Chapter 10

The adulterous wife stirred gently, her naked lower body pressed against her young lover's, in a sideways embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her full body by people of all ages had carried her lust to a summit when she was sprawled wet on the ground before her sons, writhing more out of horniness than any need to escape their drenching of her voluptuous body. She opened her eyes and looked into Prem's eyes, unaware that her son Deen was in the background, unobserved but watching every movement of theirs. Manya looked into Prem's deep eyes and a wave of gratitude flooded her insides. He was her knight in shining armour who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his dick still inside her drenched cunt and while stirring noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at this discovery of his youthfulness and kissed him softly on his eyes, licking some of the beads of sweat, her hands holding his head, while she felt him doing the same to her face. Prem licked Manya all over her face, his lips dabbing at her cheeks, neck and eyes, while his hands hugged her juicy body even harder to himself in a strong gesture of take over. Manya was gladdened at this display of warmth and she purred her acceptance by thrusting her lush pelvic region even closer into him, feeling his cock begin a hardening process while her juices began to spread over it. Deen, who had watched his friend give his Mom her hardest ever fuck, took their stirring to be a sign of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the house and return after a while so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn't want to be caught in the house in this situation, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one last look at his mother's luscious asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her face was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the place, leaving the door as it was.

Feeling Prem's dick begin to stab into her pussy, Manya arousal was back into reckoning. She twisted her lower body, as if trying to readjust the positioning, when her head fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully open door. Alarmed but not showing any suddenness in reaction, she relaxed her body against his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature lady's concern, decided to close the door. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his erect dick from her sloppy pussy. The sudden emptiness made the horny Manya sigh and sob but she waited with flaring eyes for him to close the door. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the only piece of garment which she had on. Prem closed the door and turned to the naked, waiting mother. He walked slowly across the room, his hard dick swaying gently, hitting his abdomen with every step. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked, wanton woman on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a sofa and continued to look at Manya, with a twinkle in his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled across the room towards him, her lush body taking five turns to reach him, each turn highlighting her ample asscheeks in the most obscene manner imaginable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her eyes to meet his throbbing dick. Reaching out, she held it by her hand, using its hardness to rise and face him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his friend's mother. Manya kept stroking his cock and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem's dick entered with a swishing sound, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his head lovingly, while he held his hands up to squeeze and mash her juicy breasts in a clockwise motion, occasionally letting his fingers tweak her nipples. Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling into a heaving up and down motion on the hard cock, feeling it poke and reach right upto her belly. His stiffness facilitated great passage for the sexy woman's thrusts and she did so in slow and continuous motions, building up a delicious yet searing rhythm. Her son's best friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in the process helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well orchestrated sex lasted five slow, loving minutes where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their bodies seemed like parts of one entity and looked complete only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurts were long and deep, each spurt being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly shortening burst. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest deep tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off balance, but allowing her to savour the strength, grip and sheer joy of physical bonding with her young lover.

While still seated on him, she gazed into his eyes and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a good friend of his. He looked like a boy with strong interiors and discretion. When he kissed her there was passion, and there was also care. The satiated mother suddenly wondered whether she would feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The thought made her shiver but she realized that there was little to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the lips. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near when Binu would kiss her on the lips. He was aggressive and he was physical. On her part she would stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent growth and send discordant impulses about sexuality. They had to learn about sex the natural way and they had to learn about sexual propriety also the natural way, even if it was a bit delayed and at the cost of her own discomfort. All her life, she never said no to a hug and never refused an advance from decent males. For her sons she believed that the greatest discipline was self discipline. But deep within she felt that she may have to play a role in Deen's realization. He was too silent, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya prayed that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of asking Prem but looking at his big hands on her sweaty breasts and his dick half out of her ravished pussy, she decided that the moment was later.

The time was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the house, leaving Manya naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went naked to the door and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of events. There could not have been a better day for her lush, sex starved body. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before the entire neighbourhood and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny males of all ages throughout a wet morning. Following that, she had been given a weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now Prem completed her day with two of the most robust fucks her needy body had ever been given. The marvellous thing about it all was that none of her ravishers made her feel slutty about the whole thing. She still felt she was in command. "Was the day complete"? she wondered with a grin. It was only two in the afternoon.

Expecting her son Deen any minute and Binu a little later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped them for wash finally and with a sigh, examined her nude body in the mirror. Her luscious breasts hung like ripe fruits on her broad, fair chest and as she moved her hands over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive waist and belly. Her fingers stopped at her belly button. For a second she dug into it gently as if to ascertain and discover what was it that made her son Binu so enamoured by it. The moment her finger stroked inside its depths, she felt a moistening in her loins and a throb right down from her lower abdomen. She could feel her pussy come alive and the impulses almost carried upto her navel. She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for further probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a pussy to her, displaying the same wanton openness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to explore, she thought with a sense of surprise, but not with any alarm. She was never alarmed by someone wanting her ripe body.

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

"Mom, I brought lunch for all of us, since it was getting late", announced Deen.

Manya gushed fondly at his thoughfulness and instinctively reached out to caress his face with her right hand.

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

Deen felt the sharpness of the odour from his mother's hand and inhaled, confused over its source. "Your hand smells funny Mom, what's it?", he asked, entering the room and placing the bags on the dining table.

Getting a start, Manya fumbled for a minute before replying "Oh, it was the soap I was trying to get open for washing clothes when you rang the bell".

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

Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly ate for the next ten minutes, not at all surprised at how hungry they were.There was no mention about the doctor Deen had left the house to call. On finishing, Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and rose to wash her hands. Deen watched her movements with interest, particularly observing her huge asscheeks jutting out at the base of her hips and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the exposed area from her knees to her bare feet served a horny reminder of the day's events and the high octane action his mother's lush body had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trousers as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a surprised attention when she said "I'm going to bathe Deen and I'll call you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need help to get the color fully off".

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

Manya turned on the shower and for the first time since the previous day, began to enjoy a full fledged bath. She felt the water cascade over her bountiful breasts and flow teasingly all over her body, lots of it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her passions and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her well ravished, glowing form and for a full ten minutes she revelled in the twin pleasures offered by the strong shower and her own rubbing. She couldn't say that she missed having a bath with all the merciless dunking she received that morning, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy body. The bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her face with a naughty smile and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't reach it to wash the colour away.

"Deen could you please come and help me", she called out through the half open door. She had left the door open for Deen to come in later, but was herself naked during her luxurious bath. Deen was ogling his mother's nakedly glorious body through the vertical slit at the corner of the door and the moment she called out, he entered just in time to see her wrap her towel around her waist and turn her back towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya's wide wet back with the soft flesh around her flaring waist. She had tied the towel almost at the beginning of her asscrack. Her back was red from all the colour, except in small patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soaped hands to touch her at the waist, his hands getting drawn to the sexy folds on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her back. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him hold her by her naked waist for a while, before whispering "My back Deen. Remove all the red from it".

Nodding with a flush, he moved his hands, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like full breasts. Manya had her hands across her chest and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain reddish areas where the colour didn't come off easily. Manya didn't feel anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's lush back that his hands got slower and slower and his breathing heavier. The sexy mother felt her son's breath on her naked, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool him. She quickly turned on the shower and the spray of cool water wet both mother and son as they stood within a foot of each other, Deen holding his Mom's back, unable to hold his erection. He was drenched too within no time and heard his mother's full laughter.

"How's the reward for your efficient work?" she laughed, still with her back to him.

Deen forced a laugh onto himself and asked his Mom to now dry up so that he could take his bath and remove the colour from his body. Manya gallantly offered to return the favour and do her son's back. With a sense of glee, Deen stripped off his shirt and presented his back to his Mom. With the shower still running, Manya soaped her hands into a rich lather and started rubbing her son's slender back, totally naked at the top. Deen had his back to his semi nude mother as she continued to treat his back to a half rub and half caress. Her sizable breasts swayed with the effort and on several occasions Deen could feel them getting pressed lightly onto his back. He shuddered at the impact and his dick felt that it would burst right out of his pants. He couldn't see his mother's breasts but could feel their ripeness pressing into him now and then. Manya realised it too but only after her basic endeavour of cleaning her son's back was completed. She stood right behind him while the colour was cleaned right off his back by the pouring water and telling him to remain with his back to her, left the room in her wet towel and closed the bathroom door with a slightly thumping heart. She wondered whether she had done the right thing by bathing her son topless. She gave up wondering since it was too late to wonder. Deen however, was soaping his dick, trying to clean off the massive load of sperm he had shot off within a minute of his Mom's departure from the bath. The electric proximity of her juicy, naked body was too much for his dick.Slowly Deen completed bathing and after drying himself thoroughly, stepped out of his Mom's bathroom and announced that he was going to his room.