Chapter 6

In a single day, Deen had witnessed the utter depravity of his beautiful loving mother and the more he recollected the day's events, the more obsessed he became with his mother's sexuality, but more in a voyeuristic way. The blood surged in his dick at the thought of his sexy Mom being ravished by just about anybody. The sight of her pink, throbbing pussy getting a pounding in the most degrading postures filled his mind with the purest emotions of empathy for a housewife in need. He began to relate to her more and more and even thought that he may like to facilitate some fulfilling sex for his horny mother without her knowledge so that he could watch and revel in the absolutely awesome manner in which she recieved hard cock.

With these thoughts floating in his mind, he rang the doorbell. Manya opened the door herself and gave him a remarkably fresh smile. His eyes took in her lusty form which looked even more voluptuous than ever before. Her face was brighter than when he left her and her walk was a lot lazier and provocative. Her slower steps imparted a dick teasing sensuousness to her wide and fleshy hips, which were rather inadequately covered again by the same sheer blue saree, which had the privilege of hugging her full, well fucked body through different stages of her illicitly extra sexual day today. He could have bid a million dollars to possess that saree after she ultimately discarded it today. A lifetime of jerking off was contained in the aroma of that sexy saree for Deen. If only Manya knew of her son's fetish and if only she knew what he had seen that day. She didn't realise that her adultery had won her an immediate sympathiser and he was not one of the two men who fucked her senseless that day. Walking right behind her sex fatigued form Deen kept caressing his cock until she entered the kitchen and he made his way to the living room couch to greet his Uncle Dan. As he chatted aimlessly with his Uncle, he spotted Manya walking into the bedroom and followed her with his eyes until that glorious ass disappeared.

Manya reappeared a few minutes later and two pairs of eyes went straight towards her hips. Deen saw that she had put on her white petticoat under the blue saree and immediately understood that it was time for his Dad to arrive. The saree however was still well below her rich navel and her blouse was still braless. Deen wondered when she would finally have a bath and cleanse herself of the signs of the day's adultery. Desh arrived in less than thirty minutes and acknowledged Dan's presence with a cursory hello. In a near demure way, Manya served snacks and coffee for all. Only Deen could feel her inner wickedness and he loved her for feeling that way. That naughtiness was going to be the source of his erotic living.

In less than an hour Desh and Uncle Dan were sitting over a bottle of scotch brought by Dan. Desh drank at double the pace of Dan and Dan made no attempt to match the alcoholic Desh. Instead his looks always travelled towards Manya's ass and breasts whenever an opportunity presented itself. Deen retired to his room to study but kept peeping into the living room where his Dad was turning noisier and Dan was turning hornier by the minute. He noticed Manya signalling to Dan to limit his drinks and Dan nodded, winking at the same time. His brother Binu also entered the house and a quick dinner followed. Binu had his customary gropes of Manya's ass and he somehow did not need to be told to do it only when his Dad wasn't looking. All sexual exchanges were conducted with total consensus and understanding and everyone seemed to be waiting for Desh to go off to sleep. Though drunk, Desh hugged his wife and asked her to come to the bedroom, much to Manya's own surprise. Leaving his room for Dan, Deen also slept in his parents' room.

An hour later, he heard a rustle and peered from one corner of his bedsheet towards where his parents slept, ensuring that he did not move. Desh was in a randy mood and he had already stripped the clothes off his sexy wife. Manya's fair and throbbing body glistened in the partial darkness as her drunken husband began pawing her breasts roughly with both his hands, after positioning himself above her lying form. Manya surrendered with some degree of expectation. Deen could make out his mother's naked glory in the semi darkness and deep sucking sounds of his Dad suckling his mother's full breasts like a child could also be heard. Manya's moans were more out of discomfort than arousal and Deen could make that out in a moment. He knew his Mom's horniness when he saw it. Desh didn't bother to ascertain whether his son was asleep and Manya of course was totally unconcerned either way. In less than a minute after some hurried foreplay, Desh mounted his naked wife with his son peering in curiousity just a few feet away from them. Deen couldn't make out the dimensions of his father's dick, but he saw him try out some forceful movements which lasted just about a minute. He thought he heard him cum and he also thought his oversexed Mom had just begun to moan in arousal. It was all over in a minute. Desh rolled right away, leaving his beautiful wife quivering in frustrated nakedness. Manya continued to lie naked on her back, hands buried deep into her dripping snatch and she may have thought that Deen was asleep.

Deen could not have been more awake and alive to the needs of his beautiful mother. However he had to simply continue watching and stroking his dick while his mother slowly lifted herself out of the bed. He saw her check on his drunken Dad's sleep. Then she did something which simply stunned him even after the day's events. She strode right out of the room in slow deliberate steps, stark naked and without a care in the world. Her broad hips and fleshy buttocks were silhouetted erotically in the extra dim light while her naked breasts shone in splendour everytime some reflected light from the open window bounced off them. She was a beauty in distress and she happened to be his own mother. The beauty was horny too and uncontrollably so, after her hubby's limp dick could only manage to stoke her lust fires. Deen knew where she was headed to and he compassionately watched her lush, naked frame disappearing into Uncle Dan's room. He realised Uncle Dan was also waiting for his sexy cousin to arrive. An hour later, Manya stumbled into the bedroom and Deen watched his well fucked mom slip naked right under the bedsheet. What a day it had been for the horny housewife. And she slept with her hand still caressing her pussy mound and remained in that naked, curling posture until she awoke.

Manya awoke first next morning and started it as usual with her morning flash for the milkman. She was naughtier today and she stepped out of the main door dressed just in the same blue transparent saree without any petticoat or blouse. The twenty five year old stud milkman was caught unawares by this wanton display. Her naked boobs showed clearly in all their glory and her ass was better than fully naked. It was just a flimsy, sheer piece of cloth pretending to cover her voluptuous body and Manya decided to do this since it was just for a few minutes. She gathered the milk and turned around to reveal the awesome glory of her full ass to the world fo one full minute. Rising, she closed the door and made her way to the kitchen to begin coffee making in all earnest, still wearing that single saree on her well ravished body. Dan had fucked his horny cousin in every conceivable posture the previous night and together they came atleast five times. It would have been a day of marathon fucking for any other woman, but not for Manya. She still felt a bit heavy in the hip as if some surplus lust still lingered in that well stacked body. She suddenly heard a soft rap on the kitchen window and looked up to see the milkman's young and cheerful face. He had a packet of milk in his hands and gestured that Manya had left it behind on the doorstep. Surprised that he chose the backdoor, Manya opened the kitchen door and reached out to take the packet. In doing so, she stepped on her own loosely tied saree and tripped over the doorstep, falling right onto the young milkman. Unprepared as he was for this fall, the stud tried to hold the falling lady and he held out both his palms, in the process ending up with both her full, almost naked breasts in his hands. Manya felt bolts of electricity shoot through her nipples as he straightened her. His hands were still on her heaving boobs and he made no effort to remove them. Manya too did not say a word but stood still, allowing the moment to take over. There she stood, naked for all purposes, a horny housewife early in the morning, getting felt up by her milkman. The stud's hands began to knead and squeeze slowly, bringing life into those mounds and waves of pleasure into Manya's lust triggered body. The saree was fighting a losing battle and slowly fell right off her shoulders, leaving her topless and naked right up to just an inch above her bush, which was clearly visible through the treacherous blue saree. Manya stood still as the youth kept one hand in caressing motion on her left breast while he ran the right one all over her waist, hips, belly and poked into her navel. His strong fingers reignited Manya's lust and she responded by holding his head in her hands and briging it down for a hot, long and tongue tying kiss. His youthful passion and the mischief of the early morning breeze on her glowing skin may have forced this but there was no stopping Manya now.