Along the way, she unwrapped her saree, dropped it on Deen’s bed and entered the bath. She didn’t want to wet the saree in the course of Deen’s bath. Deen was in his underwear and sitting on a stool when Manya moved across to him, her braless breasts swaying gently asian and her belly flesh rippling with each step. Deen’s eye got riveted onto his mother’s deep and big navel. As Manya bent and washed his hair with shampoo her navel and lower abdomen stared right into his face. It was a double feast for the budding youth as his eyes absorbed he juicy depth of her belly button and his nostrils inhaled the musky scent of her bush, which permeated through the petticoat. In less than three seconds his dick shot up in his undies, a sight which was not lost on Manya. “Wow”, she thought to herself, marveling at the contrasting reactions of her husband and son to the very same body. But being the mother, she pretended normalcy and continued to rub shampoo into his hair, increasing the intensity of her strokes. The rich lather forced Deen to close his eyes. Now he could only feel his gorgeous Mom around him. Her hands felt like they were cajoling him into greater arousal. Her big softcore boobs would dip every now and then to press into his head warmly while her crotch would reach tantalizingly close to his face, with the aroma almost sending him into a lusty stupor. The he felt the water raining down from the shower onto his face and head. On opening his eyes he got a shock. He was not the only one wet. His mother’s sexy body outdoor was drenched all over the top half, her nipples poking right out of her wet blouse. The sight was astoundingly erotic with those creamy mounds jiggling right in front of his face. Deen thought he would shoot out his spunk without even a touch. At the same time he was transfixed and puzzled by the total nonchalance with Solo which Manya continued to wash and towel off her son’s aroused body. She seemed to be completely casual in her near total exposure to Deen, her very own son. With her full hips barely a few inches from his head, she turned around to turn off the shower, in the process presenting him with a mind boggling show of her huge ass, covered only by a wet petticoat. The garment made a huge inroad into her butt crevice and the whole show was straight out of one of those soft porn japanese flicks which he enjoyed now and then with his pals. But he was better blessed than his friends because he had daily real life soft porn scenes to live out in his own house and with his very own loving mother. A wild thought germinated in his head which seemed to come from out of nowhere – “What if any of his friends were to see his Mom strutting around scantily”? The thought left him as soon as it came but the seeds were sown. Manya left the bathroom to check on her younger son Binu and Deen started to stroke his dick the moment his mother’s bodacious ass swayed out of sight. "I thought you weren’t gonna be like the rest of them," she whimpered when their mouths broke apart. Doing it solo was great and all but to have asian it done for me? The manager takes us on a tour of the facility. As I held her I slowly let my hands feel every inch of her, I could feel the scars she talked about. By that time the only person who wasn’t naked or in just bikini bottoms was Angie. As she sucked Roy's cock, her hand moved up and softcore down the shaft, and Roy started to groan. He pulled his cock into his pants and made some loud noises with his feet and came into the kitchen. "You can't tell anyone about this" Scott said as he finished unclasping his belt and worked on unzipping his jeans. Seeming to read her thoughts, Angus handed her one and she started to clean off her feet as he pulled his pants back on. 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