Chapter 11

The explosive fucking of his mother which he had just peeped on, sent a flood of waves all over Deen's body and he could feel his blood gushing straight into his groin, threatening to blow up his dick with its force. It was his mother again, taking it in bitch mode from behind, at scorching speed and adulterous abandon with his father lying senseless right in the bedroom. He watched his father's boss empty his balls into his panting mother's pussy from behind and rise, lifting her with him, his hands fully around her voluptuous hips. As they rose, Manya's saree dropped down to cover her completely. Ram's wet cock pressed against her asscheeks over the saree, forming a telltale spot right on the center of her juicy bum, as he carried on a soft caress of Manya's lush body from behind, his lips kissing her neck and back continuously. Knowing that they would be out any minute, Deen ran out of the room and hid behind the door, waiting for the right moment to enter.

He saw his Mom and Ram come out of the bathroom, still clinging to each other, Ram holding her by the belly and gently squeezing her flesh as they assessed Desh's condition. Manya's saree was still off her shoulder and Deen heard Ram speak as he kept squeezing Manya's hips and waist, while his sexy mother purred indulgently.

"I think he had better sleep here tonight. He can drive back in the morning when he's OK. I hope Deen and you can get back safely,"said the considerate host as he kissed his colleague's voluptuous wife.

"Yes that would be very nice, thank you," said the voluptuous wife, giggling slightly when Ram's fingers probed her full and exposed navel. Ram looked like he could never get enough of Manya and her wholesome body. Manya glowed and gushed in his hands and despite the situation, Deen felt she looked happy. His blood flow got diverted from dick to heart as he felt overwhelming empathy for his under loved Mom. He moved away into the living room, now expecting the licentious couple to re enter. Some of the guests had left and the rest were about to leave, in various states of drunkenness. None were in a condition to suspect Ram and Manya when they came back from their hectic encounter. Only Deen looked on and waited to take his Mom home. He saw his mother and his father's boss exchange one last meaningful look as Manya headed towards her son and the waiting cab.

The cab driver took in an eyeful of Manya's full, generously exposed, fair body as she stepped in through the open door held by her son. A good bit of cleavage and a vast portion of her midriff greeted his lusty eyes as she settled into the cab with a worried, gloomy look in her eyes. Deen sat next to his mother in the rear and felt his mother recline against him for support. The evening's events were not particularly cheerful for the housewife. She didn't like seeing her husband make an ass of himself, leaving her open and vulnerable. Though she loved getting fucked by Ram, she didn't like the quality of the circumstances which led to the fucking. She felt that she gave in more out of the vulnerability due to her husband's condition. She had lost the exploited feeling while getting fucked but now some of the hurt surfaced again to bring a burst of tears into her beautiful eyes. Deen, who could read his mother's mind easily now, put his arm around her comfortingly as she cried silently. The tear filled mother bent and placed her heavy head into her son's lap as she cried softly. Deen simply kept stroking the soft, black haired head of his lovely Mom, allowing her agony to subside. As the cab headed homewards, Manya's head kept impacting her son's crotch occasionally, due to the turns. Deen noticed it only after a while. Manya had stopped crying but was now lying like a child in her son's lap, eyes closed, head right on his crotch. Deen's cock throbbed and jerked in his pants and he was sure that his mother could feel the pressure. Manya sensed it but did not remove her head from her son's lap to avoid seeming sudden in her reaction. She decided she would rise when they reached their home. Deen's erect dick continued to press against his mother's head and sometimes cheeks for the rest of the journey. His hands rested on her bare waist to support them during the swift turns. His hands could feel the electric charge in her waist flesh and envied all the males who felt and groped this juicy area of his mother's ripe body. Her body felt like it was surcharged with lust and it was a waiting treasure for the right man to plunder. His father was certainly no match for this sensual, aching body lying in his lap. He sighed and looked out of the window, trying to seek a diversion. He was relieved that the cab reached their house. He stroked his Mom's body at her full hips, patting her gently awake.

The distressed mother rose and got out of the cab, holding her saree top by her hand. She presented a very sexy sight, standing with her well exposed body in the dark of the night, her fair and ripe body looking ample and exciting in the black saree. Deen observed the cab driver checking out his Mom's body even as he was taking the money from him. He cleared his throat loudly to draw his attention, upon which the cabbie turned back and accepted his cash. Holding his mother by the waist, Deen walked towards the main door in slow steps. His hands could feel her exposed flesh quivering against his fingers and palm and Deen could also sense the cab driver staring from behind at his mother's full, swaying asscheeks. Deen reached the door and rang the bell. Binu opened the door to let them in. It was then that Deen heard the cab start and speed away.

Manya staggered into house, and her fatigue was more emotional than physical. Binu was about to ask where his Dad was but kept quiet after observing Deen's gesture to be silent. Both sons held their beautiful mother from either side by her fully naked waist and led her into the bedroom. After seating her on the bed, Binu left to complete his homework and sleep while Deen took one look at Manya and informed her that he would be around if she called for any help.

The lovely, frustrated wife began to undress, first removing her saree and flinging it away. She decided to retain her black petticoat and then proceeded to unbutton her blouse. Divesting herself from it, she tried to unhook her bra but somehow failed to unclasp it. The act was not a routine act since she wore a bra only when she went out. Feeling more difficulty she called out, "Deen".

The eager son, who had been watching his Mom strip through the window entered the room.

"Can you help me unhook this bra dear", she asked, keeping her back to him.

Deen nodded and moved, his hands reaching out towards his Mom's sexy back. His hands fumbled with the bra hook for a few seconds before he managed to unhook it. Manya kept her hands cupped over her breasts during the act and she thanked him as he finished. Taking a long, fond look at his mother's naked back Deen left the room with a good night.

Manya looked on as her son left. He was such a considerate boy, she always felt. But he was growing up. She shuddered a bit as she remembered his hot dick against her face in the cab. Removing the thought from her mind, she still felt that he lacked the initiative of his best friend Prem. Somehow she thought that she had a responsibility to ensure her son's normal growth. Remembering Prem made the horny housewife bothered all over again. Leaving her petticoat on, she closed the bedroom door and slipped into bed topless. She didn't bother to cover herself since she was alone. Her right hand cupped her breast softly as she recollected the day's torrid acts of adultery. She particularly dwelt on the deep and intense fucking given to her by Ram, before deciding that the best sex of the day was with Prem. Now both hands caressed her heaving boobs, tweaking her nipples into screaming erection. She experienced a mild orgasm before drifting into sleep, hands on her pussy.

It was rather early, about half past five in the morning that the sound of the phone ringing next to her woke up Manya. Drowsily, she rolled her half naked body across the bed and picked up the receiver. It was Ram's cheery voice. Involuntarily, the horny wife's hand went to her pussy.

"Sorry to wake you. I just wanted to say that I am leaving by an early flight now. Your husband is still out. I left him a note that he should join me in Mumbai by the evening flight. Take care and go back to sleep. Last night was beautiful", said the boss.

"Ohhh! Thanks for the care. Last night was beautiful for me too", murmured the frustrated wife over the phone. Her fingers begans to strum her vulva as Ram's caressing voice moistened her awakened pussy.

Ram thought he heard her moan. "It was beautiful but hurried. We need to catch up", he said slowly, realising that she was breathing heavily into the phone.

"Yes,"gasped Manya, "when you're back"! Her fingers were deep now into her warm cunt. Her pussy was alive now. She moaned a long deep reply when she heard him kiss her over the phone. Placing the receiver back, she used both hands now to play with herself. Her petticoat was right over her thighs and beads of sweat had already coated her naked breasts. After two minutes of caressing and much before orgasm, she shook herself back to senses and rose to start the day. But the ache in her body had begun, giving her entire body language a sexual lethargy right from the start. She picked up the thin red blouse she had worn last night and put it on without a bra, leaving the top two buttons undone. Her breasts heaved and swayed with each step as she moved to the main door to gather the milk. She could have been lust personified as she opened the door and bent to pick up the milk.

She saw nobody out there. She stood at the doorstep, milk in hand in a lewd state of undress for atleast two minutes. Outside the main gate, she saw a youth jogging away. When he waved to her, she saw that it was Prem. She waved back at him, her naked midriff and half open cleavage rising and falling with her wave. When Prem had left, Manya and walked towards the kitchen, forgetting to close the door and unaware that her son Deen was already up and was observing her. Manya had anticipated the milkman's presence and in her present agitated state after the morning conversation with Ram, she was quite restless down there. In the kitchen, she opened the door leading to the outside to look for him. But there was nobody there too. Grimacing, she went to the kitchen table to start her routine, leaving the kitchen door also open. Deen saw his mother's big backside bent over the kitchen platform with her entire back revealed except for the little area covered by the blouse. She looked ravishingly poised for a hot round of anal sex. He held his dick through his pants and withdrew to a far corner of the living room behind a wooden cabinet from where he could watch his sexy mother, without himself being observed. He heard someone enter the house through the main door and looked. It was Salim, the newspaperman, a young man of twenty three or so. He came in silently and placed a couple of papers on the living room sofa. He was about to turn away when his eyes saw the voluptuous body of Manya in the kitchen, bent over the platform. She looked so delectable and waiting. He had heard from the milkman about her and now, on seeing her, he regretted that he hadn't approached her earlier. Keeping his full bunch of newspapers down, he stealthily moved towards the kitchen and crept up on the unsuspecting housewife.

Manya, slightly engrossed in her work, heard a slight sound and before she could turn back, Salim gripped her by her ample hips and kept her bent on the platform with not so sudden but firm hands. In less than a second he untied her petticoat and dug his pelvis into her lush, round ass. Manya squealed, absolutely certain that it was the milkman. The hold was just like his and such liberties could be taken only by him at this time of the day. She moaned and ground her asscheeks against his rampant dick, which was now seeking entry at the base of her pussy lips.

Deen gaped astounded at this sequence of events. He saw Salim tear away his Mom's petticoat, leaving her ass naked and also saw his Mom squealing and accepting his groping rear embrace willingly. She was still bent when Salim effortlessly eased his strong, erect young cock into her wet cunt. Even from that distance, Deen could hear the squishy sound of their illicit, early morning passion. His mother hadn't even looked behind to check who it was. Was she expecting him? Had they been doing this for long? A variety of thoughts crept into Deen's head as he pumped his cock in unison with Salim's dick as it pounded in and out of his squealing and moaning mother's hot pussy. She was naked except for her blouse and she was bent, again like a bitch, getting her luscious breasts mauled and her pussy pumped by a young stud.

Manya revelled in this early morning assault on her hungry pussy. She really needed it and was glad that the milkman came, even as she was about to reconcile herself to his absence. And the newspaperman rammed in and out of the horny wife's twat, squeezing her body wherever he could lay his hands on, surprised at his luck and utterly amazed that the lust aroused woman had not even bothered to see who she was getting fucked by. Her heat took him by surprise too and he decided that he was better late than never. He pumped and pumped into her with searing intensity, feeling her body vibrate with each thrust and hearing her moans reach a climax as both of them neared their climax. He knew he was fucking a top class bitch in heat. His cock sluiced in and out of Mrs. M's cock starved cunt. The slapping sounds of his balls on her juicy ass could be heard by Deen and he spurted his seed much before the horny couple in the kitchen reached their peak. In receding passion, he watched the last few thrusts by the young stud into his mother's naked body. He could see her asscheeks clenching and unclenching around his cock. She was milking her man dry in her obscenely bent posture. Once again Deen was in awe of his mother's body and capacity.

Manya felt her own juices flowing and her ravager's dick softening and slipping out of her drenched twat. As he released his hard grip over her ample hips, she smiled and slowly turned around to face him. A complete wave of shock engulfed her face when she saw that it was not the milkman. Though she could vaguely recognise the face to be that of the paperboy, the utter debasement of her body in his hands and her utter degeneration in giving in to him without even seeing his face made her flush red in embarrassment and anger, more at herself than at the youngster who had given her a good fucking when she needed it. She flopped onto the kitchen floor, face breaking into tears. Salim, moved by the housewife's state, kissed her forehead and said, "Mrs. M, you are the most beautiful woman I have seen in my life. I hope to get a wife like you".