Manya needed release too but all she got was more arousal in Binu’s room. Her younger son had just finished his bath and was about to start dressing when his half wet, barely dressed Mom walked in to enquire about him.
“It’s getting time for breakfast Binu”, she announced as she entered, but her statement broke into a squeal as she was smothered from behind by Binu. In a not unusual manner his hands completely encircled her full waist and caressed the folds at the sides with the index finger of his right hand straying into her navel to finger it in a rotating motion. The posture lasted one minute of squealing and 60 seconds of slow and steady pawing. Both Mom and son had got quite accustomed to this display of affection from Binu and only Manya suspected that the feeling was quite sexual even from her son’s side. But as always, he would stop just when her body began to betray her emotions. He would cease to caress her just when she wouldn’t want him to. Gathering herself, Manya was convinced that Binu acquired his genes and libido from her side of the family. But it was still too early to say, as she thought. Nevertheless, she was glad that someone found her desirable and someone wanted to feel her up the way she liked to. But her craving was not just for feeling. It was for fucking. Deep, hard and repeatedly, she yearned to be fucked well and if possible right out of her brains.
Feeling fully aroused from all the amorous attention she had been getting, Manya again wore the saree around her wet underclothes and went to spread the breakfast on the table. The dress felt burdensome and she found herself being slowed down by a silent droning between her thighs. Involuntarily again, her left hand reached for her crotch. Absent mindedly she continued playing with herself over the dress for at least 5 minutes before the sound of her men arriving for breakfast brought her to senses.
“You’ll catch a cold Mom in those wet clothes. Go change,” suggested Deen, concerned as ever.
“Yes I will, after you all leave”, sighed Manya as she served breakfast. She could feel Binu’s eyes repeatedly seeking her juicy navel and Deen’s eyes probing behind the wet blouse for the nipples that had teased him during bath. Again a shiver ran through her and she felt both delight and sorrow. Delight that her womanhood was getting its due appreciation and sorrow that her hubby was merely gulping his food down in total neglect.
Minutes after they all left, Manya rushed into the bedroom and threw herself on to the bed, tearing her clothes off her heated body on the way. She unstrung her petticoat and tore the blouse off her bursting breasts as her lust aroused body flopped onto the soft bed. Both hands covered her full breasts, the palms kneading roughly and the fingers pulling at the now sharp tips. Her legs thrashed about as she literally crushed her full boobs like a demons in heat. Her entire body felt like it was on fire and she thought she would explode if it was not extinguished. Both her hands dropped quickly to her pussy mound and she worked her fingers in and out of that rich and fleshy zone, causing her thighs to spread, close and spread in a mind boggling sequence of abandonment. She gave herself in totally to the demands of her lush, neglected body. Her wasted voluptuousness surged with renewed hope every time she subjected herself to this burst of self satisfaction. She mewled and moaned as her fingers delved and probed into her soaked pussy, striking a frenzied rhythm in tune with her wildly aroused brain. The passionate start rose to a crescendo where she heaved and thrust her full hips up and down on the bed, as her fingers stroked her horny body to a new height of ecstasy. She felt the tide rise deep within her loins and it only drove her fingers deeper and harder into that steaming twat working on it like there was no tomorrow. The tide reached its peak and let loose a bursting flood, washing her loins all over, making her fingers reach furious speeds until the collapse began, first in her loins, then in her fingers and finally in her golden, fleshy inner thighs. With receding passion, she slowly regained normal breathing, but continued to lie naked on the bed, hands on the lower abdomen, feet still apart in a lewd reminder of her just concluded dynamite act. She was wet with sweat and wet with her juices. The whole bed sheet was drenched and she silently decided that she would change it later in the day before Deen and Binu arrived from school.