Manya: Forbidden Lust 3

Her husband’s disgusting behavior last night had left Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kisses and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the remotest tinge of remorse for having left her high and dry at his boss’ party and now showed absolute callousness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked wife felt that she didn’t deserve his attitude or his attributes. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her naked body as if in reassurance but realized with a smile that the high voltage fucking she had been receiving over the last couple of days were a far greater assurance of her desirability. And the fact that she was able to draw teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous body and leave them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a total flesh magnet who drew men and boys of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of feels and squeezes which her younger son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her body to people rather than the mind and she resigned herself to the fact.

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

The moment Deen left the house, Manya raised her nude body off the bed and went across to shut the door. She was naked in the confidence that she would now be alone in the house. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the sofa and spread one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her hand around the lower abdomen, she clicked the television on and saw some songs being telecast. The horny housewife looked quite obscene in that posture with her pinkish cuntlips being wide open in case there was a viewer. Crusted cum deposits decorated her inner thighs and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two raunchy numbers, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to imagine herself in the hands of the various lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead danseuse in those songs. A tide of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would look on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and strong male dancers. She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. The sexy housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no clothes were within reach.

“Who’s it?” she called out from her lewd position on the sofa. She was relieved to hear a female voice reply. It was Sana, the neighbor’s seventeen year old daughter. She was Salman’s sister.

“I’m coming in a minute”, called out the nude woman as she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a small towel over her chest and went to open the door for Sana, her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the thin towel.

Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman’s body from head to toe. Manya was her idol and Sana’s reason for idolizing her was that all the neighborhood boys, kept talking only about Manya in total lust and awe rather than about younger girls like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Manya’s, he would have a hard time warding off other guys from her. Manya blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sana kept glancing at Manya all through, noting the way her melon like breasts, swung freely, unfettered by any restrictive clothing. She was also perplexed that Manya’s nipples were erect even at this time of the day. She knew little about Manya’s appetite for hard sex and her ever horny disposition. In her eyes she was the good housewife who couldn’t help it if she was blessed with a well stacked, knock out body. They chatted for long, Manya blushing every time the teenager poked her waist to tell her she was very desirable even for women. It was cheerful banter. Suddenly Sana said,

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

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

Manya blushed red on hearing all this from the innocent girl. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in future. Time flew and it was getting closer to lunch time. Suddenly Sana suggested that they should order lunch from their family restaurant. Manya agreed, relieved that she needn’t have to cook. Sana 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 food came Salman and Sam. Both were at the restaurant when Sana called and they decided to bring it themselves. Salman had Manya in mind while Sam had Sana also in mind. When Manya saw the boys arrive, 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 hungry looks towards Manya. After a while, Manya decided to fetch the plates and lay the food on the table. As expected by Manya, Salman offered to help instantly. The moment they went into the kitchen, Salman caught hold of the voluptuous wife by her generous hips and thrust into her saree covered 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 living room, hoping that Sana wouldn’t suddenly decide to help out too. Manya’s hands tried to assemble some plates and dishes together while her pussy tried to fight off the gushing juices from deep within her loins. The young teenager showed great anxiety in his mauling of the well endowed wife’s body from head to toe. His hands covered her clothed form everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his hand right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a strong grip. Manya gasped and let out a light squeal. Her body began to experience the familiar concussions and her breasts 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 dishes. Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sana may like to come with you.”.

“Sure Salman,” said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Manya nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by the two guys. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his time with the beauteous Sana while Salman had the lush and sexy Manya free and horny. The door closed and the floodgates opened for the illicit couple. Standing in the same place, Manya and Salman began a rapid fire fucking with Manya leaning back on the kitchen table. In the last two days the kitchen table was used for anything but food preparation. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his young face as he pumped into her, Manya was all raptures as the young stud’s thrusts drove the blues of her husband’s neglect away. Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounce, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly mash them as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Manya’s lust skyrocketed to great heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheated sex starved body. Five minutes of ceaseless pounding into the lusty housewife’s cunt had Salman spewing out spoonfuls of seed deep inside her womb, hugging her wholesome body ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Manya to be so ravished. His vigor pleased her and his cock still felt hard inside her sodden pussy even after the battering he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue greedily.

Not letting Salman’s cock out of her cunt, Manya shifted the two of them in small leaps towards the bedroom. A surprised Salman understood her intention and let himself hop along with her right onto her bed. The feel of his still erect cock in her cum washed pussy continued to stoke the fires in her belly. She craved for another pounding. A young man always came quickly first. But young cock shot back to erection quickly too. Her ripe body could never be satisfied with a single round of sex. She craved for the next round ravenously. She was a bunny for the second fuck. She was a slave to young cock.

Knowing they had at least another ten minutes the sex charged couple took off on the adulterous mother’s marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent pregnant months with Deen and Binu. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into delicious slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her brains fucked out of her by the neighborhood stud. Again here, he was fucking her doggie style. She was on all fours and he was ramming her juicy cunt from behind. Their combined juices trickled out down her voluptuous thighs to soak the bed sheet fully. The fucking and the soaking continued for the next ten minutes, during which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out on ecstasy without the fear of being heard. She gave full vent to her bursting passion by imploring him to fuck her hard and true.

“Fuck me hard Salman”, she begged. “Fuck my cock starved pussy. Fuck your friend’s horny Mom, ” she wailed, surprising Salman with her wantonness. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs. M could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was adulterous. He literally rammed and rammed his steely cock in and out of her pulsating cunt till the stage came when she was about to cream. He could feel her cunt muscles tighten around his thrusting cock and the milking get more frenzied. His absolute mauling of her heaving breasts reached bigger proportions and finally both of them collapsed in a heap on the creaking 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 release. 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 trousers and said “Let me help you dress Mrs. M”, and went over to tuck her saree into her waist. He squeezed the flesh there in approval, drawing a moan from the well fucked mother. They tidied each other up as best as they could and went into the living room just in time to hear the bell. Sam and Sana entered with flushed looks on their faces. Neither Manya nor Salman asked them any questions and the two couples ate in total silence. It was a full meal and took more than fifteen minutes. Manya felt a little soreness in her pussy and once in a while cupped it with her left hand in the course of her meal. Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his lips. Manya turned red but didn’t think that Sam suspected her of anything. She was red because she felt Sam’s interest create a further ripple in her lower belly.

After the meal, Sana said she had to attend an art class and requested her brother to drop her. She wanted to be free of Sam because of the fear of any doubts in Aunt Manya’s mind about them. Aunt Manya sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state, as Salman led his sister out of the house, agreeing to drop her. He closed the door shut behind him, not looking at Sam.

Sam cast a glance at the silent mother next to him. She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her saree having fallen off from her creamy shoulders. 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 smile but did not stop him. She however said, “I’m tired Sam”.

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

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

“Don’t worry Mrs. M. Just lie down on the sofa. I’ll not hurt you.” Saying this he took the hand of the sexy housewife and made her lie down flat on the sofa. Sam kissed her face all over lovingly and even lapped her sweat beads in a tender show of affection. He kept kissing her for a full five minutes all over her face and lips, holding her full shoulders and then gradually moved his head to bury it in the full mounds on her chest. He bit the nipples though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this time making Manya clutch his head. He spent another five minutes on her breasts, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her full and huge midriff. Manya gasped as his lips found her navel 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 entire territory of her belly and exposed hips, she was a heaving mass of flesh before him. The sexy mother heaved her hips and jerked them towards his face. The very understanding, sensitive painter then raised the horny mother’s saree up to her waist and dipped his head right into the mature woman’s twat. His tongue probed like a paintbrush into her dripping pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud. Manya’s body throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her hands gripped his hair and she pushed his head into her steaming cunt, so that his tongue could go deeper and deeper. Sam obliged the lust aroused older woman, inhaling her musky aroma with a loud sniff, which made her pussy lips dance with delight and passion. Sam led the sore woman out of her soreness with his finesse and expertise. Manya was now spread out lewdly, legs splayed apart invitingly, with ‘Fuck Me’ written in bold letters all over her voluptuous, well used body. She looked pleadingly towards her young lover, her eyes doing the asking.

Sam felt her pussy and it was so soaked and dripping that he felt she could take three dicks. He thrust his hand first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his hand and brought out his hard and eager dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the married woman’s horny cunt, feeling her cunt muscles spring up from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Manya felt her senses leave her as Sam began a slow and steady fucking motion. He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His dick had also got itself out of the first fuck hastiness with Sana earlier and right now he was well poised to give this horny mother a deliciously long fucking. He knew she would love it.

Long, deep and steady came the strokes of his cock in and out of Manya’s pussy. She raised her hips to provide the counter thrusts and he held her hips to support the thrusts. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor. The sedate start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five minutes. Incredibly their fucking continued unabated for another five minutes till Sam felt Manya’s cunt muscles gripping his dick harder and harder until they suddenly released their hold. He gave one final violent thrust into her boiling pussy just then to time his release with hers. Both their releases were noiseless, filled with mutual comfort and understanding. It was the mating of souls.

Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam hard to herself and lavished his face with hot and sweaty kisses for long moments. She lay in his arms for a long time, feeling the passion drain out of her well fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like a true woman. Sam on his part, looked smug and content, watching the half naked mother’s beautiful features which looked better each time they made love. If only she’d agree, she’d make a great and natural model for his brush or camera.

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

Chapter 13

It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya’s ripe body was already pleasured by four young studs, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive lover. Each was a different experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, relaxed sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her sounds but raised her release levels to untouched peaks. The relaxed fucking spread the impulses to all parts of her sexy body making every pore of her skin glow in response. Here, lying bare ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glow, making Sam gaze in continued amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam’s adoring eyes. Then her eyes turned soft and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his hands cupping her radiant face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lust temporarily out of her system was a bit concerned about the time. In about half an hour, her sons would arrive. Her husband would come to collect his bags before leaving for his flight but she could never predict the time of his arrival. But she was sure he would leave soon after his arrival in a tearing hurry. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more time they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big breasts softly. His after sex play was very tender and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet lips 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 lips”, he smiled suggestively, with a glint in his eyes.

Manya blushed beautifully at his wicked line, her hand involuntarily moving to her pussy mound, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must have secreted a bottle full 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 breasts. Their bodies once again exchanged the warmth of perfect physical understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested, “Why don’t we do the honey 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 extra special manner. But she was confused and lost for time. Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of honey. Before the sexy wife could talk, he opened it and poured a few drops right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussy. That made the beautiful woman gasp in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread the honey all over her pussy lips, dragging the sweet liquid deeper to encircle her love bud. The horny housewife’s legs were wrapped around her young lover’s head on the sofa, her hands on his head, with his head buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and naked and his delicious act generated further heat in her body, causing her luscious hips to start a slow grind against his lapping face. Her cunt was a mess with her own juices, his cum and the honey. The resultant taste and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved woman’s body for days together. Her secretion levels were overwhelming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, voluptuous body at his disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the aroused housewife’s quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Manya’s first reaction was panic but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pick up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She donned her petticoat with the honey treated juices dripping from her heated 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, hair uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with perspiration. Sweat had dampened her full cleavage 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 face 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 pore of his full bodied mother and Deen’s dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the rich spread from the restaurant.

In the course of feeding her kids, Manya got back to sanity until Binu suddenly noticed the bottle of honey lying on the living room table and said “Mom do we use honey for any of these things to taste better?”

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

It was just before her sons finished their food that the adulterous mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen door. He did so but not before grabbing the lusty housewife by her waist and giving a long and wet kiss on her full lips. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen door. Hoping that her sons had not heard the kiss, the lusty mother returned to clear the table, while her sons went to change their clothes. She felt sticky all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had slurped away most of the honey and deep 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 mess was too obvious to her kids.

The bath was cleansing more than refreshing for the straying wife and mother. In the course of ten minutes she wiped out every trace of her hot sex sessions that her body could carry. What she could not wipe out was the extra fresh glow on her face which came only from good, fulfilling fucking.

Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi transparent saree and wore it without a petticoat. She also matched it with a white blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her hips and settled at the lowest possible level. It did look like it would fall right off her juicy body any moment. The transparent texture gave ample hints of her trimmed bush and full thighs from the front and her well rounded but firm asscheeks from the rear. With her full bodied charms being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a lust angel in white. Her beautiful face was relegated to the background by her opulent curves protruding fully out of her flimsy saree and tight blouse. Wanting to spend some time with her kids, she walked towards Deen’s room. On the way she heard the bell. She opened the door to see the flower vendor. She gave him his most heavenly sight of the day, her full breasts showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff exposed all the way down to her thick black bush. She saw his eyes focused on the V region between her thighs and crossed them as if to draw his attention. His gaze right into her bush sent a mild pleasure impulse through her body. She allowed him to caress her hand while giving the flowers. Even as the door was open she lifted her hands above her head to secure the flowers in her hair. In doing so the housewife’s entire midriff embedded with that deep and provocative navel was on display to the flower seller. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the lady as much as tripped, her whole saree would come untied, leaving her glorious, fleshy charms open to the world. Manya smiled as she shut the door on him.

The sexy mother entered Deen’s room to find Binu also there. Deen was at his table studying while Binu was on the bed trying to read something. Manya took a book and slipped next to Binu, lying on her stomach. She took one of her favorite romantic novels to read. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her well toned and fair calves. Deen looked at his sexy mother’s form. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white saree and being on her stomach, her curvy waist and hips were totally exposed to their gaze. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about eighty percent of her back bare right up to her asscrack. With flowers in her hair she looked every inch a bride on her wedding night and in that minimal clothing she looked a bride who ached for a fucking. Manya turned around suddenly onto her back while reading. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally swept off her shoulders and the bottom of the saree was now almost midway up her thighs. Manya kept reading, seemingly unaware of the body display she was putting on. Her attire was nothing new before her kids and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her ample thighs. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath 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 body language. He saw Binu also notice their horny mother.

Binu swung into action very soon. He kept his book aside and placed his head on his Mom’s juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not make any sudden move. Binu began his exploratory exercise of his mother’s fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in slow and steady licks. He concentrated on the ticklish and sensitive zone around her deep navel 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 body to higher levels when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both mother and son again settled into their respective pursuits. Manya could feel the tide rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The juices gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was sure that Binu could sniff her arousal aroma. If Binu sniffed it he didn’t show it but his hands now fully encircled his mother’s big hips and drew her lush lower body further into his face. Manya’s midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by her younger son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and ready for fucking from the manner in which she was writhing her hips trying to appear normal. Her horniness carried across the room towards him and when he saw her face, the troubled features starkly reflected the burning lust within her.

Binu brought everyone out of their skins when he moved his head closer to Manya’s bosom and said “Mom, when was the last time I had milk from your breasts”? A stunned Manya looked at her son’s head which was just a few inches from her right breast. Deen felt his cock harden at the sight of his younger brother looking at his Mom’s breast while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her saree top off.

“You were very young then Binu. You cannot drink 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 beginnings of his mother’s lower hips. Binu’s hand was resting on that ridiculously exposed part as he talked.

The sexually troubled mother managed to mutter, “No milk will come out now Binu”. But Manya’s younger son would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering her to allow him to taste her milk in a childish demonstration of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn’t make out from the situation. Suddenly to his utter amazement and wild arousal, he saw his well breasted mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one full boob and thrust it into Binu’s accepting mouth. His cock ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into her younger son’s mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just kept silent as Binu feasted on his mother’s boob while his hands were still placed on her full, exposed hips. Deen adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn’t take his eyes off that wild sight. Binu kept suckling for one full minute, 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 remove her son’s head from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snigger saying that there was no milk and the 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 pose asked her elder son “Do you want to try too?”

A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was hard and his balls were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sense of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her hips upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of her thigh. In a minute she turned and in the same semi naked condition, slept with her back to her son Deen, showing him the full and high cheeked glory of her ass. Binu had left the room after his boob suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the well exposed body of his Mom, a few feet away, bursting all over with curves, the young son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking care not to make any sound. He kept looking at his mother’s massive derrierre and peered to locate 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 first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Manya did not realize what Deen was doing but was lost in her own world of lust after all the attention she got from her son. It did not bother her mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her juices started all over again. Her right hand rested again on her pussy through her transparent saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete strokes since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single movement of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.

After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to take a walk to cool off. Binu had already gone off to his friend’s place. He whispered into his mother’s ear that he would be gone for an hour or so and Manya nodded in her partial slumber. Deen took one look at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and absolute beauty of her face. He also noted that her saree had now gone right past her thighs to just a few inches below her hot pussy. He left the house and locked the door behind him before he burst a blood vessel.

Within minutes after Deen’s leaving the house, Manya heard the front door ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to open it. Desh entered the house in a hurry but paused only for a while to take in his wife’ attire and dreamy look. In that white saree she looked a dream. But the saree looked like it would slip right off her body. He caught her by the hips, surprising Manya. Instead of the fondling and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the folds 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 shoulder, hoping that his planned departure for a week would make him a bit more romantic. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedroom to pack his bags. He took a few minutes and came back again to the living room to give a brief kiss to his stunning wife. Manya limply accepted the kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his trip. Even those gallant attempts she had made to stroke his dick through his trousers did not jerk life into Desh. Life could not have got more frustrating for the lovely wife.

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

Her two sons were happy when their mother suggested that they go to the movies. Manya simply decided to take her mind off all things sexual. The three of them reached the cinema house got their tickets. With Manya in the middle, Binu and Deen escorted their beautiful Mom inside. A bunch of local 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. Inside, while watching the film, both sons held their Mom’s hands from either side possessively. Binu was firmer in his grip and his elbows frequently brushed against the sides of her breasts. Manya relaxed against his elbow after a while, engrossed in the film. Once in a while she felt Binu’s hands on her thighs whenever a funny scene came on screen. He would just squeeze her thigh and remove his hand. Manya became more and more aware of Binu’s hands after that. By the end of the film, Binu had elbowed her tits almost throughout the film and squeezed her inner thighs at least seven to eight times. Deen observed most of this and only kept caressing his hard dick without his Mom’s notice. Manya was confused from all the happenings, but also very wet between her thighs. Her body knew only one way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting copious love juices.

When the film ended they rose to leave. There was a long and winding staircase leading to the outside. Deen fell back a bit while Binu held his mother’s hand and walked down the stairs along with the movie going crowd. There were plenty of guys who were eyeing the ample body of Manya and some of them came right behind her and rubbed their dicks hard and swift against her ass. Manya felt at least five of them grind their dicks into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a couple of strong kneads. Manya didn’t want to create a scene there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked body with her son’s right there. Deen however was observing all the fondling and groping being received by his luscious mother. It drove his dick into overdrive and he stored some of the images for masturbatory reference 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 last anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the situation she put her arms around her two sons and the trio left for home. They had a light dinner on reaching home and decided that it was bedtime. Binu always slept with his mother whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner, Deen could sense his brother’s restlessness and eagerness to wind up his eating. He saw his Mom go to her bedroom for changing.

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

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

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

“Hi”, she greeted in acknowledgement into the phone, her voice sounding quite sexy and husky. Binu was busy licking her navel and she had one hand lightly on his head.

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

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

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

“Same here. I miss you now,” whispered Manya into the phone, pressing her left hand over her breasts 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 right”, enquired Ram on hearing her gasp.

“Yes, I’m OK, dear,” mumbled Manya, now feeling her son’s hands encircle her hips fully while he sucked into her stomach. Her saree had slipped well below her hips now from the top and she could feel Binu’s hand encounter her upper butt and cup the flesh warmly. “Mmmmmm”, she moaned, out of control again.

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

“Same thing is happening to me here”, whispered the horny housewife to her illicit lover while her son’s tongue continued to ravage her lush belly. His chest was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered whether he could feel her wetness. She was indeed dripping now. Her left hand mashed her breasts over her thin blouse and she tweaked her nipples by herself and let out another long moan. Binu took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother.

“Someday we must do it in office, on my desk”, teased Ram. That made Manya’s blood rush and she barely managed a reply trying to battle the impulses of her son’s licking of her navel. His hands were actually now caressing the naked 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 curiosity and craned his ear to listen.

“We will, I’m waiting for it,” whimpered the horny mother into the phone holding her son’s head in total arousal.

“And I want you to come braless to my office,” said Ram. “After fucking on my desk, I want you to 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 like me to cum? Face or mouth?”

“Mouth…”, mumbled the overly aroused wife, her voice breaking away as a flood of juices washed over her insides. This last line did it to her. The searing lust caused by her lover’s lewd talk and her son’s continuous loving worship of her heated body carried her past the final frontier. She clutched her son’s head hard as her juices oozed out of her pussy with a force that wet her saree around her crotch. Binu couldn’t understand why his mother held his head so hard. He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest which was pressed against his Mom’s warm lap. The lap had been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her navel, past the huge belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom’s lovely face bearing a glazed look. She had muttered a good night and tossed the phone away, her face and chest panting. Binu saw his mother’s glorious boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away. He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her crotch and her saree was bunched up around her hips, leaving her thighs fully naked. His cock ached and throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had followed parts of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked,

“Mom, was that Dad on the phone”?

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

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

Chapter 14

he perversely thrilling sight 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 bedroom clutching his cock. He pulled out an old photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that night making sure that he came on his Mom’s face in the picture. His mother’s wantonness flashed vividly across, each time he masturbated. At the end of each ejaculation he couldn’t help wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn’t miss out on any of her adulterous escapades in future.

The oversexed mother, in the meanwhile felt herself sticky and wet both inside and outside. While her gushing juices washed her insides, her younger son’s midriff and navel licking left her sticky all over the middle. She looked down after her release to his head which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer white saree, which was wet around the crotch. Both his hands were around her hips and his right hand was infact cupping her exposed upper butt. For a second she was ashamed of herself for orgasm right when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a wild pleasure. Binu’s nibbling had turned her fires on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram’s call came. His lewd talk was the trigger she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the impulses. Now, after her orgasm, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire thigh region exposed. She could feel her pussy spasm mildly against Binu’s chest and wondered how it would have been in the course of her phone talk and orgasm. The thought made the straying wife shiver. And the shiver brought out some excess lust from her loins. She was still troubled despite her release because she hadn’t been fucked. Her ripe body hadn’t received its fuck sedation. If anything she felt hornier than before.

Manya had gone off to a difficult sleep in the same posture. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his position. His body had drifted away but his head was now right on her crotch. But he was fast asleep with a half smile on his lips. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son’s lips had been the previous night. They seemed to want to simply devour her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Binu realized the effect his squeezing and kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn’t take his acts to be out rightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her body, especially her navel and ass. Gently she lifted her son’s head from her warm and damp 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 half past five. The beautiful housewife went butt naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at least an hour before either of her sons woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the same half nude state. 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 fresh, early morning breeze.

Leaving through the kitchen door, Manya walked into the freshness of the dawn, towards the jogger’s park situated about 100 yards from her house. Her white saree highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her squeeze waist flesh, while the black bra only served to draw sharp attention to her beautifully shaped breasts through the white blouse. Her navel was the instant draw from the front, peering out invitingly through the sheer white saree. Her rear view was irresistible with her heavy buttocks swaying provocatively with each step while her exposed upper hips and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a man’s wet dream. To the secretly following Deen, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.

Manya felt more and more itchy between her 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 loins and her slow body sway suggested that she was indeed in sexual need. 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 exercise. On reaching the park after giving scores of hard on on the way, the frustrated wife sought a slightly secluded spot and sat in meditation posture under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a “Hello Mrs. M, good morning”.

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

“I see that your husband has left you alone to nature,” he said suggestively, not bothering about 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 touch made her loins wet and her already aroused body responded on its own.

“It’s a pity so much of beauty is being wasted. Let me show you the new varieties of roses over there” he pointed towards an even more secluded spot, holding her waist in the same motion, as if to help her.

With a smoothness that surprised even her, the horny housewife rose and allowed herself to be led towards the spot, his warm grip heating her body all over. She blamed it on the early morning horniness, but gave in to the older man’s advances, recollecting his steely grip over her waist, hips and wet ass during the Holi dunking.

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

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

“You mean horny admirers”, 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 thrust it into her unsuspecting hands.

Manya was stunned at the suddenness of his action and the thickness of his dick. Her palm enclosed it well and fully and the steely meat jerked eagerly in her hands. A moan escaped her lips and she began a slow jerking motion. Her body was hot now and her juices began the outward journey down her lush thighs. Salman’s father was a man of little talk and all action, which suited the straying wife well. He placed his voluptuous target on the grass under the tree, ensuring that they were well hidden. Manya allowed his rough, firm hand to handle her body. She lay flat on the ground as she looked up expectantly at him.

In one single motion, he lifted the white saree right over the needy housewife’s fair and creamy thighs and grabbed her juicy twat. Manya gasped and moaned a little too loudly for safety. Her wetness surprised the older man and the heat of her twat only made his lust peak. He bent and thrust his thick cock into her soaked pussy almost immediately. He began the hard pumping, first in quick thrusts, which tapered into gasping slower ones. His hands reached out and gripped her aching breasts, making the flesh quiver. The horny wife writhed under his onslaught and her passion rose, making her hips rise to meet every thrust of her older lover. The squishy sounds of his cock plundering her cunt filled the silent air and even in that state, the horny, adulterous woman hoped that they would not be heard. She did not know however that her own son was peeping and hearing, unseen from a distance, in a state of extreme arousal and excitement.

The older man’s thick cock pistoned in and out of Manya’s receptive pussy. The early morning dew soaked the exposed part of the horny housewife’s waist, back and legs, which was a lot of her wholesome body at that moment. She lay sprawled on the wet grass, reasonably hidden, getting balled by the older man whose son had fucked the daylights out of her ravishing body just the previous day. The open air fucking charged her lusty body into renewed vigor. Manya raised her hips to meet every single thrust of his with a force that surprised the stocky man. The dick clasping power of the cheating wife below him took the morning vigor out of him and in less than five minutes, he was spurting out his semen, mashing her full breasts savagely. The spurt of his cum hit her deep inside and the beautiful woman got her day’s first seed blast in the early hours, when she was lying half naked in the park, obscenely surrendering her lush, horny body to Salman’s father, while many other housewives were taking brisk walks less than twenty meters away.

As the older 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 gather her clothes over her wet thighs. The saree was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The damp saree stuck to the curves of her ass, causing a very arousing crack. From a distance of twenty meters, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously sexy and positively vulgar at that time of the morning, with the birds chirping around her. Her body looked so used and incongruous with the fresh surroundings 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 mother adjust her saree and recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of the park and move towards the tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a brief discussion after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the adulterous woman with Salman. Deen could only view a part 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 pose. He was on his knees, making thrusting movements, prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous mother was on all fours, getting fucked doggie style by the young stud. This searing wantonness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen crazy and he began a long and hard jerking of his dick, watching the facial expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his mother. The passion was too high and he came much earlier than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into the bushes before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the park home, thinking that it would be better to reach before his Mom returned from her early morning escapade. He could distinctly hear Salman call his mother a bitch as he rammed into her pussy from behind. On his return journey he saw many middle aged women walking around, either with their husbands or their dogs, reveling in the morning freshness. He gave one last thought to his own lusty mother who at that time was on all fours, her luscious ass high up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a couple of years older than her son. Sensing another erection he went home, entered through the open kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched unseen, not very far from the kitchen door, waiting for Manya.

Manya’s body was raised deliriously to a breathtaking orgasm by the furious fucking given by Salman’s young cock. Being a bunny for the second fuck, the son’s cock came as a bonus to the sexy wife after the father had pumped and filled her well. Holding her ample hips and squeezing her swaying boobs occasionally the stud spewed his semen into the horny’s wife’s greedy cunt after ten minutes of furious fucking. Manya got her day’s second seed blast from Salman and it was not even half past six in the morning.

Realizing that the park would get more crowded from now on, Manya whispered to Salman that she would leave first, after which he could follow. Salman saw the sexy woman he had just fucked rise and leave slowly. Her clothes were damp and well crumpled. They stuck to her lower 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 full squeeze, making the well fucked wife squeal in half surprise and half joy. Manya walked right back to her house as steadily as she could, not bothering to look at any of the onlookers. It was a safe walk since daylight had begun to break out. In that dirty, damp attire, strutting her well exposed ravished body around could have led to gang rape if it were moonlight instead of morning light. Her walk carried a slow sway, imparting a sexy heave to her hips. She suddenly passed Sam on the way. He was walking his dog, a Doberman. Sam stopped to greet Manya and she smiled back, slowing down but not stopping due to her unusual appearance. Sam’s Doberman growled and made a sudden move towards the housewife’s hips with his nose. He had smelled something that was nice. He smelt a bitch between the well fucked mother’s thighs. Manya drew herself away from Sam and his dog in alarm. Sam quickly held his dog firmly and said “Don’t worry Aunt Manya. I’ll hold him while you go”.

A relieved Manya thanked him and started towards her house. She went around as intended to the kitchen door, only to be held by a pair of strong hands. When she saw the milkman, the well used woman was in no situation to respond. Her sons would be up and about and she had to ready them for school.

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

“When?”, inquired the persistent stud. Manya was amazed at his cockiness. She realized that he felt she was an easy, willing lay. The thought didn’t disturb her, though the expanding range of her admirers 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 stacked chest and hips for one full minute before release. Red in face again, she blushed, entered the kitchen and closed the door.

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

Binu slowly opened his eyes and saw a well rounded cleavage staring into his face from a black bra and white blouse. Looking down further, he saw the fruit of his obsession, his mother’s deep and juicy navel. As he rose, it was right in front of his face. He began with a deep, early morning navel 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 pattern had been set.

Giving him fifteen minutes to be ready for his bath, Manya walked out towards Deen’s room to check on him. Deen heard his Mom coming and rose to greet her. He was fresh except for his bath. Deen had to control another rush of blood into his dick on seeing his mother in a petticoat and blouse again. Her expansive belly bore some scratch marks where the ground had grazed her during those rousing sex sessions. Instinctively he reached out to feel her waist around those marks. Startled, Manya said, “I had slipped in the park during my morning walk Deen. It should be OK by tomorrow.” Deen was happy that she had not lied at least about going to the park.

Like a dutiful mother, Manya prepared breakfast for her two sons over the next half an hour and stepped out of the kitchen only when she heard Binu call out for a bath. In the bathroom, she found both Binu and Deen ready to be bathed, except that Binu was naked while Deen had his briefs on. The half dressed mother got down to bathing her sons, taking only a quick look at Deen’s crotch. He was half erect. And Binu was limp. In the course of the bath she got around to soap Binu’s crotch. The moment her hand encircled his balls, Binu’s dick shot up in two seconds like a serpent raising its hood. Controlling her raging emotions, the horny mother continued to bathe her sons. Binu’s dick remained at full length during the entire course of the bath. Manya forced her eyes off it, only to encounter Deen’s hard on jutting out through his briefs. Both brothers were trying to maintain normalcy, though Deen’s task was tougher. He watched painfully erect while his Mom stroked his brother’s cock, in the act of trying to rinse the soap away. He did not wonder too hard why it took one full minute to rinse it away. And now he also found it normal to see his naked brother fiddling with his mother’s exposed navel very often during the session. The sexy mother ended the bath and put the shower off. Deen felt his mother’s fingers graze against his cock in a very light squeeze, but decided that it was by accident. Ushering them out of the bath, Manya began her bath, rinsing and cleansing herself of the morning’s adulterous traces. She felt her pussy lips puffed up while soaping and a small tingle ran up her spine as she soaped her erect nipples. The pressure of the mauling given by the horny father and son still lingered on her breasts and the hot feel of her son’s erect cock lingered on her dainty fingers. Her pussy felt warm and she was anything but satiated. Something always seemed to happen after the hardest of fucks 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.

Feeling 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 thighs 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 decide on clothes, she slipped on a white petticoat and a black blouse. As usual, she tied the petticoat five inches below her belly button and kept the top two buttons of her low cut blouse undone. This was as good as her standard attire whenever hubby was away. She felt free and comfortable and didn’t have to change unless she had to go out. She went to the dining area towards two hard dicks, one of which went with a pair of eager hands. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the sides and poking her navel at least five times during the meal. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her younger son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his hair. But it was not fun and games for her pussy. A slow fire had started.

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

“Who’s it?’ called out the horny wife, softly.

“It’s me Sam,” came the reply, much to the sexy mother’s joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the door, only to withdraw her hand from her mound with a start. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for her appearance 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 make out her pert nipples poking right out of the blouse and through the saree. Sana felt out rightly jealous of the voluptuous older woman. She looked a bundle of sexual energy and radiated ‘fuckability’, unlike herself. With such thoughts in her mind, she opened a small envelope a