Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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chapter13
Suddenly her younger son Binu burst into the room
announcing the Holi festival with the joy that it
would be a holiday. "Mom good morning, Happy Holi", he
wished her cheerfully.

"Good morning and Happy Holi to you too dear", Manya
wished her son back, forgetting her exposed state and
still letting her concealed left hand caress her
pussy. The suddenness of her son's entry and his
involvement with the holiday diverted Manya's
attention to her loving boy from her own nakedness. As
he did every morning, he bent forward to kiss his
mother on the cheek and due to the holiday happiness,
his kiss was longer and louder, making a smacking
sound on her rosy cheeks. She had massaged all of her
cousin Dan's cum into her cheeks and with her son's
powerful kiss on them, she experienced a jolt deep
inside her which brought a fresh wave of juices into
her loins and onto her caressing fingers. Her left
hand continued to caress her wet pussy under the
covers as she returned Binu's kiss with only a
slightly flushed face.

"I'll be going over to some friend's place for
celebrating and won't be back until late afternoon
Mom", Binu announced, half seeking her permission. His
hand sought her ass, like it normally did and that was
when Binu noticed his luscious mother's exposed body
this side of the covers. His boyish eyes nearly popped
out of their sockets and instead of kneading his
favourite ass, he simply and quickly covered his mom's
exposed side fully and rushed out of the bedroom after
another peck on her forehead. Manya was about to say
yes to his half request when she was taken aback by
his act and sudden disappearance. Fully embarrassed,
she felt the blood course through her voluptuous body
at a suddenly enhanced pace. She didn't even realize
it but her hand continued to caresss her pussy, as it
did, right through the brief conversation with her
little son.

Manya went into the toilet naked the moment her
husband came out and proceeded to brush her teeth,
sitting on the toilet seat to pee at the same time.
The flow relieved her and as she bent to wash herself,
she reflected for a moment and refrained from doing
so, thinking that she'd wash her pussy and body
thoroughly after Desh left the house when she'd have
more time. Stepping out of the bathroom naked she
quickly donned her petticoat and took the same blue
transparent saree to wear since she'd have to discard
it soon before her bath. She chose a white sleeveless
low cut blouse and again wore it without a bra since
there was not much time for her bath anyway. Knowing
that her husband and kids were waiting for their
morning coffee, she moved swiftly out to the kitchen
and prepared some hot coffee in efficient time.

Deen was already ready and so was Binu, since he had
planned to leave even before breakfast. Desh normally
had his bath after his morning coffee and breakfast.
Holi celebrations began early every time since people
had to end the colour and water dunking feast atleast
by noon so as to give their coloured and drenched
bodies time to get cleaned up. It was a day when all
barriers were broken in respect of age, relationship
and sex. People mingled and revelled in applying
coloured powder and coloured water on each other to
celebrate unity and joy. The atmosphere was festive,
cheery and very physical too with both men and women
drenching each other with coloured water and also
hosing one another with water pipes. Objections and
inhibitions of any sort were simply not entertained
nor tolerated. Women knew and understood that this was
a day to break loose and enjoy themselves.

Her son Binu left for his friend's place after his
coffee and Deen, being less gregarious, preferred to
read in his room. Manya heard the door being banged
and realised it was the neighbourhood boys insisting
that the door be opened so that they could apply
colours on all of them. Desh found this extremely
irritating and he shouted at them to leave. Moreover
he had to bathe and leave for work. He rushed into the
bathroom, noting the time on the clock.

The boys continued to ring the bell and bang the door
while Desh was in the bath. Manya knew them all. They
were well behaved students and not one of them was
above 18 years of age. Though interaction was not
frequent, they were all quite charmed by her and she
was reasonably fond of them.

"Open up Mrs. M, today is Holi", they all yelled in
unison and excitement. "You can't escape us today ",
screamed Salman, the tallest and strongest of them as
he banged the door hard.

Manya was somewhat amused and also worried that they
may break open the door. Moreover since Desh had gone
in for his bath, he was safe from any colour
onslaught. She could probably get over with the
enthusiastic boys before he came out. Deen looked at
his mother as she rose to open the door. Her breasts
swayed in a sexy pendulous motion as she walked and
the sleeveless blouse revealed her full and well
rounded shoulders and strongly fleshed arms. Little
wisps of armpit hair flashed exotically whenever she
raised those arms. Her fully revealed midriff glowed
in all its fairness and her sexy navel opened up and
closed with every step of Manya. Her massive asscheeks
showed a saucy bounce in keeping with her sprightly
step as she reached over and opened the door.

It was more like hell breaking loose. The four young
students dashed into the room and surrounded Manya as
Deen looked on in shock. Salman, the strongest went
right behind her and hugged her fully from behind in
an attempt to hold and tie her hands so that she was
immobilised. His cock rubbed against her full
asscheeks repeatedly while his hands held her hands
firmly against her belly. One of them applied colour
on Manya's rosy cheeks and kept caressing it
continuously. The second guy was more aggressive as he
used both his hands to gather colour and run them
right down Manya's fleshy body right from her neck,
over her heaving boobs, all over her creamy waist,
thighs and even feet. The one caressing Manya's face
shifted his pawing to her fair and full shoulders and
the color red covered them too in no time, including
her juicy armpits, where he lingered till she moaned
in ticklishness. Manya was squealing all the time, in
half joy. Deen continued to watch in shock as the four
intruders pawed and mauled his voluptuous mother all
over under the pretext of color. The one behind her,
Salman was having a field day, digging his cock and
lower body right into Manya's wide and fleshy backside
and also bending over her face to look down so that
she didn't free her arms. Not that Manya tried hard.
Deen could also see that his squealing mother was
enjoying this attack. Her entire resistance appeared
half hearted. The youth applying colour on Manya's
front kept doing it not once but repeatedly for a full
minute, giving himself direct gropes of her full boobs
over her braless blouse. Manya's nipples shot to
erection and the dual pressure of the boob mauling and
the dick impact on her rear sent wild waves of lust
all over the body which was so well fucked just a few
hours ago. Salman simply didn't let her hands free.
Nor did he withdraw his dick from ramming into her ass
everytime it wriggled during her movements. His face
was over Manya's neck and Deen could swear that he saw
Salman kiss his shaking mother's lovely neck, not once
but many times. With his Mom's breasts being squeezed
on and off and her midriff getting pawed strongly,
those few minutes seemed like a powerful dream for
Deen. He noticed the midriff mauler getting extra
strong with his squeezing and suddenly all the action
caused the top half of her sheer saree to fall off.
There she was, his beautiful, desirable mother,
getting felt and pressed in a state of semi nakedness
displaying her breasts and belly to four horny youths
who looked like they had been waiting for such a
moment to pounce on their wet dream aunt. When the
saree fell off to reveal her breasts almost fully
through the flimsy, sleeveless blouse, the guy in
front took a daring step. He dipped his hands in wet
colour and rubbed both of them on Manya's quivering
breasts, fully caressing their cups and squeezing them
in short bursts so that it didn't look deliberate and
prolonged. And when he moved below to squeeze her
naked and red waist, Manya was all but gone. Her mind
blew a fuse and she simply surrendered. She let Salman
ram into her from behind and even felt his hot breath
and wet kisses around her neck and earlobes. She let
the other guy have his moments with her breasts and
belly, letting them squeeze and maul the creamy
curves. In that state of delirium she didn't even
notice the look of aroused shock on her son's face.
She had almost turned limp when the last youth who was
standing with a pail of water poured it right over
Manya's head, drenching her from head to toe. It was a
sight so sexy and wildly sensuous for all, that five
of them including Deen simply stopped in their tracks
to gape and admire the absolute sexuality of this
beautiful woman. Fully wet, she looked like a lust
goddess, glowing from all the mauling she received and
dripping in a manner which revealed the curves and
fleshy spots of her body in full glory. If it wasn't
for the fact that Manya was enjoying all this, Deen
thought that it could have been labelled as the
molestation of the century, especially since this was
conducted with hubby Desh in the bathroom.

Deen really wondered whether his luscious Mom opened
the door deliberately, choosing Desh's absence as the
ideal opportunity. It all took two minutes but the
effect on Deen was a lifelong source of jerk off
material. He was itching to run into the bathroom for
it but decided to wait until his sexy mother atleast
adjusted her saree. She did so, but only after waving
them all good bye in her wet and exposed glory. Again
Deen could swear that Salman had managed a quick kiss
on her lips before he left