Deen rushed into his bathroom after the dynamite act of his Mom overcame him fully. Manya herself suddenly sensed the time and rose from the ground gathering her saree, looking thoroughly dirty and obscene. Sam loved this look on his favorite model and he kissed her hard on her lips, feeling his own cum on them. Manya mumbled something into his mouth and felt him squeeze her cuntlips in one last stroke before departing. It felt nice to be teased and used this way. Her body’s limits were being stretched and she found the exercise thrilling.
A cheerful Manya prepared a grand breakfast for her sons and only one of them knew the reason for her happiness. She glowed with contentment and both sons felt happy for having such a beautiful mother. Binu however was slightly embarrassed. He had woken up to see his first semen discharge in his pants. He discussed it with his brother Deen, who told him that it was perfectly natural. Both brothers did not go into further details. Manya sensed that Binu was feeling different. She gave him a couple of hugs more than necessary to reassure him and even placed his hand around her waist when she felt that he was self conscious about it. She allowed her breasts to touch the back of his head several times in the course of the meal, with and without reason. By the end of the breakfast, Binu was back to his old huggy self and before leaving for school, gave his trademark squeeze and kiss to his voluptuous mother. He gave her ass an extra hard squeeze and that assured Manya that her son was back to normal.
Deen said that the day’s classes were off because of a sports function at school which he didn’t feel like attending. Manya smiled at him. She looked deeply at her son in wonder. He was a sweet and loving boy but he was somehow withdrawn and not gregarious like his younger brother. Binu never lost an opportunity to hug and kiss her while Deen would hardly ever touch her or even converse with her at length. She sincerely hoped that he was sexually normal. She remembered suddenly that the boys who were balling her were around Deen’s age or a little older. The thought made her shiver and shift. If she could be a part of Binu’s sexual discovery, then she found no reason why Deen should be left out. She decided to bring him out of his shell that morning.
Fifteen minutes after breakfast, Manya called out,
“Deen, can you please help me by massaging my back with oil”?
The surprised teenager was caught of guard, but he agreed. He was wearing only his shorts and nothing else as he came out to the living room. His mother had removed her saree and blouse. Wearing a bra and petticoat she stood before him with two towels in hand. Manya began her little game by saying that the oil would make her petticoat damp. She wrapped the shortest towel around her hips and removed the petticoat. Similarly she unhooked her bra and simply placed the other towel across her chest. The beautiful mother saw her son staring at her thighs and breasts alternatively. The towel came to about thigh length, exposing her golden, well toned thighs. Her nipples were clearly outlined through the thin cotton towel across her breasts. She presented an air of extreme physical informality. The horny mother noted that the effect was not lost on her son. His young cock tented his shorts already.