Chapter 2

Manya walked towards her sleeping hubby and studied his form as she neared him.He was an inch shorter than her five feet seven inches, slender in arm and chest but with a pot belly that grew out of endless hours of drinking, both at home and outside.He snored the moment his head hit the pillow everday and kept snoring right until he was woken up.Manya remembered their early days of marriage when she used to wake him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his ears lightly while her fingers danced around his flacid manhood. He would stir in those days and wait until she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly, without warning he would grab her by the waist and turn her around to make her lie belly up on the bed.Using his left hand to drag her saree above her smooth, hot thighs, he would guide his half ready dick into her already steaming pussy. A few gallant strokes would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his tool into her eager love nest whenever it slipped out. About 60 seconds of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out a measly amount of sperm into her womb, which would just about suffice to moisten her just wettening twat. With an irritated grunt he would simply roll off her and rush into the bathroom without even looking back. if he did, then he would have seen the writhing, frustrated body of his lovely wife, legs spread, breathing heavily and thighs twitching in rising intensity.

The sight of a writhing semi nude Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm would have been the ultimate erotic sight for any peeping tom but for the sexy wife herself it was a daily torture. And she was forced to go through this torture on a daily basis, at times with frenzied regularity and with the greatest ever regularity in the last few months.

In the last few years here had been hardly any inspired bouts of love making, which for her lusty body was a deprivation surpassing all else.If Manya had to ever choose between her daily bread and a daily fuck, she would go straight for the latter.Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh alive. With the usual morning grunt and without the slighttest hint of a promising early erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even wish his beautiful wife.

The moment her hubby closed the bathroom door, she heard Deen call out, "Mom, I need help to wash my hair". Smiling to herself she moved towards her son's bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her saree, dropped it on Deen's bed and entered the bath.She didn't want to wet the saree in the course of Deen's bath. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a stool when Manya moved across to him, her braless breasts swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each step. Deen's eye got rivetted onto his mother's deep and big navel.As Manya bent and washed his hair with shampoo her navel and lower abdomen stared right into his face.It was a double feast for the budding youth as his eyes absorbed he juicy depth of her belly button and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her bush, which permeated through the petticoat.In less than three seconds his dick shot up in his undies, a sight which was not lost on Manya. "Wow", she thought to herself, marvelling at the contrasting reactions of her husband and son to the very same body. But being the mother, she pretended normalcy and coninued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her strokes. The rich lather forced Deen to close his eyes. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into greater arousal. Her big boobs would dip every now and then to press into his head warmly while her crotch would reach tantalisingly close to his face, with the aroma almost sending him into a lusty stupor.The he felt the water raining down from the shower onto his face and head. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He was not the only one wet. His mother's sexy body was drenched all over the top half, her nipples poking right out of her wet blouse. The sight was astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jigling right in front of his face. Deen thought he would shoot out his spunk without even a touch. At the same time he was transfixed and puzzled by the total nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son's aroused body. She seemed to be completely casual in her near total exposure to Deen, her very own son.With her full hips barely a few inches from his head, she turned around to turn off the shower, in the process presenting him with a mind boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet petticoat.The garment made a huge inroad into her butt crevice and the whole show was straight out of one of those soft porn flicks which he enjoyed now and then with his pals.But he was better blesed than his friends because he had daily real life soft porn scenes to live out in his own house and with his very own loving mother.A wild thought germinated in his head which seemed to come from out of nowhere - "What if any of his friends were to see his Mom strutting around scantily"? The thought left him as soon as it came but the seeds were sown.Manya left the bathroom to check on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his dick the moment his mother's bodacious ass swayed out of sight. He needed the release.

Manya needed release too but all she got was more arousal in Binu's room. Her younger son had just finished his bath and was about to start dressing when his half wet, barely dressed Mom walked in to enquire about him.

"It's getting time for breakfast Binu", she announced as she entered, but her statement broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual manner his hands completely encircled her full waist and caressed the folds at the sides with the index finger of his right hand straying into her navel to finger it in a rotating motion.The posture lasted one minute of squealing and 60 seconds of slow and steady pawing.Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this display of affection from Binu and only Manya suspected that the feeling was quite sexual even from her son's side.But as always, he would stop just when her body began to betray her emotions. He would cease to caress her just when she wouldn't want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his genes and libido from her side of the family. But it was still too early to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that someone found her desirable and someone wanted to feel her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. Deep, hard and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if possible right out of her brains.

Feeling fully aroused from all the amorous attention she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree around her wet underclothes and went to spread the breakfast on the table. The dress felt burdensome and she found herself being slowed down by a silent droning between her thighs. Involuntarily again, her left hand reached for her crotch. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the dress for atleast 5 minutes before the sound of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.