Chapter 5
It was nearing 4 pm when Deen decided to visit one of his classmates and he looked into his Mom’s bedroom to inform her. This time he stood still in amazement. Manya was lying on her back, asleep, with Binu encircling her hips with his right leg thrown across them. Her saree rode right above her thighs, displaying their ample well curved shape and the garment stopped just a couple of inches below her pussy lips. He couldn’t see the lips but Binu’s sleeping form fully embraced his mother, with his dick thrusting through his shorts just at the top of her ample, exposed thighs. Manya’s belly and navel were fully bare and open. The saree around her waist had dipped to extra low levels in the course of her sleep. There was just a 4 inch cover of sheer garment above her pussy. Every other inch of her delectably fleshy midriff lay open like a well laid out feast. Binu’s head was buried in her full bosom, his nose digging right into her creamy cleavage. Both were asleep and the pose, supposedly a mother son sleeping posture, looked anything but non sexual. Incredibly it was absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu’s insistent fondling and navel kissing, Manya was never subjected to any sexual intrusion. At least not from Binu. But looking at them lying in close union, Deen felt that familiar tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their apparent peace and calm. His horny Mom, after her torrid fuck had shifted gears and was lying semi nude in her 12 year old son’s sleepy embrace with his head nuzzling her melon like breasts, his dick pressed against her crotch and with his legs drawing her full hips into himself in a possessive hold. The sight was beautiful, strangely erotic and spoke of the absolutely physical channels of communication which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to disturb their bliss, he left the room and house and walked across to his classmate Prem’s house.
Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her lush body. She looked down to see her little son Binu’s head cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his tight leg embrace around her full hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive clutch of her younger son on her almost nude body, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn’t display this level of physical proximity. Slowly she moved Binu’s leg away and tried to rise. She felt Binu’s arms encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up. She found him very cute, even though his hands encircled her lower abdomen, just a few inches above her bush. She looked down to notice that her sheer saree had bunched itself around her bush with her entire body above and below fully exposed. A thrill shot through her lusty body as the naughty, exhibitionistic side of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu’s drowsy grip, she moved out of the bed into the bathroom. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of release all over her body. She reached out for the hand shower to wash her insides after peeing, but suddenly for some reason, she placed the hand shower back and allowed herself to remain unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remnants of her mind blowing two fuck episode late that morning.