“Lower,” he heard his Mom say. “Place the tape where I am wearing the petticoat now. Yes… That’s the comfortable position”.
The horny wife felt the boy’s hands pressing into her fleshy lower abdomen for a few seconds as he read out her final measurement. She gasped and that made the youngster look up into her face, past her full cleavage, his face inches away from her abdomen. Manya forced her eyes away from the boy. The sudden shiver which went up her body betrayed her arousal. The father and son duo finished measuring the sexy mother’s body as her watching, randy son jerked off for the fourth time since the morning.
It was while they were leaving and Manya was closing the door that Deen saw and heard Binu bound into the living area. Binu had missed the scene where Manya was measured up at leisure and that was why he showed a bit of surprise at the flushed look on Manya’s face.
“Are you OK Mom,” he asked, shaking her lightly by the shoulder.
“Mmmm, yes,” mumbled the horny mother, allowing Binu to lead her by her exposed waist to the dining table. Deen kept observing the casual manner in which his younger brother kept caressing Manya’s waist all the way to the table.
The three of them finished a good meal. While Binu was eager to run out for his cricket his brother and mother were horny and restless. Manya was horny because of the immense stimulation caused by Deen’s massage and the revelation that he enjoyed ogling her body. She now felt great in the company of her sons, closer and more secure than ever before. She was also confident that every act of theirs was out of pure love. Even the lust was love driven. Being a love starved woman with a sex starved body, this attention from her sons made her glad. It also made her extremely horny. All the kissing and pawing by Binu stirred up her juices and left her craving for the real act. Deen knew it only too well. And right now he was restless because he knew that his mother was feeling horny. It showed in her body language. The way she kept crossing and uncrossing her thighs forced him to visualize the itchy pussy nestled between those glorious thighs. He noticed light beads of sweat in her cleavage which was half exposed and heaving mildly. Her eyes showed a distracted look. Deen realized a stage had come where he communicated with her bodily needs very directly. He could sense when she needed a fucking just as surely as he could sense when she had been freshly fucked. Right now he could see that his Mom needed a good fucking.
Both mother and son were lucky. The answer to their feelings came in the form of a call from Prem. He called to find out whether they would be keen on a family garment sale in town. Binu had to go for his cricket. Manya and Deen said yes. But Manya heard Deen tell Prem that he would be going over to a friend’s place to hand over some borrowed college assignments. He asked Prem to come over and take his mother to the sale, promising to join them within an hour. She smiled to herself at the thought of being alone with Prem for at least an hour.