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For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life out his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from his crotch. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her breasts sucked and crushed by his younger brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her naked, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an orgasm in obscene horniness. The last lingering image of his juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heaving, voluptuous, fully exposed body being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling breasts, wet face, glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her crotch, flashed in a quick sequence before his wild eyes at the climax of every frig. With the final image of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely disturbed sleep. He was sure there would be a time when she would manage to talk to her Dad on the phone while some man fucked her brains out doggie style. He only hoped he would be able to watch her.

Manya felt the last burst of her orgasm leave her body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her bosom and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a shock as to how exposed she was. Her entire front was open right down to her bush and the saree was bundled up around her pussy, leaving everything below open and bare from her fleshy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt she looked quite vulgar lying like this next to her son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit damp from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of her full breasts still retained his squeeze pressure and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her lush body around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya’s eyes drifted to her pelvic area and the mess startled her. Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her little son began to sink into the voluptuous mother and wife. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial rights on almost every inch of her generous body and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to rebuff him.

“The greatest discipline was self discipline”, she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his normal urges. Manya knew that such urges were normal in boys and that it was dangerous to rebuff them because of the possible psychological repercussions on them. Moreover she was sure that he would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As a mother she had deep love for her sons and was sure that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his love, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this phase. And it only made her feel sexier, better and more desirable. There was nothing which turned on Manya more than the knowledge that someone lusted after her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her body. The thought made her a bit concerned about her elder son’s normalcy and she decided to take a closer look at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the excitement of feeling and sucking his mother’s breasts drained him mentally. It was his first encounter with his mother in a bare, physical sense. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle his hair and shifted her body down to settle down beside him. She readjusted her saree to cover her buttocks and thighs and slept with her back to her son. She tried hard to sleep but remained a few steps short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu’s hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her naked waist as it always did, towards her navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her hips and rested there. Manya could directly feel the impact of his dick against her full and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu’s hand moved in and out of her navel in a slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself at her son’s loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable impulses in her navel to take over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her butt. Its heat and hardness permeated through his shorts and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock against her heated asscheeks, but the aroused mother was sure that her ass heat was interacting with his young dick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further when she felt his dick throb intensifies wildly. In astonishment she felt her son’s cock pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or thrust from his side. She realized he was dreaming about the ample body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The throbbing against her ass continued like an automatic motor. Her dreaming son’s cock was beating against the object of his dreams, making the subject of his lusty dream quiver and squirm against it. Manya stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressure on them. The spasms were followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened the rear of her saree. With a shock the sexy mother realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to feel the waves of release ebb out. For five minutes after feeling the last weak throb, Manya remained in that posture to allow her son’s body to regain blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached behind and felt the saree around her ass, taking care not to disturb his leg over her naked hips. She realized that her saree rode up to the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son’s cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the sexy woman smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and son.

Manya again woke up a little earlier than normal. The advantage of a well fucked body was that sleep enters quick and deep. It also leaves the body quickly once the required rest is obtained. The impending sunrise moments were also moments for horniness to dawn on the beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her hips, the knot having got unfastened. She was stark naked on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast asleep, now with his back to her. A quick recap of the previous night’s events crossed her mind. The lovely mother felt herself loaded once again with compassion and love for her son. On impulse, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his sleep to face her. His eyes were still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering surge 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 last time she would be hugging her son as a little innocent boy. She wanted to feel and savour the moment. She hugged his boyish face into her naked, full breasts, allowing their softness to smother his face. She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him against her breasts for two full minutes. 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. Life was shifting gears and she felt deliciously wicked.

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

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

When she entered the park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana. She had brought her black Alsatian dog for a walk. Manya knew that Sam and Sana were avid dog lovers and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana sitting on a bench, holding on to her dog’s leash, Manya heaved her sexy body across to her side, feeling many eyes on her exposed waist and upper hips. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their small talk, Sana pointed to her dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to mate him soon so that they could generate a lot of puppies for a whole lot of friends who had asked. Manya looked at the friendly 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 lick Sana on her neck and face. 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 shake hands. Manya bent slightly from the bench to shake hands. She found Tiger cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya’s face. Though not used to dogs, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful face with his long wet tongue. The eager dog licked the beautiful mother’s face, thrilled at her willing offer. He ran his tongue all over cheeks, forehead, neck, and nose and swept it in one long stroke over her full lips. Manya recoiled for a second, feeling a stir. Seeing Sana laugh, she continued to let Tiger lavish his tongue all over her face. Her face was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn’t seem to want to stop.

“Aunt Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn’t lick my face that long”, said Sana. Sana again felt a wee bit jealous that like her boyfriend Sam, even her dog seemed to prefer the voluptuous wife over her 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 doggie aroma. It was a bit strong and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a while longer and decided that she had to get back home. She held Sana’s hand to say farewell and bent to shake hands with Tiger as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders, revealing a huge cleavage right in front of the dog’s eyes. Tiger wasted no time in giving a sharp lick right in the center of the juicy woman’s cleavage. The voluptuous mother was shocked at the act and felt a sharp bolt of an indescribable feeling in her. Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.

But Tiger’s paws were close to her feet and as she took a step, the dog also moved to stop her. In the process, his paw fell on the bottom of her saree, causing Manya to trip over. The well stacked housewife fell flat on her back with the saree getting swept aside from her front. Tiger saw a fleshy target in his new friend and he pounced onto the lush woman, licking at her exposed navel. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping tongue, sending an electric current right through Manya’s horny body. Sana simply stared for a moment at the lewdly exciting sight before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juices out of Manya’s spread out belly. His tongue covered every exposed inch of her huge midriff and Sana gaped at the full bodied wife as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to stop the beast. Tiger delved into her navel several times and his tongue sent shivers all over Manya’s rippling body. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana pull back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and looked around. About ten people were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

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

The man didn’t look like a regular in the area. But Manya was too helpless to react angrily. She literally ran her way home, her eyes moist with shame. Only after reaching her kitchen door did she stop to relax. Panting, she slowly started to regain her breath. The behavior of the dog outraged the wife, but she realized she felt different. Suddenly she moved her hands to her pussy and felt it through the saree. She was wet.

Her mind worked in all directions trying to understand her state. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt aroused. She felt like a bitch in heat. A real bitch. Somebody else also understood that she was in heat. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few days to get his hands on the horny wife, was keeping guard by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering woman and sensed that she needed cock. Unable to believe his luck, he held her strongly by her shoulders. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to find the milkman. She allowed him to rest her on the threshold of the kitchen door. She remained silent and shaking as he stripped her saree and petticoat right off her ass. The young stud repositioned his favorite housewife in the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to give her what she loved most. Feeling his strong dick ravaging her cunt doggie style, Manya felt like a true bitch at that moment. The thought sent ripples of pleasure all over her body as much as his steely dick did. Her mind went to the bitch that Tiger would mate to give rise to tens of puppies. For a fleeting second she placed herself in the place of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppies. Her fertile pussy gushed out juices strongly to meet the milkman’s own spurting cock. It was a mind blowing, delirious first fuck. The exhausted woman rested her ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the young milkman. No words were exchanged for a few minutes. She watched with the same smile as he pushed up his pants and left her presence. It was a purely functional, purpose serving fucking, and the adulterous Manya loved such fucking.

The time was still fifteen minutes to seven am. Manya had another half an hour at least before her sons awoke. She felt fresh now and memories of the dog’s assault on her flesh were pushed back into her mind. Her saree was still off her body. Her ass was still naked on the doorstep. The licentious wife decided to get inside when she saw Sam appear from nowhere carrying an envelope. He pulled out all the Polaroid snaps that he had taken yesterday and forgotten to hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was naked. Her legs were spread apart in sitting posture and she looked remarkably comfortable in that awkward pose. Manya didn’t feel the need to cover herself before Sam of all the people. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining table. Sam knelt next to the sexy woman, his elbow on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her pussy close ups. There was no way anybody could guess it was her pussy. Sam had made her pink cunt look like the world’s greatest treasure cove. She admired his ability more than the magnificence of her pussy. However after repeated viewing she felt a warmth surge again in her loins. She gave him a sudden kiss on his lips. Sam responded by kissing her back and held her by her naked hips. His hand rested well below her waist side and he kept squeezing her generous flesh in soft comforting strokes. They looked perfectly matched and at ease with each other, like a husband and wife going through the morning newspaper. That was how the watching Deen felt from the side window.

Deen woke up late and missed his Mom’s early jaunt. But he was bang on time to see her getting banged by the milkman and was surprised at her extra passion. He had no idea regarding the source 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 familiar hand once again find her pussy and that really enhanced her comfort level. She kept looking at the pictures of her lewdly spread cunt, thanking herself that she didn’t wear any ring. It would have revealed her identity from the way in which her fingers were opening up her juicy cunt in the snaps. All along Sam kept fingering her pussy. Even her sighs and moans came by themselves and the couple slowly slid into a reclining posture. Manya rested her head back against the door and spread her thighs wider to give freer access to Sam’s cupping hand. He manipulated her pussy without stopping. Manya’s bladder was full because she hadn’t taken a pee before her morning walk. Now with all the ministrations of her sensitive lover, the pressure began to build up to near uncontrollable 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 pussy. Each strokes of his raised her need to bursting levels. She felt she would pee any moment. But the moment never came. The loaded feeling persisted but the horny wife could not release her urine. The relentless stroking of Sam on her pussy thwarted the flow. Instead her pussy got swollen and wet with super charged desire. She held on sobbing to Sam’s hand, her face wearing an agonized look that was wildly arousing to both Deen and Sam. Sam wasted no further time. He replaced his fingers with his dick, stretching Manya outside the door right on the ground. Deen felt his mother looked obscene all over again, stretched out hornily on the ground, her hips heaving and her pussy swollen with the combined need to piss and get fucked. Sam poked her outer pussy with his finger as if to test the walls. Manya burst out into uncontrollable sobs, 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 degradation. He watched Sam toy with his shameless mother.

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

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

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

The depraved woman could take it no more. She reached up and holding Sam by his dick dragged him right on to her heaving, voluptuous body. She roughly positioned his hard cock right at the entrance of her dripping snatch. She arched her heated hips up and forced an entry for his cock, rotating her hips greedily to allow his meat to sink into her gash. She took his hands and placed them on her heaving breasts and forced him to crush the quivering mounds. Making guttural sounds that shocked both Sam and her son, the wildly aroused mother thrusts her hips upwards, her eyes imploring and pleading with him to commence fucking. Sam felt it would be a sin to hold back any longer. He began rotating his hips and started a slow fucking to feel the insides of her boiling cunt fully. His cock once again familiarized itself with Manya’s beautiful pussy. Deen was now red with jealousy as he saw his mother first being reduced to a shameless wreck and then getting fucked in a long and teasing rhythm. Sam was really giving it to his Mom, treating her like his personal whore.

Manya’s bitchiness was elevated even though Sam took her pussy missionary style. Both the teenagers could see the lust contortioned face of the beautiful woman as her wholesome body got ravished. On a bursting bladder, every stroke of Sam’s dick felt like it was hitting against a water bed. Manya’s horny body bounced and heaved at every thrust in the early hours. Sam pounded with urgency to take the sexy wife to a much needed orgasm. The orgasm washed her insides thoroughly and she felt Sam’s cock spurt at the same time. With a lusty moan, she took out Sam’s cock from her cunt and placed it above her face, taking the full blast on her eyes, nose, lips and cheeks. She licked the fluids wherever her tongue could reach and released his dick only when it turned fully limp. Giving it a kiss with a groan, she fell back on her back again in exhaustion. Deen looked on and on, having ejaculated for the second time during that torrid 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 mountain stream. Sam watched in amazement and wished that he had brought his camera to cap this erotic moment. For a full two minutes, the horny woman let out all the accumulated fluids, clutching her abdomen during the act. She was still spread out on the floor, the pee collecting itself around the inverted V between her thighs. It formed a small puddle. With her beautiful, homely face and well fucked body, Deen felt his mother looked like a true slut. 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 ground gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this look on his favorite model and he kissed her hard on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his mouth and felt him squeeze her cuntlips in one last stroke before departing. It felt nice to be teased and used this way. Her body’s limits were being stretched and she found the exercise thrilling.

A cheerful Manya prepared a grand breakfast for her sons and only one of them knew the reason for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both sons felt happy for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his first semen discharge in his pants. He discussed it with his brother Deen, who told him that it was perfectly natural. Both brothers did not go into further details. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling different. She gave him a couple of hugs more than necessary to reassure him and even placed his hand around her waist when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her breasts to touch the back of his head several times in the course of the meal, with and without reason. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and before leaving for school, gave his trademark squeeze and kiss to his voluptuous mother. He gave her ass an extra hard squeeze and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.

Deen said that the day’s classes were off because of a sports function at school which he didn’t feel like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in wonder. He was a sweet and loving boy but he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his younger brother. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or even converse with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually normal. She remembered suddenly that the boys who were balling her were around Deen’s age or a little older. The thought made her shiver and shift. If she could be a part of Binu’s sexual discovery, then she found no reason why Deen should be left out. She decided to bring him out of his shell that morning.

Fifteen minutes after breakfast, Manya called out,

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

The surprised teenager was caught of guard, but he agreed. He was wearing only his shorts and nothing else as he came out to the living room. His mother had removed her saree and blouse. Wearing a bra and petticoat she stood before him with two towels in hand. Manya began her little game by saying that the oil would make her petticoat damp. She wrapped the shortest towel around her hips and removed the petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her chest. The beautiful mother saw her son staring at her thighs and breasts alternatively. The towel came to about thigh length, exposing her golden, well toned thighs. Her nipples were clearly outlined through the thin cotton towel across her breasts. She presented an air of extreme physical informality. The horny mother noted that the effect was not lost on her son. His young cock tented his shorts already.

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

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

Deen rubbed his palms together and ran them along his mother’s calves and feet first. They felt good and well toned. The shape of his mother’s calves was exquisite and they looked sublimely elegant. They felt elegant too to the worshipful hands of her son. Deen’s hands went past her knees to reach her glorious, fleshy 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 horny woman opened her eyes and nodded at him to go ahead with her thighs. Deen kneaded the flesh of her thighs, allowing the oil to spread and get absorbed. They felt electric and charged. His mother’s thighs felt like pillars of flesh carved out of banana tree trunks. The flesh quivered and carried immense warmth that got hotter with each stroke of his. The hem of the towel was quite high on Manya’s thighs, about three inches from her naked pussy. Deen couldn’t see her pussy lips but his fingers crossed the hem of the towel many times during his vigorous massaging of those sexy thighs. Manya was moaning silently to herself in gradual arousal. She had to take care not to show it, but her body betrayed her. Every time her son’s fingers brushed deeper into her inner thighs, her thighs quivered in response. She kept her eyes closed but her lips trembled enough to tell the tale to Deen that his mother was turning horny. He had no option but to massage her. He continued his teasing touch, using both fingers and palm to administer some strong groping touches on her inner regions. He was getting perilously close to her pussy. His dick was hard at the very beginning and now it was threatening to burst out of his shorts. Swiftly he moved his oiling to his mother’s belly.

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

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

Deen took one look at his mother. Her entire back was exposed right up to her butt crack. The towel came up to the end of her asscheeks and if he ran his hand to massage, he was sure he would be forced to touch her pussy. He could see the sides of her full breasts as they pressed against the floor. Her hands were outstretched. He got working on her back, feeling the expanse and softness. His mother had a very luscious body. He felt he was lucky to be able to service her in this manner. He gripped her back firmly and oiled her all over. His hands also constantly touched the sides of her breasts whenever he tried to massage her sides. He lovingly reached into her armpits and stroked them, eliciting a wild moan from his horny mother. There was perfect knowledge between mother and son that both were turned on. The sexual tension was palpable.

Deen ran his hands on the back of her thighs and in the process got to squeeze and knead them thoroughly. His sexy mother, from the back was as good as nude, except for the thin towel covering her ass. And the cheeks of her full ass were all it covered. The rest of her creamy body was all his for squeezing. At one stage Deen had to sit at the base of her asscheeks in order to be able to massage her back properly. When he did so, his dick came into direct contact with the absolute base 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 lower ass bringing his cock into periodic contact with her pussy entrance. It was a searingly arousing contact both for Deen and his horny mother. Manya was feeling the scorching arousal but managed not to show it because her face was down on the floor. Deen noticed his mother’s asscheeks wiggle and realized that she was fully in heat. He slowly reduced the pressure of his massaging which in turn reduced the pressure of his dick on her outer pussy. Manya was mad with lust. She groaned inwardly and felt that if Deen was not wearing shorts his cock would have been inside her hot pussy by now. She wiggled her ass involuntarily, not caring about the effect on her young son. She didn’t care if he fucked her. She realized that he was normal after all and that pleased her.

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

Manya got up slowly with a mixed sense of disappointment and relief on her features. She was happy 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 motherly happiness. All in all she was neutral to what happened with Deen. As she rose her towel fell off her chest. Manya didn’t bother to adjust it. Suddenly from the corner of her eye she spotted Deen peeping on her from his bedroom window. She could see him transfixed to the spot, his eyes on her. With a start she understood the situation. Her elder son loved to watch her. He was more of a voyeur. She let the towel remain down and kept her breasts exposed. She turned her back to Deen and walked towards her room with a deliberate, sensual sway of her hips. The towel was almost falling off her full hips by the time she reached her bedroom door. Suddenly Manya turned around at the door, giving Deen an unhindered view of her full breasts. Their ripeness was further heightened by the oil which was at their base and sides. They jiggled sexily at her sudden turn, making Deen’s eyes pop out. He had seen his mother’s breasts in all kinds of hands and in different stages of mauling. But now, her exclusive display was special and turned him on like never before. Further he could see that her towel was almost about to fall off her hips. It was well below her bush and it required a simple jerk for it to fall off.

Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to fall off her lush hips exposing herself in all her glory to her son. Her rich fertile bush, her fleshy thighs, her magnificent creamy midriff, her well endowed bust, her erect nipples and her horny face were all out in display for the exclusive eye of her loving son. It was an awesome flood of lust that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the same time. She felt a deep release 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 bedroom and bath. Deen saw her nude, full asscheeks wiggle out of sight.

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

“Could it be,” he wondered with a 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 dick was about to signal a burst. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just that. His voluptuous, horny Mom was doing the same with her swollen pussy, in the privacy of her bathroom.

Chapter 17

Anya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, and two fingers deep in her drenched pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was long and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fires within her which were wild, different and more powerful than ever before. The flood of juices in her loins had an uncontrollable rush about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she reached up and turned on the shower. The steady downpour hit her with a stroking force on her breasts, hips, bush and thighs. For a full ten minutes the horny mother let her body take in the cool shower before getting down to the serious business of cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curves, she shivered in the memory of her son Deen’s hands on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her – on her belly, hips and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his young dick on them through the thin towel.

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

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

In the other room, Deen ranted about as he neared his third ejaculation. His entire bed sheet was smeared with cum. In the course of three jerk offs, he had visualized his mother’s horny body in all possible situations of ravishment, use and abuse. She had screamed and cried in his imagination as cock after cock ploughed into her greedy pussy and hand after hand mauled her well stacked body. His final image of his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched woman, sprawled naked on the floor, her face coated with sperm and her sexy body heaving about wantonly in the final stages of orgasm. Even after ejaculation he could still feel the remnants of the touch of Manya’s fleshy, heated body in his palms.

The doorbell rang fifteen minutes later and Deen ran to open it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul, Manya’s sixty year old 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 eyes turning towards his mother’s bedroom.

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

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

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

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

Manya stirred at the soft impact. But her eyes were still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely face, proud of her beauty. Instinctively he kissed his mother again on her eyes and trailed his lips down to her cheek. “Mom,” he said again in the softest of whispers. Manya opened her eyes slowly and saw Binu’s eager face about to kiss her cheek. “Hmmmm”, she said as she let him kiss her. Her hand which was around her pussy began its own slow movement in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very slowly moved his lips down to her lips for their customary peck. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to meet her son’s lips. Binu accepted her offering eagerly. Mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her tongue into Binu’s mouth in a tentative exploration. It was the first time that they had an exploratory kiss. Binu felt his body turn hot and Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose higher to complete the kiss in comfort. In the process, 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 breast. He had established his right to suck and caress her breasts when exposed and he utilized this opportunity. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her right breast. Manya kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed, her hand delving into her moist pussy under the covers. Even as her arousal 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 excellent kisser. The twin pressures were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist, began to gain in heat. She realized the need to regain some motherly sanity. She removed her wet lips from her son’s mouth and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom’s eyes, continuing his breast caress for another ten seconds.

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

Manya was stunned at this announcement by her son, coming as it did after he had kissed and given her a thorough feel 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. Tell them to sit down”.

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

The dressing up was quick since Manya simply slipped into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten years now. He was almost a saintly old man. Manya felt very comfortable with him. It was when she entered the living area that both Deen and Manya got a shock. Deen because of his Mom’s scanty attire and Manya because she hadn’t expected Abdul to come with his son. But she continued in her attire because they had to take her measurements in any case. Three male eyes looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained breasts swaying sexily with each step. 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 busy for at least another half hour.

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

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

The old tailor then gave the tape to his understudy son for taking the petticoat measurements. Deen was startled. Manya herself didn’t expect it but was indifferent to the change. Kneeling down to 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 a very stimulating and wild act. He kept clutching his aching dick and peeped on as the boy circled the tape around his Mom’s luscious waist above the belly button.

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

The horny wife felt the boy’s hands pressing into her fleshy lower abdomen for a few seconds as he read out her final measurement. She gasped and that made the youngster look 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 body betrayed her arousal. The father and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother’s body as her watching, randy son jerked off for the fourth 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 mother, 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 waist all the way to the table.

The three of them finished a good meal. While Binu was eager to run out for his cricket his brother and mother were horny and restless. Manya was horny because of the immense stimulation caused by Deen’s massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt great in the company of her sons, closer and more secure than ever before. She was also confident that every act of theirs was out of pure love. Even the lust was love driven. Being a love starved woman with a sex starved body, this attention from her sons made her glad. It also made her extremely horny. All the kissing and pawing by Binu stirred up her juices and left her craving for the real act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his mother was feeling horny. It showed in her body language. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him to visualize the itchy pussy nestled between those glorious thighs. He noticed light beads of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eyes showed a distracted look. Deen realized a stage had come where he communicated with her bodily needs very directly. He could sense when she needed a fucking just as surely as he could sense when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a good fucking.

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

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the house with his brother. He knew he was doing something for his Mom’s sake. It made him happy. The appointed time was six in the evening and he had an hour and a half to pass. The brothers left in different directions.

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his favorite bookseller’s shop. It was his favorite hunting place for his sleaze collection. Literature, pictures, and cassettes – the place had it all and the owner was a friendly, portly middle aged man. Deen walked into the shop which was full of racks of books and magazines. The cassettes were all lined up against the wall. But Deen began looking into the book racks. There were four of them and a passage separated each one from the other. A person on this side of the rack could not see the one on the other side. While Deen started looking into the incest collection, he suddenly heard a soft discussion from the other side and stiffened when he heard the name ‘Manya’. He strained his ears to catch the voices and recognized them as Salman’s and Sam’s. With a quickening pulse, Deen heard on.

“You mean your Doberman went for Aunt Manya’s pussy that morning,” came Salman’s exclamation.

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

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

“Wow, I’m not surprised. She’s hot way beyond normal. And she loves having her pussy eaten”, said Sam.

“You did that?” enquired Salman.

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

“She’s wild Sam. She loves it when I take her like a bitch, on all fours. But next time I’m going to dip my face into her juicy snatch first”.

“Do that and she’s your slut forever”.

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

“Oh, she’ll take us both easy. You first thrust into her mouth while I lick her into readiness. Then we switch.”

“Mmmmmm,” mumbled Salman hornily. You might as well bring your Doberman along to lick her clean when we’re through with her”.

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

“What! Exclaimed Salman. “You mean it will… ”

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

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

“You bet. And Sana told me that your Alsatian gave Aunt Manya a long and thorough licking all over her face and belly”.

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

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

“If necessary, i’ll offer to take her for a morning walk tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would make its advances,” he thought to himself. His mind went back to his horny mother and he wondered what was happening in the house.

What was happening in the house was totally in tune with Deen’s expectations. The moment the horny Manya opened the door to let Prem in; the youngster immediately understood her state. There was no word exchanged for the next fifteen minutes. They rushed into the nearest room which was Deen’s bedroom and the two hot bodies entwined and mated with animal hunger and energy. Manya moaned without a break as the youngster’s hands mauled her hips, breasts, stomach and thighs with a continuity that raised her heated body to stunning levels of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each other like perfect body mates. Manya lifted her long legs and wrapped them around Prem’s hips as he pumped hotly in and out of her boiling, adulterous pussy. Each time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiable but her sexual desire was on a rising curve. The beautiful mother was turning into demons that could die for cock. Prem rammed his dick into her greedy cunt and Manya’s clasping cunt muscles propelled him into initiating sharp violent thrusts which made the voluptuous housewife’s body shake. Her breasts 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 hell out of Manya’s steaming hot, dripping cunt. The accumulated horniness of the sex starved wife found violent expression as her hips rose in rhythm to Prem’s ramming organ. She clawed his back and urged him, “Fuck me Prem. Fuck me hard and deep. Aaaaaaaahh….” her voice trailed as Prem proceeded to give her pussy an absolute fucking. Manya gasped with each strong stroke and moaned with each full squeeze of her tits. Her body had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her younger lover sweated profusely and the sweat flew from Prem’s hair to spray her face. Manya’s face assumed contorted expressions of surcharged lust. She was being balled by her favorite lover and she gave herself in completely to his strong hands and stronger dick. Her insides were being ravaged with savage consistency. The walls of her pussy were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into pulp by Prem’s cannon like thrusts. She was gradually reaching yet another mind blowing cock induced orgasm. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her breasts getting crushed against his chest, while her teeth dug into his neck. Prem held his friend’s horny mother by her ample hips as she clung to him and rammed his final thrusts before spurting out hotly into her receptive cunt. Their mutual orgasm lasted a full two minutes. Manya’s fertile pussy was flooded with innumerable spurts of her young lover’s potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to release him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like love tunnel.

Manya loved the feeling and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her head and kissed him on the lips, long and deep. She used her entire mouth on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful mother’s mouth. Their mouths and tongues remained locked for a full five minutes, during which time they slurped and slurped on each other’s juices. Occasional gasps and murmurs escaped the mouth of the lusty housewife as she succeeded in keeping her young lover’s dick firmly lodged in her freshly fucked 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 eyes. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness on her face had vanished and was replaced by a lovely glow in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her eyes. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day’s much needed first orgasm. They remained in that position for another five minutes. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual bout was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his bedroom window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a violent, jerking, masturbating witness.

Deen looked on as his mother and best friend remained entwined. His mother’s thighs were spread and still wrapped around Prem’s hips. Their abdomens were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya’s naked, sweaty tits. Manya’s feet pressed into Prem’s naked buttocks. Their faces were a little apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya’s beautiful face around her cheeks, ear and nose, occasionally tracing lines around her eyes. Manya’s heart was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again. She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly chest fully crush her full breasts. She felt very close to him. He seemed to love and care for her. Her thoughts went to the fact that he was Deen’s age. It thrilled her to realize that boys her son’s age found her so desirable. She smiled happily to herself and her thoughts suddenly turned towards the one aspect that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she’d ask Prem.

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

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

The act made Manya’s body stir warmly. His dick was still buried in her soaked pussy, at about three quarters of its full length. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband’s organ. Readjusting her hips to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.

“Prem, I’m a little worried about Deen.” She of course did not know that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his ears and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best friend while having his cock still buried in her pussy.

“Why worry about Deen, Aunt Manya,” asked Prem. “He’s fine”.

“I mean, is he fully fine Prem”?

“Fully fine? What’s that supposed to mean,” asked Prem again, this time nibbling 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 normal. Why do you ask Aunt Manya?”

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

“Now why would he show 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 have known your ability, I’m sorry. Mother’s eye misses nothing,” smiled Prem, slipping his right hand down to squeeze Manya’s hip. “But what have you observed that’s bothering you about Deen.”

Manya squealed a bit and replied “You know he seems passive and very unlike you or any of his other friends. Even Binu is more physical, 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 fingers all over Prem’s hair.

“Ohh!” Said Prem, not knowing what to say. He however kept suckling at Manya’s nipple.

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

“Ok, Aunt Manya,” said Prem in a decisive tone and tried to rise from her body.

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

“Does he masturbate like all healthy boys and discuss girls,” Manya asked, looking into Prem’s eyes. “You are his best friend, tell me”.

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

“Now isn’t that odd or maybe queer”, suggested Manya with a worry line on her forehead.

Prem kissed her forehead and cupped her face in his hands saying,” No guy would need to look at or discuss girls when you are in the house, Aunt Manya”.

Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.

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

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 Aunt Manya, if I was in his place, even I wouldn’t look at another girl. I would never have been able to get enough of you”, said Prem, watching Manya blush again.

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

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

His words sent a wave of thrill into the housewife’s body. She felt her cunt walls try to clasp at his semi erect tool wedged inside her. She felt wild.

“You mean,” she lisped, almost incredulously “you would have made love to me’?

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

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

“Does Mom turn 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 sexiest creature I know,” replied Prem. Both began to play along now.

“What is it that you find sexy about your mother my dear Deen”, asked Manya in a long, sexy drawl. She could feel Prem’s dick hardening in her pussy.

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

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

“Only”?

“No Mom,” your ass, tits, belly, navel everything. You are a wet dream. 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 walls of her cunt in mini thrusts. Her pussy oozed juices and they streamed right out onto her inner thighs. This was the wildest spell of lubrication in her sex life. She felt her head turn heavy and her eyes were glazed all over with lust. She drew Prem into her even closer, her thighs gripping him hotly. She could now almost see Deen’s face in Prem.

“You like fucking me Deen?” she whispered into Prem’s face.

“Yes, Mom,” Prem almost hissed.

“Will you fuck me next time 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 voice. He began a slow motion thrusting into his best friend’ mother, making sure that the tip of his dick caressed her pink pussy walls teasingly.

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

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

Prem could feel her cunt boiling slushily against his dick. It was never as wet in all the times they had fucked. He felt his dick bathed in her over discharged fluids. The turned on housewife was quivering and moaning uncontrollably. He crushed his chest into her full, sweaty breasts. 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 twat in one motion.

“Oooooh, Deen…” Moaned the cock hungry mother, delirious with lust. Her pussy, thighs and hips responded with awakened incestuous vigor. She heaved her hips upwards to met every pistoning thrust of the young stud. She opened and closed the clasp of her fleshy thighs against his hips in a wanton display of extreme arousal.

“Fuck me Deen, fuck me hard dear. Fuck me like you always wanted