Chapter 13

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

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

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

Fully understanding his idea, Manya turned redder than ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew they had very little or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that extra special manner. But she was confused and lost for time. Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of honey. Before the sexy wife could talk, he opened it and poured a few drops right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussy. That made the beautiful woman gasp in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread the honey all over her pussy lips, dragging the sweet liquid deeper to encircle her love bud. The horny housewife's legs were wrapped around her young lover's head on the sofa, her hands on his head, with his head buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and naked and his delicious act generated further heat in her body, causing her luscious hips to start a slow grind against his lapping face. Her cunt was a mess with her own juices, his cum and the honey. The resultant taste and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realised that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved woman's body for days together. Her secretion levels were overwhelming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, voluptuous body at his disposal. He continued nibbling and digging into the aroused housewife's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Manya's first reaction was panic but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pick up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She donned her petticoat with the honey treated juices dripping from her heated pussy. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly fucked housewife, opened the door to let in her children. Deen and Binu entered and simply stared at their dishevelled mother. Her body was sweaty, hair uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with perspiration. Sweat had dampened her full cleavage too and Binu found his mother's breasts to be fascinating mounds by themselves. Instead of his usual movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his face into her large cleavage, his hands rubbing her bare back. Deen saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Manya smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every pore of his full bodied mother and Deen's dick acknowledged the fact. Deen and Binu straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the rich spread from the restaurant.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You were very young then Binu. You cannot drink any more now from them", she whispered in reply also feeling excited that her breasts were being discussed by her son.

"Why can't I drink from them now", queried Binu, taking both his mother and Deen aghast. His hands were still on her fleshy, almost fully exposed hips. Her saree had slipped even lower and Deen could see that the beginnings of his mother's lower hips.Binu's hand was resting on that ridiculously exposed part as he talked.

The sexually troubled mother managed to mutter, "No milk will come out now Binu". But Manya's younger son would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering her to allow him to taste her milk in a childish demonstration of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the situation. Suddenly to his utter amazement and wild arousal, he saw his well breasted mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one full boob and thrust it into Binu's accepting mouth. His cock ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just kept silent as Binu feasted on his mother's boob while his hands were still placed on her full, exposed hips. Deen adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn't take his eyes off that wild sight. Binu kept suckling for one full minute, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, chest out, wearing a smile that occasionally turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no move to remove her son's head from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snigger saying that there was no milk and the taste was not as good as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the moment even deen didn't expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the same exposed pose asked her elder son "Do you want to try too?"