Chapter 14

The perversely thrilling sight of his sexy, half naked mother getting an orgasm talking to her husband's boss while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Deen's teenage dick into overdrive. He groaned inwardly and ran into his bedroom clutching his cock. He pulled out an old photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that night making sure that he came on his Mom's face in the picture. His mother's wantonness flashed vividly across, each time he masturbated. At the end of each ejaculation he couldn't help wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her adulterous escapades in future.

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

Manya had gone off to a difficult sleep in the same posture. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered that Binu had now changed his position. His body had drifted away but his head was now right on her crotch. But he was fast asleep with a half smile on his lips. Manya smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's lips had been the previous night. They seemed to want to simply devour her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Binu realised the effect his squeezing and kissing was having on her. Somehow she still couldn't take his acts to be outrightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her body, especially her navel and ass. Gently she lifted her son's head from her warm and damp pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree fall right off her juicy body onto the floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was half past five. The beautiful housewife went butt naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realised it would be atleast an hour before either of her sons woke up. Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the same half nude state. She put on a petticoat and a black bra. She wore the same white saree and blouse over the undergarments and decided to catch some fresh, early morning breeze.

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

Manya felt more and more itchy between her thighs as she walked. The nip in the air played with her skin, making her nipples poke out sharply through her bra and blouse. She was carrying the night's arousal in her loins and her slow body sway suggested that she was indeed in sexual need. Her son followed her from a distance of about 50 metres, taking care not to be observed. Every passerby turned and ogled the sexy mother as she trudged along lazily. None believed that she had come out for some exercise. On reaching the park after giving scores of hard ons on the way, the frustrated wife sought a slightly secluded spot and sat in meditation posture under a tree. Almost immediately she was greeted with a "Hello Mrs. M, good morning".

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

"I see that your husband has left you alone to nature," he said suggestively, not bothering about niceties. Manya felt it may be due to the arrogance of having seen his son fuck her.

"Yes", she sighed, and felt his strong and rough hand on her shoulder. The warm touch made her loins wet and her already aroused body responded on its own.

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

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

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

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

"You mean horny admirers", she smiled, looking at his bulging crotch. As was her habit, she didn't make any move but only waited for his initiative.

"This dick hasn't turned limp since then Manya", grunted the man as he fished out his cock and thrust it into her unsuspecting hands.

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

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

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

As the older man rose from the sexy body he had just plundered, he looked around cautiously for any possible danger. Sensing none, he whispered to the woman he had just fucked that he would leave first and she could give a five minute lag before leaving herself. Manya nodded without looking at him and began to gather her clothes over her wet thighs. The saree was damp from the dew and so was the back of her blouse. The damp saree stuck to the curves of her ass, causing a very arousing crack. From a distance of twenty metres, partially hidden, her son Deen felt that his mother looked outrageously sexy and positively vulgar at that time of the morning, with the birds chirping around her. Her body looked so used and incongruous with the fresh surroundings with all the damp dirt on her. He did not see her getting her day's first fucking, but he could hear it. He remained in his vantage position even after Salman's father had left. He saw his sexy mother adjust her saree and recline against the tree. The suddenly he saw Salman and Sam emerge from another side of the park and move towards the tree where Manya was hidden behind. Deen saw them have a brief discussion after which Salman went alone behind the tree. Sam looked around and walked away, leaving the adulterous woman with Salman. Deen could only view a part of the scene behind the tree. He saw Salman hold his Mom's back and bend her. Thereafter he could only see Salman's semi upright pose. He was on his knees, making thrusting movements, prompting Deen to imagine that his voluptuous mother was on all fours, getting fucked doggie style by the young stud. This searing wantoness being displayed by his horny mother drove Deen crazy and he began a long and hard jerking of his dick, watching the facial expressions of Salman as he vigorously fucked his mother. The passion was too high and he came much earlier than the fornicating pair. He ejaculated into the bushes before him, quickly zipped up and made his way out of the park home, thinking that it woud be better to reach before his Mom returned from her early morning escapade. He could distinctly hear Salman call his mother a bitch as he rammed into her pussy from behind. On his return journey he saw many middle aged women walking around, either with their husbands or their dogs, revelling in the morning freshness. He gave one last thought to his own lusty mother who at that time was on all fours, her luscious ass high up in the air getting her horny pussy reamed by a guy just a couple of years older than her son. Sensing another erection he went home, entered through the open kitchen door and waited in his bed for his mother to return. He did not however see the milkman slouched unseen, not very far from the kitchen door, waiting for Manya.

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

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

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