When Manya called out to Binu, the brothers could see that she had hardly changed. The sexy housewife had merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to the world. Binu cuddled up to his full bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shorts without any underwear. Deen waited until they had switched off the lights and crept up to the bedroom door which was unlocked. Through a small slit at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a night lamp. He could make out their shifting and moving forms and heard his beautiful Mom murmur many a time. He didn’t hear Binu’s voice but only his mother’s soft moans and murmurs. His brother had one leg thrown over his sexy Mom’s hips. He was hugging into her from behind, his head on her beautiful neck, his dick pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single layer of flimsy garment. His hand which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all over her huge, naked midriff. His Mom did not say anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of the night, at that moment, the telephone rang next to Manya and her sleeping son. Deen continued watching and hearing.
Manya shifted herself onto her back and took the receiver to her ear. Binu’s head now rested right in the center of her stomach, his lips just where he loved, on her navel. Her saree pallu was off and flung aside. It was Ram on the phone.
Manya felt the flow of blood quicken through her. Binu’s ministrations had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not stop him. She also realized that she probably did not want to stop him. She was fully wet from feeling his young cock against her full ass and his eager stroking of her belly and hips added fuel to her raging fires.
“Hi”, she greeted in acknowledgement into the phone, her voice sounding quite sexy and husky. Binu was busy licking her navel and she had one hand lightly on his head.
“I’m back here and wanted to tell you that we can meet tomorrow”, informed Ram in a gentle tone.
“Mmmmmm,”, moaned Manya both as a reply and in response to the darting probe which Binu’s tongue had just given to her belly button. Her juices were in full flow now.
“Desh will be busy for at least a week. I missed you after that night”, went on Ram, into Manya’s ears.
“Same here. I miss you now,” whispered Manya into the phone, pressing her left hand over her breasts after noticing that Binu’s head was down on her belly, licking and gnawing her flesh. She gave a gasp when she felt her son’s tongue rotate deeply in her navel.
“What happened, are you all right”, enquired Ram on hearing her gasp.
“Yes, I’m OK, dear,” mumbled Manya, now feeling her son’s hands encircle her hips fully while he sucked into her stomach. Her saree had slipped well below her hips now from the top and she could feel Binu’s hand encounter her upper butt and cup the flesh warmly. “Mmmmmm”, she moaned, out of control again.