The sight of a writhing semi nude Manya, spread out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm would have been the ultimate erotic sight for any peeping tom but for the sexy wife herself it was a daily torture. And she was forced to go through this torture on a daily basis, at times with frenzied regularity and with the greatest ever regularity in the last few months.
In the last few years here had been hardly any inspired bouts of love making, which for her lusty body was a deprivation surpassing all else. If Manya had to ever choose between her daily bread and a daily fuck, she would go straight for the latter. Today, grimacing in resignation, she shook her husband Desh alive. With the usual morning grunt and without the slightest hint of a promising early erection, he hopped out of bed and strolled into the bathroom, not bothering to even wish his beautiful wife.
The moment her hubby closed the bathroom door, she heard Deen call out, “Mom, I need help to wash my hair”. Smiling to herself she moved towards her son’s bathroom. Along the way, she unwrapped her saree, dropped it on Deen’s bed and entered the bath. She didn’t want to wet the saree in the course of Deen’s bath. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a stool when Manya moved across to him, her braless breasts swaying gently and her belly flesh rippling with each step. Deen’s eye got riveted onto his mother’s deep and big navel. As Manya bent and washed his hair with shampoo her navel and lower abdomen stared right into his face. It was a double feast for the budding youth as his eyes absorbed he juicy depth of her belly button and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her bush, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three seconds his dick shot up in his undies, a sight which was not lost on Manya. “Wow”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting reactions of her husband and son to the very same body. But being the mother, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her strokes. The rich lather forced Deen to close his eyes. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into greater arousal. Her big boobs would dip every now and then to press into his head warmly while her crotch would reach tantalizingly close to his face, with the aroma almost sending him into a lusty stupor. The he felt the water raining down from the shower onto his face and head. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He was not the only one wet. His mother’s sexy body was drenched all over the top half, her nipples poking right out of her wet blouse. The sight was astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jiggling right in front of his face. Deen thought he would shoot out his spunk without even a touch. At the same time he was transfixed and puzzled by the total nonchalance with which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son’s aroused body. She seemed to be completely casual in her near total exposure to Deen, her very own son. With her full hips barely a few inches from his head, she turned around to turn off the shower, in the process presenting him with a mind boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet petticoat. The garment made a huge inroad into her butt crevice and the whole show was straight out of one of those soft porn flicks which he enjoyed now and then with his pals. But he was better blessed than his friends because he had daily real life soft porn scenes to live out in his own house and with his very own loving mother. A wild thought germinated in his head which seemed to come from out of nowhere – “What if any of his friends were to see his Mom strutting around scantily”? The thought left him as soon as it came but the seeds were sown. Manya left the bathroom to check on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his dick the moment his mother’s bodacious ass swayed out of sight. He needed the release.