Manya felt the last burst of her orgasm leave her body. She looked down first at her son and then at herself. Her son had shifted his head out of her bosom and was lying with his head on the pillow. He looked like he was beginning to drift asleep. When she looked at herself, she realized with a shock as to how exposed she was. Her entire front was open right down to her bush and the saree was bundled up around her pussy, leaving everything below open and bare from her fleshy thighs downwards. Even the horny mother felt she looked quite vulgar lying like this next to her son. But she also felt her breasts and recollected what her son had done. Her nipples were still a bit damp from all his nibbling and biting. The sides of her full breasts still retained his squeeze pressure and throbbed lightly. Sweat decorated her lush body around her curvy waist and belly button. Manya’s eyes drifted to her pelvic area and the mess startled her. Her saree just about covered her pussy and was damp all around it. The magnitude of the incident with her little son began to sink into the voluptuous mother and wife. Her young boy had felt, squeezed and kissed her everywhere now except for her pussy. Binu had established his territorial rights on almost every inch of her generous body and she had allowed it. Manya felt that there was no way she was going to rebuff him.
“The greatest discipline was self discipline”, she kept repeating in her mind. Binu could not be denied his normal urges. Manya knew that such urges were normal in boys and that it was dangerous to rebuff them because of the possible psychological repercussions on them. Moreover she was sure that he would outgrow his obsession with her body overtime. As a mother she had deep love for her sons and was sure that whatever Binu did to her only demonstrated his love, not lust. She smiled and thought that Binu needed some indulgence and pampering through this phase. And it only made her feel sexier, better and more desirable. There was nothing which turned on Manya more than the knowledge that someone lusted after her body. She did however wonder as to why Deen did not go through this phase with her body. The thought made her a bit concerned about her elder son’s normalcy and she decided to take a closer look at him from now on.
Binu had actually begun to drift into sleep since the excitement of feeling and sucking his mother’s breasts drained him mentally. It was his first encounter with his mother in a bare, physical sense. He loved what he felt and sucked. Manya reached out to ruffle his hair and shifted her body down to settle down beside him. She readjusted her saree to cover her buttocks and thighs and slept with her back to her son. She tried hard to sleep but remained a few steps short of slumber. After nearly half an hour, she felt Binu’s hands on her bare back and stiffened. His arm came around her naked waist as it always did, towards her navel. He seemed to be sleeping. Suddenly his right leg moved over her hips and rested there. Manya could directly feel the impact of his dick against her full and fleshy asscheeks. He was hard. He was throbbing too. Binu’s hand moved in and out of her navel in a slow fingering motion. Manya first smiled to herself at her son’s loving touches. She relaxed her ass against his pressing dick and allowed the pleasurable impulses in her navel to take over. But she stiffened again when she felt his dick throbbing against her butt. Its heat and hardness permeated through his shorts and her sheer saree. She was certain that Binu was not fully awake. There was no thrust of his cock against her heated asscheeks, but the aroused mother was sure that her ass heat was interacting with his young dick through the sheer garment supposedly covering her horny body. Her body stiffened further when she felt his dick throb intensifies wildly. In astonishment she felt her son’s cock pulsing against her hot ass without any movement or thrust from his side. She realized he was dreaming about the ample body and breasts he had caressed away with freedom. The throbbing against her ass continued like an automatic motor. Her dreaming son’s cock was beating against the object of his dreams, making the subject of his lusty dream quiver and squirm against it. Manya stiffened her firm asscheeks even further when she felt a spasming pressure on them. The spasms were followed by a sudden burst of wetness which dampened the rear of her saree. With a shock the sexy mother realized that Binu had ejaculated against her ass. She remained motionless in the knowledge and continued to feel the waves of release ebb out. For five minutes after feeling the last weak throb, Manya remained in that posture to allow her son’s body to regain blissful sleep. Dazed, she reached behind and felt the saree around her ass, taking care not to disturb his leg over her naked hips. She realized that her saree rode up to the base of her asscheeks. It felt damp. Her son’s cock had almost been hitting her bare ass. Manya felt dizzy with the thought. Her son was indeed on the threshold of adolescence. Despite all that had happened, the sexy woman smiled to herself. It was a day when she saw her body literally worshipped by Sam, plundered by a few others and finally her own son was giving it its most loving reassurance. She restrained herself from turning around and hugging her sleeping son. A frontier had been crossed by the mother and son.