Turning her back to the milkman, she started closing the door, giving him a lingering view of her ample, meaty ass and a rousing rear view of her trunk, especially since the bathing petticoat came down to well below her hips and settled almost at the beginning of her ass crack. Just before finally losing the door, she turned again towards the outside and offered another flash of her huge bedroom midriff, with its flaring curvature at the waist and the juicy, deep, inviting navel. This exercise was her morning tonic and a day was insipid without it. The entire five feet seven inches of her full bodied, well stacked, lush form swayed with a heady grace as she made her way to the kitchen. Manya paused for a moment to peep into the room of her two sons, Deen aged 14 and Binu aged 12. Deen was curled up and content, hands between his thighs and lost in a dreamy world, while Binu was sleeping on his back, his right hand placed idly around his crotch. What caught her eye was, however the tenting in his shorts, sticking imposingly out at the ceiling. She smiled indulgently like a mother would, but a deep moistening crept up her pussy, which was already aroused by the morning show for the milkman. Turning away, she lazed into the kitchen to prepare the morning coffee and breakfast. Within an hour all hell would break loose as three males would rush through their morning routine, gulp their food and flee the house, leaving her all alone. The thought made her feel a bit empty but also filled her with an enterprise and abandonment that came from the knowledge that she would be all by herself with her voluptuous, sensuous body. Deen was always the first one to wake up. Nearly six feet tall, he was a gentle giant, loose limbed and with the body language of a good and lovable kid. Manya continued to remain in her attire even before her kids and it had become normal for them to watch their skimpily clad Mom go about her chores every morning in that state of undress. She had been doing it now for the past 4 indian years out of sheer convenience and it never struck her that their bursting hormones would one day take cognizance of her ample charms, especially her well rounded buttocks, her fully exposed juicy waist and the generous cleavage. “Good morning Mom”, called out Deen, as he entered the kitchen. Looking up, Manya returned his greeting, smiling into his soulful, loving and almost puppy like eyes. amateur Deen could see right down her partly unbuttoned blouse and trace the full curves of both her melon like breasts with the entire glory of their semi pointed nipples. His dick jerked to attention. “Get ready dear. Today’s your special breakfast item. Manya moved towards the refrigerator, rubbing her full hips against his. Deen could feel the heat, softness and meat of his Mom’s hips as she went past him. He stifled a gasp as her dainty fingers inadvertently grazed his crotch. He wore no underwear beneath his shorts and he was startled by the near grasp of his spycam throbbing young manhood by his very own biological mother. It stunned him and also confused him, like it did everyday. Manya however behaved very normally, adding to his dilemma. My eyes squeezed shut. After a minute or so, I managed, “Holy Shit! Everyone looks on indian in astonishment as they try to fully comprehend how Abby is able to trigger Dotty's astonishing orgasm by just sucking her tits. Binu’s acts awakened her dormant lust. No matter her hand attacked it with a vengeance and soon both girls were lying on the floor moaning and twisting. She should not go out like this, not with Derek or any man. Hell, she wasn’t even safe from her own inclinations, burgeoning in her now, to touch herself. Petty Anne, was having no trouble with the incursion. “Yeah, hi, I’m Suzy,” I replied, extending my hand. I reached for her hands and crossed them behind her back, and went in and out, in and out. He knew what bedroom this was all about and so laid back to enjoy the feelings that were coming, and she didn’t disappoint, either. Annalee shoved her hand between my thighs. "Aimee was so fucking excited; she stood up and pulled off her bikini bottoms as her friend kept sucking and licking the boy's COCK. He may just dump you as well unless bathing you have something on him. This rolled my hips upward, perfectly aligning my quivering little rectal gateway with his thrusting cock. No excuses. “Oh my God, Daddy! I was gutted. “One or two.” I still did not understand why it mattered to her. “No, no, stop it!” Mrs. Kang gasped. He complied, holding me aloft with two hands sinking their grip into the fat of my ass, his chin grazing my anus as he burrowed his muzzle deeper. 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