Chapter 5

It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to visit one of his classmates and he looked into his Mom's bedroom to inform her. This time he stood still in amazement.Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her hips with his right leg thrown across them. Her saree rode right above her thighs, displaying their ample well curved shape and the garment stopped just a couple of inches below her pussy lips.He couldn't see the lips but Binu's sleeping form fully embraced his mother, with his dick thrusting through his shorts just at the top of her ample, exposed thighs.Manya's belly and navel were fully bare and open. The saree around her waist had dipped to extra low levels in the course of her sleep. There was just a 4 inch cover of sheer garment above her pussy.Every other inch of her delectably fleshy midriff lay open like a well laid out feast. Binu's head was buried in her full bosom, his nose digging right into her creamy cleavage. Both were asleep and the pose, supposedly a mother son sleeping posture, looked anything but non sexual.Incredibly it was absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu's insistent fondling and navel kissing, Manya was never subjected to any sexual intrusion. Atleast not from Binu. But looking at them lying in close union, Deen felt that familiar tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their apparent peace and calm.His horny Mom, after her torrid fuck had shifted gears and was lying semi nude in her 12 year old son's sleepy embrace with his head nuzzling her melon like breasts, his dick pressed against her crotch and with his legs drawing her full hips into himself in a possessive hold.The sight was beautiful, strangely erotic and spoke of the absolutely physical channels of communication which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with.Unwilling to disturb their bliss, he left the room and house and walked across to his classmate Prem's house.

Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her lush body. She looked down to see her little son Binu's head cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his tight leg embrace around her full hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive clutch of her younger son on her almost nude body, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn't display this level of physical proximity.Slowly she moved Binu's leg away and tried to rise. She felt Binu's arms encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up.She found him very cute, even though his hands encircled her lower abdomen, just a few inches above her bush.She looked down to notice that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her bush with her entire body above and below fully exposed.A thrill shot through her lusty body as the naughty, exhibitionistic side of her surfaced.Slowly releasing herself from Binu's drowsy grip, she moved out of the bed into the bathroom.She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of release all over her body. She reached out for the hand shower to wash her insides after peeing, but suddenly for some reason, she placed the hand shower back and allowed herself to remain unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remnants of her mind blowing two fuck episode late that morning.

Manya realised Deen had gone out to visit his friend Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to play his daily evening cricket.She hoped Deen would develop an interest in athletics like Prem and build his physique too. Manya wished her sons were also lithe, strong and well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was worried about Deen.Standing there in the kitchen, making coffee the horny housewife smacked her lips and looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and her hair quite dishevelled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed wrinkles, giving those cheeks a well fondled outer appearance. Manya's ass globes twitched at the very thought.The grocer's caressing had been carnal and animalistic. It was followed by her son's softer but insistent squeezing. And he kept squeezing them for long, expecting nothing in return, unlike the grocer.Many of Manya's female friends openly admired her ass and even made their jealousy obvious.They said it was extra full, jiggly and could drive a saint to sexual madness with their high rise bounce.She tended to agree with them. Her buttocks did flare out disproportionately from her rather ample hips and what made the ass more prominent was her long and flabless waist. It was fleshy without being flabby and it was nature's unique gift. Her waist and ass fed off each other's glory. Manya felt rather proud of her rear asset but she loved flaunting both. Moreover since she couldn't possibly go around bare assed, she had to route the onlooker's eye through her belly and hips. And she did that with a vengeance. She was a fine piece of ass, and a hot one too, she smiled to herself.

Midway through her coffee making she heard the doorbell ring again. Feeling no apparent threat to her under dressed appearance since hubby was due only after half past six, she shifted her voluptuous body across to answer the door, with her left hand again fingering her pussy mound upto the last second.On opening the door she saw her cousin Dan's huge form with the arrogant face. Grinning, she welcomed him inside. Manya was at one time supposed to marry Dan but considered him too crude and arrogant.The arrogance came from his wealth but he did not acquire class alongwith his wealth. Now years later, with her new found fascination for crudity, the same Dan began to look quite appealing and desirable. Dan's eyes swept over her sexily attired form and rested right between her thighs.His eyes practically bore into that fleshy junction, lapping up the exotic sight of her dark bush and the arousing 'V' which formed itself whenever Manya kept them together.He simply lusted after his cousin Manya and made no secret of his craving. Overtime Manya simply stopped resisting his advances and began to give in - discretely to begin with.

Dan dropped his bag and held Manya in a bear hug, his massive arms enveloping her body fully. She could feel her big breasts getting crushed against his broad chest and her excited body started giving in. Suddenly she remembered Binu and pushed Dan away, whispering to him that her son was sleeping inside. Thankfully for her, Dan had the sense to withdraw, but even he could feel a difference in her body odour. Not only was Manya's body riper since his last visit, but she felt and smelled different. But he liked the difference. Within ten minutes Binu entered the room in his cricket gear and greeted his uncle cheerily. Dan's visits were always surprise visits and Binu looked forward to them because his uncle treated them well with expensive gifts and goodies. After coffee, Binu left for his cricket and Manya shut the door.

The moment the door clicked shut, Manya felt a strong pair of hands dragging her backwards in a half mauling and half grabbing grip. It was a familiar grip and she loved the way Dan held her. Now that he was seeing her after a six month gap, his pent up lust for his sexy cousin burst out uncontrollably. He pulled her towards himself and her saree got tugged out of her hips. It lay in a heap on the floor and Dan stared at the ripe and sexy body of his lovely cousin. Her massive butt, her generous hips and the overall flesh feast which seemed to be aching for his heated touch proved too much for him and he simply hurried her into the bedroom and made her lie on her back, right on her marital bed. Manya's thighs spread in automatic response and she reached out to remove Dan's trousers. They were down in a jiffy and Dan wasted no time in placing his rigid 8 inch dick at the entrance of his cousin's hot pussy. He thrust into her and Manya screamed at the delightful entry. The thrusts began in a steady momentum, with their missionary style copulation enabling Dan to gaze at Manya's lust aroused, beautiful face. He simply adored his sexy cousin and hated it when she married her wimp of a husband. That weak, pot bellied drunkard was a gross mismatch for his dynamite cousin. The thought made his already blood engorged dick throb in further arousal and he thrust deeper into her ever willing cunt, reaching depths that were not reached in a long, long time. There was no talk between the two. Their bodies met and their eyes also met in the course of this searing union. Her face shifted to different levels of lust in tune with his steadily pistoning cock, while his face got wilder and wilder, as if a caged tiger had been released. Every thrust carried Manya's heated body to higher stages of yearning and she screamed at him to pump harder and faster. She moaned, she screamed, she sobbed and she cried as his marauding dick rammed, rotated, pounded and finally ejaculated into her wet pussy in lengthy spurts of manly seed. Like he always did, he mashed her breasts in a frenzy during ejaculation and that brought even Manya to an explosive climax with the dual triggers ignited. Gasping and feeling her cunt spasm involuntarily, she let herself relax, sighing contentedly. The muscles of her cunt still exerted receding pressure on his slowly deflating dick until he rolled slowly off her, but not before giving long and deep kisses all over her sweat covered face. Manya suddenly felt a shudder as his hands came off her chest, releasing his vice like grip on her still heaving boobs. This was the way they always acted on first sight whenever he came home. No words were spoken. It was simple, plain pumping and words would follow later. And clever Dan, he always chose the time when Desh was out of the house to make his entry. Of course, Dan would be staying over in the night and also having a drink with Desh.