Chapter 17

Manya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, two fingers deep in her drenched pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was long and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fires within her which were wild, different and more powerful than ever before. The flood of juices in her loins had an uncontrollable rush about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she reached up and turned on the shower. The steady downpour hit her with a stroking force on her breasts, hips, bush and thighs. For a full ten minutes the horny mother let her body take in the cool shower before getting down to the serious business of cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curves, she shivered in the memory of her son Deen's hands on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her - on her belly, hips and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his young dick on them through the thin towel.

It took the beautiful woman another half hour to wash herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bath and into the bedroom, wiping herself in the process. The bedroom door was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it remain that way, knowing that Deen would not barge in without announcement. Her body had never felt more cared for and attended. With two sons showering their attention on it, it glowed, making her feel happier than ever before. It also made the voluptuous mother hornier than ever before.

Manya's loins were now in a perpetual discharge mode. The juices always oozed now. Only their vigour was decided by the situation. With sex fully in her mind, she decided to lie down for a while and cool off. Naked, she slid her juicy body under the covers and tried to sleep. Her hand automatically rested on her pussy mound, the fingers stroking the lips lightly.

In the other room, Deen ranted about as he neared his third ejaculation. His entire bedsheet was smeared with cum. In the course of three jerk offs, he had visualised his mother's horny body in all possible situations of ravishment, use and abuse. She had screamed and cried in his imagination as cock after cock ploughed into her greedy pussy and hand after hand mauled her well stacked body. His final image of his mother as he ejaculated was of a cum drenched woman, sprawled naked on the floor, her face coated with sperm and her sexy body heaving about wantonly in the final stages of orgasm. Even after ejaculation he could still feel the remnants of the touch of Manya's fleshy, heated body in his palms.

The doorbell rang fifteen minutes later and Deen ran to open it. It was Binu, and behind him were Abdul, Manya's sixty year old tailor, accompanied by his son.

"Hi Deen", said Binu as he walked in. "Abdul and his son entered the gate with me. Where's Mom", he enquired, his eyes turning towards his mother's bedroom.

"She's relaxing after a bath", replied Deen, asking Abdul and his son in. He saw his brother move towards Manya's bedroom.

Binu walked into the bedroom calling out for his Mom. He paused for a while at her bedside, quite mesmerised by the sight of his half asleep Mom. The bedsheet had slipped partly down at her chest, revealing one juicy breast fully. The other one was also exposed fully except for her nipple. He could make out that his mother had one hand around her lower abdomen. Her chest rose and fell slightly as she dozed. "She might be fully naked", thought the young son.

Deciding that he had to wake her up for the tailor, he bent down to kiss her on the forehead.

"Mom, " he whispered, moving his kiss down to her closed eyes.

Manya stirred at the soft impact. But her eyes were still closed. Binu gazed at her lovely face, proud of her beauty. Instinctively he kissed his mother again on her eyes and trailed his lips down to her cheek. "Mom," he said again in the softest of whispers. Manya opened her eyes slowly and saw Binu's eager face about to kiss her cheek. "Hmmmm", she said as she let him kiss her. Her hand which was around her pussy began its own slow movement in cupping her mound.

Binu kissed his Mom softly on the cheek and very slowly moved his lips down to her lips for their customary peck. Coming out of slumber, Manya felt deliciously aroused and she opened her mouth slightly to meet her son's lips. Binu accepted her offering eagerly. Mother and son kissed deeply with Manya even pushing her tongue into Binu's mouth in a tentative exploration. It was the first time that they had an exploratory kiss. Binu felt his body turn hot and Manya could feel him clenching. This woke her up fully. The horny mother rose higher to complete the kiss in comfort. In the process, the bedsheet slipped right off her chest, baring both her big breasts to her son. Binu's eyes popped out and he instinctively reached out to cup his mother's right breast. He had established his right to suck and caress her breasts when exposed and he utilised this opportunity. He kept kissing her while he squeezed her right breast. Manya kept kissing him while getting her breast squeezed, her hand delving into her moist pussy under the covers. Even as her arousal rose, she couldn't help marvelling at the ease and skill with which her son was kissing and pawing her at the same time. He seemed an excellent kisser. The twin pressures were really getting to her. Her pussy, which was already moist began to gain in heat. She realised the need to regain some motherly sanity. She removed her wet lips from her son's mouth and sat back with a gasp. Binu simply looked dreamily into his Mom's eyes, continuing his breast caress for another ten seconds.

"Mom, the tailor Abdul and his son have come to see you," announced Binu, giving his mother's breast a final, soft squeeze.

Manya was stunned at this announcement by her son, coming as it did after he had kissed and given her a thorough feel over. His enterprise pleasantly surprised her.

"Pest", she laughed and slapped her son on his butt playfully. "You're telling me now after so long." One hand was still under the covers and on her pussy when she told Binu,

"I'll be out there in two minutes. Tell them to sit down".

Taking one last look at his Mom's nude form, Binu was convinced that his mother was indeed naked under the bedsheet. He left the room, allowing Manya to dress up.

The dressing up was quick since Manya simply slipped into a petticoat and put on a blouse without a bra. She was quite used to Abdul for over ten years now. He was almost a saintly old man. Manya felt very comfortable with him. It was when she entered the living area that both Deen and Manya got a shock. Deen because of his Mom's scanty attire and Manya because she hadn't expected Abdul to come with his son. But she continued in her attire because they had to take her measurements in any case. Three male eyes looked on as Manya walked towards them, her unconstrained breasts swaying sexily with each step. Deen left them and went to his room. But he took up a position at the keyhole to peep on his Mom with the tailor. He knew Binu would be bathing and would be busy for atleast another half hour.

Manya made some initial small talk with Abdul. Abdul's son was hardly eighteen years old. He was a slim lad with keen eyes and Manya did notice him shifting uncomfortably every time her breasts heaved during the talk. She also noticed that the lad's eyes remained fixed on her huge, exposed midriff when he was not staring at her melons. Abdul then took measurements for her blouse. His son noted down while the father called out. The watching Deen saw his mother raise both her hands for Abdul to measure her chest. His dick shot to attention yet again as the tape encircled her full breasts and jerked hard whenever Abdul's knuckles pressed into Manya's cups. He also saw Abdul's hand graze his mother's erect nipples on two occasions.

Manya on her part allowed the job to go on. The tape graced her armpits, back, arms, shoulders and neck. When it came to the neck, she indicated to Abdul to lower the neck by a few inches. Abdul brought the tape with his thumb well past the mid point of his beautiful customer's ripe cleavage and held it for a moment. Manya nodded with a twinkle in her eyes and Abdul read out the measurement for his dazed son to jot down.

The old tailor then gave the tape to his understudy son for taking the petticoat measurements. Deen was startled. Manya herself didn't expect it but was indifferent to the change. Kneeling down to face her sexy waist, the lad encircled the lush ass of the housewife with the tape and called out the size. Deen found the kid's reading out his Mom's ass size a very stimulating and wild act. He kept clutching his aching dick and peeped on as the boy circled the tape around his Mom's luscious waist above the belly button.

"Lower," he heard his Mom say. "Place the tape where I am wearing the petticoat now. Yes... that's the comfortable position".

The horny wife felt the boy's hands pressing into her fleshy lower abdomen for a few seconds as he read out her final measurement. She gasped and that made the youngster look up into her face, past her full cleavage, his face inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden shiver which went up her body betrayed her arousal. The father and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother's body as her watching, randy son jerked off for the fourth time since the morning.

It was while they were leaving and Manya was closing the door that Deen saw and heard Binu bound into the living area. Binu had missed the scene where Manya was measured up at leisure and that was why he showed a bit of surprise at the flushed look on Manya's face.

"Are you OK Mom," he asked, shaking her lightly by the shoulder.

"Mmmm, yes," mumbled the horny mother, allowing Binu to lead her by her exposed waist to the dining table. Deen kept observing the casual manner in which his younger brother kept caressing Manya's waist all the way to the table.

The three of them finished a good meal. While Binu was eager to run out for his cricket his brother and mother were horny and restless. Manya was horny because of the immense stimulation caused by Deen's massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt great in the company of her sons, closer and more secure than ever before. She was also confident that every act of theirs was out of pure love. Even the lust was love driven. Being a love starved woman with a sex starved body, this attention from her sons made her glad. It also made her extremely horny. All the kissing and pawing by Binu stirred up her juices and left her craving for the real act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his mother was feeling horny. It showed in her body language. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him to visualise the itchy pussy nestled between those glorious thighs. He noticed light beads of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eyes showed a distracted look. Deen realised a stage had come where he communicated with her bodily needs very directly. He could sense when she needed a fucking just as surely as he could sense when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a good fucking.

Both mother and son were lucky. The answer to their feelings came in the form of a call from Prem. He called to find out whether they would be keen on a family garment sale in town. Binu had to go for his cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen tell Prem that he would be going over to a friend's place to hand over some borrowed college assignments. He asked Prem to come over and take his mother to the sale, promising to join them within an hour. She smiled to herself at the thought of being alone with Prem for atleast an hour.

Deen smiled to himself too as he left the house with his brother. He knew he was doing something for his Mom's sake. It made him happy. The appointed time was six in the evening and he had an hour and a half to pass. The brothers left in different directions.

Deen headed towards the marketplace and went straight to his favourite bookseller's shop. It was his favourite hunting place for his sleaze collection. Literature, pictures, cassettes - the place had it all and the owner was a friendly, portly middle aged man. Deen walked into the shop which was full of racks of books and magazines. The cassettes were all lined up against the wall. But Deen began looking into the book racks. There were four of them and a passage separated each one from the other. A person on this side of the rack could not see the one on the other side. While Deen started looking into the incest collection, he suddenly heard a soft discussion from the other side and stiffened when he heard the name 'Manya'. He strained his ears to catch the voices and recognized them as Salman's and Sam's. With a quickening pulse, Deen heard on.

"You mean your Doberman went for Aunt Manya's pussy that morning," came Salman's exclamation.

"Yup, right towards her crotch. I had to hold it back. He must have loved the smell from her pussy after all you did to her", replied Sam.

"My Dad and me, both", stated Salman as the overhearing Deen turned to a statue in disbelief at the mention of the dog. "Dad went first. By the time I did it, she was already dripping and squishy. Man, she oozes in gallons".

"Wow, I'm not surprised. She's hot way beyond normal. And she loves having her pussy eaten", said Sam.

"You did that?" enquired Salman.

"I 'also' did that ", chipped in Sam with a chuckle. "Her snatch is never dry. You can finish your dinner and dessert in it. Eat her the whole morning and she'll have you fuck her into tomorrow."

"She's wild Sam. She loves it when I take her like a bitch, on all fours. But next time I'm gonna dip my face into her juicy snatch first".

"Do that and she's your slut forever".

"Maybe we should do her together once", suggested Salman with a loaded voice.

"Oh, she'll take us both easy. You first thrust into her mouth while I lick her into readiness. Then we switch."

"Mmmmmm," mumbled Salman hornily. You might as well bring your Doberman along to lick her clean when we're through with her".

"Good idea, but I suspect the dog may not stop with simply licking her," replied Sam.

"What!, exclaimed Salman. "You mean it will... "

"Yes it will... , " replied Sam. "Any dog will love her scent. And Manya will take it. I know for sure she'll love it too. She's crazy for cock in any form".

"Fuck, goddam slut", hissed Salman. "This talk is making me horny Sam."

"You bet. And Sana told me that your Alsatian gave Aunt Manya a long and thorough licking all over her face and belly".

"Belly! My goodness. I can't take this anymore. I need to either fuck or jerk off. Let's get the hell out of here".

The stunned Deen heard his two friends rush out of the store. Their talk and the revelations about his Mom's doggie adventure shocked him. It also excited him more than ever before. Her extreme horniness and utter depravity injected a fresh wave of voyeuristic thrill in him. Their talk of performing a threesome with his mother with the possibility of the dog joining in took his vision to the highest conceivable level. In a way he knew such a thing had to be around the corner. His dick ached and strained against his pants and he kept clutching and rubbing it as he reflected on what had just transpired. He regretted having left the park early that morning. He swore to himself that he wouldn't miss it again.

"If necessary, I'll offer to take her for a morning walk tomorrow. Just to see how the dog would make its advances," he thought to himself. His mind went back to his horny mother and he wondered what was happening in the house.

What was happening in the house was totally in tune with Deen's expectations. The moment the horny Manya opened the door to let Prem in, the youngster immediately understood her state. There was no word exchanged for the next fifteen minutes. They rushed into the nearest room which was Deen's bedroom and the two hot bodies entwined and mated with animal hunger and energy. Manya moaned without a break as the youngster's hands mauled her hips, breasts, stomach and thighs with a continuity that raised her heated body to stunning levels of desire. They were naked within minutes and were soon pumping into each other like perfect body mates. Manya lifted her long legs and wrapped them around Prem's hips as he pumped hotly in and out of her boiling, adulterous pussy. Each time he fucked Manya, Prem found her getting hotter and hotter. She was not only insatiable but her sexual desire was on a rising curve. The beautiful mother was turning into a demoness who could die for cock. Prem rammed his dick into her greedy cunt and Manya's clasping cunt muscles propelled him into initiating sharp violent thrusts which made the voluptuous housewife's body shake. Her breasts shook like two beautiful ripe mangoes on a branch. Prem reached out and squeezed them with both hands, much to Manya's shrieking delight. His cock made squishy sounds as it pumped the hell out of Manya's steamingly hot, dripping cunt. The accumulated horniness of the sex starved wife found violent expression as her hips rose in rhythm to Prem's ramming organ. She clawed his back and urged him, "Fuck me Prem. Fuck me hard and deep. AAAAAAhh... ," her voice trailed as Prem proceeded to give her pussy an absolute fucking. Manya gasped with each strong stroke and moaned with each full squeeze of her tits. Her body had surrendered to him completely and he was punishing it to the extreme. Both Manya and her younger lover sweated profusely and the sweat flew from Prem's hair to spray her face. Manya's face assumed contorted expressions of surcharged lust. She was being balled by her favourite lover and she gave herself in completely to his strong hands and stronger dick. Her insides were being ravaged with savage consistency. The walls of her pussy were being stretched and her pussy felt like it was being pounded into pulp by Prem's cannon like thrusts. She was gradually reaching yet another mindblowing cock induced orgasm. When she reached it, she shrieked and clung to him, her hips almost bound to his, her breasts getting crushed against his chest, while her teeth dug into his neck. Prem held his friend's horny mother by her ample hips as she clung to him and rammed his final thrusts before spurting out hotly into her receptive cunt. Their mutual orgasm lasted a full two minutes. Manya's fertile pussy was flooded with innumerable spurts of her young lover's potent sperm. She held on to him hotly, unwilling to release him. His cock turned slightly limp and felt like it was dipping teasingly into her pool like love tunnel.