Chapter 16

For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life out his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from his crotch. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her breasts sucked and crushed by his younger brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her naked, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an orgasm in obscene horniness. The last lingering image of his juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heaving, voluptuous, fully exposed body being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling breasts, wet face, glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her crotch, flashed in a quick sequence before his wild eyes at the climax of every frig. With the final image of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely disturbed sleep. He was sure there would be a time when she would manage to talk to her Dad on the phone while some man fucked her brains out doggie style. He only hoped he would be able to watch her.

Manya felt the last burst of her orgasm leave her body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her bosom and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a shock as to how exposed she was. Her entire front was open right down to her bush and the saree was bundled up around her pussy, leaving everything below open and bare from her fleshy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt she looked quite vulgar lying like this next to her son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit damp from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of her full breasts still retained his squeeze pressure and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her lush body around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya's eyes drifted to her pelvic area and the mess startled her. Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her little son began to sink into the voluptuous mother and wife. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial rights on almost every inch of her generous body and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to rebuff him.

"The greatest discipline was self discipline", she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his normal urges. Manya knew that such urges were normal in boys and that it was dangerous to rebuff them because of the possible psychological repercussions on them. Moreover she was sure that he would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As a mother she had deep love for her sons and was sure that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his love, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this phase. And it only made her feel sexier, better and more desirable. There was nothing which turned on Manya more than the knowledge that someone lusted after her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her body. The thought made her a bit concerned about her elder son's normalcy and she decided to take a closer look at him from now on.

Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the excitement of feeling and sucking his mother's breasts drained him mentally. It was his first encounter with his mother in a bare, physical sense. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle his hair and shifted her body down to settle down beside him. She readjusted her saree to cover her buttocks and thighs and slept with her back to her son. She tried hard to sleep but remained a few steps short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu's hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her naked waist as it always did, towards her navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her hips and rested there. Manya could directly feel the impact of his dick against her full and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu's hand moved in and out of her navel in a slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself at her son's loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable impulses in her navel to take over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her butt. It's heat and hardness permeated through his shorts and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock against her heated asscheeks, but the aroused mother was sure that her ass heat was interacting with his young dick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further when she felt his dick throb intensify wildly. In astonishment she felt her son's cock pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or thrust from his side. She realised he was dreaming about the ample body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The throbbing against her ass continued like an automatic motor. Her dreaming son's cock was beating against the object of his dreams, making the subject of his lusty dream quiver and squirm against it. Manya stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressure on them. The spasms were followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened the rear of her saree. With a shock the sexy mother realised that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to feel the waves of release ebb out. For five minutes after feeling the last weak throb, Manya remained in that posture to allow her son's body to regain blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached behind and felt the saree around her ass, taking care not to disturb his leg over her naked hips. She realised that her saree rode upto the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son's cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the sexy woman smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and son.

Manya again woke up a little earlier than normal. The advantage of a well fucked body was that sleep enters quick and deep. It also leaves the body quickly once the required rest is obtained. The impending sunrise moments were also moments for horniness to dawn on the beautiful wife. She stirred and stretched herself lazily. She noticed that her saree had slipped away from her hips, the knot having got unfastened. She was stark naked on her bed. She looked at Binu who was fast asleep, now with his back to her. A quick recap of the previous night's events crossed her mind. The lovely mother felt herself loaded once again with compassion and love for her son. On impulse, she bent and kissed Binu on his ear softly. Binu turned in his sleep to face her. His eyes were still closed. The naked mother felt an overpowering surge of affection. She gently hugged his face into her breasts and stroked his back, knowing that he was asleep and couldn't sense her nudity. Her mind told her that this could be the last time she would be hugging her son as a little innocent boy. She wanted to feel and savour the moment. She hugged his boyish face into her naked, full breasts, allowing their softness to smother his face. She kept kissing his sleeping head and held him against her breasts for two full minutes. Satisfied, the nude mother rose from the bed. As she got up, she thought with a mischievous smile that she needn't wear a blouse to bed anymore while sleeping with Binu. Life was shifting gears and she felt deliciously wicked.

Early morning horniness crept into Manya's ripe body the moment she got out of bed. She wondered whether she should take a stroll down to the jogger's park. It was not the prospect of running into Salman or Sam but she felt she needed some fresh air for sure. Putting on some undergarments, she draped the same dark blue saree over herself with the sleeveless blouse. Looking into the mirror, she decided she looked decent. The saree was crumpled however, making her look like she'd had a torrid night in bed. With lazy strides, the horny wife and mother headed towards the joggers park, passing innumerable admirers on the way exhibiting different degrees of lust.

"I can't help it if I'm blessed with a lush body", she thought", as she passed a staring middle aged man. The man's wife was sharply dragging her husband away, giving dirty looks to Manya.

When she entered the park, she was pleasantly surprised to see Sana. She had brought her black Alsatian dog for a walk. Manya knew that Sam and Sana were avid dog lovers and that was what brought them together. Seeing Sana sitting on a bench, holding on to her dog's leash, Manya heaved her sexy body across to her side, feeling many eyes on her exposed waist and upper hips. Sana greeted her cheerfully.

Midway through their small talk, Sana pointed to her dog Tiger, and said that Sam and she were looking to mate him soon so that they could generate a lot of puppies for a whole lot of friends who had asked. Manya looked at the friendly but big dog. His eyes were deep and bright. Sana kept playing with the area around his ears and he kept raising his head to lick Sana on her neck and face. It looked like a loving dog.

"Tiger, meet Aunt Manya," introduced Sana, pointing Manya out to her dog. Tiger rose to his feet and went to Manya, stretching his paw as if to shake hands. Manya bent slightly from the bench to shake hands. She found Tiger cute and well behaved. Manya stroked his head lightly and the dog responded by licking Manya's face. Though not used to dogs, Manya felt this one was harmless and she allowed the animal to lap her beautiful face with his long wet tongue. The eager dog licked the beautiful mother's face, thrilled at her willing offer. He ran his tongue all over cheeks, forehead, neck, nose and swept it in one long stroke over her full lips. Manya recoiled for a second, feeling a stir. Seeing Sana laugh, she continued to let Tiger lavish his tongue all over her face. Her face was wet all over from his licking in no time. The lapping dog didn't seem to want to stop.

"Aunt Manya, he seems to like you a lot. He doesn't lick my face that long", said Sana. Sana again felt a wee bit jealous that like her boyfriend Sam, even her dog seemed to prefer the voluptuous wife over her nubile self. She pulled the dog by its leash, dragging him away from the beautiful object of his attention. Manya was partly relieved. She wiped her face with her saree and noticed the doggie aroma. It was a bit strong and different.

Manya chatted with Sana for a while longer and decided that she had to get back home. She held Sana's hand to say farewell and bent to shake hands with Tiger as she stood. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders, revealing a huge cleavage right in front of the dog's eyes. Tiger wasted no time in giving a sharp lick right in the center of the juicy woman's cleavage. The voluptuous mother was shocked at the act and felt a sharp bolt of an indescribable feeling in her. Adjusting her saree she turned around to leave.

But Tiger's paws were close to her feet and as she took a step, the dog also moved to stop her. In the process, his paw fell on the bottom of her saree, causing Manya to trip over. The well stacked housewife fell flat on her back with the saree getting swept aside from her front. Tiger saw a fleshy target in his new friend and he pounced onto the lush woman, licking at her exposed navel. He lapped her belly with his long, dripping tongue, sending an electric current right through Manya's horny body. Sana simply stared for a moment at the lewdly exciting sight before her. Her pet was simply lapping the juices out of Manya's spread out belly. His tongue covered every exposed inch of her huge midriff and Sana gaped at the full bodied wife as she writhed about under the onslaught, not knowing how to stop the beast. Tiger delved into her navel several times and his tongue sent shivers all over Manya's rippling body. Manya had as well as surrendered when she heard and saw Sana pull back her dog. Thankfully she got up, adjusted her saree and looked around. About ten people were around, staring in silence at the unexpected, apparently harmless, yet wildly arousing sight.

Embarassed into redness the flushed housewife quickly bade good bye to a still stunned Sana and moved out of the park. On the way she heard a guy call out, "Watch out Maam. Dogs think like us guys. They are always on the look out for a bitch in heat".

The man didn't look like a regular in the area. But Manya was too helpless to react angrily. She literally ran her way home, her eyes moist with shame. Only after reaching her kitchen door did she stop to relax. Panting, she slowly started to regain her breath. The behaviour of the dog outraged the wife, but she realised she felt different. Suddenly she moved her hands to her pussy and felt it through the saree. She was wet.

Her mind worked in all directions trying to understand her state. Everything pointed to only one thing, she felt aroused. She felt like a bitch in heat. A real bitch. Somebody else also understood that she was in heat. The milkman, who had been waiting for a few days to get his hands on the horny wife was keeping guard by the kitchen door. He saw the disturbed, quivering woman and sensed that she needed cock. Unable to believe his luck, he held her strongly by her shoulders. Manya trembled and turned around. She was both relieved and excited to find the milkman. She allowed him to rest her on the threshold of the kitchen door. She remained silent and shaking as he stripped her saree and petticoat right off her ass. The young stud repositioned his favourite housewife in the spot where he loved fucking her and proceeded to give her what she loved most. Feeling his strong dick ravaging her cunt doggie style, Manya felt like a true bitch at that moment. The thought sent ripples of pleasure all over her body as much as his steely dick did. Her mind went to the bitch that Tiger would mate to give rise to tens of puppies. For a fleeting second she placed herself in the place of the bitch and imagined herself to be surrounded by his puppies. Her fertile pussy gushed out juices strongly to meet the milkman's own spurting cock. It was a mind blowing, delirious first fuck. The exhausted woman rested her ass on the threshold of the kitchen and smiled at the young milkman. No words were exchanged for a few minutes. She watched with the same smile as he pushed up his pants and left her presence. It was a purely functional, purpose serving fucking, and the adulterous Manya loved such fucking.

The time was still fifteen minutes to seven am. Manya had another half an hour atleast before her sons awoke. She felt fresh now and memories of the dog's assault on her flesh were pushed back into her mind. Her saree was still off her body. Her ass was still naked on the doorstep. The licentious wife decided to get inside when she saw Sam appear from nowhere carrying an envelope. He pulled out all the polaroid snaps that he had taken yesterday and forgotten to hand over. He suddenly saw that the beautiful woman was naked. Her legs were spread apart in sitting posture and she looked remarkably comfortable in that awkward pose. Manya didn't feel the need to cover herself before Sam of all the people. The two of them chatted as if they were sitting over a dining table. Sam knelt next to the sexy woman, his elbow on her thigh as they browsed through the pictures.

Manya felt slightly embarrassed and excited on seeing her pussy close ups. There was no way anybody could guess it was her pussy. Sam had made her pink cunt look like the world's greatest treasure cove. She admired his ability more than the magnificence of her pussy. However after repeated viewing she felt a warmth surge again in her loins. She gave him a sudden kiss on his lips. Sam responded by kissing her back and held her by her naked hips. His hand rested well below her waist side and he kept squeezing her generous flesh in soft comforting strokes. They looked perfectly matched and at ease with each other, like a husband and wife going through the morning newspaper. That was how the watching Deen felt from the side window.

Deen woke up late and missed his Mom's early jaunt. But he was bang on time to see her getting banged by the milkman and was surprised at her extra passion. He had no idea regarding the source of her renewed fuck vigour.

Now Sam and his mother were going through the fruits of their previous day's labour. Sam got closer and closer to his lusty mother and Deen could see that Manya was becoming conscious of his growing proximity. She felt Sam's familiar hand once again find her pussy and that really enhanced her comfort level. She kept looking at the pictures of her lewdly spread cunt, thanking herself that she didn't wear any ring. It would have revealed her identity from the way in which her fingers were opening up her juicy cunt in the snaps. All along Sam kept fingering her pussy. Even her sighs and moans came by themselves and the couple slowly slid into a reclining posture. Manya rested her head back against the door and spread her thighs wider to give freer access to Sam's cupping hand. He manipulated her pussy without stopping. Manya's bladder was full because she hadn't taken a pee before her morning walk. Now with all the ministrations of her sensitive lover, the pressure began to build up to near uncontrollable levels.