Binu swung into action very soon. He kept his book aside and placed his head on his Mom’s juicy belly. Manya stirred but did not make any sudden move. Binu began his exploratory exercise of his mother’s fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in slow and steady licks. He concentrated on the ticklish and sensitive zone around her deep navel and actually lapped at it. Manya continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her hand on her son’s head lightly but did not look down. Binu carried his fascination for his mother’s hot body to higher levels when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both mother and son again settled into their respective pursuits. Manya could feel the tide rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The juices gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was sure that Binu could sniff her arousal aroma. If Binu sniffed it he didn’t show it but his hands now fully encircled his mother’s big hips and drew her lush lower body further into his face. Manya’s midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by her younger son. Looking at her, Deen felt she looked ripe and ready for fucking from the manner in which she was writhing her hips trying to appear normal. Her horniness carried across the room towards him and when he saw her face, the troubled features starkly reflected the burning lust within her.
Binu brought everyone out of their skins when he moved his head closer to Manya’s bosom and said “Mom, when was the last time I had milk from your breasts”? A stunned Manya looked at her son’s head which was just a few inches from her right breast. Deen felt his cock harden at the sight of his younger brother looking at his Mom’s breast while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her saree top off.
“You were very young then Binu. You cannot drink any more now from them”, she whispered in reply also feeling excited that her breasts were being discussed by her son.
“Why can’t I drink from them now”, queried Binu, taking both his mother and Deen aghast. His hands were still on her fleshy, almost fully exposed hips. Her saree had slipped even lower and Deen could see that the beginnings of his mother’s lower hips. Binu’s hand was resting on that ridiculously exposed part as he talked.
The sexually troubled mother managed to mutter, “No milk will come out now Binu”. But Manya’s younger son would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering her to allow him to taste her milk in a childish demonstration of stubbornness. Deen wondered whether his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn’t make out from the situation. Suddenly to his utter amazement and wild arousal, he saw his well breasted mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one full boob and thrust it into Binu’s accepting mouth. His cock ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into her younger son’s mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just kept silent as Binu feasted on his mother’s boob while his hands were still placed on her full, exposed hips. Deen adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn’t take his eyes off that wild sight. Binu kept suckling for one full minute, during which Manya simply sat back, head up, chest out, wearing a smile that occasionally turned to a red blush. Deen could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no move to remove her son’s head from her juicy tit. Finally it was Binu himself who rose with a snigger saying that there was no milk and the taste was not as good as he thought. Manya still smiled at her son. Then came the moment even deen didn’t expect. Manya turned to Deen, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the same exposed pose asked her elder son “Do you want to try too?”