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Even those long alcoholic parties where men would indulge in subtle gropes and almost leering comments while her husband would be sizzled left her quite in control. Infact she was secretly thrilled that such a wide variety of men of all age groups lusted after her juicy body. The moment Deen left for the bathroom, her younger son Binu bounded into the kitchen, cheery and bright. “Hi Mom”, he greeted her with a big hug and kiss on the cheek. Binu was always the more demonstrative and physical of the two kids. His hug lingered a little longer than necessary but Manya made no move to free herself. Binu ended his hug with another kiss on his mother’s cheek, this time rather close to the corner of her mouth. Manya felt his young, 12 year old erection thrusting against her asscheeks. She shivered inwardly and felt her pussy moisten again. Binu’s acts awakened her dormant lust. Though twelve years old, his actions were obviously sex driven. He used every opportunity to grab her, rub his dick against her huge rump and let his hands roam all over his juicy mother’s expansive waist. His hands groped the bottom of her braless blouse and made enough contact with her mounds to make her squeal. It was easy for Manya to dismiss her little son’s acts as childlike. Only a part of her was convinced but BDSM she allowed that feeling to remain so that she was spared of any dialogue with her conscience. Unlike his elder brother, Binu knew his needs and made his moves very obvious, with no scope for any communication gap. Manya loved it. It made her feel very wanted and desirable. Binu on the other hand was sure that he was only expressing his extreme love for his mother. After packing Binu into the bath, Manya decided to wake up her husband. For a daily inexplicable reason, she draped a saree over her scantily covered body and went into the bedroom. She liked to be close to fully dressed whenever her husband was around. Chapter 2 Manya walked towards her sleeping hubby and studied his form as she neared him. He was an inch shorter than her five feet seven inches, slender in arm and chest but with a pot belly that grew out of endless hours of drinking, both at home and outside. He snored the moment his head hit the pillow everyday and kept snoring right until he was woken up. Manya remembered their early days of marriage when she used to wake him up by snuggling up to him and nibbling his ears lightly while her fingers danced around his flaccid manhood. He would stir in those days and wait until she would stroke him to semi erection. Then suddenly, without domination warning he would grab her by the waist and turn her around to make her lie belly up on the bed. Using his left hand to drag her saree above her smooth, hot thighs, he would guide his half ready dick into her already steaming pussy. A few gallant strokes would be attempted, following which Manya had to lead his tool into her eager love nest whenever it slipped out. About 60 seconds of valiant lovemaking would ensue after which he would leak out a measly amount of sperm into her womb, which would just about suffice to Bondage moisten her just watering twat. With an irritated grunt he would simply roll off her and rush into the bathroom without even looking back. If he did, then he would have seen the writhing, frustrated body of his lovely wife, legs spread, breathing heavily and thighs twitching in rising intensity. The sight of a writhing semi nude Manya, spread blowjob out lewdly on the bed, fingering herself to an orgasm would have been the ultimate erotic sight for any peeping tom but for the sexy wife herself it was a daily torture. And she was forced to go through this torture on a daily basis, at times with frenzied regularity and with the greatest ever regularity in the last few months. 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