Her saree rode right above her thighs, displaying their ample well curved shape and the garment stopped just a couple of inches below her pussy lips. He couldn’t see the lips but Binu’s sleeping form fully embraced his mother, with his dick thrusting through his shorts just at the top of her ample, exposed thighs. Manya’s belly and navel were fully bare and open. The saree around her waist had dipped to extra low levels in the course of her sleep. There was just a 4 inch cover of sheer garment above her pussy. Every other inch of her delectably fleshy midriff lay open like a well laid out feast. Binu’s head was buried in her full bosom, his nose digging right into her creamy cleavage. Both were asleep and the pose, supposedly a mother son sleeping posture, looked anything but non sexual. Incredibly it was absolutely non sexual and apart from Binu’s insistent fondling and navel kissing, Manya was never subjected to any sexual intrusion. At least not from Binu. But looking at them lying in close union, Deen felt that familiar tug in his groin. He was aroused, but he was also charmed and surprised at their apparent peace and calm. His horny Mom, after her torrid fuck had shifted gears and was lying semi nude in her 12 year old son’s sleepy embrace with his head nuzzling her melon like breasts, his dick pressed against her crotch and with his legs drawing her full hips into himself in a possessive hold. The sight was beautiful, strangely erotic and Hardcore spoke of the absolutely physical channels of communication which both mother and son adopted or were blessed with. Unwilling to disturb their bliss, he left the room and house and walked across to his classmate Prem’s house. Manya stirred and shifted, feeling a weight on her lush body. She looked down to see her little son Binu’s head cradled in her juicy bosom and smiled. She ruffled his hair and looked further below to see his tight leg embrace around her full hips. She still felt horny after the grocer episode and now, looking at the possessive clutch of her younger son on her almost nude body, she wriggled her hips slightly and wondered as to why her husband didn’t display this level of physical proximity. Slowly she moved Binu’s leg away and tried to rise. She felt Binu’s arms encircle her belly again, sleepily, pleading with her not to get up. She found japanese him very cute, even though his hands encircled her lower abdomen, just a few inches above her bush. She looked down to notice that her tight pussy sheer saree had bunched itself around her bush with her entire body above and below fully exposed. A thrill shot through her lusty body as asian the naughty, exhibitionistic side of her surfaced. Slowly releasing herself from Binu’s drowsy grip, she moved out of the bed into the bathroom. She needed to pee and once again, she felt a shudder of release all over her body. She reached out for the hand shower to wash her insides after peeing, but suddenly pussy for some reason, she placed the hand shower back and allowed herself to remain unwashed, still unwilling to extricate herself from the remnants of her mind blowing two fuck episode late that morning. Manya realized Deen had gone out to visit his friend Prem. Soon Binu would be off too to play his daily evening cricket. She hoped Deen would develop an interest in athletics like Prem and build his physique too. Manya wished her sons were also lithe, strong and well built like Prem. Binu had potential but she was worried about Deen. Standing there in the kitchen, making coffee the horny housewife smacked her lips and looked at herself. Her clothes were still crumpled and her hair quite disheveled. The saree kept slipping right below her hip bone since it was not secured to a petticoat. Around her ass, the saree developed wrinkles, giving those cheeks a well fondled outer appearance. Manya’s ass globes twitched at the much thought. The grocer’s caressing had been carnal and animalistic. I felt this surge of triumph rush through me. I had completed a stage of my life. They were again stopped at the entrance of the hospital as several men kept their weapons trained on them. Her hips were wider, but in the way that gives you something to grab. I pussy took the opportunity to join the conversation, playing ignorant, I Hardcore walked over to the pair and patted Rachael on the ass before putting my arm around her waist, a small shriek of surprise coming from her as I did. I wasn’t used to tight pussy this physical work thing. Can you hold your cheeks open? guide her safely backwards onto the sheets. Now don't you feel better? You’ll be fine.” It's length is nothing special, six inches long, fairly thin - you borrowed the smallest one you could from Chloe for this, and now you are glad you did. I said like a fucking idiot. I want you for myself! Finally she turned and japanese said, "MY FOOD!" I stroked up and asian down her slit.