“Why worry about Deen, Aunt Manya,” asked Prem. “He’s fine”.
“I mean, is he fully fine Prem”?
“Fully fine? What’s that supposed to mean,” asked Prem again, this time nibbling harder at Manya’s right nipple.
“Aaah! I mean does he have a girlfriend. Is he normal like you is”, she whispered, biting Prem’s ear lightly.
Kissing both her eyes, Prem replied, “He doesn’t have a girlfriend that I know of but I think he is normal. Why do you ask Aunt Manya?”
“It’s a feeling that I get of late. He doesn’t show the urges of boys his age”.
“Now why would he show those urges before you, his mother, Aunt Manya”, asked Prem.
“I would know it even if he didn’t show it,” replied Manya, squeezing Prem’s butt as if laughing at his dumb remark.
“I should have known your ability, I’m sorry. Mother’s eye misses nothing,” smiled Prem, slipping his right hand down to squeeze Manya’s hip. “But what have you observed that’s bothering you about Deen.”
Manya squealed a bit and replied “You know he seems passive and very unlike you or any of his other friends. Even Binu is more physical, like a boy with growing hormones. Deen is loving and caring, like you are, but he’s not passionate in that raw, physical sense, like you are”, she murmured, running her fingers all over Prem’s hair.
“Ohh!” Said Prem, not knowing what to say. He however kept suckling at Manya’s nipple.
“Please stop that for a moment Prem, I’m quite serious about Deen”, urged the horny housewife, her voice trying to stifle the gasp that escaped when Prem bit her nipple.
“Ok, Aunt Manya,” said Prem in a decisive tone and tried to rise from her body.
“Noooo”, wailed Manya as she held on strongly with her legs around his hips. “Remain inside. We’ll talk like this. She blushed sexily as she said so. Her peeping son was bewildered by his mother’s out rightly wanton behavior.
“Does he masturbate like all healthy boys and discuss girls,” Manya asked, looking into Prem’s eyes. “You are his best friend, tell me”.
“I know he jerks off for sure, but he hasn’t discussed any girls”, said Prem, tweaking Manya’s left nipple with his fingers.
“Now isn’t that odd or maybe queer”, suggested Manya with a worry line on her forehead.
Prem kissed her forehead and cupped her face in his hands saying,” No guy would need to look at or discuss girls when you are in the house, Aunt Manya”.
Manya blushed slightly and poked Prem in the cheek.
“I’m serious Aunt Manya. When he can ogle this gorgeous body whole day, why would he need another girl? Besides, which girl has your ripe, wholesome body?”
Manya felt a stirring between her wet thighs at this statement. The fountain in her loins was being triggered.
“Mmm. That’s flattering but I’m his mother”, whispered Manya.
“Oh come on Aunt Manya, if I was in his place, even I wouldn’t look at another girl. I would never have been able to get enough of you”, said Prem, watching Manya blush again.
“Really,” teased Manya. “And pray what you would have done my dear. Jerked off peeping on me in the bath?”
“Not for long Aunt Manya,” replied Prem. “I would have found a way to get you seriously and urgently into bed”.