Manya never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam hard to herself and lavished his face with hot and sweaty kisses for long moments. She lay in his arms for a long time, feeling the passion drain out of her well fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like a true woman. Sam on his part, looked smug and content, watching the half naked mother’s beautiful features which looked better each time they made love. If only she’d agree, she’d make a great and natural model for his brush or camera.
Manya, not realizing her lover’s intention, rose as she heard the clock strike three pm. It was getting time for her men to start arriving one by one. She whispered the same to Sam, who also rose, holding her by her naked waist, stroking her lush ass as they gathered themselves together.
Chapter 13
It was 3 in the afternoon and Manya’s ripe body was already pleasured by four young studs, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive lover. Each was a different experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, relaxed sex. Manya loved both. The hurried sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her sounds but raised her release levels to untouched peaks. The relaxed fucking spread the impulses to all parts of her sexy body making every pore of her skin glow in response. Here, lying bare ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glow, making Sam gaze in continued amazement. Manya turned red when she saw Sam’s adoring eyes. Then her eyes turned soft and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his hands cupping her radiant face and kissing her deeply. Manya, with the lust temporarily out of her system was a bit concerned about the time. In about half an hour, her sons would arrive. Her husband would come to collect his bags before leaving for his flight but she could never predict the time of his arrival. But she was sure he would leave soon after his arrival in a tearing hurry. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more time they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big breasts softly. His after sex play was very tender and mature for a boy of his age. Manya removed her wet lips from his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say.
“Your lips taste like honey, Aunt Manya. Haven’t tasted anything sweeter than them. And I mean both your lips”, he smiled suggestively, with a glint in his eyes.
Manya blushed beautifully at his wicked line, her hand involuntarily moving to her pussy mound, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must have secreted a bottle full of juices, or honey if she were to believe his flattery. She kept cupping her pussy while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his part let his hands roam freely on her full breasts. Their bodies once again exchanged the warmth of perfect physical understanding. Suddenly Sam suggested, “Why don’t we do the honey test”?