Forbidden Lust: The son tells the story of his slut mother (True story)

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While still seated on him, she gazed into his eyes and felt a reassurance. He looked like he was genuinely fond of her and could suddenly see why her son Deen was such a good friend of his. He looked like a boy with strong interiors and discretion. When he kissed her there was passion, and there was also care. The satiated mother suddenly wondered whether she would feel the same way kissing Deen, or Binu. The thought made her shiver but she realized that there was little to choose between Prem and Deen. Binu kissed her regularly but never on the lips. Deen hardly ever kissed her. But she was sure that the day was near when Binu 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 Deen’s realization. He was too silent, undemonstrative and withdrawn. Manya 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 Manya 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 Deen any minute and Binu 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 Binu 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 Deen. 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 Deen with two bags.

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