Chapter 7

Manya's morning had got off to a rousing beginning with two superlative bouts of sex. One was hard and fast with a young stud, while the other was a gradual, mutually seeking love making session with her cousin. The delicacy of the latter took her by surprise. She grinned wickedly to herself as she examined her assaulted zone, which was her hips and ass package. The entire mass of flesh was damp from sweat and semen. Her crotch and inner thighs were completely sticky and an ooze path had formed right down to her knee. Her pussy had been pulverised since the previous morning by four different men and she was feeling full down there as if it were a repository of sperm, of the dry, semi dry, wet, oozing, dripping - all kinds. The voluptuous mother of two sons felt deliciously juicy all over and her body ached more out of pleasurable impulses rather than any fatigue. Two explosive fucks in half an hour between quarter to six and quarter past six in the morning was a dream for any thirty six year old woman, even if she were as fully stacked and deeply horny as Manya.

She heard no audible sounds of movement in the house other than Dan in his bathroom and he would leave any minute now for his flight. She realised she had not washed herself right from yesterday and her pussy, asscheeks and belly had been subjected to load after load of semen deposit. She began to like this stickiness because it made her feel very sexy and did not allow her to take her mind off sex. Of late she hated to think of anything but sex. However she decided enough was enough as far as not washing up was concerned and felt that she must clean up for the new day. Lying naked on her dining table with a somewhat satisfied glow all over her body, she kept smiling to herself with her hand around her pussy mound, not caressing it but simply allowing it to lie where she loved to have it the most. Her famous blue saree was lying on a chair next to the table and her eyes fell on it. That brought her out of her reverie and suddenly the total lewdness of her present state struck her. Rising, but still retaining her right hand on her pussy mound, she picked up her saree and threw as much of it around her as possible without any wearing pattern, almost like she was throwing a bedsheet around herself. But this being a lot more transparent than a bedsheet, her full and glowing body still stood magnificently revealed. Her well moulded and well caressed breasts jiggled with every sexy step she took towards her bedroom. Her walk was sheer erotic poetry in motion and befitted the brush of a master artist. Her body was more or less covered but the careless way in which she draped the saree left her entire creamy back open right down to her ass. She certainly didn't expect visitors or viewers at that time. Two of the visitors had already fucked her half way to heaven. But she was wrong about the viewers.

Deen had finished his mammoth jerk off in the toilet and came out of the bathroom and prepared to go to his room and say bye to his Uncle. He didn't bother to disturb his snoring father. He looked at him and felt almost sorry for him. He felt sorry for his mother too, but there was a conceptual shift in his sentiment in each case. He tiptoed out of the room rather casually but stooped dead in his tracks just one step out of the door. What he saw in the living room shocked the senses out of him. His lovely Mom, whom he had seen getting nailed by the milkman early that morning was bidding farewell to her cousin and his uncle. It was the method of farewell that was unique for his adolescent eyes. They were both at the main door and kissing in a softly passionate way. Dan dropped the bag in his hands and held Manya, cupping her face fully and lavishing her cheeks and eyes with long wet kisses. Manya kept purring and returning his kisses with her very own juicy ones. Hiding behind the curtain, Deen peeped at the licentious couple with a pounding heart. His mother's exposed back faced him and the sheer blue saree covered her in the most ludicrous fashion, concealing her in parts and revealing her in other parts. From his angle, he could make out that only her ass was covered. He watched as his uncle's hands crept up his mother's naked back and started caressing and stroking it in a near romantic way. Her face was still on his face in a luxurious, long tongue exploration, but the stroking of her fleshy, shapely back brought Deen's dick to yet another state of absolute hardness. Something similar must have happened to his mom too because she suddenly shivered and dropped to her knees, the action causing her saree to fall right off her ass. Deen saw his Mom kneeling naked in front of Dan at their main door, fumbling with his fly. He heard Dan mumble something as his horny mother quickly brought out his cock and gulped it with a greedy moan. For the next few minutes Dan only kept stroking his bursting dick as he watched his mother's head bobbing up and down on Uncle Dan's cock. Her movements gathered speed and his stroking followed suit. Deen suddenly looked back in alarm at his sleeping father when he heard a grunt from him. Desh had merely turned from one side to another, still snoring. Relieved, he turned back to the adulterous sight in the living room, only to see his Mom's head going up and down at wild speed and his uncle's hands clutching her hair and head in a strong, passionate grip. The whole sight was supremely erotic right up to the moment of Dan's huge release. Deen saw the gradual slowing of Manya's head over his uncle's tool accompanied by the relaxing of Dan's grip on his mother's lovely black haired head. The grip was released and so was Manya.

Dan raised his beautiful, naked cousin to her feet and looked at her face which was well covered with his cum. Her mouth, lips, nose and cheeks were coated thickly with his seed and she looked fondly into his eyes. Some spurts had also landed on her beautiful long hair above her forehead.Their mouths met again for yet another deep kiss. While kissing him, Manya zipped up his trousers and secured his belt mumbling out a good bye during the kiss. Very unwillingly Dan opened the main door to leave, but after unfastening the door latch, he sharply turned around again and grabbed his sexy, obliging cousin for one last passionate kiss. Deen saw Uncle Dan kiss his nude mother at the half open door. The sight made him rock hard again and he fervently hoped that nobody would enter the house. The final kiss between the fully dressed man and the fully naked housewife lasted one full minute before the almost open main door. It was broken only by the sound of a car emerging out of the neighbour's house. Manya shut the door on her cousin hurriedly and grabbed her saree in the same motion. She glanced around anxiously but not in alarm. Seeing the house rather quiet, she sighed in relief and purposefully made her way to the bedroom with the idea of visiting the loo. Dan guessed her intention and was scared of getting caught. He rushed right into the bathroom and locked himself in. A few minutes later he pretended to flush the toilet and walked out of the bathroom as if he had just finished.

He looked into the room and experienced yet another surprise. Manya was lying in a coiled up position on the bed, covered fully by the bedsheet. The bedsheet covered both Manya and hubby Desh. Her eyes were closed and she was huddled up under the sheet very close to Desh with one leg over his sleeping body as was apparent from the outline she made. Deen saw her blue saree lying on the floor beside the bed. He got a start when he realized that his mom was naked under the covers and had wrapped her sexy, well fucked, cum stained body around his sleeping father and had already begun to snooze. The vision was to hot for him and he walked out of the room, amazed at his beautiful mother's foxiness and sheer abandonment. She knew that her son would emerge from the bathroom but didn't care. However Deen felt it was unlikely that she suspected him of seeing her giving her cousin a delicious, wholesome blowjob early in the morning followed by extra passionate farewell kisses in naked abandon before a half open main door. If it wasn't for the sound of the car, they might have grabbed another fast fuck, felt Deen. By now he had come to expect the unexpected from his horny Mom and it thrilled him.

It could have been the afterglow of two resounding fucks and an endearing blowjob, but Manya went asleep for a full hour, cuddling her naked, well used body up to her heavy sleeping hubby. She awoke almost alongwith Desh, heaving her hips away from him and looking into his eyes. Desh also looked back and greeted her. The greeting surprised her because she was more accustomed to his snarls and curses. Heart leaping with a surge of joy, she leaned her head forward to kiss him on his lips. Desh wasn't much of a kisser and Manya had to do all the tongue probing. The normally reluctant hubby allowed his wife to take over, but only for a while. For a full two minutes, Manya licked and sucked her hubby's lips and tongue, tracing wet lines all over his cheeks too. Desh felt a charge run through his body as he realised that his beautiful wife tasted strange and different. He felt her breasts under the sheet and encountered their naked glory. He gave a couple of quick squeezes which made Manya moan hornily. Manya did this to him often, trying to coax an erection out of him first thing in the morning. He also knew that she liked to sleep naked after a nightly bout of sex. He assumed she was now naked from their night's love making. But the moment his wife reached below to cup his balls through his night clothes, he recoiled and jumped out of the bed.

"What happened"?, asked Manya. His jumping out of bed had caused the bedsheet to get disarranged from Manya's lush body and the entire right side of her body, from her soft toe upwards, past her ample thigh, one full breast and half her neck lay exposed to delicious viewing. Manya didn't make an effort to cover her side fully and looked towards Desh for a reply.

"I've been called at 10 am to the office and it's already 8 o'clock", he grunted.

"But today is the Holi festival and a holiday", she stated with a puzzled look.

"The festival of colours be damned, we marketing guys have no holidays", he muttered again irritably.

"Ohhh!" sighed Manya in some frustration as she watched her hubby make a move into the bathroom. Her right side was still exposed and naked as Desh closed the door without even a glance at the tantalising form of his nude wife under the covers.