he kept raising his head to lap Sana on her neck and expression. It looked like a loving dog.

"Tiger, meet Aunt Manya,"introduced Sana, pointing Manya out to her dog. tiger rose to his feet and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to throw off hands. Manya bent slightly from the bench to shake hands. She found Panthera tigris cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's fount. Though not used to dogs, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful aspect with his long wet natural language. The tidal bore dog licked the beautiful mother's face, thrilled at her willing offer. He ran his spit all over nerve, frontal bone, neck, and nose and swept it in one long accident over her full brim. Manya recoiled for a instant, feeling a splash. Seeing Sana laugh, she continued to let Panthera tigris lavish his tongue all over her face. Her font was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn't seem to require to stop.

"auntie Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't lick my font that retentive ”, said Sana. Sana again felt a wee bit jealous that like her boyfriend Sam, even her dog seemed to prefer the luxuriant wife over her nubile self. She pulled the dog by its leash, dragging him away from the beautiful object of his attention. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her face with her saree and noticed the pooch odour. It was a bit unassailable and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a while longer and decided that she had to get back home. She held Sana's hand to say farewell and bent to shake manpower with Tiger as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders, revealing a huge segmentation right in figurehead of the dog's eyes. tiger wasted no clip in giving a sharp biff right in the inwardness of the juicy woman's segmentation. The voluptuous female parent was shocked at the act and felt a sharp bolt of an indescribable feel in her. Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's manus were close to her feet and as she took a step, the dog also moved to turn back her. In the process, his paw fell on the bottom of her sari, causing Manya to trip over. The well stacked housewife fell insipid on her back with the saree getting drag in aside from her movement. Panthera tigris saw a heavy object in his new acquaintance and he pounced onto the lush woman, licking at her exposed omphalus. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping tongue, sending an galvanizing flow right through Manya's horny body. Sana simply stared for a moment at the lewdly exciting passel before her. Her pet was simply lapping the succus out of Manya's spread out belly. His tongue covered every expose column inch of her huge midriff and Sanaa gaped at the good incarnate wife as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to lay off the wildcat. Panthera tigris delved into her navel respective time and his natural language sent tingle all over Manya's rippling body. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana pull in back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her sari and looked around. About ten people were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarrassed into rubor the flushed housewife quickly bade serious bye to a still stunned Sanaa and moved out of the parking lot. On the way she heard a guy birdcall out,"ticker out Maam. Dogs think like us guys. They are always on the look out for a cunt in heat ”.

The man didn't look like a regular in the area. But Manya was too helpless to react angrily. She literally ran her way home, her middle moist with shame. Only after reaching her kitchen doorway did she stop to relax. Panting, she slowly started to regain her breath. The demeanour of the dog outraged the married woman, but she realized she felt different. Suddenly she moved her deal to her puss and felt it through the saree. She was wet.

Her creative thinker worked in all directions trying to understand her res publica. Everything pointed to only one matter, she felt rouse. She felt like a bitch in heat. A existent squawk. individual else also understood that she was in passion. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few days to get his manus on the aroused married woman, was keeping sentry duty by the kitchen room access. He saw the disturbed, quivering woman and sensed that she needed tool. Unable to trust his luck, he held her strongly by her shoulder. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to find the milkman. She allowed him to rest her on the threshold of the kitchen door. She remained silent and shaking as he stripped her saree and half-slip right off her ass. The immature macho-man repositioned his favorite homemaker in the smudge where he loved fucking her and proceeded to give her what she loved most. Feeling his firm pecker ravaging her cunt doggie way, Manya felt like a true up bitch at that mo. The thought sent ripples of pleasure all over her organic structure as a lot as his steely dick did. Her thinker went to the cunt that Panthera tigris would mate to give rise to tens of puppies. For a fleeting arcsecond she placed herself in the plaza of the kick and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppies. Her fertile kitty gushed out juices strongly to converge the milkman's own spurting cock. It was a mind blowing, unrestrained initiatory fuck. The exhausted cleaning woman rested her ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the offspring milkman. No password were exchanged for a few second. She watched with the Saame grin as he pushed up his pants and left her comportment. It was a purely functional, purpose serving roll in the hay, and the extracurricular Manya loved such fucking.

The meter was still XV minutes to seven am. Manya had another half an time of day at least before her sons awoke. She felt wise now and remembering of the dog's assault on her flesh were pushed back into her intellect. Her saree was still off her body. Her ass was still naked on the doorstep. The licentious wife decided to get inside when she saw Sam appear from nowhere carrying an envelope. He pulled out all the Polaroid snaps that he had taken yesterday and forgotten to hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was naked. Her legs were spread apart in sitting bearing and she looked remarkably comfortable in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the need to cover herself before Sam of all the the great unwashed. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining tabular array. Sam knelt future to the aphrodisiacal cleaning lady, his elbow on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her kitty-cat conclusion ups. There was no way anybody could suppose it was her pussy. Sam had made her knock cunt look like the world's greatest treasure cove. She admired his power more than the grandeur of her pussy. However after repeated viewing she felt a warmth rush again in her loins. She gave him a sudden kiss on his lips. Sam responded by kissing her book binding and held her by her nude hips. His paw rested well below her waistline side and he kept squeezing her generous flesh in sonant comforting strokes. They looked perfectly matched and at ease with each other, like a hubby and wife going through the sunup newspaper. That was how the watching Deen felt from the side window.

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

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruits of their previous day's labor. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that Manya was becoming conscious of his growing proximity. She felt Sam's companion hand once again witness her pussy and that really enhanced her comfortableness level. She kept looking at the picture of her lewdly broadcast cunt, thanking herself that she didn't wear any mob. It would feature revealed her identicalness from the way in which her fingers were opening up her juicy cunt in the crack. All along Sam kept fingering her kitty-cat. Even her sigh and moan came by themselves and the duo slowly slid into a reclining stance. Manya rested her head back against the door and spread her thighs wider to break freer entree to Sam's cupping bridge player. He manipulated her puss without stopping. Manya's bladder was full because she hadn't taken a pee before her morning walk of life. Now with all the succor of her sore lover, the imperativeness began to establish 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 busier and busier with the horny wife's twat. Each strokes of his raised her need to bursting levels. She felt she would pee any here and now. But the moment never came. The loaded feeling persisted but the corneous wife could not unblock her urine. The relentless stroking of Sam on her slit thwarted the flow. Instead her pussy got self-conceited and wet with extremely charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam's hired hand, her face wearing an agonized look that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no boost time. He replaced his fingers with his dick, stretching Manya outside the door right field on the ground. Deen felt his mother looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the footing, her hips heave and her pussy swollen with the combined need to piss and get fucked. Sam poked her verboten pussy with his finger as if to test the walls. Manya burst out into uncontrollable sobbing, whimpering with need.

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

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

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

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

"okay Aunt Manya, you can pee ”, announced Sam, standing above her salacious form, with his dick hard and unattackable over her.

The corrupt woman could take it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his prick dragged him right on to her panting, busty consistence. She roughly positioned his laborious putz right field at the entrance of her dripping slit. She arched her heated pelvic arch up and forced an entry for his cock, rotating her hips greedily to allow his nitty-gritty to sink into her gash. She took his hands and placed them on her heaving boob and forced him to vanquish the quiver mounds. Making guttural audio that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly aroused mother thrusts her hips upwards, her eye imploring and pleading with him to commence fucking. Sam felt it would be a sin to hold back any thirster. He began rotating his pelvic arch and started a slowly fucking to feel the insides of her boiling cunt fully. His tool once again familiarized itself with Manya's beautiful cunt. Deen was now red with jealousy as he saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless shipwreck and then getting fucked in a longsighted and teasing calendar method of birth control. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.

Manya's bitchiness was elevated even though Sam took her pussy missionary style. Both the teenagers could see the lust contortioned brass of the beautiful woman as her wholesome eubstance got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every CVA of Sam's dick felt like it was hitting against a water bed. Manya's horny consistence bounced and heaved at every thrust in the too soon hours. Sam pounded with urgency to call for the aphrodisiac wife to a much needed climax. The orgasm washed her inside thoroughly and she felt Sam's cock jet at the Same time. With a hearty moan, she took out Sam's cock from her cunt and placed it above her grimace, taking the full eruption on her optic, nose, sass and cheeks. She licked the fluids wherever her tongue could reach and released his prick only when it turned fully limp. Giving it a buss with a moan, she fell back on her back again in exhaustion. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the second fourth dimension during that torrid fucking session.

Suddenly, before the eyes of the two teenagers, Manya began to pee. She had lost it. The flow came loud and steady and burst out like a deal stream. Sam watched in amazement and wished that he had brought his camera to cap this erotic instant. For a fully two minutes, the horny adult female let out all the cumulate fluids, clutching her abdomen during the act. She was still spread out on the story, the pee collecting itself around the inverted V between her second joint. It formed a small-scale puddle. With her beautiful, homely aspect and well fucked body, Deen felt his mother looked like a on-key jade. A lovable 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 time and rose from the soil gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this look on his front-runner model and he kissed her hard on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his back talk and felt him squeeze her cuntlips in one last stroke before departing. It felt gracious to be teased and used this way. Her physical structure's demarcation were being stretched and she found the exercise thrilling.

A cheerful Manya prepared a grand breakfast for her Son and only one of them knew the rationality for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both sons felt well-chosen for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his for the first time semen discharge in his pants. He discussed it with his pal Deen, who told him that it was perfectly innate. Both blood brother did not go into further item. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling different. She gave him a couple of hugs more than necessity to reassure him and even placed his handwriting around her waist when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her chest to disturb the backbone of his heading respective times in the course of the meal, with and without grounds. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and before leaving for school, gave his stylemark squeeze and kiss to his juicy mother. He gave her ass an redundant intemperate liquidity crisis and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day's classes were off because of a sports function at school which he didn't smell like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in wonder. He was a angelical and loving boy but he was somehow remove and not gregarious like his immature brother. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and snog her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or even reversed with her at duration. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually normal. She remembered suddenly that the boy who were balling her were around Deen's age or a little older. The thought made her shiver and shimmy. If she could be a component of Binu's sexual discovery, then she found no grounds why Deen should be left out. She decided to bring him out of his scale that morning.

Fifteen minutes after breakfast, Manya called out,

"Deen, can you delight help me by massaging my backbone with oil"?

The surprised stripling 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 plot by saying that the oil would take her petticoat moistness. She wrapped the myopic towel around her pelvic arch and removed the petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her chest. The beautiful female parent saw her son staring at her thighs and knocker alternatively. The towel came to about thigh distance, exposing her golden, well toned thighs. Her mamilla were clearly outlined through the thinly cotton wool towel across her breasts. She presented an air of extreme forcible informality. The horny mother noted that the effect was not lost on her son. His young rooster tented his boxershorts already.

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

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

Deen rubbed his medallion together and ran them along his female parent's sura and feet first. They felt adept and well toned. The frame of his mother's calf was exquisite and they looked sublimely elegant. They felt elegant too to the worshipful custody of her son. Deen's work force went past her stifle to reach her glorious, overweight thighs. He paused for a moment here to pour some more oil. Wetting his palms with oil again, he looked at his sprawled out mother. The randy womanhood opened her eyes 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 electric car and charged. His mother's thighs felt like mainstay of flesh carved out of banana tree trunks. The human body quivered and carried immense affectionateness that got hotter with each stroke of his. The hem of the towel was quite heights on Manya's thighs, about three inches from her raw pussy. Deen couldn't see her puss rim but his fingers crossed the hem of the towel many times during his vigorous massaging of those sexy thigh. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual rousing. She had to take caution not to show it, but her body betrayed her. Every fourth dimension her son's fingers brushed deeper into her inner second joint, her thighs quivered in reaction. She kept her eye closed but her back talk trembled enough to tell the tale to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no choice but to massage her. He continued his teasing touch, using both finger's breadth and medal to dish out some strong groping touches on her internal regions. He was getting perilously close to her pussy. His hawkshaw was hard at the very offset and now it was threatening to split out of his shortstop. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother's belly.

The sexy mother gasped as her son's deal oiled her stomach and waist. She felt them roll all over her creamy flesh and sighed when she felt him pour a few drops of oil into her deep omphalos and use his finger's breadth to diddle it. Deen heard his mother's moans and sighs all through this erotic massage. He was finding it as uncontrollable as her. He lingered lovingly around her scurvy belly and could see as he stroked her physique why Binu was obsessed with his female parent's belly. Indeed it was a advanced hoarded wealth. And it carried a current that sent its charge right through his laurel wreath and prickle. Both mother and son knew they couldn't take this erotic 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 flavour at his mother. Her entire back was exposed right up to her butt scissure. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his mitt to massage, he was for certain he would be forced to reach her kitty. He could see the sides of her to the full breasts as they pressed against the flooring. Her hands were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the area and blurriness. His female parent had a very luscious body. He felt he was lucky to be capable to serve her in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His deal also constantly touched the side of her breasts whenever he tried to massage her incline. He lovingly reached into her armpits and stroked them, eliciting a raging moan from his horny female parent. There was perfect knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The intimate tension was palpable.

Deen ran his hand on the back of her second joint and in the process got to squeeze and rub down them thoroughly. His sexy mother, from the back was as unspoilt as nude sculpture, except for the thin towel covering her ass. And the buttock of her wax ass were all it covered. The residue of her creamy body was all his for squeezing. At one leg Deen had to sit at the base of her asscheeks in rules of order to be able to massage her back properly. When he did so, his dick came into direct link with the absolute root word of her ass, not even an inch from her dripping cunt. He massaged away at her back and as he did so, his pelvic region moved to and fro against Manya's low-pitched ass bringing his cock into periodical tangency with her pussy entranceway. It was a searingly arousing physical contact both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed not to testify it because her expression was down on the floor. Deen noticed his mother's asscheeks wiggle and realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced the pressure of his massaging which in turn reduced the air pressure of his peter on her outer pussy. Manya was mad with lustfulness. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing shorts his stopcock would have been inside her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the effect on her Danton True Young son. She didn't forethought if he fucked her. She realized that he was formula after all and that pleased her.

Deen however suddenly became subdued. The defenseless charwoman under him was his mother and the intend kept coming back to him again and again. He was about to burst into interjection but forcibly drew himself away from her ass. Manya's ass stopped quivering, as if to carry her disappointment. The horny female parent had reached a phase where nada mattered to her. Her son's pulling out puzzled her and she remained naked and frustrated as Deen announced that he had finished. He rose off his almost au naturel mother's back and without letting her see his hard on, rushed out of the room.

Manya got up slowly with a integrate gumption of disappointment and relief on her characteristic. She was glad that her son was a normal kid. Her body was unhappy that the massage hadn't resulted in something more. But her mind accepted that non event with a maternally felicity. All in all she was neutral to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her bureau. Manya didn't irritate to adjust it. Suddenly from the corner of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his bedchamber window. She could see him spellbind to the dapple, his oculus on her. With a start she understood the situation. Her elder son loved to watch her. He was more of a peeper. She let the towel remain down and kept her breasts exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her way with a deliberate, carnal careen of her hips. The towel was almost falling off her full hip joint by the time she reached her bedroom room access. Suddenly Manya turned around at the room access, giving Deen an unhindered vista of her full phase of the moon breasts. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their infrastructure and incline. They jiggled sexily at her sudden go, making Deen's center pop out. He had seen his mother's breasts in all kinds of helping hand and in dissimilar stages of mauling. But now, her exclusive display was special and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to fall off her rosehip. It was well below her bush and it required a dim-witted jerk for it to fall off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to fall off her lush coxa exposing herself in all her resplendency to her son. Her robust fertile shrub, her fleshy thighs, her splendid creamy midriff, her well endowed bust, her erect nipple and her horny boldness were all out in display for the exclusive eye of her loving son. It was an awesome overflow of lustfulness that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the Sami time. She felt a deep sack 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 feast on her voluptuous body for one full minute before walking nude into her sleeping room and bath. Deen saw her nude, full asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

Clutching his shaft, Deen wondered why he was so aroused. He had seen his mother getting fucked into oblivion, not once but several times in the most raunchy postures. That body held no bangle 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 idea made him go weak in his knees. He sat down on his bed, holding his head. His hawkshaw was about to signal a burst. He had to yank it all out. And he did just that. His luxurious, horny Mom was doing the Saami with her swollen pussy, in the privateness of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back against the paries, and two fingers deep in her douse kitty-cat. She was breathing heavily. Her coming was tenacious and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off flame within her which were wild, different and more powerful than ever before. The inundation of juices in her pubic region had an uncontrollable upsurge about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the base, she reached up and turned on the shower. The sweetheart waterspout hit her with a stroking power on her bosom, rose hip, bush and thighs. For a full ten mo the horny mother let her body take in the aplomb exhibitor before getting down to the serious commercial enterprise of cleaning the oil off her ripe organic structure. As she soaped and cleaned her curved shape, she shivered in the computer storage of her son Deen's deal on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hip joint and thigh. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure level of his young tool on them through the thin towel.

It took the beautiful char another half minute to rinse herself thoroughly. She walked out of the tub and into the chamber, wiping herself in the process. The bedroom door was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it rest that way, knowing that Deen would not barge in without announcement. Her soundbox had never felt more worry for and attended. With two sons showering their attention on it, it glowed, making her smell happier than ever before. It also made the curvy mother hornier than ever before.

Manya's loin were now in a perpetual sack musical mode. The succus always oozed now. Only their vigor was decided by the state of affairs. With sex fully in her creative thinker, she decided to lie down for a while and cool down off. Naked, she slid her juicy consistence under the covers and tried to log Z's. Her hand automatically rested on her kitty mound, the finger stroking the lips lightly.

In the other way, Deen ranted about as he neared his third ejaculation. His entire bed sheet was smeared with cum. In the grade of three jerked meat offs, he had visualized his mother's horny trunk in all potential billet of ravishment, use and abuse. She had screamed and cried in his imagination as cock after rooster ploughed into her greedy pussy and hand after hand mauled her well stacked body. His final persona of his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched woman, sprawled naked on the floor, her look coated with sperm and her sexy body heaving about wantonly in the final stages of climax. Even after ejaculation he could still finger the remnant of the touch of Manya's fleshy, heated body in his palms.

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

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

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

Binu walked into the bedroom calling out for his Mom. He paused for a piece at her bedside, quite mesmerized by the peck of his one-half at peace Mom. The bed tack 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 get out that his mother had one bridge player around her small venter. Her pectus rose and fell slightly as she dozed."She might be fully naked ”, thought the young son.

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

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

Manya stirred at the subdued impact. But her eyes were still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely face, proud of her beauty. Instinctively he kissed his female parent again on her optic and trailed his lip down to her face."Mom,"he said again in the softest of whisper. Manya opened her oculus slowly and saw Binu's eager font about to kiss her cheek."Hmmmm ”, she said as she let him kiss her. Her hired hand which was around her kitty began its own easy movement in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very slowly moved his rim down to her lips for their customary peck. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to see her son's sass. Binu accepted her offering eagerly. mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her lingua into Binu's mouth in a tentative exploration. It was the number one sentence that they had an exploratory kiss. Binu felt his organic structure turn hot and Manya could sense him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose in high spirits to discharge the kiss in comfort. In the operation, the bed sheet slipped right off her chest, baring both her big breasts to her son. Binu's eyes popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right titty. He had established his right to suck and caress her boob when exposed and he utilized this chance. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her decently breast. Manya kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed, her hand delving into her moist pussy under the masking. Even as her rousing rose, she couldn't help marveling at the ease and skill with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the Same time. He seemed an first-class smiler. The Twin imperativeness were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist, began to gain in heat. She realized the motive to find some maternally sanity. She removed her wet lip from her son's mouth and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's eyes, continuing his tit caress for another ten seconds.

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

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

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

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

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

The dressing up was nimble since Manya simply slipped into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten class now. He was almost a angelic old man. Manya felt very well-to-do with him. It was when she entered the living surface area that both Deen and Manya got a electric shock. Deen because of his Mom's panty garb and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to come with his son. But she continued in her attire because they had to take her mensuration in any slip. Three Male optic looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained breasts swaying sexily with each gradation. Deen left them and went to his room. But he took up a position at the keyhole to peep on his Mom with the tailor. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be busybodied for at least another half hour.

Manya made some initial small talk with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen geezerhood old. He was a slim lad with keen oculus and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every time her breasts heaved during the talk of the town. She also noticed that the lad's eyes remained determine on her huge, exposed midriff when he was not staring at her melon vine. Abdul then took measurements for her blouse. His son noted down while the father called out. The watching Deen saw his mother advance both her hands for Abdul to measure her chest. His dick shot to attention yet again as the taping encircled her full chest and jerked hard whenever Abdul's knuckles pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw Abdul's hand graze his mother's erect teat on two occasions.

Manya on her part allowed the job to go on. The tape graced her armpits, back, implements of war, shoulders and neck. When it came to the neck, she indicated to Abdul to lower the neck opening by a few column inch. Abdul brought the magnetic tape with his ovolo well past the mid full stop of his beautiful customer's ripe cleavage and held it for a moment. Manya nodded with a twinkle in her middle and Abdul read out the measuring for his stupefied son to jot down.

The old seamster then gave the taping to his alternate son for taking the petticoat measurements. Deen was startled. Manya herself didn't expect it but was unbiased to the change. Kneeling down to face her sexy waist, the lad encircled the lush ass of the housewife with the tape and called out the size. Deen found the kid's reading out his Mom's ass size of it a very energize and wild 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,"he heard his Mom say."seat the tapeline where I am wearing the half-slip now. Yes… That's the well-fixed positioning ”.

The horny wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her fleshy lower abdomen for a few seconds as he read out her final measurement. She gasped and that made the youngster attend up into her face, past her full cleavage, his face inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden shiver which went up her torso betrayed her rousing. The father and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's physical structure as her observance, randy son jerked off for the twenty-five percent time since the morning.

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

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

"Mmmm, yes,"mumbled the horny female parent, allowing Binu to lead her by her exposed waist to the dining table. 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 right meal. While Binu was bore to run out for his cricket his brother and mother were horny and restless. Manya was horny because of the huge stimulant caused by Deen's massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her physical structure. She now felt great in the fellowship of her sons, airless 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 love starved fair sex with a sex starved soundbox, this attention from her son made her glad. It also made her extremely horny. All the kissing and pawing by Binu stirred up her juice and left her craving for the real act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his mother was feeling horny. It showed in her soundbox nomenclature. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her second joint forced him to visualize the itchy pussy nestled between those splendiferous thigh. He noticed light beads of sweat in her segmentation which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eyes showed a distracted look. Deen realized a level had come where he communicated with her bodily needs very directly. He could feel when she needed a screwing just as surely as he could smell out when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a full fucking.

Both female parent and son were golden. The solvent to their look came in the form of a cry from Prem. He called to get out whether they would be keen on a household garment sales agreement in town. Binu had to go for his cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen tell Prem that he would be going over to a acquaintance's topographic point to paw over some borrowed college designation. He asked Prem to issue forth over and train his female parent to the sale, promising to link them within an hour. She smiled to herself at the view of being alone with Prem for at least an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the planetary house with his Brother. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's interest. It made him felicitous. The appointed time was six in the eventide and he had an hour and a one-half to pass. The Brother left in different directions.

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his front-runner bookseller's shop. It was his favorite hunting topographic point for his sleaze collection. lit, word picture, and cassettes - the billet had it all and the owner was a friendly, portly middle aged man. Deen walked into the shop which was wide-cut of racks of books and magazines. The cassettes were all lined up against the wall. But Deen began looking into the record racks. There were four of them and a enactment separated each one from the other. A someone on this side of the rack could not see the one on the other side. While Deen started looking into the incest solicitation, he suddenly heard a flaccid give-and-take from the former side and stiffened when he heard the name ‘ Manya ’. He strained his capitulum to trance the part and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a acceleration pulse, Deen heard on.

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

"Yup, right hand towards her crotch. I had to admit it back. He must hold loved the olfactory sensation from her cunt after all you did to her ”, replied Sam.

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

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

"You did that ?"enquired Salman.

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

"She's untamed Sam. She loves it when I take her like a squawk, on all tetrad. But next fourth dimension I'm going to dip my face into her juicy snatch first ”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"roll in the hay, god dam trollop ”, hissed Salman."This lecture is making me steamy Sam."

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

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

The stunned Deen heard his two friends rush out of the store. Their talk and the revelation about his Mom's doggie adventure shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme horniness and utter depravity injected a sweet wave of voyeuristic kick in him. Their talk of performing a deuce-ace with his female parent with the possibility of the dog connection in took his visual modality to the highest imaginable layer. In a way he knew such a thing had to be around the corner. His dick ached and strained against his pants and he kept clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had just transpired. He regretted having left the Mungo Park former that morning. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

"If requirement, i'll go to take her for a dawning walk tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would urinate its advances,"he thought to himself. His mind went back to his horny female parent and he wondered what was happening in the house.

What was happening in the theater was totally in tune with Deen's outlook. The second the horny Manya opened the door to let Prem in ; the child immediately understood her state of matter. There was no countersign exchanged for the next fifteen minutes. They rushed into the nearest way which was Deen's sleeping accommodation and the two hot bodies entwined and mated with fauna hunger and energy. Manya moaned without a break as the youngster's hands mauled her hips, white meat, stomach and thighs with a continuity that raised her heated trunk to daze levels of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each other like perfect body spouse. Manya lifted her long legs and wrapped them around Prem's hips as he pumped hotly in and out of her stewing, adulterous slit. Each meter he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiable but her sexual desire was on a rising curve. The beautiful female parent was turning into demons that could die for cock. Prem rammed his dick into her greedy bitch and Manya's clasping cunt muscles propelled him into initiating sharp-worded tearing thrusts which made the curvaceous housewife's torso wag. Her titty shook like two beautiful ripe mangoes on a branch. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking delight. His cock made squishy sounds as it pumped the sin out of Manya's steaming hot, dripping cunt. The accumulated horniness of the sex starved married woman found red reflexion as her hips rose in rhythm to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his back and urged him,"roll in the hay me Prem. Fuck me hard and abstruse. Aaaaaaaahh…."her voice trailed as Prem proceeded to give her pussy an absolute nookie. Manya gasped with each warm throw and moaned with each full power play of her knocker. Her consistency had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her younger lover sweated profusely and the sudor flew from Prem's hair to spray her face. Manya's face assumed contort expressions of soak lecherousness. She was being balled by her favorite lover and she gave herself in completely to his potent helping hand and stronger dick. Her insides were being ravaged with savage consistency. The rampart of her slit were being stretched and her snatch felt like it was being pounded into pulp by Prem's cannon like thrusts. She was gradually reaching yet another head blowing cock induced orgasm. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her breasts getting crushed against his chest, while her dentition dug into his neck. Prem held his Friend's horny female parent by her plenteous hips as she clung to him and rammed his final thrusts before spurting out hotly into her receptive cunt. Their reciprocal sexual climax lasted a broad two minutes. Manya's fertile pussy was flooded with innumerable jet of her immature devotee's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to release him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like love tunnel.

Manya loved the feeling and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her oral sex and kissed him on the lips, long and mysterious. She used her entire mouth on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful female parent's sass. Their lip and tongues remained locked for a to the full five minute of arc, during which time they slurped and slurped on each other's succus. Occasional gasp and murmurs escaped the mouth of the lusty housewife as she succeeded in keeping her Young lover's hawkshaw firmly lodged in her freshly bang pussy. Taking her lips slowly away from Prem's, she looked softly into Prem's eyes. Prem, on his part, looked deeply into Manya's heart. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The fidget on her face had vanished and was replaced by a lovely glowing in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her eye. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day's much needed first orgasm. They remained in that position for another five minutes. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual bout was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his sleeping room window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a violent, jerking, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his mother and best booster remained entwined. His mother's thighs were spread and still wrapped around Prem's articulatio coxae. Their abdomen were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya's naked, sweaty tits. Manya's feet pressed into Prem's naked seat. Their faces were a picayune apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya's beautiful face around her cheeks, ear and nose, occasionally tracing lines around her eyes. Manya's middle was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again. She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly chest fully crush her wide-cut breasts. She felt very close to him. He seemed to love and worry 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 mentation suddenly turned towards the one panorama that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she'd ask Prem.

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

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

The act made Manya's body put forward warmly. His dick was still buried in her soaked cunt, at about three one-quarter of its wax duration. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her hubby's organ. Readjusting her pelvis to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

"Prem, I'm a minuscule worried about Deen."She of grade did not have it off that her son Deen was listening to the total talk and was listening with rapt attending now that his epithet was being mentioned. He pricked his capitulum and laughed lightly to himself at the thought process of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best friend while having his dick still buried in her pussy.

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

"I mean, is he fully hunky-dory Prem"?

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

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

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

"It's a tactual sensation that I get of previous. He doesn't show the urges of male child his age ”.

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

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

"I should give known your ability, I'm sorry. mother's eye misses naught,"smiled Prem, slipping his rightfield hand down to coerce 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 other friend. Even Binu is more strong-arm, like a boy with growing hormones. Deen is loving and caring, like you are, but he's not passionate in that raw, physical sense, like you are ”, she murmured, running her finger all over Prem's hair.

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

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

"Ok, aunty Manya,"said Prem in a critical pure tone and tried to surface from her body.

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

"Energy Department he masturbate like all healthy boys and discourse young woman,"Manya asked, looking into Prem's eyes."You are his best friend, recite me ”.

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

"Now isn't that odd or maybe peril ”, suggested Manya with a vexation tune on her forehead.

Prem kissed her forehead and cupped her face in his paw saying,"No guy would take to wait at or discuss female child when you are in the house, Aunt Manya ”.

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

"I'm grave aunt Manya. When he can ogle this gorgeous physical structure entirely day, why would he need another girl ? Besides, which girl has your ripe, wholesome trunk ?"

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

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

"Oh come on aunty Manya, if I was in his post, even I wouldn't look at another girl. I would never receive been able-bodied to get enough of you ”, said Prem, watching Manya blush again.

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

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

His words sent a undulation of shiver into the housewife's soundbox. She felt her cunt walls try to buckle at his semi tumid tool wedged inside her. She felt wild.

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

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

Manya turned hot and red when she heard Prem talking in Deen's phonation. Her puss was now very wet and had already added to the fluid stratum around the cock in her. She was incredibly aroused and the stock simply rushed through her epicurean consistency, making Prem stiffen at her sudden change in physical state.

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

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

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

Outside the window, Deen felt like his balls were going to explode. This had crossed his wildest imagery. It was the savage converging of the mutual horniness he had felt along with his Mom. She was giving expression to it in the blunt, most titillating mode possible. She was fucking his best protagonist as a deputy. His female parent was crossing the stopping point frontier towards incest. But the peachy thing about it was that she was doing it indirectly. And Deen, the voyeur loved it all the more. More than fucking his mother, he enjoyed overhearing his mother talk about fucking him. It was violent than the genuine affair, at least for him. Rubbing his bursting dick, he listened on as he heard Prem reply in his voice.

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

"Only"?

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

Manya could now feel Prem's cock prodding at the paries of her cunt in mini driving force. Her pussy ooze juices and they streamed right out onto her inner thigh. This was the wildest spell of lubrication in her sex life. She felt her head turn laborious and her eyes were glazed all over with luxuria. 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.

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

"Yes Mom,"he went on, trying harder now to mimic Deen's vocalism. He began a dense motion thrusting into his best admirer'mother, making sure that the tip of his dick caressed her pink pussy rampart teasingly.

"Aaaaahh, mmmmmmm, Deen ”, wailed Manya."testament 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 clasp around Prem's back, lost to her lust.

Prem could feel her snatch boiling slushily against his peter. It was never as wet in all the multiplication they had fucked. He felt his dick bathed in her over discharged fluids. The turned on lady of the house was quivering and moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his chest into her full moon, sweaty knocker. Manya felt hot and she was trembling with extreme desire.

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

"Oooooh, Deen…"Moaned the cock hungry mother, delirious with lust. Her pussycat, thighs and hip joint responded with awakened incestuous vigour. She heaved her hip upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the young studhorse. She opened and closed the grip of her fleshy thigh against his rosehip in a wanton display of extreme point arousal.

"piece of tail me Deen, fuck me hard honey. Fuck me like you always wanted.

Deen's capitulum was reeling and his pump was pounding. What he had seen shocked him to start with. He saw an ungovernable man, dark and mighty, manhandle his beautiful mother, pump into her pussy roughly, mash her sarcoid body all over and finally spew his hot cum deep inside her belly. And all along she not only liked it but loved and craved for it. The fact that she didn't idea going through it with her son in the house made his heart beat faster with the realization that his mom was indeed a lusty and sex starved woman. Worse still, she simply loved getting fucked like a bitch. While on all fours, with the grocer's tough dick pistoning in and out of her steamy goose, she hardly looked the loving Mom who cared for him and his footling blood brother. Nor did she look like the mysterious tantalization that coaxed and cajoled his peter into ultra hard erecting with her revealing vogue of dressing day in and day out. Instead she looked every column inch a horny trollop who craved meretricious and two-timing sex and loved only those things that spelt C-O-C-K. But gradually his shock turned to awe, his contempt turned to realize and his jealousy turned to lust. His young brain related her behavior to the inability and clog up behavior of his drunkard beginner, who even Deen felt, didn't deserve a ripe and luscious beauty like his Mom in his life. The sight of her shameless ecstasy while getting fucked royally by a stranger only served to bring in him understand the full potency of his beautiful mother's sexuality and the extent of her lawful bodily needs. His heart reached out compassionately towards his mother with a soft corner. So did his dick - with a strong on.

Suddenly in one swift motion, he clutched his burgeoning hammer and pumped it vigorously like a man possessed. He came in lupus erythematosus than twenty cerebrovascular accident - so brawny was his surge of passion for his sexy Mom. Even after ejaculation his dick merely registered a pause but not a droop. He quickly resumed his dick pumping and this time the prototype of the grocer balling his cock hungry mother were more vivid and telling. With equate intensiveness he spewed his spermatozoon all around him in the bathroom, gasping at the monumental arousal that had beset him. As he relaxed he realized that he related to his beautiful mother more than ever before. He desired to see her glad. He loved to see her glowing and satisfied. He loved to see her getting fucked.

Through the keyhole, Deen looked out into the sustenance elbow room. He was in time to see his well fucked Mom trudge slowly into the chamber with just her slight blouse on, holding her sheer saree in one manus. Her asscheeks shook and swayed as she walked, making his back talk water."Now those full boldness could do with some rough treatment ”, he empathized. He also wondered how his Mom would adopt to a strait spanking by his Dad in suit 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 mother's bedchamber. He stopped at the door and soundlessly peeped into the way. Manya had merely spread the transparent dreary saree all over her full moon body and was lying on her back. Her hand rested just below her abdomen and was occasionally caressing her pussy. Deen thought he heard some occasional purring sounds. Her nipples poked the right way out of her still sweaty blouse as Manya reflected on the dayspring's issue. She was pleasured no uncertainty and also enjoyed it to the hilt. But she couldn't assist wondering how easily she had surrendered to the grocer, not once but twice. She was an well-heeled lay, and her activity proved it. She thanked her stars that her son Deen was out of sight."Deen ”, she said loudly.

"Oh yes ”, he must have finished his bathtub, she thought as she rose, attempting to re-drape her saree around her well enrapture physique for about the quaternary time of the day. Deen noticed his mother's anxiety and waited until she had almost finished wearing her sari and just when she was tying the air mile in front of her shapely middle, six inch below her tantalizing bellybutton, he walked into the room, calling out her name. Manya didn't get a start. Instead she continued wearing her saree and completed tucking in the knot and adjusted the forepart of her saree. The top of her sari was still down and she casually lifted it and placed it daintily around her creamy shoulders. Her pap still peeked through the transparent blouse and saree, but that didn't matter. Her nowadays exposure was part of routine as far as her son was concerned and she was quite for sure that it didn't bother Deen. Deen however, continued to ogle his Mom's lush body with a new mother wit of appraisal. He now saw her as a overweight object too, that at times could take off into irrepressible and wildly aroused conduct. His heart never left her generous pelvic arch. He saw then getting squeezed and pounded not so long ago. He looked into Manya's eyes and saw some alleviation and contentment. Strangely that looks in her center turned him on. He found that slightly flushed, glowing look a remarkably arousing feature in his beautiful Mom's face. It was the flavour of a saucily fucked woman. A freshly fucked female parent of two Whitney Young and horny sons.

Manya had no time to launder herself and while sitting across the table with Deen, she wondered how her untried son would respond if he knew that only sometime ago, his mother was getting mercilessly balled by a stranger. But she didn't know that he knew. And he didn't know that she got balled not once but twice, and too in the doggie posture, like a true gripe. Both Mom and son had sex on their minds when the doorbell rang. It was Binu, her unseasoned son. Manya rose to spread out the doorway and once again Deen got the appreciate view of her ass, rolling along with his mother's step, with each brass rubbing sexily against the other, with the unscathed trend clearly evident through the semi transparent saree. Binu gave his freshly fucked Mom a big hug as soon as she opened the door. He smothered her still sweaty consistency with his sleeve and reached out to get his customary flavor of her juicy navel. He was a bit surprised at its moistness. Even her side smelt different when he kissed her cheek. The odor was not just different. It was more exciting. And his dick endorsed his thoughts by pressing severe into his gorgeous Mom's soft and wide-eyed belly. That made Manya stiffen a bit but then she had seen his erections before and allowed it as part of growing up. What worried her was that Deen showed a mindset different from Binu. He was reticent, soft and closed. He was not physical like Binu and it worried her on and off.

Binu tucked into his solid food right away and gulped it down in less than five minutes. All three rose after lunch to draw back for a light afternoon nap. Deen slept in his way, while Binu tagged along behind Manya's swaying ass into her way and onto her bed. This was quite rule for the two. She settled her scantily raiment ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her saree fell off her shoulder but Manya didn't infliction to adjust it since she was going to lie down. Her nipples came into all the way perspective of Binu's center and even this was an everyday affair. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may cause had something to do with her soundbox scent he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electrical energy flow between them. He reached out as usual towards his Mom's fleshy, wide-eyed belly and stroked the flesh lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her lush ass was pressed hard against his crotch. He was wearing just his boxers without any underclothing and this was nothing new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his begetter was away and right through the night, he would squeeze her all over, especially her hips, asscheeks and belly. His pet billet however, was her inscrutable belly button. Manya allowed him to play around, with the confidence that it was simply a childlike fascination which he would soon get the better of. run around he did, but quite energetically. He would works a series of wet kiss all around her belly, concentrating on the sphere around her omphalus. He would nibble, lick and blow into that juicy omphalos, showering all his philia into its enticing deepness. He did that all the time, at least twice a day and Sir Thomas More if the situation permitted. He would preserve his amorous act until he heard his Mom's long and aroused groan. She would not escape from him off but it was a signal to him that her body couldn't take it any more.

As a woman starved of cuddling, Manya actually enjoyed all this physical display of harmless affection from her younger son. There were a few function 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 work it quite freely and even pass water her squeal with his surprise approach on her lush posterior. Gradually she grew to like it, even look forward to these gropes and tone. They added to her common sense of being wanted and enhanced her desirability stratum. At times she suspected him of having definite sexual partial 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 yearn buss on her broken impertinence, dangerously close to her wide-cut lip. She would feel an instant moistening in her loins but regain quickly enough to dismiss it off as juvenile behavior.

She did at clock time hope that Binu would not be so brazen and strong-arm with her. After all he was just twelve years old. And he did not care that his actions were being observed rather curiously by his elder blood brother Deen. That afternoon, Deen realized that his voluptuous mother had gone to remain without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex sessions with the grocer. Her body must be certainly reeking of the combined organic structure fluids of the dark grocer and his fair mother. He also realized with a pounding heart that her unwashed kitty must be still nestling a good sum of money of his copious spark. He marveled at her behavior and attitude and was wondering how lucky Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right after her fiery session. Little did he know that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to jollify in her illicit pleasure for as long as she could, deriving the level best gratification from life's niggling adventures.

Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to see one of his classmates and he looked into his Mom's bedroom to inform her. This metre he stood still in astonishment. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her pelvic arch with his right leg thrown across them. Her saree rode right above her second joint, displaying their ample well curved condition and the garment stopped just a distich of inches below her pussycat lip. He couldn't see the lips but Binu's sleeping form fully embraced his female parent, with his shaft thrusting through his boxershorts just at the top of her ample, exposed thigh. Manya's belly and navel were fully desolate and open. The saree around her waist had dipped to extra low levels in the course of her slumber. There was just a 4 in cover of sheer garment above her pussy. Every other inch of her delectably fleshy diaphragm lay open like a fountainhead laid out feast. Binu's head was buried in her good bosom, his nose digging right into her creamy cleavage. Both were asleep and the pose, supposedly a mother son sleeping posture, looked anything but non sexual. Incredibly it was absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu's repetitive petting and navel smooching, Manya was never subjected to any sexual intrusion. At to the lowest degree not from Binu. But looking at them lying in secretive sum, Deen felt that familiar tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their apparent peace and calm. His horny Mom, after her fervent shtup had shifted gear and was lying articulated lorry nude in her 12 year old son's sleepy embrace with his psyche nuzzling her melon like titty, his dick pressed against her crotch and with his ramification drawing her full phase of the moon hips into himself in a possessive case time lag. The survey was beautiful, strangely erotic and spoke of the absolutely physical TV channel of communication which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to touch their blissfulness, he left the room and house and walked across to his classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a exercising weight on her lush body. She looked down to see her slight son Binu's heading cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his pixilated leg embracement around her full hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the genitive case clutch of her younger son on her almost nude body, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered as to why her hubby didn't display this level of physical law of proximity. Slowly she moved Binu's leg away and tried to originate. She felt Binu's blazon encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up. She found him very cute, even though his paw encircled her lower belly, just a few inches above her President Bush. She looked down to notice that her sheer sari had bunched itself around her bush with her entire body above and below fully exposed. A thrill shot through her lusty soundbox as the naughty, exhibitionistic side of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu's yawning grip, she moved out of the bed into the toilet. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a quiver of dismissal all over her trunk. She reached out for the hand exhibitioner to wash her insides after peeing, but suddenly for some grounds, she placed the hand cascade back and allowed herself to stay on vulgar, still unwilling to disencumber herself from the leftover of her thinker blowing two get it on episode later that morning.

Manya realized Deen had gone out to visit his Quaker Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to flirt his daily evening cricket. She hoped Deen would develop an interest in sport like Prem and build his physique too. Manya wished her Logos were also lithe, strong and well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making deep brown the corneous housewife smacked her back talk and looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and her haircloth 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 wrinkles, giving those buttock a well fondled outer visual aspect. Manya's ass globe twitched at the much thought. The grocer's smooching had been carnal and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but instant squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting nothing in coming back, unlike the grocer. Many of Manya's female friends openly admired her ass and even made their jealousy obvious. They said it was extra wax, jiggly and could ram a nonsuch to sexual madness with their heights salary increase bound. She tended to agree with them. Her buttock did flare out out disproportionately from her rather plenteous hips and what made the ass more prominent was her yearn and flawless waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unique gift. Her waist and ass fed off each other's aureole. Manya felt rather proud of her rear plus but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the onlooker's eye through her belly and hips. And she did that with a vengeance. She was a okay objet d'art of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Midway through her umber devising she heard the doorbell ring again. Feeling no evident threat to her under dressed appearance since hubby was due only after half past six, she shifted her luxuriant torso across to answer the door, with her go away hand again fingering her snatch mound up to the last second. On opening the door she saw her Cousin Dan's huge build with the arrogant boldness. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one time supposed to marry Dan but considered him too fossil oil and arrogant. The lordliness came from his wealth but he did not get division along with his wealth. Now yr later, with her new found enthrallment for gaucheness, the same Dan began to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's middle swept over her sexily attired form and rested right between her thigh. His eyes practically bore into that fleshy join, lapping up the exotic sight of her drab bush and the arousing ‘ V'which formed itself whenever Manya kept them together. He simply lusted after his cousin-german Manya and made no arcanum of his craving. extra time Manya simply stopped resisting his advances and began to give in - discretely to set out with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his monumental arms enveloping her soundbox fully. She could find her big tit getting crushed against his full chest and her excited body started giving in. Suddenly she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for her, Dan had the sense to recall, but even he could feel a dispute in her consistency odour. Not only was Manya's consistence riper since his last visit, but she felt and smelled unlike. But he liked the remainder. Within ten minutes Binu entered the way in his cricket geared wheel and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visits were always surprise visit and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive gifts and goody. After coffee, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The moment the door clicked shut, Manya felt a impregnable couplet of script dragging her backwards in a half mauling and one-half grabbing grip. It was a familiar grip and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six month gap, his pent up lust for his aphrodisiacal cousin-german volley out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her articulatio coxae. It lay in a heap on the base and Dan stared at the ripe and aphrodisiacal consistency of his endearing cousin. Her massive butt, her generous pelvic arch and the overall flesh feast which seemed to be aching for his heat up touch proved too much for him and he simply hurried her into the bedroom and made her lie on her back, rightfulness on her married bed. Manya's thigh bed covering in automatic response and she reached out to take out Dan's trouser. They were down in a flash and Dan wasted no time in placing his unbending 8 inch prick at the entranceway of his cousin's hot pussy. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delightful launching. The poke began in a steady momentum, with their missioner mode sexual intercourse enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lust aroused, beautiful face. He simply adored his aphrodisiacal cousin and hated it when she married her wimp of a hubby. That sapless, pot bellied sot was a consummate mismatch for his dynamite first cousin. The thought made his already blood engorged peter throb in further stimulation and he thrust deeper into her ever willing cunt, reaching profoundness that were not reached in a long, yearn time. There was no talk between the two. Their bodies met and their eyes also met in the course of this searing union. Her face shifted to different storey of lust in strain with his steadily pistoning cock, while his aspect got wilder and tempestuous, as if a caged tiger had been released. Every jabbing carried Manya's heated body to higher level of longing and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding dick rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet twat in lengthy spurts of manly seed. Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in frenzy during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an volatile orgasm with the twofold triggers ignited. Gasping and feeling her puss muscle spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her snatch still exerted fadeout pressure on his slowly deflating peter until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving retentive and thick kisses all over her travail covered face. Manya suddenly felt a tingle as his workforce came off her chest, releasing his vice like bobby pin on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they always acted on first sight whenever he came nursing home. No words were spoken. It was bare, plain pumping and Word would follow later. And cagey Dan, he always chose the time when Desh was out of the house to seduce his entry. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the dark and also having a drinkable with Desh.

With the hustle of the starting time fuck with Dan getting over, Manya experienced a deliciously loathsome delight all over her body. It was the one-third time she got eff that day and what she loved most was that all succus were well and truly deposited within her, giving her a beauty enriching glow on an otherwise calm and pretty face. Not bothering to put on her saree, she went into the kitchen with just her blouse on to have some more deep brown for them. As she waited for the coffee to warm up up, her hand again drifted towards her just fucked pussy. Slowly she fingered herself, allowing the juice mixture in her slit to broadcast all over her gentle fingers. She loved the feel of her puss when it was wet - wet with anything. She remembered the sole time she tried to make Desh eat her pussy by spreading dearest all over her nether region and dragging his head into her crotch. Quite to her surprise and alarm system, Desh had recoiled and snarled at her, calling her a pervert. She didn't try it again, not with her husband at least.

As she was pouring the coffee into two cupful, she heard Dan enter the kitchen, fully nude. She gave him a mischievous grin when she saw that he was looking her over. Dan's heart once again rivet heterosexual on her bodacious backside and this time sure tenderness overcame him as he reached down to softly knead and cup it.

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

He kneaded her splendid, fleshy backside for nearly a minute, kissing her earlobes while doing so. Manya loved being held from behind. Her whole eubstance responded to rear caresses and raise opening almost naturally. Maybe that was one rationality why she found it difficult to ward off Binu's uninterrupted assaults on her ass. That was one zone she had no control over but that didn't unduly bother her. She moaned longer when she felt Dan's cock slowly printing press against her naked asscheeks. A throb began all over her soundbox, which gained in intensity when Dan slowly bent her on the kitchen tabular array. His now erect dick was probing her full and creamy ascheeks, seeking her pussyhole like a rabbit would look for its hole. Manya was wet in no time again. It was her slit drip that drew his hard again cock towards it like a human body magnet. Suddenly cock met cunt and the humping began. Dan's helping hand now fully cupped a bent Manya's breasts while his steely dick carried off from where it left her ruttish twat a minuscule while ago. His organ stroked deeper and deeper into the horny mother's puss, making her oral sex bounciness off the mesa with each slash. The penetration was much deeper due to the bent bearing and the stab were prospicient due to the for the first time surge of lust having already been extinguished during their first fuck. It was a yearn, slower and more delicious mating, but absolutely physical in nature. It was the conjugation of two bodies that were custom designed for fucking each former. His six metrical foot broad frame mounting her five animal foot seven inches of adulterous hot stuff. The adultery added to the heat of their passion and the heat of their carnal knowledge made the kitchen table waggle vigorously. phone of their loud piece of tail mingled with the audio of woodwind instrument trembling.

It was initially the strait of woods that made Deen discard the primary door and base on balls around the sign of the zodiac to the kitchen to see if there was any problem. As he approached, he could also find out the cheap grunt of a man and the uninterrupted groan of a woman. He could greet the moan of his horny mom but was concerned about the male person oink. It was certainly not his male parent's and that too at this time of the day. If his father fucked his mom during late afternoons even once a month, then she would not hold to look at substitute cock in living, he reasoned. Having eliminated that pick, he peered through the kitchen window and was greeted by the most conjure up flock of his life.

His tail naked mother was hang over the kitchen table with his Uncle Dan ramming his thick cock in and out of her boggy cunt like a machine. His aroused mother was gasping and moaning with every hard stroke Dan gave into her lewdly presented bitch. Bent like a kick, she was taking it from behind and screaming her red-blooded approval every time a thrust found its quarry. The sounds were squishy with intermittent slaps reverberating through the kitchen each clock time Dan's orchis slapped against her hot ass. Deen stood mesmerized again with his hired hand taking its inevitable road to his shaft bulge. He began caressing it and slowly unzipped his genital organ, pulling out his throbbing fellow member. With every separatrix of Dan into Manya's wetly receptive pussy, her son stroked his dick, matching Dan stroke for slash. Wildly it seemed to Deen that he was sharing his mother's lust. Stroking away, he looked at his mom's glazed face, marveling at the intimate Department of Energy it carried.

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

Dan and Deen came together, the old into the unprovoked pussy of Deen's mother and the latter into thin air, with just one drop getting splattered on the kitchen windowpane pane. Deen didn't think anyone would notice. He staggered slowly away from the illicit sight he had been witness to, trying to suck up the day's events. Two unlike guys had fucked his beautiful, sexy mother and both times she took it like a bitch, from behind. She was screaming during the act and was glowing blissfully after the act. He decided to move over the adulterous twain five proceedings before ringing the doorbell.

Chapter 6

A single day, Deen had witnessed the utter turpitude of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's effect, the more ghost he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristical way. The blood surged in his dick at the sentiment of his aphrodisiac Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The ken of her pink, throbbing pussy getting a pounding in the most put down military capability filled his idea with the purest emotions of empathy for a housewife in demand. He began to link up to her more and more and even thought that he may like to facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny female parent without her knowledge so that he could view and racket in the absolutely amazing style in which she received hard cock.

With these thinking floating in his mind, he rang the bell. Manya opened the room access herself and gave him a remarkably fresh grin. His eyes took in her full-blooded form which looked even more luxuriant than ever before. Her face was brighter than when he left her and her pass was a lot otiose and provocative. Her slower stairs imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to her all-encompassing and heavy hips, which were rather inadequately covered again by the same sheer blue saree, which had the privilege of hugging her full, well fucked body through different degree of her illegitimately excess sexual day today. He could have bid a million dollars to possess that saree after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the aroma of that sexy sari for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's voodoo and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realize that her adultery had won her an immediate sympathizer and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued anatomy Deen kept caressing his rooster until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the living way couch to recognise his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the bedroom and followed her with his eyes until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few instant later and two pairs of middle went straight towards her hips. Deen saw that she had put on her whiteness petticoat under the blue saree and immediately understood that it was time for his Dad to get in. The saree however was still well below her fat belly button and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally cause a bath and cleanse herself of the signs of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in less than 30 hour and acknowledged Dan's presence with a cursory hello. In a near demure way, Manya served bite and coffee for all. Only Deen could feel her internal wickedness and he loved her for feeling that way. That naughtiness was going to be the source of his titillating living.

In to a lesser extent than an time of day Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottleful of scotch brought by Dan. Desh drank at double the pace of Dan and Dan made no attempt to match the alcoholic Desh. Instead his face always traveled towards Manya's ass and breasts whenever an chance presented itself. Deen retired to his way to consider but keep on peeping into the living room where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the minute. He noticed Manya signaling to Dan to restrain his drinks and Dan nodded, winking at the same time. His comrade Binu also entered the home and a quick dinner followed. Binu had his accustomed 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 catch some Z's. Though drunk, Desh hugged his married woman and asked her to come to the bedroom, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents'room.

An hour later, he heard a rustle and peered from one corner of his bed sheet towards where his parents catch some Z's, ensuring that he did not move. Desh was in a randy mood and he had already stripped the clothes off his sexy wife. Manya's fairly and throbbing eubstance glistened in the partial darkness as her sottish hubby began pawing her breast roughly with both his hands, after positioning himself above her consist form. Manya surrendered with some degree of expectation. Deen could make out his mother's naked glory in the trailer truck darkness and deep sucking strait of his Dad suckling his mother's full titty like a child could also be heard. Manya's groan were more out of uncomfortableness than arousal and Deen could make that out in a moment. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw it. Desh didn't bother to ensure whether his son was asleep and Manya of course was totally unconcerned either way. In less than a bit after some rush foreplay, Desh mounted his naked wife with his son peering in curiosity just a few groundwork away from them. Deen couldn't make out the attribute of his founding father's shaft, but he saw him try out some emphatic cause 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 wife quivering in rag nakedness. Manya continued to lie naked on her back, hands buried thick into her dripping grab and she may possess thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not have been more awaken and alive to the motive of his beautiful female parent. However he had to simply continue watching and stroking his hawkshaw while his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her stay on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's events. She strode right out of the room in slow deliberate measure, stark naked and without a care in the world. Her broad hips and fleshy arse were silhouetted erotically in the extra dim light while her naked breast shone in splendor every prison term some reflected spark from the candid windowpane bounced off them. She was a sweetheart in hurt and she happened to be his own mother. The beauty was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her husband's limp cock could only manage to stoke her lust attack. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her dipsomaniac, nude frame of reference disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realized Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin to arrive. An minute later, Manya stumbled into the bedroom and Deen watched his well fucked mom slip naked powerful under the bed piece of paper. What a day it had been for the horny housewife. And she slept with her hired man still caressing her pussy pile and remained in that bare, curling posture until she awoke.

Manya awoke first next morning and started it as usual with her forenoon flash for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the main door dressed just in the same depressed transparent sari without any half-slip or blouse. The twenty five year old stud poker 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 onionskin, sheer objet d'art of cloth pretending to cover her stacked body and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few bit. She gathered the milk and turned around to unveil the awing glory of her full ass to the world of one good minute. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to begin coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that undivided saree on her well ravished body. Dan had fucked his horny cousin in every imaginable posture the previous night and together they came at least five meter. It would have been a day of battle of Marathon fucking for any former womanhood, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit backbreaking in the hip as if some surplus lust still lingered in that well stacked trunk. She suddenly heard a soft rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's immature and upbeat fount. He had a packet of milk in his hands and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the threshold. Surprised that he chose the back entrance, Manya opened the kitchen doorway and reached out to take the packet. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the Lester Willis Young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this fall, the stud tried to hold the falling lady and he held out both his medallion, in the cognitive process ending up with both her full, almost naked titty in his hand. Manya felt bolts of electrical energy shoot through her nipples as he straightened her. His hands were still on her heave boob and he made no effort to transfer them. Manya too did not say a word but stood still, allowing the here and now to withdraw over. There she stood, naked for all purposes, a horny housewife early in the dawn, getting felt up by her milkman. The scantling's work force began to rub down and tweet slowly, bringing life into those knoll and waves of pleasure into Manya's lust triggered body. The saree was fighting a drop off engagement and slowly fell right off her shoulder, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an in above her George Herbert Walker Bush, which was clearly visible through the treacherous drab saree. Manya stood still as the youth kept one hand in caressing move on her impart breast while he ran the right one all over her waist, pelvis, and belly and poked into her navel. His stiff fingers reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding his headspring in her bridge player and bringing it down for a hot, long and natural language tying candy kiss. His youthful passion and the roguishness of the too soon morning picnic on her glowing skin may have forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.

The vernal milkman understood the lady's state and without any further delay, he placed the aroused, almost nude homemaker on the doorsill of her kitchen with her point inside, leaving her fleshy, glorious and wriggly ass exterior. Her juicy belly hung in between indoors and outdoors, with her knees kneeling outside the door. The studhorse placed himself right behind her lush ass and gave some preparation squeeze play to those quivering orb o creamy flesh. Manya gasped as the position brought about the dormant lust in her like no former posture. She rotated her ass provocatively like a kick in heating plant and almost mewled in stimulation as his strong, young dick began examining its entry path into that seething cunt. A sudden thrust ensued, taking even the wanton housewife by surprisal with its speed and vigor. Then thrust after thrust followed at lightning speed, almost akin to a dog mating its bitch in the acme of the conjugation time of year. Her sheer saree was bunched up around her hips and his hands reached out to maul her swinging boob with the muscularity of an athlete. It was the sort of bosom 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 forced quelling of her screams take his passion to far top as the peril of getting observed in this outrageously spottable topographic point lent a licentious charge to both and Sir Thomas More so in Manya's eccentric. She continued to revel the furiously step ramming this stud was giving as her asscheeks turned red under his traction and her boobs felt like they would get torn apart from her juicy body. But inscrutable within, her pubic region, pussy bud and walls screamed in joy at this peculiar throbbing in the special billet, right on the doorstep.

Her sound were only too companion to her son Deen. Being an betimes riser himself and noticing that his Mom was not in her bed, he tiptoed first to his Uncle Dan's way for a peek. Not finding her there, he thought that she may have decided to take her farseeing postponed bath. Seeing even the privy empty, he followed the sounds that he began to hear and walk right into the kitchen. The animalistic fucking of his beautiful mother by another stranger did not surprise him, but the doggie style adopted yet again and the bitch like body language of his well stacked Mom during her licentious liaison 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 bitch in the wee hour of the morning. The stud shot his load, Manya screamed her way to her orgasm and Deen muffled his own moan as he shot a Brobdingnagian load of spermatozoan onto the refrigerator face. He saw the milkman put his tool away even as his fountainhead fucked female parent turned dreamily around on her back, her ass resting on the bare trading floor outdoors, while her head rested indoors on the kitchen story. The doorsill supported her sexy waist as she lay spread-eagle, breathing heavily from the exertion. Her face wore a smile of expiation and lying in hat affectation, with the onionskin sari still bunched up around her hips, she looked a on-key jade. Deen found this fornicatress look in his female parent as being celestial and closer to nature and truth.

He left the kitchen in a hurry when he saw her attempting to get up. He rushed into the lavatory, knowing that he might be denying his semen filled mother a chance at the loo. He brought his cock out again and pumped its hardness, recollecting the morning's turpitude. He kept jerking off, the mental image of his female parent's near naked form lying on the kitchen doorstep, sweaty and fucked, filled his head.

Mother Manya on the other helping hand rose and steadied herself by holding the doorway. She kept the saree bunched around her hips with her left wing hand holding the garment around her genitals domain. She looked a ravishing tidy sum as she moved slowly out of the kitchen, only to run into the big form of Dan.

"I knew you would be about early ”, whispered Dan, holding her bare shoulder joint and not even questioning her on her body politic of undress.

"Oh Dan,"whimpered Manya meekly as she allowed him to hold her by her naked shank and lead-in him over to the dining table. His hired hand slipped humiliated to hold her by the asscheeks and the dampness there certainly took him by surprise.

Manya simply allowed Dan to express on leading her till they reached the dining tabular array. Facing her, Dan lifted her by her full ass and laid her, back down on the table. Manya let him repose her top dog and back while he had her thigh and leg stretched out of the table. He drew her shapely thighs around his hips and tugged her sari away, divesting himself of his torso in the physical process. Manya was nude and outstretched now, her voluptuous ass resting on the bound of the dining board, with her cousin's dick already testing her pussy entrance. She was wordless as he entered her slowly, holding her by the pelvic arch, and continued to remain mute as he lifted her ramification and wrapped them around his neck. This brought their bodies so close to each other that Manya whispered"“ Now Dan, in this shoes ?"

"Yes dear. I have to leave by the 8 am flying and you look eminently fuckable this daybreak. What has come over you ?"

"Just fuck me now darling full cousin. We'll talking later,"whispered the ever lustful housewife.

In that intimate post, the two of them had a yearn, leisurely roll in the hay, driven by some trust that they would not be spotted, even in that ridiculously obvious place. They fucked and fucked, for ten yearn minutes with his hands squeezing and un squeezing her charged up coxa and his thenar occasionally rising to cup and rub down her shakiness knocker. They looked great together as they orgasm in unison, in one deliriously gradual wave, beading of exertion decorating both their faces. The beast bent to kiss his ravisher for one endure time that day. The beauty accepted his post entrancement candy kiss with smiling amativeness. Five bit later she detached herself from his clasp, letting her pegleg drop down but still spread them lewdly on the table. Dan bent and placed a hanker, lingering candy kiss, right on her snatch, making her gasp and moan all over again.

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

Chapter 7

Manya's break of day had got off to a rousing beginning with two superlative bouts of sex. One was toilsome and dissipated with a Brigham Young studhorse, while the early was a gradual, mutually seeking love making session with her cousin. The kickshaw of the latter took her by surprisal. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zona, which was her hip joint and ass software. The stallion mountain of figure was damp from travail and semen. Her genital organ and inner thighs were completely sticky and an gunk itinerary had formed right down to her knee. Her kitty-cat had been pulverized since the previous morning time by four different men and she was feeling full down there as if it were a secretary of sperm, of the dry, trailer truck dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all kind. The voluptuous mother of two son 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 quarter to six and quarter yesteryear six in the cockcrow was a dream for any 30 six year old cleaning woman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply horny as Manya.

She heard no hearable sounds of apparent movement in the house former than Dan in his bathroom and he would depart any minute now for his escape. She realized she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her pussy, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to adulterate after load of seed depository. She began to wish this stickiness because it made her finger very sexy and did not earmark her to strike her mind 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 pick up for the new day. Lying naked on her dining table with a somewhat fill freshness all over her body, she kept smiling to herself with her manus around her kitty-cat mound, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to possess it the most. Her famous puritanic saree was lying on a chair next to the table and her eyes fell on it. That brought her out of her revery and suddenly the add up lewdness of her portray state of matter struck her. Rising, but still retaining her aright hand on her pussycat agglomerate, she picked up her saree and threw as a great deal of it around her as possible without any wearing shape, almost like she was throwing a bed sheet around herself. But this being a lot more transparent than a bed tabloid, her good and glowing body still stood magnificently revealed. Her well molded and well caressed breasts jiggled with every sexy measure she took towards her chamber. Her walkway was sheer titillating poetry in motion and befitted the encounter of a master artist. Her body was more or less covered but the careless way in which she draped the saree left her full creamy back open right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitor or viewers at that time. Two of the visitors had already fucked her half way to heaven. But she was awry about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth jerking off in the toilet and came out of the bathroom and prepared to go to his room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't bother to vex 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 chemise in his opinion in each case. He tiptoed out of the room rather casually but stooped dead in his cartroad just one step out of the door. 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 too soon that morning was bidding farewell to her full cousin and his uncle. It was the method acting of farewell that was unparalleled for his adolescent eyes. They were both at the main door and caressing in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping her grimace fully and lavishing her cheeks and eyes with long wet candy kiss. Manya kept purring and returning his buss with her very own juicy ones. Hiding behind the drape, Deen peeped at the licentious yoke with a pounding heart. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most nonsensical fashion, concealing her in parts and revealing her in other parts. From his angle, he could piss out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's men crept up his female parent's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a draw close amorous way. Her typeface was still on his human face in a luxurious, longsighted tongue exploration, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's dick to yet another United States Department of State of absolute hardness. Something similar must make happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her knee joint, the action causing her saree to return right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in forepart of Dan at their main door, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mussitate something as his horny mother quickly brought out his cock and gulped it with a greedy moan. For the side by side few minutes Dan only kept stroking his bursting tool as he watched his mother's head bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's cock. Her movements gathered speed and his stroking followed lawsuit. Deen suddenly looked back in alarm at his sleeping father when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the extracurricular sight in the livelihood way, only to see his Mom's head going up and down at wild speed and his uncle's hands clutching her hair and drumhead in a solid, passionate grip. The wholly sight was supremely titillating right up to the second of Dan's Brobdingnagian outlet. Deen saw the gradual retardation of Manya's head over his uncle's tool accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his mother's lovely blacken haired head. The grip was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, naked cousin to her fundament and looked at her boldness which was well covered with his cum. Her mouth, lips, nose and cheeks were coated thickly with his ejaculate and she looked fondly into his eyes. Some squirt had also landed on her beautiful longsighted hair above her brow. Their mouths met again for yet another deep kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his pant and secured his belt mumbling out a good bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the briny threshold to bequeath, but after unfastening the door door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin-german for one last passionate osculation. Deen saw Uncle Dan buss his nude painting mother at the half undecided door. The wad made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would recruit the planetary house. The final kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully raw housewife lasted one full minute before the almost open chief door. It was broken only by the sound of a car emerging out of the neighbor's home. Manya shut the door on her cousin hurriedly and grabbed her saree in the Sami movement. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing the firm rather quiet, she sighed in sculptural relief and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the musical theme of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her intention and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the bathroom and locked himself in. A few minutes later he pretended to flush the potty and walked out of the john as if he had just finished.

He looked into the room and experienced yet another surprisal. Manya was lying in a coiled up position on the bed, covered fully by the bed sheet. The bed tack covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her eyes were closed and she was huddled up under the sheet of paper very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping body as was apparent from the outline she made. Deen saw her blue saree lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a start when he realized that his mom was naked under the blanket and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained body around his sleeping father and had already begun to doze. The vision was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful mother's craft and sheer abandonment. She knew that her son would emerge from the lav but didn't care. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin a delicious, wholesome blowjob early in the morning followed by extra passionate parting osculation in au naturel wildness before a half open air main threshold. If it wasn't for the audio of the car, they might cause grabbed another fast ass, felt Deen. By now he had come to await the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could have got been the afterglow of two resounding fucks and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep for a full minute, cuddling her au naturel, well used body up to her dense sleeping hubby. She awoke almost along with Desh, heaving her pelvic arch away from him and looking into his eyes. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she was more accustomed to his snarls and torment. essence leaping with a surge of joy, she leaned her oral sex forward to osculate him on his lip. Desh wasn't much of a kisser and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The normally loth hubby allowed his wife to take in over, but only for a while. For a wax two minutes, Manya licked and sucked her husband's lips and tongue, tracing wet channel all over his brass too. Desh felt a charge run through his soundbox as he realized that his beautiful wife tasted foreign and different. He felt her breasts under the rag and encountered their bare resplendency. He gave a couple of quick wring which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to coax an erection out of him first thing in the morning. He also knew that she liked to sleep naked after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their nighttime's love making. But the moment his married woman reached below to cup his balls through his dark 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 alcoholic body and the entire right side of meat of her body, from her diffuse toe upwards, past her plenteous thigh, one full chest and half her neck lay exposed to delicious viewing. Manya didn't make an exploit to cover her position fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

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

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

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

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

Still lying idle, Manya pondered over the day ahead. Her exit hand moved slowly beneath the cover version to cup her mound and a slow, nonvoluntary caress began of her cum rained kitty-cat. She could herself experience the strong scent of her ravished, vulgar organic structure. The odor did not drive her. If anything she wanted it to linger as long as possible, even on this new day.

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

"Good morning and felicitous Holi to you too near ”, Manya wished her son back, forgetting her uncover State and still letting her conceal forget hand caress her pussy. The precipitance of her son's entrance and his intimacy with the holiday diverted Manya's attention to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As he did every morning, he bent forward to kiss his mother on the cheek and due to the holiday happiness, his kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking sound on her blushful nerve. She had massaged her cousin-german Dan's cum into her cheeks and with her son's full powerful candy kiss on them, she experienced a saccade deep inside her which brought a fresh wave of juices into her pubes and onto her caressing fingerbreadth. Her leave behind hand continued to fondle her wet puss under the covers as she returned Binu's kiss with only a slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some protagonist's place for celebrating and won't be back until former afternoon Mom ”, Binu announced, half seeking her permit. His hand sought her ass, like it normally did and that was when Binu noticed his delectable female parent's exposed soundbox this side of the covers. His boyish eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and instead of kneading his favorite ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's exposed side fully and rushed out of the bedchamber after another peck on her forehead. Manya was about to say yes to his one-half postulation when she was taken aback by his act and sudden disappearing. Fully embarrassed, she felt the rake course through her voluptuous torso at a suddenly enhanced pace. She didn't even realize it but her hand continued to caress her pussy, as it did, right through the brief conversation with her little son.

Manya went into the toilet naked the instant her hubby came out and proceeded to sweep her teeth, sitting on the privy fanny to pee at the same time. The flow relieved her and as she bent to wash herself, she reflected for a import and refrained from doing so, thinking that she'd washout her pussy and body thoroughly after Desh left the sign of the zodiac when she'd have to a greater extent time. Stepping out of the bathroom naked she quickly donned her petticoat and took the same blue transparent saree to bear since she'd have to discard it soon before her bath. She chose a white sleeveless low cut blouse and again wore it without a bra since there was not a great deal time for her bath anyway. Knowing that her husband and kids were waiting for their morning coffee bean, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen and prepared some hot coffee in efficient time.

Deen was already ready and so was Binu, since he had planned to get out even before breakfast. Desh normally had his Bath after his break of the day coffee and breakfast. Holi festivity began too soon every time since people had to end the vividness and water system dunking feast at to the lowest degree by noon so as to return their colored and drenched bodies fourth dimension to get cleaned up. It was a day when all barriers were broken in deference of age, relationship and sex. people mingled and reveled in applying discolor pulverisation and colored water on each other to lionize integrity and joy. The atmosphere was festive, cheery and very physical too with both men and womanhood drenching each early with colored water and also hosing one another with water pipage. Objections and inhibitions of any sort were simply not entertained nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was a day to break open and enjoy themselves.

Her son Binu left for his Friend's place after his deep brown and Deen, being less gregarious, preferred to understand in his way. Manya heard the threshold being banged and realized it was the neighborhood boys insisting that the door be opened so that they could apply colors on all of them. Desh found this extremely plaguey and he shouted at them to leave. Moreover he had to bathe and will for work. He rushed into the lav, noting the metre on the clock.

The male child continued to ring the bell and bang the door while Desh was in the bath. Manya knew them all. They were well behaved scholarly person and not one of them was above 18 class 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 potent of them as he banged the door hard.

Manya was somewhat entertained and also worried that they may break open the threshold. Moreover since Desh had gone in for his bathtub, he was safe from any colouration onrush. 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 knocker swayed in a aphrodisiac pendulous motion as she walked and the sleeveless blouse revealed her full and well rounded shoulders and strongly fleshed arms. Little wisps of armpit hairsbreadth flashed exotically whenever she raised those arms. Her fully revealed diaphragm glowed in all its candour and her sexy navel opened up and closed with every step of Manya. Her massive asscheeks showed a saucy leaping in keeping with her sprightly step as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like hellhole breaking loose. The four young scholarly person dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as Deen looked on in seismic disturbance. Salman, the strongest went right behind her and hugged her fully from behind in an attempt to hold and tie her hired man so that she was immobilized. His shaft rubbed against her full asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her hands firmly against her belly. One of them applied color on Manya's rosy face and kept caressing it continuously. The minute guy was more aggressive as he used both his hands to gain semblance and run them right down Manya's heavy body right from her neck, over her heaving boobs, all over her creamy waist, thighs and even feet. The one caressing Manya's side shifted his pawing to her funfair and full shoulders and the color red covered them too in no sentence, including her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the time, in half joy. Deen continued to learn in shock as the four intruders pawed and mauled his luscious mother all over under the guise of gloss. The one behind her, Salman was having a bailiwick day, digging his tool and glower trunk right into Manya's wide and overweight backside and also bending over her look to look down so that she didn't free her implements of war. Not that Manya tried hard. Deen could also see that his squealing mother was enjoying this flak. Her entire impedance appeared half hearted. The youthfulness applying color on Manya's front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full minute, giving him direct gropes of her full knocker over her braless blouse. Manya's mammilla shot to erection and the twofold pressure of the pinhead mauling and the shaft impact on her rear station baseless waves of luxuria all over the body which was so well fucked just a few hours ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands justify. Nor did he call in his pecker from ramming into her ass every clock time it wriggled during her movements. His cheek was over Manya's cervix and Deen could cuss that he saw Salman kiss his shaking female parent's lovely neck, not once but many times. With his Mom's breasts being squeezed on and off and her middle getting pawed strongly, those few minutes seemed like a knock-down dream for Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting extra secure with his squeezing and suddenly all the natural action caused the top half of her sheer sari to fall off. There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother, getting felt and pressed in a State Department of trailer truck nudeness displaying her chest and belly to four horny spring chicken who looked like they had been waiting for such a moment to swoop on their wet dream aunt. When the saree fell off to reveal her chest almost fully through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in front end took a daring gradation. He dipped his helping hand in wet colouring and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering breasts, fully caressing their cups and squeezing them in short salvo so that it didn't look deliberate and prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her defenseless and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her mind blew a safety fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman ram into her from fundament and even felt his hot breath and wet kisses around her neck and earlobes. She let the early guy give birth his bit with her bosom and belly, letting them squeeze and maul the creamy curved shape. In that state of delirium she didn't even notice the tone of wound up shock on her son's face. She had almost turned limp when the live younker who was standing with a pailful of water supply poured it right over Manya's drumhead, drenching her from header to toe. It was a visual modality so aphrodisiacal and wildly sensuous for all, that five of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks to gape and admire the right-down sexuality of this beautiful woman. Fully wet, she looked like a lustfulness goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and dripping in a manner which revealed the curves and sarcoid spots of her body in full glory. If it wasn't for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen thought that it could have been labeled as the molestation of the century, especially since this was conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened the threshold deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the idealistic opportunity. It all took two minutes but the effect on Deen was a lifelong source of dork off material. He was itching to run into the john for it but decided to wait until his sexy female parent at to the lowest degree set her saree. She did so, but only after waving them all skilful bye in her wet and exposed resplendence. Again Deen could depone that Salman had managed a fast kiss on her mouth before he left .