Deen counted up to three and as expected Manya shrugged and allowed the towel to fall off her lush hips exposing herself in all her glory to her son. Her rich fertile bush, her fleshy thighs, her magnificent creamy midriff, her well endowed bust, her erect nipples and her horny face were all out in display for the exclusive eye of her loving son. It was an awesome flood of lust that swept Manya as she exposed herself to her son. She felt wanton and liberated too at the same time. She felt a deep release within herself that told her that her erotic journey was now comprehensive. Well, almost, thought the sex crazed wife to her. Manya allowed Deen to feast on her voluptuous body for one full minute before walking nude into her bedroom and bath. Deen saw her nude, full asscheeks wiggle out of sight.
Clutching his dick, Deen wondered why he was so aroused. He had seen his mother getting fucked into oblivion, not once but several times in the most obscene postures. That body held no novelty for him but just now he felt he was looking at her all over again for the first time.
“Could it be,” he wondered with a shock. “Could it be that she knew I was peeping. Did she expose herself to me deliberately realizing that I was peeping?” The idea made him go weak in his knees. He sat down on his bed, holding his head. His dick was about to signal a burst. He had to jerk it all out. And he did just that. His voluptuous, horny Mom was doing the same with her swollen pussy, in the privacy of her bathroom.
Chapter 17
Anya lay naked on the bathroom floor, her back against the wall, and two fingers deep in her drenched pussy. She was breathing heavily. Her orgasm was long and convulsive, after she had brought herself off. Exposing herself deliberately to her son started off fires within her which were wild, different and more powerful than ever before. The flood of juices in her loins had an uncontrollable rush about them. She felt deliciously wicked. Remaining on the floor, she reached up and turned on the shower. The steady downpour hit her with a stroking force on her breasts, hips, bush and thighs. For a full ten minutes the horny mother let her body take in the cool shower before getting down to the serious business of cleaning the oil off her ripe body. As she soaped and cleaned her curves, she shivered in the memory of her son Deen’s hands on her body. She lingered wherever Deen had massaged her – on her belly, hips and thighs. Her asscheeks quivered as she recollected the pressure of his young dick on them through the thin towel.
It took the beautiful woman another half hour to wash herself thoroughly. She walked out of the bath and into the bedroom, wiping herself in the process. The bedroom door was almost closed without being locked. Manya let it remain that way, knowing that Deen would not barge in without announcement. Her body had never felt more cared for and attended. With two sons showering their attention on it, it glowed, making her feel happier than ever before. It also made the voluptuous mother hornier than ever before.