Incest Sushma and her sons and friends
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Dear friends,
Sorry for the extreme delay. I understand that this type of delay robs the charm of the story, but I promise that now since I have started posting further parts, I will share all the remaining parts sooner than expected. Till then enjoy reading.
The satiated mother suddenly wondered whether she would feel the same way kissing Rohit, or Ranvir. The thought made her shiver but she realized that there was little to choose between Prem and Rohit. Ranvir kissed her regularly but never on the lips. Rohit hardly ever kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near when Ranvir would kiss her on the lips.
He was aggressive and he was physical. On her part she would stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent growth and send discordant impulses about sexuality. They had to learn about sex the natural way and they had to learn about sexual propriety also the natural way, even if it was a bit delayed and at the cost of her own discomfort.
All her life, she never said no to a hug and never refused an advance from decent males. For her sons she believed that the greatest discipline was self discipline. But deep within she felt that she may have to play a role in Rohit's realization. He was too silent, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Sushma prayed that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of asking Prem but looking at his big hands on her sweaty breasts and his dick half out of her ravished pussy, she decided that the moment was later.
The time was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the house, leaving Sushma naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went naked to the door and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of events. There could not have been a better day for her lush, sex starved body. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before the entire neighbourhood and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny males of all ages throughout a wet morning.
Following that, she had been given a weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now Prem completed her day with two of the most robust fucks her needy body had ever been given. The marvellous thing about it all was that none of her ravishers made her feel slutty about the whole thing.
She still felt she was in command. "Was the day complete"? she wondered with a grin. It was only two in the afternoon. Expecting her son Rohit any minute and Ranvir a little later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped them for wash finally and with a sigh, examined her nude body in the mirror.
Her luscious breasts hung like ripe fruits on her broad, fair chest and as she moved her hands over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive waist and belly. Her fingers stopped at her belly button. For a second she dug into it gently as if to ascertain and discover what was it that made her son Ranvir so enamoured by it. The moment her finger stroked inside its depths, she felt a moistening in her loins and a throb right down from her lower abdomen. She could feel her pussy come alive and the impulses almost carried upto her navel.
She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for further probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a pussy to her, displaying the same wanton openness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to explore, she thought with a sense of surprise, but not with any alarm. She was never alarmed by someone wanting her ripe body. Just then she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it was Rohit. Having no time to dress, she took a biggish towel and wrapped it around her full, naked form and went to open the door. Along the way, as was her habit, her right hand, wound its way under the towel to caress her pussy, which had plenty of Prem's cum on it. It was nice to feel the ooze and she slipped nearly half her finger inside her twat, to gather all the wetness.
Before any serious probing could begin she reached the door and opened it with her left hand, removing her right hand from her pussy at the same time. She saw Rohit with two bags. "Mom, I brought lunch for all of us, since it was getting late", announced Rohit.
Sushma gushed fondly at his thoughtfulness and instinctively reached out to caress his face with her right hand. "Thank you dear", she whispered as her hand brushed his cheek, caressing it for a few moments. Rohit felt the sharpness of the odour from his mother's hand and inhaled, confused over its source. "Your hand smells funny Mom, what's it?", he asked, entering the room and placing the bags on the dining table.
Getting a start, Sushma fumbled for a minute before replying "Oh, it was the soap I was trying to get open for washing clothes when you rang the bell". "You must be hungry Mom, let's have food. Ranvir will come later", said Rohit, spreading out the plates and beginning to serve out the hot Chinese food into two plates.
Sushma sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly ate for the next ten minutes, not at all surprised at how hungry they were.There was no mention about the doctor Rohit had left the house to call. On finishing, Sushma thanked Rohit again for his thoughtfulness and rose to wash her hands.
Rohit watched her movements with interest, particularly observing her huge asscheeks jutting out at the base of her hips and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the exposed area from her knees to her bare feet served a horny reminder of the day's events and the high octane action his mother's lush body had been subjected to.
He caressed his cock through the trousers as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a surprised attention when she said "I'm going to bathe Rohit and I'll call you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need help to get the color fully off".
"Sure Mom," he mumbled, not sure whether his mother noticed the lump in his throat.
Sushma turned on the shower and for the first time since the previous day, began to enjoy a full fledged bath. She felt the water cascade over her bountiful breasts and flow teasingly all over her body, lots of it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her passions and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her well ravished, glowing form and for a full ten minutes she revelled in the twin pleasures offered by the strong shower and her own rubbing.
She couldn't say that she missed having a bath with all the merciless dunking she received that morning, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy body. The bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her face with a naughty smile and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't reach it to wash the colour away.
"Rohit could you please come and help me", she called out through the half open door. She had left the door open for Rohit to come in later, but was herself naked during her luxurious bath. Rohit was ogling his mother's nakedly glorious body through the vertical slit at the corner of the door and the moment she called out, he entered just in time to see her wrap her towel around her waist and turn her back towards him.
Rohit kept looking at Sushma's wide wet back with the soft flesh around her flaring waist. She had tied the towel almost at the beginning of her asscrack. Her back was red from all the colour, except in small patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soaped hands to touch her at the waist, his hands getting drawn to the sexy folds on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her back. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him hold her by her naked waist for a while, before whispering "My back Rohit. Remove all the red from it".
Nodding with a flush, he moved his hands, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like full breasts. Sushma had her hands across her chest and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain reddish areas where the colour didn't come off easily. Sushma didn't feel anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's lush back that his hands got slower and slower and his breathing heavier.
The sexy mother felt her son's breath on her naked, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool him. She quickly turned on the shower and the spray of cool water wet both mother and son as they stood within a foot of each other, Rohit holding his Mom's back, unable to hold his erection. He was drenched too within no time and heard his mother's full laughter. "How's the reward for your efficient work?" she laughed, still with her back to him.
Rohit forced a laugh onto himself and asked his Mom to now dry up so that he could take his bath and remove the colour from his body. Sushma gallantly offered to return the favour and do her son's back. With a sense of glee, Rohit stripped off his shirt and presented his back to his Mom. With the shower still running, Sushma soaped her hands into a rich lather and started rubbing her son's slender back, totally naked at the top.
Rohit had his back to his semi nude mother as she continued to treat his back to a half rub and half caress. Her husband's disgusting behavior last night had left Sushma more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kisses and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the remotest tinge of remorse for having left her high and dry at his boss' party and now showed absolute callousness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked wife felt that she didn't deserve his attitude or his attributes. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned.
She ran her hands over her naked body as if in reassurance but realized with a smile that the high voltage fucking she had been receiving over the last couple of days were a far greater assurance of her desirability. And the fact that she was able to draw teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous body and leave them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a total flesh magnet who drew men and boys of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of feels and squeezes which her younger son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her body to people rather than the mind and she resigned herself to the fact.
Midway through her introspection, her son Rohit walked in to announce that he was leaving for school and left immediately when he saw his mother lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the covers. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her husband's presence in the bedroom. Her comfort levels with nudity had been rising over time and now Rohit wondered where she was headed to.
The moment Rohit left the house, Sushma raised her nude body off the bed and went across to shut the door. She was naked in the confidence that she would now be alone in the house. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the sofa and spread one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her hand around the lower abdomen, she clicked the television on and saw some songs being telecast.
The horny housewife looked quite obscene in that posture with her pinkish cuntlips being wide open in case there was a viewer. Crusted cum deposits decorated her inner thighs and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two raunchy numbers,
Sushma herself began to feel raunchy and started to imagine herself in the hands of the various lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead danseuse in those songs. A tide of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would look on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and strong male dancers.
She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell rang.
TBC ... Part 12.
Sorry for the extreme delay. I understand that this type of delay robs the charm of the story, but I promise that now since I have started posting further parts, I will share all the remaining parts sooner than expected. Till then enjoy reading.
The satiated mother suddenly wondered whether she would feel the same way kissing Rohit, or Ranvir. The thought made her shiver but she realized that there was little to choose between Prem and Rohit. Ranvir kissed her regularly but never on the lips. Rohit hardly ever kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near when Ranvir would kiss her on the lips.
He was aggressive and he was physical. On her part she would stop none, she reasoned. She would not do anything that would mar their adoloscent growth and send discordant impulses about sexuality. They had to learn about sex the natural way and they had to learn about sexual propriety also the natural way, even if it was a bit delayed and at the cost of her own discomfort.
All her life, she never said no to a hug and never refused an advance from decent males. For her sons she believed that the greatest discipline was self discipline. But deep within she felt that she may have to play a role in Rohit's realization. He was too silent, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Sushma prayed that he wasn't turning gay. She almost thought of asking Prem but looking at his big hands on her sweaty breasts and his dick half out of her ravished pussy, she decided that the moment was later.
The time was nearly two in the afternoon. Prem said goodbye and left the house, leaving Sushma naked on the sofa, contented and smiling. She went naked to the door and shut it with a sigh and pondered over the day's mindblowing series of events. There could not have been a better day for her lush, sex starved body. She was fucked by the milkman, fucked by her cousin, fucked twice by Salman, been on wanton display before the entire neighbourhood and been felt and groped well by atleast thirty horny males of all ages throughout a wet morning.
Following that, she had been given a weird but exciting fuck by Sam in his toilet and now Prem completed her day with two of the most robust fucks her needy body had ever been given. The marvellous thing about it all was that none of her ravishers made her feel slutty about the whole thing.
She still felt she was in command. "Was the day complete"? she wondered with a grin. It was only two in the afternoon. Expecting her son Rohit any minute and Ranvir a little later, she picked up her damp saree and sheer blouse and carried them naked into her bedroom. She dropped them for wash finally and with a sigh, examined her nude body in the mirror.
Her luscious breasts hung like ripe fruits on her broad, fair chest and as she moved her hands over them she stroked them casually and went further down her expansive waist and belly. Her fingers stopped at her belly button. For a second she dug into it gently as if to ascertain and discover what was it that made her son Ranvir so enamoured by it. The moment her finger stroked inside its depths, she felt a moistening in her loins and a throb right down from her lower abdomen. She could feel her pussy come alive and the impulses almost carried upto her navel.
She felt she could see it opening up wider, as if aching for further probing. Amazingly, her navel looked like a pussy to her, displaying the same wanton openness and craving. Now is this what her son loved to explore, she thought with a sense of surprise, but not with any alarm. She was never alarmed by someone wanting her ripe body. Just then she heard the doorbell ring. She knew it was Rohit. Having no time to dress, she took a biggish towel and wrapped it around her full, naked form and went to open the door. Along the way, as was her habit, her right hand, wound its way under the towel to caress her pussy, which had plenty of Prem's cum on it. It was nice to feel the ooze and she slipped nearly half her finger inside her twat, to gather all the wetness.
Before any serious probing could begin she reached the door and opened it with her left hand, removing her right hand from her pussy at the same time. She saw Rohit with two bags. "Mom, I brought lunch for all of us, since it was getting late", announced Rohit.
Sushma gushed fondly at his thoughtfulness and instinctively reached out to caress his face with her right hand. "Thank you dear", she whispered as her hand brushed his cheek, caressing it for a few moments. Rohit felt the sharpness of the odour from his mother's hand and inhaled, confused over its source. "Your hand smells funny Mom, what's it?", he asked, entering the room and placing the bags on the dining table.
Getting a start, Sushma fumbled for a minute before replying "Oh, it was the soap I was trying to get open for washing clothes when you rang the bell". "You must be hungry Mom, let's have food. Ranvir will come later", said Rohit, spreading out the plates and beginning to serve out the hot Chinese food into two plates.
Sushma sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly ate for the next ten minutes, not at all surprised at how hungry they were.There was no mention about the doctor Rohit had left the house to call. On finishing, Sushma thanked Rohit again for his thoughtfulness and rose to wash her hands.
Rohit watched her movements with interest, particularly observing her huge asscheeks jutting out at the base of her hips and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the exposed area from her knees to her bare feet served a horny reminder of the day's events and the high octane action his mother's lush body had been subjected to.
He caressed his cock through the trousers as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a surprised attention when she said "I'm going to bathe Rohit and I'll call you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need help to get the color fully off".
"Sure Mom," he mumbled, not sure whether his mother noticed the lump in his throat.
Sushma turned on the shower and for the first time since the previous day, began to enjoy a full fledged bath. She felt the water cascade over her bountiful breasts and flow teasingly all over her body, lots of it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her passions and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her well ravished, glowing form and for a full ten minutes she revelled in the twin pleasures offered by the strong shower and her own rubbing.
She couldn't say that she missed having a bath with all the merciless dunking she received that morning, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy body. The bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her face with a naughty smile and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn't reach it to wash the colour away.
"Rohit could you please come and help me", she called out through the half open door. She had left the door open for Rohit to come in later, but was herself naked during her luxurious bath. Rohit was ogling his mother's nakedly glorious body through the vertical slit at the corner of the door and the moment she called out, he entered just in time to see her wrap her towel around her waist and turn her back towards him.
Rohit kept looking at Sushma's wide wet back with the soft flesh around her flaring waist. She had tied the towel almost at the beginning of her asscrack. Her back was red from all the colour, except in small patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soaped hands to touch her at the waist, his hands getting drawn to the sexy folds on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the touch. She hadn't expected that her son would go straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her back. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him hold her by her naked waist for a while, before whispering "My back Rohit. Remove all the red from it".
Nodding with a flush, he moved his hands, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like full breasts. Sushma had her hands across her chest and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain reddish areas where the colour didn't come off easily. Sushma didn't feel anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom's lush back that his hands got slower and slower and his breathing heavier.
The sexy mother felt her son's breath on her naked, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool him. She quickly turned on the shower and the spray of cool water wet both mother and son as they stood within a foot of each other, Rohit holding his Mom's back, unable to hold his erection. He was drenched too within no time and heard his mother's full laughter. "How's the reward for your efficient work?" she laughed, still with her back to him.
Rohit forced a laugh onto himself and asked his Mom to now dry up so that he could take his bath and remove the colour from his body. Sushma gallantly offered to return the favour and do her son's back. With a sense of glee, Rohit stripped off his shirt and presented his back to his Mom. With the shower still running, Sushma soaped her hands into a rich lather and started rubbing her son's slender back, totally naked at the top.
Rohit had his back to his semi nude mother as she continued to treat his back to a half rub and half caress. Her husband's disgusting behavior last night had left Sushma more than just annoyed despite the fact that it facilitated some licentious sex for her neglected body. Now after being subjected to some cursory kisses and gropes he had sped off, leaving her naked and anguished all over again. He never seemed to display the remotest tinge of remorse for having left her high and dry at his boss' party and now showed absolute callousness in announcing that he was leaving that evening for a week. The well stacked wife felt that she didn't deserve his attitude or his attributes. But he deserved getting cheated upon, she sighed and reasoned.
She ran her hands over her naked body as if in reassurance but realized with a smile that the high voltage fucking she had been receiving over the last couple of days were a far greater assurance of her desirability. And the fact that she was able to draw teenage studs to her mature, voluptuous body and leave them panting for more made her feel rather proud of herself. She was a total flesh magnet who drew men and boys of all ages, including her own son perhaps, she smiled, recollecting the series of feels and squeezes which her younger son had subjected her to that morning. Even without trying, she related more through her body to people rather than the mind and she resigned herself to the fact.
Midway through her introspection, her son Rohit walked in to announce that he was leaving for school and left immediately when he saw his mother lying down on her belly, presumably naked under the covers. He didn't think that she had covered up either during her son's or her husband's presence in the bedroom. Her comfort levels with nudity had been rising over time and now Rohit wondered where she was headed to.
The moment Rohit left the house, Sushma raised her nude body off the bed and went across to shut the door. She was naked in the confidence that she would now be alone in the house. As she shut the door, she first walked across to the sofa and spread one leg over the arm of the sofa and left the other leg down. Keeping her hand around the lower abdomen, she clicked the television on and saw some songs being telecast.
The horny housewife looked quite obscene in that posture with her pinkish cuntlips being wide open in case there was a viewer. Crusted cum deposits decorated her inner thighs and outer lips. She had still not decided when to bathe. After watching two raunchy numbers,
Sushma herself began to feel raunchy and started to imagine herself in the hands of the various lesser artistes who always got to grope and feel the lead danseuse in those songs. A tide of titillation ran through her as she wondered how she would look on stage being thoroughly felt up by ten young and strong male dancers.
She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell rang.
TBC ... Part 12.
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She was cunt caressing her way through another raunchy number, nakedly spread out on the sofa, when she suddenly heard the doorbell ring
The sexy housewife was alarmed because she was naked, aroused and no clothes were within reach.
Who's it?" she called out from her lewd position on the sofa. She was relieved to hear a female voice reply. It was Sana , the neighbor’s seventeen year old daughter. She was Salman's sister.
"I'm coming in a minute", called out the nude woman as she quickly went into the bedroom and pulled on a petticoat. She draped a small towel over her chest and went to open the door for Sana , her back fully bare and her breasts bouncing and jutting out through the thin towel.
Sana came in and looked at the beautiful mature woman's body from head to toe. Sushma was her idol and Sana 's reason for idolizing her was that all the neighborhood boys, kept talking only about Sushma in total lust and awe rather than about younger girls like herself. Even her boyfriend Sam joked that if Sana had an ass like Sushma's, he would have a hard time warding off other guys from her.
Sushma blushed when she saw the teenage girl examining her all over. She asked her in and brought out some coffee for both of them. Sana kept glancing at Sushma all through, noting the way her melon like breasts, swung freely, unfettered by any restrictive clothing. She was also perplexed that Sushma's nipples were erect even at this time of the day. She knew little about Sushma's appetite for hard sex and her ever horny disposition.
In her eyes she was the good housewife who couldn't help it if she was blessed with a well stacked, knock out body. They chatted for long, Sushma blushing every time the teenager poked her waist to tell her she was very desirable even for women. It was cheerful banter.
Suddenly Sana said, "Aunt Sushma you looked rather sexy the other day while skipping". A bit puzzled, Sushma thanked her sweetly.
"I mean very sexy Aunt Sushma", the teenager spoke out. "Many men praised you and some even went crazy talking about you."
Sushma was a bit concerned and asked her "Who went crazy Sana "?. "Everyone Aunt Sushma.
I heard all the old men go wild, especially when your saree top fell off. They all wanted to get close to you. That's why you were dunked the most. Never meet them without Uncle Pradeep in future Aunt Sushma," she warned innocently.
Sushma blushed red on hearing all this from the innocent girl. She laughed it off saying it was fun and added however that she would be careful in future.
Time flew and it was getting closer to lunch time. Suddenly Sana suggested that they should order lunch from their family restaurant. Sushma agreed, relieved that she needn't have to cook. Sana quickly phoned her restaurant, ordering enough food to take care of Rohit, Ranvir and a couple of others also if necessary.
The food arrived shortly and with the food came Salman and Sam. Both were at the restaurant when Sana called and they decided to bring it themselves. Salman had Sushma in mind while Sam had Sana also in mind.
When Sushma saw the boys arrive, she slipped into the bedroom and put on a light green transparent saree over the petticoat and a sleeveless blouse, braless on her chest. She noticed after wearing it that the blouse, already low cut, had the top button torn off. She shrugged and went to greet the boys.
The guys were in high spirits with Sam constantly teasing sana and salman giving hungry looks towards Sushma. After a while, Sushma decided to fetch the plates and lay the food on the table. As expected by Sushma, Salman offered to help instantly.
The moment they went into the kitchen, Salman caught hold of the voluptuous wife by her generous hips and thrust into her saree covered ass, his hands fully covering her braless blouse and milking her tits. Sushma resisted for a while in discomfort but knew that she couldn't for too long.
She kept eyeing the living room, hoping that Sana wouldn't suddenly decide to help out too. Sushma's hands tried to assemble some plates and dishes together while her pussy tried to fight off the gushing juices from deep within her loins. The young teenager showed great anxiety in his mauling of the well endowed wife's body from head to toe. His hands covered her clothed form everywhere and then suddenly he reached from beneath her saree and shoved his hand right up to her wet twat, cupping and feeling it in a strong grip.
Sushma gasped and let out a light squeal. Her body began to experience the familiar concussions and her breasts were already quivering from his pawing. She was scared they would be heard.
Salman suddenly shouted out to Sam from the kitchen, "Hey Sam we forgot the rice but brought all the other dishes. Would you mind going across and fetching it. Sana may like to come with you.".
"Sure Salman," said Sam and he rose gladly. Neither Sushma nor Sana suspected that this was preplanned by the two guys. They had left the rice outside deliberately on the doorstep. Sam got his time with the beauteous Sana while Salman had the lush and sexy Sushma free and horny. The door closed and the floodgates opened for the illicit couple.
Standing in the same place, Sushma and Salman began a rapid fire fucking with Sushma leaning back on the kitchen table. In the last two days the kitchen table was used for anything but food preparation. She was already dripping wet when Salman entered her. Looking into his young face as he pumped into her, Sushma was all raptures as the young stud’s thrusts drove the blues of her husband's neglect away.
Her breasts rose and fell and Salman, noticing their vigorous bounce, cupped them lovingly at first but only to roughly mash them as if wanting to reduce them to pulp. Sushma's lust skyrocketed to great heights as she simply allowed the horny boy to have his way with her overheated sex starved body.
Five minutes of ceaseless pounding into the lusty housewife's cunt had Salman spewing out spoonfuls of seed deep inside her womb, hugging her wholesome body ardently while doing so. It was a mind-blowing experience for Sushma to be so ravished. His vigor pleased her and his cock still felt hard inside her sodden pussy even after the battering he had given her. She kissed him deeply, sucking on his tongue greedily.
Not letting Salman's cock out of her cunt, Sushma shifted the two of them in small leaps towards the bedroom. A surprised Salman understood her intention and let himself hop along with her right onto her bed. The feel of his still erect cock in her cum washed pussy continued to stoke the fires in her belly. She craved for another pounding. A young man always came quickly first. But young cock shot back to erection quickly too. Her ripe body could never be satisfied with a single round of sex.
She craved for the next round ravenously. She was a bunny for the second fuck. She was a slave to young cock. Knowing they had at least another ten minutes the sex charged couple took off on the adulterous mother's marital bed. It was the bed on which she spent pregnant months with Rohit and Ranvir. It was the bed on which she breast fed them both into delicious slumber. It was now the bed on which she was getting her brains fucked out of her by the neighborhood stud.
Again here, he was fucking her doggie style. She was on all fours and he was ramming her juicy cunt from behind. Their combined juices trickled out down her voluptuous thighs to soak the bed sheet fully. The fucking and the soaking continued for the next ten minutes, during which the horny woman mewled, screamed and cried out on ecstasy without the fear of being heard. She gave full vent to her bursting passion by imploring him to fuck her hard and true.
"Fuck me hard Salman", she begged. "Fuck my cock starved pussy. Fuck your friend's horny Mom, " she wailed, surprising Salman with her wantonness. He never thought that the beautiful Mrs. S. could be this vulgar even though he was thrilled that she was adulterous. He literally rammed and rammed his steely cock in and out of her pulsating cunt till the stage came when she was about to cream. He could feel her cunt muscles tighten around his thrusting cock and the milking get more frenzied. His absolute mauling of her heaving breasts reached bigger proportions and finally both of them collapsed in a heap on the creaking bed, going through convulsive orgasms with Salman lying on top of the mature woman's huge ass, sweating and panting, while Sushma herself sobbed and panted her way through her release.
The mating couple looked terribly obscene on the wet bed and it took them five minutes to disentangle themselves from each other's hold. Salman pulled up his trousers and said "Let me help you dress Mrs. S", and went over to tuck her saree into her waist. He squeezed the flesh there in approval, drawing a moan from the well fucked mother.
They tidied each other up as best as they could and went into the living room just in time to hear the bell. Sam and Sana entered with flushed looks on their faces. Neither Sushma nor Salman asked them any questions and the two couples ate in total silence.
It was a full meal and took more than fifteen minutes. Sushma felt a little soreness in her pussy and once in a while cupped it with her left hand in the course of her meal.
Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his lips. Sushma turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything.
To be contd.... Part 13
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Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his lips. Sushma turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything.
She was red because she felt Sam's interest create a further ripple in her lower belly. After the meal, Sana said she had to attend an art class and requested her brother to drop her. She wanted to be free of Sam because of the fear of any doubts in Aunt Sushma's mind about them. Aunt Sushma sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state, as Salman led his sister out of the house, agreeing to drop her. He closed the door shut behind him, not looking at Sam.
Sam cast a glance at the silent mother next to him. She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her saree having fallen off from her creamy shoulders. He placed his hands gently on her lower, exposed belly and ran it in circles, feeling the softness and caressing it.
Sushma gave him a tired smile but did not stop him. She however said, "I'm tired Sam".
"Did he do it hard and well?", enquired Sam softly of the adulterous woman.
A wee bit surprised but not shocked, Sushma answered, "Yes Sam. He fucks well. I'm sore now and my body aches all over".
"Don't worry Mrs. S. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll not hurt you." Saying this he took the hand of the sexy housewife and made her lie down flat on the sofa.
Sam kissed her face all over lovingly and even lapped her sweat beads in a tender show of affection. He kept kissing her for a full five minutes all over her face and lips, holding her full shoulders and then gradually moved his head to bury it in the full mounds on her chest. He bit the nipples though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this time making Sushma clutch his head. He spent another five minutes on her breasts, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her full and huge midriff.
Sushma gasped as his lips found her navel and let out a fully aroused moan, long enough to let him understand that he had her almost at his mercy.
After his nibbling covered the entire territory of her belly and exposed hips, she was a heaving mass of flesh before him. The sexy mother heaved her hips and jerked them towards his face.
The very understanding, sensitive painter then raised the horny mother's saree up to her waist and dipped his head right into the mature woman's twat. His tongue probed like a paintbrush into her dripping pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud.
Sushma's body throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her hands gripped his hair and she pushed his head into her steaming cunt, so that his tongue could go deeper and deeper. Sam obliged the lust aroused older woman, inhaling her musky aroma with a loud sniff, which made her pussy lips dance with delight and passion. Sam led the sore woman out of her soreness with his finesse and expertise.
Sushma was now spread out lewdly, legs splayed apart invitingly, with 'Fuck Me' written in bold letters all over her voluptuous, well used body. She looked pleadingly towards her young lover, her eyes doing the asking. Sam felt her pussy and it was so soaked and dripping that he felt she could take three dicks.
He thrust his hand first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his hand and brought out his hard and eager dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the married woman's horny cunt, feeling her cunt muscles spring up from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Sushma felt her senses leave her as Sam began a slow and steady fucking motion.
He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His dick had also got itself out of the first fuck hastiness with Sana earlier and right now he was well poised to give this horny mother a deliciously long fucking.
He knew she would love it. Long, deep and steady came the strokes of his cock in and out of Sushma's pussy. She raised her hips to provide the counter thrusts and he held her hips to support the thrusts. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor.
The sedate start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five minutes. Incredibly their fucking continued unabated for another five minutes till Sam felt Sushma's cunt muscles gripping his dick harder and harder until they suddenly released their hold. He gave one final violent thrust into her boiling pussy just then to time his release with hers. Both their releases were noiseless, filled with mutual comfort and understanding.
It was the mating of souls. Sushma never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam hard to herself and lavished his face with hot and sweaty kisses for long moments. She lay in his arms for a long time, feeling the passion drain out of her well fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like a true woman. Sam on his part, looked smug and content, watching the half naked mother's beautiful features which looked better each time they made love.
If only she'd agree, she'd make a great and natural model for his brush or camera. Sushma, not realizing her lover's intention, rose as she heard the clock strike three pm. It was getting time for her men to start arriving one by one. She whispered the same to Sam, who also rose, holding her by her naked waist, stroking her lush ass as they gathered themselves together. It was 3 in the afternoon and Sushma's ripe body was already pleasured by four young studs, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive lover.
Each was a different experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, relaxed sex. Sushma loved both. The hurried sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her sounds but raised her release levels to untouched peaks. The relaxed fucking spread the impulses to all parts of her sexy body making every pore of her skin glow in response. Here, lying bare ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glow, making Sam gaze in continued amazement. Sushma turned red when she saw Sam's adoring eyes. Then her eyes turned soft and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his hands cupping her radiant face and kissing her deeply.
Sushma, with the lust temporarily out of her system was a bit concerned about the time. In about half an hour, her sons would arrive. Her husband would come to collect his bags before leaving for his flight but she could never predict the time of his arrival. But she was sure he would leave soon after his arrival in a tearing hurry. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more time they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big breasts softly. His after sex play was very tender and mature for a boy of his age.
Sushma removed her wet lips from his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say."Your lips taste like honey, Aunt Sushma. Haven't tasted anything sweeter than them. And I mean both your lips", he smiled suggestively, with a glint in his eyes.
Sushma blushed beautifully at his wicked line, her hand involuntarily moving to her pussy mound, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must have secreted a bottle full of juices, or honey if she were to believe his flattery.
She kept cupping her pussy while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his part let his hands roam freely on her full breasts. Their bodies once again exchanged the warmth of perfect physical understanding.
Suddenly Sam suggested, "Why don't we do the honey test"? Fully understanding his idea, Sushma turned redder than ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew they had very little or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that extra special manner. But she was confused and lost for time.
Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of honey. Before the sexy wife could talk, he opened it and poured a few drops right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussy. That made the beautiful woman gasp in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread the honey all over her pussy lips, dragging the sweet liquid deeper to encircle her love bud.
The horny housewife's legs were wrapped around her young lover's head on the sofa, her hands on his head, with his head buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and naked and his delicious act generated further heat in her body, causing her luscious hips to start a slow grind against his lapping face. Her cunt was a mess with her own juices, his cum and the honey. The resultant taste and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved woman's body for days together. Her secretion levels were overwhelming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, voluptuous body at his disposal.
He continued nibbling and digging into the aroused housewife's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Sushma's first reaction was panic but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pick up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She donned her petticoat with the honey treated juices dripping from her heated pussy. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly fucked housewife, opened the door to let in her children.
Rohit and Ranvir entered and simply stared at their disheveled mother. Her body was sweaty, hair uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with perspiration. Sweat had dampened her full cleavage too and Ranvir found his mother's breasts to be fascinating mounds by themselves. Instead of his usual movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his face into her large cleavage, his hands rubbing her bare back. Rohit saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Sushma smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every pore of his full bodied mother and Rohit's dick acknowledged the fact.
Rohit and Ranvir straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the rich spread from the restaurant. In the course of feeding her kids, Sushma got back to sanity until Ranvir suddenly noticed the bottle of honey lying on the living room table and said "Mom do we use honey for any of these things to taste better?"
Embarrassed, Sushma found a way out by stating that she had mixed honey with tea in the morning as a health prescription.
"No wonder you look so nice and healthy Mom", chipped in Ranvir in unabashed appreciation.
Rohit looked up at his Mom and saw her looking at him too. They all smiled together at Ranvir's compliment. It was just before her sons finished their food that the adulterous mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen door.
He did so but not before grabbing the lusty housewife by her waist and giving a long and wet kiss on her full lips. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen door. Hoping that her sons had not heard the kiss, the lusty mother returned to clear the table, while her sons went to change their clothes. She felt sticky all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had slurped away most of the honey and deep within she could still feel the light dabs of his tongue all over her insides. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bathe before her bodily mess was too obvious to her kids.
The bath was cleansing more than refreshing for the straying wife and mother. In the course of ten minutes she wiped out every trace of her hot sex sessions that her body could carry. What she could not wipe out was the extra fresh glow on her face which came only from good, fulfilling fucking.
Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi transparent saree and wore it without a petticoat. She also matched it with a white blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her hips and settled at the lowest possible level. It did look like it would fall right off her juicy body any moment. The transparent texture gave ample hints of her trimmed bush and full thighs from the front and her well rounded but firm asscheeks from the rear. With her full bodied charms being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a lust angel in white. Her beautiful face was relegated to the background by her opulent curves protruding fully out of her flimsy saree and tight blouse. Wanting to spend some time with her kids, she walked towards Rohit's room.
On the way she heard the bell. She opened the door to see the flower vendor. She gave him his most heavenly sight of the day, her full breasts showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff exposed all the way down to her thick black bush. She saw his eyes focused on the V region between her thighs and crossed them as if to draw his attention. His gaze right into her bush sent a mild pleasure impulse through her body. She allowed him to caress her hand while giving the flowers.
Even as the door was open she lifted her hands above her head to secure the flowers in her hair. In doing so the housewife's entire midriff embedded with that deep and provocative navel was on display to the flower seller. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the lady as much as tripped, her whole saree would come untied, leaving her glorious, fleshy charms open to the world. Sushma smiled as she shut the door on him. The sexy mother entered Rohit's room to find Ranvir also there. Rohit was at his table studying while Ranvir was on the bed trying to read something. Sushma took a book and slipped next to Ranvir, lying on her stomach.
She took one of her favorite romantic novels to read. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her well toned and fair calves. Rohit looked at his sexy mother's form. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white saree and being on her stomach, her curvy waist and hips were totally exposed to their gaze. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about eighty percent of her back bare right up to her asscrack. With flowers in her hair she looked every inch a bride on her wedding night and in that minimal clothing she looked a bride who ached for a fucking. Sushma turned around suddenly onto her back while reading. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally swept off her shoulders and the bottom of the saree was now almost midway up her thighs. Sushma kept reading, seemingly unaware of the body display she was putting on. Her attire was nothing new before her kids and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her ample thighs. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath and her belly responded with smaller heaving motions of its own.
She looked a delectable piece of beauty and Rohit felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd body language. He saw Ranvir also notice their horny mother. Ranvir swung into action very soon. He kept his book aside and placed his head on his Mom's juicy belly. Sushma stirred but did not make any sudden move. Ranvir began his exploratory exercise of his mother's fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in slow and steady licks. He concentrated on the ticklish and sensitive zone around her deep navel and actually lapped at it.
Sushma continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her hand on her son's head lightly but did not look down. Ranvir carried his fascination for his mother's hot body to higher levels when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both mother and son again settled into their respective pursuits. Sushma could feel the tide rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The juices gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was sure that Ranvir could sniff her arousal aroma. If Ranvir sniffed it he didn't show it but his hands now fully encircled his mother's big hips and drew her lush lower body further into his face. Sushma's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by her younger son. Looking at her, Rohit felt she looked ripe and ready for fucking from the manner in which she was writhing her hips trying to appear normal.
Her horniness carried across the room towards him and when he saw her face, the troubled features starkly reflected the burning lust within her. Ranvir brought everyone out of their skins when he moved his head closer to Sushma's bosom and said
"Mom, when was the last time I had milk from your breasts"? A stunned Sushma looked at her son's head which was just a few inches from her right breast. Rohit felt his cock harden at the sight of his younger brother looking at his Mom's breast while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her saree top off. "You were very young then Ranvir. You cannot drink any more now from them", she whispered in reply also feeling excited that her breasts were being discussed by her son. "Why can't I drink from them now", queried Ranvir, taking both his mother and Rohit aghast.
His hands were still on her fleshy, almost fully exposed hips. Her saree had slipped even lower and Rohit could see that the beginnings of his mother's lower hips. Ranvir's hand was resting on that ridiculously exposed part as he talked. The sexually troubled mother managed to mutter, "No milk will come out now Ranvir".
But Sushma's younger son would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering her to allow him to taste her milk in a childish demonstration of stubbornness. Rohit wondered whether his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the situation.
Suddenly to his utter amazement and wild arousal, he saw his well breasted mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one full boob and thrust it into Ranvir's accepting mouth. His cock ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just kept silent as Ranvir feasted on his mother's boob while his hands were still placed on her full, exposed hips. Rohit adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn't take his eyes off that wild sight. Ranvir kept suckling for one full minute, during which Sushma simply sat back, head up, chest out, wearing a smile that occasionally turned to a red blush. Rohit could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no move to remove her son's head from her juicy tit.
Finally it was Ranvir himself who rose with a snigger saying that there was no milk and the taste was not as good as he thought. Sushma still smiled at her son. Then came the moment even Rohit didn't expect. Sushma turned to Rohit, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the same exposed pose asked her elder son "Do you want to try too?" A stunned Rohit just shook his head. He was hard and his balls were almost bursting by then. Sushma sighed and slowly, without any sense of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her hips upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of her thigh. In a minute she turned and in the same semi naked condition, slept with her back to her son Rohit, showing him the full and high cheeked glory of her ass.
Ranvir had left the room after his boob suckling, leaving Rohit alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the well exposed body of his Mom, a few feet away, bursting all over with curves, the young son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking care not to make any sound. He kept looking at his mother's massive derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack throughout his frantic masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his eyes off his mother's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Sushma did not realize what Rohit was doing but was lost in her own world of lust after all the attention she got from her son. It did not bother her mind as much as it bothered her hot body.
Ranvir had got her juices started all over again. Her right hand rested again on her pussy through her transparent saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete strokes since Rohit was in the room. Rohit observed every single movement of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to. After a while Rohit rose deciding that he had to take a walk to cool off. Ranvir had already gone off to his friend's place. He whispered into his mother's ear that he would be gone for an hour or so and Sushma nodded in her partial slumber.
Rohit took one look at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and absolute beauty of her face. He also noted that her saree had now gone right past her thighs to just a few inches below her hot pussy. He left the house and locked the door behind him before he burst a blood vessel. Within minutes after Rohit's leaving the house, Sushma heard the front door ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to open it. Pradeep entered the house in a hurry but paused only for a while to take in his wife’ attire and dreamy look. In that white saree she looked a dream. But the saree looked like it would slip right off her body. He caught her by the hips, surprising Sushma. Instead of the fondling and caressing which Sushma expected, he lifted the folds of the saree and tried to tuck them higher around her waist.
The saree refused to oblige and he let it fall again. Sushma held her husband by the shoulder, hoping that his planned departure for a week would make him a bit more romantic. But she was disappointed again when she saw Pradeep run into the bedroom to pack his bags. He took a few minutes and came back again to the living room to give a brief kiss to his stunning wife. Sushma limply accepted the kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his trip. Even those gallant attempts she had made to stroke his dick through his trousers did not jerk life into Pradeep. Life could not have got more frustrating for the lovely wife.
Not wanting to allow depression to sweep her, she readjusted her clothing around herself, slipped on a petticoat underneath her white saree and a black bra under her white blouse. She waited for Rohit and Ranvir to return. Her two sons were happy when their mother suggested that they go to the movies. Sushma simply decided to take her mind off all things sexual. The three of them reached the cinema house got their tickets. With Sushma in the middle, Ranvir and Rohit escorted their beautiful Mom inside. A bunch of local youths gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's lush ass sway away from them in a mind blowing manner. Sushma ignored them like she always did. Inside, while watching the film, both sons held their Mom's hands from either side possessively.
Ranvir was firmer in his grip and his elbows frequently brushed against the sides of her breasts. Sushma relaxed against his elbow after a while, engrossed in the film.
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Sam noticed her doing it and looked at her, licking his lips. Sushma turned red but didn't think that Sam suspected her of anything.
She was red because she felt Sam's interest create a further ripple in her lower belly. After the meal, Sana said she had to attend an art class and requested her brother to drop her. She wanted to be free of Sam because of the fear of any doubts in Aunt Sushma's mind about them. Aunt Sushma sat on quietly, looking pretty in her cum drenched state, as Salman led his sister out of the house, agreeing to drop her. He closed the door shut behind him, not looking at Sam.
Sam cast a glance at the silent mother next to him. She was smiling softly at him, the pallu of her saree having fallen off from her creamy shoulders. He placed his hands gently on her lower, exposed belly and ran it in circles, feeling the softness and caressing it.
Sushma gave him a tired smile but did not stop him. She however said, "I'm tired Sam".
"Did he do it hard and well?", enquired Sam softly of the adulterous woman.
A wee bit surprised but not shocked, Sushma answered, "Yes Sam. He fucks well. I'm sore now and my body aches all over".
"Don't worry Mrs. S. Just lie down on the sofa. I'll not hurt you." Saying this he took the hand of the sexy housewife and made her lie down flat on the sofa.
Sam kissed her face all over lovingly and even lapped her sweat beads in a tender show of affection. He kept kissing her for a full five minutes all over her face and lips, holding her full shoulders and then gradually moved his head to bury it in the full mounds on her chest. He bit the nipples though her blouse, making her moan. He bit them again, this time making Sushma clutch his head. He spent another five minutes on her breasts, worshipping them before he dipped his head onto her full and huge midriff.
Sushma gasped as his lips found her navel and let out a fully aroused moan, long enough to let him understand that he had her almost at his mercy.
After his nibbling covered the entire territory of her belly and exposed hips, she was a heaving mass of flesh before him. The sexy mother heaved her hips and jerked them towards his face.
The very understanding, sensitive painter then raised the horny mother's saree up to her waist and dipped his head right into the mature woman's twat. His tongue probed like a paintbrush into her dripping pussy and he rotated and licked it right onto her bud.
Sushma's body throbbed and set off as if on charge. Her hands gripped his hair and she pushed his head into her steaming cunt, so that his tongue could go deeper and deeper. Sam obliged the lust aroused older woman, inhaling her musky aroma with a loud sniff, which made her pussy lips dance with delight and passion. Sam led the sore woman out of her soreness with his finesse and expertise.
Sushma was now spread out lewdly, legs splayed apart invitingly, with 'Fuck Me' written in bold letters all over her voluptuous, well used body. She looked pleadingly towards her young lover, her eyes doing the asking. Sam felt her pussy and it was so soaked and dripping that he felt she could take three dicks.
He thrust his hand first into her cunt and she moaned out loudly. He withdrew his hand and brought out his hard and eager dick. Slowly and caringly he entered the married woman's horny cunt, feeling her cunt muscles spring up from nowhere to clasp his pussy pleaser. Sushma felt her senses leave her as Sam began a slow and steady fucking motion.
He dug into her slowly but never stopped fucking. His dick had also got itself out of the first fuck hastiness with Sana earlier and right now he was well poised to give this horny mother a deliciously long fucking.
He knew she would love it. Long, deep and steady came the strokes of his cock in and out of Sushma's pussy. She raised her hips to provide the counter thrusts and he held her hips to support the thrusts. Their bodies moved in perfect rhythm as if being orchestrated by an invisible conductor.
The sedate start rose to a crescendo which lasted another five minutes. Incredibly their fucking continued unabated for another five minutes till Sam felt Sushma's cunt muscles gripping his dick harder and harder until they suddenly released their hold. He gave one final violent thrust into her boiling pussy just then to time his release with hers. Both their releases were noiseless, filled with mutual comfort and understanding.
It was the mating of souls. Sushma never felt this well loved before. She hugged Sam hard to herself and lavished his face with hot and sweaty kisses for long moments. She lay in his arms for a long time, feeling the passion drain out of her well fucked body. She felt fully ravished. She felt fresh and glowing too. She felt wanted. She felt like a true woman. Sam on his part, looked smug and content, watching the half naked mother's beautiful features which looked better each time they made love.
If only she'd agree, she'd make a great and natural model for his brush or camera. Sushma, not realizing her lover's intention, rose as she heard the clock strike three pm. It was getting time for her men to start arriving one by one. She whispered the same to Sam, who also rose, holding her by her naked waist, stroking her lush ass as they gathered themselves together. It was 3 in the afternoon and Sushma's ripe body was already pleasured by four young studs, the newspaper boy, Prem, twice by Salman and now by Sam, the sensitive lover.
Each was a different experience, rousing in its own way. There was hurried sex and there was also delayed, relaxed sex. Sushma loved both. The hurried sex with the fear of getting caught stifled her sounds but raised her release levels to untouched peaks. The relaxed fucking spread the impulses to all parts of her sexy body making every pore of her skin glow in response. Here, lying bare ass naked on the sofa, she emitted that glow, making Sam gaze in continued amazement. Sushma turned red when she saw Sam's adoring eyes. Then her eyes turned soft and she reached out her arms to him. Sam sat next to her and embraced her, his hands cupping her radiant face and kissing her deeply.
Sushma, with the lust temporarily out of her system was a bit concerned about the time. In about half an hour, her sons would arrive. Her husband would come to collect his bags before leaving for his flight but she could never predict the time of his arrival. But she was sure he would leave soon after his arrival in a tearing hurry. Now as she kissed Sam fondly, she wondered how much more time they could be together. Sam mumbled something during his kiss, kneading her big breasts softly. His after sex play was very tender and mature for a boy of his age.
Sushma removed her wet lips from his mouth and asked him what he was trying to say."Your lips taste like honey, Aunt Sushma. Haven't tasted anything sweeter than them. And I mean both your lips", he smiled suggestively, with a glint in his eyes.
Sushma blushed beautifully at his wicked line, her hand involuntarily moving to her pussy mound, feeling its cum coated wetness. He had licked and slurped her so well there that she must have secreted a bottle full of juices, or honey if she were to believe his flattery.
She kept cupping her pussy while getting kissed deeply by Sam. Sam, on his part let his hands roam freely on her full breasts. Their bodies once again exchanged the warmth of perfect physical understanding.
Suddenly Sam suggested, "Why don't we do the honey test"? Fully understanding his idea, Sushma turned redder than ever before. Though the idea excited her, she knew they had very little or no time. She loved being treated the way Sam was treating her, in that extra special manner. But she was confused and lost for time.
Sam took the initiative and quickly ran into the kitchen and emerged with a bottle of honey. Before the sexy wife could talk, he opened it and poured a few drops right onto her puffed up, well ravished pussy. That made the beautiful woman gasp in pleasure and the gasp turned to a groan as she felt his tongue spread the honey all over her pussy lips, dragging the sweet liquid deeper to encircle her love bud.
The horny housewife's legs were wrapped around her young lover's head on the sofa, her hands on his head, with his head buried in her juicy snatch. She was already sweaty and naked and his delicious act generated further heat in her body, causing her luscious hips to start a slow grind against his lapping face. Her cunt was a mess with her own juices, his cum and the honey. The resultant taste and aroma felt heavenly to Sam and he suddenly realized that he could go on exploring this beautiful, depraved woman's body for days together. Her secretion levels were overwhelming and if stranded with her alone on an island, he thought he may be able to innovate on the kamasutra with her lusty, voluptuous body at his disposal.
He continued nibbling and digging into the aroused housewife's quivering cunt when they suddenly heard the doorbell ring. Sushma's first reaction was panic but she quickly composed herself and gestured to Sam that he should pick up his clothes and run into the kitchen. She donned her petticoat with the honey treated juices dripping from her heated pussy. Putting on her sleeveless blouse hastily, the sweating, soundly fucked housewife, opened the door to let in her children.
Rohit and Ranvir entered and simply stared at their disheveled mother. Her body was sweaty, hair uncombed and her fleshy midriff glistened with perspiration. Sweat had dampened her full cleavage too and Ranvir found his mother's breasts to be fascinating mounds by themselves. Instead of his usual movement towards her generous ass, he hugged her, digging his face into her large cleavage, his hands rubbing her bare back. Rohit saw his mother getting hugged and smiled at her. Sushma smiled back weakly at her son, leading the way in. Sex oozed out of every pore of his full bodied mother and Rohit's dick acknowledged the fact.
Rohit and Ranvir straightaway finished their food, pleasantly surprised at the rich spread from the restaurant. In the course of feeding her kids, Sushma got back to sanity until Ranvir suddenly noticed the bottle of honey lying on the living room table and said "Mom do we use honey for any of these things to taste better?"
Embarrassed, Sushma found a way out by stating that she had mixed honey with tea in the morning as a health prescription.
"No wonder you look so nice and healthy Mom", chipped in Ranvir in unabashed appreciation.
Rohit looked up at his Mom and saw her looking at him too. They all smiled together at Ranvir's compliment. It was just before her sons finished their food that the adulterous mother slipped into the kitchen and silently motioned to Sam to leave through the kitchen door.
He did so but not before grabbing the lusty housewife by her waist and giving a long and wet kiss on her full lips. He withdrew with a sound and left through the kitchen door. Hoping that her sons had not heard the kiss, the lusty mother returned to clear the table, while her sons went to change their clothes. She felt sticky all over and moist between her thighs. Sam had slurped away most of the honey and deep within she could still feel the light dabs of his tongue all over her insides. She experienced yet another shiver and decided that she should bathe before her bodily mess was too obvious to her kids.
The bath was cleansing more than refreshing for the straying wife and mother. In the course of ten minutes she wiped out every trace of her hot sex sessions that her body could carry. What she could not wipe out was the extra fresh glow on her face which came only from good, fulfilling fucking.
Coming out of the bath, she dried herself with mechanical efficiency and put on a white, semi transparent saree and wore it without a petticoat. She also matched it with a white blouse without a bra. The saree fell right down her hips and settled at the lowest possible level. It did look like it would fall right off her juicy body any moment. The transparent texture gave ample hints of her trimmed bush and full thighs from the front and her well rounded but firm asscheeks from the rear. With her full bodied charms being highlighted to their maximum, she looked a lust angel in white. Her beautiful face was relegated to the background by her opulent curves protruding fully out of her flimsy saree and tight blouse. Wanting to spend some time with her kids, she walked towards Rohit's room.
On the way she heard the bell. She opened the door to see the flower vendor. She gave him his most heavenly sight of the day, her full breasts showing through the sheer saree and her creamy midriff exposed all the way down to her thick black bush. She saw his eyes focused on the V region between her thighs and crossed them as if to draw his attention. His gaze right into her bush sent a mild pleasure impulse through her body. She allowed him to caress her hand while giving the flowers.
Even as the door was open she lifted her hands above her head to secure the flowers in her hair. In doing so the housewife's entire midriff embedded with that deep and provocative navel was on display to the flower seller. He kept looking on in astonishment at the sheer sensuality that was unleashed before him. He was worried that if the lady as much as tripped, her whole saree would come untied, leaving her glorious, fleshy charms open to the world. Sushma smiled as she shut the door on him. The sexy mother entered Rohit's room to find Ranvir also there. Rohit was at his table studying while Ranvir was on the bed trying to read something. Sushma took a book and slipped next to Ranvir, lying on her stomach.
She took one of her favorite romantic novels to read. While reading she lifted her legs up lazily and kept kicking slowly into thin air, revealing her well toned and fair calves. Rohit looked at his sexy mother's form. Her ass was clearly showing through the sheer white saree and being on her stomach, her curvy waist and hips were totally exposed to their gaze. The back of her blouse was as low cut as the front thereby leaving about eighty percent of her back bare right up to her asscrack. With flowers in her hair she looked every inch a bride on her wedding night and in that minimal clothing she looked a bride who ached for a fucking. Sushma turned around suddenly onto her back while reading. Her saree top which was already down, was now totally swept off her shoulders and the bottom of the saree was now almost midway up her thighs. Sushma kept reading, seemingly unaware of the body display she was putting on. Her attire was nothing new before her kids and she kept reading, not realizing that her saree rode right up to her ample thighs. Her breasts rose and fell with each breath and her belly responded with smaller heaving motions of its own.
She looked a delectable piece of beauty and Rohit felt that she could get raped if she continued with her lewd body language. He saw Ranvir also notice their horny mother. Ranvir swung into action very soon. He kept his book aside and placed his head on his Mom's juicy belly. Sushma stirred but did not make any sudden move. Ranvir began his exploratory exercise of his mother's fleshy midriff. He first kissed it all over in slow and steady licks. He concentrated on the ticklish and sensitive zone around her deep navel and actually lapped at it.
Sushma continued reading throughout this belly worship. She placed her hand on her son's head lightly but did not look down. Ranvir carried his fascination for his mother's hot body to higher levels when he suddenly blew hard into her navel, making the sexy mother squeal and laugh. But both mother and son again settled into their respective pursuits. Sushma could feel the tide rising in her loins. She got wetter and wetter with each nibble into her navel. The juices gushed out a bit from her pussy. She was sure that Ranvir could sniff her arousal aroma. If Ranvir sniffed it he didn't show it but his hands now fully encircled his mother's big hips and drew her lush lower body further into his face. Sushma's midriff was now glistening wet from all the wet kisses lavished by her younger son. Looking at her, Rohit felt she looked ripe and ready for fucking from the manner in which she was writhing her hips trying to appear normal.
Her horniness carried across the room towards him and when he saw her face, the troubled features starkly reflected the burning lust within her. Ranvir brought everyone out of their skins when he moved his head closer to Sushma's bosom and said
"Mom, when was the last time I had milk from your breasts"? A stunned Sushma looked at her son's head which was just a few inches from her right breast. Rohit felt his cock harden at the sight of his younger brother looking at his Mom's breast while she was almost obscenely sprawled on the bed with her saree top off. "You were very young then Ranvir. You cannot drink any more now from them", she whispered in reply also feeling excited that her breasts were being discussed by her son. "Why can't I drink from them now", queried Ranvir, taking both his mother and Rohit aghast.
His hands were still on her fleshy, almost fully exposed hips. Her saree had slipped even lower and Rohit could see that the beginnings of his mother's lower hips. Ranvir's hand was resting on that ridiculously exposed part as he talked. The sexually troubled mother managed to mutter, "No milk will come out now Ranvir".
But Sushma's younger son would not take this for an answer. He kept pestering her to allow him to taste her milk in a childish demonstration of stubbornness. Rohit wondered whether his brother was doing it deliberately but he couldn't make out from the situation.
Suddenly to his utter amazement and wild arousal, he saw his well breasted mother unbutton her blouse and whip out one full boob and thrust it into Ranvir's accepting mouth. His cock ached and ached at this horny sight. His already half exposed mother had now popped one of her boobs into her younger son's mouth and kept looking on bemused as he suckled wholesomely at that ripe offering. She just kept silent as Ranvir feasted on his mother's boob while his hands were still placed on her full, exposed hips. Rohit adjusted his cock in his pants but couldn't take his eyes off that wild sight. Ranvir kept suckling for one full minute, during which Sushma simply sat back, head up, chest out, wearing a smile that occasionally turned to a red blush. Rohit could see that his Mom was getting turned on by all that sucking but she made no move to remove her son's head from her juicy tit.
Finally it was Ranvir himself who rose with a snigger saying that there was no milk and the taste was not as good as he thought. Sushma still smiled at her son. Then came the moment even Rohit didn't expect. Sushma turned to Rohit, her blouse still unbuttoned and in the same exposed pose asked her elder son "Do you want to try too?" A stunned Rohit just shook his head. He was hard and his balls were almost bursting by then. Sushma sighed and slowly, without any sense of hurry buttoned her blouse and incredibly left her saree pallu remain down. She shifted back and slept sideways on the bed, her hips upwards, actually exposing the beginnings of her thigh. In a minute she turned and in the same semi naked condition, slept with her back to her son Rohit, showing him the full and high cheeked glory of her ass.
Ranvir had left the room after his boob suckling, leaving Rohit alone with his sexy mother. Seeing the well exposed body of his Mom, a few feet away, bursting all over with curves, the young son fished out his dick and stroked it smoothly, taking care not to make any sound. He kept looking at his mother's massive derrierre and peered to locate the asscrack throughout his frantic masturbation. He pumped and pumped at his cock, not taking his eyes off his mother's well endowed ass and came in big spurts, the first of which almost landed on the bed next to his sexy mom. Sushma did not realize what Rohit was doing but was lost in her own world of lust after all the attention she got from her son. It did not bother her mind as much as it bothered her hot body.
Ranvir had got her juices started all over again. Her right hand rested again on her pussy through her transparent saree and she kept giving her pussy discrete strokes since Rohit was in the room. Rohit observed every single movement of his horny mother because he guessed what she could be up to. After a while Rohit rose deciding that he had to take a walk to cool off. Ranvir had already gone off to his friend's place. He whispered into his mother's ear that he would be gone for an hour or so and Sushma nodded in her partial slumber.
Rohit took one look at his sleeping mother, digesting her exposed body and absolute beauty of her face. He also noted that her saree had now gone right past her thighs to just a few inches below her hot pussy. He left the house and locked the door behind him before he burst a blood vessel. Within minutes after Rohit's leaving the house, Sushma heard the front door ring again. Knowing that it was her husband she rose and quickly went to open it. Pradeep entered the house in a hurry but paused only for a while to take in his wife’ attire and dreamy look. In that white saree she looked a dream. But the saree looked like it would slip right off her body. He caught her by the hips, surprising Sushma. Instead of the fondling and caressing which Sushma expected, he lifted the folds of the saree and tried to tuck them higher around her waist.
The saree refused to oblige and he let it fall again. Sushma held her husband by the shoulder, hoping that his planned departure for a week would make him a bit more romantic. But she was disappointed again when she saw Pradeep run into the bedroom to pack his bags. He took a few minutes and came back again to the living room to give a brief kiss to his stunning wife. Sushma limply accepted the kiss and also the pat on the ass that followed after which he left for his trip. Even those gallant attempts she had made to stroke his dick through his trousers did not jerk life into Pradeep. Life could not have got more frustrating for the lovely wife.
Not wanting to allow depression to sweep her, she readjusted her clothing around herself, slipped on a petticoat underneath her white saree and a black bra under her white blouse. She waited for Rohit and Ranvir to return. Her two sons were happy when their mother suggested that they go to the movies. Sushma simply decided to take her mind off all things sexual. The three of them reached the cinema house got their tickets. With Sushma in the middle, Ranvir and Rohit escorted their beautiful Mom inside. A bunch of local youths gave catcalls when they saw the sexy mother's lush ass sway away from them in a mind blowing manner. Sushma ignored them like she always did. Inside, while watching the film, both sons held their Mom's hands from either side possessively.
Ranvir was firmer in his grip and his elbows frequently brushed against the sides of her breasts. Sushma relaxed against his elbow after a while, engrossed in the film.
TBC....14
Part14
Ranvir was firmer in his grip and his elbows frequently brushed against the sides of her breasts. Sushma relaxed against his elbow after a while, engrossed in the film.
Once in a while she felt Ranvir's hands on her thighs whenever a funny scene came on screen. He would just squeeze her thigh and remove his hand. Sushma became more and more aware of Ranvir's hands after that. By the end of the film, Ranvir had elbowed her tits almost throughout the film and squeezed her inner thighs at least seven to eight times.
Rohit observed most of this and only kept caressing his hard dick without his Mom's notice. Sushma was confused from all the happenings, but also very wet between her thighs. Her body knew only one way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting copious love juices. When the film ended they rose to leave. There was a long and winding staircase leading to the outside. Rohit fell back a bit while Ranvir held his mother's hand and walked down the stairs along with the movie going crowd.
There were plenty of guys who were eyeing the ample body of Sushma and some of them came right behind her and rubbed their dicks hard and swift against her ass. Sushma felt at least five of them grind their dicks into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a couple of strong kneads. Sushma didn't want to create a scene there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked body with her son’s right there.
Rohit however was observing all the fondling and groping being received by his luscious mother. It drove his dick into overdrive and he stored some of the images for masturbatory reference later in the night. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to look naked, then it was his mother's. As Sushma stepped off the last stair, she also felt her rear getting its last anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the situation she put her arms around her two sons and the trio left for home. They had a light dinner on reaching home and decided that it was bedtime.
Ranvir always slept with his mother whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner, Rohit could sense his brother's restlessness and eagerness to wind up his eating. He saw his Mom go to her bedroom for changing. When Sushma called out to Ranvir, the brothers could see that she had hardly changed. The sexy housewife had merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to the world. Ranvir cuddled up to his full bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shorts without any underwear.
Rohit waited until they had switched off the lights and crept up to the bedroom door which was unlocked. Through a small slit at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a night lamp. He could make out their shifting and moving forms and heard his beautiful Mom murmur many a time. He didn't hear Ranvir's voice but only his mother's soft moans and murmurs. His brother had one leg thrown over his sexy Mom's hips. He was hugging into her from behind, his head on her beautiful neck, his dick pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single layer of flimsy garment. His hand which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all over her huge, naked midriff. His Mom did not say anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of the night, at that moment, the telephone rang next to Sushma and her sleeping son.
Rohit continued watching and hearing. Sushma shifted herself onto her back and took the receiver to her ear. Ranvir's head now rested right in the center of her stomach, his lips just where he loved, on her navel. Her saree pallu was off and flung aside. It was Ram on the phone. Sushma felt the flow of blood quicken through her. Ranvir's ministrations had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not stop him. She also realized that she probably did not want to stop him. She was fully wet from feeling his young cock against her full ass and his eager stroking of her belly and hips added fuel to her raging fires. "Hi", she greeted in acknowledgement into the phone, her voice sounding quite sexy and husky. Ranvir was busy licking her navel and she had one hand lightly on his head.
"I'm back here and wanted to tell you that we can meet tomorrow", informed Ram in a gentle tone. "Mmmmmm,", moaned Sushma both as a reply and in response to the darting probe which Ranvir's tongue had just given to her belly button. Her juices were in full flow now. "Pradeep will be busy for at least a week. I missed you after that night", went on Ram, into Sushma's ears.
"Same here. I miss you now," whispered Sushma into the phone, pressing her left hand over her breasts after noticing that Ranvir's head was down on her belly, licking and gnawing her flesh. She gave a gasp when she felt her son's tongue rotate deeply in her navel. "What happened, are you all right", enquired Ram on hearing her gasp. "Yes, I'm OK, dear," mumbled Sushma, now feeling her son's hands encircle her hips fully while he sucked into her stomach. Her saree had slipped well below her hips now from the top and she could feel Ranvir's hand encounter her upper butt and cup the flesh warmly.
"Mmmmmm", she moaned, out of control again. "Your voice is making me go wild. I am in orbit now and stroking myself", said Ram lustily.
"Same thing is happening to me here", whispered the horny housewife to her illicit lover while her son's tongue continued to ravage her lush belly. His chest was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered whether he could feel her wetness. She was indeed dripping now.
Her left hand mashed her breasts over her thin blouse and she tweaked her nipples by herself and let out another long moan. Ranvir took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother. "Someday we must do it in office, on my desk", teased Ram. That made Sushma's blood rush and she barely managed a reply trying to battle the impulses of her son's licking of her navel.
His hands were actually now caressing the naked portion of her upper ass, the closest he got so far. From a distance it appeared to the watching Rohit that his brother was actually squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her pussy. Her conversation awakened his curiosity and craned his ear to listen.
"We will, I'm waiting for it," whimpered the horny mother into the phone holding her son's head in total arousal.
"And I want you to come braless to my office," said Ram.
"After fucking on my desk, I want you to slip under it topless and begin a long blowjob. I'll dictate a letter to my secretary as you blow me", went on Ram.
"Where would you like me to cum? Face or mouth?" "Mouth...", mumbled the overly aroused wife, her voice breaking away as a flood of juices washed over her insides.
This last line did it to her. The searing lust caused by her lover's lewd talk and her son's continuous loving worship of her heated body carried her past the final frontier.
She clutched her son's head hard as her juices oozed out of her pussy with a force that wet her saree around her crotch. Ranvir couldn't understand why his mother held his head so hard.
He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest which was pressed against his Mom's warm lap. The lap had been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her navel, past the huge belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glazed look. She had muttered a good night and tossed the phone away, her face and chest panting. Ranvir saw his mother's glorious boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away.
He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her crotch and her saree was bunched up around her hips, leaving her thighs fully naked. His cock ached and throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had followed parts of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked, "Mom, was that Dad on the phone"? Stunned to reality, the horny, adulterous mother looked down at her son in her almost naked lap and whispered softly, "Yes Ranvir, it was your father".
Her elder son, who was watching this explosive double sourced orgasm of his oversexed mother, knew better than that. he perversely thrilling sight of his sexy, half naked mother getting an orgasm talking to her husband's boss while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Rohit's teenage dick into overdrive. He groaned inwardly and ran into his bedroom clutching his cock. He pulled out an old photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that night making sure that he came on his Mom's face in the picture.
His mother's wantonness flashed vividly across, each time he masturbated. At the end of each ejaculation he couldn't help wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her adulterous escapades in future.
The oversexed mother, in the meanwhile felt herself sticky and wet both inside and outside. While her gushing juices washed her insides, her younger son's midriff and navel licking left her sticky all over the middle. She looked down after her release to his head which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer white saree, which was wet around the crotch. Both his hands were around her hips and his right hand was infact cupping her exposed upper butt. For a second she was ashamed of herself for orgasm right when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a wild pleasure. Ranvir's nibbling had turned her fires on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram's call came. His lewd talk was the trigger she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the impulses.
Now, after her orgasm, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire thigh region exposed. She could feel her pussy spasm mildly against Ranvir's chest and wondered how it would have been in the course of her phone talk and orgasm. The thought made the straying wife shiver. And the shiver brought out some excess lust from her loins. She was still troubled despite her release because she hadn't been fucked. Her ripe body hadn't received its fuck sedation.
If anything she felt hornier than before. Sushma had gone off to a difficult sleep in the same posture. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered that Ranvir had now changed his position. His body had drifted away but his head was now right on her crotch. But he was fast asleep with a half smile on his lips. Sushma smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's lips had been the previous night. They seemed to want to simply devour her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Ranvir realized the effect his squeezing and kissing was having on her.
Somehow she still couldn't take his acts to be out rightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her body, especially her navel and ass. Gently she lifted her son's head from her warm and damp pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree fall right off her juicy body onto the floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was half past five. The beautiful housewife went butt naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at least an hour before either of her sons woke up.
Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the same half nude state. She put on a petticoat and a black bra.
She wore the same white saree and blouse over the undergarments and decided to catch some fresh, early morning breeze. Leaving through the kitchen door, Sushma walked into the freshness of the dawn, towards the jogger’s park situated about 100 yards from her house.
Her white saree highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her squeeze waist flesh, while the black bra only served to draw sharp attention to her beautifully shaped breasts through the white blouse. Her navel was the instant draw from the front, peering out invitingly through the sheer white saree. Her rear view was irresistible with her heavy buttocks swaying provocatively with each step while her exposed upper hips and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet dream.
To the secretly following Rohit, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.
TBC....15
Ranvir was firmer in his grip and his elbows frequently brushed against the sides of her breasts. Sushma relaxed against his elbow after a while, engrossed in the film.
Once in a while she felt Ranvir's hands on her thighs whenever a funny scene came on screen. He would just squeeze her thigh and remove his hand. Sushma became more and more aware of Ranvir's hands after that. By the end of the film, Ranvir had elbowed her tits almost throughout the film and squeezed her inner thighs at least seven to eight times.
Rohit observed most of this and only kept caressing his hard dick without his Mom's notice. Sushma was confused from all the happenings, but also very wet between her thighs. Her body knew only one way to respond to caresses and that was by secreting copious love juices. When the film ended they rose to leave. There was a long and winding staircase leading to the outside. Rohit fell back a bit while Ranvir held his mother's hand and walked down the stairs along with the movie going crowd.
There were plenty of guys who were eyeing the ample body of Sushma and some of them came right behind her and rubbed their dicks hard and swift against her ass. Sushma felt at least five of them grind their dicks into her juicy ass. Two others actually felt her asscheeks firmly and gave a couple of strong kneads. Sushma didn't want to create a scene there and silently endured this vulgar attention that was lavished on her well stacked body with her son’s right there.
Rohit however was observing all the fondling and groping being received by his luscious mother. It drove his dick into overdrive and he stored some of the images for masturbatory reference later in the night. If ever there was an ass that didn't have to be naked to look naked, then it was his mother's. As Sushma stepped off the last stair, she also felt her rear getting its last anonymous grope and pawing. Resigning herself to the situation she put her arms around her two sons and the trio left for home. They had a light dinner on reaching home and decided that it was bedtime.
Ranvir always slept with his mother whenever his father was away. Throughout the dinner, Rohit could sense his brother's restlessness and eagerness to wind up his eating. He saw his Mom go to her bedroom for changing. When Sushma called out to Ranvir, the brothers could see that she had hardly changed. The sexy housewife had merely removed her petticoat and bra and was still in that seductive saree that exposed all her treasures to the world. Ranvir cuddled up to his full bodied mother and almost instantaneously his hand went to her belly button, fingering it continuously. He was wearing shorts without any underwear.
Rohit waited until they had switched off the lights and crept up to the bedroom door which was unlocked. Through a small slit at the side he peered into the room, lit only by a night lamp. He could make out their shifting and moving forms and heard his beautiful Mom murmur many a time. He didn't hear Ranvir's voice but only his mother's soft moans and murmurs. His brother had one leg thrown over his sexy Mom's hips. He was hugging into her from behind, his head on her beautiful neck, his dick pressing against her asscheeks, which were covered only by a single layer of flimsy garment. His hand which was exploring her juicy navel kept wandering all over her huge, naked midriff. His Mom did not say anything other than moan occasionally. In the still of the night, at that moment, the telephone rang next to Sushma and her sleeping son.
Rohit continued watching and hearing. Sushma shifted herself onto her back and took the receiver to her ear. Ranvir's head now rested right in the center of her stomach, his lips just where he loved, on her navel. Her saree pallu was off and flung aside. It was Ram on the phone. Sushma felt the flow of blood quicken through her. Ranvir's ministrations had been getting her hotter and hotter but she could not stop him. She also realized that she probably did not want to stop him. She was fully wet from feeling his young cock against her full ass and his eager stroking of her belly and hips added fuel to her raging fires. "Hi", she greeted in acknowledgement into the phone, her voice sounding quite sexy and husky. Ranvir was busy licking her navel and she had one hand lightly on his head.
"I'm back here and wanted to tell you that we can meet tomorrow", informed Ram in a gentle tone. "Mmmmmm,", moaned Sushma both as a reply and in response to the darting probe which Ranvir's tongue had just given to her belly button. Her juices were in full flow now. "Pradeep will be busy for at least a week. I missed you after that night", went on Ram, into Sushma's ears.
"Same here. I miss you now," whispered Sushma into the phone, pressing her left hand over her breasts after noticing that Ranvir's head was down on her belly, licking and gnawing her flesh. She gave a gasp when she felt her son's tongue rotate deeply in her navel. "What happened, are you all right", enquired Ram on hearing her gasp. "Yes, I'm OK, dear," mumbled Sushma, now feeling her son's hands encircle her hips fully while he sucked into her stomach. Her saree had slipped well below her hips now from the top and she could feel Ranvir's hand encounter her upper butt and cup the flesh warmly.
"Mmmmmm", she moaned, out of control again. "Your voice is making me go wild. I am in orbit now and stroking myself", said Ram lustily.
"Same thing is happening to me here", whispered the horny housewife to her illicit lover while her son's tongue continued to ravage her lush belly. His chest was pressed onto her pelvic region and she wondered whether he could feel her wetness. She was indeed dripping now.
Her left hand mashed her breasts over her thin blouse and she tweaked her nipples by herself and let out another long moan. Ranvir took it to be her usual moan while he played around with his mother. "Someday we must do it in office, on my desk", teased Ram. That made Sushma's blood rush and she barely managed a reply trying to battle the impulses of her son's licking of her navel.
His hands were actually now caressing the naked portion of her upper ass, the closest he got so far. From a distance it appeared to the watching Rohit that his brother was actually squeezing his Mom's naked ass and licking her pussy. Her conversation awakened his curiosity and craned his ear to listen.
"We will, I'm waiting for it," whimpered the horny mother into the phone holding her son's head in total arousal.
"And I want you to come braless to my office," said Ram.
"After fucking on my desk, I want you to slip under it topless and begin a long blowjob. I'll dictate a letter to my secretary as you blow me", went on Ram.
"Where would you like me to cum? Face or mouth?" "Mouth...", mumbled the overly aroused wife, her voice breaking away as a flood of juices washed over her insides.
This last line did it to her. The searing lust caused by her lover's lewd talk and her son's continuous loving worship of her heated body carried her past the final frontier.
She clutched her son's head hard as her juices oozed out of her pussy with a force that wet her saree around her crotch. Ranvir couldn't understand why his mother held his head so hard.
He sensed a sudden wetness on his chest which was pressed against his Mom's warm lap. The lap had been getting warmer and warmer. He had felt a sudden shiver and she seemed to be now relaxing. He looked up from four inches below her navel, past the huge belly territory that he had licked to wetness and saw his Mom's lovely face bearing a glazed look. She had muttered a good night and tossed the phone away, her face and chest panting. Ranvir saw his mother's glorious boobs heaving and forcefully took his eyes away.
He looked down to where he was. His chest was against her crotch and her saree was bunched up around her hips, leaving her thighs fully naked. His cock ached and throbbed when he surveyed the situation. He had followed parts of her intimate conversation. He gazed at his lusty mother and asked, "Mom, was that Dad on the phone"? Stunned to reality, the horny, adulterous mother looked down at her son in her almost naked lap and whispered softly, "Yes Ranvir, it was your father".
Her elder son, who was watching this explosive double sourced orgasm of his oversexed mother, knew better than that. he perversely thrilling sight of his sexy, half naked mother getting an orgasm talking to her husband's boss while her younger son licked and nibbled her fully exposed belly, sent Rohit's teenage dick into overdrive. He groaned inwardly and ran into his bedroom clutching his cock. He pulled out an old photograph of his Mom and jerked off thrice that night making sure that he came on his Mom's face in the picture.
His mother's wantonness flashed vividly across, each time he masturbated. At the end of each ejaculation he couldn't help wondering where his oversexed Mom was headed to. He silently decided he wouldn't miss out on any of her adulterous escapades in future.
The oversexed mother, in the meanwhile felt herself sticky and wet both inside and outside. While her gushing juices washed her insides, her younger son's midriff and navel licking left her sticky all over the middle. She looked down after her release to his head which she was holding in her hand. He seemed asleep. His head rose and fell softly on her heaving, naked belly. His chest pressed against her pussy through the sheer white saree, which was wet around the crotch. Both his hands were around her hips and his right hand was infact cupping her exposed upper butt. For a second she was ashamed of herself for orgasm right when he was in her lap. But thinking it over, the shame turned to a wild pleasure. Ranvir's nibbling had turned her fires on and she was in a sexual turmoil when Ram's call came. His lewd talk was the trigger she needed to release her pent up lust and she allowed herself to be swept over by the impulses.
Now, after her orgasm, she merely found her son to be cute in her lap, despite the fact that her lap was only partly covered with almost her entire thigh region exposed. She could feel her pussy spasm mildly against Ranvir's chest and wondered how it would have been in the course of her phone talk and orgasm. The thought made the straying wife shiver. And the shiver brought out some excess lust from her loins. She was still troubled despite her release because she hadn't been fucked. Her ripe body hadn't received its fuck sedation.
If anything she felt hornier than before. Sushma had gone off to a difficult sleep in the same posture. She awoke, earlier than usual and discovered that Ranvir had now changed his position. His body had drifted away but his head was now right on her crotch. But he was fast asleep with a half smile on his lips. Sushma smiled mysteriously to herself when she remembered how busy her son's lips had been the previous night. They seemed to want to simply devour her belly flesh. She also wondered whether Ranvir realized the effect his squeezing and kissing was having on her.
Somehow she still couldn't take his acts to be out rightly sexual. But she conceded that her son was indeed obsessed with her body, especially her navel and ass. Gently she lifted her son's head from her warm and damp pelvic area and placed it on the bed. She rose from the bed only to see her saree fall right off her juicy body onto the floor. Clad in just her blouse she looked at the clock to see that it was half past five. The beautiful housewife went butt naked into the bathroom and sat down to pee. She realized it would be at least an hour before either of her sons woke up.
Not washing herself after peeing she re entered the bedroom in the same half nude state. She put on a petticoat and a black bra.
She wore the same white saree and blouse over the undergarments and decided to catch some fresh, early morning breeze. Leaving through the kitchen door, Sushma walked into the freshness of the dawn, towards the jogger’s park situated about 100 yards from her house.
Her white saree highlighted her awesome ass and revealed her squeeze waist flesh, while the black bra only served to draw sharp attention to her beautifully shaped breasts through the white blouse. Her navel was the instant draw from the front, peering out invitingly through the sheer white saree. Her rear view was irresistible with her heavy buttocks swaying provocatively with each step while her exposed upper hips and waist rippled sensuously. She looked like a man's wet dream.
To the secretly following Rohit, his mother looked like she was screaming to get raped.
TBC....15
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