Manya: Forbidden Lust 2

The four youthful marauders left her door and Manya shut it with a mixed feeling. She was relieved that they left before her husband came out of the bath. Yet she felt a tingling in her loins and an ache in her breasts from all the pawing and mauling that she received with almost her full consent. The simultaneous pressure of four pairs of hands and one dick on her extra wholesome body under the pretext of festivity did its own things to her bodily responses and right now she had lost all the traces of satiety which the two mind blowing orgasms with the milkman and her cousin had given her. Instead her crotch and pussy experienced a rejuvenated itch from all the youthful caressing she received. The itch was now spreading all over her inner thighs – such was the impact of raw energy on her mature voluptuous body. After shutting the door, she slumped right down onto the floor, her saree still off her shoulders, her body still dripping from the soaking she received from Sam, the neighbourhood painter and photographer. Sam was a sensitive and soft spoken kid next door who always had that adulatory look in his eyes but not that raw passion. So he had just drenched her all over without really groping her like the others did. Like Deen, his perspective was also a bit distant and appreciative rather than physical, which was what most people who came into contact with Manya became.

Deen saw his mother slumping onto the floor and was concerned.

“Mom, are you OK?”, he called out and rushed to her side. He held her bare shoulders and wondered whether she was going to swoon. Luckily Manya was experiencing just a passing bout of exhaustion and she looked into her son’s eyes and smiled at him, loving the fact that he was concerned.

“Let’s go to the bedroom Mom”, he said as he tried to help her to her feet. Manya allowed him to help her. Her saree was still down and as she rose, her full cleavage, half exposed in her low cut sleeveless blouse brushed past his face. Deen was still on his knees as he helped his mother to stand up and when she finally stood, her wet, juicy belly button, embedded in the centre of a fully open, huge midriff stared right into his face, barely a couple of inches from his nose. As he also rose, he felt the tip of his nose poke her navel, making Manya shudder again for a second. Deen rose and placed his arms right around his Mom’s fleshy, yet shapely waist and led her into the bedroom. Manya’s saree was dragging right behind her on the floor and Deen found it quite inconvenient to release her and put it onto his mother’s sexy, lewdly exposed body. He liked the feel of her squeezy waist flesh and its amazing elasticity and with a hardening cock, he walked her right onto her bed. As she flopped down onto her bed, Manya caressed her son’s face for a second and mumbled a thank you. Deen heard the bathroom door opening and rushed out of the room, clutching his erection, leaving his father to confront his lusty mother, who he felt had given in to her horny impulses a wee bit. Manya lay flat on the bed, with her saree top thrown aside, her expansive midriff and belly spread out to any body’s gaze.

Deen came out of the bath, fully dressed and was stunned to see his half naked wife, wantonly spread out, wet and tired on the bed. He took one look at her lush frame and cursed. “Why the hell did you have to open the door”? “Have you gone mad”? “Or are you dumb”? “I’ll teach those guys a lesson for breaking into my house”, he ranted.

Manya, whose hands were almost about to move towards her pussy, got back to her senses on hearing her husband’s screams. “It’s all right. They are just boys and it’s Holi. We have to be a part of the neighbourhood at least on festive occasions. Leave it”, she reasoned.

Desh was pacified when he heard his wife’s calm voice and he bent down, gave her a quick kiss on her throbbing lips and left for the door, uttering a loud good bye. He would not be back until late evening.

The main door clicked shut and almost as if a signal had been given, Manya’s hand went slowly to her crotch. It was spontaneous, built on years of experiences. A slow caress began and she glowingly recollected the morning’s adventure, dwelling a few moments longer on Salman’s vigorous thrusts on her saree covered ass. Her fingers probed deeper into her pussy through her thin saree and petticoat as she remembered his fleeting kisses on her neck, cheeks, earlobes and finally her lips. The finesse with which her sexy body was manhandled by four studs, without the slightest room for complaint left her astounded and deep within she praised them and thanked them. Praise for their initiative and thanks for choosing and appreciating her body of all the women in the area.

Deen entered the bedroom after his father’s departure more to check on his Mom’s condition. He needed no further proof of her well being the moment he saw her lying on the bed, eyes closed and fingering her pussy through her saree. He heaved a sigh of relief and slowly brought her out of her dream.

“Mom would you like to have a bath”? he asked her, more in a whisper, close to her ear.

The pussy caressing mother slowly opened her eyes and told her son that it may be better to wait until noon till the entire neighbourhood is through with celebrating Holi so that she need not take repeated baths. As she spoke she slowly withdrew her hand from the mound she was caressing with much care. Deen left her on the bed and noted the time. It was just half past nine and the festival was still young. However he headed towards his room for a bit of reading, thinking that his Mom needed a rest.

Manya rested but only for a few minutes. She realized that there was some washing of clothes to be done and slowly raised herself out of the bed, her saree still off her shoulders. It remained off her shoulders when Manya picked up all the clothes from the bathroom and shoved them into the washing machine. It remained off her shoulders when Manya threw her white blouse of yesterday also into the machine. And it still remained off her shoulders when Manya contemplated whether the saree she was wearing needed to go into the machine. Since there were a few hours still left for her bath, she decided not to remove her saree and clicked the washing machine on. The sudden activation of the machine when her hands were still on it, sent a throbbing right through her lusty body. She sat down next to the machine, her left hand on the machine and the right hand inside her pussy, probing through her saree. For a full ten minutes she caressed herself to the electrical rhythm, thrusting her fingers right through the garment into her soaked pussy and orgasmed with a shrill moan.

Deen heard the shrill moan and ran into the room, wondering what happened. His entry was soundless and therefore he was witness to his mother’s half naked form next to the machine, heaving and panting with the last bursts of orgasm shuddering through her full body. “What a horny woman”, thought the amazed son of Manya.

Manya had just begun to relax from the surrogate release she had just experienced. She heard another ring of the door bell. Deen answered the door and came to tell Manya that all the inmates of their lane had organized a get together on the terrace of their neighbouring building. A total of fifty invitees were expected, from the families of all friends. A few games were also planned to make the show lively. Manya agreed to come along with Deen in tow and before leaving she contemplated whether to change out of her present attire or not. Remembering that it was Holi, with the possibility of further drenching, she decided to go as she was. Moreover, everybody around would be similarly wet, she thought. She rose, examined herself for just a second in the mirror and saw that her clothes stuck to her body, wetly caressing her sexy curves and made her look rather provocative. She quickly shook the thought from her mind reasoning that just about all would be wet in a Holi gathering. Finally putting the saree back onto her sleeveless shoulders, she left the house alongwith her elder son towards the next door terrace.

In the elevator heading upwards to the terrace were two other families and then there was Salman. Manya met his eyes and blushed softly. He met Manya’s gaze too with a twinkle in his eyes. On the terrace, everyone’s eyes were on Manya. There was hardly anyone wet out there since most of them had come prepared for a morning of fun and games. About twenty women and thirty five men of all ages graced the occasion. Manya was the prize pick amongst the women and the fact that she came without her husband did not help matters. Every dick on the terrace was erect within minutes of Manya’s entry, including Salman’s, Sam’s and her own son Deen’s.

In the first game, everyone was made to sit in a circle and one person would run around with a handkerchief in hand. He would drop the handkerchief behind any person’s back and that one had to discover it, pick it up and run around until he or she dropped it behind someone else’s behind. Sam ran around first and after three rounds dropped it behind Manya’s sexy back. Luckily Manya noticed it and she rose, picking it up and began running in a circle. As she ran, her big breasts under the braless, sleeveless blouse, bounced and swayed with exaggerated energy. Her wet saree hugged her huge buttocks and they jiggled sexily with every step she took. If viewed in slow motion, Manya’s run would have been the raunchiest run of all time for the sheer sexual energy it conveyed. She took three circles and dropped it behind Sam’s Dad. The old man ran around and again dropped it behind sexy Manya’s ass. Manya didn’t notice it but she saw Deen gesturing to her to look behind her ass. She did so and rose with the handkerchief in hand. She ran around and dropped it this time behind Salman. Salman was almost expecting it. He took two rounds and again dropped it behind Manya’s lush behind. Manya rose and began her dick stiffening run with her voluptuous body bouncing and swaying all over, breasts, ass and all. It was soon very clear that Manya was the dropping target because everyone wanted to see her sexy body in motion. Manya realized it too but did not protest. She was hoping someone would realise. Salman did and he suggested they play a different game called punishment. Manya sighed and looked at him in relief and gratitude. Salman simply looked back fondly at her and something twitched between Manya’s wet loins again.

In this game the youngest member had to pick a name from lots drawn and that name would have to meet with a punishment decided by the youngest member again. Deen being the youngest picked up a name and much to everyone’ surprise, it turned out to be Manya’s. He looked at his Mom and read out the selected punishment. “Make snacks for all fifty people in half an hour. Select one person to help you.” Flummoxed, Manya stood speechless for a moment, wondering whom to pick for help. Her eyes first fell on her son Deen but she decided he was not quick enough to help her in this kind of job. Noticing Salman’s bright look in her direction, she pointed her dainty finger in his direction. With a roar, everyone directed the couple to the kitchen in the basement, where the items for sandwich preparation lay. Nobody else was allowed to enter the basement and it would mean a foul with further punishment.

Manya and Salman rushed into the elevator in a hurry and Salman pressed the door shut, clicking the basement button. Deen watched in interest as he saw his mother’s fleshy posterior disappear into the lift alongwith Salman. Her creamy back with the saree right down to her ass was the last he saw of his juicy mom for the next half an hour. He also saw Salman place his hand on his mother’s ass just before closing the elevator door, as if ushering her in.

The moment the elevator door shut, Manya felt Salman’s hands grab her breasts through the braless blouse. Without a moment’s warning he proceeded to maul them, much in the same way she experienced in the morning. Her saree was half off and he dipped his head down to kiss her roughly on her wet lips.

“What are you doing Salman,” she hissed.

“Mrs. M, don’t stop me. I have been dying to pleasure your lovely body the day I saw you. Today you will love it, I assure you”.

“We don’t have time Salman. Snacks have to be made”, she protested. her protest was meek because his squeezing of her half exposed breasts had already started the juice factory in her loins. A steady drip began and her protests thereafter were merely symbolic. Even before the elevator reached the basement, he had her saree right off her lush body and he ushered her out of the lift, saree in hand towards the kitchen in the basement. There was not a soul there as per the game. On his cell phone, he rang up the local restaurant owned by his own family and ordered them to deliver fifty packets of sandwiches within twenty minutes at the basement. Putting the phone away, he looked at her full body, clad only in petticoat and sleeveless blouse. Manya met his gaze with a blush and waited. Salman grabbed the horny housewife by the shoulders and threw her on the basement floor in one quick motion, raising her petticoat over her thighs. One hand mauled her breast while the other pounded her lush ass. Manya was aroused beyond mention in double quick time. She spread herself lasciviously on the bare floor and flipped herself around, presenting her round, full ass to the young stud who had pawed her so strongly this morning. He had also agreed to help her in the game and that made her more grateful. She bent on all fours and shook her ass at him as if to express her gratitude.Things happened in seconds as Salman, who already had his dick out, positioned himself behind the beautiful housewife’s ass and began pumping like there was no tomorrow. He was quite right given the situation. Manya took his thrusts with gasps and yelps initially. As the powerful pistoning into her pussy assumed a new level, she mewled and moaned, getting louder and more passionate. Salman rammed and rammed into the beautiful woman who was the wet dream of the neighbourhood. He knew that just about everyone wanted to bury their dicks into this lusty woman’s pussy and he was thrilled that he got there early. His hands reached out and fully cupped and squeezed her melon like boobs. He had missed out on her boobs to Sam in the morning but here, he was making up with a vengeance. Boobs and cunt got mercilessly ravaged in a rousing ten minute busrt of passion which made Manya’s head spin and cunt go wild with secretion. Her fleshy hips and full breasts got the ‘real man treatment’ from the stud and Manya screamed in lust at every thrust of his manhood. The alarm in his cellphone rang to signal the elapsing of ten minutes and Salman rapidly increased his thrust tempo into the wildly aroused wife’s lewdly presented pussy. “Bitch, take it, ” he screamed as he came in hot scalding loads all over her ass and inside her heated love nest.

Manya rose gently, naked except for her sleeveless blouse. Salman had ripped off her petticoat in the heat of his lust. When their combined passions receded, they heard the basement bell ring. Salman motioned for Manya to be quiet and rose, dragging up his trousers and went to pick up the snacks which would have arrived. Manya, still gasping and lying on the floor, thought she heard the voice of Salman’s father, who ran the restaurant. She heard some decision being taken and also heard Salman mutter loudly “Not now” “Maybe a blowjob if there’s time”… and saw Salman hurry in again unzipping his pants. Sounds of something being unpacked came from the other side of the wall. Salman rushed to her and without delay, said “We have fifteen more minutes and my Dad is finishing the snack arrangements. We’ll not be late.”

He entered her spreadeagled pussy again missionary style, forcing her legs up in the air. Manya was like a rag doll in this stud’s hands but she loved his fucking. It was heavenly and hard. “What were you telling your father”? asked Manya inbetween Salman’s humping motions.

“Nothing great. He asked whether there was time for him to fuck you. I told him there was no time. But maybe you can think of a blowjob can’t you? he replied rather casually. Manya nodded almost immediately and quickly bit her tongue.

“My goodness Manya, what are you truning into”, she thought to herself, but quickly brought herself to enjoy the second fuck Salman was throwing into her hungry, aroused cunt. He fucked and fucked into her, mashing her body all over and sending her into a supercharged state of lust. Manya gave herself up to his manly assault and continued to milk his dick with her cunt until they both came together in a shattering orgasm. Her second orgasm in less than thirty minutes with a first time lover seemed so familiar, pleasurable and dear.Somehow she didn’t think like she was fucking a stranger. Getting fucked was no longer strange to the adulterous woman and mother.

With just five minutes left, Salman loaded the snack cart into the elevator and signalled to her to wrap up and move. Sh draped her saree again over her well fucked body and moved towards the lift. On the way she almost instantaneously reached out towards Salman’s Dad crotch, gave it a fond squeeze and said “Your son has got some force Dad. Is this where it all came from?”.

The old man could take it no more. Less than two minutes were left for the couple to reappear on the terrace. He grabbed Manya’s face and gave one long, wet kiss right on her mouth. Manya whimpered and went limp, her hand continuously caressing his organ through the pants. It was Salman’s shout that forced the new couple apart. Manya staggered into the elevator, feeling hot and nasty. The elevator began its upward movement with the snack cart and Salman, realising that they had atleast half a minute dove right into Manya’s lap, lifted up her saree and dipped his lips straight into her cum soaked pussy. Manya gasped in astonishment for the next thirty seconds as her young stud slurped her well fucked pussy like a true lover. Her juices flowed in gratification and she felt loved rather than fucked. Her saree came down the moment the elevator door opened and he licentious couple staggered out to the cheers of fifty people.

Their flushed faces told a tale but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya’s son Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful face now. It was just the number of orgasms that he couldn’t guess from her horny face. The ease with which Manya carried herself throughout the snack session despite all that her body had been through in the past few hours left Deen wondering and he developed some awe for his beautiful mother’s ability.

The snack session had almost reached its end when one of the members cried out “foul foul”. Everyone looked in his direction. He was holding a restaurant tag in his hand which he discovered stuck to the base of his sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under instructions to remove all traces of evidence that the food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to have overlooked just one packet. The error margin was small but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering decided a light hearted punishment for Manya, since even getting caught was part of the game. Deen was asked to decide on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to take a skipping rope and carry out thirty skips without a break.

Protesting with a laugh, Manya took the rope and began skipping. Her saree was still quite damp and it stuck to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her full, unhindered breasts danced and jumped in tandem with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lusty, mind blowingly erotic sight, watching the wet, mature woman skip in front of an audience of fifty. Deen realised his folly in fixing that penalty for his luscious mother. But it was too late. Moreover the sight excited him no end. He lost count of her skips and kept gaping, just as everyone on the terrace did. Manya reached ten without any problem. Slowly, the top half of her saree or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by the time the sexy mother reached count fifteen, it fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crowd in pin drop silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous charms of the fully exposed woman in their presence. Her low worn saree was right at her hip bone, and the full, huge midriff with the juicy wet navel was ripplingly revealed. Her wholesome midriff flesh jiggled alongwith her melon like breasts with the nipples very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by her ample meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to look normal because any stopping would mean that she would have to start skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with arousal and he suddenly shouted ” thirty”, not knowing whether she actually skipped thirty times or not. Nobody objected and the game was over, leaving every male organ on the terrace aching and throbbing. The voluptuous mother heaved a sigh of relief and readjusted her pallu and waited as people came back to normalcy from that intensely erotic sight they had witnessed. Deen’s heart was still pounding but somewhere he was thrilled and aroused too. His sexy mother was on show and it was all carried on as a game. There could have been no better sight for a voyeur and he stored these images away in his mind for later use.

To break the ice after that lusty display by Manya, someone suggested that they all go to the large water tank on the yard below for some final dunking. Water dunking was usually the last item in a Holi celebration. On the way down many women sympathised with Manya for the embarassment she had been subjected to. Manya laughed it off, saying it was all fun and games. Some were awestruck too by the sheer sexuality she had projected. Salman’s mother came across to her and said “Manya my dear, if I had an ass like yours, I would keep Salman’s father at home whole day”. Manya looked up at her with just a mild sense of guilt and smiled a thank you. Salman’s mom gave a gentle squeeze to Manya’s enormous ass and walked away.

When the dunking began, it started with the older people. They were dunked more symbolically, allowing for their brittle bones. Many of the women were also dunked, with utmost care and sobriety. A few teenage girls were dunked rather forcefully, causing them to scream, following which they were dunked again. Deen however didn’t think of those girls. He waited with a thumping heart because he knew his voluptuous mother’s turn was almost due. It was Salman’s father who took the initiative by carrying Manya and throwing her into the tank when nobody else was in it. Fifty pairs of eyes took in Manya’s wet, drippingly voluptuous form as she emerged like a sex goddess from the tank. Her saree stuck to her full curves and the rear portion dug into her ass crevice giving a clear picture, removing any sense of mystery about Deen’s mother’s ass. She shook herself after she got out of the pool and her full body rippled and glowed, especially her fully exposed belly flesh. Droplets of water in her deep navel flew out sexily and everybody hung their tongues out. Pin drop silence hung i n the air again. Deen could however hear a resident mutter to himself, clutching his crotch, “Desh is a lucky bastard.” The man standing next to him also heard him and he added a rejoinder, “Yup! Imagine going to bed daily with that piece of ass. She’s built for fucking man.”

Deen digested this vulgarity with a mixed sense of anger and arousal. He was as aroused as them. He saw little wrong in the ultimate physical expression of a mental urge. He secretly wondered how his mom would take it if all the men in the neighbourhood made a beeline for her when her husband was away. Even as he was thinking, he saw his mother getting dunked again. The moment she rose from the tank, Salman himself carried her by her full waist and dunked her all over again. She squealed this time, liking the familiarity of his strong hands and even managed to drag him too into the tank with her. Salman and Manya groped around in the pool, staggering to regain ground. In the process their bodies met, his crotch against her ample, wet ass. It was only for a few seconds, but it caught the eye of Salman’s mother – and Deen’s too. Deen did feel a wee bit of jealousy at the total fondness the couple in the tank were displaying. The woman being his mother added a fiery spark to his thinking. For the next five minutes he watched and heard his squealing mother as man after man carried her and dunked her with regularity, some of them doing it more than once. He saw Salman’s father discretely pawing his Mom’s wet assglobes even as he was throing her lusciously wet body into the tank. When the men started taking a few extra liberties on her still unaware self, Manya felt that familiar tingle in her loins. This was not the place to give in to her urges. She struggled out of the last man’s groping hands and went towards Sam, whose apartment was the nearest in the building. The festivities were as good as complete and people were clearing up.

“I need to pee Sam, and dry up a bit, she asked him.

Sam’s eyes took in her wholsome, well stacked form and licking his lips, he led her into his house. Deen’s eyes followed his mother’s wet ass, which could have as well been naked. But it was lustier than naked and hornier than nude in that tightly clinging wet saree. He felt that he may like to give it a thorough spanking till she yelped.

Chapter 9

Sam as he was affectionately called by friends was actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist. He looked at Manya with his deep eyes taking in every ounce of her wet and lightly trembling body. The tremble was caused on account of the light breeze caressing her wet skin. He led Deen’s mother inside his apartment and guided her to the bathroom. His parents were still involved in the winding up of the morning’s activities and could take another half an hour. Recognizing Manya’s urgency to take a pee and her equally urgent need to rid herself atleast of the drip in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for her hair. Manya tread softly on the carpet, hoping the colour water drip from her juicy body would not damage the carpet. Her whole body was coated in red, including her face. If she were to make a first appearance in this manner, none would recognize her by face. But now everyone in the area would recognise her by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her flaring ass with the big butt cups. Almost all the men would recognize her blindfolded by feel too, going by the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she had become the neighbourhood wet dream and yet she maintained her own aura and control over things, managing to make everyone feel exclusive and special. In short nobody would fuck and tell on Manya. Nobody wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The whole house was silent as Manya entered the bathroom and left the door open for Sam to bring the dryer later. She could have shut it and opened it when he knocked, but somehow didn’t do it. Bunching her saree around her waist, she sat with her naked asscheeks on the toilet. As she was peeing, she also twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping water from it and placed it around her knees in front, bunched up, but covering her thighs over the toilet seat. Then she removed the saree pallu from her shoulders and squeezed it too, draining all the water from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a throbbing in her loins. This time the throbbing relaxed only the pee pressure but retained the other pressure – the pressure of her accumulated horniness. The entire morning she was fondled, squeezed and dunked into water and also experienced the exhibitionistic thrill of being on display during the little games. The whole series of events where she was treated as a pure lust object, but under the overall garb of dignity gave her a licentious thrill. The two robust fucks given by Salman did gratify her senses but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the skips where she felt fifty pairs of eyes simply boring into her luscious form. She did consider stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a wicked burst of horniness, she had continued. The dozens of hands that had felt her wet body up at the water tank only served to stimulate her desires higher and higher and she was fighting a valiant battle not to let her arousal show. Doing all this in front of her son Deen did bother her for a minute but she was sure that he would understand it was all part of the celebrations. Her peeing moments were also moments of sexual introspection and as the last few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy pussy, she felt decidedly horny and awakened.

In a bid to rise and flush the toilet, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam’s sudden entry with the dryer made her drop the saree in her hand out of surprise. She lay seated on the toilet seat, saree spread around her thighs, toilet seat and reaching the floor. Her chest was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her beautiful breasts through the damp, thin blouse. They were swaying all over the place in near total exposure all morning and even her hardened nipples were titillatingly exposed to the world. But now in the silence of his bathroom, with two blouse buttons off, their generous cleavage made a mouth watering sight, as did Manya’s awkward pose on the toilet seat in an even more awkward condition of having pissed and not flushed the toilet. She couldn’t rise now, since Sam had already entered the bath and it would look embarrassing. She waited for Sam to understand her predicament and perhaps leave. She also noted the curious look in his eyes and followed their gaze to look at her own chest and boobs. She gasped when she saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The whole area from below her breasts down to six inches beneath her navel was fully open, with the smooth, fleshy curves forming a gentle fold around her waist. The fold was very arousing and Sam’s artistic mind visualized a picture of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in various flimsy costumes.

“I’m sorry Mrs. M, I should have knocked”, he stuttered. “I came to help you dry your hair”, he said.

“You came to hand me the dryer or to help me dry my hair”, smiled Manya at his confusion, forgetting that she had not adjusted her saree pallu.

“Well whatever you say Mrs. M, “said Sam, surprised at his own boldness and struggling to control his erection. Manya looked so delectable and sexy on the toilet seat and the delicacy of the situation added to the lustiness.

Manya looked cursorily at his crotch and smacked her lips. She also liked boys who fumbled sometimes. They looked cute. Here Sam was not only cute but the look of pure adulation in his eyes was touching. She understood the effect she was having on him with her lewd posture. “You can dry my hair if you feel like it Sam,” she said much to his amazement.

Sam took up her offer and went behind Manya, dryer in hand. He activated it and turned the blower towards her jet black hair. Manya made no change either to her sitting posture or her state of dress. She was still sareeless at the top, displaying her full breasts and stiff nipples very generously to Sam, as a reward for his effort. Sam’s dick came into near contact with Manya’s head when he bent and ran the blower, holding her thick hair in his hands in artistic appreciation. The artist in him really rose to the occasion. He could have carried on doing it forever and nearly got lost in his job. His dick hitting the side of Manya’s face jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely difficult to sit idle with all the throbbing in her pussy, which was halfway into the loo. Her hand was placed at the lowest possible level on her abdomen and Manya was pained that she couldn’t reach upto her now dripping cunt. The pressure of Sam’s dick occasionally on her face was not helping matters at all since the horny housewife was once again getting driven to desperation. Her breathing turned heavy. Sam’s hands were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her rising bosom and broad hips drove him to madness. The dirty posture, the unflushed toilet, the unwashed pussy and the horny mother of his friend, all made up a mindblowing source of dick tension for Sam. He switched off the dryer and caressed Manya’s head. Manya was indeed waiting for some such initiative. She always did wait for the man to make the first move. She hated saying no to someone with initiative.

The moment Sam shut the dryer, she dragged his hands over to her full breasts and mauled them over his hands. She unhesitatingly reached below her body and yanked out her saree all the way up to her waist. Two hours of fondling and squeezing had left her all hot and bothered and the moment had come to extinguish some of it. As Sam’s hands kneaded her breasts in steady rhythm she moaned out long and ardently. Sam understood the absolute need of this well mauled mother. Infact it was a wonder how she was able to take all that robust treatment and brazen exposure in the morning. Now seeing her panting, he unzipped his fly and rubbed his dick all over her moaning face. She sobbed in arousal and on seeing the rock hard cock dangling before her eyes, she greedily gulped it down and proceeded to suck and lick it, doing more sucking than licking. She was hot and needy now. Her pussy began to cream and drip half way into the loo alongwith her lush ass. She dragged herself up and stood lewdly with her legs apart on either side of the commode. Sam understood her intent and quickly reached behind her quivering ass and flipped the toilet seat cover down so that Manya could sit on it. She sat there and raised her legs. Sam spread them apart and gaped at the glistening cunt before him, the pussy juices having superimposed themselves on her urine smell. The mixture was rather heady and he dipped his head down and inhaled the aroma, kissing her outer lips in the process. Manya thrust her hips upwards in seething lust and gripped his head, dragging it into her boiling cunt. It was a vulgar sight of the horny housewife with her back on the toilet seat and her legs and hips wrapped around her teenage lover’s head, high in the air. She felt a gnawing in her loins and she lowered her snatch from his face and spread her thighs wantonly on the seat in a half reclining pose. Sam needed no further invitation and he simply shoved his bursting cock into the horny mother’s inviting cunt. The two of them started rapidly fucking each other. Sam wanted to please the voluptuous mother as much as he could. He stroked in and out of her with deliberate thrusts, making sure that maximum penetration was achieved. He went on for a full five minutes before his teenage enthusiasm could not hold it any more. Manya could feel him cumming.

“Take it out, cum on my face”, she hissed. “On me, On me, ” she wailed. Sam pulled it out in the last second and sprayed Manya’s face with his young seed.The first spurt hit her like a slap, the second like a stroke, the third like a caress and the fourth like a drop of rainfall. All spurts ended up messing up her face and she greedily rubbed it all right into her beautiful features. Sam was absorbed to posterity.

The whole horny encounter took just half an hour and they both realized the need to move out before his parents came in. Sam rushed out first, leaving Manya to tidy up. Manya looked at her face and saw that rubbing Sam’s cum into her face had removed much of the red color and her face was clearer and more recognizable than before. She decided there was no time to wash her face. There was no time to wash her pussy either and she simply downed her saree and walked daintily out towards the main door. As she was leaving the door, she saw Sam’s parents coming towards their apartment. She paused to thank them for using their toilet. Deen was with them too. Deen could only speculate about the possibilities of his mother’s adultery in the last half an hour but couldn’t exactly put his finger on it. He was however happy that she could atleast wash her face a bit. She looked fresher and radiant after the color was off. Of course she glowed and glowed.

With his luscious, lusty mother still clad in that licentious blue saree clinging damply to her huge buttocks, her butt crack clearly highlighted and her entire back bare, right from the bottom of her thin blouse to the upper butt flare, Deen led her back to their home next door. He did not notice Salman give one fond, fleeting squeeze to his Mom’s well used ass. He thought she squealed because she nearly tripped over a stone on the path.

If mother and son thought that the Holi festival was over, they were in for a surprise. The moment they entered their gate, they were blasted with a strong spray of water, which didn’t stop for about one full minute. They couldn’t make out the sprayer but Deen could vaguely make out the tall and athletic form of his best buddy Prem, whom he had invited over. Since Manya was also quite fond of him, Deen felt he could liven up the day. Prem missed the activities next door but managed to come late to wish them. And what a sight he saw. It was a purely harmless intention when he hosed them both and it was quite the done thing on Holi. But on seeing the state of his friend’s mother after the drenching, his dick shot up in no time and he stood speechless, staring at the overwhelming burst of curves on the sexy woman before him. Deen noticed both his friend’s astonishment and his arousal. He was aroused himself, as was the entire neighbourhood over the ample body of his horny mother, revealingly drenched, with no apparent effort at modesty on her part.

Manya didn’t know how to respond to the fresh drenching received, this time from her son’s best buddy. Prem was tall and athletic and many a time Manya wished that one of her sons would be like Prem, strong and strapping. At 6 feet plus and well muscled, he would one day make some woman very happy. Maybe women too, she smiled naughtily to herself. Resigning herself to her soaking, she welcomed Prem in and decided to prepare lunch for all. Prem and Deen followed the lushly endowed woman into the house, discretely observing her swaying ass and shapely, huge back, almost all of which was exposed by the swoopingly low saree and the few inches of blouse cover at the top. Two hard ons followed the juicy, well used ass inside and Manya thought that before trying to dry up, she might as well initiate the food preparation. But before she could put her thought into action, she heard the noise of boys screaming. Looking out she saw that it was Binu returning home, not alone but with four of his friends, all aged 12. They were wild and joyous like all boys of that age and seemed hell bent on dragging others into their gaiety. She looked on in amused happiness as they first pounced on Prem and coloured him all over, one of them spraying him with a little water sprinkler on his face. Prem allowed them indulgently and accepted all their antics. Their next target was Deen and they simply pounced on him because he was their best friend’s own brother and not a stranger like Prem. One of them smothered his face, while another climbed onto his back and held him for others to spray water with their spouts. Deen was helpless for a full two minutes, but didn’t want to shout at the kids. The moment they were through with Deen, they turned their attention to their best friend’s mother. A greater surge of familiarity and affection surged forth in all of them. The four of them first ran into her full body, smothering her and hugging her wherever they could encircle their hands. Their heads nuzzled her bosom repeatedly, while their hands kept circling and hugging her naked waist and back. Two of them withdrew to caress her face with colour. Manya bent a little lower to enable them to reach her face. Two boys concentrated on Manya’s delicately sculpted features, running their colour coated hands in designs around her cheeks, nose and neck. Within a few seconds Manya felt her saree top fall off while she was bent. She held the saree pallu one hand without covering herself up because the insistent boys did not give her the time to do it. She wanted to be through with this quickly in any case.

Manya with her pallu off and bent in her thin, braless and sleeveless blouse presented a voluptuously delicious sight for both Prem and Deen. Deen looked at Prem to note whether he had observed. He saw Prem ogling, with a strong gaze and also saw Prem’s dick stiffening in his tight jeans. Almost all of her breasts popped out of the blouse and they hung like juicy fruits for the plucking. Her smiling face retained its smile when Binu suddenly embraced his Mom from behind her slightly bent form. His hands sought her exposed belly button and his crotch thrust warmly into his favourite asscheeks. His color coated hands fingered her navel from behind an he continued to finger it till he was satisfied that it was filled with red color. Manya gasped in titillation at this stroking and the pressure of his warm body against her ass. Binu moved his hands from his Mom’s big navel and ran them all over her creamy belly and exposed portion of her hips. That was a lot of flesh and area to cover if he had to color it fully. He ravished his mother’s body with his joyous, festive touch, but the touch for Manya was proving to be extremely discomforting, especially since she had to retain a smile while two others were stroking her face and even coated her rosy lips in red. That brought yet another gasp from the aroused woman and she struggled to maintain normalcy in body language. Prem and Deen were watching all this with aching groins and with the blood simply pumping their veins. Deen thought that he would burst a blood vessel. He shifted behind a wooden cabinet in the room and started stroking his dick from outside, hidden by the piece of furniture. In an equally randy state was the strong Prem who couldn’t take any longer and he too walked to Deen and stood next to him. Both friends looked at each knowing and understanding the other’s condition. Deen also felt he had an inkling of the future.

The two friends watched Manya’s ripe body being felt up in childlike glee and also felt that her laughter was turning hoarser by the minute. It was clear that all the attention on her body was turning her very horny. Binu suddenly felt he had done enough and moved away, slapping his Mom’s ass before leaving. Manya squealed and looked in mild anger towards her son, but to her discomfort two other kids who couldn’t reach Manya’s face now took over the vacancy created by Binu. Now two pairs of hands were squeezing the sexy mother’s massive midriff from behind in full, absolute frenzy, but the horny woman could do nothing because they were kids and most certainly had no sexual intentions. She allowed them to feel and color her and relaxed her body. The moment she did that, she felt three hands dragging her backwards so that Binu and his friend could spray water on Manya. At that moment, as fate would have it, Manya tripped and fell backwards. She fell with a thud on her big ass and lay flat on the floor, saree flung away from her chest, her nipples, breasts, the entire midriff almost upto her bush fully revealed to the world. She writhed around first and tried to rise but all five boys chose that moment to take out their plastic water sprinklers and spray water on her lush, exposed body.Deen and Prem were aghast and Prem thought he heard a painful groan from his friend. He looked down to see Deen had dampened the front of his trousers a bit and seemed to be convulsing lightly. He didn’t look him in the eye to save embarrassment for both. Instead he turned to the sight before him.

The luscious body of the housewife was writhing obscenely on the floor while five boys simultaneously sprayed water all over her. She didn’t even scream or shout. She just kept wriggling her sexy body, taking in the rain on her face, breasts, waist, belly and thighs. The boys soaked her with gusto, one of them catching her right on her pussy. Since the spray was strong and focused, Manya let out a moan. Her cunt was already dripping for the last few minutes and mingled with the wetness of their sprinkling and the dampness of her saree. Binu, her son was aiming his spray right at her navel and he kept the spraying until the water was over. The sight was outrightly vulgar and Deen imagined and likened it to five heated dicks ejaculating simultaneously on his horny mom’s well fucked body. He was out of control now and so was Manya. The five kids including Binu may not have understood it fully but Prem did, alongwith Deen and he was convinced that if there was one woman in the world who needed to be fucked into oblivion, it was sexy Manya. He made a silent vow to do it. Deen knew Prem would do it. Lusty and horny, Manya wished and prayed that this game would be over before she creamed her way to an orgasm.

Luckily, the boys ran out of water and left the place, singing out their thanks and good byes. The youngest of them even helped a panting, writhing Manya to her feet, his hands around her shoulders, and his dick pressing into her face. Even here Manya was not spared and her moan was muffled by the thrusting of a child dick into her face. Her mouth accidentally hit the boy’s crotch and to her utter shock, Manya felt an erection against her beautiful face. Her eyes flared and her body throbbed in half naked excitement and confusion.

“Thanks and bye, Aunt Manya”, said the boy as he left the place, leaving a shell shocked, lewdly exposed Manya with her son and his best friend. Deen felt she looked like she would be raped any minute by just about anybody, man or beast in that state and attire.

The intense sexual repercussions of hours of exposure and body groping turned the horny mother of two into a mass of supercharged flesh, that would catch fire if the heat in her dripping loins was not cooled. Her boobs were trembling on their own accord and her heavy hips heaved about gently as if the weight of lust was too much. She felt an ache all over her repeatedly drenched body and she could hear herself sobbing in enormous unsatisfied lust. Deen was stunned and he went over to hold his mother by her over aroused shoulders. The intense heat which emanated from her body almost made him recoil in shock. Her face wore a mask of lust as she looked up in a sexual haze. Deen decided to act.

“Prem, I’m calling the doctor. Please be with Mom until I return”, he said and bolted out of the house. After Deen left, Prem came over to Manya and gazed into her eyes. His strong powerful look and her lust charged needy look met in a perfect exchange. She was quivering when he held her by the waist. His manly grip made her shudder and she went limp in Prem’s arms. Holding her by her hips, he made her kneel on the floor, removing her saree in one single motion. No words were said as he looked at her. She gave him back a glassy look. No words were needed too. He brought out his huge cock and placed it at the entrance of her slushy cunt. His hands held her by her full and hot breasts. The overall heat in her body amazed him even in his own horny state. He withdrew his dick from Manya’s pussy after an initial probe. He heard her whimper, moan and wriggle her ass frantically at him. The bitch needed a fucking badly. And Prem began to give it.

For the next ten minutes, Prem ploughed, pistoned and rammed his huge cock in and out of the horny Manya’s steamy twat. Her voluptuous body jerked and vibrated under his tremendous onslaught. He was simply ravaging her wet and willing hole. She began to wail and scream and continued her high pitched response to his steady, hot strokes into her dynamite cunt. Loud guttural sounds came from the horny mother as her son’s best friend balled the hell out of her lusty, stacked body. Every inch of her lush figure responded to this explosive fucking. His hands mauled her already well mauled boobs. But she felt the grip and heat to be so wild, that she felt her nipples may burst out of her soft and firm mounds. She thrust her lush, hot posterior back at his cock begging him with moans and beckoning him deeper with hoarse grunts. It was mating of the highest intensity and Manya was getting balled like never before in her own house, by her son’s pal and with the main door right open. They didn’t notice or care. The fucking continued in its illicit intensity till the horny mother felt the first flood of her orgasm. Prem noticed it and in a searing rhythm, he timed his release to co terminate with the voluptuous wife’s own serial orgasms. He shot loads and loads when he came. Manya felt her whole insides being washed with his potent seed and her pussy continued to throb and clutch fiercely at his ejaculating cock for five more minutes. She had never known such a mindblowing orgasm an she had never been fucked this well by a cock of this size.

The stud slowly withdrew his dick from his friend’s mom’s pussy and heard her sob in regret. He realised, even though the horny Manya didn’t, that the main door was open. It was left open deliberately by Deen himself. He had to sneak back. He knew that what his wildly aroused mother needed was not a doctor but a good strong fucker. Which was why he called Prem over in the first place. He sighed and looked down. His dick hung limp, much to his relief. He had jacked off thrice witnessing the staggeringly wanton act of adultery. He saw his own mother getting the fucking of her life. And she got fucked doggie style, like a true bitch in heat.

Chapter 10

The adulterous wife stirred gently, her naked lower body pressed against her young lover’s, in a sideways embrace on the floor. It was a torrid, much needed fucking, since all the pawing and mauling given to her full body by people of all ages had carried her lust to a summit when she was sprawled wet on the ground before her sons, writhing more out of horniness than any need to escape their drenching of her voluptuous body. She opened her eyes and looked into Prem’s eyes, unaware that her son Deen was in the background, unobserved but watching every movement of theirs. Manya looked into Prem’s deep eyes and a wave of gratitude flooded her insides. He was her knight in shining armour who gave her what she craved more than anything else sometime ago and he did it with gusto, in a manner she had never known before. She felt his dick still inside her drenched cunt and while stirring noticed that it was still quite hard. She moaned at this discovery of his youthfulness and kissed him softly on his eyes, licking some of the beads of sweat, her hands holding his head, while she felt him doing the same to her face. Prem licked Manya all over her face, his lips dabbing at her cheeks, neck and eyes, while his hands hugged her juicy body even harder to himself in a strong gesture of take over. Manya was gladdened at this display of warmth and she purred her acceptance by thrusting her lush pelvic region even closer into him, feeling his cock begin a hardening process while her juices began to spread over it. Deen, who had watched his friend give his Mom her hardest ever fuck, took their stirring to be a sign of their getting up. He felt he needed to get out of the house and return after a while so that his absence continued to be justified and more because he didn’t want to be caught in the house in this situation, which he knew would be awkward for all. Since he was not very far from the door, he stealthily sneaked out, taking one last look at his mother’s luscious asscheeks which were being cuddled by Prem, while her face was being kissed deeply in what he thought to be a farewell gesture. He left the place, leaving the door as it was.

Feeling Prem’s dick begin to stab into her pussy, Manya arousal was back into reckoning. She twisted her lower body, as if trying to readjust the positioning, when her head fell sideways, making her notice the almost fully open door. Alarmed but not showing any suddenness in reaction, she relaxed her body against his and continued looking at the door. Prem, noticing the beautiful mature lady’s concern, decided to close the door. He rose to do so, for which he had to withdraw his erect dick from her sloppy pussy. The sudden emptiness made the horny Manya sigh and sob but she waited with flaring eyes for him to close the door. Her hands reached out to unbutton her blouse, the only piece of garment which she had on. Prem closed the door and turned to the naked, waiting mother. He walked slowly across the room, his hard dick swaying gently, hitting his abdomen with every step. It looked like a hot, steel rod to the naked, wanton woman on the floor. He moved and sat erect on a sofa and continued to look at Manya, with a twinkle in his eye. Understanding his intention, Manya rolled across the room towards him, her lush body taking five turns to reach him, each turn highlighting her ample asscheeks in the most obscene manner imaginable. She reached the sofa and looked up for her eyes to meet his throbbing dick. Reaching out, she held it by her hand, using its hardness to rise and face him. Even Prem was stunned at this act by his friend’s mother. Manya kept stroking his cock and brought her generous asscheeks down onto it, impaling her pussy. Prem’s dick entered with a swishing sound, making the hot housewife sob aloud. She bent forward to nuzzle his head lovingly, while he held his hands up to squeeze and mash her juicy breasts in a clockwise motion, occasionally letting his fingers tweak her nipples. Manya rotated and shifted her hips before settling into a heaving up and down motion on the hard cock, feeling it poke and reach right upto her belly. His stiffness facilitated great passage for the sexy woman’s thrusts and she did so in slow and continuous motions, building up a delicious yet searing rhythm. Her son’s best friend had pleasured her so well and she was doing her bit in return, in the process helping herself to more and more of his cock. The well orchestrated sex lasted five slow, loving minutes where Manya and Prem bonded physically so well that their bodies seemed like parts of one entity and looked complete only when entwined together. When Prem spurted, the spurts were long and deep, each spurt being succeeded by another smaller but not rapidly shortening burst. When Manya orgasmed, it was a like a chest deep tidal wave that engulfed her, not throwing her off balance, but allowing her to savour the strength, grip and sheer joy of physical bonding with her young lover.

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.

“Mom, I brought lunch for all of us, since it was getting late”, announced Deen.

Manya gushed fondly at his thoughfulness and instinctively reached out to caress his face with her right hand.

“Thank you dear”, she whispered as her hand brushed his cheek, caressing it for a few moments.

Deen felt the sharpness of the odour from his mother’s hand and inhaled, confused over its source. “Your hand smells funny Mom, what’s it?”, he asked, entering the room and placing the bags on the dining table.

Getting a start, Manya fumbled for a minute before replying “Oh, it was the soap I was trying to get open for washing clothes when you rang the bell”.

“You must be hungry Mom, let’s have food. Binu will come later”, said Deen, spreading out the plates and beginning to serve out the hot Chinese food into two plates.

Manya sat at the table and the two of them noiselessly ate for the next ten minutes, not at all surprised at how hungry they were.There was no mention about the doctor Deen had left the house to call. On finishing, Manya thanked Deen again for his thoughtfulness and rose to wash her hands. Deen watched her movements with interest, particularly observing her huge asscheeks jutting out at the base of her hips and stretching the towel sexily. Her bare shoulders looked creamier than they did in her atrociously small blouse and the exposed area from her knees to her bare feet served a horny reminder of the day’s events and the high octane action his mother’s lush body had been subjected to.He caressed his cock through the trousers as long as she had her back to him and his dick sprung to a surprised attention when she said “I’m going to bathe Deen and I’ll call you when I need to get my back scrubbed. I need help to get the color fully off”.

“Sure Mom,” he mumbled, not sure whether his mother noticed the lump in his throat.

Manya turned on the shower and for the first time since the previous day, began to enjoy a full fledged bath. She felt the water cascade over her bountiful breasts and flow teasingly all over her body, lots of it flowing right into her pussy, cooling her passions and cleansing her. She felt it very rejuvenating and relieving. Her hands soaped and lathered her well ravished, glowing form and for a full ten minutes she revelled in the twin pleasures offered by the strong shower and her own rubbing. She couldn’t say that she missed having a bath with all the merciless dunking she received that morning, but that dunking was agitating for her creamy body. The bath now was actually relaxing. She observed the glow on her face with a naughty smile and suddenly remembered that her back needed cleaning and she couldn’t reach it to wash the colour away.

“Deen could you please come and help me”, she called out through the half open door. She had left the door open for Deen to come in later, but was herself naked during her luxurious bath. Deen was ogling his mother’s nakedly glorious body through the vertical slit at the corner of the door and the moment she called out, he entered just in time to see her wrap her towel around her waist and turn her back towards him. Deen kept looking at Manya’s wide wet back with the soft flesh around her flaring waist. She had tied the towel almost at the beginning of her asscrack. Her back was red from all the colour, except in small patches where her scanty blouse had been. Her reached out with his soaped hands to touch her at the waist, his hands getting drawn to the sexy folds on either side on their own. The sexy mother gasped at the touch. She hadn’t expected that her son would go straight for her fleshy waist when she had called him for scrubbing her back. Not wanting to rebuff him, she let him hold her by her naked waist for a while, before whispering “My back Deen. Remove all the red from it”.

Nodding with a flush, he moved his hands, initially along her sides and moved to her back only when he nearly reached her melon like full breasts. Manya had her hands across her chest and submitted herself to his hands as he went about rubbing her naked back all over. He repeatedly soaped certain reddish areas where the colour didn’t come off easily. Manya didn’t feel anything untoward in either his rubbing or her own feelings. It was only towards the end of his successful scrubbing of his mom’s lush back that his hands got slower and slower and his breathing heavier. The sexy mother felt her son’s breath on her naked, wet back and decided that she needed to do something to cool him. She quickly turned on the shower and the spray of cool water wet both mother and son as they stood within a foot of each other, Deen holding his Mom’s back, unable to hold his erection. He was drenched too within no time and heard his mother’s full laughter.