Binu tucked into his food right away and gulped it down in less than five minutes. All three rose after lunch to retire for a light afternoon nap. Deen slept in his room, while Binu tagged along behind Manya’s swaying ass into her room and onto her bed. This was quite normal for the two. She settled her scantily clad ass on the bed and stretched herself. The top of her saree fell off her shoulders but Manya didn’t bother to adjust it since she was going to lie down. Her nipples came into clear view of Binu’s eyes and even this was an everyday affair. But today Binu stared and stared at them. It may have had something to do with her body scent he had inhaled sometime ago, but he felt a strange electricity flow between them. He reached out as usual towards his Mom’s fleshy, wide belly and stroked the flesh lovingly. He shifted closer towards her so that her lush ass was pressed hard against his crotch. He was wearing just his shorts without any underwear and this was nothing new for Manya. Very often Binu and she slept together whenever his father was away and right through the night, he would squeeze her all over, especially her hips, asscheeks and belly. His favorite spot however, was her deep belly button. Manya allowed him to play around, with the confidence that it was simply a childlike fascination which he would soon overcome. Play around he did, but quite energetically. He would plant a series of wet kisses all around her belly, concentrating on the area around her navel. He would nibble, lick and blow into that juicy navel, showering all his affection into its enticing depth. He did that all the time, at least twice a day and more if the situation permitted. He would continue his amorous act until he heard his Mom’s long and aroused moan. She would not shake him off but it was a signal to him that her body couldn’t take it any more.
As a woman starved of cuddling, Manya actually enjoyed all this physical display of harmless affection from her younger son. There were a few occasions when she was not sure about the harmless bit. That was when he would openly compliment her ass, especially when she was dressed in a saree without a petticoat. He would swat and knead it quite freely and even make her squeal with his surprise advances on her lush posterior. Gradually she grew to like it, even look forward to these gropes and feels. They added to her sense of being wanted and enhanced her desirability levels. At times she suspected him of having definite sexual overtones in his actions. Those were the moments when he would run his fingers up and down her asscrack, give her a big hug from behind and a long kiss on her lower cheek, dangerously close to her full lips. She would feel an instant moistening in her loins but recover quickly enough to dismiss it off as adolescent behavior.
She did at times hope that Binu would not be so brazen and physical with her. After all he was just twelve years old. And he did not care that his actions were being observed rather curiously by his elder brother Deen. That afternoon, Deen realized that his voluptuous mother had gone to rest without even washing herself after her violent and exhausting sex sessions with the grocer. Her body must be certainly reeking of the combined body fluids of the dark grocer and his fair mother. He also realized with a pounding heart that her unwashed pussy must be still nestling a good amount of his copious discharge. He marveled at her behavior and attitude and was wondering how lucky Binu must be to get to grope his Mom right after her torrid session. Little did he know that Manya deliberately left herself the way she was, wanting to revel in her illicit pleasure for as long as she could, deriving the utmost gratification from life’s little adventures.