Feeling extraordinarily relaxed, Manya stepped out nude into the bedroom, wiping her armpits and abdomen along the way. She allowed her hand to linger between her thighs and was beginning to enjoy the warmth, when her son’s shout for breakfast reminded her of duty again. Morning sex made her lazy without doubt. No having the time to decide on clothes, she slipped on a white petticoat and a black blouse. As usual, she tied the petticoat five inches below her belly button and kept the top two buttons of her low cut blouse undone. This was as good as her standard attire whenever hubby was away. She felt free and comfortable and didn’t have to change unless she had to go out. She went to the dining area towards two hard dicks, one of which went with a pair of eager hands. As she served Binu, he kept playing with her waist, squeezing the sides and poking her navel at least five times during the meal. Only once did Manya squeal. Otherwise she ignored all the feels and gropes of her younger son. Once she even laughed and ruffled his hair. But it was not fun and games for her pussy. A slow fire had started.
Once her children had left, the amorous wife flopped on the couch and slipped into a short siesta. She stirred when she heard the doorbell ring. Her hand automatically went to her pussy. Every sound of any bell was something of a wake up call for her pussy. And the short nap had introduced a gentle tingle in her loins. Caressing herself between her thighs, she went towards the door and paused for a while, as if unwilling to leave her pussy.
“Who’s it?’ called out the horny wife, softly.
“It’s me Sam,” came the reply, much to the sexy mother’s joy. Continuing her caress, she opened the door, only to withdraw her hand from her mound with a start. Sam was with Sana. Hastily excusing herself for her appearance Manya ran into the bedroom. Sana watched Sam ogling her huge, jiggling asscheeks. Manya returned wearing a dark blue saree over her petticoat. She was still braless and Sana could clearly make out her pert nipples poking right out of the blouse and through the saree. Sana felt out rightly jealous of the voluptuous older woman. She looked a bundle of sexual energy and radiated ‘fuckability’, unlike herself. With such thoughts in her mind, she opened a small envelope.
For the next two hours Deen simply jerked the life out his dick till he thought it would get disengaged from his crotch. He had seen his sexy Mom getting her breasts sucked and crushed by his younger brother while carrying on a conversation with his Dad. Her naked, well curved body was thoroughly felt and she had squeezed and mashed her dripping cunt to an orgasm in obscene horniness. The last lingering image of his juicy mother for his jerk off was of her heaving, voluptuous, fully exposed body being fully felt up by her son Binu. Her trembling breasts, wet face, glistening navel and the sheer bunched up saree barely covering her crotch, flashed in a quick sequence before his wild eyes at the climax of every frig. With the final image of his lusty mother fully naked and embracing his brother, Deen drifted off to a strangely disturbed sleep. He was sure there would be a time when she would manage to talk to her Dad on the phone while some man fucked her brains out doggie style. He only hoped he would be able to watch her.