A stunned Deen just shook his head. He was hard and his balls were almost bursting by then. Manya sighed and slowly, without any sense of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her hips upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of her thigh. In a minute she turned and in the same semi naked condition, slept with her back to her son Deen, showing him the full and high cheeked glory of her ass. Binu had left the room after his boob suckling, leaving Deen alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the well exposed body of his Mom, a few feet away, bursting all over with curves, the young son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking care not to make any sound. He kept looking at his mother’s massive derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack throughout his frantic masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his eyes off his mother’s well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Manya did not realize what Deen was doing but was lost in her own world of lust after all the attention she got from her son. It did not bother her mind as much as it bothered her hot body. Binu had got her juices started all over again. Her right hand rested again on her pussy through her transparent saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete strokes since Deen was in the room. Deen observed every single movement of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to.
After a while Deen rose deciding that he had to take a walk to cool off. Binu had already gone off to his friend’s place. He whispered into his mother’s ear that he would be gone for an hour or so and Manya nodded in her partial slumber. Deen took one look at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and absolute beauty of her face. He also noted that her saree had now gone right past her thighs to just a few inches below her hot pussy. He left the house and locked the door behind him before he burst a blood vessel.
Within minutes after Deen’s leaving the house, Manya heard the front door ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to open it. Desh entered the house in a hurry but paused only for a while to take in his wife’ attire and dreamy look. In that white saree she looked a dream. But the saree looked like it would slip right off her body. He caught her by the hips, surprising Manya. Instead of the fondling and caressing which Manya expected, he lifted the folds of the saree and tried to tuck them higher around her waist. The saree refused to oblige and he let it fall again. Manya held her husband by the shoulder, hoping that his planned departure for a week would make him a bit more romantic. But she was disappointed again when she saw Desh run into the bedroom to pack his bags. He took a few minutes and came back again to the living room to give a brief kiss to his stunning wife. Manya limply accepted the kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his trip. Even those gallant attempts she had made to stroke his dick through his trousers did not jerk life into Desh. Life could not have got more frustrating for the lovely wife.