Manya loved the feeling and as if to prevent him from turning away, she lifted her head and kissed him on the lips, long and deep. She used her entire mouth on his and the mildly panting Prem, feasted on the beautiful mother’s mouth. Their mouths and tongues remained locked for a full five minutes, during which time they slurped and slurped on each other’s juices. Occasional gasps and murmurs escaped the mouth of the lusty housewife as she succeeded in keeping her young lover’s dick firmly lodged in her freshly fucked pussy. Taking her lips slowly away from Prem’s, she looked softly into Prem’s eyes. Prem, on his part, looked deeply into Manya’s eyes. He felt she looked truly beautiful in her contentment. The restlessness on her face had vanished and was replaced by a lovely glow in her eyes. He bent forward and kissed both her eyes. Manya stirred and embraced him closer, full of loving gratitude towards Prem for giving her the day’s much needed first orgasm. They remained in that position for another five minutes. But neither of them realized that their robust and satisfying sexual bout was fully witnessed by Deen from outside his bedroom window, through a gap in the curtain. And he was a violent, jerking, masturbating witness.
Deen looked on as his mother and best friend remained entwined. His mother’s thighs were spread and still wrapped around Prem’s hips. Their abdomens were touching fully and his chest was lightly pressed against Manya’s naked, sweaty tits. Manya’s feet pressed into Prem’s naked buttocks. Their faces were a little apart as Prem kept nibbling Manya’s beautiful face around her cheeks, ear and nose, occasionally tracing lines around her eyes. Manya’s heart was filled with joy. She felt fully loved again. She drew herself even closer to Prem, feeling his manly chest fully crush her full breasts. She felt very close to him. He seemed to love and care for her. Her thoughts went to the fact that he was Deen’s age. It thrilled her to realize that boys her son’s age found her so desirable. She smiled happily to herself and her thoughts suddenly turned towards the one aspect that was bothering her a bit. Her son Deen. She decided she’d ask Prem.
“Prem,” she said, gently caressing his head, as it rested on her luscious cleavage.
“Mmmmm, yes, Aunt Manya, ” mumbled Prem, encircling her right nipple with his lips.
The act made Manya’s body stir warmly. His dick was still buried in her soaked pussy, at about three quarters of its full length. With a sigh Manya observed that it still felt longer and harder than her husband’s organ. Readjusting her hips to lodge him firmly in her, she continued with her querying.
“Prem, I’m a little worried about Deen.” She of course did not know that her son Deen was listening to the entire talk and was listening with rapt attention now that his name was being mentioned. He pricked his ears and laughed lightly to himself at the thought of his naked, just fucked Mom, discussing her son with his best friend while having his cock still buried in her pussy.