Nodding with a flush, he moved his hands, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like full breasts. Manya had her hands across her chest and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain reddish areas where the colour didn’t come off easily. Manya didn’t feel anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom’s lush back that his hands got slower and slower and his breathing heavier. The sexy mother felt her son’s breath on her naked, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool him. She quickly turned on the shower and the spray of cool water wet both mother and son as they stood within a foot of each other, Deen holding his Mom’s back, unable to hold his erection. He was drenched too within no time and heard his mother’s full laughter.
Her husband’s disgusting behavior last night had left Manya more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kisses and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the remotest tinge of remorse for having left her high and dry at his boss’ party and now showed absolute callousness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked wife felt that she didn’t deserve his attitude or his attributes. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned. She ran her hands over her naked body as if in reassurance but realized with a smile that the high voltage fucking she had been receiving over the last couple of days were a far greater assurance of her desirability. And the fact that she was able to draw teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous body and leave them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a total flesh magnet who drew men and boys of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of feels and squeezes which her younger son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her body to people rather than the mind and she resigned herself to the fact.
Midway through her introspection, her son Deen walked in to announce that he was leaving for school and left immediately when he saw his mother lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the covers. He didn’t think that she had covered up either during her son’s or her husband’s presence in the bedroom. Her comfort levels with nudity had been rising over time and now Deen wondered where she was headed to.
The moment Deen left the house, Manya raised her nude body off the bed and went across to shut the door. She was naked in the confidence that she would now be alone in the house. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the sofa and spread one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her hand around the lower abdomen, she clicked the television on and saw some songs being telecast. The horny housewife looked quite obscene in that posture with her pinkish cuntlips being wide open in case there was a viewer. Crusted cum deposits decorated her inner thighs and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two raunchy numbers, Manya herself began to feel raunchy and started to imagine herself in the hands of the various lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead danseuse in those songs. A tide of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would look on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and strong male dancers. She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring. The sexy housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no clothes were within reach.