Chapter 15

The young photographer licked and sucked the housewife's pussy keeping his hands around the ripe swell of her hips. He kept kneading her naked hips during his entire tongue act. The naked wife and mother twisted and turned on the bare floor right next to her main door in maddened lust. Her body tuned deliciously wild and Sam's slow licking only manipulated her desire to hitherto untouched levels. For fifteen full minutes Sam didn't lift his head from the beautiful woman's juicy snatch. For those full fifteen minutes Manya squirmed and squirmed in mounting ecstasy, unable to believe these new peaks of pleasure. It was the first genuine attempt made by any male to give her hot pussy this kind of a loving tongue treatment. Sam seemed to be in love with her pussy. Her cuntlips were being kissed with greater passion and care than any woman's facial lips. In between she felt Sam raising his head from her snatch to look at her beautiful face. She saw that his face was covered with her oozing sexual juices and he wore a look of awe. Manya's heart gushed out with a fondness that she never felt throughout her frustrated life. She kept rubbing his head softly, moaning to indicate her appreciation as the young artist carried her rhythmically towards a searing orgasm. When Manya climaxed, she wrapped her thighs tightly around Sam's face in a possessive grip and wailed out her release, sobbing when the last few spasms left her sweaty body. The mischievous teenager and the horny mother remained in that posture for a full ten minutes. Manya didn't want to release his head until Sam rose by himself. Sam just didn't feel like leaving that pink, aromatic, sloppy zone which he had reduced to a throbbing, puffed up mess. Then the clock struck to announce it was eleven am. The licentious couple stirred and rose, exchanging a mild burst of laughter.

The sticky and nude mother looked absolutely ravishing as Sam continued to survey her wholesome body. Manya rose and suddenly sat back again, reclining against the wall next to the main door. She felt a bit weak in the legs. Sam stared at the well fucked form of the beautiful woman more out of astonishment than any other feeling. The more her body was pleasured, the more she glowed. He felt that she was created for sex. His eyes fell onto the horny woman's inner thighs and the junction. The area was sticky and wet. Manya was feeling her cuntlips with a smile on her face, keeping her eyes closed. She looked like she was reliving the last one hour in her mind. Sam felt that her body and face could be the best specimen for any class on erotica. He shifted closer to the sexy wife and kissed her lips softly. That made Manya open her eyes and look lovingly into his eyes. She had a look of deep gratitude on her face as she kept kissing him. Sam hugged her naked body closer to his and licked her face all over, taking away the sweat beads. Manya hugged him even closer, loving his attention. Her face looked very angelic and lovable with the contented glow. Very slowly Sam reached into his bag and fished out his polaroid camera. In one smooth motion he clicked her beautiful face in a frontal view. Manya smiled indulgently while he clicked and this made her face even more desirable. She saw the picture when he handed it to her. She looked absolutely angelic in her contentment. Her eyes glowed warmly and her cheeks had the cream of satisfaction. There was a certain quality of moistness in her lips and at the time of clicking Manya may have been biting her lower lip. The effect was astounding. Sam felt that if any face could represent the freshly fucked glow, then it was the face in this picture. He asked Manya whether he could keep this picture since it was only her face. The naked housewife smiled and nodded.

Sam sensed that Manya was now in the right mood to fulfill her promise. Working on the sexy woman's pussy had gradually generated a loving fondness for her in him and he decided that there was no spot on earth more heavenly and intoxicating than the V between the voluptuous mother's thighs. His passion for her pussy grew stronger and stronger and now he placed his fingers again on her fully drenched mound and said, "Aunt Manya, I'll take one snap of your lovely pink pussy". He was playing with the outer lips as he asked.

In the last hour, Manya developed so much love for Sam that he could have asked for anything and got it. She moaned out a loving, "Yes Sam. But I hope my face won't show".

"Not at all Aunt Manya. I'll only take close ups", replied Sam, increasing the pressure of his fingers and subtly indicating to the wildly aroused woman that he would be taking more than one picture.

"OK Sam. But go and keep the kitchen door open just in case the doorbell rings and you have to make a quick exit", she whispered. Sam nodded and left for the kitchen stark naked. Manya let out a regretful sigh as the teenager's hand left her sloppy pussy. She replaced the gap with her own fingers and caressing herself till Sam returned. Sam found that the kitchen door was already open. "Manya may not have realised that she'd kept it open", he reasoned and went back to the nude housewife by the main door. He didn't mention to her, as an unnecessary detail, about the kitchen door being open and proceeded to resume his warm up act on the horny woman's cunt.

Both the cheating wife and the opportunist teenager didn't know that the kitchen door was open because Manya's voyeur son Deen had sneakily opened it before leaving for school that morning. He understood that his horny mother had a sexually active day ahead and he wasn't going to miss it even if he had to miss classes. He ran back as soon as he could and crept into the house silently to spy on his mother's adultery. By the time he came and sneaked into his room without being heard, Sam was pumping into his lusty Mom and they appeared close to orgasm. He saw his Mom through her third seed blast of the day and stared on in fascination at the sublime cunnilingus that followed. Sam was at work like a master lover reducing his mother to a quivering throbbing mess in his hands. Deen jerked off twice throughout Sam's tongue ravishing of his Mom's beautiful pussy. Though from a distance, it was the first time he had such a clear, prolonged view of his mother's hungry, pink and beautiful cunt. And she had simply spread it open for Sam to do anything he pleased. Deen was seeing new peaks in his mother's nymphomania. Looking at Sam lapping and fingering her, he thought that Sam was doing what he himself would have loved to do. He loved his mother and loved his mother's pussy too. But he could never think of fucking her. Licking her pussy was not only well within his domain but the teenage son thought that he could actually express his love this way. He imagined himself in Sam's place, manipulating his mother's cunt to higher and higher levels of debauched submission. His eyes were glued to the nakedly licentious duo next to the main door.

Sam knelt on his belly, flat on the ground and brought his camera close to the housewife's pussy. Placing it at an angle that would focus right onto her pink opening, he rose on his knees and whispered into the horny woman's ear after a minute's pussy fondling, "Aunt Manya, use your fingers to spread those lovely lips open". Manya responded immediately to spread her lips as if in a trance. Sam clicked the first picture and left the camera where it lay. He rose towards Manya's face and this time kissed her earlobe and cheeks. His hand first caressed her cuntlips again and suddenly moved up to her trembling breasts. Tweaking one nipple Sam said slowly "Now Manya, spread them once more". The horny housewife complied again. Sam took the second picture. Immediately Sam began kissing the sexy mother all over her face, wetting her eyes, lips and cheeks. Manya simply closed her eyes and allowed Sam a free hand on her body. Her watching son observed that his mother's hand never left her soaked pussy after each snap. Deen was amazed at Sam's mastery over his nude mother's mind. Sam had understood that the way to Manya's heart was through her pussy. In half jealousy and full arousal, Deen witnessed his neighbour friend photgraph his naked mother's pussy, feeeling her up between shots to maintain her arousal and state of mind. Towards the end of the session Sam would actually lap at her widespread pussy between shots, squeezing her breasts with his hands, mumbling his appreciation and praise on the horny woman. His beautiful mother however, simply moaned and writhed though the session. She was never allowed to think. Deen saw that for the last few shots, she was actually flat naked on the floor, her knees bent, with her hands spreading her pussy lips for Sam. She looked every inch a cheap pornstar to her son. And her son was readying himself for one last jerk off when Sam suddenly asked, "Aunt Manya, can I take the last shot with my usual camera and not the polaroid?"

Manya looked down at Sam's face burid between her crotch. After he spoke, he had resumed his tongue lashing of her ravaged cunt. The strokes were making her swollen lips ooze and tingle. She found all her defences broken down by his expert licking. "Yes", she gasped aloud. But only my...", her voice trailed off.

"Only your pussy Aunt Manya. Only your beautiful pussy," mumbled Sam in assurance. Deen saw Sam take the last few licks of his juicy cunted mother before bringing out his regular camera for a well zoomed close up. He clicked and bent to kiss the widespread, obliging housewife, his hands once again resuming a cunt caress. The submissive housewife yielded gratefully to his touch after being at the receiving end of his pussy worship. Sam's heart gushed with fondness and love too for this lovely mature woman. She had indulged his every fancy in the course of their adulterous mating. He realised that he was indeed obsessed with her wet and lusty cunt with its intoxicatingly musky aroma.

Manya however was writhing a lot. All the attention on her pussy with the kisses, licks and caresses had stoked her fires to burning levels. The photo session brought a rousing thrill to the whole morning's lust, making Manya's ripe body swell in the glow of appreciation. Her desire to be craved for had been fulfilled. But her desire to have the newly stoked fires extinguished rose. It rose and rose, making her writhe before Sam on the floor, with a pleading look in her eyes. With a full hard on, Sam stared at the beautiful, naked woman rolling on the floor before him. Her position was lewd but she looked beautiful and divine in hernude, outstretched state. Her body throbbed with need and on that voluptuous body, quenching that need was also a divine duty. As Deen watched, Sam got behind his mother's upturned ass and helped her into a doggie posture. Manya whimpered and moaned into position, even wiggling her ass in urgency. She was on fire and her anatomy ached for plunder. And Sam began the plunder.

As her young son stroked his dick, the sexy mother got balled by his friend right on the floor, perilously close to the main door. To her son's absolute delight, Sam was fucking her doggie style. Like a true bitch, Manya wailed and screamed through a rather noisy fuck. Sam was simply ramming it in with his hands mauling her heaving breasts. Her hot body was getting the treatment it craved for. The sensitive lover turned animalistic and the demure housewife turned whorish. Deen's masturbatory strokes matched the intensity of Sam's fucking of his lusty Mom. He had come to fathom her fuck momentum with every lover. He knew her peaks, he knew the crescendo and he knew when the climax would come. All three climaxed together. The artist photographer gave the hot mother her fourth seed blast of the day and his second. His spurt hit Manya's greedy pussy deep and hard. It mingled with her own hot secretions and oozed out copiously from her gash.

The mating couple lay exhausted but satiated on the living room floor, while the voyeur son shot off into thin air, feeling as contented for his own sex starved mother as for himself. He looked at his mother. His eyes went first to her thighs. His loving mother never looked more dirty and vulgar. Her entire body was naked and moist as she lay on her back next to the main door. The area around her well fucked pussy was covered by a mixture of juices. Her head was half turned towards an equally naked Sam, smiling softly. Her face resembled a well fucked angel's face. Sam thought so too because Deen saw him lean across and kiss his mother on her lips and eyes, in a slow and lingering manner. One hand of his rested on her pussy lips while Manya's hand caressed it lovingly. They had bonded beautifully and for the first time Deen felt fully jealous. And hard.

The clock struck to show that it was 1 pm. Manya realised she had done nothing since dawn other than getting fucked. She felt she was luckier than most women. So did Deen. Sam gave a small squeeze to Manya's mound as if to announce his departure, making the horny wife squeal softly and huskily. Sam knew she still had it in her. Manya felt the same too but was reminded that she had to prepare lunch and wait for her hungry kids to arrive. Since the doorbell didn't ring till then, Manya decided to see off Sam through the main door. Sam rose and dressed at quick speed, gathering his stuff. Manya waited, naked on the floor, her head resting against one bent elbow. Deen stared again at his erotic mother's superb curvature. Her glorious ass was towards him. No wonder Sam and the others couldn't get enough of her, he thought to himself, fondling his dick as he gazed at her nudely laid out body. Manya rose as Sam reached the door. They kissed long and hard at the door and Deen once again started growing hard as his nude mother was again fondled while being kissed. Sam reched below to her bush and gave a sharp squeeze saying, "Aunt Manya, your pussy close up will be awesome without this bush."

A gasping Manya held his hand right on her pussy and whispered, "It's your pussy. You do the shaving and clicking". This made Sam kiss her passionately again, squeezing her juicy ass at the door. They were kissing noisily as Manya opened the door and even as he was half outside it. For a fleeting second Deen saw that his Mom stood naked right on the threshold of the main door getting her last kiss and pussy caress of the morning from Sam.

"Phew, what a horny woman", thought Deen, feeling harder than ever.

The adulterous woman slowly rolled her nude body across the room and sat on the couch for a while. She decided not to bathe because she loved the linger of Sam's lips and tongue in her pussy. She could still feel his tongue despite the hammering taken by her steamy cunt in full blown bitch style. She needed just a few minutes of rest before launching onto her motherly duties. Deen was waiting for her to go to any other room before he could leave through the kitchen door. Suddenly the phone rang. Deen saw his Mom reach nakedly for the phone, hand in pussy.

"Good afternoon Ram", called out Manya cheerfully. "I knew you'd call sometime today".

Deen suddenly felt a stab in his loins, remembering their conversation of the earlier night and its outcome on his horny mother. "Oh sure", he heard his Mom tell his father's boss. "See that I'm picked up", she said and wound up, her hand moving a bit more vigorously in her pussy. After a few hard digs, she forced herself out from her pussy centric behaviour and decided to bathe since Ram had wanted to see her that afternoon. Her pussy tingled at the thought that she and her husband's boss were taking full advantage of his absence. Deen saw his nude, well ravished mother walk slowly and sexily into her bedroom and waited until he heard the bathroom door close. Quickly he ran out of his room and right out of the open kitchen door. He exited the main gate and walked slowly towards the marketplace wanting to give his tired Mom atleast half an hour. He ran into Salman, who was escorting his sister around the shops. Salman greeted him. Everyone liked the softspoken Deen. Deen felt that Salman was being extra nice to him and extra familiar out of the confidence of having fucked his mother. He wishes him back, observed the slight sway of Sana's perky boobs and walked away smiling. None could match his mother's voluptuous body.

Manya bathed and wrapping herself in her towel, went straight into the kitchen. In about three quarters of an hour she assembled a decent lunch for her sons. As she placed things on the table, the doorbell rang. Knowing that it had to be one of her sons, she opend the door in her towel. To her alarm, it was not them. Instead a tall and strapping young man, dark in complexion, wearing a chauffeur's uniform stood at the door. He was very tall, about 6 feet six inches and extremely muscular. He looked straight into Manya's eyes first after which his eyes travelled over her barely covered body, stopping where her hands held the towel over her breasts. His eyes twinkled. Manya was shocked and immobile for almost a minute. Her body warmed up under his manly gaze and she began to go weak in her knees before she regained her modesty and hid behind the door, asking him in half annoyance as to who he was.

"I am Mr. Ram's driver. He has sent me to pick you up", announced the manly stud, in a slow, deliberate voice. Manya felt her loins moisten at his voice. He carried a power in him which made her go weak. However she retained composure and told him to wait another half an hour before they could leave. The well dressed chauffeur raised his hat and left the house saying he would be outside. Manya closed the door and heaved a sigh of relief. Her distaste for clothes within the house was leding her to close situations. "If he's that tall, I wonder how big his dick would be", she wondered with a wicked smile, caressing her mound again.

This time the doorbell rang and with it came Deen's voice in tandem with Binu's. She opened the door in the same state of undress.The two boys, used to their mother's semi nudity found nothing untoward in her appearance. Her older son however found her attire to be an improvement over the stark naked form that he had got used to seeing for about two full hours that morning. His cock lay in mute silence, experiencing only a light jerk when Binu kissed his mother hard and loud, holding her by her ample asscheeks for a few moments. Manya asked her sons to start their lunch, saying she needed to get dressed and go shopping alone for some important women's items. Deen had seen the chauffeur waiting outside their gate and he knew Ram's car by its number and model. His amazement at his mother's adultery and sexual appetite knew no bounds.